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This is the third part of the “surprised” series and I would recommend that you read surprised and more surprises before you read this. I appreciate all the nice comments I have received and tried to incorporate some of your suggestions, I hope you enjoy it. K

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As it was a Saturday Dave had gone to play golf with his buddies and Paul had promised to help his friend with his car. Leaving me sitting alone in the kitchen, my face and body a mess, my legs all wobbly and my pussy throbbing a little from the fucking I had recently received. My mind was a whirl at the way things between Paul, Dave and I had developed so suddenly. I was both surprised and happy at how I had so quickly and willingly given myself to them in this new and exciting way. Promising them that I would obey them in all things and become their sexual plaything made my tummy lurch with excitement and anticipation.

I had a surge of excitement rush around my body as I looked back at what they did to me, and the promises that I had willingly made to them. The overpowering feeling of submissiveness that I was feeling was both liberating and fulfilling. I had always loved pleasing my lover and giving into him, but way they had dominated me this morning was a whole new thing for me and I loved it.

I truly did feel an overpowering need to satisfy them in any way they wanted me to, it was something that I, albeit sub consciously had obviously wanted and desired. However my husband and perhaps to a lesser degree my son had seen that in me and over the past couple of days had skilfully brought it to the front of my mind and got me to admit it and act on it. It was as if they had removed any responsibility from me for any of my libertine actions. I now loved the thought of being controlled by them, especially my son that was so taboo and so very exciting, he had certainly taken the lead this morning.

The day drifted past me in a haze my mind always turning back to the new situation I found myself in. I found it difficult to accept how my life had changed so much I realised that I was now a shared woman, I had two men to satisfy and keep happy, I could hardly believe it and that one of those men was my own son simply added to my incredulity and happiness.

I had taken a bath it was very relaxing and it soothed my aching pussy and limbs. I Did not know what I should wear to greet my men, something skimpy I imagined would please them so I chose a light summer tee shirt in white with no bra, it certainly showed of my breasts well, small thongs and a short summer skirt that I had only ever worn for my husband before, and a light touch of make up completed the look.

The telephone rang and I rushed to answer it, to find that it was Paul, my pulse quickened.

“Hi mum, how are you,” he asked

“I am great thank you, why the call?” I asked him

“Dad and I are meeting for a drink and thought you might like to join us,” he suggested.

“That will be lovely, just give me time to change,” I said.

“Don’t worry about that just come as you are,” he told me.

I chuckled, “I can’t do that I have dressed a little naughtily to meet both of you.”

“Have you indeed, tell me what you are wearing,” he told me.

So I described what I had on explaining just how short the skirt was and how the top was virtually translucent.

“That’s good you can come like that,”

“Oh Paul I cant,” I protested “it leaves nothing at all to the imagination.”

“You can mum and you will wear those clothes, just remember you promised to obey me in all things, be here in ten minutes.” He said sternly

“Ok then Paul, sorry I argued, I will be there as soon as possible.”

He told me the name of the pub we were going to and gave me directions telling me he would meet me in the car park then he hung up. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and saw just how short the skirt was, I had only ever envisaged wearing it at home for my husband’s pleasure so it was much shorter than I would normally wear. It came down to about four or five inches below the cheeks of my bottom, I would need to take great care when I sat down I thought.

My breasts were clearly visible in this thin summer top and my nipples stiffened as I realised that anybody there would be able to see them. I could not believe that I was actually going out dressed like this; I thought I look very sluttish. However, my tummy had those butterflies again as I considered sitting in a pub with my son and husband dressed like this. But, as he pointed out I had promised to obey him and if this is what he wanted I felt duty bound to comply with his instructions.

Fifteen minutes later I arrived in the pub car park, I had never been there before and it was quite a way from the village we lived in, which was a relief I would hate for the locals to see me dressed in such a daring and salacious way. I was delighted to see Paul’s face when I stepped out of the car, he eyed me up and down approvingly and I felt a little bayan escort more confident then.

“You look so sexy, stunning,” he said “and dressed just like the slut you want to be and that you promised to be,” he grinned.

“Thank you I am glad you approve,” I replied with more confidence than I felt.

He led me into the bar; it was comfortably furnished and had a nice relaxed atmosphere. My husband came and greeted me giving me a hug and a kiss on my cheek,

“Wow look at you, you look beautiful.” He whispered.

He guided me to a high stool at the bar and as I hitched myself onto it I realised that my short skirt had ridden well up and was exposing a lot of my thigh and try as I might it was not long enough to pull down.

“Don’t worry about that just be comfortable and show yourself off,” Paul told me.

Comfortable was the last thing I felt, especially when I looked around the bar to see it mostly populated with men who were enjoying a drink before going home after their afternoon golfing or whatever. I noticed one or two men glance in my direction looking me quickly up and down. Paul came and put his hand high up on my leg and kissed me. It was as if he was claiming me, giving out the message that I was his, but that the others can look.

I took a sip of my wine and smiled at the two of them, we chatted about their day, Dave briefing me quickly about his round of golf and Paul telling about his day with his friend, Simon I blushed a little as I recalled that he was the third man on that first eventful night.

“I can see that you remember him,” Paul laughed.

“How can I possibly forget him, “I answered.

Both guy’s looked at me and chuckled. It was a nice moment as we all relived our personal memories of that exciting night.

“I know dad can certainly remember him as well, he has his own little memories of him that night.”

I though back to events and remembered that Simon had sucked on Dave’s cock, I looked at him and saw that he had gone bright red with embarrassment. It made me wonder for a second if perhaps he had enjoyed that moment more than he would care to admit, maybe he had even told Paul that it was exciting for him.

“Anyway Simon told me how great it had all been and wants a repeat performance.” Paul stated. “I think we owe him for helping out that night, we could not have done it without him, so I told him I would arrange for him to come around one night soon.”

My pussy twitched as I recalled his nice cock and I smiled at Paul then looked at Dave who was still a little embarrassed.

Paul went on, “I promised him you would give him a really good time,” he said to me and I merely nodded, “if that’s what you want then it will no problem.” I told him.

He looked at his dad and grinned, then whispered so as only we could hear him. “Simon also told me how he loved your cock Dad, so I promised him that he could savour it again and that perhaps you might even return the favour.”

Dave’s face was priceless his mouth hung open as if the words had evaporated in his mouth before he could speak them; his eyes were wide and staring. I wondered if this was the first shot in some sort of power struggle and that maybe Paul was seeking to effect total control over me and perhaps to a lesser degree his father. Certainly Paul was proving more effective more focused at controlling me and the events as they unfolded. Far better than his father had ever been, whereas Dave had a fertile and active imagination, being able to see and plan things, to my eyes they were a well-matched pair and would feed of each other beautifully. However, I could understand that there probably has to be an alpha male as it were, someone to guide and make decisions to sort of rule f the roost, just as happens in the wild I thought, with herding animals they always have a prominent bull.

In the deepest recesses of my mind and heart I hoped that Paul would come out on top in this struggle, after all Dave had all the years of our marriage to take advantage of my sub streak and lead me into this life style, but he had never really made the required effort. So perhaps, I thought it was time to give my gorgeous son his opportunity to take and train me, for him to give me what I had always secretly wanted, the experience of being truly sub to a caring loving man and I sincerely hoped that man would turn out to be my son.

Paul had sensed that his father was in a quandary and he seized his opportunity, I watched mesmerized as I saw Paul starting to affect some level of control over his father. I saw his hand deftly stroke Dave’s crutch area and was amazed to see that he made no effort to stop him, he was looking at Paul his mind obviously working overtime digesting this turn of events.

“Simon is a little bi and he told me how he just loved your nice hard cock and how he would love to have some more of it, but properly this time,” Paul informed his dad. “As he was so helpful bayan escort gaziantep to us I think its only right to cater to all his needs don’t you?” He was looking at Dave now and holding his stare. “Well dad you don’t mind do you.”

We waited with baited breath for Dave to either acquiesce or react with anger, his face was red and I could see his hands trembling a little.

He sighed heavily, “I guess not, but I have never experienced anything like that before.”

“Good man,” said Paul warmly, “you just know you want to and you also know that you will love it.” Then he paused for a second before adding, “you have always been a little bi-curious haven’t you, wondering how a cock would feel in your hands?”

I saw Dave gulp and look at us both, he never said a word, but he lowered his eyes and nodded. I was amazed I had never had any suspicions that my husband was bi-curious and interested in trying it out.

“I thought as much you devious bugger, I saw you eyeing up Simon’s manhood the other night and when you never complained when he sucked you I just knew it. Tell you what you can practice at home before Simons visit so as you are not so naive when he comes?”

Dave grinned sheepishly and sipped his drink; Paul winked at me and smiled. He had won this first battle I could see that and he knew it as I suspect did Dave. Paul had in that short time taken the first step to becoming the alpha male of our household and my heart skipped a beat. I took his hand and squeezed it lovingly hoping that he got the message I was trying to pass to him that I was happy indeed for him to be the main man. I leaned into him and kissed him softly.

He smiled at me and gave me a barely perceptible nod, and then I felt him easing my legs apart. I tried to resist for a split second and then accepted that he was now in all but words my new master, so I allowed him to spread my legs a little wider.

“Why are you dong this to me, showing me off in this way?” I asked him tearfully.

His face was serious and his eyes held a look of softness, he looked at me and whispered,

“Because you are mine and I can if I want to,” he said firmly.” But then in a more tender tone said. “More than that it is because you are truly a beautiful woman, you are very sexy and desirable. I want to show these people just what a gorgeous woman I have to love me.”

He paused and drew breath then kissing my forehead went on, “I love you so much more than you realise and I want people, other men if you like to envy me, I don’t mind if they see you like this and look up your skirt or at your tits I want them to appreciate your charms.”

Tears started to fill my eyes as he carried on, “I also want you to demonstrate to them how much you love and trust by allowing me to show you off like this. It will you definitely prove to them just how much you do love me and say to them look what he has got, but its his not yours but his.”

My heart melted I do not know how long it has been since a man showed me such love I felt light headed and giddy with emotion. He had won me over with his soft words and gentleness I heard the sincerity in his voice and saw the love light in his eyes. From that moment I knew for certain that I was his.

“Oh Jesus Paul I love you so very much as well you know that. You also know that I am yours now if you want me,” and as I totally relaxed my thigh muscles I said, “this morning I made you promises that I swear I will always keep. I want to be all the things I promised you. Show me off if you want to I don’t care just as long as you keep loving me, I will do anything for you.”

I felt him slide my skirt up a little more and felt his finger stroking my pussy through my wet thongs. My shame and embarrassment started to dissipate I laid back against my husband, who started to gently caress my breasts as Paul kissed and fingered me, I opened my eyes and saw a few men gathered around watching, but I was so turned on and so in love it never bothered me. I was happy for Paul to stake a claim to me in front of these strangers.

I felt him easing my gusset to one side and felt the cool air on my pussy lips, I was almost convulsing with excitement and I was being overtaken by my carnal urges as he exhibited me so crudely.

I heard one guy say “what a gorgeous cunt she has.”

Paul replied, “She certainly has would you like to feel it?”

I looked down as I felt another finger rubbing my wet cunt and I sighed in pleasure as I watched a total stranger rubbing my wet exposed pussy, he slid his finger into me and started a slow sensuous fucking motion.

“Lift your arse,” Paul said to me,

I did as instructed without hesitation and I felt him sliding my panties off. My legs were now spread obscenely wide and my unprotected pussy was on display for all to see. I just lay there looking as several men, with Paul’s permission of course, started to stroke and feel my cunt it gaziantep escort was heady and exciting stuff for me and never in a million years would I have ever dreamed of being so lewd. The fury that raged between my legs robbed me of my long held inhibitions and I laid back and revelled in the feelings that these men were generating in me. All the sexy attention and the sheer wantonness of my behaviour soon brought on an orgasm and as my body jerked and twitched I heard the guys gasping with some applauding.

Paul gave my panties to the first man saying,

“Here is a little keepsake for you,” then with a sly smile added, “she may want them back, so leave me you phone number and we will call you,” then looking at me said, “you will reward him properly for looking after them wont you.”

I guessed that meant letting this stranger fuck me, but I looked at Paul and then at the man who was now holding my panties and said with my voice shaking

“Of course I will, whatever you say Paul, it will be a pleasure.”

He then sat me up and the show was over, the men went back to their pints no doubt talking about the slut in the bar. Dave come and stood in front of me he was in total shock I think at what I had done, to see his wife so lewdly displayed and manhandled by so may men was something he never expected to see and in reality a thing no husband should ever witness. It was at this point that my son pushed home his advantage.

“You looked such a dirty slut laying there allowing all those strangers to finger fuck you,”

I made no reply at first just looking at him, my nerves were only just settling down. Then in a soft voice asked.

“Did you like it then, was that what you wanted me to do and how you wanted me to behave.”

He grinned at me and indicated his hard cock, which was straining against his trousers. “Yes as you can see I did like it,” he said with a giggle. “It was what I wanted you to do.”

Then looking at his father, but speaking to me said, “I wanted to demonstrate my hold over you and to have you show your obedience to me, and you were brilliant.”

I smiled happily and looked between my husband and son. The fact that Dave was uncomplaining proved that Paul was slowly getting the upper hand.

“So you now accept that you are my woman?” Paul asked

I nodded, “yes I do Paul I am your woman.”

“Are you now more my woman than dads then, will I be your number one man from now onwards?”

That was a difficult and embarrassing question and one I was reluctant to answer I looked at Dave and saw the hint of a smile and a slight nod of the head. He was giving me his blessing he was accepting that Paul should now be the dominant man in the family.

“Yes Paul, oh yes,” I repeated happily hugging him to me, “I will be yours forever you will always be the dominant man in my life, I will always obey you, be there for you and love you.”

He smiled at me his face beaming with joy and said “Ok then that’s sorted, from now on you will always answer to me, but if I am not there then you follow dads instructions is that clear?”

“Oh yes indeed sir I understand,” I replied enthusiastically.

Paul suddenly seemed to stand taller his victory almost complete, he finished his drink and Dave and I did the same.

“We will leave mums car here and collect it in the morning, you can drive and take the long route through the local town,” he told his father. Then looking at me said “you will travel in the back with me,” I nodded.

We all started to walk out there were many slaps on Paul’s back and squeezes of my arse, which I did not complain about. Every one wished us goodbye and hoped we would return soon,

“I bet they do,” said Dave with a chuckle.

That surprised me that he had so quickly accepted what had happened and apparently willingly taken on board that I was now his son’s woman. I happily observed that he did not seem phased by it whatsoever. I really did not want a war between them I would have withdrawn my promises if that had happened and gone back to being a faithful wife, as hard as that would now have been.

When we got to the car Dave slipped into the drivers seat and before I could get in Paul told me to undress.

“What here in the car park,” I asked.

With a grin and looking at two men who had just arrived he answered, “Yes undress here right now.”

I quickly pulled the top over my head and slipped the skirt off, I was standing naked in this car park. Understandably I suppose the two men stopped and looked unbelievingly as I disrobed as I got into the car I cheekily gave them a little wave. The car started to move smoothly away, Paul undid his trousers and got his cock out.

“Look what your slutty behaviour has done to me, come and suck it for me you dirty bitch.”

I quickly lowered my head and engulfed his cock with my willing mouth; I was still extremely excited from the events in the bar. His cock felt good in my mouth I loved the slightly salty taste. It was wonderful having my mouth so full of his hard man flesh; I sucked, nipped and gave as good as I could.

“Fuck that feels great you dirty whore,” Paul whispered and I redoubled my efforts I loved his praise.

“Your wife sucks cock brilliantly, she is such a dirty bitch,” he said to Dave goading and teasing him.

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My cousin Abby and I were not really close. We had hung out together as kids, of course, but as we grew into spotty teenagers and then young adults we only really saw one another at family a occasions like weddings and funerals.

What brought us together again was that we both went through marital breakdown at around the same time. We had a few phone calls between us – supportive ones. It was during one of these calls that Abby told me about the holiday.

She had booked a holiday for herself and her ex months ago (before she found out about his ‘other woman’).

“What are you doing first week of May?” She asked me.

Apparently she couldn’t get a refund, but she could change one of the names for a reasonable admin charge.

“Why the hell not?” I said. Abby was my cousin, what harm could it do?

On the plane we chatted easily. We reminisced about old times and bitched about our exes. We also joked that we wouldn’t find it easy to pull as we looked like a couple.

Abby was disarmingly frank about ‘needing a man’ and I reassured her that she was still a great catch and I had no doubt there would be a queue.

This wasn’t just flannel. Abby was pretty and slender. She had blonde, wavy hair and green eyes. She had turned up for our flight in tight, fashionable jeans and football top, She is a mad keen football fan. She looked great and I had to tell myself off for looking admiringly at her bottom as she leant forward at the check in queue. She would certainly have no trouble attracting male attention.

We arrived at the hotel late at night. Our room was large with two single beds, and a comfy looking sofa. She went first into the bathroom and emerged in a T Shirt nightie a few minutes later. I got a glimpse of her beautiful slender legs as she got into her bed. I felt sure I glimpsed the shape of her nipples through the cotton and told myself off again as I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I had said goodnight and got into bed, I struggled to clear my head but soon fell asleep.

Next morning I went and hired a car while Abby went to the local shop for supplies. She had been to the island before, and knew the best beach was only reachable by car. She directed me to park at a roadside parking spot and then we had to walk down a long, steep path to a beautiful secluded beach. I was a little surprised when I noticed that some of the couples on the beach were naked! Was Abby a naturist?

“I have been naked on this beach before, but I’ve bought a bikini today, so don’t worry!”

We chose a spot and laid down our beach bags. I stripped down to my shorts, and Abby had had the foresight to put her bikini on underneath her T shirt and shorts.

Abby’s bikini was best described as ‘tiny.’ It was pink and basically consisted of triangles of cotton which just about covered the essential bits. I didn’t leave much to the imagination, and my imagination was troubling me a lot!

She was a seasoned sunbather, and made sure she turned over periodically and occasionally adjusted her towel so that she remained lined up with the gaziantep ateşli escort sun. When she wasn’t looking at me I couldn’t help admiring her form. The gentle upward curve from her back to her bottom was particularly fascinating me.

She chose this moment to ask me to apply suncream to her back! Oh what sweet torture. She reached behind her and unfastened the top of her bikini whenever she was on her front. As I applied the cream to her back I’m sure I heard a little ‘mmm’ from her. I took my time and made sure I went all the way from her shoulders to the top of her bikini bottoms, not wanting the moment to end. I might have sounded a little croaky when I asked if she wanted me to do the backs of her legs too. She answered in the affirmative and I could feel a stirring in my shorts as I got close to her peachy bottom.

“I’d better do your back too,” It was an instruction, so I obediently lay on my front as I felt her hands running over the back of my body too. It felt delicious.

Time went on and I must have dozed off. When I awoke, Abby was on her back, but this time she hadn’t replaced the bikini top. She probably concluded that it didn’t matter while I was dozing. Now I was transfixed by her beautiful breasts. She didn’t have particularly large boobs, but she had the most wonderful nipples. I imagined cupping one in my hand and sucking the nipple. She slowly opened her eyes, shielding them from the sun with her hand. When she saw that I was awake she reached for her bikini top.

“It’s OK,” I said, “I’ve seen a topless girl before!”

To my delight she dropped the top and set about unpacking our picnic. I then had the bizarre experience of eating lunch while my very attractive cousin’s very attractive breasts were about four feet away. I was trying hard not to stare.

“Are they distracting you?” She scolded.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s ok, no harm done. At least I know they still look ok.”

“Ok? They’re beautiful, I’m just not used to seeing them!”

“And I’m not used to wearing clothes on this beach! I will get tan lines!”

“I don’t mind if you want to get naked.”

“I bet you don’t you naughty man. But could you cope? Maybe we should both be naked and then it will be even!”

Some kind of madness overtook me and I stood up, pulled off my shorts hoping that she didn’t notice that my cock was somewhat more swollen than it’s normal resting state.

“Not bad,” she said staring at my manhood. “Now you know how it feels!”

“It feels exposed,” I replied truthfully.

“You’ll soon get used to it.”

In a decidedly businesslike fashion, she slipped off the bikini bottoms and laid face down on the towel. I did the same and with considerable effort willed my cock to stay soft. I had to concede that feeling the sun on my whole body did feel good. Abby was clearly comfortable naked and soon we were chatting as easily as we had on the plane.

Suddenly, she jumped up.

“Race you to the sea.”

We ran naked into the sea, which bakımlı gaziantep escort was even nicer than being naked in the sun. The cool sea tamed my cock and I was able to ascertain that she was ‘naturally blonde.’ She had some wispy blonde pubic hair which looked neatly trimmed. I was also delighted with the way that her nipples became very erect in the cool sea. I was still very aware that she was my cousin. But I told myself looking didn’t harm anyone.

The rest of the afternoon passed off pleasantly enough. I grew more comfortable with being naked around Abby and there was obviously no danger of anything getting out of hand on this fairly popular beach. We even got chatting to another couple (also naked) and it felt quite liberating. I could get used to this naturism lark!

Back at our hotel room things seemed quite innocent when Abby didn’t bother to shut the bathroom door to shower. After all, we had decided it was okay to be naked in front of each other.

“How was your first day as a naturist?” She called out.

“I think I could get used to it.”

Now she was chatting to me through the shower curtain and so I undressed as I chatted to her ready for my turn. She didn’t bat an eyelid as she stepped out and I passed her a towel. As I took my turn in the shower, my mind was reeling a bit. This being naked in front of each other was certainly liberating and convenient. But I hadn’t had sex for months and Abby was damned sexy. It was so distracting and confusing.

I got out of the shower, and by now Abby was drying her hair with one of those captive hairdryers that is fixed to the bathroom wall in hotels. She had the large towel wrapped around her and I set about drying myself with a small hand towel. She finished drying her hair and picked up a bottle of after sun. She applied it all down the front of her body and then asked me to ‘do her back.’ I hadn’t been prepared for this but clearly didn’t have much choice. I began to come undone at this point. I had to stand right behind her and touch her wonderful body. I tried to be as detached as possible, but I could feel the familiar tingling in my groin as I smoother the lotion in to her back and buttocks. I hoped my lazy lob wasn’t too obvious.

“Your turn,” she commanded. Obediently I put the lotion on my arms, chest and legs and then handed her the bottle. By the time she had done my back and buttocks my lazy lob was too big to hide.

“Naughty,” she teased.

“Sorry, it has a mind of its own lately.”

“In my experience, all willies have a mind of their own! Don’t worry about it. You’ll have to have a wank later!”

“Not so easy when you’re sharing a hotel room with your cousin, is it?”

“Isn’t it? I rubbed one out last night while you were snoring!”

My mouth fell open. I think she even shocked herself with this confession as her cheeks were bright red.

“Sorry, shouldn’t have said that should I?”

“No, no it’s okay, it’s just the my ex would never admit that she ever touched herself.”

“Bollocks! escort gaziantep I bet she did. Everybody does from time to time.”

“Well I’m sure all men do but I wasn’t so sure about women. Anyway, at least I won’t feel guilty if I need one later when you’re asleep.”

We dressed and headed into town, ate a meal at one of the pavement cafes and then found a bar. We chatted easily and as we got through a few beers the conversation was wide ranging and free flowing. I liked the way that Abby also drank beer – and could clearly drink just as much as me. We returned to the subject of how were were supposed to pull when we looked so much like a couple.We didn’t find a solution. Neither of us fancied going out on our own. But we were both very frank about our sexual frustration.

As the bar emptied Abby said “looks like DIY relief for both of us tonight!”

“Well I certainly need to, so it’s a good job you’re okay with it.”

“Me too!”

“You had one last night, I didn’t.”

“That’s your fault, I wouldn’t have minded.”

“I didn’t know that, did I?”

We made our way back to the hotel room, and I drew the curtains. By the time I turned around, she was sitting on the loo with the bathroom door open, peeing noisily.

“Sorry, really bursting.”

Fair enough, I thought. I undressed and she flushed and began slipping out of her dress. So we brushed our teeth, and following her lead I didn’t bother to shut the door while I peed.

“How’s this going to work?” Abby said, “we can’t both wait for the other one to fall asleep!”

“Then we will have to both be awake, I suppose. Might be quite exciting.”

“I’ve never been in the same room as a guy wanking before.”

“Well I’ve never been in the same room with a woman doing it so that makes us even.”

By now we were both sitting on the couch, naked. This was certainly a bizarre situation. Abby got up and flicked lights on and off until there was just one reading lamp on. Satisfied, she came and sat back down on the couch. We were both a bit tipsy, and very, very randy. I started idly playing my with cock which seemed to be crying out for attention. Abby, to my delight, began playing with one of her boobs. My cock started to grow and stiffen and I stared dry mouthed as her other hand moved down to her crotch.

“You have a nice cock!”

“Thank you, you have a gorgeous body too.”

Already I was having to pace myself. My cock was threatening to go off early as she took her time arousing herself. I didn’t want that. Soon, she was moaning gently and arching her hips. I thought girls took longer that this. I started wanking myself, wanting to cum when she did. She let out a little yelp of delight as she climaxed, eyes closed. I hung on, in that moment I wanted her to see me cum too!

As she subsided a little, she opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Are you ready to cum?”

“Yes, I thought I’d hang on in case you wanted to watch.”

She didn’t reply, she just lowered her head and stared at my cock. I was now torturing myself, aching to cum but not wanting it to end.

“Cum for me,” she breathed.

I felt her breath. That was it, my cum boiled out of me in great splashes. She gasped. I groaned and flopped back on the couch. Abby went to the bathroom and brought me the hand towel.

“Did you enjoy that?” She asked.

“Couldn’t you tell?” I replied.

Then she gave me a hug and climbed in to her bed.

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This is a short one: Gives me more room to build the series than the first one did.

Jenna took the cup of coffee Scotty handed her and turned back to the computer. “What do you think? Is it too much?” She asked Scotty, who raised an appreciative eyebrow.

“I am a big fan of too much. You know I like a challenge, girl.” Scotty laughed scooting his chair up next to her. “I have the Tux so you will be fine on that. That dress, girl!”

“Maybe I should ask if this is a violation of the law?” Jenna asked shrugging.

“I always say, ask forgiveness not permission.”

“This is my Uncle’s business though.” Jenna bit her fake thumbnail lightly, not trying to break it just nervously nibbling.

“If it is an issue you just plead dumb.” Scotty smiled evilly. “If you want this to be here before next weekend you need to rush order.”

Jenna bit her lip and placed the order. “This is going to be so bad.”

The following Friday, Jenna pulled into the parking lot behind the club in the early afternoon. She was only a shift away from earning the tuition she needed. She was going to have to talk to Ray about her class schedule. She wanted to make sure there was no conflict with the ad schedule and her classes.

Jenna grabbed the garment bag and the overnight envelop before opening her car door. She did not see the gentleman hanging out in the shade at the side of the building until she was standing beside her car fumbling with the key fob to lock her car.

“Baby J.” The man panted as he headed for her. She turned quickly to face him. “I have been waiting all day for you to show up. Will you marry me?”

Jenna crinkled her nose looking around for the camera crew, surely this was a prank. The man dressed in clean khakis and a baby blue polo shirt, dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring box. The lid flipped open to show a round cut diamond at least 2 carets. Jenna gasped.

“I hope you like it, if not I will buy you another one.”

“I am sorry, what is your name?”

“I am Grant. Grant Selas. You danced for me Tuesday and I just knew. You know how sometimes you just know.”

“Not really.” Jenna said edging toward the back door of the club. “Listen Grant, I appreciate this but I am going to be late for work.”

Grant crawled after her and grabbed her hand. “Wait, please.”

Suddenly the back door burst open and there was Bruce. Jenna felt weak with relief as the mountainous bouncer crossed the lot towards her. “Problem Baby J?”

“Um, Mr. Selas here seems to have some very strong feelings. I am not sure but I thought that there was a rule about dating the clients.”

“Yes, there is.”

“But we wouldn’t date. We would just get married.” Grant said still gripping her hand and kneeling.

“That is even more frowned upon.” Bruce said breaking his hold on Jenna’s hand. He slipped between them and she quickly bee-lined to the door. She made it through the door just as Ray hit the back hallway.

“What in the fuck was that about?” Ray yelled. Having watched on the monitors in the security office when Bruce had alerted the staff to trouble, it hadn’t take Ray long to realize what was happening.

“Some guy proposed to me.” Jenna shivered.

“Why?” Ray asked jealousy riding him hard. “Are you seeing somebody? You have a boyfriend?”

“Um, no. He was at the club Tuesday and I danced for him, I guess.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I swear, I didn’t do anything to make him think-“

“Fuck, I know that. But it is a bit early to have stalkers, you have only been dancing a week, for cripes sake.”

“There is a time period for stalkers? What like a mandatory wait period?”

“Do not get sassy. I swear I will take you to my office and spank that ass.”

“Oh, Uncle Ray, do you promise?” Jenna whispered naughtily.

“Minx. Don’t you have a show to prepare for?”

“Sir, yes sir. I will get right on gaziantep escort top of that, sir.” The wink that she threw over her shoulder as she walked away was what almost broke him. He had not seen her since Tuesday and his balls ached with the need to unload into her. She sauntered away with an extra sway in her hips that made his cock pulse to life. Ray turned away and headed to the parking lot to back up Bruce.

He stepped out in the sunlight and saw Bruce chatting with the man steering him to his car. The man reached into his pocket to hand Bruce his wallet. Bruce flipped it open and snapped a photo of the license. The man took it back with a hearty handshake headed to his car to climb inside.

“What was that?” Ray said as Bruce approached.

“Seems that Baby J has some big fans.” Bruce said. I took his license plate down and got his license photo to keep by the front door. I will call Detective Jefferies and ask him to keep an eye open. J needs more security though.”

“I gathered. Let’s call the detective before we get too far gone.”

Bruce pulled out his cell and placed the call as they headed back into the dim interior.

Scotty grabbed Blake’s arm as he stepped into the strip club with a group of 6 others. “I know it is naked women but it is my best friend and I totally want to see this. Trust me it is going to be fun.”

“Hey, I am down.” Chuckled Chelsea, a very butch lesbian at the back of the pack. Blake giggled at her as he reluctantly agreed to stay. They all paid the bouncer and headed to a table near the stage. The group of 4 boys and 2 women settled in. Chelsea grabbed her girlfriend Lilly’s hand and rubbed the back of it. “Just to warn you, I may get a lap dance. Jenna is a bit of a fantasy. No hissy fits, understand.”

“Fine. But do not touch her.” Lilly scowled.

“I don’t think we are allowed to anyway.” Chelsea laughed. Her shaved head glimmered in the stage lights as they chatted.

Blake leaned in close to Scotty. “This is so trashy, I love it.”

“I know, you can practically smell the cum on the floor, it is so gross.” Scotty smiled back. He really hoped he would have a minute to introduce Jenna to Blake. For a first date there was some real heat and sparkle between them.

Jenna checked her “wedding dress” lingerie in the mirror one more time before she headed to the side stage. Bruce was placing her tuxedo clad dummy in the correct position with it’s back to the crowd, as she peeked through the curtain. Dressed in a white frothy lace corset with a petticoat lace skirt, a bouquet in her hands she looked like a very slutty bride.

She stepped out on the darkened stage as the heavy beat of Billy Idol’s White Wedding began to play. She walked up to the dummy slowly before facing it fully holding her bouquet. She raised up on tip toe to mime a kiss before tossing the bouquet and turning the dummy profile to the crowd. She danced rubbing herself against the mannequin, then stopped dramatically and gripped something through the crotch of the slacks. She let her eyes go dramatically wide before unfastening the pants and letting the strap on dildo poke free for the audience to see.

Scotty whooped loudly as the huge 12″ black cock shimmered in the light. The collective gasps and groans echoed about the room. Jenna turned the dummy so the cock pointed straight at the audience as she rubbed herself up and down the back of the faux groom.

She did a squat with a knee flare before rolling around the front of the prop. She went from kneeling face level with the cock, up to the standing and wrapping her leg around it. She stood tall then turned and bent at the waist. She paused there with the cock against her ass and her skirt thrown over it to hide where it was. She took a moment to bit her lip and soften her face in rapture, showing the entire room her pleasure at being “filled” by such a huge cock. She adıyaman escort rotated her ass dramatically against the dummy did a series of bends, then stood upright clutching the dummy’s hips with her head thrown back as if she was orgasming.

The money flew. She dropped to her knees and crawled across the floor catching sight of Scotty and the crew. She blushed brightly but kept moving, collecting tips as she went. Scotty smiled and flashed thumbs up at her. She smiled and shook her head at him before finding the old guy at the front of the stage that insisted on putting the money in her g string right close to her clit. The cowboy hat next to him went for the tits. All the while Ray fought his erection as he stood close to the bar. As the song ended, Ray signaled Bruce, who smiled and nodded.

Jenna was panting heavily as she exited the stage. Bruce went to deal with the mannequin before delivering Ray’s message. She dumped her money in her bag and headed to the front to see Scotty. As she passed through the room, men were waving cash at her trying to get her to give them some personal time. She ignored them as she honed in on her best friend clapping gleefully.

“What are you doing here?” Jenna asked in a furious whisper.

“I had to see how much of a stir this was going to cause. Well done, slut.” Scotty swatted at her ass. “Let me introduce you to Blake. We just met at the Cat Nip. Blake this is my best hag Jenna.”

“Shh, Scotty, Baby J. Things are already getting weird, I do not need my real name on anyone’s lips here.” Jenna said before leaning over to shake Blake’s hand.

“Girl, that was like porn, hot. I mean if I went for that. But a BBC in the B-U-T-T, you know that is my thing for sure.” Blake’s kidding smile made Jenna laugh. Just beyond them Chelsea was trying to get her attention.

“J, let me get a little grind.” Chelsea said holding up a $50. “Lilly said it was okay.”

Jenna rolled her eyes but headed over to Chelsea anyway. The song that Candy was dancing to was classic stripper anthem, Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar on Me. Jenna tucked the money in her cleavage and straddled Chelsea’s thigh. “No touching. I am serious. Bruce will kick you out.”

Chelsea placed her hands on the back of her seat and slid forward until her covered cunt was pressed against Jenna’s thigh. Jenna sighed and began to move to the music. While Candy danced the room watched Jenna grind on the bald woman. Candy growled as she circled the pole.

Bruce watched as Jenna started the lap dance smiling because the lesbian woman was drooling into Jenna’s cleavage as she humped her thigh. Jenna was so plush that every small move she made looked like sex. Ray impatient for Jenna to come in stepped into the main room to see Bruce staring at something rather than gathering Jenna. Ray stormed across the room only to be brought up short by Jenna grinding on some bald dude.

He started to head that way when Bruce intercepted him. “Chill man it is a lap dance not a fucking orgy. Though if I could watch that dyke go down on Baby J, I would be okay if it was.”

“Dyke?”

“That is a lesbian.” Bruce laughed. Ray growled knowing that he was acting like an idiot. The song drew to a close and Ray made his way over to them. He grabbed Jenna’s arm and looked at the gathered group, including one very turned on bald woman. “Please excuse us, J is needed in another area.”

Scotty’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Who are you?”

“I am Ray, I own this place.” Ray said not pausing as he dragged Jenna to the office.

The door closed behind them and before Jenna could even make a peep he was on her. “You look like a virgin waiting to be turned into a slut in that dress. I mean to be the one that turns you.”

Ray’s mouth covered hers in a deep kiss that blotted out the universe as his hands groped her g-string clad ass. akkent escort He yanked the g-string down until it fell to the floor of it’s own accord. “Uncle Ray is going to give you away at your wedding but not before he takes that virginity. You are going to walk down that aisle full of my cum like the little whore niece you are.”

Jenna moaned and pressed against Ray’s huge engorged cock through his pants. He pulled back and lifted one of her breasts free of the corset before latching onto the nipple and sucking it hard. Jenna clawed at his back trying to get more. More friction, more contact, more of anything she could.

Ray yanked open his pants allowing his cock to fall free, before pressing her back to the door and pulling her leg over his hip. He bent his knees until his cock positioned itself at her opening and thrust hard and deep stilling as they both moaned in relief and ecstasy.

“Every fucking time you take that stage, I want to look away but I can’t. You are so fucking tempting.” Ray began pounding away at her slamming her against the wall with every thrust of his hips. “Tempting little vixen.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Uncle Ray. Ahh, fuck. Yes.” Jenna could feel the insane pressure of her climax coming. His cock was lighting fire with every rough slide and withdrawal. Her toes curled and her stiletto fell from her foot at the small of his back. She gasped and panted as the pounding continued.

“I am going to ruin you for your husband. You will spend your nights dreaming of my cock plowing your depths. It is a good thing we are family and I can visit as often as I like. Slutty Baby J. Oh fuck you feel so good. Just like a cum slut should.”

“Yes, Uncle Ray, hurry before my soon to be husband comes to find us.” Jenna whispered. “Daddy is going to walk me down the aisle filled with your cum. And after the ceremony I am going to make the groom go down on me so he gets to clean up your mess before he fucks me for the first time as man and wife.”

Ray grunted and growled as she spoke. He pressed his thumb to her clit and moved it until she cried out and came. Ray felt her channel tighten and draw at him as he surrendered and filled her full. Whomever cleaned that mess up would be at it for a while.

Jenna leaned back against the door breathing heavily. Ray pressed against her too worn out to move. Their breathing was the only sound in the room but was not loud enough to drown out the sound of California Girls by Katy Perry, blasting in the main room. Jenna felt the fog lift.

“Oh, fuck I am up next and I haven’t changed.” She reached for the door and ran, one shoe missing and her g-string wrapped around the one shoe she still had on. She zoomed through the main room without heeding what she looked like.

Ray took a moment to rearrange his clothes before he went out to watch the next set. As he stepped up to the bar he saw Bruce heading toward him with a scowl on his face. Behind him was Detective Jefferies, looking like an extra from NYPD Blue, in an ill fitting sport coat and what appeared to be a jelly stain in his shirt.

“We got a problem boss.” Bruce said as Detective Jefferies drew closer. “He wants to arrest Baby J.”

“Why? What the fuck?” Ray demanded.

“It is illegal to use a dildo and perform sex acts in a strip club.” The detective said.

“She did not perform sex acts she pantomimed.” Ray said through gritted teeth.

“I think I can probably get her on prostitution as well.” The detective gave a side eyed look that made Ray want to puke. This detective wanted something. It wasn’t Baby J in cuffs… at least not for booking, anyway.

Jenna raced to the dressing room and quick changed into her catholic girl uniform, grabbed her lollipop and headed to the stage. Rusty the DJ had dressed her dummy in the priest gear, so she was good to go. She stepped on the stage and began her dance. As she began her flare kicks at the edge of the stage, it was more than apparent that there was cum glistening on her inner thighs.

Scotty gasped and made horrified eye contact with her, just before he whipped around to locate Ray standing at the bar. Scotty turned back to her mouth agape and Jenna knew that he knew her dirty secret.

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Summer Of Love (sequel to In Camera and The Sins Of The Father)

My name is Helen. I’m 21, bisexual and blonde – at the moment – but I’m studying economics at Harvard so please don’t assume I’m dumb. I’m 5′ 6″ in my bare feet, slim and pretty, or so every guy I date tells me. And, since I earned nearly sixty grand last year working evenings as an escort – basically an expensive whore – I believe them. You’ve gotta believe a guy whose paying five hundred a night to fuck you, haven’t you?

Apart from pay dates, I have two regular lovers: My college roommate, B and my Daddy.

Yes, my Daddy. I’ve been fucking in the family for a year now and the cock that put me into Mom is definitely my favourite cock in all the world. How that all began is a long story: suffice to say that Daddy and I have a really trusting relationship – I tell him about everything I do and everyone I fuck – and my only regret is that we didn’t start sooner. I lost my virginity on Prom night and now I wish it had been Daddy who plucked my oh-so-ripe cherry that night.

I’m having a summer break from whoring as well as from college. This summer is just for Daddy and me. So far it’s been a blast.

* * * * *

“Put something on, Darling. Your father will be home soon.” Mom was unpacking groceries when I came in from the garden for some lemonade. I’d spent the afternoon working on my all over tan.

“Oops. Sorry Mom. I forgot.” When I went back out I put my bikini back on. It didn’t cover a whole lot of me anyway.

Mom came out a few minutes later in her own swimsuit. “Mind if I join you?” She laid out a second towel and stretched out.

“How was work?” I propped myself up to look at Mom. She’s where I get my figure from and she’s kept hers in great shape. I was looking for another reason too, but more of that later.

“Work was… work. We’re not as busy as I’d like, so it’s a bit tedious, but it does mean I get to see more of you, Darling.”

“Until I start work for Daddy, next week.”

“Did I hear my name?” Daddy arrived, looking very handsome in his dark suit. “So this is why my dinner’s not ready.”

“Men!” Mom sounded exasperated.

“Daddy, why don’t you lose the suit and join us?”

“Sorry Sweetheart, no can do. I’ve got work to finish.” He went in through the back door leaving us girls sunning ourselves.

“It’s getting cooler. I’m going to start the dinner.” Mom got up.

“I’ll sort the towels out.” I decided it was time to go indoors too.

While Mom was upstairs changing, I put the towels in the laundry room and slipped into Daddy’s study.

“Hello Sweetheart.” Daddy actually was working. I was surprised. “Nice bikini.”

“Mom made me put it on.” I pouted. “I was naked. See…” I pulled my bra cups aside to free my tits. “No tan lines.”

“Very nice.” Daddy looked at my breasts with undisguised admiration.

“None down here either?” He pulled me closer and yanked my thong down to mid-thigh.

“Just fresh, sun-ripened pussy. You were amazing last night. I had three orgasms watching you and Mom.” I’ve hidden a tiny video camera in their room because I wanted to see Daddy fucking Mom. That’s why I was taking such an interest in her figure in the garden: Mom’s really sexy.

“And she only had two.” He was stroking my labia now.

“You know what I’d really like?” I straightened my bikini top.

“What?”

“To know what Mom tastes like.”

“You’re crazy.” Her shook his head. “Better get decent.” He took his hand away, kissing his fingertips. While I pulled up my thong, there were footsteps on the stairs. We heard Mom go into the kitchen.

“I’m going for a shower.” I said, hoping he’d take the hint. Sex with Mom in the house was a high risk, extreme sport that we both enjoyed.

* * * * *

Parry watched his daughter’s bottom as she sashayed to the door. He’d been sat in this very same chair, looking at pretty much the same view a year ago and what was true then was true now. Helen’s ass really was a thing of beauty. He quickly finished the email he’d been writing, sent it and turned off the monitor.

Meg was washing salad when he crept up behind her and, resting his hands low on her hips, nuzzled her neck. “I don’t know where we went wrong with that girl of ours. She’s so introverted, so… unsure of herself.”

“The new bikini?” Meg asked. “I had to remind her to put that on.”

“Really?” Parry feigned ignorance.

“Really. Are you going to change before dinner?”

“Right now.” Parry smooched her neck again before heading for the stairs.

He hung up his suit, threw his shirt and his underwear in the laundry basket, picked up a polo shirt, some slacks and clean shorts then snuck along the corridor to Helen’s room.

“I’ve been waiting for you for ages.” It had been about a minute actually. I only got out of the shower when I heard him come upstairs. “How long have we got?”

“About five minutes.” Daddy’s bundled up clothes hit the bed and his erection bobbed as he closed the gap between us.

“You’d escort gaziantep better find time to fuck me properly later then.” I took his cock into my mouth and started to work it with my tongue, cradling his balls in one hand and pumping the base of his shaft with the other.

“Baby girl. I was just thinking… It’s our anniversary in a couple of days… Oh God, that feels good… and we should do something to mark… the occasion… Ooh… That’s it Baby… oh…”

My finger up his ass always makes him go off like a bottle rocket. Normally, I take it easy, building up to his climax when giving him head, but right now we didn’t have the time to do it the old fashioned way.

So he got the trigger finger and I got a mouthful of Daddy’s jism which being a polite girl I swallowed. A little licking got the last few drops before he started to soften. “You were saying?” I asked as I wiped my finger and Daddy’s cock.

“Our anniversary?”

“That’s not until the end of the summer. It was after I quit being a web-cam girl and started whoring.” I only use words like whore and cunt because people think they’re negative. B, my girlfriend, says its like black people calling themselves niggers or homosexuals saying they’re queer. If you take back the words, they lose their power to hurt you. Did I mention I worked on web-cams, doing live nude shows, before I started renting out my cunt? No? Well now you know.

“Yes… but Wednesday is the anniversary of me discovering you on the Internet.”

“Oh. Papa’s anniversary.” Daddy had been jerking off to me for ages before I found out. His nickname had been Papasgotabrandnewbag.

“Exactly.” Daddy was dressed now, sitting beside me and fondling a tit as we talked.

“Ok. There’s a web-cam on my notebook. I’ll put on a show for you in here and you can jerk off to it in your study. Just like old times.” I wasn’t serious. I wouldn’t waste Daddy’s special sauce like that. “Just kidding. I’ll think of something. Trust me Daddy. Now get out of here before Mom comes a-calling.” I buzzed him and sent him back downstairs.

There’s a lot to be said for blowjobs. They’re quick, not at all messy, provided you swallow, and they don’t leave the room smelling like someone’s been having sex in it: All desirable things if your purpose is to see how close to his wife you can get a guy off without getting caught. Being on a different floor of the building was easy. Being in the next room was likely to be thrillingly risky, but risk engenders excitement and excitement makes men come quickly so that could work in our favour. Being in the same room as Mom was the ultimate challenge. I was still working on how to do that.

I picked out a short but not micro skirt and a pink camisole then went to see what was for dinner.

* * * * *

Parry gave up counting after twenty flashes of Helen’s smooth pussy. Every time Meg turned away, up went the little skirt. He was glad of his tight underwear and glad to be sitting down. All through dinner, Helen’s toes had been massaging his crotch under the table. Now, in the family room, Helen was keeping him aroused at a greater distance.

When Helen popped upstairs to the bathroom, Parry relaxed enough to feel safe standing up and went into the kitchen for another beer.

“Would you like anything?” he asked Meg as he passed behind her.

“No thank you, dear.”

He’d just sat back down when Helen returned with half a bag of candy. “Fancy a sherbet lemon, Mom?” She leant over the back of the sofa and proffered the bag to Meg.

“Why not? You know, I haven’t had one of these in years.” Meg took one.

“Daddy?” Helen asked, straightening up and, out of view of her mother, reaching under her skirt. Her hand returned holding a yellow lozenge. She winked at Parry.

“Sure. Thanks.” He caught the candy as it arced across the room to him. It was sticky. When he popped it in his mouth he was unsurprised that it tasted of pussy. Three sucks later it only tasted of lemon.

* * * * *

The telephone saved us from a night of frustration. It rang in the hall and I was nearest to the door. “I’ll get it… Mom! It’s for you!” I called out.

“Who is it?” Mom asked as she joined me at the foot of the stairs.

“Maisie. She sounds really upset.” I brought her up to speed before giving her the handset and going back to Daddy.

I lifted my skirt as soon as I was out of her sight. I twirled around in front of Daddy then bent from the waist, straight legged, to show him my ass.

“How long has that been there?” He was referring to the acrylic butt plug. I hadn’t had anal sex in four days, since getting home from college, and with our windows of opportunity being very small, I was using the plug to save wasting time on foreplay.

“Since I went to the bathroom.” I pulled out the smooth plastic, letting my asshole wink at him, sucked it once like a cock and pushed it back in. Men really seem to like that ATM stuff and Daddy’s no exception. He’s eaten a Hershey bar out of my ass – real chocolate, araban escort not a euphemism. I straightened up and sat down to watch TV again. It may not have been sex, but sucking that plug while Mom was only an open door away was risky enough to make me tingle.

Daddy’s taken to doing crossword puzzles as an excuse to keep a magazine on his lap most of the evening. I could see how much he needed that coverage right now. I’ve just got to get that in my ass tonight.

“I have to go out.” Mom reappeared suddenly. Five seconds earlier and she’d have learned all she needs to know about butt plugs. “Maisie’s had another fight with Jack. He’s left her again.”

“He’ll be at the usual motel. Want I should go and talk to him?” Daddy offered. Maisie and Jack split up about twice a year. There was an established protocol for dealing with it.

“Not tonight, dear. That’s your third beer. You know I don’t like you to drive after too much of it. Let Jack cool off for a night. You can go see him tomorrow.”

“Ok Honey. Is Maisie very upset?

“Yes. It sounds like a bad one.”

“Well let me know if you decide to stay over.”

“Sure, dear.” Mom bent over Daddy’s chair to buzz him, buzzed my cheek as she passed and was gone.

The click of the front door was like a starting pistol. My skirt was off before we even heard the SUV’s engine. By the time it’s rumble faded into the distance, I was wearing a smile at one end and a clear plastic plug at the other and was advancing on Daddy, intent on not letting him finish that crossword puzzle.

I did gymnastics and ballet when I was little so I’m flexible and have great balance. I touched my palms to the floor right in front of Daddy and swung first one leg then the other up into a handstand, held the position, body and legs perfectly straight, for a second or two then spread my legs into full splits, ankle, pussy and other ankle in a straight line.

“Pull it out, Daddy.” I couldn’t hold this pose long. He pulled on the disc as I pushed, popping the plug out of my ass. “Lick me.” I was starting to wobble but my anus must be really dilated in this position.

Daddy stuck his tongue right in my ass, easy for him, still sitting down. “Tastes… fruity.” He mused as I toppled away from him, quickly closing my legs to avoid crashing out completely.

“Watermelon flavoured lube.”

“Really?” He looked at the plug he was holding, shrugged and stuck it in his mouth like a Popsicle. “Mmm. Tastes good.”

“C’mon.” I pulled on Daddy’s hand. “I fancy a watermelon flavoured cocksicle.”

Daddy followed me up the stairs. I’ll bet you anything that he was looking at my ass the whole way up. Not just because he’s ass fixated, which he is, or because I’m callipygian, which I am, but because following a naked bottom up stairs is quite probably the all time best viewing angle. Try it sometime.

Of course the view of a girl on all fours, lubed and ready for it, has much to recommend it. It certainly held Daddy’s interest as he stumbled out of his clothes. He slapped my ass hard as he got on his knees behind me.

“Do you want to spank me first?” Only Daddy gets to spank my bottom. It hurts, if he does it properly, but even when it makes me cry, my pussy gets really wet. “I have been a naughty girl.”

“After.” Daddy slapped my other cheek just as hard before pressing his cock into me. I’ve had bigger cocks up my ass but Daddy’s is just right for me: Stretching me enough to feel full but not so much I have to build up to it with fingers first. He settled into a hectic pace, driving hard, fast and deep.

A dozen strokes with his balls slapping into my labia then he pulled out. “Suck me.” He dragged me round and thrust his slick erection into my mouth, pushing forward just shy of the gagging point. I sucked hungrily at his fruity cock for a few seconds before he pulled it out again and turned me back around to plunge back into my ass.

Three times he went through the same routine before he decided to stay in my ass for the duration. Then he really got up a head of steam, fucking me so hard we nearly bounced right off the bed. Daddy hadn’t been this rough with me for ages and I wondered what had made him this… masterful. I was climaxing steadily with a little help from my fingers, lashing my clit, when he heaved back on my hips, crushing his pelvis against me and flooding my rectum as he growled and groaned in ecstatic release.

Daddy slumped against me, exhausted, pinning me to the bed. His weight, pressing down on my back was pleasant and I always like feeling him soften inside me, whichever hole he’s using. My fingers were still massaging my clit too, so I was quite happy to lie there while he caught his second wind.

“That was intense.” I said, when he rolled off me, onto his back.

“That’s all I could think about when I was fucking Meg last night. Every time I see her ass, I think ‘What a waste.'”

“It’s a good thing you have a slutty daughter then, isn’t it?” I moved closer to suck arap escort his limp, sticky, cock clean. “I’d like to do this after you’ve fucked Mom.” God, yes! Licking Mom’s cum off Daddy’s cock!

“We’ll see.” Daddy was non-committal but I knew he’d get a kick out of it too. He’d do it if he got the chance. He was swelling as I finished licking around his foreskin.

“Are you going to spank me, Daddy?” I put on my little girl voice. “It’s naughty to let boys push things up my bottom, isn’t it?”

“Its very naughty. Mommy would be very cross with you if she found out.”

“Oh please Daddy! Don’t tell Mommy. I’ll do anything you say. I promise.” The role-playing has evolved over the half dozen or so times we’ve played this game.

“Anything?” Daddy sat up on the edge of the bed and patted his knee.

“Anything, Daddy.” I bent over his lap, waiting for his palm to fall. “Ow!” I didn’t have long to wait. Like his fucking, his hand landed hard and fast. My ass was soon stinging all over. I arched my back and one of his slaps landed right on my pussy making me yelp. Tears were welling up in my eyes already but I could feel Daddy’s cock, hot and hard, pressing against my belly. I knew he’d stop smacking me soon so he could fuck me.

Downstairs, the phone rang. Daddy stopped smacking and helped me onto the bed. I curled up in the foetal position, weeping softly. It had been a much harder spanking than before.

“I’d better get that. It might be your Mom.” He stood, erection bobbing in front of him, and went to answer the phone. When he returned, I was still sobbing, but my hand had crept between my thighs and was moving slowly.

“Was it Mom?” I asked, sniffling.

“Yes. She’s staying over. Maisie’s in pieces.” He sat on the bed and cradled my head. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. Did I hurt you too much? You didn’t tell me to stop.”

“I didn’t want you to stop. I love you Daddy. You’re the only man I’ll ever let hurt me.” The pain had gone now, only the tingling heat remained. I was really sensitive and really really wet. “I want you Daddy. Now.” I rolled onto my back, wincing as my sensitive, tingly bottom pressed onto the bedspread. My legs parted, knees bent, revealing the glistening moisture on my pussy lips. “Please, Daddy.”

He needed no more encouragement to mount me. The missionary position may seem boring, but try it with a freshly spanked bottom. Daddy was still masterful, but less aggressively so, and I was lively because of my tender flesh. I writhed under him and orgasm followed orgasm followed orgasm until Daddy tensed and came with me, sharing my third climax.

We settled into a cuddle and Daddy held me close for the longest time. Finally he whispered, “I love you.” and kissed my neck.

“Turn out the lights, please… and stay with me tonight.”

Daddy got up long enough for us to get into bed properly and held me tight until

I fell asleep.

I woke up to go to the toilet at about 4AM and discovered my period was just starting. That would put a stop to some of our games for a few days. I put on a towel and some panties before I went back to bed.

In the morning I stuffed my cum-stained sheets into the washing machine. The time of the month turned out to be a good cover story for why I was washing them.

* * * * *

The rest of that first week was quiet. Daddy did get a proper blowjob every day, usually in his study while he watched videos of me getting fucked every which way by a cast of thousands. Ok, not thousands – maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but lots of men. Daddy gets so turned on when he sees me ‘working’ that I’m going to start sending him videos of all my dates when I go back to college. Anyway, after four days of that he’s pretty much up to speed on just how many different ways men can amuse themselves with his little girl’s ass hole. Not that they ignore my pussy, but you don’t go to an expensive restaurant and order the same pot roast your wife does for you every Sunday. Besides, I picked the kinkiest, dirtiest videos on purpose.

On Papa’s anniversary, Daddy learned all about tromboning because I licked his ass while I pumped his cock and he watched that nice Mr Deerborne getting rimmed and rubbed.

On Sunday while Daddy was playing golf and Mom was sorting out her closet or something, I decided I needed a shave. That was when I found I was all out of razors.

“Mom, do you have a spare – oh!” I didn’t think to knock. Mom was on the bed, naked, with the Rampant Rabbit that Daddy had bought her.

“I, err…” She pulled a sheet over herself as she sat up, seriously flustered and blushing to her nipples.

“I wanted a razor.” I said. I didn’t leave, didn’t apologize for not knocking and most especially didn’t look shocked. That’s because catching Mom playing with herself was no accident. I have a spy camera in there. Remember? If Mom had really been sorting out her closet, I wouldn’t have bothered taking my shorts and top off before going to see her.

“I…” Mom really was lost for words. Understandable really.

“Mom, it’s ok.” I went over and sat beside her. The vibrator was still buzzing so there was no point in her denying anything. “It’s perfectly natural. I’ve got a vanity case full of fantastic plastic. You’re still buzzing.” I gently reminded her where the background noise was coming from.

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I had the pleasure of waking up early this morning to a bright sunshiny day, for no apparent reason. I’ve nothing planned for the day, except to gas up the boat. We used it all weekend and it’s nearly out of gas. We did lots of water skiing and lots of soaking up the sun’s rays. By the time we finished last evening, all of us were tired, so I volunteered to give the boat some tender loving care in the morning.

My Dad owns a 17-foot Master Craft. It’s fast and maneuverable. I really like this boat. It’s not as fast as a speed boat, but it moves comfortably over the water at 50MPH. It’s enough for me and the rest of the family and very popular leisure on the weekends. During the week, it only gets used if I take it for a ride mostly, which is becoming my favorite pastime for the following reasons — my sister.

We’re a family of four. My sister is a real bitch and I avoid hanging out with her at most any cost. I go to extremes to avoid her, which is the main reason the boat is my favorite entertainment.

On the plus side, I love my sister. She’s a fox by anyone’s definition. She has a slender body, perfectly proportioned, good looks, but she knows it. I protect her, if I need to, but other than that, she’s on her own. I don’t speak ill of her, except to myself. I’ve no desire to make a bad situation worse.

She just graduated from high school a week ago and doesn’t have a boyfriend, which pains me that much more. She spends far too much time at home, with me. I’ve little time to myself, especially when our parents are at work.

Mom and Dad look and act young at their ripe age of 46. They have energy I wish I had. They’re also slender. Dad is strong with visible muscles, which I’m fully aware of. He’s kicked my ass twice to straighten me out when I got out of line, but still, I don’t mess with my Dad.

Mom has the face of an angel and a body built for sex. I don’t see her in that light and I don’t know why either, I just don’t. Same for my sister. My friends always want to come over and hangout by the pool, hoping either or both of them will make an appearance and they don’t most of the time. My friends just want to lust after them. Not much fun for me.

As for myself, I’m 19 years old, a year older than my sister. I survived my

freshman year of college with flying colors, according to my parents, and it’s summer break. I’ve been home for three weeks and I’m looking forward to having lots of fun with the boat.

I’m also looking to find a temporary girlfriend for the summer, actually, more a friend with benefits. I won’t describe myself as the athletic type, but I do maintain a fit body and I exercise on an irregular basis. Mom says I’m handsome, but you know how Mom’s are about things like that.

I still haven’t met the one girl I want to spend lots of time with. I’m in limbo with my search for her while I’m attending college. I want to excel at my education so I can support myself. That’s a priority for me.

Because my sister spends lots of time at home, I try to spend as little time there as possible. I use the boat as an escape mechanism to avoid her. Today is no exception.

********

I get out of bed up shortly after I wake up, even before my sister stirs. Mom and Dad leave for work early, long before I get up. I gather some leftover’s from the fridge for breakfast and sit down at the table to consume, but wouldn’t you know. Guess what shows up.

My sister is in one of her more ‘jovial’ moods, so I finish my breakfast quickly and leave before she has any colorful metaphors to share with me.

I give my body a good stretch as I leave the house to face the sunny morning on the water. I jog down to the dock to get a little exercise… very little exercise. It’s going to be another hot day and I can feel the humidity already. By the time I reach the dock, I’m sweating.

Arriving at the Master Craft, I begin the chore of removing the canvas covering and exposing the interior of the boat to sunlight. I fold it up and store the cover in the bow.

I open the motor cover to vent the area of fumes, check the bilge for excessive water accumulation and check the oil level. Then I get to work picking up the trash we left in it the day before. I stow the life jackets, skis, tow lines in their normal spots.

I wash the windows, clean the dirt off the interior, then proceed to do the same to the outside, as far as I can reach. When I’m done, she looks as good as gold and I’m smiling.

By now, I’m sweating like Niagra Falls in a rain storm and I’m ready to jump in the lake to cool off, but before I do, I start the motor to warm it up, then close the motor cover. I jump in the lake and swim around a bit to cool off.

When I get back on the dock, I allow myself to drip dry as the hot sun beats down on my darkening skin. It doesn’t take long for me to start sweating again so it’s time to get gas in the boat.

I untie the lines and the boat is free. Settling in the driver’s seat, I back the boat out of the slip and into the clear, reverse directions, gaziantep escort bayan and give it some gas. The Master Craft moves through the water like a hot knife through soft butter.

As soon as I clear the marker buoys, I open the throttle and it takes off like a bat out of hell. In seconds, it reaches 50 MPH and I’m wearing a big smile with the wind in my face, and the speed under my feet feels good. But, it’s short lived because the gas pump comes up very quickly at that speed.

********

I dock the boat with precision and tie her up. As I’m knee deep fueling the boat, I hear the padding of foot steps approaching me. My back is facing the dock, so I can’t see who it is. Then, the padding stops and the bare feet speaks.

“Hi Steve. Long time no see.”

I turn my head to find a perfect body clinging to a fairly small bikini that hugs her features perfectly. Teri Thorton, a brief high school girlfriend, is staring at me with an adorable smile on her face. I release the nozzle and it stops pumping gas. I turn to face her and smile.

Two years ago, Teri was my heart throb. She’s beautiful, smart and very popular at school, way too popular at school. I swear I was into her big time, but things just didn’t work out for us. She looks as HOT now as she did back then.

She has a perfect figure and slender curves with a baby face complexion that knocks your socks off. Her look of pure innocense makes her popular with the boys.

Too bad for me. I didn’t want to compete for her back then. We were an item for a week when I found out she was seeing other guys while seeing me, so I lost interest in her. I never did fuck her, but I sure as hell wanted to.

“Hi Teri. Long time no see yourself.”

There’s another boat waiting to get gas so I have to make a decision.

“Let me finish here and we can take a ride, if you like.”

“Sounds good to me.”

I hold her hand as she carefully steps aboard the boat. Teri assumes the seat next to the driver and when I finish fueling, I pay the bill and return to the boat.

I untie the bow line, come aboard, start the motor, untie the stern line, stow both lines and push off. We depart the dock, slow, at first, then I open her up after we clear the marker buoys, most likely to show off.

As we race across the water, I try to speak to her, but the wind and motor noise literally drowns us out.

I stand, with one hand remaining on the steering wheel. Teri joins me moments later. We try to talk again, but the wind is now blowing in our face, so I went to plan C. I slow the boat to half throttle and the motor begins to purr like a kitten and the wind noise reduces. Finally, we can have a conversation, or hear ourselves think, or both.

“Hi again,” I said. “How have you been the last couple years?”

“I’ve been okay, I guess. How bout you?”

“I’m still alive, last I checked.”

“Funny guy. You were always funny, as I remember.”

“I try. Sometimes I’m not that successful, but I’ll take an E for effort.”

“You got it… So what have you been up to the last couple years?” she asks.

“I graduated high school and just completed my first year of college. You?”

“I just graduated high school and taking the summer off before I head to college in the fall. Nothing too exciting. What’s your major?”

“I’m taking computer science. It’s exciting for me and one hell of a challenge. I look forward to it.”

“I bet. Sounds like it’s right up your ally.”

“What are you majoring in?”

“I’m taking literature to start. I may change my major. Not sure at this point… To change the subject, do you remember why we broke up?” she asks with an innocent look on her face, as if teasing me.

“We were an item for a very short time. I’m actually surprised you even remember me at all… But, I guess you were too busy with other guys that lined up for you. I didn’t feel I was on your list of favorite boys you wanted to spend time with, so I backed off.”

“Shame on me Steve. And shame on you for not being more aggressive toward me. You look HOT, two years later.”

“Thanks. I didn’t expect that response though.”

“I mean it Steve. Two years has been good to you. I recognized you immediately, when I saw you. You have changed for the better. I like what I see these days.”

“That’s surprising to hear. You didn’t think that way two years ago. What has changed?” I ask.

“You changed… and I’ve changed as well. My friend noticed you first and when I saw you, I just stood and walked over to visit with you. If you only know how HOT you look, you wouldn’t ask that question.”

“Guess I better get educated. Are you a good teacher?” I ask.

“I am indeed,” she replies.

Then she pushes herself in front of me and rubs her ass against my crotch. It feels good so I let her continue. She reaches for my free hand and places it on her flat stomach. I pull her into me, then move my hand to her tits. If she can be aggressive, so can I. I cup the first anal yapan gaziantep escort one I feel. That did it.

Being a week day, there are few boats running the lake so we’re good for few or no spectators. I head for a small deserted island and stop the boat, throwing the anchor overboard and tie it off. I check the water depth gauge and it registers close to twenty feet so I kill the motor. I’m feeling good at this point.

Teri, does not waste any time. She takes her top off and her tits search for my eyes. She has to break my stare after a minute or so.

“So, you like my tits do you?”

“They’re perfect,” I blurt out, then get my act together. “Sorry for staring. You surprised me… I always liked your body Teri. Your tits are perfect for your stature. Self supporting, nice perky nipples. I can stare at them for years and not complain. But, you never did anything close to this when we were in high school.”

She gets close to me and mounts me. My hands go straight to her ass as she wraps her arms and legs around my body. I’m a little taken aback by her aggressive actions, but love the feel of her body against mine. I knead her ass and it feels so good. It makes me think of my last girlfriend.

I take a step backward and sit down on the motor cover. There’s a cushion on top and it blocks some of the heat from the motor, but it’s still a tad warm. I’m paying close attention to her body so I place both hands on her tits and start working them to stiffen her nipples.

“True, and thanks for the compliment. They’re yours for today, as much as you like.”

“I’m blessed. What did I do to deserve them for the day?” I ask.

“You were in the right place at the right time, and you look so HOT. Irresistible even.”

“We have a problem then,” I reveal.

“What?” she asks.

“You’re over dressed.”

She smiles, saying, “So are you. Take my bottoms off please.”

“Sure, I learned how to do that a few days ago.”

She laughs and is smiling as she slides off me. She stands as I lean toward her, hook my thumbs in her bottoms and, several swift moves later, making her laugh in the process, it lays around her ankles. She kicks them out of the way while I sit there, admiring her incredibly sexy, naked body.

“I’m sure you did… Funny. You make me laugh. Always did. You approve?”

“More than that… You just won an Oscar for best summer body.”

“Just summer?”

“I’ve got to start somewhere you know.”

She laughs and gives me an unexpected hug.

As I continue tracing her body with my eyes, I can’t help but notice her bare pussy.

“How did you know I like a smooth, bare pussy on such an attractive girl?”

“Just lucky I guess… Stand up, please.”

I stand and she wastes no time dropping my damp bathing suit to my ankles. When my cock springs free, she opens her mouth, taking in a breath of fresh air, then it turns to a wicked smile, and opens her eyes wide.

She stares and I appreciate her response. My cock is getting larger, growing before her very eyes. She looks at me and I look at her.

“You have a beautiful cock Steve. Time to make it feel much better. Lay back on the motor cover. I’m going to suck your cock until you fill my mouth.”

“Don’t I have any say in this?” I ask with a smile.

“Always the funny guy…”

I smile, park my ass on the cushion and lay back while she squats between my legs and fondles my cock with both hands. Her inspection makes me feel good.

“Like what you see?” I ask, unable to resist.

“No… I love what I see. How long does it get?”

“Around nine and a half inches, give or take, and it’s yours for the day… But if you rather not, we can pick another day.”

“You’re a funny guy Steve. That’s something I remember very well…,” she says with a smile. “And your cock is fat too… Time for me to get busy.”

She attacks my cock with a very wet mouth and soon, I find myself in ecstacy. She has to adjust to my size and coughs several times, but she finally gets it all in.

My god, I’m thinking, this girl has skills. She has me hard in no time. It doesn’t take long for that deep feeling to percolate in my balls.

“I’m going to cum Teri.”

She increases her efforts on my cock and soon, it erupts. Her cum management needs work cause it dribbles out of her mouth, dropping to my stomach.

After I shoot my last load in her mouth, she swallows the last few drops and starts her cleanup work as I lay there wondering what the hell just happened to me. Holy crap! If I’m not careful, I could get use to this treatment.

“Wow,” is all I can mumble.

“Wow is right. Your cock is huge and I love it. That’s one thing I don’t remember about you.”

She stands up and I do the same. She mounts me and I walk her to the stern seat as she kisses my neck and cheeks. I park her on the seat with her ass on the edge.

My face suddenly appears next to her pussy and I lick antep escort her, and lick her, and lick her until she’s moaning and squirming. I warm her up by kissing her lips and sucking her clit.

Then I move to the inside of her thighs and lick her there, then back to her pussy and clit. She’s moaning and squirming so much she pulls me up to her.

“God Steve. Fuck me already. I want that big fat cock in my pussy. You have no idea. Stick it in now!” she orders.

I stick my cock in her pussy, as ordered, and slowly push, and push, until I can go no further. She’s incredibly tight for a well-used pussy.

She has my full length and I look at her, noticing her eyes have disappeared into her head and her mouth is wide open, then she closes her eyes. She’s in ecstacy and is cumming on my cock already. Talk about a short fuse.

“Oh my god Steve. Stay there for a minute. Your cock fills me to the brim. It feels so awesome.”

Being the nice guy that I am, I give her the minute, checking my watch frequently, then start fucking her, slowly. She giggles, then moans as my cock slides in and out of her pussy.

My knees begin to feel pain so I retrieve a couple cushions and put one under each knee and continue fucking the perfect shape before me. Man, she’s one HOT piece of ass. I fuck her silly and she has three orgasms before I fill her pussy, causing her fourth orgasm.

I’m dripping sweat so as I sit next to her, trying to catch up to my breathing, I have to ask.

“Skinny dip?”

I jump in, not giving her a chance to reply. She follows in my foot steps and hits the water next to me. When she surfaces, she brushes the hair from her face, wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a kiss I will remember forever.

We begin sinking and go underwater as we continue to kiss. Then I break it and we return to the surface. I reach out to the boat and hold on as she takes possession of my cock, stroking it with renewed vim and vigor.

I kiss her again, a bad habit of mine, and she wraps her free arm around my neck. My free hand rubs her pussy clean, rubbing it softly, but thoroughly.

“Let’s get back in the boat,” she instructs.

I get aboard with no problem, then turn and help Teri back aboard. We’re naked and do not care if anybody is watching. Nobody is, so she wraps me up, kisses me again and I hold her tight as I return her kiss. I’m actually starting to like this girl.

“I want to sit on your cock and fuck you cowboy style.”

“What’s taking you so long?”

She smiles.

I park my ass on the stern seat dripping wet and Teri straddles my lap. Slowly, she slips her pussy over my cock and I can feel her pussy gripping me. She’s giving me an amazing sensation. I’m feeling good at this point, but her best is yet to cum (sorry, come).

She puts her head back with her eyes closed and fucks me for what seems like hours. She rides my cock like it’s the end of the world and I love her for doing it.

I reach for her tits and knead them, pinch her nipples, then I force myself to pull her to me and kiss her. She stops her efforts when I did that. A few strokes later, she releases her cum all over my cock. Little do I know, she added two more orgasms to her queue before then.

“We’re going to have to do something about that short fuse of yours,” I said to her.

“We can fix that with lots of practice. Think you can handle me?”

“As long as it’s practice, I can handle you just fine.”

Teri continues fucking me slowly as she adjusts to my size. She’s tight as hell and I’m on the edge once again. When she bangs on my cock, that’s all I need to fill her pussy full of my cream, and that triggers her next very intense orgasm.

She falls on my chest, staying like that for several minutes. Finally, she raises up and gives me another of her adorable looks, then kisses me. This time, her tongue explores my mouth and I welcome the intrusion.

“You’re not done yet, are you?” I ask.

“Just give me a couple minutes, then you can fuck my brains out.”

My cock is still buried deep in her pussy so I continue to remind her it’s there.

“We can call it a day if you want,” I add.

“Are you tired of fucking me already?”

“Not a chance. Just thinking you’ve had enough for a while.”

“In just a few minutes, you can take me again. Your cock makes me cum so fast and hard it’s not funny.”

“Excuses, excuses. Just tell me how you really feel,” I said with a smile.

She laughs and gives me another look from her arsenal of adorable looks.

“I just did and I mean it. You have an amazing cock.”

“The better to please you, my Dear.”

She gives me the most adorable smile. It makes me melt into her arms, but I hope she’s too wrapped up in ecstacy to notice.

No wonder she had so many boyfriends in high school. She’s a great fuck and now, I know it and appreciate it.

My cock is still inside her pussy and I wiggle it slowly inside her. She’s still on top of me so I can’t move much, just enough to let her know it’s there. She gets the hint, wraps me up and holds on tight.

I stand, with her clinging to me, carry her to the motor cover and lay her on her back with her ass hanging off the edge. I put my hands behind her knees, move her legs on my shoulders, lean over her and plant my hands on the motor cover on either side of her tits.

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I had never known my dad this mad. He was furious. He just went on and on. I did not have to lie to him. I never had a chance. I never got to say a thing. I just sat there and sweat and froze. I was shaking violently.

The calls would be early tomorrow, because dad had to leave for a long meeting at Aronow & Associates and mother was committed to helping with a Make-A-Wish bake sale at nine.

Anger filled the room. That was it; meeting over. My dad was screaming angry things I will never remember as my parents stormed out of the kitchen and up to their bedroom.

I sat choking on a strange vomit that just rode in my throat. I could hardly breathe. I reached up under the remains of my blouse. I was hot in some places and freezing in others. My breasts were lactating everywhere.

When I could finally get down from the stool I made my way up to my room. I was so sick. I vomited twice. I dropped on my bed and just lay there shaking. I could hear my heart in my ears. I was unable to move, unable to think. Finally, I crawled into the bathroom one more time to vomit.

My world had completely collapsed. I had no options. I had no one to call. I had no one to talk too. Everything was dark, horrible, and chaotic.

Throwing Kyle under the bus…impossible! He was a nice, benign, preppy guy and his parents were even more preppy and boring, but if he got hit with something like this, the shit would hit the fan. His dad was a civil trial lawyer…do I need to say more.

Kyle had professed over and over how much he loved me, but that was when I was a cute virgin with a nice little ass and he wanted things to progress with me sexually. Now, knocked up by someone else he would have nothing to do with me. He was not the hero type at all. His parents, like mine, had instilled an outline for his life and it did not include marrying a pregnant girl while he was still a teenager.

Even If I was able to trick him into a marriage, the thought of Kyle and his family the day a black baby arrived caused me to convulse all over. Anything with Kyle and a “marriage” was beyond any consideration.

Jamal would do anything for me, but in the light of all this, there was nothing he could do that was worth considering. Living with him was a fantasy of the highest order. I had this picture of me sitting alone in his big condo, waiting for all hell to break loose. He was a grand good guy…and a hell of lover…but beyond that we had nothing in common. When my parents learned where I was and what had happened to me, my life and his would not be worth living. There would be no protection for me in the normal suburb.

I sat on my bed tormenting. I could not have been more alone, more lonely, more tortured. I was as caught as a grizzle bear in one of those pipe traps. I had no way out. Nothing made sense. I looked over at my alarm clock…almost two.

My mind shut down I flopped backward on the bed, but stark terror kept my eyes wide open and tears flowed down toward my ears. I looked at the clock again…ten minutes had passed. The morning would be here inevitably. I was doomed at dawn.

I kept watching the number changing on the clock. At two thirty a light bulb came on and I sat up. I needed someone to at least know what was going on here at home. I felt like I was in real danger. What kind of hell would I face in the morning when I had to confess to my parents?

My dad was as angry as anyone I have ever seen and he thought I was pregnant by Kyle, a handsome, white, classmate with a big future. Can you imagine my morning if he learned the truth…if I confessed the truth?

“Dad let me tell you the truth. I am a thief, a felon shoplifter, who fucked a big black security guard to avoid going to jail. I am three months pregnant with his baby.”

Get my casket ready.

I honestly could not trust my dad right now. I had never seen anyone so angry and he had guns in his bedroom.

I needed to talk to somebody. Call Jamal…came sweeping across the dark horrors in my head. At least he should know what was going on with me in case something violent happened.

Jamal’s number rang and rang, both times I tried. There was no answer. Thank goodness. What would I say to him anyhow? He could not protect me. He had absolutely nothing to offer a pregnant white girl in an all white world with parents ready to kill her. Getting Jamal involved in any way would be nuts. Think about how my parents would react if they knew who it was that did this. My dad would have him in jail in a heartbeat, probably for life.

Call Kyle? No way. Think about that.

I tormented. There was no way to get my mind organized. Everything kept going around in a circle, faster and faster. I struggled time after time to just stop this “wheel of panic”. And every time I tried the pointer stopped on one square…Bobby.

PANIC

At two forty five in the middle of the night my Mustang quietly drifted backward out of the driveway into the dark. I had somehow changed into shorts and a sweater. I was physically sick as I drove. Several times I thought I would have to stop and vomit. The streets were empty. Traffic lights were mostly blinking yellow. My head spun so badly I feared going off onto the sidewalk several times.

Finally, I manage to get down to the hood. Here everything was wide awake. Bobby’s street was alive. There were several black guys sitting on his porch. I could hear music playing from somewhere. The street was parked full, but his drive was empty as usual.

There was a commotion as I pulled back along the house. A very big black guy opened my door and led me up the back steps. Bobby came out to the back porch rubbing sleepy eyes. I remember crying when I saw him. He said nothing, just gave me a strong embrace, a deep sweet kiss, and led me up to his room on the second floor. Everything he did was filled with kindness.

His room was big and fancy. His bed was enormous. I was an emotional wreck.

I remember him taking off my clothing. He gave me what he called a sleeping pill. I remember the warmth of his body. I remember his lips. I remember the blackest night with deep sound sleep.

I awoke some long time later. It was daylight. I was completely nude, covered with a blanket, lying beside Bobby in his large four poster canopy bed. I was resting on his right arm as he lay propped up on several big pillows, looking down at me, smiling, wide awake. I will always remember the feeling that came over me…I was a little girl again. I was safe. There was no one here that would scream at me, condemn me, or ridicule me or worse.

“Wow girl, you damn near slept the clock around. It’s the middle of the afternoon. Bet your feeling a lot better now.”

I moved up a little on his arm to look toward the window.

“How long have you been awake?”

I asked quietly.

“I’ve been here for hours, holding you and letting you catch up on that rest.”

He smiled down,

“You really needed some special attention when you got here last night, lover. You were at the end of your straw.”

“I wondered what the hell had happened to you until I started to hear things around the hood. They tell me that whole white world shit on you big time. You had every reason to me a mess. Guys in building maintenance at the hospital put out that a bitch in reception did you in, big time. She set the whole world on you.

You came to the right place. I’m glad you got here without getting hurt. Bobby will always have your back. I put things together for you right after you got here. I had my guys put your car in the garage so it wouldn’t be found and I put the word out in the hood that we want you to have full protection here. You’re safe. Not even the fuzz will mess with you here. I got it all under control.”

I turned on my side to face him and hugged him so tightly my breasts started to respond.

“Bobby you cannot imagine the horror I went through and they only know a small part of the story. I have never seen people so angry. Thank you for taking me in. I’m so happy to be with you, to be safe from that nightmare if only for a few minutes. “

He looked at me with a mock disgust.

“What do you mean…a few minutes, girl? Get that minutes stuff out of your mind. A few minutes don’t solve it for you. You came here out of a world of shit and abuse that ain’t going away. It will only get worse, far worse, if you go back and they beat the whole story out of you. They don’t give a damn about you and you know it. There is nothing but hurt for you there, and you don’t need any part of their crap; understand?”

He hugged me to him,

“On the other side there is nothing but happiness and love for you here.”

He hesitated looking down at me. He was so concerned about me. I could feel loving commitment in every word.

Bobby was a loving guy, but he was forceful and blunt. He put everything right on the table for me,

“If you think you want more of that shit back home, Caroline, go back right now, before all the kindness down here gets further under your skin. Don’t stay and get caught up in all the love that’s here for you or you will never go back. Get up, right now, and head home. I’ll have your car backed out and ready by the time you get dressed and down there. Just say the word.”

He hesitated again. Looking at me with the most possessive look I have ever seen,

“But understand; if you stay here now, you are here with me from now on; understood?”

The horrible scene in the kitchen last evening came flooding back. My dad’s angry face; I had never seen anyone so angry; my mother crying uncontrollable with disappointment and sorrow.

I lay there cradled in Bobby’s loving arm, warm, safe, comfortable.

Slowly, revolutionary thinking came over me. I lay on his arm in comfort and security, but I knew his last words were not an idle threat. “If you stay you are here from now on.”

With that foremost in my mind, came to the most significant conclusion of my life.

There was a bad element in my home life that I had never allowed myself to truly consider. It became clear last night.

My parent’s anger last night explained so much. I could not get the intensity of my parent’s anger out of my mind. I had never seen people so distraught. Why, oh why, would they be so angry knowing only what they knew? So I was pregnant. They thought it was by a fellow classmate, Kyle. If that were true as they believed, that would not be the end of the world. It happens. It might have called for some disappointment on their part, but nothing like the vial, hateful, treatment I got from them.

It had to be something much more…something that went far beyond the obvious…and as I lay there it became clear.

Their love for me was very twisted and wrong. Think about it. I was a scared pregnant girl, but I was still their only daughter, and they had not offered even one expression of concern or love. They had offered nothing supportive. No compassion what so ever.

There was a reason…a very big reason…and here was that reason. All their love for me was completely self serving. The entire diatribe had been about them. It was all about the disappointment they were going to experience…the embarrassment at the club…the embarrassment in the neighborhood…the escort gaziantep ofise gelen bayan terrible impression this pregnancy would make with relatives and their friends.

As I lay there, cradled in Bobby’s loving arms, my thinking continued to expand. All these years, I had been nothing but a show piece for my parents. As long as I was the cute, well dressed, a good student that showed well, everything was grand; but one wrong step (admittedly a very big step) and I was persona non grata. The whole thing was about what a nightmare this was going to be for them, what a humiliation for them.

Through the years I did everything right. To them I was just like a prize cow at the county fair. I showed well.

Well now their cow was knocked up with big utters and they had kicked her out of the barn into the cold. She had embarrassed them. They did not hate me…they didn’t even know me. I was only a show piece and now I was ruined.

I sobbed. Bobby hugged me gently and slowly all the nasty stuff was pushed from my mind by the warmth and promise of his body next to me. I had the settling feeling that comes with a final good decision. To my parents I was nothing but a trophy, but to man beside me I was important in my own right. His concern was all about me. His interest was helping me do those things that were best for me.

I hugged Bobby tightly and moved upward to his lips. He pulled me over on top of him, I spread so naturally and he entered me smoothly. My arms went around his head and my face went down past his right ear as I murmured with joy. For the next twenty minutes I clearly demonstrated not only that I was staying with him, but I was most grateful to be able to do so.

We finished absolutely together and he kept me on top of him as he hugged me repeatedly.

“Girl, what a way to tell me you have made your decision. That other world will never have another chance to dump on you. You are here with me.”

I nodded and tightened my arm around his neck.

He looked up at me, moved upward into my body and I climaxed again in his arms. My legs straddled him firmly.

He murmured lovingly,

“You sure are on board in more ways than one, lover.”

I nodded and hugged him one more time and he responded, arching upward to drive me farther up the hill sexually.

Bobby had just climaxed a third time deep within me when we were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. I rose up and he looked at me warmly,

“Well, we have lots of good things we need to get done, Caroline.”

“That is one of my guys. I asked him to bring a car around front and take you over to Treys Gallery.”

I hugged him.

“I have asked Trey to put a small commitment symbol on your cute tummy…just a sweet little memento of this contract between us.”

It was warm and safe beside him here in bed, but I understood his dark side as well. He was a loving man with a very kinky inclination. I worked to control my anxiety and the erotic desires welling up within me. He wanted to have me tattooed with some symbol that linked us together. Tattoos last a life time. A shiver passed though me. I was filled with questions.

I hugged him and kissed his lips.

“Bobby; how big? Where? I …”

“No questions girl…you have made your decision and I have made mine. I know you trust me completely or you would be headed home right now, right?”

I hugged him again.

“I need to hear your words, girl. Is there compete trust. The strong trust that you need to be here with me.”

The erotic drive within me overwhelmed any concerns or questions; hands down.

“Yes, I trust you. I trust you completely.

You can do what you want with me. I am yours”

I shook all over as I considered the level of commitment I had just given this very kinky black man. He had obviously made these arrangements before he knew my decision. What an optimist. No…he simply knew me very well.

Things went quickly. As I got up he handed me a blue velvet robe from his walk-in closet, nothing more. At the bedroom door a tall black guy took my hand and led me straight down the stairs, out the front door and into a waiting limo. I sat alone in the back. There was a drink waiting in the cup holder. The driver’s only words were,

“Bobby wants that little glass empty when we get to Treys. Ok?”

I nodded, he shut the door. I drank everything in one large gulp as the car started down the street. I wanted no opportunity for second thought. My parents had dumped me and this man loved me so. I fully trusted him. He had proven he was completely on my side in this.

Trey’s was a decent looking establishment in a strip mall sort of on the edge of the hood. I felt a bit embarrassed dressed only in the blue robe, but the driver circled to the back of the building and I slid out of the limo and into the back door. I felt happy and woozy already. The drink had, had its effect.

Just inside the back door, I was met by a short heavy black guy with a wide and ready smile.

He supported me as we moved back through the building. With each step I felt more lightheaded. Somehow I expected to. That is why I just gulped the drink in the car.

We ended in a small room at the back of the hall, where he half lifted me onto a table. I was on my back. I remember my robe falling open completely exposing me; at least I think it did. The world went dim. The last thing I remember was a buzzing sound as the short black guy bent over me and worked on my lower tummy. So this “symbol” was going to be on my lower tummy. My world went sort of black and brown and my thoughts became happy little bright colored snippets.

It seemed like only moments later when the short cute guy came around the table to examine a wide gold band that had been placed snuggly around my neck. In my haze I can only remember him turning it slowly and complimenting his accomplice on a good job.

The whole thing didn’t seem to take long at all. Within minutes I was in the Limo headed back to Bobby’s; although I cannot remember walking out to the car. I do remember that once I was seated, the driver placed a hot cup of coffee in the cup holder for my return trip. It tasted good. As the limo moved along I became more and more lucid and with that more and more curious about what had been done on my lower body. Slowly, I opened the front of the robe and looked down.

“Holy Shit”

Bobby had said he wanted a small symbol. Well he sure had one. It was his signature tattooed in dark black cursive; “BOBBY”, about half an inch high, decoratively outlined in red. The writing was centered just above my blond pubic hair. The entire tattoo was over an inch high and five inches long. It was like a large crown completely across the top of my pubic region.

An erotic panic brought me to full reality. It was large enough and bright enough that one could clearly read it from across the room. It was there for ever more, for the rest of my life.

For a moment fear and a flood of possible bad consequences flooded my mind, but I quickly covered up with the folds of my robe and all the bad thoughts were gone, only erotic thoughts prevail. I belonged to the kinkiest, perverted, pimp and I had willingly agreed to his placing this very possessive symbol on me permanently. This was so weird, so erotic and so dangerous, but it was a small thing compared to the shit I left behind in the white world.

Another emotional thought crossed my mind. This tattoo symbolized I had resigned myself to Bobby and with that I had resigned this pregnancy to his wishes as well. I knew what Bobby wanted, and what Bobby wanted Bobby got. He had been perfectly clear from the beginning. He wanted me to have this baby.

It was all over for me. My appointment at the woman’s clinic had passed while I was still in bed with Bobby this morning. I had missed it without cancelling. No need to think about seeing a doctor again about it. They clearly told me it was my last legal window to have an abortion even with the special exceptions. My options were gone.

In some ways I felt relieved. I was now going to do one very right thing among all the wrong things. I looked down at my obvious tummy. It was evident even with the robe. It was early October. I would be having a black baby in about five months.

Jamal was going to be a father. We needed to talk very soon. He was going to wonder what happened to me. He was going to be so confused. My relationship with him going forward was a big unknown, but my past “relationship” with him was clearly evident and growing inside me every day.

The limo moved deeper into the hood somehow symbolizing for me that the road ahead was uncertain, but my body was now committed. I just had to trust that Bobby would get me through all this.

I was almost back to Bobby’s when I realized I was also wearing a wide gold band around my neck. I swung a mirror from the side of the limo to examine it. It was a solid band about an inch wide with a gold ring in the front. It was snug on my neck. I rotated it slowly but could see no way to remove it. There was no clasp, no seam. That second guy had somehow installed it while I was out on the table being tattooed.

It was mid afternoon by the time I arrived back in the hood. I was completely wide awake and back to my normal self. The limo driver stopped right in front of the house and opened the door as Bobby came down the steps.

Bobby had the most possessive smile on his face. He reached for my hand to help me out of the car and lead me up the steps to the porch. Just before opening the front door to the house he reached into his pocket and produced a short gold chain which he promptly snapped onto my neck band. His smile was the most possessive expression I had ever seen.

Right there on the porch he released the tie to my robe and opened it. He moved behind me and slowly sensually he turned me around toward the street. He hesitated with my body and the tattoo fully on display and I watched the reaction of the black guys loitering nearby on the sidewalk, in the alley, and across the street. How possessive can a man be?

Once satisfied that everyone knew about my returning. He turned me and led me into the front room by the short gold chain. I looked around to see no less than twenty black men lounging around the living room. It was clear they knew I was coming back. I was immediately the center of attention. A clearly distinguishable murmur grew among them and then quieted as Bobby led me to the middle of the room.

The group of blacks all stood as one and closed around us as Bobby opened the front of my gown and turned me slowly to show the new tattoo signature to everyone. It was greeted with murmurs, and quiet positive comments. I glanced downward. The contrast of my blond pubic hair with the bright black and red of the tattoo were so evident.

Travis, the eunuch, came over, looked down at me, and smiled widely.

“Bobby, my man, this is one beautiful piece of art. You done laid a final claim on your pregnant bitch.”

He looked at me directly,

“Have you looked at your new artwork, Caroline?”

I could just sense what Bobby would want me to say. I looked escort gaziantep öğrenci bayan downward over my pregnant tummy,

“Yes, Travis. Bobby got me good, didn’t he? He knew it would drive me wild.”

I answered quietly. An uncontrolled tremor passed through my body. Bobby’s smile was something to remember.

He began to slowly turn me again. I could feel dampness. One more slow turn with my gown held back such that I was on full display and he took me slowly through the group of black guys and up the stairs. We arrived at a room I knew quite well.

BOBBY’S INIATION

We walked over together to sit on the edge of the bed. He turned toward me and carefully snapped the free end of the gold chain up to my neck band. He then let the chain fall down in a loop between my breasts like a piece of jewelry. It really was beautiful; a unique, very possessive, necklace.

He smelled so good. He looked so black so vibrant. Suddenly a new logic invaded my distracted mind. All this activity with Bobby—all his commitment—it was exactly what I needed to get rid of all the anger and worry from the “other” world. That white world was all about my parents; their friends, and their plans that I had to struggle to conform to. This world was all about me, right now, right here. My conformation was complete.

The world of hatred at home was far behind me, now. I was a new person. My decision about this pregnancy had been made for me, and I was tattooed with a commitment to this new world.

Bobby always seemed to be able to read my mind. He looked at me with the most loving expression,

“Well, Caroline you are fully committed now. All that insane crap in your other world is behind you. Stand up princess and let me see my lovely tattoo again.”

I stood, turned toward him, opened my gown like a theater curtain, and held it open. I knew what was coming. My pregnant tummy could not be cuter. I watched as his lips found his signature. He kissed each letter time after time, with his arms wrapped around beneath my gown holding me close. Then his tongue began to slowly descend through my thin pubic hair to find my most sensitive spot. For the next twenty minutes he devoured me. I was bound tightly in his strong black arms as he drove me out of my scull. I moaned freely, time after time until I began climaxing wildly and encircled his black kinky head to draw him inward even more tightly.

We remained bound together with his entire face buried in my sex as I trembled and shook all over. Finally he released me and allowed me to turn and collapse beside him on the edge of the bed. He reached over to take hold of my enlarged right breast and turn me to him. I could feel dampness everywhere.

He kissed me sweetly,

“Hey lover, I am going down to attend to some business. I want us to enjoy your new status.

There will be some company coming up to help you celebrate. Understand?”

I looked at him with my most incredulous look. He knew where he had taken me. He had done this to me many times before. He had heard my rampage on other men after he had me feeling like this. He had reports from these men after I was finished.

He knew he had me out of my mind with lust. He loved to hear me confess how much he owned me.

“Bobby, you own me and you know it. I am so ready to do whatever you want.”

He looked at me with that erotic smile and slowly reached down to fondle my right breast. It immediately responded into his hand. He licked his palm and returned it to my breast,

“I have several guys down there that want to come up here very badly. Do you want to take care of their needs for me?”

I smiled and nodded,

“You know I will sir. Just look at me. I will do anything you want.”

That was it. He was absolutely right. He knew exactly what type girl I was. I knew exactly what I was as well. We both knew exactly what would happen next.

He got up and looked down at me. It was the most possessive look I had ever seen. I shuddered with anticipation. It was clear he loved his work. He knew exactly where he had taken me. He knew exactly what to do next for me. He knew what I would do with whomever he sent to me.

“Good girl.”

I lay driven with desire as he turned and left the room leaving the door open.

Immediately a very young, very tall, very thin, very black young guy with a panicky look on his face came in. His eyes were filled with such lust.

I quickly sat up and turned to sit on the side of the bed. I removed the robe. I was completely nude. My arms went out automatically to greet him. He walked toward me while removing his shirt. He was rippled, so athletic looking. My hands found his belt buckle, then his boxers, then an enormous ready erection.

I went backward onto the bed pulling him with me. We move upward toward the pillows together. He came over me. I spread to the limit under him.

His weight was very light compared to others I had taken, but he was extremely athletic.

I was so ready; so moist. He entered smoothly and my vagina consumed his full length in one warm satisfying move. Our bodies came together tightly and his stroke began firmly right away. Twenty minutes later, with his unit buried to the limit in my body and his tongue buried to the limit in my throat, he came violently.

Once again Caroline broke the rules for a whore. She climaxed with her lover. She had fallen in love.

Dear reader, not a word had been spoken between us, but an emotional attachment had developed so quickly. It was another wonderful unique loving.

After a little rest we continued. We finished wildly together several more times and then he remained on top of me deeply embedded in my body as neither of us wanted this to end.

I felt safe, happy, and complete as a woman. There was no way the pain of the white world could find me beneath this wonderful creature.

It felt so natural to have him resting between my legs. Time and again he would shudder, drain, and then together we would tremble uncontrollably. Warm, loving feelings flowed between us. It was like we had known one another for years, but still not a word had been spoken.

Sometime later, he kissed me soundly, again and again, and then slowly lifted from my wet body. He arose from the bed and dressed while constantly looking down at me with the most committed expression.

In the semi-darkness our eyes locked on one another. His expression slowly changed into a kaleidoscope of satisfaction and possession. My heart was filled as well as my body.

A compulsion came over me. For some illogical reason I had to look down to see if BOBBY’S could have been erased by all the moisture and the loving motions. Can you believe I was relieved to see it had not? The tattoo stood out brightly in the semidarkness. I was a most possessed young woman–possessed on all levels.

He had noticed my glance downward to the tattoo and spoke for the first time,

“No question about where you belong, is there?”

He asked gently touching the tattoo,

I looked up right into his eyes, spread my legs every-so-slightly, and answered with a smile,

“There’s no question about where you belong either, is there my lover!”

He smiled broadly and bent down to kiss me.

“You’re sure right there. I belong right there.”

I rose up on my knees in the bed and encircled his neck as I kissed him. He deserved some additional affection and Caroline deserved it as well.

He looked up at me,

“You are very special, girl. You are everything brother could dream for.”

He very reluctantly turned away, looking down at me all the time.

“My time is up.”

He offered.

His expression said everything; he had come to me with lust…it was now love…honest love.

He went out the door and I fell back onto the clean pillows reflecting. My bed seemed so empty, my mind needed to be active right away to avoid feeling lonely.

Numbers always work their way into my thoughts. At least forty black guys had sexed me during the program I had been on with the “doctor”…maybe many more.

One by one I tried to recall them. As I did, I had to admit I had such strong affection for each of them. Although they might have viewed me as a whore, there had not been one unkind moment. They were lovers and each of them had come to me with a need and left in love.

Then the thought crossed my mind…I was certain all of them knew the program was a sham? It was easy to convince myself that they did.

It is all so complicated. Bobby is really such a good kind guy. He treats me like a princess. Why in the world would he do what he did to put together the program of deceit, why would Bobby go to all that trouble? Was it just the money? Surely, with all he had going on, he did not need to do that just for money. Was it just some wild altruistic game for him?

As I lay there thinking, a light bulb came on in my head; there was only one answer. Right from the beginning, in his own way, Bobby had been the good, kind, guy that I now knew and trusted. From the very beginning, Bobby only wanted me to do the right thing.

When his crazy program was finally revealed I initially thought he was a horrible self centered pimp. But, that was not the case. He really had my best interest and the best interest of this baby at heart right from the beginning. He put me through the whole thing because he wanted me to quit seeking dangerous alternatives and stay pregnant.

I relaxed in the bed with a completely new understanding that, for the first time, aligned everything. I gazed down over my nude body…my tattoo…my obvious tummy. Bobby was a good guy from the beginning. I was the one who had done wrong. I was pregnant when he met me. He had to play the hand he was dealt. He only wanted what was right.

Was that all there was to it, or was it a logical extension of the black man’s taboo desires for a white woman? There was no question he found such self worth handling my “situation”. I thought about all the black men who had sexed me. They all found such a possessive ego boost as they possessed my body.

As usual my mind moved back to numbers. It was like counting sheep. In addition to all those black guys that had sexed me during the program, last night alone I had taken at least ten more lovers…so I was going to count this lovely athletic guy as number fifty five. That was a good number for him. What a nice young guy. My, he was big, long and strong.

I had just finished my musing when another black lover knocked quietly on the jamb and slowly came through the open door.

He had removed everything in the hall except his boxer shorts. He made his way directly to the bed and into my waiting arms. He was ready, so very ready. I had learned to let my lovers have some freedom as to what they did with me, and much to my surprise he wanted me on top of him. What a good idea. I loved to be on top. I had learned that afternoon last summer with Bobby, when I am on top I can place things right where I want them to be. I reached down between us and guided a very thick, very hard, black male unit directly to the spot deep within my vagina that drove me crazy. escort bayan oğuzeli I then slid down along him further until I had him pressing firmly against the two erotic spots at the top of my vulva. He had me…or I had him…all three of the wild spots deep in my body were engaged.

When I was finally in this perfect position, my large breasts were also suspended just above his face. They were filled and a bit of a bother. I leaned down close to his ear

“My breasts really need attention.”

That was all I got to say for the next hour. He went to work as requested. It felt so good. He consumed from one and then the other, all the time gently supporting and massaging with both hands. My reaction was immediate but there was still no way he knew how appreciative I was.

I moaned and began a slow grinding circular on his body. Together we found a wonderful relationship. For the next hour we dedicated ourselves to taking as much as we gave. He took my lactation and delivered his sperm into my vagina.

Bobby finally came to my room around eleven in the evening. The door was standing open; it had been open all along. He quietly knocked on the door jam and then turned to go back down the steps. At some point my black lover had turned me over and moved on top to relax. The knock was his signal that time was up. Without the knock we would have been right here for the remainder of the night. We embraced. He came down near my right ear kissed me and whispered,

“Wow woman, what a lover you are. I have to tell you though, I am not surprised. I knew you would be from that first day I followed you when you shoplifted at Mallmart.”

My heart jumped. He was one of the guards that originally caught me. I released my arms from around him and tried to look into his face. He lifted and looked down with a smile.

“Did you remember me?”

I brought him back down against me,

“I would much rather remember this.”

I commented.

He looked down at me with such a loving expression,

“I am so glad Jamal didn’t arrest you that day. What a waste that would have been.”

He hugged me. We kissed again. He slid out of the bed and into his boxers and was gone.

I lay very still, nude, flat on my back looking downward in the semidarkness. My tummy was very distinct and cute, my tattoo was very obvious. I smelled very good, and much loved. My black lover count was up one more.

WORKING WOMAN

I was just dozing off when Bobby returned. My door was standing open. He walked in, smiled down at me in the bed, and then reached down to snap his gold chain onto my neck band. An unmitigated sensual thrill passed through me from head to foot as he tugged gently on the chain as a signal to get up and follow him.

I stood up and he led me out and down the hall completely nude. The hall was dark, but I could see shapes of others moving down at the far end.

Once in his room Bobby took me directly to his bed. He stood for a moment taking off his African Caftan looking down ward at me all the time. I purposely make sure my eyes stayed locked on his as he moved about and came onto the bed and slid very close to my right side. His arm went under my neck and we rolled to face one another in a firm embrace.

Finally, he said something,

“Princess, you are something very special. I knew it from the beginning. As scared as you were that day I met you, you needed sexual attentions so badly and you took me so willingly. That alone told me so much.”

He smiled at me,

“All these guys love you. I get the best reports. Bobby has a fine new white girl. Couple of those guys that were here tonight knew you from before. The word is out. All over the hood there is powerful expectation. You’re getting lots of attention as a loving lady. Are you happy with all that?”

I hugged him.

“Yes sir. If it is what you want for me.”

It felt so good to be close to him; to be safe in his house and in his realm, and in his neighborhood. All the hate and screaming was far behind me. Every black guy he had introduced me too had been so loving—so caring and so genuine. I was no longer just a cute show piece to be put on display at the country club in a new spring dress. I was somebody for the first time in my life. I was truly the center of attention.

Bobby reached to his bed side stand and brought over a small tube of body cream. He started with my feet and proceeded to massage and put moisturizer on every inch of me as he continued softly talking.

It was quite late, or maybe quite early when he wrapped me in his arms and I heard his breathing turn heavy.

I awoke late morning to the smell of good coffee and bacon. I was alone in Bobby’s big bed, absolutely nude.

Bobby had just come in the door followed by another black guy with a large tray. Breakfast in bed, what a treat!

Quickly I checked and was pleased to learn, Caroline had retained everything that had been delivered into her body last evening. There were no embarrassments in Bobby’s beautiful bed. Thank goodness because, Bobbie came into the bed and we propped up on big pillows close together to enjoy breakfast.

Halfway through the meal he pointed across to a garment on his rattan dresser.

“I had that outfit over there brought up for you to wear today. I think you are going to look like a million bucks in it.”

I looked at him and smiled. His face had the luster of controlled passion I expected, but in addition he looked strangely troubled. He took a sip of coffee and then continued,

“There are two uncomfortable things we need to get behind us as soon as we can.

The first is to have a get together with that big stud Jamal. I want him to know the set up at the hospital blew up in your face and he is going to be a daddy. I also want him to know that you are safe here with me. We want to test how much he really wants to be involved. Not that it matters too much. Bobby has everything under control no matter what Jamal wants. It’s just we want him happy. We don’t want any surprises. ”

I looked at Bobby and said nothing. I knew this was part of the whole equation that needed an answer at some point, but it was all so scary. I had no idea how Jamal would react or what would happen, but Bobby was right—it was better to do it quickly.

He sat in silence a moment,

“The other thing is how to let your parents know you are ok without creating a war. Right away this morning I want my contacts to find out is if anyone has filed a missing person report on you. That could be a thorny issue. We sure do not want anyone snooping around down here looking for you. Maybe what is needed right now would be an untraceable phone call from you; maybe to you mother”

He went silent pondering.

When the meal was finished, he set the tray outside the door and went into the master bath together. His all glass shower was wonderful. There was no way a man could have been more attentive to his lady.

A full thirty minutes later we returned to the bedroom wrapped in towels. Bobby asked me to stand by the bed for a moment while he went over to the rattan dresser and returned with a tribal sarong over his arm. It was beautiful in opposing colors to what he was wearing. He took my towel and helped me into it. It had a beautiful fragrance and fit me perfectly. It was a thin luxurious velvet material held in placed by a colorful matching belt around my waist.

A glance in his full length mirror told me I was gorgeous, but it concealed very little. My light blond pubic hair was not discernible, but the tattoo right above could be read through the garment if someone really looked.

I slipped my feet into leather sandals Bobby had brought from the closet. He went down on one knee in front of me to wrap the leather ties of my sandals up around my lower legs. Strange erotic emotions overtook me as I looked down on his blackness. He worked at my legs slowly while often glancing over at our image in the mirror. He could easily be a royal king from some exotic African land with his white, blond, blue eyed slave girl. A shudder passed up through me starting deep in my body. This man owned me.

This all was so strange. I was desperate when I arrived here in the middle of the night. My world at home had completely collapsed into terror. I have never known anyone to be as angry as my folks that evening. I arrived here just looking for any port in a storm. I thought Bobby would provide me some protection, but it would be short term and at a price.

Little did I know how far he would take all this. In his strange kinky way this man loved me like no one ever had. Once I understood his motive regarding this pregnancy everything fell into place. I was in a safe loving place. This wonderful treatment was such an indicator of who he really was. All these other confusions in my life could be worked out as long as this man was on my side.

I reached down and gently rubbed his shoulders as he worked with the ties on my lower legs.

As I did, I became aware that my breathing had turned to panting. Just this one act of sensual loving kindness on his part was all it took to have me so turned on again. There was no way to hide how I felt about him.

When Bobby finished with the sandals, he stood up, took my gold chain and led me over to his full length gold framed mirror. I stood looking at my image as he came around behind me still holding the chain.

For the next several minutes we stood looking in the mirror. Time after time he hugged me and enthralled me with platitudes. Each loving comment he made took me higher. Bobby knew exactly what to say. He knew exactly what my ego needed to hear. Finally, he turned me toward him, adjusted the top of my outfit unnecessarily, and kissed me.

He smiled,

“Wow, I sure like this outfit. You look great in it. This is one of a several things I had sent over here for you to wear. My, you confirm I have good taste. I know they will all as attractive on you.”

He smiled warmly. Looked at me approvingly and together we walked out of the room and down the hall toward the stairwell.

I felt such empowerment as we left the room. Not a word had been said, but I knew I was number one in his heart. My relationship with Bobby had taken on new meaning. I had won him over completely. He loved me and I would do anything he wanted me to do. I now realized just how far he would go for me. He willingly took charge of everything, even the uncomfortable details…the call to Jamal…the contacts with my parents.

As I stood there in his embrace, interesting thoughts occurred. Love and true affection are powerful tools. Prior to me, Bobby probably thought he had everything, but when I came into his life he realized there was so much more. He scammed me not to hurt me, but to protect this baby. It had to hurt him terribly when I learned about what he was doing, reacted, and returned to the white world in anger. He undoubtedly thought I was gone.

There was so much more neither of us understood until I returned. Once I returned, I realized all he wanted to do, right from the moment he met me, was the right thing for me and this baby. Something I would never have done if left to my own devices. He brought me into his life to handle things the way he wanted and protect this baby.

When I came back, I brought with me something he had never had before…true affection and commitment…and it was obvious he now realized how much that added to his life.

There was such a bond between us, such a mutual need for one another. I followed him out the door and toward the stairwell. I felt beautiful.

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Jessica had been working for a small, private company, where she was one of six data analysts. She worked directly for the owner, Gabe, who also managed the other twenty-three employees in the office. She was doing alright, but had been at the same level, and getting the same pay, since she joined the company nearly four years ago.

When her husband’s company down-sized, causing him to lose his job selling mechanical equipment, their finances got extremely tight….to the point where they were barely making ends meet. The job market was especially tight at the time, so his prospects for getting a new job looked slim. After thinking about it for a day, or so, Jessica decided to meet with her boss and see if she could convince him to give her a raise.

The following day she waited until all her co-workers had left for the day, then stepped into her boss’ office and settled herself in the chair facing his desk.

She had worn a low cut silk blouse that day….no bra….and a narrow, hip-hugging skirt, with 4” heels…hoping her appearance might help influence the conversation. She leaned forward, so that her 35DD breasts swayed back and forth slightly as she said, “I need a promotion and a raise, Gabe. I’ve worked here four years with neither, and my husband just got laid off, so our finances are a mess.”

With his eyes locked onto her jiggling tits and impressive nipple bumps poking through her silk top, Gabe stood up and stepped out from behind his desk. He leaned his butt back against the front edge of his desk, and said with a grin, “Hold on there, Jess….I can’t just hand out promotions and raises willy nilly.”

“Well, Amy and Sandy both got promoted this year, escort gaziantep manken bayan and I do more work than either of them….I really need that raise.”

Gabe chuckled and said, “Well, Amy and Sandy both stay late one night each week and do extra work with me, so they’ve earned their promotions.”

“I can stay late sometimes….what do I need to do to get promoted?”

Gabe laughed, leaned forward and slipped one hand into Jessica’s blouse and began caressing her right tit. With the other hand he gently pinched her left nipple through the thin silk fabric.

“It depends on how badly you want it….”

Jessica’s eyebrows shot up when Gabe grabbed her boobs, but she stayed where she was and reluctantly let him fondle her tits for a while as she said, “B-b-but….I’m married, Gabe.”

Gabe smiled at her and said, “So are Amy and Sandy….if you want that promotion, this is how you get it. So….do you want it?”

Jessica hesitated….then lowered her eyes and nodded.

Gabe grinned and said, “Excellent…I’ve had my eyes on these tits ever since you started working here. Go ahead and unzip me and pull out my cock….I think you know what to do from there.”

Jessica leaned forward and unzipped Gabe’s pants, then reached inside and fished out his prick, which was already starting to grow from anticipation. She was a little surprised at how big it was….almost 9”….and he wasn’t even fully erect yet. She let it hang between his legs for a few seconds as she looked it over. It was pretty impressive….it stuck out from his hips with a bulbous tip that seemed to weigh it down….causing a smooth bend escort gaziantep masaj yapan bayan in the shaft so that the head was pointing at the floor in front of her.

Still leaning forward, Jessica reached out with one hand and lifted Gabe’s cock….hefting it, like she was weighing it in her palm. As she began sliding her hand up and down his stiffening pole, Gabe unbuttoned her blouse, and pushed it off her shoulders so her boobs could swing freely beneath her. He playfully slapped them to make them sway back and forth for a few seconds, then grabbed her nipples and gently pulled on them, before releasing them to watch them bounce back and jiggle.

“My God, Jess….these tits are amazing! I’m so glad you decided to ask for a raise.”

After a minute, or so, of enjoying her wobbling boobs, Gabe reached out and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her farther forward, encouraging her to take him into her mouth. Jessica opened her mouth and sucked the tip of his penis inside, bobbing her head back and forth while she continued to stroke his now fully erect shaft.

Gabe closed his eyes and continued to fondle Jess’s tits with one hand, while using his other hand to pull her head back and forth on his cock, rocking his hips into every forward motion and murmuring his pleasure.

“Holy shit, that feels great, Jess…..yeah, just like that……yeah…..yeah…..keep going…..yeah….my God, that feels good…..”

Jessica sucked and stroked Gabe’s rigid pole for several minutes until he suddenly pulled her head hard into his groin and held it there while he blasted several streams of hot, creamy gaziantep masöz escort bayan jizzm down her throat.

“Oh, yeah….keep going….I’m gonna cum…..yeah….yeah….aaahhhhh…..aaahhhhhh….God, that feels fantastic…. hmmmmm….yeah…..nice….hmmmmm….”

Jessica struggled to contain the explosion of cum in her mouth, and some managed to trickle out past his shaft and down her chin….some of it even dripping onto her wobbling tits. She swallowed as much as she could, then continued pumping his glistening shaft, pulling every drop of cum out of his cock until his balls were finally empty.

When Gabe finally finished cumming, Jessica stroked his softening prick for another minute, or so, then released it and let it flop down between his legs, where it wobbled and swayed…..spent, but still impressively long and thick….the bulbous tip swinging back and forth like a pendulum.

Still catching his breath, Gabe gasped, “Holy shit, Jess….that was amazing. You’re definitely getting a promotion.”

Jessica pulled her blouse back on and began buttoning it up, while Gabe’s flaccid dick continued swaying loosely between them.

She said, “What about my raise?”

Gabe nodded and started stuffing his flaccid cock back into his slacks, saying, “OK, Jess….here’s how it’ll work….you stay late one night a week, and you’ll get the raise you’re asking for, starting in next week’s paycheck.” As Jessica finished buttoning her blouse, Gabe reached out and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand and added, “I have to admit, Jess….you’ve certainly earned it.”

Gabe told Jessica she could stay late on either Mondays or Thursdays, explaining, “Amy and Sandy stay late on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and I’ve got date night with my wife every Friday after work, so either Monday or Thursday….your choice.”

As Gabe helped her up from the chair and walked her toward the door, Jessica – still in a bit of shock – murmured, “Thursdays, I guess….”

Gabe smiled, squeezed her ass and said, “Perfect,” as he opened his office door and ushered her out.

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I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock – ten inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

At eight on the Friday I am looking forward to meeting the media lady who has ‘never sucked or been fucked by a man with a ten-inch erection’. I am still unsure if a third person will be involved.

I was expecting a local person, instead I recognize Zondra, a brunette lady in her mid-forties from English television broadcasts. I had always admired her good looks, tall, slim, size 10-12 body, with well formed long legs and ass.

I had often wondered if she was bi-sexual and now I know as she introduces, Cindy, an attractive, short haired blond, who I learn is her thirty-year old locally based intern. Cindy can’t keep her hands off her as she kisses her.

“I can’t leave Australia without some serious sex with a male. Ada promised you had large, thick cock – ten-inches when erect. That is serious equipment Michael. Let’s see if it’s true.

“I am starved for some sex with a man, I promised my man no fucking while I was away, no mention of blowing another man or some lesbian sex though,” she smiles at me as we watch each other undress. Even better tits than I always imagined and good nipples. I have an almost full on erection as Zondra is down to her heels and tiny black g-string as I slide my cock over the front of my jock strap.

“Wow, that really is serious equipment Michael, I love a challenge and blowing your erection will really challenge me.

“For starters Cindy can lick me while I blow you. She has been my stand in lover ever since I arrived here. Is that fine with you?”

“You have probably heard stories about kinky English people. I want you to spank my naked ass before we commence. Then I won’t feel escort gaziantep kızıl bayan so guilty about doing something my man wouldn’t approve of. Even better it will be a huge turn on for me. And maybe you Cindy?,” she teases.

I can’t quite believe a gorgeous ass I have admired and ogled for years is naked apart from her tiny black g-string and laying across my lap. “The cheeks of your ass look absolutely fantastic in that g-string,” I tell her

“Spank it for me, then I won’t feel so guilty giving you a blow job,” she whispers. “Harder, harder,” that is a turn on, a huge turn on. I like it. Are you watching Cindy?”

“Yes I am, and I like watching a man doing that to you.”

“That’s ten, is my ass red? Two more, then the three of us can have sex, I love you slapping my ass. Do you really like watching Cindy?”

“Wow, you are kinky Zondra. That really was something new for me, I never would have guessed,” Cindy tells her as she rubs some cream over Zondra’s ass. An extra turn on for me watching another woman with her hands on an ass I had admired for years.

“My libido is sky high, I want to blow you while Cindy licks me to orgasm. Watch her and tease your erection for me, before I start on you Michael,” Zondra whispers as she settles in a chair with her legs apart.

“You know what I like Cindy, love it,” Zondra tells her as she licks and kisses her way up her thighs. “So good with a thick, hung man watching, your tongue is so good Cindy,” she moans as her tongue finds her clit.

“Look at my nipples Michael, look how big they become when I am really aroused. Lick and suck them for me before I blow you.”

They really are exceptional I muse as I enjoy licking and sucking them as she asked while she strokes and teases my erection with her fingertips.

“Would you like me to lick and kiss your balls,” she teases as she commences without waiting for an answer. I can see Cindy glancing to see exactly what Zondra is doing to me.

She has me on edge as she asks, “Would you like me to lick and kiss your nipples before I blow escort köle bayan gaziantep you,” she teases even more as she strokes my erection. Are ready for your blow job now?”

“You are a big tease Zondra, but I like it, a huge tease,” I moan as she licks, kisses and sucks my nipples.

“I want this to be special for both of us, very special, I have never had a cock as large as yours, even better with Cindy licking me,” she whispers as she licks and kisses the full length of it.

“Are you ready for me?,” she teases me even further, as she takes the tip of my erection between her lips and flutters her tongue on my cock.

“You are huge, fucking huge, can’t wait to tell my girlfriends back home how I blew a ten-inch Aussie man while a lady was licking my cunt,” she tells me, soto voice, after she slides three inches of my erection between her lips, then releases.

Then she resumes sucking me. I love the way she is sucking my cock while she teases her big nipples with a fingertip on each. Even more exciting as Cindy is pleasuring and lapping her wet cunt lips with her tongue.

Then she moves my hands so I am teasing her big nipples with a fingertip on each.

I can feel her body shaking as she orgasms. Once, Twice.

“To hell with it, I want you to fuck me with your ten-inches. I have waited all my life for a ten-inch fuck, I am not going to miss out now after traveling all the way to Australia.

“Fuck me standing against the wall, I won’t feel so guilty that way.

She is standing with her back to the wall, legs spread as I kneel and lick her clit. She has her hands on either side of my head guiding my tongue along her cunt lips. Up and down, sideways. Her thighs are pressing sideways against my shoulders. Then she has her thighs on my shoulders.

Then one foot on my shoulder. Her whole body is moving in a fucking motion against my tongue and lips as she mutters almost incoherently, ‘fuckame, fuckame, fuckamycunt.’

“So good, that is so good, while I am ogling your huge, ten-inch erection. So good, so fucking good,” she moans as her gaziantep kumral escort bayan body trembles before she has a huge, long orgasm.

“Your cock is huge, you have a huge, ten-inch erection. I want it, I must have it, now, right now,” she tells me as she tongue kisses me with a hand sliding along it.

“Give it to me, now, right now, all of it,” she is moaning as I slowly tease my full length into her while she passionately tongue kisses me.

I had almost forgotten Cindy until I sight her standing side on watching me fucking her bisexual, lesbian lover.

“Watching him slide his thick, ten-inch cock into my lesbian lover is making me jealous. It is also turning me on,” Cindy whispers.

Then I can feel her hands on my ass as it moves in a fucking motion into her lesbian lover.

“That is such a turn on for me, a new sexual experience,” Cindy is moaning as I feel her dragging her fingernails across my ass cheeks, then digging her nails into my ass cheeks, softly at first, then harder and harder. I like it.

Then Cindy and Zondra are furiously tongue kissing as I increase the tempo of my fucking.

I have two hands on the wall bracing myself as I vary the tempo of my fucking. Slow, then faster and faster. Cindy is licking and sucking Zondra’s huge nipples.

I can’t hold back the huge orgasm I have coming much longer, the veins in my cock are bulging, as Zondra is urging me on.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder. I’m cumming, cumming, cumming. Now, now, right now, yes, oh yes, fuck yes,” she is screaming as her head shakes from side-to-side and her whole body shakes with a huge orgasm.

“I have never watched a ten-inch man masturbate, do it for me, Cindy as well,” Zondra smiles wickedly.

I commenced by running my fingertips along the bottom of my erection. I am so close already. A huge extra turn on with two naked women avidly watching. Then tease the full length my cock with a fingertip and thumb tip. I am on the edge, right on the edge as I increase the pressure. The two women have their hands all over each other as they watch me.

“Count to ten for me,” I mutter, wondering if I can hold out that long.

“I love a tease,” Zondra smiles as she begins the count, “One, two, three, four. The veins in your huge ten-inch cock are bulging. How much longer can you last? Five, six …”

I can’t believe the noise I am making as I have huge, long orgasm with two bi-sex women watching and enjoying.

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Everyone wants to be happy! It’s not just a daily goal, it’s a lifetime one. But do we really know what it means to be happy? And do we have unrealistic expectations of happiness? Energy healer, personal development coach, and workshop facilitator Lia Bernardo gives us a clear picture on what happiness really is.
What is it really?
When we think of happiness, most of us imagine running through a field barefoot with the wind in our hair, laughing, and maybe holding a kite… with music playing in the background. Blame Hollywood and fashion magazines for this scene. But when you look into your heart, what exactly makes you really and truly happy? It’s got to take a lot more than a kite, bare feet, and grass.
“Happiness is a state of being,” says Lia. “I would the define happiness as the constant presence of joy that one feels in the heart, where there is union with the body, mind, and spirit. Look at a person and you can immediately tell if they are happy. They are light, glowing, easy to be with, and just generally at ease with themselves.”
So how do you keep that constant joy alive? Lia says, that depends on your way of thinking and your attitude. “Happiness is when one sees the positive side and focuses on that as opposed to the negative. escort kahramanmaraş bayan To put it simply, a positive and happy person will focus on the solution, whereas a negative and unhappy person will focus and dwell on the problem.”
How do you keep happiness inside you?
It’s so easy to know you are happy when you’re surrounded by friends, family, or your favorite things. Or after meeting your celebrity crush and having a photo taken with him. But after those events, what happens? These are highlights in life. Not the usual. What’s important is to keep the joy burning inside you even during the most boring, frustrating, or even unhappy moments.
The best way to do this is to “notice your reactions to things, people, and events in your life,” says Lia. “When a negative incident happens and you find yourself saying: What am I supposed to learn from this? Or why am I attracting this? Or what do I need to address to stop this from happening repeatedly? Then you address negativity in your life by focusing on the lesson, the solution, and the reason it has happened to you. As such, you take responsibility for everything that happens in your life. An unhappy person will blame another, escort kapalı gaziantep bayan blame the situation, blame the circumstances but never try to grow from it because it is always someone else’s fault.”
Lia also says it is important to take a good look at your relationships. “Your relationships are the most objective and most accurate measure of where you are at in your life right now,” she says. “If you are still blaming your parents, your spouse, or your friend for your misery, then this is an indication that there is work to be done on yourself.”
Related: Early risers may be thinner, happier
How can you achieve happiness?
“The simplest secret to happiness is to learn to love yourself fully and completely,” shares Lia. “There are no short cuts, no person can make you happy, no job can make you happy, no home or car can make you happy. You create your own happiness. The only way to happiness is to fully accept, trust, and love yourself. In short, be the person you want everyone else to be.”
How exactly do you do that? Most of us look outward for happiness. I will be happy when I get that new dress, that new house, that new boyfriend, that new haircut. But notice kaliteli gaziantep escort bayan how after you do get it, the happiness is fleeting. Lia says, “Focus on you. This is not selfish, this is growth. When you focus on yourself and ‘fix’ yourself, things around will automatically get fixed. If you are focusing on outside forces and other people, you will simply get frustrated and add more unhappiness into your life. Work on yourself.”
Related: 10 ways to get a positive outlook
What about unhappiness and sorrow?
Ah, a life without any sorrow or grief. Don’t we all wish for that? But that would be impossible. “Sorrow, grief, anger, sadness and so on are simply emotions that ought not to be judged but felt,” explains Lia. “How will you feel happy if you don’t know what sadness feels like? A loss in your life will create feelings of grief—this is a necessary part of losing someone you love. Being happy does not mean not feeling sadness ever, but rather, acknowledging and allowing sadness and addressing this as an opportunity for growth, or simply to just feel sadness at that particular moment because that is simply what you are feeling right now. These are emotions that one can never be without. However, a person who is truly happy can manage these emotions.”
So where do you think you rate on the happiness meter? How much work do you need to do in order to find true happiness? It’s not as easy as filling your life with the things you want, but in the long run, working on yourself and your attitude in life to find true happiness is more satisfying and definitely more lasting.

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The tale I am about to relate was told to me by a dear friend of mine. I had known her for about twenty eight years when she came to me with her story. I shall call her Nancy, which of course, is not her real name. Over the years she has shared many of her thoughts and troubles with me, and she certainly had plenty to share. A husband, whom I shall call Kevin, is an alcoholic and transvestite. He cannot perform sexually unless he is dressed in female clothes, and try as she might, Nancy can’t cope with this.

This ceased to be a problem, at least in one respect, when Kevin about five years into their marriage gave up all sexual activity with Nancy. This however left Nancy with the problem of what to do about her own sexual needs. Nancy is a person with a strong sexual drive, and one way of overcoming her difficulty was via a series of lovers.

Of course, Nancy could have got out of the relationship, but she tried to hang on for the sake of the two children Kevin had managed to sire on her in the early years of their marriage. At the time of the episode that she related to me and which I shall shortly pass on to you, Nancy was in her early fifties; she had been married twenty nine years, and there were by then grandchildren also to be considered.

In addition, Nancy felt sorry for Kevin and believed he would fall apart completely if she left him. So the marriage dragged on and Nancy adopted a strategy that, alongside her lovers, gave her some relief from the pressures of home life; she went house sitting for people going on vacation, and included in this was taking care of pets.

It was through house sitting that she came to take on a more profound role in one household. She house sat for a husband and wife, let us call them Dan and Vera, who are both lawyers. This marriage too, was almost on the rocks, but it did manage to produce “The Twins.” They were somewhat disconcertingly named, “Robert” and “Roberta”.

The busy work and social life style of this legal couple meant that Nancy was often called upon to baby sit the twins. This began very soon after they were born and Nancy came to play an extremely important part in the lives of the children. In fact, she became something of a substitute mother.

When the twins were around three years old their parents’ marriage finally broke up. This came about because Vera came home unexpectedly to find her husband in bed with her best friend. Dan departed the house to live with the best friend and Nancy came to play an even more important part in the lives of the twins.

Then Vera took on lovers herself, and this often meant trips away with her paramours, some extending over two or three weeks. Dan and Vera provided liberally for the children as far as money was concerned, but were too busy with their work and amatory affairs to provide the sort of love and nurturing that the children needed. I should point out that Dan’s extensive love affairs did not cease once he moved in with the “best friend.”

So Nancy was frequently shuttling back and forth between her own home, and the home of the twins, leaving the inebriated Kevin to manage on his own for a while.

That Nancy was deeply fond of the twins was undoubted. She is a very affectionate and loving person anyway. It was equally certain that the twins loved Nancy.

The years went by, as they tend to do, and it was when the twins entered their teenage years that a shift in their relationships with Nancy took place. This was initially most marked in Roberta. She became extremely petulant, insolent and contrary.

Oddly, the promiscuous parents of Roberta were very determined that their daughter remain virgo intacta. Roberta, on the other hand, had an equal determination to sacrifice her maidenhead at the earliest possible moment. Thus when Nancy took over the household during Vera’s amorous absences, she had the burdensome task of trying to restrain Roberta from sneaking out of the house on a boy hunt.

Robert, who knew of his sisters sexual activities, referred to her as a “slut” who was having it off with every boy in the neighbourhood. No doubt this was something of an exaggeration, but it did put a great deal of worrisome responsibility on Nancy’s shoulders. One might add the thought, “Woe to the parents who prize too highly their daughter’s virginity, the girl will always find a way of disposing of it.”

Finally Nancy spoke frankly to Vera, saying she could no longer cope with Roberta. The result was, that during those times Nancy was house sitting for her and, let’s face it, still sitting the now seventeen year old twins, Roberta, spitting, hissing and snarling like an infuriated tigress, was removed from the house to stay with a draconian aunt.

This left Nancy with the house and Robert to look after.

Robert was passing through his teenage years in a manner very different from Roberta. He tended to be shy and introspective and, having failed to get the love and affection he needed from his mother, he drew even closer to Nancy.

Another divergence from the Roberta life style was bayan escort that as far as Nancy could tell Robert was still a virgin. He did not seem to associate with girls or for that matter not much with boys, and the reason for this puzzled Nancy considerably. I have met the twins and their parents, and both the children have inherited their parent’s good looks. If anything, Robert seems to favour his mother’s blond hair and brown eyed features.

Now I should point out that, for all the difficulties that had beset Nancy in her life, she always looked at least fifteen years younger than she actually was. She has auburn hair, always worn long and, one must admit, now regularly dyed; she looks out at the world with very tender blue eyes; her wide mouth with full lips always ready to smile; and a slim figure with breasts, despite her earlier breast feeding, still nicely firm. In short, a very presentable and desirable lady, as witness her rather intricate sexual affairs.

She had a habit, and for all I know probably still does have, of dispensing with bras and panties when at home in hot weather, and home included when she was house sitting. The movement of her breasts beneath a soft shirt or dress, and the obvious outline of sweet little nipples, left little to the lascivious imagination.

I mention this because I don’t want you to have the impression that Nancy was like some of those Nannies you can see portrayed in films or on television; rather stern and unattractive. Nancy was far from such an image.

I have by implication suggested that Nancy was a Nanny, and of course she was really. The twins called her “Nan,” and that is why I have adopted the pseudonym of Nancy for her.

So it was when Nancy was in her early fifties, and looking in her mid thirties, that she came to me and told of her – what shall I call it? – “Her dilemma”? She seems to come to me with all her marital and love-life problems. I suppose I must have a sympathetic manner.

The dilemma began when Nancy was called upon to house sit for Vera once again. At that time the twins were eighteen years old, and Nancy felt that they were past the age when they needed “baby sitting,” and since Roberta would be carted off to the draconian aunt, she said to Vera, “Surely Robert could look after himself.”

You must understand that Nancy was not attempting to reject the task; on the contrary, she knew she would miss it badly, especially where her beloved Robert was concerned. But Nancy had a conscience about being paid for a job she did not feel warranted the money.

Vera protested along the lines that Robert would not eat properly and the house would get into a dreadful mess. Nancy mentally shrugged, thinking that if mother didn’t mind paying up, why should she worry about taking the money?

So Nancy moved in with Robert for a three weeks stint while Vera and her latest lover took off for distant lands and long sessions in bed.

Nothing untoward happened for the first couple of days, except that Robert seemed to be more affectionate than ever, and rather dejected. Looking, as she did, upon Robert almost as her own child, or even grandchild that he could virtually have been given her age, she tried to discover what ailed him.

His response to her early queries about what was troubling him was, “Oh, nothing really.” Nancy, having some understanding of boys that age and the moods they go through, did not pursue the matter, hoping the mood would pass. However, it did not pass, and it was during the evening of the third day of her stay that things came to a head.

It was Robert’s habit that, when he had completed any study projects he had to do, he joined Nancy in the lounge in the evening. It was also his habit, and for that matter Nancy’s habit, for them to cuddle up on the couch. Nancy is a very tactile person generally, and she had cuddled up with the twins since they were babies. Roberta, of course, had long renounced such “silly” ways, no doubt getting her cuddles and lot a more elsewhere.

Robert, on the other hand had, in recent years seemed to want more hugging than ever, and took any opportunity to touch and embrace Nancy.

Nancy accepted Robert’s hugs that evening but she expected that they would eventually lead up to a revelation of what was troubling Robert. Hugs with Robert had often before been the time when he talked about things that were troubling or concerning him.

On the evening in question Robert had his head lying between Nancy’s breasts, and she noticed that his lips were very close to one of her nipples. This was nothing unusual because Robert had lain against her, his head in that position, many times. Additionally Nancy confessed to herself and me that now Robert was no longer a child, but a young man, it was rather delightful to have his head lying between her breasts.

Nevertheless, Nancy was a bit disconcerted partly because Robert’s lips were very close to her nipple, and partly because she was having one of what she called her “liberation days”, being escort bayan free of bras, panties and wearing one of her more loose and filmy dresses. She also noticed that Robert’s hands were rather restless, and seemed to be wandering over her body.

For a long time they lay together and when eventually Robert spoke he asked what seemed an innocent enough question.

“Nan, you’ve been like a mother to Roberta and me ever since we were babies, haven’t you?”

“Well, I’ve had a lot to do with you.”

“I think you love us a lot, Nan.”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Even Roberta?”

“Yes. She doesn’t seem to want my love these days, but that doesn’t mean I can’t love her.”

“I want your love, Nan.”

“I know you do, darling.”

There was a long pause as Nancy waited to find out what was coming next, then:

“Nan, when we were little you used to bath us, didn’t you?”

“Quite often, yes.”

“Did you wash my co…er…penis?”

“Of course I did.”

“Did you mind doing that?”

“Well no…I didn’t mind.”

“It was very small then wasn’t it?”

“Yes, quite small.”

There was another long pause until Robert, apparently having decided to be bold, said a trifle breathlessly, “It’s huge now; you’d be surprised how much it’s grown, Nan.”

Nan being well aware of the male propensity to boast about the size of their sexual organ or feel inferior if they thought it undersized, responded diplomatically, “I don’t know about being surprised, it’s what I’d expect to have happened.”

“But Nan, it really is huge.”

Those lips had got even closer to Nan’s nipple and Roberts hand was stroking her thigh.

“Is it, darling,” Nan said, wondering where all this was leading.

“I wish you washed it for me now.”

Nan attempted a not very convincing chuckle; “I’m sure you can manage that yourself now, darling.”

“Yes, but it’s not the same, is it?”

At this point there came to mind some conversations Nancy had had with Dan. Over the years he had made several unsuccessful attempts to seduce Nancy, and as she had said to me, “It’s not that I don’t fancy him, but I’m not going to risk losing the work. If Vera found out I was having it off with her ex-husband, I’d be out on my ear.”

The specific conversations had concerned Robert and Roberta’s sexual welfare. As I have said, while both parents were concerned to keep Roberta’s virginity in tact, his father at least was more concerned that Robert should lose his.

“He needs to experience a woman, preferably an older woman at first,” Dan had said several times. His mother had never confided her wishes on this subject to Nancy.

As if casually the father had one day asked Nancy, “Do you know why so many of those boys that had nannies are so fond of them?”

“I suppose because they’ve had such close contact with them.”

He laughed; “Yes, and a bit more than that, Nancy.”

“What more?”

“They masturbated them when they were teenagers.”

“What!” I…I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true,” he chortled, “Some of them even had sex with the boys if the boys showed any interest.”

“You’re having me on!”

“I’m not. I know fellows who had nannies and they admit they screwed them. It was supposed to keep the boys happy and discouraged them from getting mixed up with the wrong sort of girls until they got married or something like that. Of course,” added Dan craftily, “They got paid something extra for their trouble.”

Nancy had rapidly changed the direction of the conversation. Dan’s drift was all too clear; Nancy was supposed to keep Robert “happy” and would get a bonus for doing so.

Now, with Robert suggesting that he would like her to wash his penis, she had little doubt that Dan had been having a “fatherly talk” with Robert. What the boy really wanted was for her to masturbate him.

Having had plenty of lovers Nancy was wise in the way of males, so she looked down at Robert’s groin and saw there a considerable bulge.

“My God,” she thought, “he may be telling the truth about his penis being huge.”

Robert’s hand had moved up her thigh until it rested on her mons.

“I wish you could see my penis,” he said, “You’d be able to tell me if it’s too big.”

Nancy, a woman easily sexually aroused, began to experience the first shivers of libidinous desire. She felt her vagina beginning to lubricate and her nipples starting to harden and extend.

She tried to overcome her heating emotions and said, “I’m sure it’s not too big, darling.”

His voice now muffled as his lips, now pressed right against her ripe nipple, he said, “Let me show you, Nan.”

Nancy was confused. She had an overwhelming desire to see this apparently oversized male organ, but at the same time felt she should stop the direction in which they seemed to be heading despite Dan’s obvious invitation for Nancy to service his son. Finally curiosity got the better of her and she said hesitantly, “All right, if it’s that important bayan escort gaziantep to you, darling.”

Robert’s hand went down to his groin and undid his zip and the liberated penis reared up.

Nancy’s first reaction was one of disbelief at what she was seeing. She had seen many male organs before but never one this size. The long light brown shaft with its purplish head seemed painfully engorged with blood. Nancy began to quiver uncontrollably as images of that great organ entering her vagina flowed hotly through her head.

“Is it very big?” asked Robert.

“Well, darling,” quavered Nancy, “It…it…it is large, yes…very large.”

“Would you like to touch it?”

Fascinated by what she was seeing, and as if to confirm its reality, she reached out to touch it. Her fingers could not completely embrace its girth as she stroked along his hard rod. It was hot and she thought she could feel the beat of his heart throbbing under her hand. She moved her other hand to gently touch his testicles. They matched the size of his penis, large and swollen with the banked up store of his semen.

She understood his need and the torment of it and felt a deep compassion for him. Looking up at his young face she was conquered. She saw tears in his eyes as he whispered plaintively, “Nan, I’ve never been with a woman.”

She felt impelled to do something to relieve the obvious sexual stress that gripped him. She pressed him gently back against the cushions of the divan on which they were sitting, and saying, “Let me help you, darling,” she moved her fingers to where his foreskin lay nestling in folds beneath the great head of his penis and began to flip it quickly back and forth over the head.

He gave out soft moans of ecstasy and Nancy knew he was under her control. This was power over the boy. She could give or withhold release from his sexual thraldom, could have him begging for mercy.

The delight Nancy experienced at wielding such domination over Robert passed quickly as she saw his young body writhing under her manipulation and heard his frenzied cries. Knowing he was on the verge of discharging she speeded up her movements of his foreskin.

He reached out to fondle her breasts through the cloth of her dress. Suddenly Nancy felt his hands squeeze her breasts causing her delicious pain, and then he gave out a loud anguished cry of, “Oh Nan.”

His testicles where fulfilling their primordial function, sending sperm up his shaft. She slowed her movements but thrust back harder, almost as if she would tear his foreskin away from the head of his penis. Giving out gasping cries of, “Ah…ah…ah…” Robert gave upward thrusts of his hips to meet Nancy’s downward jerks on his foreskin.

The first ejection of hot semen burst out of his urethra. It shot up into the air several feet and came cascading down, some of it splashing on to Nancy’s face and dress. Eruption after eruption exploded out of him with a force Nancy had never witnessed with her lovers. She was fascinated by the sight of this massive discharge and Robert’s ecstatic cries, thinking how wonderful it was to be able to give such pleasure to him.

She began to think that he would never stop unloading his young seed, but at last the flow of creamy viscous sperm slowed to a dribble, and ceased.

Robert lay back gasping and she felt his hand that had continued to grasp her breasts began to relax as his penis slackened in her hand. He had discharged a huge amount of semen. In fact, as Nancy put it, there was “a hell of a seminal mess”.

Still holding his penis and looking tenderly into his eyes Nancy asked, “Feel better now, darling?”

“Oh God, yes Nan, it was beautiful…thank you…thank you…”

“Not a word to anyone,” admonished Nancy.

“No, never, I promise,” gasped Robert, still recovering from the powerful orgasm he had experienced.

Nancy had her own problem to deal with now. She had been powerfully aroused even before she started to relieve Robert, now, having witnessed the result of her giving comfort to Robert, she was in a worse state than ever. Her lubricant had run down between her thighs to create a sticky discomfort and she felt a torturing throbbing in her clitoris. If ever a woman was ready for penetration and impregnation, she was.

I hasten to add that Nancy was beyond the time when pregnancy was a possibility, but that did not stop her experiencing all the physical and emotional sensations that lead up to such an outcome.

She still held in her hand Robert’s slack shaft and as a means of getting her own pleasure and relief it was in that condition a fairly useless organ. In any case, two objections arose in her mind to any coupling with Robert. First, he had certainly enjoyed her masturbating him but, she felt that he was not likely to want to have sex with a woman nearly three times his age. Secondly, to have sex with Robert would be almost like incest since she had just about been a mother to him.

Contemplating her sexual and moral dilemma Nancy did not at first notice that the penis she still retained in her hand was hardening again. When she did notice it the organ had almost reached full stretch again and even then she could hardly believe what hand and eyes told her. None of her lovers had ever been able to achieve a second erection at such speed, yet here was the boy ready to go again.

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