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Disclaimer: This is fantasy. I have never met Amber Rose. I am a major fan of hers and I thought that it would cool to write a story like this because she is so beautiful. Thank you for reading this.

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Hey, peeps! It’s weird to be on a site like this to tell this story. First off, my name is Amber Levonchuck but the world knows me as the sexy, voluptuous bad ass Amber Rose. I always carry myself with an air of confidence that the “streets” would expect a “Boss Bitch” that I portray myself to be. So I feel humiliated to come on Literotica to tell y’all this.

I keeps it 100 to the fullest, so let me tell y’all that I’ve always found females sex and hot. I even admitted that I am bi. That’s not fully true. I actually prefer chicks over dudes. More than them I should say. I am attracted. I know that I’ve had serious relationship with men and have even been married. I especially love Kanye and Wiz. Always will even though they’re bitch asses. Yeah they are. Still it’s my fault cause my truth is that if it wasn’t for my fame and status, I would easily be in a lesbian relationship. Celeb life and a full on lesbian relationship isn’t a good mix.

Yes, the LGBT community is a lifestyle. Any relationship IMO is and it’s all good. We should be able to love whoever we want to without prejudice and judgment. Sometimes I get criticized by the lesbian community for identifying myself as bi. The last community that should be judging and criticizing anyone should be the LGBT community. We get shade from all angles. I love my LGBT fam. We need to stick together.

Okay enough with that rant. So now you know that I like women very much. What you’re probably wondering is what kind of chick is attractive to Amber Rose? I love a confident woman who is a down “ride or die” girl. Alright, I will keep it 100 again: People expect me to be attracted to phat asses being that I got one. I can find a girl shaped like that sexy.

But nah, my peeps. My answer was in an interview a few months ago with my “girl” RuPaul. He’s been a bad ass “Boss Bitch” long before the world knew of Amber Rose. Hunny is fierce to the max and is the coolest. So in the interview, the topic shifted whether my body is 100% natural. It’s cray (crazy) that people think that I’ve had surgery on my boobs and ass. I’ve always had an ass since I was a young girl and having a child grew my tits. I had a lil’ sumptin (something) before my son was born but pregnancy is the ultimate “natural surgery”, you feel me?

So “Ru” asked me the question, I was straight up with “her” and let “her” cop a feel of my ass then I jiggled “her” (my ass) with pride. I’m more known for ass, but I got plenty of tits too (36H bra size). I told the show that they are real but if I could change ’em with implants, I would. The media focused on the implants but I said without saying it that big boobs are sexy, really big tits.

Yep. Your girl, Amber Rose, is a breast girl. That’s why I was geeked (excited) when mine got bigger after the birth of Bass (Sebastian). I do wish they were a little bigger but they are bigger than they were before and I love ’em. I am proud of “the twins” more than my ass. Another thing, I prefer all natural girls; naturally busty girls. I hate implants. That’s not throwing shade on chicks that got them. If it makes them feel like that bitch then it’s all lovely.

I just like what I like. As with bigger breasts that are natural: The bigger they are, the heavier they get, they’ll sag. That’s just real. They aren’t going to be perky sitting suspended in mid-air. That’s bullshit. Mine aren’t perky and I love ’em anyways. To me full pendulous breasts are beautiful and feminine. But celeb life is built on image, fake images to sell fantasy. I’m part of it, I guess. It sounds hypocritical to bash or rant against what I am part of. That much is true. I just wish there were more naturally busty women in the industry, at least at the mainstream level.

There is Christina Hendricks, who btw loves to wear too small for her bras to look bigger. Yeah she got tits. They’re beautiful but she does too much and besides, she’s a “token” in the industry. That means she, a naturally busty girl, is an exception. Kat Dennings, the actress from broke girls, come to mind. Sofia Vergera is another nice example. Then there are women like Queen Latifah and Sherri Shepherd who got reductions. Even Jill Scott lost a little weight even though she still got big ones.

Their bodies were beautiful. But they did it too look more “commercially appealing” and not be judged for having big boobs. You know, be known as sluts. That’s sad that slut-shamin’ especially when it comes to women with big boobs and ass. Curves are supposed to be “in” but that’s not true.

Okay, I like to show cleavage and even some under-boob. I am not bashin’ anyone who wants to show their curves because if you got it, flaunt it! It’s just all the necessary bullshit you have to do in order to fit bursa escort into this celeb life, man. You feel all kinds of pressure to change your bodies according to the shifting fads of what is considered hot at the moment. As a busty girl, you get pressure to “cut em down” to “normal” size so you’re not too threatening to “the streets” (the public). Again, that’s bullshit! I will never do it, get a reduction. I am not the biggest girl, but I’m proud of my H cups.

So here is another confession of mine: I watch porn and lots of it. Don’t judge*laughs*. There are some bomb ass chicks in that profession and all natural busty girls are killin’ da game. I especially love “soft-core porn” (faux lesbian scenes are the best) and webcam shows the most. Something about a confident naturally busty girl that stimulates my pussy.

I’ve become an expert on finding sites that features big boobs. September Carrino is a bad bitch “fo’ sho” (for sure). So is Antonella Kahla. Sarah Rae, who has a site that features busty women, can get this “cat” (pussy) anytime she likes. There is this Dominican named Miosotis who is HUGE. I would suck them boobs of hers like I was her firstborn. I am talkin’ all day long.

There is this site called Divine Breasts that is a personal favorite of mine. It features busty girls whether thin, thick or big girls. They are all represented to the fullest and there are black, white and Latinas on there, all kind of flavors of all natural busty girls. I like Scoreland and Pinup Files too. Another site that I think is a spin-off to Divine Breasts is OMGboobs.com. Alice85JJ could get the cat anytime too. I like the big girls on there too, like Summer LaShay (yummy!), and there are older girls that have boobs that I want to get lost in, like Anika and Sabrina.

I have other favorite models like Jinxy XW. She’s hot with soft, saggy tits and her face is pretty to me. Poetry Travis isn’t a porn star, per se but she’s a “soft-core” model and her boobs are everything. She can smother me any day. I have fantasies of her doing that to me a lot. As I inferred I like big girls too. Cotton Candy comes to mind. So sexy and carries herself with a confidence that exudes how dominant she probably is. I like Miss Deja and Mz Diva.

There is also this older lady who is actually kind of famous for how big her breasts are named Norma Stitz. I have had many fantasies of humping one of her huge custom made bras while visiting her, and getting caught by me so she could “punish” me. It gets me wet every time. I guess it’s the inner-sub that’s in my subconscious. I like to dominate cause I love being in control when I am with women, but I have fantasized about what it is like to be dommed.

I know that sounds crazy, right? I told on myself. Y’all shocked, looking at me like I am this deviant perv? Oh well, there is more where that came from. Like I said, don’t judge me. So with that, let me tell my story. I was in downtown Philly, my city. I was there to visit “my peoples.” I didn’t come with an entourage or even a bodyguard. I did bring Sebastian with me and my nanny, but other than it was just me.

I’m a star so people expect an entourage from me with my diva image but I wanted to enjoy myself which isn’t easy these days. I asked for this life, dreamed of it, so no complaints from me. I just want moments where I’m a normal girl. Plus, to keep it 100, I went to The Gallery not only to shop and eat but to enjoy “girl-watching.” Yep, I was checking out hotties on the low like a major perv. I love to girl watch.

See “the streets” or the real world has more authenticity and realness than the world that I am a part of now could ever offer. That world is fantasy. I’m looking for reality as my fantasy. BTW, I do know most women aren’t as well-endowed as I like but “platinum” can be found and I like to be there when it does. I have seen my share but was too afraid to talk to ’em. Being a celeb you can get pics in uncompromising position. I’m not here for that and ruin my career and status. I worked too hard and did so many things to get there.

So I’m in The Gallery in Philly which is one of my favorite spots which at 9th and Market downtown. I sat at the table so that I could eat at where all of the eateries are. I was eating some fish and fries while girl watching. I could multi-task like that. Ha! I was bored with I saw. Some cute girls, I saw but nothing that has stimulated my pussy yet. As I was finishing my grub (my food), I saw HER. Before I get into this, I’m ready for the question: Where was my son? Sebastian was with family. I needed some “me time.” Every mother does. My son is taken care of and looked after. Trust! I love my child and I try to be the best mom I can be. Don’t ever get that twisted, my peeps.

Back to my story, I will repeat myself: I saw HER sitting over 50 feet from me. What did she look like? She had short auburn red hair. Not nearly bald like my signature style but a short ‘fro that bursa escort bayan looked cute on her face. I think she has vitiligo so her face and hands was paler in places than others. She was still cute in the face with beautiful hazel eyes. She was short, definitely less than 5 feet. I could tell even as she was sitting down. What caught my eye was how much cleavage she was flauntin’ with her pink shirt that had the word, SEXY on it.

She was HUGE or at least it looked that way. You could be 1000 feet away from her and see how big she was. In fact, her boobs were plopped on the table she was sitting at, as if she was resting her back from the weight of them. She was eating and as she did, I noticed her cleavage was catching the crumbs that fell from her eating. Yeah, I was watching her that hard. She probably didn’t notice how hard I was watching her.

She would wipe the crumbs off her boobs (I know what that’s like btw) and her tits would effortlessly jiggle and wobble. Any movement, any little movement she made, they wobbled shamelessly. As if they knew that if their “owner” and “mama” didn’t notice me “violating” her with my eyes, “they” did and loved the attention my eyes was giving them. They were giving me quite a show.

She was so much bigger than me. She looked at least twice my size and I thought I was seein’ thangs. My fucking god, she’s HUGE, I was thinking to myself. I was scared of the thoughts in my head. I told myself to get it together, like I’ve never seen big boobs before. Then I realized thinking to myself, just enjoy myself. I am in voyeur heaven. After she finished eating and I was nursing my Coke as an excuse to stay where I was, she left. I was so sad and my pussy was “talking” to me. I had to obey “her” so I left also. I went to my car so I could go back to the hotel that I was staying. I decided to stay at the Meridien because I was going to South Street to have some fun.

I already had a room so I got to the hotel, gave my car to valet cause I was driving the Maybach. Then I get into my room, took off my clothes and get into the tub. I brought my Bath and Body Wash so that I could take a bubble bath. I love taking bubble baths. It relaxes me and I do naughty things when I am in them. I ran the water for my bath until it got hot. Then I got in it. It felt so good to be that hot water.

I thought of the woman that I saw earlier and I instinctively began to rub my nipples before pinching them. I put my right tit to my mouth and I blew on it. I licked my areola. I learned that from Juliesjuggs, an amateur webcam model star. I know that name gives you chuckles but she’s lives up to her name. She’s a big girl in the breast area and she’s thick all over too. I like her body though she don’t got a big ol’ booty. Her boobs are bigger than mine for sure. Not as big as the chick who was my new muse for the masturbation session that I was going to have.

Anyway, I was still blowing on my nipple before I lightly bit it. I pulled at it slowly then I sucked it. I twirled my mouth on it. Nice and slowly. Licking it some more, I bit on it gently again before I sucked it. I was taking my time like I would my mystery girl if I ever I saw her again. I did more soft-sucking of my right nipple. I got quite satisfied with what I did with it so I switch to the left one. I loved how heavy both of them felt in my hands as I was wondering just how heavy my mystery girl were. Probably much heavier than mine, I thought. I had my left boob, blowing on it like I did with the right one. Licked it before I decided to get adventurous and smack it with the other hand. I smacked it 3 times.

I put both nipples together and rubbed them against each other. The duelin’ friction was a great sensation and I moaned as I rubbed them together some more. I grabbed my nipples, lick the top of my breasts and pinched my nipples. I smacked my breasts together before I kissed both of them. At first I did the right one then the left one. Feelin’ all worked up and horny, I kissed them together one more time before I put my nipples together as I gave in to the temptation to suck both of them.

Again, I am a 36H so I can do this easily. I learned this trick from watching Sarah Rae videos. She’s another girl that has bigger tits than me so she does it easier than me but I was getting the job done. I took them out of my mouth, made them jiggle and wobble before I put my nipples together again to suck both of them again. Then I left my breasts feeling nice and relaxed. I love playing with my boobs when I masturbate. So I started to finger my “honeypot” as I was so wet down there and not just from the water.

I was daydreamin’ ’bout her danglin’ her juggs over my face as I continued. I went slow and easy. I was in no hurry. I knew that if I prolonged this for a good while, I was gonna “nut” really hard. My finger felt nice but my honeypot was hungry for another so I felt “her”. I was pumpin’ in and out in rhythm to escort bursa a beat that only I knew. I took my fingers out so I could smack my pussy. It wasn’t as hard as I wanted because of the water. I laughed to myself at my failed attempt but it did get “her” attention. I spread myself again to receive my two right fingers as I did more pumpin’ in rhythm, in and out.

The friction was pleasurable and I felt myself getting there. So I went a little faster, stroking a little harder. I groan passionately and now I was in a zone to get myself off. I kept going with my small fingers going as deep as they could go. I tried to prolong my orgasm, but my pussy was on fire and I needed to put it out. I stroked faster and faster, chanting loudly, “Tits! Big fat fuckin’ tits! Huge fuckin’ boobs!” I chanted this over and over again, going out of my mind with lust and desire. I climaxed and with that, I screamed with a high pitched voice that I only recognize when I cum really hard like I did then.

My breathin’ was shaky. Finally, it slowed down to its normal rate. I smiled to myself feelin’ as good as I could be. I couldn’t wait to go out that night. Just me by myself and have whatever fun I wanted. I deserved it because I need to treat myself. Everything is work, work, and more work. Even when I “party” that’s just promotion and networking to stay relevant. I figured the paparazzi might be there and catch me at “Gayborhood” but so damn what! I was doing me for one of the few times since I became famous.

I got out of the tub and dried my body off. I debated within myself what I should wear. I’m usually styled by “professionals” so it was a treat dress myself to go clubbing. I decided to wear this purple dress that I got from Nicole Miller at the Bellevue. It hugs my more than ample curves just right and I love doing that. Yep, I was being “bad” this night. This I was sure of. I painted my nails, put my purple Steve Madden 4 inch heels because I like looking taller than my 5’9″ and I love to show my legs. And then I put on purple eye shadow and a little foundational makeup before checking myself in the mirror. Makeup on point: Check! Cleavage on fleek (standing out): Check! Ass on fleek: Check!

Feeling flawless, I was ready to go. As I said, I was going to “Gayborhood”. I got my keys, left my room, got on the elevator before leaving the hotel. The valet got my Maybach for me and I got in my car. I adjusted the front and side-view mirror before I put on my shades and drove. I looked like the “Boss Bitch” that I know that I am. I found my destination. I went to the Voyeur. It’s a great club with lot of famous DJs, great music and many times it is packed.

It was that night. I really love my LGBT family. I am not an activist but I always feel comfortable and a kinship when I am around the fam. I went into the club. I got checked out or rather felt up by a female bouncer. I winked at her when she was done. She was a cute lil’ butch so I didn’t mind what she did. I went in and claimed my spot. Everyone was already having a ball. I got there around 11pm. I like to get there a little late cause that’s when it goes down.

I didn’t even get recognized or at least have a crowd of people around me like I normally do. I didn’t mind. Not until I saw this sexy ass waitress with a nice cleavage, I think she was a DD cup at least, take my order. She recognized me and wanted my autograph. I gave it to her after she got my drink which was a Smirnoff Whipped Cream. I sipped in the scene seeing “queens,” “femmes” and even some “trade” and there were women there too gettin’ it in.

So I danced a little myself with some girls then with some “queens.” I got felt up with all the masses of bodies there. It was all good. I was having fun. I dance some more until I decided to cool off. I needed another drink so I got one. A few minutes later after sipping another round of Smirnoff Whipped Cream, the music shut off.

Of course, the DJ makes this announcement, “We have a celeb in da house! Show some love for that bad ass bald bitch…Philly’s own Amber Rose!!” The spotlight was at my seat. The last thing I wanted. I love attention. I get it all the time but I wanted a little normalcy.

Still I did what I did when I am always in these situations; I shown the love back. This is my home-town. I can’t ever forget where I came from. This city made me the woman that I am and I love being here. I signed some autographs including on some tits, got felt up by a few patrons which is something that makes me uncomfortable but it was all love and drinks were on the house all because I was in da building. Liquor was flowin’ everywhere and people dancing having the time of their lives. I was happy to see this.

Then I saw HER again, the chick from “The Gallery” wearing on a tight blue dress that her cleavage was puttin’ a hurt on. To be honest, I didn’t know how her tits were able to fit in that dress, they were ready to bust out. They were that packed in. Not that I didn’t appreciate the visual. She didn’t have an ass really but most girls built like her don’t. They call bodies like that in the Urban Community “bad bodies” which is stupid because this chick’s body definitely looked hot to me.

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Recap: Nova was kidnapped by Sabine and said to be a servant to the commander.

Note: Some BDSM. Sex more towards the end.

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Finally arriving, masked figures walked with them some in trees as well. Walking through the gates, they stopped, Nova and Ethan dismounted and the horse was taken away. Their wrists were untied and they stood in front of the crowd. Sabine began to speak in their native language, gesturing to Ethan she explain what was his fate here.

She gestured to Nova, her instructions were very short and Sabine clearly got a stir out of her community. Nova was very curious. She saw her sister and almost yelled out to her but remembered Sabine’s directions earlier.

Ethan was taken by a group, Nova led by one servant, through many tunnels leading to a chamber, a big bed was in the middle, a few doors to her left and right. “She will be in shortly, I’m Keely, I am Commander’s personal servant but not in the way you will be ,so no worries, I’ll be here for you as well I think- she paused thinking- well unless Dorine will be…I don’t know, we have heard a lot about you Nova, I hope you choose to stay for our Commander, just yell if you need anything I’m down the two halls the tunnel on the right and the third opening.” Nova thanked her and she left.

Nova went to the bed she stiffly sat on the edge, she ran her hand through the fur pelt she leaned down and smelled it, ‘Sabine’ she thought. She smiled to herself it all seemed too real. Nova stood at the sound of Sabine’s voice. “Keely, Dorine, kitchen please!” She couldn’t make out their words…Nova looked around the room unaware of Sabine’s gaze.

She had lost her armour and wore what she would for bed, Nova stood unsure of herself staring back at Sabine in the doorway. Sabine moved toward Nova, she held her face and kissed her passionately. Holding her close she asked if Nova were okay. “Yeah…just a little nervous and unsure about everything, but very happy to be with you.”

Sabine smiled. “Me too.” Letting go and sitting on the bed she smiled and contained her excitement Nova had never seen her like this she was always stern and straight faced.

“Okay what do you want to do first? Are you hungry?”

Nova thought. “Could I see my sister?”

“Of course.”

Sabine explained rules bursa sınırsız escort and what she expected out of the two servants for the next week. Sabine dressed in more layers but no armour, they walked to a hut with two women outside of it, they greeted their commander, Akila came out and welcomed them in.

Nova hugged her, Akila hesitated then closely hugged her sister. They sat. “You’re here..ugh I knew this day were coming but it’s so soon… and I ask you both how you became partners?”

Nova explained everything as Akila listened attentively. Before leaving Akila gave Nova a real hug.

Sabine showed Nova around and introduced her to the important people. She took great interest in the teachers of both the mind and body. They got back to the commander’s hut both servants were busy at dinner.

Sabine started helping Dorine moved away immediately, Keely clearly less submissive “Commander…Commander you really don’t have to help.”

“I know.”

“But…no other commander has helped.”

“I’m aware of that as well…we have been over this.”

“Yes ma’am.” Keely said moving away and traveling down a different hall.

“And don’t call me ma’am!” Nova liked seeing Sabine in different settings, she asked if she could help at all. “Ummm yeah you can make the bed and just clean up a bit, should be done very quickly.”

“Okay.”

Nova traveled back to the chamber, Keely sat on the edge of the bed slumped over with her head in her hands, her face against the pelt blanket. Nova accidentally make the drape move, Keely shot up on her feet. “Oh it’s just you, Nova I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“I um I love Sabine, ever since I met her…I’m not going to compete with you but it’s just really hard knowing that she chooses you over her servants unlike most commander’s. And she never lets us just do our work for her she always has to help, I never know why but it makes me so mad!” Nova didn’t know what to do.

“Keely I honestly don’t know what to say or do… I can talk to her??”

“No! She must never know… I almost wish I could leave but I was born here there isn’t another place.”

Sabine came back. “Keely I need you-Sabine notice her blotchy face–are you okay?”

“Yes Commander I’m fine.”

Sabine came closer. bursa üniversiteli escort “I’m fine!” Keely snapped as she stepped back.

“Remember who you are speaking to…I’m here if you need to talk okay?”

“Yes ma’am sorry..thank you as always, do you need me to run and errand?”

“Yes I need Aisling to visit the queen only if she wishes.” Keely left with a nod.

Sabine had finished dinner early, Nova stayed for the conversations. Nova came in to Sabine soaking in a hot bath, she quietly came around sand sat behind her, throwing her legs over her shoulders Sabine jumped a bit. “Hi.” Nova whispered.

She began undoing Sabine’s braids, she ran her fingers through her long dirty blonde hair. “Undress for me.” Sabine said quietly. Nova let go of the half done braid… she came around the pool of water so Sabine could see her.

Nova untied her pants, letting them pool around her bare feet, she untied and unbuttoned her shirt, she looked up at Sabine through her eyelashes, she slowly shimmied her shirt off, Sabine relaxed, her head leaning back a bit watching the younger woman’s every move. Then her panties she was sure to turn a little to the side so Sabine could see her round ass..

Nova lost her bra tossing it away, her perfect breast bounced and shook with the movements, she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her underwear she slowly worked them down her thighs, she ended by her underwear around her lower knees crouched down, knees wide displaying her vagina fully…Sabine smirked, Nova stood completely naked under Sabine’s gaze.

“What now?”

“Mmm call me mistress or ma’am.”

“What are my orders now mistress?” Nova blushed.

Sabine smirked and looked very pleased. “Come here.” Nova came close, Sabine held out her hand Nova took it, Sabine pulled her in. Nova was now straddling her newly found mistress’s thighs.

“Nova when I was speaking to your father, did you understand anything that is expected of you for this week?”

‘Really she wants to bring up my father, now?’ “Not really.”

Sabine waited with an arched eyebrow. “Oh sorry, not really mistress.”

“Good girl. I want you as a lover but also as a play thing, I will cause you pain and pleasure anyway bursa anal yapan escort that I want. I’d love to tie you to my bed and have my way with you…” Nova’s lips tingled her stomach had butterflies, Nova’s mind raced.

“Mistress..I’m willing to try anything, but I do not trust other people touching me.”

“Very well then..we can talk and set rules another time, yes? Right now I’d like to introduce you to some pain, unless you are too tired.”

Nova still dripping wet from the bath water was now bent over the bed, her wrists and ankles tied keeping her in place. Sabine came back in, she put a blindfold on her, with only a few minutes in to her new dark world Nova could feel her other senses heighten.

Sabine spoke calm and slow “Nova, I’m putting clamps on your nipples.” Nova tried to prepare herself, she felt Sabine’s warm hand under her body between the animal pelt.

Sabine’s skilled fingers began to toy with her lover’s nipples, the feeling was strange but enjoyable she never knew they could be stimulated like this, Nova moaned at the attention she was receiving.

Before she knew it she was sent into a wake of pain. She felt her entire chest and upper back being swallowed up with heat. She wanted Sabine, right there anyway her Mistress wanted.

She could hear Sabine’s footsteps..’She’s at my butt.’ Nova nearly screamed when she felt Sabine’s tongue between her butt cheeks. Sabine sat back to admire Nova in this position, everything exposed and on display for her.

The pool of hair down to the small of Nova’s back, over her plump cheeks. To her perfect engorged lips glistening in the dim candle light. Sabine traced a finger over Nova’s cheek down below and over one lip, this sent shivers through Nova’s body.

Sabine shoved a finger into Nova’s sopping slit. Nova squealed at the force, she began moaning, her hips moving against Sabine’s movements. Sabine removed her hand, she examined the slim on her finger, she sucked on it. “Nova I have an instrument for punishments as well as pain, I’m going to use it on you, no matter how much you cry or yell out I won’t stop until I want to,understood?”

“Uh yes mistress”

“Don’t worry this is only us trying things out.”

Nova didn’t know if that was suppose to make her feel better or not. Nova waited and waited she relaxed a bit. ‘Smack!’ Nova was sent into a world of pain each blow of the fine leather, each bringing new tears streaming down her face. Yet she never made a sound other than her winces and gasps. Nova knew her cheeks had to be bleeding by now, she rubbed her face on the drenched fur thinking ‘What did I get myself into?!’

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(Special thanks to Bad Penny for her help in proofreading the story.)

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“Just bring it in here!” Erica heard the woman’s shout clearly through the door, and she adjusted the package in her hand to try the doorknob. It opened easily, revealing a large studio apartment. The place seemed like a nightmare of disorganization, big blocks of stone everywhere, chipped and sanded into a variety of strange and disturbing shapes. Tarps covered some of the pieces, various stone-working tools lay on tables throughout the apartment, and a pile of cushions in the corner suggested that whoever lived here, they didn’t pay much attention to things like “sleeping”.

Erica looked around for a moment, and finally spotted the owner of the voice in a corner, polishing a statue that looked like a claw made out of smoke. It was a woman, one with just a faint stubble of black hair on her shaved head, wearing goggles, a tank-top, and a pair of panties. Erica blushed a little, but the woman didn’t even notice as she waved Erica over. “What do you think?” she said without preamble. “It’s called ‘Fear’.”

Erica looked at the statue, uncertain of what to say. She was pretty sure that the woman didn’t know why Erica was here, and even more sure that she didn’t care. “It’s not making me afraid.”

The woman sighed. “You’re looking at it too representationally. You have to engage with sculpture on a more spiritual level, that’s what abstract art is all about. I’m guessing you don’t go to museums much, do you?”

Erica held up the package, at this point just waiting for a chance to give it to its recipient gracefully and get the hell out. “No, I…um, are you…” She looked at the name on the label. “Miranda Madsen?”

The woman sighed. “Yes…and let me guess, Erica,” she said, making a show of reading Erica’s name tag, “you’d like to enrich your mind by engaging with avant-garde artwork, but there always seems to be something good on TV, right?”

Erica bit her lip. ‘Miranda Madsen’ was a customer, and there was no point in arguing with a customer. She’d never see her again anyway. Let her be smug if she wanted to. “Sign here, please,” she said, holding up an electronic tablet.

Miranda took the tablet, but instead of signing, she walked off to another part of the room. Erica darted after her, but Miranda was paying no attention to the rituals of package delivery. “See, you’re exactly the kind of person that my work is aimed at, Erica. You’re someone who probably has a first-rate mind underneath layers of ingrained pop-culture detritus and mass-produced schlock masquerading as art, but you’ve never tried to engage it. Somewhere, deep under layers of Britney Spears and Brangelina and People Fucking Magazine, the part of you that engages with the higher self, the subconscious element that appreciates truth, the, oh, hell, let’s call it a soul, that part is ready to appreciate my work, or at least, that’s how I feel about it.” Erica felt like Miranda was throwing up a verbal wall to prevent any sort of meaningful interaction, but before she could deliver a statement to that intent, Miranda had pulled off a tarp. “This is really my ‘entry-level’ piece. I call it ‘Obsession’. And no, it’s got nothing to do with the cologne.”

Erica looked at the ‘sculpture’. It was just a cube made out of stone, two feet in all dimensions, resting on a pedestal. She walked all around it, but it was still just an ordinary stone cube. “I don’t get it,” she said. Part of her enjoyed Miranda’s failure to ‘move her soul’, part of her felt a little bit dumb for not understanding the meaning of the piece. But it was still just a cube.

Miranda nodded. “That’s normal at first. Try looking at it for a bit.”

Erica looked at it. Then looked at it a bit longer. “Sorry, still don’t get it. I mean, why is it called ‘Obsession’? It’s just a cube.”

Miranda said, “You’re still thinking representationally. You have to engage with it on the spiritual level, think of the symbolism of the piece. It…” she looked at Erica and sighed. “Never mind.” She signed the electronic tablet, and handed it back to Erica. “Thanks. Just set the package down anywhere on your way out.”

*****

It was stupid, Erica thought as she continued on her drive. Why would it be called ‘Obsession’? It didn’t look like an obsession; an obsession wouldn’t even have a shape. Why would you try to sculpt something that didn’t have a shape, and why would you wind up with a shape like that when you were done?

The thought nagged at her for bursa escort the rest of her route, and even when she got home, she was bothered by the notion. If she’d tried, Miranda couldn’t have chosen a worse way to represent an obsession. It just didn’t make any sense. Erica ate her dinner quickly and almost turned on the TV, but thought better of it and instead went to bed. ‘Obsession’? She tossed and turned, trying to make some sense of the title of the piece. Hardly.

*****

The next day, she found herself back at Miranda’s apartment. It was Erica’s day off, and she’d been planning to go to the beach and get some sun, but something about that sculpture had stuck in her head. It just didn’t make sense. She knocked on Miranda’s door. “Come in!”, she shouted from inside the apartment, and Erica once again let herself in.

Miranda looked up from the piece she was working on. This time, she was wearing a pair of shorts, but no top–just a bra. Erica wondered if she ever even noticed what she was wearing. “Oh, Erica! Back for more mental stimulation, eh? Or do you just have some more chisels for me?”

Erica blushed a little. “I, um…actually, I wanted to see that sculpture you showed me yesterday. Y’know, ‘Obsession’? It didn’t make any sense to me, and I thought that with maybe another look, I might…”

“Engage your brain? Possibly, possibly.” Miranda led her to the back, where the sculpture sat under a tarp. She grabbed Erica a chair, and pulled the tarp off. “There you go, look to your heart’s content. I’ll be around, working on ‘Fear’ and ‘Loathing’. I should probably sell them to the Las Vegas Chamber of Commerce.” She paused for a laugh, looked at Erica’s bemused expression, sighed, and said, “I’ll leave you with the rock.” She walked off.

Erica looked at the cube. It was big. Something about the way it formed a perfect cube made it seem bigger than just a lump of rock. But it didn’t seem to say, “Obsession.” It just said, “Big.” She leaned closer, trying to glean details. Perhaps it was something in the carving of the stone? Something in the texture?

She got up, walked around it, and sat back down again. Perhaps she needed to examine the whole thing, inch by inch…

After a while, Miranda tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey!” she said. Erica almost jumped. Miranda had changed into a slinky black dress, and Erica hadn’t even noticed. “Sorry to kick you out, but I’ve got a gallery opening in a few hours, and I can’t leave you in the house alone.” She gestured to the two-foot cube of solid rock. “You never know, you might walk out with this thing under your shirt.” Erica was able to chuckle at that one. “So is it making more sense to you now?”

Erica sighed and shook her head, feeling foolish. “I don’t get it any more than I did yesterday. Maybe I just don’t get modern art.”

Miranda smiled. “It’s not whether you get modern art, Erica. It’s whether modern art gets you.” She laughed loudly at that, but Erica just smiled in confusion.

*****

At home, in bed, the sculpture seemed to mock her with its resolute refusal to be understood. It was just a big, square rock, but Miranda kept insisting that there was a hidden meaning that Erica could unlock if she just spent the time and used her brains. But there wasn’t. There wasn’t! She was sure of it! She’d looked at it for hours, and there was nothing obsessive there!

She finally fell asleep around three AM, but her dreams were filled with the sculpture, grown to gigantic size (or maybe she’d shrunk), and she woke up bleary and unrested. She made the decision to call in sick, and head back to Miranda’s. Maybe one more day of staring at the sculpture would make a link between it and ‘obsession’ make some kind of sense.

When she got there, though, Miranda wasn’t there. The door was locked. Erica rubbed her brow in frustration. What could she do now? She couldn’t exactly leave without figuring out what was so important about the sculpture, but she didn’t know where Miranda was. Or how long she was going to be. Waiting was just silly.

A half-hour later, Miranda came up the stairs with a bag full of groceries, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Erica leapt to her feet when she saw her. “Hi!” she said. “I’m so glad to see you, I stopped by to–“

Miranda smiled, but somehow it looked…cruel. “Look at the statue, yes.” She nodded at the bag. “Could you hold this?”

“Sure!” Erica took the bag out of Miranda’s hand, allowing her to reach into her pocket for her keys. “So, yeah, I was bursa ucuz escort hoping you wouldn’t mind if, um…”

Miranda went into the apartment. Erica followed behind her. “Actually, it is getting kind of inconvenient, Erica. I mean, I do have work to do, and here you are, pestering me again to get a look at a piece that you really should understand by now. I don’t know if I have the time to indulge you today.”

Erica felt like she was going to cry. “But…but I called in sick from work, just to look at the piece, please! I have to look at it, I need to!”

Miranda bit her lip in contemplation. “I don’t know…you’d have to make it worth my while.”

Erica’s eyes widened. “I…I don’t have much money…”

Miranda chuckled. “I do. I killed last night at the gallery. But money wasn’t really what I was thinking about.” She pulled her jeans off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “I was thinking that if seeing the sculpture was really that important to you, you might want to do something I like doing first.”

Erica’s face flushed. “I…I’m not into women.”

“I am. And I haven’t gotten any for months.” She sat down on one of the chairs, her legs spread lewdly.

“But…I…” she looked over at the sculpture, still hidden under the tarp, and then back over at Miranda’s cunt. “I really don’t want to do this, Miranda…”

“But you really do want to look at the sculpture, don’t you?” Erica nodded. “In fact, I think you used the exact phrase, ‘need to’. And this is something you have to do before you can look at the sculpture. Therefore, Erica,” she pointed between her legs, “this is something you really do want, even need, to do.”

Erica took a step forward. “Is…” she took another step, and knelt down in front of Miranda. “Is it going to make sense to me this time?”

Miranda grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to Miranda’s waiting pussy. “Just think about it a little bit longer, lover.”

Erica ran her tongue along Miranda’s pussy lips, tasting warm musk. Thinking about it longer would be easy. It was all she could think of. Even now, as she sucked gently on Miranda’s clit, the only thing that was really important was ‘Obsession’. She needed to understand it, the need was as tangible as the fluids she lapped up from Miranda’s cunt. It had become all-consuming now, and she felt like she was close to a breakthrough. Miranda wrapped her legs around Erica’s head and rode her as Erica continued to lick. “That’s it, that’s a good girl, right there, oh, ohhh…”

Erica felt Miranda climax, and almost stopped to ask if she could see the sculpture now, but Miranda didn’t let go of her, and she knew that Miranda wanted more. Which meant that Erica had to give it to her. Because the only way to see the sculpture again was to please Miranda, and she needed to see the sculpture.

*****

The next day, Erica was back again. Work hadn’t been happy about her calling in sick two days in a row, and Erica knew her excuses hadn’t been convincing. But the sculpture was more important. She felt like she was no closer to understanding what the ‘Obsession’ was than when she’d started, and spending six hours tongue-fucking Miranda yesterday had meant that she’d gotten a lot less time to spend looking at it.

When she walked in, Miranda was naked. She wasn’t even working on anything, just standing there, bent over a table, completely naked. “Back for more?”

“I just…I wanted to see the sculpture again. I hoped that you…I mean, we did a lot of that yesterday, and I thought that maybe…”

“Oh, I’m a little sore down there, Erica. That’s why I wanted to try something different. Come here.”

Erica walked over. “I…”

“Get down on your knees.”

Erica knelt down. “Do we…have to do this?”

“Oh, yes, we most definitely do.” Miranda wiggled her hips. “Now…kiss my ass, Erica.”

“I…I…”

“Oh, Erica, you spent six hours yesterday licking my pussy just to get twenty minutes to look at the sculpture. Is this really so much worse? Just lean forward,” Erica leaned forward, “and kiss.” Miranda’s full, shapely buttocks filled her vision, but in her mind, she saw only the sculpture as she pressed her lips against them.

Miranda pressed back against her. “Good girl,” she said. “Was that so bad?”

“N-no…”

“No, ma’am. I created that sculpture you’re so enamored with, Erica. Show a little respect, please.”

“S-sorry, ma’am.”

“That’s OK. Kiss bursa elit escort again. Use your tongue this time.”

Erica licked her way along Miranda’s ass, unsure exactly how she’d gotten to this point, but knowing that she couldn’t stop now. It was too important to her. It was the most important thing in the world to her.

She spread Miranda’s ass-cheeks apart almost before she’d been told, and tongued Miranda’s asshole patiently. A part of her tried to remember that she wasn’t into girls, but she knew that thinking like that would keep her from seeing the sculpture, and not seeing the sculpture would mean that it wouldn’t make sense to her, and if it didn’t make sense, then her life didn’t make sense. So really, she thought, becoming an enthusiastic lesbian ass-licker was the only sensible thing to do.

Miranda moaned. “Good…ohhhh, good girl…”

*****

“Have you forgotten the rules?”

Erica shook her head. “N-no, Ma’am.” She started peeling her clothes off. Yesterday, Miranda had forbidden her to wear clothing whenever they were alone together. “I–I just…” She dropped her shirt onto the floor. “I’m not sure I can keep doing this, Ma’am.” Her eyes were shadowed, exhausted with the effort of trying to understand so many new, strange concepts.

“Don’t be silly. You’ve learned a lot about Modern Art the last few days.”

“I…I know, Ma’am, but…” She stepped out of her jeans, leaving them puddled on the floor next to her sandals. “I’ve called in sick for the last four days now, my boss is threatening to fire me, I…I don’t know how I’ll make rent if I have to find a new job…” She could feel hot tears spilling down her cheeks as she undid her bra and tossed it onto the pile of clothes. “I want to understand, I really do, but it’s just so hard…” Her panties fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked. “I…I should go,” she said, realizing with a start that she’d planned to make that statement before undressing.

Miranda took her hand. “You’ll never get anywhere with that kind of talk,” she said, leading her once again to the tarp-covered sculpture. “I think you need a few more Art Appreciation Lessons.”

“N…” It was hard to say ‘No’ to Miranda now, especially with the thought that she might get to see the sculpture right away today. Maybe she’d get to look at it longer today, really get to grips with the piece. “I…n…I…” Miranda pulled the tarp off. Erica went silent.

“That’s right,” Miranda said. She went over to a box in the corner, pulled out a harness, and strapped it around her waist. She fitted a long, black dildo into the harness, gave it a good dollop of lubrication, and went back over to where Erica still hadn’t moved. “Bend over, girl. Put your hands on the sculpture. It’s alright, you can touch it.”

With a shivering moan of anticipation, Erica leaned in and pressed her hands eagerly to the stone, feeling its smooth, polished texture under her fingers. Leaning in this close, bent over and staring at it, the sculpture seemed to fill her entire field of vision, fill her entire world. She saw herself reflected in the polished stone, almost like she was trapped inside of it. The fake cock slipped into her, feeling so thick and hard and full, and as she felt Miranda pounding it into her, she realized how badly she needed to come. All the sexual tension of the last few days suddenly just crystallized in her brain and she needed to come so bad, needed to keep staring at the sculpture, needed sex and needed to understand and needed, oh so badly needed to be right here, right now, being fucked from behind while looking at the sculpture that was so important. Miranda was right. Nothing else was important but this, right here, right now, so thick, so hard, so…

“You understand even better now, don’t you, Erica?”

Erica stuck her tongue out and gave the smooth stone a long, lascivious lick. “Yes, Ma’am…”

Miranda pounded the strap-on into her even harder. “Good girl.”

Erica came. Hard.

*****

The knock came again at the door. “Come in!”

Erica walked in, wearing a leather dog collar, a bikini, and nothing else. As soon as she closed the door, she took off the bikini. “I’m here, Ma’am. The delivery company let me go today.”

Miranda came up behind her and pinched her tits. “You don’t care, do you?”

“No, Ma’am. Only the sculpture is important.” Erica fell to her knees, shuddering with pleasure.

“And who created the sculpture?” Miranda walked around in front of her, presenting her ass to Erica to kiss.

“You did, Ma’am.” Erica kissed her ass reverently.

“Only I am important.”

“Only you are important.”

“Good girl.” Miranda turned around and pressed Erica’s face to her pussy. “I knew you’d understand Higher Art eventually.”

THE END

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Friday morning was another perfect sunny and hot day. A few clouds dotted the sky, but a constant light breeze provided relief. As promised, Brittany knocked on Jill’s open door right when she got into the office. The alluring brunette was in a tight-fitting shirt dress with deep pink and white stripes that accented her porcelain skin, as the email invitation had encouraged employees to dress casually for the summer outing. Underneath, she wore a black push-up bra and a tiny black thong in anticipation of Jill’s planned activities. Her tan sandal wedge heels completed the look and gave her a few extra inches as well.

Jill motioned for Brittany to close the door behind her, and her slut quickly complied. Brittany was surprised to see Jill wearing glasses instead of her contacts and a denim shirt with short sleeves that showed ample cleavage, as the older blonde was almost always impeccably dressed in business attire. As she approached Jill’s desk and stood in front of it, Brittany also noticed that her mistress was in tan cargo shorts and Coach flats as opposed to her usual pencil skirt and heels.

“Good morning, Mistress.”

“Good morning, slut. Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Show me.”

Brittany bunched up her shirt dress and revealed the tiny black triangle of fabric covering her mound, already feeling a drip of arousal.

“Good, give them to me.”

The brunette slid off her black thong and handed it to Jill, who motioned for her to come around the desk. Once she came around, Jill took the discarded underwear and placed it in her drawer.

“Um…”

“Is there a problem?” Jill asked.

“I’m just nervous about flashing someone at the picnic later,” Brittany replied.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to be careful and make sure to hold your dress down, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jill stuffed a couple of fingers into her slut’s already moist slit, loving the feel of Brittany’s warm hole wrapped tightly around them.

“Ugh,” Brittany moaned, feeling Jill’s cold digits invading her snatch.

The older woman removed her hand and licked off the wetness, savoring the musky taste. “Now sit down, and we’ll go over the plan.”

Brittany sat.

“Once the buses arrive at the picnic grounds, there will be burgers and food and drinks for lunch. Around 1:30, the CEO will give a little talk, after which we’ll have a few free hours for bags, canoeing, and general mingling. I want you to find Christina around 2:00. Make sure no one else is around, and let her know that I want to see her by the canoe area. Got it?”

Brittany nodded. “Yes Mistress, but how are you going to-“

Jill cut her off. “Don’t worry about that. Just do your job, and I’ll handle the rest. Then wait outside the canoe building until I tell you to come in. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

It turned out that Jill was pretty good at snooping around. Using the login and password that Ben had provided her, she’d been able to log into Christina’s work laptop remotely. Once accessed, it had taken a few hours for her to find anything useful, but Jill finally hit the jackpot when she found Christina’s Tinder registration email. Luckily, Christina seemed to use the same password for a lot of her logins, and while Jill didn’t have access to the girl’s phone, she was able to sign into Christina’s Tinder account via the website.

At first, she was disappointed after finding out that the app didn’t allow sending photos, as her plan had hinged on getting incriminating pictures of Christina, as she had once done with Phoebe and Brittany. However, after reading through a few message threads, Jill quickly discovered something far better. Their innocent-looking intern had been whoring herself out for drugs, offering to meet up with a few matches for weed and Molly. A few quick screenshots later, and Jill was ready to recruit her new slut at the summer outing.

If my VP of Marketing job didn’t pay so well, maybe I’d have a pretty good career as a private eye, she smirked to herself.

“Good, then go get some work done. I’ll see you on the first bus at 11:00. I’ll save you a seat next to me.”

A couple of hours passed, and Brittany went to the bathroom to pee around 10:45, making sure to clean herself up well after having been chastised a couple of times early on by her mistress. She made her way downstairs and climbed aboard the first bus as instructed. Brittany walked down the aisle until she spotted Jill all the way in the back row. The last row of seats across from them was unoccupied, as a bunch of folding chairs and other supplies were stacked on top of the seat.

It was loud on the bus with everyone talking and laughing, excited to get out of work early on a Friday. Already, all the employees aboard were getting rowdy with drinks in hand. As the bus pulled out and began the drive to the campgrounds just outside the city, Jill reviewed the plan with her slut. “Do you remember what you’re supposed to do?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I bursa escort bayan can’t hear you,” Jill said. Their coworkers were now talking loudly as the alcohol began taking effect.

“YES, MISTRESS. Find Christina alone around two o’clock and get her to meet you by the canoe area.”

“Good,” Jill smiled. “Let’s have some fun then. After all, it’s almost the weekend.”

As she finished speaking, the blonde slid her hand up Brittany’s thigh, eliciting a lustful sigh from the brunette. Jill continued going up under her pink dress until her hand cupped her slut’s smooth mound, feeling the heat from her crotch. Slowly, she inserted one, two, and then three fingers inside her wet slit. Brittany let out a moan, but it didn’t matter, as it was so loud on the bus.

Jill began finger fucking her slut in earnest, thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt. The vibrations from the bus going over potholes and speed bumps only served to intensify Brittany’s arousal, sending a constant buzz of sensations throughout her pussy.

Brittany grabbed the window with her right hand to brace herself, trapping Jill’s hand between her pale thighs. Her eyes were half-closed in lust, and the feeling of Jill’s supple, skilled fingers working their way in and out of her cunt felt sensational.

Suddenly, she felt Jill remove her fingers altogether, prompting Brittany to open her eyes. Jill had spotted one of their older coworkers, Pat, walking down the aisle of the bus toward them. By the way he was walking and the slight blush on his cheeks, Jill could tell that he was already buzzed. Brittany quickly adjusted her dress and closed her legs together.

“Hey Jill,” he grinned at her.

She smiled back. “Hi Pat.”

“And hey uh…Brittany.”

“Hi Pat.” Brittany forced out a smile, her cheeks flushed both from arousal and embarrassment at the thought of almost being caught. She could feel some of her juices leaking down her taint and onto the seat between her shut legs.

“Mind if I join you pretty ladies back here? Hoggin’ all the booze to yourselves, eh?” the balding man attempted to flirt.

“Sorry, no booze back here,” Jill gestured to the seat across the aisle. “Just stuff for grilling.”

Pat looked crestfallen.

Before he had time to reinitiate his drunken advances, Jill said, “I think Jake brought a case and has a few more beers up front.”

He looked divided for a moment, but his quest for another beer eventually won over. “Thanks Jill,” he said before turning around and walking back toward the front of the bus.

After a few seconds, once Jill was sure that Pat wasn’t coming back, she turned her attention back to Brittany. She moved her hand down to the brunette’s crotch, and Brittany spread her legs apart to allow Jill access. The blonde began toying at Brittany’s engorged clit with her middle finger. She rubbed at the hard nub in slow circles, driving Brittany crazy. As Jill began gradually increasing her pace and pressure, Brittany’s breath grew short as the pleasure mounted.

Brittany was no longer concerned with getting caught, as she now spread her legs wide open and thrust her exposed, shaved mound up against Jill’s hand. One leg was pushed up against Jill’s thigh, and the other was pressed tightly against the wall of the bus under the window. Luckily, Jill kept her head straight ahead, staying alert for any more would-be intrusions. Everyone was socializing and drinking, having a great time and oblivious to the debauchery happening in the back row.

Jill started rubbing at Brittany’s clit even more quickly now, her fingers flying. Little gasps escaped from Brittany’s lips, but the roar of the bus and the loud conversations all around masked them.

“Ayee!” The bus hit a speed bump, and Brittany yelped shrilly as the vibration shot through her pussy in sync with Jill’s rubbing.

Brittany squeezed her legs together as her climax continued to build, sweat dripping down her forehead. “M-Mistress, may I cum?”

Jill was feeling generous today, and the thought of soon adding another slut pleased her.

“Yes, go ahead my little slut. Enjoy your afternoon off. You can cum as much as you want today, no need to ask for the rest of the day.”

She continued her assault on Brittany’s clit. The entire mound as well as the inside of Brittany’s thighs were now wet, Jill’s fingers having spread the brunette’s juices all over. Jill applied more pressure, rubbing hard at Brittany’s nub in a constant attack. The tall brunette felt her orgasm building, her clit on fire and throbbing for release.

The bus sped up, rolling through a green light and driving over a big pothole. The resulting jolt of the seat up against Brittany’s crotch was too much for her to handle. The shock waves from the bump along with Jill’s furious rubbing led to an intense climax.

“Unghhh!” Brittany moaned.

Tremors raced throughout her entire body. Her back arched against the back of the bus seat as Jill kept rubbing at bursa bayan escort her now very sensitive clit. Her toes curled against the soles of her shoes, and for a moment Jill was concerned that someone would hear her even over the clamor on the bus.

Finally, after a few more seconds, Brittany’s body relaxed. Her head lay limp on the back of the seat as she recovered, her chest heaving from exertion. Jill smoothed over Brittany dress and then sucked her fingers clean of the juices that had gathered, savoring the salty yet sweet taste of her slut’s pussy nectar.

* * *

It wasn’t a long bus ride to the picnic grounds next to the river. Once they arrived and disembarked, Jill socialized with a few of the other execs. She had a couple of wine coolers and ate a hot dog, noticing both Carl, the CEO, and Pat, the VP from the bus, unabashedly watching as she slid the hot dog into her mouth. Brittany likewise chatted with some of the coworkers from her group as they grilled and ate, talking about some office gossip and the upcoming baseball game outing.

Eventually, it came time for Carl to address the gathered employees. He was a likable guy and threw out a few jokes here and there in between the usual talk of teamwork and how great of a job everyone was doing.

Jill spotted Christina among the crowd, barely listening to Carl’s speech as she stared down at her phone texting away. Christina was a petite blonde and wore a white blouse over a black tank top. Both shirts were short enough that they exposed a sliver of her midriff and tiny waist. Her skin was pale but definitely tanner than Brittany’s. She had on tiny jean shorts that showed a bit of the underside of her ass cheeks and some white sneakers. Overall, she was dressed on the sluttier side of casual for a company outing, and Jill couldn’t wait to find out how her pussy tasted.

Carl began wrapping up, and Jill grabbed her bag of special supplies and walked toward the canoe rental area. Now all she had to do was wait.

As instructed, Brittany waited patiently while Christina chatted with a couple of the other interns. Eventually, Christina broke away and went to the bathroom. When Christina stepped outside into the bright sun, Brittany made her approach.

“Hey Christina!”

“Oh, hi Brittany,” Christina smiled.

“Do you have a minute? Jill wanted to see you real quick.”

“Oh…um okay.” Christina’s thoughts raced. She was supposed to have submitted a presentation she was working on for Jill a couple of days ago, but she’d been too hung over to work on it, having gone out with her friends on multiple nights this past week. Jill had been extremely nice about giving her an extension until next Tuesday, but now Christina worried that maybe Jill was angry after all.

“I think she was over by the canoe area,” Brittany offered.

“Thanks, I’ll head over there now.” Christina walked down the dirt path that led toward the riverbank and canoe area. Before she made it down to the main canoe rental building, she spotted Jill waving to her off to the side of the path next to one of the smaller equipment shacks. Christina waved back and headed toward her.

“Hey Jill,” Christina said when she approached her. “Brittany said you were looking for me?”

“Yeah, just wanted to talk to you about something real quick,” Jill said sweetly. “Let’s step inside for a second.”

“Um…okay.”

Christina thought it was strange to be meeting out here, but she stepped into the equipment shack. It was semi-dark in there, as rows of shelves with bright orange life vests blocked much of the light from only two overhead lights. Two large benches in the middle of the shelves provided seating areas during peak season. But for today’s private event, this building wasn’t need and was closed down. Jill closed the door behind them to make sure no one disturbed them.

“By the way, I’m sorry again about the delay on that presentation.” Christina tried to preempt whatever scolding that might’ve been coming.

“Are you?” Jill again said sweetly.

“Yes, really.”

“No, I don’t think you are.” Jill stated coldly. Her tone had completely changed, and it scared Christina a little.

“I-” Christina started to talk.

“Shut up, slut.”

Christina stopped speaking, her mouth still half-open in shock at what Jill had just said.

“I know you were out at the clubs late all week and coming in hungover. You’re not sorry. You’re a little slut, and you’re not going to get a job offer after you graduate if you keep this up.”

At a loss for words, Christina didn’t know how to reply.

“Do you really think I’m going to give a good recommendation for any recruiters that call me next year when you start applying for jobs? I’m going to tell him the truth, that you’re a lazy little slut who goes out with her friends and doesn’t get anything done at work.”

“I’m…I’m not a slut,” Christina retorted.

“Oh no?” Jill smiled and upped the bursa merkez escort ante. “Then how do explain whoring yourself out to guys on Tinder for drugs?”

Christina’s mouth dropped open in stunned silence.

Jill mocked and recited one of the messages she’d seen on Christina’s Tinder chats in a high pitched voice: “Hey Chad, I’m going to a festival next month and would love a few hits of Molly. I’ll let you fuck my tight little ass if you can hook us up.”

“H-how do you know about that?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Jill said coldly. “Forget about finding a job. Didn’t you get this intern position because your dad is one of the finance managers? Ted, right? How do you think he’d feel about this when I tell him his little daughter is a slut offering to fuck guys for drugs?”

“No! Please! Don’t tell anyone, especially not my dad.”

“Alright, I won’t.”

“R-really?” Christina asked, her lip trembling.

“Really, I won’t.” Jill smirked and knew she had her now. “As long as you do what I say.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Take off your shirt,” Jill commanded.

“W-what?”

“Do as you’re told,” Jill hissed. “I am your mistress now, do you understand? I own you, you little slut. You’re mine.”

“W-what?” Christina repeated, still in disbelief at what was happening.

“You will respond with ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘Yes, Jill’ when I speak to you. Got it?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

Jill liked the sound of Christina’s sweet, innocent little voice saying those words. “Good. Now take off your shirt.”

The petite blonde hesitated, unsure of what to do. Her fingers reached up to the top button and then stopped. She felt light-headed.

“I’m not going to ask you again.” Jill spoke calmly. “Do it now or I’ll go find your dad and have a little chat with him.”

“Yes, Jill.” Resigned to her fate, Christina began unbuttoning her blouse. Once finished, she slid her white shirt off and held it against her side.

“Now the tank top,” Jill ordered her.

Christina whimpered and slowly slid her black top off over her head, now holding both her shirts against her leg. She was now only in her white bra, the rest of her upper body completely exposed.

“Put those on the bench, then take off the bra too.”

The girl complied more quickly this time, which pleased Jill. Christina placed her clothes on the bench and then unclipped her bra, placing it on her growing pile of clothes. The slim figured blonde stood there awkwardly, folding her arms against her chest to cover up her little pink nipples. Jill had thought Christina had a nice chest, but she could now see that the girl was constantly in push-up bras. The petite girl had tiny tits, an A cup or at most, a B cup.

Jill laughed. “I bet you fool all the guys into thinking you have nice tits when really you look like you should still be in middle school.”

Christina sniffled as Jill struck at one of her biggest insecurities. Her ex had cheated on her freshman year of college with her D-cup roommate, and Christina had been wearing push-up bras ever since.

In a quick, smooth motion, Jill unbuttoned her denim shirt and took off her bra as well, revealing her large mammaries and big, pink areolas.

Christina stared at Jill’s huge, exposed breasts, and Jill motioned her to come over. “Come here and suck on some real tits.”

Christina walked over, and Jill grabbed her hair, guiding the younger girl’s head down toward her bosom. She positioned Christina’s head to her right breast, and almost instinctively, Christina opened her lips and began suckling at the older woman’s nipple.

“Mmm, that’s a good little slut.”

Christina could smell Jill’s perfume as she suckled at her tit. Her mind flashed back to when she’d first been initiated into her sorority. After coming home from a frat party incredibly drunk, she’d passed out on the couch in one of the common rooms only to find that one of her sorority sisters had undressed her. Christina had awoken to the older girl rubbing her hairy cunt against her semi-conscious face. She’d been too mortified to tell anyone what had happened and had tried her best to forget about it.

Jill pushed the other girl away, her nipple stiffening from the cool air inside the shack hitting her now wet areola.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” Jill commanded.

Christina slid out of her sneakers and socks and stripped off her jean shorts, leaving her in just a small white thong. With her shoes off, she was even shorter, barely five feet tall. Jill salivated at the petite, near-naked blonde in front of her. Despite her small frame, Christina had a nice, perky ass barely covered by her white thong, and it was clear that she’d been spending time at the beach this summer with her lack of tan lines. Finally, the younger blonde slid off her thong, revealing her pink pussy, hairless except for a small landing strip on her mound.

Likewise, Jill removed her cargo shorts and panties, revealing a similar landing strip, though her cunt hair was a bit darker. She sat down on the bench and laid back, spreading her legs. Her slit was already wet in anticipation.

“Now come eat me. You’re going to make up being late on the presentation by making me cum.”

Christina’s cheeks reddened. “U-um…I-I don’t know how.”

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Sarah and I stayed together the whole night. What had happened when we had made love was so powerful there was no need of any more physicality of that sort. We snuggled up, cuddling, talking, laughing, liberated from the world and its cares. Her scent, her taste, the softness of her skin, and her wit and humour, lit up the night. At some point, around the hour that the short summer’s night ended, and the dawn hour broke, she asked me to marry her. I kissed her and said that with all my heart I was already hers.

We woke in each other’s arms about seven o’clock.

‘Still determined, little one?’ Sarah smiled, a look of uncertainty in her blue eyes.

‘I am yours, Sarah. I could not be anyone else’s. You have stolen my soul, and I am content, as long as I have yours in safe-keeping.’

Her eyes shone.

‘Now and forever my precious one.’

We kissed.

Not bothering to cover my nakedness, I made us both a cup of coffee and brought her a biscuit to go with it. We sat up in bed, next to each other, still breathless at our good fortune. The phone pinged. There was a message.

‘Computer, log in with xxxx’.

I rebooted the computer and typed in the name Anne had told me. The other history of last night unfolded before our eyes.

The scene began in the middle of some action which had not been caught by the camera.

Emm was stark naked. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold, and her gorgeous breasts were linked by a chain, with clamps on both nipples. The nipples looked as though they would have been hurting. A figure recognisable as Anne was using a whip on Emm’s ass. Every time it hit, Emm gasped, pushed herself back, and was beaten again for her pains. Emily, wearing nothing except a garter-belt and stockings, was yanking the chains which were attached to Emm’s nipples. The sound was not good, but you could hear Emm whimpering.

Sarah looked at me, and she held my hand.

‘That looks really kinky, baby. Are you into that too?’

I hastened to add that Emm was Emm, not me, and that this sort of thing was what she wanted. The escort bayan reason she was with Anne and Emily was precisely because this treatment was not something I could provide. In so far as I had submissive instincts, which was quite far, they amounted to wanting my lover to take me, and boss me about. Being owned, in the way Emm wanted, was not my bag at all. For one thing, I did not have Emm’s libido, and for another, I could not abide pain. The look on Emm’s face showed what she thought of pain. She was clearly having trouble holding back her orgasm.

The phone pinged again.

‘Hope you and Sarah enjoyed yourselves, we’ll see you at breakfast in 30.’

That might have been a difficult deadline had we yielded to the temptation inherent in a joint shower, to pleasure each other, but the intensity of the night’s experience still rested on us like a feeling of immense well-being.

I threw on what I’d been wearing the previous evening, eventually finding my panties underneath the bed. Sarah put on a rather fetching blue dress with matching lingerie. Hand in hand, we strolled down to breakfast.

Anne, Emily and Emm were in what was becoming their regular haunt, the small conservatory.

If I looked as though I was wearing last night’s clothes, and Sarah looked soigné and chic, Anne, as ever, looked a million dollars. She was wearing a figure hugging cream dress which showcased her boobs. Emily, who smiled when she saw Sarah and I hand in hand, was in a summer dress of electric blue. It was Emm who attracted most attention.

Emm’s long blonde hair was worn up, showing clearly that she was wearing a collar. Her dress was cut deep at the front and the back, showing generous portions of her breasts, and revealed she was not wearing a bra. Her whole demeanour had changed. There was something obviously, almost ostentatiously, submissive about her. But she also radiated a form of content with which I was unfamiliar.

As we sat to order breakfast, it was Sophie who took the initiative.

‘Pixie and I have news, ladies.’

Three sets görükle escort of eyes focused on us.

‘We are getting married!’

Anne clapped her hands, Emily joined her, and Emm broke into a broad grin

Imperiously, Anne ordered champagne and orange juice, with which to toast ‘the happy couple.’ The genuine pleasure with which the news was received filled us with joy, and to applause from elsewhere in the restaurant, we were toasted by Anne, Emily and Emm.

When we had drunk the first glass, Anne got Emm to fill them again.

‘This is to celebrate the collaring of Emm, who, as you can see, is sporting a nice diamanté collar denoting her new status as my pet. Are you happy Emm?’

No sooner had Anne spoken than Emm answered.

‘Oh yes, Mistress, your pet is very happy. I have a jewel in my anus, and Ben Wa balls in my cunt. My ass is still sore from its beating, and I am the happiest sub ever.’

It genuinely took all sorts, and we toasted Emm’s happiness with the same gusto we had brought to the more vanilla sort enjoyed by Sophie and myself.

‘I am so glad, Pixie,’ Emily chimed in, ‘I was genuinely worried about you being left on your own as Anne and I take control of Emm. It isn’t that we do not love you, too, Pixie, but there is no place for you in the training programme, though, as you saw from the movie, we do want you to share in Emm’s journey. Is that okay, Sarah?’

Leaning forward to kiss me, Sarah assured them that as long as there was no question of my being coopted into the project, it had her blessing, adding that she, too, looked forward to further news of Emm’s progress.

Emm put her hand out to touch mine.

‘Pix, you know how much I have craved this, my love. It isn’t that I don’t love my little flat-chested darling, it is simply that Mistresses Anne and Emily fulfil my every depraved fantasy. They have deliciously deviant imaginations, and will use me in all the ways of which I have dreamed.’

My heart went out to the darling girl, and I squeezed her paw.

‘I bursa elit escort know, dearest Emm, and believe me, I am so happy that you have found what you crave. Sarah and I look forward to being witnesses of your journey.’

‘Oh darling tiny tits, that is so sweet. You know how much I need you to witness to what we have so often discussed. You are a darling to be with me on this adventure.’

Throughout the conversation, Anne and Emily were patting Emm as though she was their pet, which I suppose she really was now. The look on Emm’s face made me happy. She had always said that she had been gifted with everything except the one thing she really wanted, and now, or so it seemed, she was on the way to having that.

With our champagne breakfast coming to an end, it was time to plan our day.

For Sarah and myself the choices were simple; we both had work to do. She would be on air at nine, and I needed to check where we were with the morning papers; better get cracking and see what the reviewers had said. But for Anne, Emily and Emm, a day of interest beckoned.

‘We are taking Emm back to the room, Pixie and Sophie. We have something we want to give her to release her inhibitions. She wants that, don’t you Emm?’ She said, turning to the blushing but happy Emm.

‘More than anything.’ She almost orgasmed on the spot.

I wished we could have stayed, but work called us both, Sophie was on air at nine.

Sarah and I held hands on the way to the Concert Hall. Her press people had the reviews of the performance, and to my delight, they were universally favourable. That made life with the Maestro more of a pleasure than usual. Like most creatives, he was at his happiest when basking in approval, and if he was happy, the Ensemble was happy, and so it spread through the Hall. That made my life so much easier.

In fact, so easy was life that morning, that by lunch-time it was clear that there was not much to do that afternoon, so when Sarah signed off at noon, we went back to the hotel for a bite to eat, and what we thought might be an afternoon of canoodling, if not love-making.

Out of habit, I logged onto my messages. There was a message from Emily asking me to open the attachment. I did so. The look on my face told its own story, and Sarah asked me to open it on the laptop so she could read. It was entitled: ‘Emm’s dream.

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As I was leaving the office before lunch I got a text from Flight Lieutenant Deepti Mishra, “Why don’t you come over to mess in the evening! We’ll have dinner together.”

“The officers’ mess?” I asked.

“Where else do you think I eat, Viren?”

“I don’t know what to say, you tell me,” I replied.

“Will pick you up at 7 pm from your place. Wear something formal, with a sexy underwear underneath,” she messaged and I could see her laughing through her SMS.

“Will wait for you beautiful,” I was sure she could see my smiling face through my SMS. I fucked her in my office in the morning and I was harsh. I wanted to hurt her as she behaved wrong. And here she was, again ready to spread her sexy legs for me.

“Bitch,” I muttered and drove away.

She was right on time. I saw her parking her car as I stepped down the last step from my building. I walked to her and got in.

“Good evening. Someone looks nice,” I complemented her. She was wearing a striped pink short skirt and a matching blouse.

“Yeah, I bet someone is,” she quipped back and we both laughed, “and do you mind unrolling your sleeves, sir. We have either full or half sleeves in dining hall. And no matter how much I want to see your strong forearms, you can’t fold your sleeves.”

“You are the boss,” I did as asked.

As we walked inside the officers mess, I got closed to her and whispered, “I am not used to the ways of officers’ mess Deepti.”

“You are used to the ways of eating. Right? Just have a drink, eat your food and talk if someone comes to you. Easy. It’s just a fancy hotel, no big deal,” she was comfortable.

She had a table for two reserved at the far end of dining hall. It was indeed a good place. Superbly decorated with all the mementos earned by men and women in uniform.

“Any preference in drink?” she asked me.

“I love drinking a thing which tastes like honey and flows from the pussy of a young Air Force officer,” I said in a hushed voice.

“Shut up Viren, let me focus,” she mocked herself.

“In that case I’ll drink whatever else you prefer, until you offer my preference” I smiled at her. She blushed crimson. Our drinks arrived and we began to chat normal stuff. She looked breath-taking. My cock stirred in my pants. I downed my drink quickly and gestured her for another. Second drink arrived and I began to sip talking to Deepti to ease the tension in my pants. We ate our food laughing on each other’s jokes. Food was good, company was even better.

As we were finishing our food Deepti wiped her hands and got up from her seat suddenly. I followed her eyes and saw sages man approaching us. He was a big man with shaven head. He had sharp moustache and held a cigar in his teeth. He looked like a battle hardened soldier.

“Hello sir,” Deepti wished her. I got up from seat as well.

“How are you little girl?” he shook her hand gently.

“I am good, sir. How are you doing?”

“Tonight, not that good but right now I feel great. Your presence work like a tonic on the old man,” he made Deepti laugh.

“And… young man?” he offered me his hand.

“He is my friend Sergeant Viren, sir. I asked him if I could host him for dinner,” Deepti replied as I took his hand, “Viren, he is Colonel Sameer, my CO here.”

“Good evening sir,” I wished him.

“How was the food, Viren? Did you order your choice?” he asked, still shaking my hand.

“Food was great sir, ma’am does have a great taste.”

“Ma’am! I remember her calling you her friend. This is my den boy, you speak here what you feel,” he almost announced. Deepti laughed and I seconded her.

“She is a lovely girl, be nice to her,” he pressed my hand and gave me a knowing look. I nodded in a yes for no reason at all.

He placed her palm on Deepti’s cheek and caressed her, “have a great evening kid,” he walked away.

“You too, sir,” Deepti replied.

“So what’s the deal with Colonel here? He touched your cheek!” I asked sitting down.

“He is not like those perverts in uniform. He behaves like a father to every young officer. Good man,” she sounded sure.

“Smart as well, he knew our equation already,” I began to admire his experience. Deepti smiled.

We left the dining hall after sitting there for something. We were walking to her car which was parked at a distance. It was a beautiful evening indeed. She then took a turn instead of getting to the car.

“Follow me Viren.” I followed her. She entered the accommodation block took hd porno a key out of her purse and unlocked a lock.

“Welcome to my humble home, Viren,” she said as she gestured me to walk in before her. I complied. My could feel my rock hard cock pushing against my ‘sexy’ underwear. She offered me a seat and went in her room. She returned a moment later. As I turned to look, I almost choked. She was out of her dress and was wearing a silky red underwear with matching bra. She had her heels on and she looked sultry. She walked to me and made me stand up. She pressed her naked body to me. As I looked at her naked self she pressed her finger against my lips, and feeling my cock throb against her stomach, and she took a deep breath and said, “I need my pussy kissed and licked,” she whispered against my lips.

“You need what?” I said as she instantly thought that she never said anything like that before to anyone let alone a junior officer.

“You heard me, Sergeant Viren,” Deepti said, hardly believing she was saying what she thought she had said, but slowly brushing her body against mine. “I want you to lick and suck my clit,” she repeated.

She sat on the couch and crossed her legs. When my stare hit her, she knew it could cut glass. Lifting her bare foot to my chin, she exposed more of her thighs and panty covered crotch. Her eyes darted down to my massive erection just crying for release as it already began to show precum.

With her seduction going full on, she finally opened her legs to show her silky thong. Using only her foot, she guided me to my knees like she was a snake charmer. My eyes were on her as she knew I was under her spell. The courage that coursed through her now boiled over into an erotic show.

With a slow tug to her panties she revealed her soft hairless sex. She wanted to show it off now to me. My hands then caressed the smooth skin there, and my mouth was watering from it all. It was not the first time a man was so under her control, but it was the first time for me to be controlled in bed.

Deepti opened her legs wide showing me her sex and gave a smile of lust. “Eat me.”

She could feel the moisture in her sex and my hot breath on her inner thighs. I then slowly licked at her inner thighs and purred at her taste. She then pulled me closer, controlling the situation and forcing me to eat the pussy that I so demanded to have.

I then parted her legs more giving me full access to her pink treasure as I then flicked my tongue at her love button to get it wet and ready. Deepti gasped, and used her manicured nails to lightly scrape my scalp as she felt her clit being teased like that.

When I started to suckle her hardened clit, her back arched and her lips parted. “Mmmmm,” Deepti moaned with a sultry purr.

She unclasped her bra from the front, and let her generous breasts bounce free. I was not stopping and was furiously licking and sucking her sensitive nub as if I was starving for it.

Deepti rolled her hips into my skilled tongue and lips, and she squeezed her breasts and pulled her nipples. “Yes! Ohhh God, yes!” she moaned when she felt my tongue in-side her now.

I turned my tongue to the side as I flicked her clit like a punching bag only to stop and lick downward the length of her slit until I slipped my skilled tongue right in her slick entrance. Not stopping there, I did the entire manoeuvre again and again.

Deepti gave in quickly to her quick orgasm. “I’m gonna cum! Oh my God! I’m… I’m… OHHH YESSSS!”

I darted my tongue in and out of her entry and was capturing every drop of her female passion that leaked and then gushed from her stimulated sex. Her quick initial orgasm was still lingering and another one was building as my tongue was swirling around her clit over and over.

Deepti gasped deeply, and shuddered strongly. She gripped the leather of the couch and moaned loudly when her brain cleared enough to let herself remember that her room was soundproof. My mouth was back to sucking on her clit and her body was now recovering from the intense pleasure and ready for another.

The sight of her cum on my face actually turned Deepti on, and she gave me a lustful smile as I finally pulled away. “Good?” I asked with a lift of my brow.

She nodded and parted her thighs for me, assuming that her sex was wet enough to accept my large size again. It was now also a matter of needing it too, as she felt her body crave the large male organ to be inside of her.

I japon porno began to stroke my member and she could not help but want to have it fuck her like before. She knew she was mentally drunk on my cock and needed it inside of her as her sex pulsed with desperate need for more.

She still thought about her behaviour towards me in the day, but she could not stop thinking about the fact that this man had just eaten her silly, and now, was about to fuck her into oblivion. Her physical needs was like a drug that needed to be taken and when she watched I aim my tip towards her ready entrance, she knew she could not stop it.

Suddenly, she felt the sensation of being stretched and filled as I pressed my hard cock slowly inside of her. I slowly rocked in and out to enter her as gently as I could, and I slowly caressed her soft cheek to try and help relax her. She clenched her teeth and held her breath as my cock opened her to the maximum. Her young pussy was red from pressure.

When I filled her completely, I paused, letting her get used to the feel of me. She slowly moved her hips to reposition herself, and groaned when she felt pleasure instead of pain. I looked at her with a slight hint of a smile, and started to slowly rock my hips into her.

She wrapped her legs around my waist which made me go in even deeper. The sensation of her tight love canal being stretched by my enormous cock only added to the intensity of pleasure that was washing over her.

I paused just as I fully entered her love nest, kissing her like she was a love interest and not a common slut. When my thrusts began as my member began to slosh through her vaginal sheath, all notions of remorse in her mind was gone. And she felt just pleasure. She rolled her hips into me, making me groan and break away from the kiss. With a look of lust, she smiled at me and then began to match me stroke-for-stroke as she pushed back against me.

I was now pounding away as Deepti gave up trying to keep up. She gripped the couch as she felt her sex hole take the willing and pleasurable abuse of my hard deep thrusts. Giving into the pleasure of it, she returned the love with giving my manhood a coat of wet girl cum as her sex contracted on it.

“Ohhhh yes…yes…yes,” she moaned as another body quivering orgasm gripped her.

She looked at the intensity in my eyes and then felt my cock twitch inside of her, signalling that I was about to cum. She remembered that I was inside her, again, without a condom.

She wanted to tell me not to pull out, but I needed not to hear that. I wasn’t going to pull out. She loved my cum inside her and I loved giving it to her. We both knew she could cheat by taking a pill the next day if something goes south. Deepti could not stop wanting to feel the sensation of another orgasm. My thrusts got a little faster, and Deepti’s moans got stronger as did.

She felt the warmth of me releasing inside of her, and her heat started to spasm strongly, milking and receiving every drop of my fertile male pleasure. The orgasm was mind blowing, and she kissed my lips for loving the idea of my cum coat her vaginal muscles with a creamy sensation.

I pulled out and she gave me a look of satisfaction. “I hope you got what you needed?”

“I have a shower, let’s clean up.”

“Shower would be great. But just to clean up? Are you sure?” I smirked as we entered her washroom. She could see my again hardening cock and she slapped my arm.

“Does it ever go down?”

I turned her around to face the mirror and cupped her young breasts from behind, “just have a look at yourself Deepti. If you had a cock, you would fuck yourself.”

She blushed. She turn d around and hid her face in my chest. My hard cock was pulsating against the skin of her tummy.

“Well, it’s my turn to take care of it now.” She guided me back to the tile seat at the end of the long shower and motioned me to sit.

“Welcome to my home, baby,” she said as she got on her knees on the shower floor, pushing my knees farther apart as she moved closer to me.

At first she just stroked it with a loose grip, slowly up and down. She then alternated her glance between my cock and my eyes, smiling.

She opened her mouth big and took the entire girth between her lips. I felt like I was in a dream. The best dream I ever had, no doubt, but I knew it wasn’t as I reached out and pushed her wet black hair out of her face, watching her lips slide up and down lezbiyen porno my shaft.

She took it out of her mouth, but continued to stroke and she said, “You took care of me for the last two days, now it’s my turn to take care of you,” returning her lips to take it back in.

When I first moved to this city there was a waiting list on apartments, so I rented a room like many others do who are just arriving to the area. I rented from a widow in her late forties. In the short time I was there we had sex seven or eight times near the end of my stay. I was inexperienced sexually, but in those few times of being with her she showed me how to please a woman. I was so turned on by my boss there was no way I could last without cumming, so I moved her face away from my cock and lifted her to her feet. I then moved her back under the running water and positioned her against the wall. It was my turn.

“Oh, baby, shit that feels good!” she gasped. I saw her eyes close and felt her hands on my head as I brought her clit between my lips and felt the water run down her torso and mix with her juices in my mouth. She had a freshly waxed pussy, so I guess she had thought about the possibility of this scenario.

“You make my pussy feel so good!” I then inserted my index finger and felt her body quiver and watched her knees shake. After she finished shaking I came up to kiss her again, letting her taste her own juices on my lips.

We both wanted each other so badly it must have been like watching a porn movie. I shut the water off and grabbed a towel for both of us to use as I led Deepti by the hand back into the bedroom. She started as the aggressor, but had no problem following my lead as I transitioned to the dominant one. I bent her over the bed with both of our feet on the ground and paused.

“Are we ready for this, ma’am?” I asked.

When she replied, “Give it to me now, sergeant,” there was no doubt and no turning back. Her eyes followed my cock with an animalistic desire as I placed my hands on her hips and inserted my dick in Deepti’s soaking wet pussy. We both moaned with pleasure at the same time. I felt her pushing back into me, wanting to go faster. I knew I was so hot that I had to slow down or I would explode immediately. I began slow stoking, still holding her hips down on the bed with my feet planted firmly on the floor, forcing my cock in deep and slow.

“FUCK ME!” she shouted, not seeming to care if anyone else in the building could hear her.

At the moment, I really didn’t care either. I began to ram her harder, shoving my cock deep into her pussy. I grabbed her still damp hair and pulled her head back toward me, as I fucked her faster and harder. She cried. I wasn’t going to last long this way, but I didn’t care and Deepti didn’t seem to, either.

I continued to ram her pussy as hard and as fast as I could, until I could feel I was ready to explode. I released her hair, removed my hand from her waist and slapped her ass twice. She instinctively responded by quickly sliding off the bed and sat up on her heels, leaning back against the bed. She guided my cock into her mouth and as she did, I erupted, holding her head against the mattress, forcing her to take it. She did so willingly. My semen released, and again, from the tip of my cock into Deepti’s mouth. I shot six or seven ropes of my hot sticky cum into her throat. She closed her mouth and had a mixed reactions of pleasure, lust and disgust as the tried to swallow my load. She gagged as she did but she downed it all. She took a moment to control he vomit and then she opened her mouth proudly to show me that she swallowed it all. She then took control of my cock in her hand and milked out any remaining cream from the tip and lapped it up with her tongue. When it was obviously all gone, she rose to her feet to kiss me. I could see a little of my juice on the corner of her mouth, but I didn’t care. I kissed her as passionately as I did when I made her cum in my mouth, only ten minutes before.

My sexy boss took my hand and led me onto the bed and we climbed under the covers. I never realized her desire for me and mine for her were so powerful. We both were emotionally and physically spent after all that pent-up sexual energy. We laid down, her spooning on the inside and I held her tightly.

“Stay with me tonight, don’t leave me, he held on my hand tightly.

“I am here baby,” I kissed her neck from behind.

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My senior year in high school, my parents divorced. My dad moved out of state, and I was left alone with my mom. She ignored me completely for months, so my best friends’ family invited me to stay with them until I went away to college.

My mom threatened me, but I was 18, and could live where ever I wanted to. So, about two days after I had recieved the invitation, I moved into the Sanders’ guest bedroom. Kayla [my best friend] was directly across the hall. Her twin brother Kyle was in the room next to mine. Her parents had the master suite two stories below us.

One evening, Kayla, Kyle and Mr. and Mrs. Sanders all went out. I was left alone in the house, completely bored out of my mind. So I decided to watch some harmless porn flicks. After about 15 minutes i was horny and restless, so I turned off the movie and went up to my room. I stripped hurridly, and lay down on my bed. I was so wet! My fingers hastily found my clit and began to rub it in circles. Oh, God, it felt so good. I moaned, and brought one hand to my breasts, massaging, groping, and pulling. Two fingers slipped inside of me and began to pump, while my thumb still circulated over my clit.

Suddenly I heard the front door open downstairs, and someone starte up the stairs. The idea of being caught, however, only made me groan louder. Self-fucking had sarışın porno never felt so good.

The steps on the landing sounded hesitant. Whoever it was must have heard me. I looked up at the door just in time to see Kyle push it open. He looked shocked to see me sprawled out on the bed, with one hand inside me, and the other groping myself.

I dont know why I did, what I did next, but I was actually quite shocked with myself. I slid my legs open futher, to insure that Kyle’s view was unobscurred, then I took the fingers taht had been in my pussy, and brought them to my lips. I then proceeded to lick my juices off of them. It was so hot, that i orgasmed right there.

I had never seen Kyle so surprised in my life. He shut the door after that and went to his room.

After I had recovered from that mind bogling orgasm, I went to Kyle’s door and knocked.

“Come in.”

“Kyle…”

“I’m not going to tell anyone, Julie, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“well, no, although, that is a relief, I wanted to know if you would finish the job for me?”

“What?!” Kyle spun around from his desk and saw me, naked in his room. His jaw muscle tensed, and I could see that he was getting hard.

“Please,” I said as I started closer. “Don’t you know that its you I imagine is sex hikayeleri fucking me, whenever I masturbate. Im sure you’ve heard me call out your name before…”

“Well… yes, but-“

“And havent I heard you call out mine too?”

“Yes, but, its just not proper!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re Julie. You live here, you’re my sister’s best friend.”

“So? That doesnt take away our sex drives.” I stepped closer to him, wrapped my hands around his neck, and brought his face close to mine. “I want you to fuck me, Kyle.”

It was all the encouragment he needed. He smashed his lips onto mine and ravished my mouth. His hands went up and down my sides, stopping to press my breasts together. then they traveled south, until he slipped three fingers inside of me. I cried out, amazed that he was actually pumping his fingers in and out of me. I began to ride his hand, to brign myself to another orgasm. When it hit me, it was devastating. I collapsed against him, so he picked me up and laid me on his bed. He stipped just as hurridly as I had earlier, and kneeled above me. I sat up then, and took his massive cock in my hands.

“You’re beautiful Kyle…I want to taste you.”

I placed my lips around the head of his big cock, and sucked on it like a lollipop for a few seconds. I şişman porno lickd from the base of his shaft to the top, where his precum was oozing out. I licked it away, enjoying the salty taste. Kyle dug his fingers in my hair, pulling it tightly. I took his entire manhood into my mouth then, and let him fuck my face. Oh, it was wonderful. He was panting and moaning, and I could feel him quivering, ready to cum. Just before he would have, I pulled away from his cock, and smiled up at him. I lay down on teh bed then, and opened my legs wide for him. He reached for a condom, but I stopped his hand, saying, “No, I want to feel you cum inside me.”

Kyle eagerly got back between my legs and poised himself.

“You ready for this?” he asked.”I want you to beg.”

“Fuck me.”

He shook his head. “Thats not good enough.”

“Kyle, Fuck me! Oh, please, I need your fat cock in me.”

Then he slammed into me, and I cried out in shock, and joy. He stretched me so well. He began stroking in and out, slowly at first. His mouth was everywhere on me: my lips, my eyes, my throat, my breasts, my nipples… it felt so good.

I felt his breath in my ear as he whispered, “Come on baby, make me cum. Make me spray my stuff inside you. Come on Julie.”

I bucked against him wildly, trying to make us both cum. Suddenly I orgasmed, and clenched myself around Kyle. “Oh, Kyle…” I cried.

Then he shuddered, and came inside me. His cum shot deep into my pussy, and I welcomed it.

Afterwards, he laid on top of me, just resting.

“We ought to do this more often,” he said.

“Yeah, we should.”

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CRACK!

I offered you the honor of first break on the new pool table we just bought. We have had our house for about two years now, and we were talking about getting a pool table for a while. Since our finances are finally back to normal, after the honeymoon, and the wedding ceremony, we could afford it. Dressed in the skirt that you wear around the house, and your favorite shirt, I am unaware of the fact that you are not wearing any panties or a bra. Every time you take a shot, you have me stand behind you and grab your hips while at the same time kissing your neck. Each time I run my hands over your hips and thighs, you push yourself against me, which tells me that you’re clearly turned on. You’re trying to learn how to play with the ultimate distraction: a gorgeous man, who’s 6’2″, 155 lbs, with finger length brown hair, sexy dark blue eyes, an extremely athletic body, and a beautiful deep golden tan.

Lucky for you my attempts at distracting you are unsuccessful, and you end up running the table on me. As you sit on the edge of the table to accept your prize, you cross your legs to keep me from getting a sneak peek at the surprise you have for me, while I put the cues away. When I return to you, I run my hands up your thighs, while gently caressing your lips with mine, just the way I know you like it. As my hands move higher and higher, you slowly move your legs farther apart, allowing me the ability to run my fingers directly between your thighs. I gasp when they reach that special place expecting soft cotton, or silk, only to find that there’s nothing there. I give you the look that shows that I can’t believe you would do that without telling me, while at the same time, still expressing my approval for such a special surprise.

I gracefully tease you with my fingers sliding slowly and lightly across your gorgeous skin, and you instantly grow wet. I slip my fingers away from your luscious lips, and bring them up to our mouths so we can both have a taste of you. You taste better than you ever have before, and I almost can’t get enough. I slowly pull your shirt up to expose your succulent breasts, and take one in my left hand while sucking on the nipple, and teasing your wet pussy, with my right hand. You grab my head, and pull my mouth further onto your nipple, allowing me to take more of me into my mouth than I had. You start to moan and breathe heavily, enjoying your prize fully. I move now your other breast, this time taking your nipple between my teeth and nibbling lightly. With my other hand, I now slide one finger into your hot pussy, while at the same time, letting my thumb rub on your clit, and causing you to lose control of your labia, and how they react to my touch.

Bucking lightly against my touch now, you try as hard as you can to get my finger deeper inside of you, but I’m not letting you have that yet, because I’m having too much fun teasing the fuck out of you. I keep it out of you for as long as I can, then I let it slide all the way in, which causes you to whimper with pleasure. I move my tongue down a little farther now, tracing little patterns, which makes you wiggle a little. The more I trace, the farther I move, until I finally make it to your waist, at which point, I have you stand up, and I take off your shirt, then your skirt. I notice that you got so wet that you left a dark spot on the table. I try to have you sit back down, but you’re not having any of it. You grab me by the shoulders, turn me around, and have me sit down on the table now, saying that it’s my turn to be teased.

You slowly bring your lips close to me, and you gently run them across mine, while at the same time, running your hands across my thighs and hips. You slowly kiss my cheeks and my forehead, and then my eyes, and the tip of my nose. I can’t even move now I’m so mesmerized by the way you do that. My eyes are still closed, and you take your tongue, and drag it lightly across my lips before you kiss me passionately. Unbuttoning my shirt, you run your hands up and down my chest and stomach, and you rub your breasts against my legs at the same time. I can feel all of this, as my body goes into sensory overload, and you continue üvey kız kardeş porno to tease me with your tongue now moving from my lips to my earlobes, and the sides of my neck. I try to caress your sides while you’re doing these wonderful things to me, but you don’t let me, telling me that in order to tease me properly, I can’t touch you.

You pull my shirt the rest of the way off, and move your hands down to my belt. Once you’ve unfastened my pants, you have me stand up and let them drop to the floor, leaving my standing there in nothing except my boxers, and you grin, because you can clearly see just how turned on I am. You come back up slowly, giving me a sexy look the entire way, letting me know that you’re not done teasing me yet. You pull the front edge of my shorts down, revealing my erect penis, and you slowly kiss, and lick your way over my chest, down my stomach, and to my waist. You’re on your knees now, and you are about to lick and kiss the length of my shaft, when I stand you up, and tell you that you don’t have to get on your knees to do that, and with that I sit back down on the table. You stand there, and start licking and kissing my shaft, watching it get harder and bigger with every touch you grace it with.

Once you feel that you’ve teased me enough, you come back up, kissing and licking my stomach, then my chest, and finally my neck. When you return to my lips, you kiss me with a hunger that I’ve seen you with before, but never this strong. While your lips work their magic on mine, you grind your hips against mine, making me buck a little because the silkiness of your shaved pussy makes me want you even more. You throw your legs on either side of my hips and sit back, so I can know what you feel like again, and you caress the length of my now fully erect member, with your sweet lower lips, making sure that you get me all wet. I begin to moan because it feels good to have you do that to me, and you tell me that you haven’t heard me moan in a long time, so you must be doing something right.

With that, you lean forward again, take your hand, and position my swollen cock so when you move back, it goes in. While you do that, I proceed to caress your neck, and your chest and breasts, taking your nipples into my mouth, one at a time, and sucking and nibbling gently. This causes you to move back just enough to let the tip slip in, and your legs shake because it feels so good for you. I grab your hips and move my hands over them and around to your ass, and give it a squeeze. You squeak a little bit because I caught you off guard with that one. You move yourself back a little bit more, allowing more of my shaft to enter your soft wetness, and also making your neck a prime target for my lips and tongue.

You tilt your head first to one side, then the other so that I may have a better angle for the licking, sucking, and nibbling that I’m doing, and I grab your ass again. It feels so soft under my touch, that I have to hold it tightly so that I may appreciate how it feels. I love to grab you like that, and when I move my fingers a little closer to the area in between your cheeks, that I dream about all the time, yet rarely get to visit, you grab my hand and move my fingers so that they’re touching that enticing spot on your body. I can’t wait to go there, with my tongue, my fingers or my rock hard cock, and you can see it in my eyes. Once you acknowledge that you’ve noticed, you move forward enough to let me slide all the way out, and you turn yourself around on my hips.

Now that I have a better view of your forbidden hole, you take me into your pussy again, this time more than halfway. Once I’m in far enough for your liking, you take your hand and move it behind you, and begin to trace around that hole with your fingers, so I can watch you do it. After you hear me whimper, you take a finger and gently slip it in, showing me, teasing my eyes, until I’m begging you to let me do it to you. You look back and tell me no, because you are still teasing me, and turn your head around so you can continue my show. Now you take your finger and slip it in about halfway, and xnxx porno tell me to slide my dick as far into your pussy as I can, and I oblige, grabbing your hips, and helping you down while at the same time moving my hips up to meet yours.

You are more turned on now than you have been in a long time, and you decide that you want more, as you take another finger and let it slip into your ass. I’m moving you up and down, my shaft sliding in and out of your gorgeous pussy, while you’re fingering your ass, and I can’t hold it anymore. My toes start to curl, and you can tell that I’m about to cum. Sliding your fingers out of your ass, and my cock out of that sweet spot between your thighs, you step off the table, onto the floor, and take me into your mouth so that you can taste me when it’s time. It doesn’t take much persuasion, however and your lust is satisfied swiftly, if only momentarily, as you swallow everything.

Noticing that I’m still hard, and that I still have that look in my eyes that tells you that I want to slide my cock where your fingers were, you decide to get on the table on your hands and knees, knocking a few balls out of your way in the process. I gracefully move from the table to retrieve the bottle of lube that we keep hidden because I know that since we don’t do anal all the time, every time we do, you seem tighter and tighter. When I return with the bottle, I make sure both of us are nice and wet, before I do what you want me to do. I begin by grinding my dick in between your cheeks, teasing you with it, because I know that you want to do this as much as I do. When I finally hear you beg for it, just like you made me do earlier, I decide that it’s now time and I slowly push the tip against your ass. You want it so bad that now you are pushing back against my shaft, and with a soft “plop” I manage to get the tip in. You twitch a little bit, like you always do, because it’s a little uncomfortable at first, but turns to sheer ecstasy once you get used to my size.

When you’re ready for me to slide myself in further, you tell me to go ahead, and I begin to push a little. Not wanting to hurt you, I ask you if you’re ok after every small amount of my cock you take in, and you continue to tell me that you’re fine. Once I’m in as far as I can go, I start to pull out a little bit, and you begin to make sounds that are incumbent with two people who love each other making love. I pull out far enough to have nothing in but the tip, and when I start sliding myself back in, you push yourself against me again, which signifies that you still want me to fuck you long and hard. When I get all the way in again, I reach under your stomach, and I play with your clit, caressing it softly at first and then rubbing it faster and with more pressure, sending you to an orgasm that makes you squeal with delight.

Feeling you tense up around my cock, almost sends me to my second orgasm of the evening, but I manage to keep myself calm long enough to pull myself all the way out, and I let you lay on the table for a moment while I leave the room to retrieve something to help you have even more fun that what you already are. When I return you are still breathing hard, but you have the look in your eyes that tells me that you’re ready to go again. I set a small item on the corner of the table as I climb on, and position you on your back. I slide myself in again, slowly to make sure that I’m not going to hurt you, and when I’m all the way in again, I reach for something that you didn’t realize that I had grabbed. I take the vibrator I got you for Valentine’s Day, and I slowly work it into your pussy at the same time that I’m moving in and out of your ass with my swollen member.

After you get used to having the vibe toy in your pussy, and me in and out of your ass, I turn the vibrator on, and watch as you start twitching harder and faster than you were before. When you have another orgasm, I can’t hold myself anymore and I let myself cum in your ass. When we are both finished catching our breaths, I slide myself out and help you off the table. I turn you around and enter your pussy from behind with your right leg on zenci porno the table while keeping your left leg on the floor. While I’m fucking your juicy slit hard and fast, I slip the toy in your ass, turning it on as high as it can go, and I leave it in as far as your body will allow it to fit. Within seconds your body shoots another orgasm strong enough to pull your left foot off the ground, and when you tighten your cunt around my cock, I have another one as well.

As I cum in your pussy as far as I can, it seems like I’m not going to stop, because while you may not know it, you just helped me have a multiple orgasm. When I’m finally done expending myself inside of you, I reach down with my hand, turn off the toy, and whisper in your ear “That’s the best sex I’ve ever had.” I kiss your ears, and your neck, while I’m still inside of you and the toy is still in your ass, and I help you off the table. With both of your holes still filled to the brim, we walk awkwardly to the shower, and turn on the hot water. Moving into the shower, I realize that it’s more you leading and me following, and you tell me that you’re not ready to stop just yet.

When the water’s just right, we turn on the shower head, and begin to fuck with the water running all down our bodies. You reach back and turn the toy back on, and after a few minutes of me sliding vigorously in and out of your pussy, with the toy still in your ass, you have another orgasm. I reach down, slide the toy out of your ass, and wash it off, while watching my giant boner slide back into your ass. When the toy is clean enough, I slide it back in your pussy, and let you go to town, moving it in and out of yourself as fast as you can while I try to keep my pace in your ass to match what you’re doing with your hands, but you’re having so much fun that you move the toy in and out of your pussy faster than I can fuck your ass. You rocket yourself to another orgasm and want me to stuff my cock as deep in your ass as it will go while you are cumming, and hold it there, and when I do, your ass almost squeezes another orgasm from me. When your body stops flexing itself on me, I pull out, and wash your body, caressing you with the loofah, and in return you wash my body, gently fondling my member and I notice that you still have that look in your eyes, that says “I’m still not done yet.”

Relieved that we’ve moved past the teasing portion of the evening, and satisfied that our bodies are clean enough for each other, we move to the bedroom, and I sit down on the stool we have at the min-wetbar that we keep hidden from guests. While I’m sitting there, you dance for me and you tell me that you feel sexy when I watch you dance like that because it’s the same way that you used to dance on stage, when you had a job at the “Gentleman’s Establishment”. I watch you dance and shake your ass, and then I motion for you to come over to me. You obey, but keeping your movements slow and sexy, you dance your way towards me, and when you reach my outstretched legs, you climb on top of me, and put your knees on the bar. You turn around and maneuver into a modified position of the “69”. You take me into your mouth and begin sucking my dick violently while I lick, suck and nibble on your pussy lips and your clit. When you’ve tasted my cum in your mouth again, you decide that since I’m still hard, your going to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.

After crawling to the floor, you stand up and sit on my lap facing me, reach your hand around behind you, and move my shaft into position. When you move back, you take me all the way into your ass in one swift motion, which causes me to groan with pleasure. Enjoying the looks my face contorts to, you sit there for a moment until my expressions return to normal. I look at you and tell you to fuck me, and you don’t hesitate. Bouncing up and down, I’ve never had you like this and it feels so good, but I’m not ready to cum just yet. I lean back against the bar and let you ride me like you’ve never ridden me before, and within just a few minutes, I grab your hips and shove myself into your ass as far as I can go, bursting with another orgasm. With me grabbing your shoulders now, I hold you on top of me, not letting go until my orgasm subsides, and then I collapse, and nearly fall out of the chair. We’ve both been well fucked tonight, and you help me to the bed now that I’m barely able to stand, and we fall asleep together, with you holding me in your arms.

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My embarrassment has finally ebbed to the point that I think I can share this story. Actually, I want to put the story in writing before too much time has passed, before I forget any of the amazing details. It all started with Earth Day, just over a month ago now.

The company I work for has a tradition, for Earth Day, of encouraging employees to think about ways in which they can reduce their carbon footprint, whether at the office or at home. I think of myself as fairly ‘green’ already – I recycle, I rarely eat take-out with all those wasteful styrofoam containers, I drive a hybrid car, all that good stuff. So I wasn’t really sure how much more I could do. But I’m always open to self-improvement, so I went to a few of the workshops at the office, and about a week before Earth Day, realized the answer was simple.

My apartment is only about a mile from the office, and yet I drive to and from work every day. After watching a presentation about how much of an impact can be made by people getting out of their cars – even cool new hybrid cars like mine – and choosing to walk, bike, or use public transportation, I was convinced. I would probably have to use the car in the winter, but for the rest of the spring and summer, at least, I would walk to work.

I shared my plan with my best friend at the office, Josh, who promptly teased me about becoming one of those women who wears tennis shoes and little white socks with their business suits as they walk to work. I laughed with him about what a silly look that is, and assured him there wouldn’t be any fashion faux pas involved in my Earth Day activities. It’s only a mile, after all, I can do it in heels. He smiled, and we went back to work.

Even though I made the decision a few days before, I figured I’d make a statement by starting my new routine on the morning of Earth Day. It was a Thursday this year. I set my alarm a bit earlier than normal, ate my usual healthy breakfast, and got out the door with plenty of time to get to the office. I chuckled as I looked at myself in the mirror before leaving, remembering my conversation with Josh. I have always been fairly fashion-conscious, and if I could say so myself, always looked good. Today I had chosen a white silk blouse, a flowing black skirt, and a red silk scarf and matching red pumps to add a little color. No way in hell would I repeat the foibles of my mom’s generation and mix that outfit with bright white tennies!

I waved to a few neighbors as I walked to the end of my block, and before I knew it was on the main street which would take me the rest of the way to the office. I had to laugh at how short the trip really was, and how reliant I’d become on my car, to cover even a distance as short as this. And even though I was close to downtown and there was quite a bit of traffic, it was still a pleasant walk, walking past shops, bending down to pet a cute dog that was tied up outside a Starbucks, actually saying ‘good morning’ to people. In addition to my environmental accomplishment, I was filled with civic pride. Yeah, I admit it, I really was that full of myself.

Honk, honk. I looked to see who was driving by, maybe a coworker from the office? But the car sped off before I could see inside. Another block later, a different car, with a higher-pitched horn, beep beep beeeeep! This car slowed, began to pull over, but once again, before I could see inside, pulled off. Weird.

Then, just about a block from the office, a third car. This time, the man inside rolled down the window and smiled as he slowed and pulled over.

“Um, can I help you?”

“I don’t know, honey, can you?”

“Look, I don’t need a ride or anything, I’m really close to where I’m headed.”

He winked, rolled his window back up, and pulled back into traffic, speeding away. Really weird.

Once in the office, I was quickly swamped with work, so didn’t have time to mention to anyone my strange walk to work. The walk home, though, was even weirder. Three or four different cars, again with the same pattern of honking, pulling over to look at me, then speeding away. The same thing the next day, Friday, both morning and evening. Was it that unusual to see someone walking to work? Were they slowing down to take in the spectacle of my profoundly ‘green’ activities?

I quickly forgot about it over the weekend, as I got together with some old friends to hang out on Saturday and then visited my parents on Sunday, so it wasn’t until Monday morning that I thought about it again. I was almost all the way to work when a blue sedan pulled over up the block from me, left the engine running, and rolled down the window just as I approached.

“Excuse me, miss?”

“Um, yes?”

I walked up to the open window and travesti porno bent down to see in. A nice looking older gentleman was smiling back at me.

“I’m wondering if you can give me some directions?”

“Sure, what are you looking for?”

“Well, what can you show me?”

“Excuse me?”

Before he could answer, he looked up, became visibly nervous, and quickly sped away. I shook my head in wonder, glanced at my watch, realized I’d be late if I didn’t hurry, and walked quickly the rest of the way to the office, stopping only to let a police car with sirens blazing go through an intersection in front of me.

Josh and I met for lunch that day, and I decided to share my strange story with him, thinking he’d get a laugh out of it at least, and maybe have some idea what was going on with all these strange drivers.

“So, Holly, what you’re telling me is that as you walk down the street, a busy city street, dressed like you are right now, you were honked at several times, and a few cars even pulled over?”

“Yes, that’s the gist of it. Weird, huh?”

“And you really don’t see what’s going on?”

“You mean you do? Please, explain it to me, I’m dying to know!”

“OK, I’ll explain it to you. I don’t want to embarrass you, but it’s really pretty obvious to me what’s going on here.”

“Please, go ahead.”

“Alright, Holly. Well, um, you’re a very attractive young woman.”

I blushed, averted my eyes for a moment before looking up at Josh again, “Thank you, Josh!” I’d always had a crush on him which I’d kept secret because of the whole co-worker dynamic. Was it possible he felt the same way?

“Long blonde hair, big green eyes, a great figure, and you’re very well dressed.”

“But that’s just, I mean, that’s just for work. What does that have to do with anything… not that I don’t appreciate the compliment?”

Josh smiled, paused, then continued.

“Anyway, an attractive young woman – what are you, 24?”

“25, but again,” I smiled and playfully touched him arm, “thanks for the compliment.”

“OK, so work with me here. An attractive young woman, dressed up, walking alone on a busy city street.”

“Yeah, so?”

“What’s something people might assume about someone like that?”

“You mean, other than just that I’m walking to work?”

“Well, hmm… how to say this? What if they assumed you were already at work?”

“What the… oh my god, really?”

I blushed much hotter than I had before. How could I be so naive?

“I’m pretty sure, Holly. I mean, what else could it be? And didn’t you say that the one guy sped away right before you happened to see a cop car? He probably left so fast because he was worried he was going to get caught!”

“Yikes, you’re right. And I had no clue. Here I was, smiling and waving at some of these guys, obviously just making it worse!”

Josh was grinning at me.

“You can’t tell anyone, right?”

“Oh, of course not, don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. Hey, maybe you should have worn the tennis shoes after all!”

This time my touch wasn’t as playful, I actually kicked him under the table. Taking out my embarrassment on him.

“Hey, ouch!”

“Sorry…”

“Actually, Holly, I think it’s very sweet that you didn’t realize.”

Josh was looking deep into my eyes, and I once again was pulled in by his charms, as I had been so many times before. Maybe I was over-thinking the co-worker thing and should just go ahead and ask him out. After all, we’re both single, and obviously have a good rapport. He took another bite of his sandwich, and before he could finish chewing and say anything else, I realized I could take advantage of this situation.

“So, Josh, why is it that guys pick up hookers?”

He coughed, my question obviously surprising him enough that he swallowed his bite of sandwich a little faster than he intended.

“C’mon, what makes you think I’d know the answer to that?”

“Well, you know, don’t guys talk about things like that? I mean, for example, most of the guys driving past me were perfectly decent-looking, well-dressed, nice cars, they could certainly find a date without, you know, having to buy one?”

“Hmm, well, maybe it’s the thrill of getting caught. Or the idea that she’ll do something that you wouldn’t ask your girlfriend to do.”

“Yeah, I guess…”

Now Josh took a risk, escalating our conversation.

“Or maybe some guys like the idea of paying for it, you know, slapping a $100 bill on the dashboard and asking her to suck you off right there in your car.”

I blushed once again, but kept my eyes on his, shifting in my seat as the warmth grew between my legs.

“Wow, really?”

“Just alt yazılı porno a theory.”

I was the one to take the next risk.

“Does that interest you, Josh?” I leaned across the table towards him, putting my hand on his, daring him to take a peek at my cleavage.

“Well, yeah, frankly, it’s getting me a little excited right now, just thinking about it.”

He glanced quickly down my blouse, then looked back into my eyes.

“Wanna?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, please, like you’re not already hot and bothered, just thinking about it?”

“Alright, fine, you’re on!”

“OK, it’s a deal. I’ll follow you home tonight after work. If I don’t stop, just know it’s because it wasn’t safe, and I’ll try again tomorrow. Hey, Holly,” he said, looking at his watch, “we’ve stretched our lunch out a little, better get back to work.”

“Alrighty then. See you later.”

I could barely concentrate on work that afternoon. I felt a combination of tingling excitement and numb disbelief that I’d actually just agreed to such a naughty scenario. Premeditated prostitution. I’d end up in jail, no doubt. Lonely, since my family would be too ashamed even to visit me. And yet, in spite of my nervousness, the excitement won out. Perhaps it was finally time for such a good girl to break out of her shell.

As I said ‘good night’ to the folks at the office and set out into the brisk evening air, it occurred to me that I didn’t know what kind of car Josh drove. We’d spent lots of time talking at work, gone out for drinks on a few Friday evenings, even to a few company outings around town, but I’d never actually seen him in his car. Shoot, this would be even riskier than I’d thought.

I was wearing black that day. A fitted black skirt that reached just below my knees with a slit which showed off a bit more of my right leg as I walked. A black sweater buttoned over a low-cut red silk blouse. A few of those buttons had been undone while I ate lunch with Josh, but they were all fastened now, as I walked through the chilly air. I was wearing my favorite pumps – black, but with a stripe of red along the edge which matched my blouse. Before the last week or so, I never saw this outfit as anything but professional – stylish and flattering, but professional. But now, conscious of every inch of my skin, I felt the fabric of my skirt move over my ass as I walked, felt my breasts move under my silky blouse as I breathed, a little more heavily than normal. Naughty.

Honk, honk.

Oh, god, please be him, please be him. I turned to see a fat, rather hairy guy in a pickup, a naked-lady shaped air-freshener hanging from his rear-view mirror, smiling at me. It was so obviously and ridiculously not my friend Josh, that I found a confidence I didn’t know I had.

“Seriously, dude? I don’t think so. Move along.”

I had to laugh to myself as I kept walking. I’d never rejected a crude proposition so bluntly in my life, and I had to admit, it felt great. It was an interesting power to have, to be the object of desire for so many, but to choose just the one you want.

A few minutes later, I heard another car slowing behind me. Honk, honk.

It had to be him, please, let it be him. I heard the power window as he rolled down the passenger side.

He didn’t use my name, but I immediately recognized the voice.

“Hey, sweetheart, can I give you a ride?”

I turned, quickly took in the fact that Josh drove a BMW, instinctively looked both ways to make sure I wasn’t being watched, and then leaned down, resting my forearms on the passenger window frame. “What can I do for you, honey?”

“How about you get in and suck my cock for a while?”

“It’ll be $100, you sure you got that kind of money?”

“Oh, yeah, baby. Get in.”

I stood up, opened the door, and got in next to him, immediately placing my hand on his crotch, feeling his cock already hard.

He reached out to touch me, but I slapped his hand away.

“Patience. First, pull around the corner and park. Then, I want to see that money of yours on the dashboard.”

He smiled, and promptly did as he was told. He checked his mirrors, then quickly darted out into the street, squealed to a stop at the next intersection, turned right, and pulled over to the curb. He rolled up the passenger window, then turned off the engine and unfastened his seat belt. He then reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, found a crisp $100 bill, and slapped it on the dash.

I reached for it, folded it neatly, hiked up my skirt, and slid it underneath the garter that was holding up my stockings, giving him a momentary glimpse of my sexy red panties. He moaned in pleasure as I quickly üvey baba porno unzipped his slacks, fished his cock out of his boxers, and began stroking him.

“OK, baby, here are the rules.” I was as surprised as he was at the confidence of my voice. “You can touch me anywhere you want, but no clothes come off. Same for you. Your cock is the only part of you that needs to be undressed right now.”

“You got it.”

I leaned over and took him entirely into my mouth, and his cock quickly grew to full size, forcing me to back away for a moment before finally relaxing to take him deep into my throat. I then began a very slow and steady up and down motion, taking several seconds to let his full length out of my mouth, the tip of his cock escaping from my lips with a pop, before taking the same amount of time to suck him in once more.

“Oh, god, that’s so hot,” he groaned as his hands began exploring my body. With his right hand, he moved from one breast to the other, slowly kneading and then pinching my hard nipples through the fabric of my blouse and bra. I moaned in pleasure, rewarding his touch with increased tempo on his cock.

Soon, he let his hand fall to my lap, where he let his fingers trace a route up and down my inner thigh. Before long, I knew I’d need to shift positions – I was limited in my motions on his cock, and his fingers were unable to reach where I most wanted them to reach. Keeping my left hand on his cock, stroking firmly and evenly, I got up from my seated position, putting my knees on the passenger seat so that I could more easily face his cock. While shifting positions, I hiked my skirt up so that it wouldn’t be trapped under my knees, and his fingers could explore underneath.

After taking just a moment to free his balls from his boxers so that I could give them more direct attention, I once again took him deep into my throat. He needed no instruction to reach his right hand up my skirt, trace up my inner thighs, and come to rest at my wet pussy, slowly working my panties to one side so that he could touch me directly. When he finally reached his goal, I panted with intense pleasure at the touch of his fingers, and had to let his cock out of my mouth long enough to catch my breath. Realizing I was being paid to do a job, though, I used the opportunity to give his balls a thorough licking and sucking, which seemed to inspire him to give me even more attention.

After a few more moments of playing outside my pussy, teasing my clit, he slipped first one, then two fingers inside of me, the angle of our position allowing him to reach just an inch or so inside me. From this position, he was also able to rest his thumb on my clit, applying pressure now and then.

I pulled away from his cock one last time, just long enough to whisper in his ear, “That’s it, baby, fuck my dirty little pussy with your fingers. Come on, harder, squeeze another finger in there, make this worth my while as I suck you off.”

“Oh, god, yeah, suck me, suck my cock until I cum….”

I went back to work, panting with my own pleasure as I sucked his entire length into my mouth once again. I kept him there, deep in my throat, for a few moments, fondling his balls, tickling them, rolling them between my fingers, before picking up my up-and-down rhythm once again. He was pounding three fingers into my pussy with increasing intensity, and I matched his pace, feeling like a dirty slut as I bobbed up and down on him in his car, my long blonde hair bouncing with each motion.

Without slowing my rhythm, I reached down with my left hand, grabbed him by the wrist, pulling his fingers from my pussy and pushing them towards his mouth. He groaned as I forced his fingers into his mouth so that he could taste my juices, and I quickly returned my hand to cup his balls. I stroked and sucked him furiously now, and after just a few moments more, I felt him begin to jerk beneath me, before finally shooting his load deep into my throat. I caught as much as I could in my mouth, before a few drops escaped my lips. I quickly reached up and caught them, forcing his cum back into my mouth, knowing that any hooker worth her $100 wouldn’t spill a drop.

“That was incredible.”

“Well, that’s why you hire a pro.”

“Money’s not an issue, sweetheart, any chance I could hire you for something more?”

“Absolutely, but it’ll have to be another time,” I said as I sat back down in the seat and straightened up my clothes. “I’ve got another date waiting for me tonight.”

“When, then?” His desperation seemed real, as if he’d bought fully into the fantasy, forgetting our real identities, the fact that he’d see me at work the next day. Did I pick up on some jealousy? Was he worried that I really did have another date that evening?

“You know where to find me. I walk that same street about the same time each evening. See you around, honey,” I said, opening the door and getting out. Without another word, I turned and walked back towards the main street, and turned towards home.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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The next day I woke to find that I could barely walk from my workout. In particular, my thighs and ass were so sore and stiff so as to be almost immobile.

As I waddled around the kitchen, Carlie arrived home from work. Carlie worked as a night-shift nurse and we generally saw eachother only in the mornings on days of the week that we both worked.

“Hey Babe!” she said. I could not help but be reminded of Ryan’s nickname for me. “How was the gym last night? Building those muscles for me?”

“Definitely,” I grinned, flexing my arm in jest.

“You’ll get there, babe” she said encouragingly. She walked over and hugged me, jokingly (and painfully) squeezing my ass.

“Ouch!” I said. “Sorry, real sore this morning.”

“In your butt? You’re doing butt exercises?” She asked.

“Yeah, apparently it will help me trim down at first before moving on to muscle building.” I replied

“‘Apparently’? Did someone tell you this?”

“Umm…” I flushed a bit. “Yeah, it was that guy at the gym I told you about.”

“Dick? Big huge muscular Dick? He’s having you do butt exercises? And you’re listening to him?”

“His name’s Ryan. And not really. He just mentioned it in passing and I looked it up. A lot of articles recommend the same thing.”

“Ryan, huh? Sounds like you have a gym husband now!” Carlie was referring to the fact that we both had coworkers we jokingly called our work spouses. There was a Doctor she was friends with she called her “work husband” and there was another attorney she called my “work wife.”

“Just remember,” she continued, guiding her hands back to my butt, “no matter how many butt exercises you do for big Dick, you’re MY girl outside of the gym.” She squeeze my butt again when she said “girl” and started laughing.

“Ouch!” I said. But honestly her words had gotten me a bit hot and with her still squeezing my ass I leaned in for a kiss. She gave me a quick peck but then released and walked away. “Sorry babe, exhausted. I’m going to bed.”

Disappointed and feeling a bit horny, I waddled out of the house towards the bus stop.

——-

I spent the day working distractedly, thinking about the fact that Ryan had my number. I still couldn’t believe I had given it to him. What was wrong with me, I asked myself. I don’t give my number out to people like that, especially not to some random teenage kid. I told myself that if he reached out to me that I’d ask him to delete my number.

The day dragged on. I was still very sore in my core, legs and butt. Even just sitting was somewhat painful. I distracted myself by visiting my coworker Katie – who was the one referred to by friends as my “work wife.” As usual we got along well, joking about our bosses and coworkers in hushed voices, giggling as we glanced furtively around. For whatever reason, I liked to think of this as flirting but I wasn’t sure Katie felt that way.

I was in the middle of telling Katie a story, my phone pinged. I stole a quick glance and saw it was a text form an unknown number. I trailed off mid-sentence and stood staring at my phone.

It read: “How you feeling, babe?

“Jerry?” Katie asked. “Everything alright.”

I stared at Katie momentarily, then bobbed my head quickly “Yep – all great, gotta go though – work calls.” And with that I walked as quickly as my sore ass could take me back to my office.

I stared at the phone. My heart rate had quickened for some reason.

“Who’s this?” I asked, trying to throw Ryan off and discourage him from the get go. It didn’t work.

“I think you know who this is babe – you were caught staring at his huge delicious cock just yesterday.”

I paused, the image of Ryan’s large cock draped over his leg, the outline clearly visible through the towel, filled my head.

“Hi Ryan…” I answered, feeling myself blush. I immediately realized my mistake. I had not only admitted that I was staring at his dick yesterday, but I also implied in my response that I thought it was huge and delicious. Shit! I didn’t think that! But it was too late.

“Ah hah! Figured that one out right away huh Babe? haha”

I started typing, “No, Ryan. I just..” but before I could get further, Ryan followed up: “I’m just kidding babe relax! How you feeling from your workout?’

“Really sore, I could barely walk today.”

“Haha ;). More of that to come I suppose babe. But sore is good! Means you accomplished something. And as I said, nothing is better for a post-workout routine than a deep tissue massage. Let’s hit the gym again today and I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”

I suddenly remembered what I had been intending to do. I slowly typed out a message and clicked send with trepidation.

“Ryan, I appreciate you reaching out to me. But I think it’s inappropriate for you to be texting me. It’s strange, given our age difference. I’m not sure we should be planning to go to the gym together or anything.”

There was a pause on the chain. For some reason my heart hammered inside of my xnxx chest. Then he answered.

“Babe, you’re making way too big of a deal over this. I just thought you could use a couple pointers. Listen, I’m heading to the gym tonight around 9:45. No pressure, but if you’re there I’ll give you a few pointers, that’s it!”

I thought about it for a few minutes. Carlie would be working tonight. But still, I was nervous for some reason and responded: “Thanks, Ryan. I think I’ll skip today – too sore.”

“Alright, but you’ll never develop muscles like these being lazy.”

I didn’t know what he meant until – ping. I looked at my phone. He’d sent me a picture.

I glanced around, making sure no one was coming in. Then opened the image.

The pic was of Ryan, lying on a couch. Taken from his perspective, the picture showed his view looking down his body, wearing only tight, white, calvin klein boxer shorts.

I swallowed hard.

Most prominent in the picture were his huge pecs, at the bottom of the screen, dark and strong. I followed his rippling muscles over his washboard abs to his legs. One was propped up, displaying his large ripped quads. Once again his cock was impossible to ignore, the outline of the behemoth clearly visible through the tight boxers, draped over his left leg.

Another message appeared at the top of my phone screen: “Don’t you want my muscles, babe?”

After a few more seconds of staring at the picture, I responded. “Yeah, okay. See you at 9:45.”

———

I arrived at the gym at 9:30. I had spent most of the day doubting myself. I alternated between strangely excited and angry about the fact that I had given in to Dick. He was such an arrogant prick, that was clear. But for some reason, I couldn’t shake the desire to impress him. Maybe it was because I wanted to build muscles like his, even at only eighteen years old.

I started my workout. As I had told myself I would do last time, I dumped Ryan’s recommended routine and went back to chest, biceps and back. How was I going to develop muscles like his otherwise?! My workout proceeded and I found myself repeatedly glancing at the door and at the clock. By 10:15, I was thoroughly annoyed, thought I couldn’t say surprised – he was such an arrogant Dick. As I worked through my exercises – push ups, lat pulldowns, shoulder raises – I found I was feeling pretty pumped. I felt that in the short time I had been exercising, I had made some real gains. As I looked at myself in the mirror doing bicep curls, my eyes caught movement in the mirror at the front door and I focused there. There he was. My god he was big. Even with his normal sweatshirt and sweat pants, he still struck an incredibly imposing figure. The thick sweatshirt was tight enough at the shoulders to hint at his size underneath.

I glanced at the clock – 10:25. He was 40 minutes late. Unbelievable. I continued my workout but noticed as Ryan walked over to me.

“Hey baby!” he said. “What’d we say about working those muscle groups? Those are man muscles. You’re not there yet.”

What an ass. “Hey Ryan. Please call me Jerry. I thought we were meeting here at 9:45?”

“I know, but I got tied up with a teacher at school. You’re not mad at me are you babe?” He winked at me and smiled.

Though I tried to stop it, in spite of myself, I gave a small smile back. It was hard to stay mad at him.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do babe. I’m gonna teach you a few heavy lifts, and then you’ll do a bunch of toning and tightening exercises. Heavy weights and low reps to build muscle, and low or no weights with high reps to tighten everything up.” As he said this he approached and ran his hand over my stomach and up my side, his hand picking up on the slight mushroom top there.

I stepped back, embarrassed. I was about to tell him off but of course, at that moment he chose to take off his clothes. First he pulled his pants down, revealing again those tight white shorts he wore so well. (Wore so well? What was I thinking?) He then stripped off his sweatshirt but as he did so, his usual muscle shirt rode up. Only a few feet from me, this displayed his tight, firm abs in better light than I had seen in the sauna. My breath caught.

I was careful to avert my gaze and look instead at his handsome boyish face once he had the sweater off.

“So – that sound like a plan?” He asked.

“I guess.” I answered reluctantly.

“Great – you can help me out on a few exercises today as well. Lets start with dead lifts for you though.”

Ryan brought me over to the free weights area. Momentarily, I realized I was quite lucky to have him as an instructor. He wasn’t even charging me!

“Let me show you how it’s done first.” Ryan loaded up a couple plates to each side of a barbell resting on the floor. He bent over and grabbed the weight. Then with a surprising quickness, straightened up backwards. “The key is to point your butt backwards, then bring it suddenly forward as you lift up.”

Ryan did a few more, his leg muscles brazzers flaring. With every thrust forward I noticed a considerable impact in his crotch area as, presumably, his cock came flying forwards. I looked away as Ryan made eye contact and grinned. “Your turn, first we’ll work on form.”

He took the weights off completely and had me work with the empty bar. “Stand here and relax your body completely, I will show you the best form.” Ryan came up behind me and, while I looked on in the mirror, I again took in how his body outsized me from behind (on every side). My feeling of accomplishment about muscle growth from earlier shrinking fast, he gently placed his right hand on my lower back as he held my hips in place with his left hand on my left hip. I felt his fingers graze and apply pressure to the tip of my hip bone and then felt soft but firm pressure pushing forward on my lower back. I slowly bend over, submitting to his strength and allowing him to maneuver my body. I found my heart rate increasing.

“Good, now this is how you grip the bar.” I had a sharp intake of breath as he stepped right up into me from behind and bent his hard body over mine, pressing himself up against my back. He gripped the bar, one hand facing out and one facing in, bracketing my hands with his own. He paused, his mouth now beside my ear, speaking softly now. “That’s great baby, just adjust this hand a bit.”

With surprising gentleness, he peeled my right hand off the bar and turned it around, closing my hand around the bar with his own so I was switch gripped. After a moment, he moved his again to the side of mine.

“Now” he whispered in my ear. I could just barely feel his lips against the outside of my ear and I felt myself get light-headed. “I want you to pull up and thrust your hips forward, lets do it together, slowly.”

With that, Ryan started straightening up, pulling up the bar and slowly thrusting his hips forward, his pelvis pushing into my butt. I felt his large bulge pressing up against me. Once we were upright, I felt his muscular chest pressing into my back, hard as granite. “Now, as you go back down…” he continued, his lips still brushing my ear “…I want you to push your butt back into me, thrusting it backwards.”

Ryan began lowering the bar. I realized then just how little power I had compared to him. If I tried my hardest to stop the motion of the bar, I doubted I would have any impact. His quads pressed into my legs from behind, and it felt like tree trunks pressed up against a couple twigs. As we slowly lowered the bar to the ground, I thrust my hips backwards, grinding my ass into him.

“That’s great babe. Nice.” I felt a quick flush of pride that I suppressed, knowing it was silly. Still, we kept going with the deadlifts, with Ryan admittedly doing most of the work. He thrust into me and I grinded back into him. My head was swimming now and I watched our progress in the mirror. Ryan was grinning at me devilishly and I couldn’t help but let out a giggle as we proceeded, which I again tried to cover up.

“Great, you really feel great babe” he whispered in my ear. With that, he let go and stood up. I felt suddenly empty, exposed. I realized it had felt so safe with Ryan around me.

“Do a few more sets without me okay?” He turned and walked away, my eyes following his broad back, retreating. I did a few more sets and realized just how hard this exercise was, when I actually had to do the work.

Ryan wandered over. “Okay, that’s it for the heavy stuff for today. Now I want you to work on toning and balance. Here’s a 15 minute video, follow her instructions.”

‘Her?’ I thought. Ryan handed me his phone and on the screen was a youtube video entitled “Butt lift and slim thighs tone-up.” On screen was a thin but curvaceous white girl. Her booty was facing the camera in the screenshot, with one leg raised and her looking sexily over her shoulder. “Isn’t she hot?” Ryan said. “She’s got the best fucking ass.”

I tried to recover some of my seniority and professionalism. “Sure Ryan, but it’s not so appropriate to objectify her like that.”

“Ha, okay babe. Whatever you say – just work that ass!” And he gave me a quick soft tap on my butt. I glared at him.

Still, I pressed play. As I watched, I couldn’t help but agree with Ryan. She had an amazing butt and she was in great shape. I guess it couldn’t hurt to give her exercise a try. I proceeded to spend 15 minutes doing leg lifts (lying on my stomach and my side), lunges, and crunches.

Every time I glanced at Ryan, he was lifting heavy weights. Punching out reps with a look of grim determination on his face. He was somewhat intimidating when he was doing them. I noticed his muscles seemed to increase in size even more as he pumped up going through his routines.

As I neared the end of the video, I saw Ryan tying a weighted belt around his waist. He jumped up and grabbed the pull-up bar and proceeded to crank out rep after rep of pull-ups and chin-ups. His arm and shoulder muscles were sikiş izle on full and spectacular display as he continued his pull-ups, seemingly with little difficulty.

“Hey babe, I need your help.” He called to me. I walked over, wondering how I could help him.

“I need additional weight. Can you stand on my feet and hold on to me as I do some more pull-ups?”

“What – no way you can do that.” I said. “That’s another 170 lbs.”

“170 huh? Lets try to bring that down to the 145-150 area.” I blushed, embarrassed.

“Anyways,” he continued, “that’s not a problem.”

“Come off it,” I said, really not believing him now.

“You don’t believe I can do it? Fine, lets make a bet. If I can do 10 pull-ups with you hanging on, and I’ll leave the weight belt on, you give me a post-workout deep-tissue massage.”

I hesitated. “And if I win?”

He locked eyes with me and looked at me intensely. “I’ll let you suck my dick.”

My heart skipped a beat and I stared back at him, stunned. Then, he started laughing.

“I’m just kidding babe! Oh man you should see your face, it’s so cute.”

I flushed, my heart was beating again, hammering away. He continued, “if you win, I’ll buy you a workout outfit, how about that?”

“Sure, I guess.” I said

With that, he beckoned me over. I approached him, stepped onto his feet, and put my hands around his body. As I breathed in I could smell his masculine odor. My hands gripped onto his taught back muscles. I tried to hold only loosely but as soon as he began I realized I was very unstable. I also realized my head was about to hit the bar!

I bent over and held on tightly. I felt his back muscles contract and release as he went up and down. Every inch of his body was firm and hard. I also felt Dick’s huge dick pressing into my stomach.

I tried to put it all out of my mind, thinking about how inappropriate it was for me to be holding onto this eighteen year old adonis.

Of course, he easily made it to 10 reps and then threw in 10 more for good measure. I hopped off when he was done, embarrassed.

“Great, lets go get that massage.”

After a moment, I reluctantly replied, “Fine, but lets make it quick.”

“Whatever you say, babe. Let’s do it in the Sauna.”

Our lockers weren’t near one another and so we separated and planned to meet in the sauna. I took a few minutes getting ready. I knew I had to calm down. This teenager was walking all over me and I knew I was giving him too much leeway. I told myself I would give him a very quick massage and then leave. I put on my bathing suit and walk towards the sauna.

As I entered the sauna, these thoughts dissipated instantly. Ryan was lying down on one of the benches, only covered by a small towel draped across his lap. He already had a layer of perspiration over his body and his huge chest rose and fall gently. His eyes appeared closed but he grinned when he heard me come in.

“Glad you finally made it. Shall we get started.”

“…sure…” I answered quietly.

I walked over to him, staring down at his large frame, stretched out before me. “Why don’t you start with my shoulders and arms.”

I nodded absently (dumb as his eyes were closed) and brought my hands up. I rested them on his shoulder and ran them slowly down his arm, feeling the heavy and dense bicep and forearms. I ran my hands back up to his shoulder, feeling the ridge between bicep and shoulder. I gripped his arm firmer and ran my fingers down the inside.

I couldn’t believe the size of his arms. Wit two hands around his bicep, my fingers were still no where near touching each other.

“Don’t forget the other arm.” I moved over, stretching over his body and doing the same to the other arm. After a few minutes of this he asked me to start on his chest.

I brought my hands there and found they were trembling slightly. I rest them on his pecs and squeezed and pushed along the outside, then the middle. My fingers passed over his nipples. I did it again, pressing harder this time, my hands moving faster and faster.

“Lower” he ordered.

Without pausing, my hands dropped to his abs, his hard muscles pressing up into my fingers as I pressed my fingers back. My hands rand up and down his abs, squeezing and pressing. Ryan’s body barely yielded to my touch. Wherever muscle or skin would recede, it bounced back immediately.

At this point I was rubbing his lower abs, just below the belly button and up and down the “v” that led down…under the towel.

“Lower” he said again.

I paused, contemplating my next move. My hands passed slowly over the towel, not touching it, and came to rest on Ryan’s strong left leg. I glanced at his face, wanting to gauge his reaction. He only grinned.

I ran my hands along his legs, first one then both at the same time. His firm quads were huge under my fingertips. At this point, my eyes were locked on to Ryan’s package. As before, it was clearly outlined by the towel and draped over his right leg. I found that without thinking it, my left hand, sliding up and down his right leg, began to inch upward, even sliding up under the towel a couple times. I realized this at some point and stopped it’s progress.

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