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Tutucu Karim(ALINTI)

Herkese selam, yurtdışında (Belçikada) yaşayan evli bir çiftiz. Seksi çok sevdiğim için devamlı, değişik değişik sexfilmleri izlerim. Bu bende müthiş fantaziler uyandırıyor ve çok zevk alıyorum. Fakat karım, herşeyi ile harika ve çok güzel bir kadın olmasına rağmen, (herhalde köyde yetişmesinden dolayı olsa gerek) çok tutucudur. Bırakın bu tür filimleri izlemeyi, Avrupanın göbeğinde yaşadığımız halde, başörtüsüz sokağa bile çıkmaz. Ben bu filmleri izledikçe kendimden geçiyordum, 31 çekerek, karımı hep başka bir erkeğin siktiğini hayal ederek boşalıyordum. Bu tür fantazilerimi karıma nasıl anlatacağımı bilemediğim için de hep fantazi olarak kalıyordu. Karımla sikişirken hep onu deniyordum. Birkaç kez karımla seks yaparken, karımın amını yalarken, karım tam kıvama geldiğinde, “Şimdi benim yerime seni kalın ve uzun yaraklı bir erkeğin siktiğini düşünsene karıcığım, ne harika olur!” falan diye zarf attım. Fakat karım, ya, “Sen ne saçmalıyorsun be!” diyerek azarladı, yada hiç cevap vermedi… İçimde hep, acaba istiyor mu, istemiyor mu? diye kuşku kalıyordu…

Dediğim gibi, karımı hep bir başkasının siktiğini hayal ederek sikiyordum. Fantazimde karımın siken adamın yarağı çok büyük oluyordu hep. Ve karımı her pozisyonda, evire çevire sikip, döllerini karımın amına boşaltıyordu ve ben de karımın yeni sikilmiş amını yalıyordum. Nedense bu fantazi beni acaip tahrik ediyordu ve mutlu oluyordum. Günler böylece geçerken, nasıl yapmalıyım da karımı bir başkasına siktirmeliyim diye düşünüyordum. İzlediğim bir filmde masaj yapan bir erkeğin masajı yaptığı kadını siktiğinden çok tahrik olmuştum. Bundan esinlenerek kafamda bir plan canlandırdım. Aslında olmaz değildi, hemde çok kolay olurdu. Karar verdim, bu yoldan karımı siktirmek istiyordum. Çünkü karım belinden biraz rahatsız olduğu için doktoru devamlı masaj tavsiye ediyordu.

Karım birgün yine, “Belim ağrıyor!” dediğinde, “Her gün belim ağrıyor diyorsun, doktor masaja git diyor, ama gitmiyorsun. Ben sana bir masajcı bakacam, itiraz etme, belağrısı önemli bir rahatsızlık!” dedim. Karım zar zor, “Tamam!” dedi. Ve ben hemen ogün başladım araştırmaya. Öyle bir yer bulmalıydım ki, ordaki masöre (Karımı masajda tahrik et ve güzelce sik!) diyebileceğim bir yer olmalıydı. Sonunda uzun araştırmalar sonucu öyle bir yer buldum. Önce kısa bir telefon konuşması yaptım. Resepsiyonist bir bayandı. Bana dediğine göre, böyle bir istekte bulunan ilk kişi ben değilmişim. Daha öncede başka erkeklerin istekleri üzerine karılarına bunu uyguladıklarını ve ciddiyetin önemli olduğunu belirtti. Bana adreslerini vererek, gelmemi önerdi. Gittiğimde beni telefondaki o bayan karşıladı. Bu isteğimin normal olduğunu, önemli olan çiftlerin mutlululuğu olduğunu söyledi ve nasıl olacağını anlattı. Yöntemleri çok akıllıca idi, “Masaja gelen kadın bekleme salonuna alındığında içecek ikram ediyoruz, ama bu içeceğe cinsel arzuyu hat safhaya çıkartan bir ilaç koyuyoruz ve kadın masaj esnasında tahrik oluyor, o anda seks arzuluyor…” diye açıkladı.

Hatta masajı yapan erkeklerin yaraklarının detayına kadar belli olduğu çıplak resimlerinin bulunduğu bir katalaog gösterdi bana, “Sen beğeniyorsun ve o erkek yapıyor!” dedi. İşin en cazip tarafı ise, eğer istersem (ek bir ücret karşılığında) karımın tüm seansını gizli kamera sistemi ile bir CD’ye kayıt edip bana veriyorlarmış. Ben kataloğu biraz inceledikten sonra, birisini beğendim. Yarağı müthiş büyüktü, kabukluydu da, eğrice, müthiş bir yaraktı. Randevuyu aldım, parasını ödedim çıktım. Eve geldiğimde karıma, “Masaj yerinden randevu aldım, 2 gün sonra akşam saat 20:00’de!” dedim. Karım, “Neresi? Uzak mı?” falan diye sordu. “Biraz uzak.” dedim.

O gün gelmişti, hiçbirşeyden haberi olmayan karımı kendi ellerimle sikileceği yere bıraktım ve işimin olduğunu, çıkışta kendisini alacağımı söyledim. Ordan ayrıldığımda, heyecandan kalbim yerinden çıkıyordu. Karımın az sonra sikileceğini düşündükçe sikim kalkıyordu. Çok sabırsızlanıyordum, en büyük arzum o CD’ye bakmaktı aslında, ama CD’yi bana bir gün sonra vereceklerdi. Karım seansa girdikten sonra nerdeyse iki saat geçti, dışarda köşe başında karımın çıkmasını bekliyordum. Bu bekleme hiç bitmeyecek sandım. Sonunda karım çıktı. Arabaya aldım karımı, karım tuhaf duruyordu. “Ne oldu karıcığım, hasta falan mısın?” dedim. Karım, “İyi değilim!” dedi. “Ne oldu, masaj iyi gelmedi mi yoksa?” dedim. “Masaj iyi geldi de, kendimi iyi hissetmiyorum, biraz başağrısı var!” dedi. Eve girer girmez, “Yorgunum, yatalım mı?” dedi. Hemen yatak odasına gittik, soyunup girdik yatağa. Karım, “İyi geceler!” diyerek hemen arkasını döndü. Karıma yaklaşmak istiyordum, arkasından sarıldım, “Canım çok istiyor!” dedim. “Çok yorgunum, yarın yapalım!” falan dedi. Ama ben ısrar ettim, zorla boynunu falan öptüm, yaladım…

Karım gönülsüz bir şekilde razı oldu. Derken elimi büyük bir heyacanla karımın amına attım, karımın sikilmiş amını hissetmek istiyordum. Ve hissettim de. Sonunda en büyük fantazim ve arzum yerine gelmiş, karım bir başkası tarafından sikilmişti. Karımın amı yumuşamış, ateş gibi yanıyordu. Parmaklarımı karımın amına soktuğumda sikildiğini hissedebiliyordum. Karımın yüzü kızarmaya başladı, “Işığı söndür!” diyordu. Belk**e sikildiğini görmemem ve anlamam içindi bu isteği. Söndürdüm ve karımın amını yumuldum, yalamaya başladım. Karımın amının sikildiği adeta tadından da belli oluyordu. Amının içi halen vıcık vıcık suluydu. Tarifi imkansız bir zevkle karımın amını yarım saate kadar yaladım. Sonra sikimi soktum, çok kolay kayıyordu sikim. “Karıcığım, amın bugün müthiş güzel geldi bana, tadı da çok tatlı, harika!” dedim. Karım da, “Üfff, başım ağrıyor. Sik işte!” dedi. Ben de yarın alacağım CD’yi ve karımın sikildiğini izleyeceğimi düşünerek müthiş bir zevkle siktim karımı…

Ertesi günü zor yaptım. Hemen gidip CD’yi almak ve izlerken 31 çekip boşalmak istiyordum. CD’yi aldım ve eve geldim. Karım hergün yaptığı gibi komşuya gittikten sonra, büyük bir heyecanla CD’yi Bilgisayara taktım. Karımın odaya girişi, bayanın masaja hazırlayışını, içeceğini içtiğini bile kayıta almışlardı. Sonra benim katalogdan seçtiğim o erkeğin karıma masaj yapması, masaj yaparken yavaş yavaş karımın bacaklarının arasına elini uzatıp, karımın külotu üzerinden amını okşaması, sonra karımın külotunu çıkartıp amını yalaması falan vardı. Karım sakin bir şekilde kendini o erkeğe bırakmış, istediği her şeyi yapıyordu. Adam yarağını karımın eline veriyor, karım okşuyordu. Hatta yarağını karımın ağzına bile veriyordu. Hayatta benim sikimi yalamayan karım, adamın yarağını kemirircesine yalıyor, emiyordu. Ve sonunda heycanla beklediğim o an geldi, adam yarağını karımın amına sokarken (ben heyecana dayanamadım ve boşaldım). Karım zevkten kendinden geçmiş, o koca yarağı köküne kadar nasıl da zevkle alıyordu. Adam dakikalarca sikti karımın amını, sonra da tüm spermlerini karımın amına boşalttı. Bunları seyrederken ben birkez daha boşaldım, yaşadığım en büyük zevkti bu…

Artık karımı sikerken daha bir ihtiraslı sikiyorum. Karıma sordum, “Haftaya gidecekmisin masaja?” diye. “Tabi tabii, gidecem! İyi geliyor belimin ağrısına!” dedi orospu! Şu anda hiç sektirmeden haftada bir kez gidiyor masaja (ve sikildiğini benim bilmediğimi sanıyor). Ben de çaktırmadan her defasında katalogdan başka bir erkek seçiyorum karımı siktirmek için. Ertesi gün de gidip CD’yi alıyorum ve karımı kim sikti, nasıl sikti, tüm detaylarına kadar seyrediyorum. Karım bana söylemiyor ama çok mutlu, ben de çok mutluyum ve çok zevk alıyorum. İkimiz de tadını çıkarıyoruz. Darısı tüm karısını siktiren, siktirmek isteyen erkeklere…

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O GECE…

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Babes

O GECE…
Merhabalar,

size en son karımın iş yerine gitmemden ve orada yaşadıklarımdan bahsetmiştim.O gün yaşadıklarım bende çok farklı düşünceler uyandırdı.Evet biz birbirine aşık olarak evlenmiş iki insandık ama karımın geçmişine dair hiç birşey bilmiyordum.Ve daha da önemlisi karım hakkında bir çok şeyden habersizdim.bundan sonra ki yaşayacaklarımız onu keşfetmem için geçen zamanlar oldu..
o gün iş yerinde çıkıp eve döndüm.kendime bir bira açıp oturdum.sonra bir bira daha ve bir tane daha.üçüncüden sonra başım dönmeye başlamış kafamda hafif çakırlaşmıştı.biran önce zamanın geçmesini ve karımın eve dönmesini bekliyordum.saat 5 e gelirken karımla mesajlaşmaya başladık.işten çıkınca biran önce eve gel seni istiyorum diye mesaj attım.o ise koşa koşa geleceğim kocam diye cevap yazmıştı bana.bir elim pantolonumun üzerinde kendimi okşarken 4.birayıda bitirmiştim.inanılmaz azmış ve karımı kıskanmıştım.iş yerinde olanlar,karımın rahatlığı,o kalçaların görüntüsü beni çıldırtmaya yetmişti bile..bu düşüncelerle daha da kudururken kapı çaldı…
ayağa kalktığımda başım inanılmaz dönüyordu.kapıyı açtım.ve karım eşsiz gülümsemesiyle bana bakıyordu.içeri girdi ayakkabılarını çıkartmak için eğildiği anda bir anda kalçalarını avuçladım.öyle sert yapmıştım ki bunu ayakkabısını çıkartan karım bir anda dengesini kaybetti ve kucağıma doğru düştü..bir ayakkabısı ayagından çıkmış diğeri hala ayağındaydı…ben ise onu kucakladığım gibi koltuğa getirdim…elleri koltuktan destek alırken ben bir anda kalçalarını yırtacak darlıkta kotunu çekiştirerek çıkarttım.karım şaşırmış dur noluyor bi üstümü çıkartsaydım derken ben karıma resmen saldırıyordum..kot pantolonunu zorlayarak dizlerine kadar indirdim.brezilya modeli leoparlı iç çamaşırı kalçalarını zor sarıyordu..ve onu hiç çıkartmadan ağ kısmını kenara kaldırıp akşama kadar taş kesilmiş sikimi karımın kalçalarının arasından bir anda soktum.kuru olduğu için zorlandı ilk başta..acıtıyorsun dediğini duydum bir ara…onu duyuyordum ama öyle azmıştım ki kendime mani olamıyordum.sonra tekrar denedim.bu defa sikimi tükürüğümle ıslatıp tekrar soktum..sikim sertleşmekten damarları bile görünüyordu.karımın amından içeri girerken sımsıkı bir ateş çemberinde ilerliyor gibiydim.dibine kadar soktum..rahatlamıştım.sanki saatlerdir beklediğim bu andı.
dibine kadar girince durdum biran.başımı kaldırdıgmda karımın bana baktıgını farkettim.dudaklarını ayırmış gözleri kısık bir halde hadi devam etsene niye durdun dedi.
o sırada gözüm kalcalarına kaydı.o an ne düşündüm biliyor musunuz.ömrümün sonuna kadar bu kalcaları sikmek için bile bu kadınla evlenebilirdim…
onları avuçlarımın arasına aldım.ne çok sertti ne çok yumuşak.avuçlarımın içinde bütün gücümle sıkarken iyice ayırdım..dibine kadar girmiş sikim görünüyordu.kalçalarını parmaklarımın arasında ezerken sikimi çıkartıp tekrar soktum..bu arada karımın inlemesi kulaklarımda çınladı…
bu arada size bahsetmeyi unuttum.daha önce hiç bir kadında görmediğim birşeyi sevgide keşfettim.sevgi seks sırasında inanılmaz inleyen bir kadındı.ve erken boşalma sorununu hayatımda hiç yaşamamış ben bile o inlemelere çok fazla dayanamıyordum..ve hatta bazen o sesleri duymamak için elimi ağzına bastırdığım yada dudaklarından öperek kapattıgım zamanlar bile çok olmuştur.
o inlemeyle birlikte sikimi tekrar çıkarttım ve köküne kadar tekrar soktum…derken hızlandım hızlandım…içine her girişimde karım başını arkaya doğru atıyor bas bas bağırıyordu.ben ise kalçalarını morartacak şekilde onları avuçlamış her içine girdiğimde dahada ayırıp sokuyordum sikimi..karım öyle tahrik olmuştu ki zevk suları sikimin kökünde toplanmaya başlamıştı..ve bir süre sonra da bacaklarının arasından akmaya başladıgını gördüm…o bağırdıkça ben sokuyor o kalçalarını geriye ittirdikçe ben dibine kadar sokuyordum…
bir süre sonra da inanılmaz bir patlamayla karımın içine boşalmaya başladım..ama ne boşalma…
onun zevk suları benim spermlerim resmen karımın amından dışarı dogru süzülüyor ordan da bacaklarına dogru akıyordu…nefes nefese kalmış bir halde karımın üzerine yığıldım…
karımın kalçalarını sıkmaktan parmaklarımın bile titrediğini farkettim…
o halde ne kadar kaldık bilmiyorum.ama karımın hep yere aktı kalk hadi üstümden demesiyle doğruldum.o sırada karımda kalkıp banyoya dogru gitti..
ben ise kendimi koltuğa zor attım nefes nefese…
bir kaç dakika sonra karım geldi.üzerine kısacık bir şort giymiş üstünde de askılı tşörtü vardı.geldi koltuga oturdu ve saçlarını toplarken bana bakıyordu.
hayırdır kocam neydi bu şimdi dedi.ben ise çok özledim seni karım derken o,yok bu özlemeye pek benzemiyor resmen tecavüz ettin bana dün gece de doyurmuştum ben seni aslında dedi gülümseyerek.sonrada kalkıp bir birada kendine açtı.
sen aç değilmisin yemek yeseydin önce dedim o ise yok pek aç değilim biraz serinleyeyim şunu içeyimde dedi.
o birasından ilk yudumu aldığı anda ben onu süzüyordum.
bu kadar seksi bir kadının geçmişi beynimi kemiriyordu.bu gece alkolle birlikte konumuzuda bulmuştum.neyse havadan sudan konuşmalardan sonra karım üçüncü birasını açmış bende yeni bir tane almıştım.konu tekrar sekse gelmişti.
bu defa karım sordu bana…ben seninle sevişmeyi çok seviyorum ayen dedi gülerek.bende bunu iltifat olarak sayarak gülümsedim ona biramdan içerken.ama devamında senin tarzını seviyorum ben aslında dedi.tarzım derken? diye ben ona sordum bu defa…
işte senin bi tarzın var ayen,bi defa çok romantiksin,öpüşmeyi senin kadar seven bir adam görmedim ben.her yerimle ilgileniyorsun.kadın oldugumu hissettiriyorsun bana,ve içimdeyken benimle öpüşmen yavaş gidip gelmelerin,bana çok farklı bir haz yaşatıyor demişti..seninle ben orgazmı dibine kadar yaşıyorum dedi.
ben ise o an söylediklerini düşünüyordum.evet haklı oldugu konular vardı.ben öpüşmekten çok keyif alırım.öpüşmem adeta yerim kadınımın dudaklarını.söylediği seks şeklide genelde misyoner olandır.kollarımla onu sımsıkı sararken dudaklarını yerken dibine kadar içine girmek onu altımda hapsetmek bana çok haz verir.bana ait oldugunu benim oldugunu hissederken benim olanın keyfine bakarım seks sırasında…
ama yavaşça içine girme konusuna gelince..bunu o an karıma söylemesemde size itiraf edebilirim.
sevgi öyle seksi bir kadın ki,ve onun içine girdiğimde öyle sesler çıkartır ki…dudaklarını emerken yüzü öyle bebeksi öyle seksi bir hal alır ki…nasıl dayanayım aq:) çook yavaş hareket ederim ki hemen boşalmayayım diye..ve hatta bazen beşiktaşın en dramatik maçlarını bile düşündüğüm olur erken boşalmamak için:))
o anda karıma söylediğim şey ise,evet ben yavaş hareket etmeyi seviyorum.o an aldıgım zevkin her anını daha fazla hissediyorum olmuştu:)
peki ya az önce olan neydi diye bir soru sordu.
hangisi dedim zaman kazanmak istercesine.az önceki işte tecavüz sahnesini soruyorum dedi.
o an söyleyecek bişe gelmedi aklıma.birbirimizi yeni tanıdıgımın karıma iş yerinde başkalarının sana bakması seninle ilgili hayaller kurması senin rahatlığın kalçalarının görünüşünden bahsetmedim tabi.
çok özledim seni dedim kısaca.
o ise ısrarla üstüme gelmeye devam ediyordu.yok yok.bu senin tarzın değil başka bişe var sende bugün dedi.ve daha ben cevap vermemişken devam etti…
bana hep böyle saldırırlardı.sen ilk defa yaptın dedi.
nasıl yani dedim şok olmuş bir halde…benim açmak istedigim konuyu o bir anda yüzüme vurmuştu sanki.bunu bilinçli yapmadığına emindim ama ilk defa böyle patavatsız belk**e cesur bir itiraf yaparken gördüm onu…
o ise birasından bir yudum daha alıp dinlendin mi diye sordu.
sorusuna cevap vermeden de yerinden dogrulup ya ayen ben kaç zamandır kendimi çok saldım.seninle tanıştıktan sonra sporu flan bıraktım.sende öyle.gel hadi bugün erken geldim bir saat aşağı inip terleyelim biraz dedi.
ne sporu aşkım ya kafam güzel halim kalmamış sende öylesin bu saatte spor mu olur dedim.Valla her zaman aynı bahanelerle spor flan yapamıyorum ben iniyorum istersen gel istemezsende sen bilirsin dedi karım ve hazırlanmak için yatak odasına doğru ilerledi.
o an şöyle bir düşündüm.aslında haklıydı.uzun zaman olmustu spora ara vereli.bu arada ben uzun yıllar boks yaptım.tabi yaştan dolayı profosyonellik kalmadı ama haftada üç dört gün salonlara gidip ısındıktan sonra yine kum torbasıyla kendi kendime antremanlarıma da devam ediyordum.zaten yeni taşındığımız rezidansın da en alt katta büyükçe bir salonu olduğunu biliyordum ama hiç inme fırsatımız olmamıştı.ve kafamda çok güzeldi ne sporu şimdi diye düşünürken sevgi göründü kapıdan…
o anda nutkum tutuldu.
karım altına siyah bi tayt giymiş üzerine de siyah askılı bi badi.ayaktayken badinin sorunu yoktu ama spor ayakkabılarını bağlarken iri göğüsleri olduğu gibi görünüyordu.
tayt ise akıllara zarardı.kalçalarını öyle sarmıştı ki ve dahada kötüsü yukarı kadar çektiği tayt amını üçgen biçimde ortaya çıkartmıştı…
ben onu izlerken o sen gelmeyeceksin galiba..ben bir saate gelirim aşkım diyerek kapıyı açtı ve gitti…
ben arkasından boş boş bakarken bir anda eski düşünceler sardı aklımı..evet biz karımla birbirimizi tanımadan evlenmiştik.ve onu yeni yeni keşfediyordum.bugüne kadar da kıskançlıkla alakalı helede giydiği kıyafetler konusunda hiç bir yorumum olmamıştı.onun bu rahatlığı da giydiği kıyafetlerin seksiliğide alışık olduğu bir durum ki bu kadar rahat davranıyor diye düşünürken bir anda yok yok bende gideyim aşagı yalnız bırakmayayım diyerek bir çırpıda hazırlandım.
en son bandajları elime sararken asansöre biniyordum…
ve daha önce hiç inmediğim spor salonunun kapısındaydım işte.içeri girdiğim de ise gerçekten çok büyük ve lüks spor aletlerinin olduğunu o an farkettim.hoşuma gitti aslında.biraz ilerleyince de koşu bandında kulaklıklarını takmış koşturan karımı farkettim.yanında ki koşu bandında iki iki tane daha bayan vardı.şöyle bir etrafı süzdüm.arka tarafta agırlık çalışan bir kaç erkek oldugunuda o an görmüş oldum.
neyse bir süre etrafı izledikten sonra bende açma germe hareketleriyle başlayıp ter atmak için koşu bandına çıktım…bu sırada karımda beni görüp göz kırptı gelmişsin gibisinden..
nasıl gelmeyeyim aq dedim içimden seni bu halde yalnız bırakmak hiç işime gelmedi diyemedim tabi:)
ben bir süre sonra eldivenlerimi takıp kum torbasına geçtim.karım ise hala koşmaya devam ediyordu.kum torbasında çalışırken bir gözümde karımdaydı tabi.koştukça titreyen kalçalarını izlemek beni benden alıyordu resmen.ama biliyordum ki karımı izleyen bir tek ben değildim…
bu şekilde ne kadar zaman geçti bilmiyorum ama benim dikkatim kum torbasına kaymıştı bile.vücudum ısınmış havaya girmiştim ve boksu özledigimi de farkedip direkler kroşeler kum torbasıyla oynuyordum ki bir anda gözüm koşu bandına kaydı…
karım yoktu.
hem çalışıp hem etrafı süzerken karımı gördüm o anda…
yere bi minder sermiş sırt üstü uzanmış mekik çekiyordu.tam önünde ise bisikletin üzerinde pedal çevirip manzarayı izleyen bir adam vardı.50 yaşlarında hafif beyazlamış saçlarıyla pür dikkat karıma baktığını farkettim.sevgi ise umursamaz halde ileri geri hareket ederken taytın içinde kabaran üçgenliği adamın izlediğinden habersiz mekiğine devam ediyordu.
bu durum beni biraz gerdi açıkcası ama gidipte mekik çekme diyemedim tabi.tam ne yapacağımı düşünürken sevginin toparlandığını gördüm.iyi bari bitirdi mekiği dediğim sırada köpek pozisyonunda elleri ve ayaklarının üstüne çöküp bacaklarını sırasıyla ileri geri yapmaya başladı…
siktir aq şu hale bak derken içten içe kudurmaya başladım.adama sırtı dönük kalçaları domalmış bir halde spor yapıyordu.sinirimden nerdeyse adamı bisikletin üstünden atıp kendim geçecektim oraya.ama yapamadım tabi…
çok fena kıskanmış ve sinirlenmiştim tabi.adamıda bir görseniz pedalı bile öyle aheste aheste çeviriyordu ki..işi gücü bırakmış manzara izliyordu sanki.elinde bir tek sigarası yoktu pezevengin.
karım ise herşeyden bi haber yüzünü mindere yaslamış kalçalarını adama doğru domalmış belini indirip kaldırıyordu adamın karşısında…
ben daha fazla dayanamadım tabi…o ana kadar hafif çalışmalarımı bir anda şampiyonluk maçındaymışım gibi sert ve hızlı bir şekilde kum torbasına vurmaya başladım…her vurduğumda salonda öyle sesler çıkıyordu ki insanların her seste kafasını çevirip bana baktıklarını hissedebiliyordum.tabi o sesler karımında dikkatini çekmiş olacak ki minderden kalkıp yanıma doğru geldi ve sakin ol şampiyon kum torbasıyla ne alıp veremediğin var dedi gülerek..bu sırada da boynunda ki havlusuyla yüzümdeki terleri siliyordu.ben ise boş boş ve sinirli bir şekilde yüzüne bakıyordum sadece…
hadi bugünlük bu kadar yeter ilk günden çok yormayalım kendimizi demesiyle elimden eldivenleri çıkarttı ve solandan çıkmak için yürümeye başladık…tabi çıkmadan öncede bisikletti ki adama öyle bir bakış attım ki..sabahtan beri dikizlediği kadının karım olduğunu o anda anlamış oldu…
asansöre bindiğimizde içinde kimse yoktu.karım 12.kata bastığı anda hiç beklemediğim birşey yaptı ve bir anda dudaklarıma yumuldu..ben gözlerimi açmış ona bakarken o bir yandan sikimi avuçlayıp diğer yandan da çok seksiydin salonda çok azdırdın beni diye dudaklarımı öpüyordu…
o ana kadar kıskançlık ve sinirden hiç bişe anlamayan ben bir anda karımın kalçalarını avuçlarımın arasına alıp dudaklarını parçalar gibi öpmeye başladım..
asansör 12.kata gelene kadar nefes nefese öpüşmeye ve birbirimizi okşamaya devam ettik.eve girer girmezde karımı kucakladığım gibi yatak odasına götürüp yatagın üstüne attım..
dur bi duşa girelim desede benim bekleyecek vaktim yoktu…
bir anda belinden tutup onu yüz üstü çevirdim ve yine belinden tutarak kalçalarını dışa doğru çıkartıp
ağzımı açarak kalçalarının arasına yüzümü bastırdım…taytın üzerinden başımı öyle bastırıyordum ki çıldırmış gibiydim resmen..dişlerim etlerini parçalıyor karım ise belini bir sağa bir sola oynatarak kaçmaya çalışıyordu.elimi altından sokup amını avucumun arasına aldım…hamur gibi yogurup sıkarken agzımıda açabildigim kadar açıp karımın etlerini yemeye çalışıyordum resmen..
karım ise resmen kıvranıyordu yatağın içinde..
ve daha fazla dayanamayıp taytı ve iç çamaşırını aşağı doğru sıyırdım.bu defa karımı sırt üstü yatırıp bacaklarını sonuna kadar ayırdım. amı şişmiş ve sulanmıştı.bir süre o görüntüyü izledikten sonra bir anda agzımı ayırıp karımın amını yutacak gibi içime çekmeye çalıştım…
vakum gibi emiyordum resmen..arada da dişlerimle ısırıklar atıp karım canı yanmış olacak ki kendini geriye çekerken kalçalarından sıkarak kaçmasına izin vermeyip amını tekrar yutacak gibi ağzımın içine alıyordum..zevk suları resmen süzülüyordu amının kenarlarından..
daha sonra da dilimi sokabildiğim kadar içine sokup o suları yalıyordum…
karımın inlemeleri ise odada çınlıyordu resmen…
daha fazla dayanamadım.öyle azmış ve kendimden geçmişti ki kasıklarım ağrımaya başlamıştı.ve bir anda sikimi çıkarıp karımın sırılsıklam amından içeri soktum..öyle ıslanmış ve genişlemişti ki içine girdiğimi anlamadım bile..yinede dibine kadar köküne kadar sertçe girip çıkmaya başladım.karım ise yatakta yılan gibi belini bir sağa bir sola sallarken bas bas bagırıyordu…artık daha fazla dayanamıyordum..boşalmak üzereydim ki karım bir anda sivri tırnaklarını omuzlarıma geçirip beni üstüne çekti..iki eliyle yüzümü sarıp allah belanı versin ayen allah belanı versin sen nasıl bir hayvansın nasıl bir hayvansın derken bir anda dudaklarıma yapıştı…ben ise o an nasıl bir hazzın içindeydim nasıl bir zevk dalgası içindeydim bilmiyorum bütün gücümle nefesimi tutarak karımın amına boşalmaya başladım…
öyle çok boşaldım öyle çok sıktım ki kendimi…
bir anda karımın kollarına yığıldım kaldım…

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tam bu sırada kapı çaldı. çıktım yataktan baktım gelen müzeyyen ablaydı. müzeyyen minenin abisinin karısıydı.33 yaşında zayıf kapalı bir kadındı. eşi sürekli aldatıyordu onu. eve gelmiyordu çoğu kez. sanırım mineyi merak ettği için gelmişti. ben panik oldum ama mine heyecanlanma dedi. o da benim gibi güzel bi yarrağa hasret dedi. şok oldum. sen burda bekle dedi. gitti kapıyı açtı üzerinde iç çamaşırlarıyla. müzeyyenle beraber odaya geldiler. ben çıplaktım ve müzeyyen gözlerini aletimden alamıyordu. dudaklarını yaladı ve mine elinden tutarak getirdi yanıma. tuttu sikimi ve müzeyyenin agzına verdi. oda mine gibi hasretle yalamaya başladı. ben şaşkınlık sevinç ve zevk duygusunu bir arada yaşıyordum. on dakka önce 31 çekerken şimdi kendimi grubun ortasında bulmuştum. ikisi birden yalamaya devam ediyordu. müzeyyen hadi elimizi çabuk tutatlım kaynanam merak eder dedi. ve hemen sırtını bana dönük vaziyette oturdu sikimin üstüne müzeyyen. küçücük kalçasından tutarak sikmeye başladım. inanılmaz azgın bi kadındı. inliyordu harika bi şekilde. oturup kalkıyor bende zevkten uçuyordum. mineye amını ağzıma yaklaştırmasını söyledim ve müzeyyeni sikerken minenin amını yalıyordum. bulutlardaydım resmen. müzeyyeni kaldırdım üstümden ve domaltarak sikmeye devam ettim. mine müzeyyenin yanına gitti ve bugün şanslı günümüz dedi. ardından öpüşmeye başladılar. gözüm minenin geniş kalçasında ve göt deliğindeydi. mine seni götten sikecem dedim mine dünden hazırdı. yüz üstü yatırdım ve götünü diktim havaya. deliği net bir biçimde ortadaydı. öne güzel bi yaladım. ardından sikimi müzeyyene yalattım. daha sonra minenin deliğine dayadım yarrağımı. sandığımdan daha kolay girdi. kazan gibi yanıyordu deliği. o şekilde siktimuzun bi süre. müzeyyen hadi hadi diyerek acele ettiriyordu.
daha sonra çıkardım sikimi ve mügenini azına boşalttım bütün spermlerimi. ağzı sperm dolmuştu. daha sonra müzeyyenin azına verdim sikimi. güzel bi temizledi sikimi. hemen giyinip gittiler. harika bir deneyimdi.
bu olaydan sonra müzeyyenle iki kere daha sikiştik. mineyle olmadı bi daha. çünkü evlenip gitti.
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A Very Long Pause Pt. 04

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Finally home after work, there was no discussion or suggestive comments by Mom that evening because about an hour before quitting time, the boss informed my crew to expect some voluntary overtime, and he knew that I would not turn down the extra money. A late arrival at home reduced supper to a sandwich followed by a shower. Head on my pillow, Mom’s words to me the previous morning, “We need to talk,” navigated my waning imagination to a serious-minded sit-down with my mom in which she would set rules and limitations about our newfound morning activity. Minutes later, sleep.

My slumber must have muted my dad’s morning bathroom racket because I awakened to Mom’s voice and a few squeezes on my calf which were quickly followed by her folding the sheet and blanket off of me toward the foot of the bed.

The same length of her short slip the previous morning, the hemline of her loose-fitting green and white robe, her college colors, exposed that part of her that I was eager to see and touch the most. The top half of the robe disclosed no buttons, and even a drowsy morning eye could detect that Mom had not concerned herself with panties or brassiere.

Standing beside my bed and turning off my alarm clock before it announced the morning, Mom looked down with a delightful expression on her face and questioned, “No underwear last night? I get to see you soft? Mommy will take care of that!” When the sheet had passed across my exposed cock and I partially arose to get out of bed, her left hand instantly applied downward pressure to my chest.

“We still need to talk but stay there. I want to do this,” she said, accentuating the word “want.”

My gaze fastened to her unprotected pubic hair while my right hand sprinted downward to indulge my now hardening sex meat, but she blocked it. House robes were not supposed to be that short, which prompted my original intent to let her watch another one of my performances.

“I want to do this,” she repeated. “Mommy wants you soft so I can make you hard, and Mommy has wanted to play with this weenie for a long time.”

Weenie? Damn, I hadn’t heard her say that word since before primary academy.

Unfettered, her eyes were not looking at mine but focused on my exposed cock now embraced by her curled, active fingers. Mom slowly fondled my boner, and it grew while I reached to feel and caress her soft thighs that helped frame the profound circumference of her pussy. I did not pick up on the expressions “camel toe” and “puffy pussy” until years later. Mom’s enticing legs were still not far enough apart to allow me full access to her most secluded womanhood.

My beautiful mother did not stroke me up and down as I was wont. Instead of perpendicular to my torso, she pointed my cock almost parallel toward my chest to, I assume, get a better view and touch of my accompanying testicles, or maybe it could have been as simple as, she liked it that way. I felt her hand around my rod as well as her fingers touching my stomach as she pumped me. She seemed fascinated with some form of touching and pleasing my entire package.

The morning event was not all about me. Mom’s legs were stunning. A 37-year-old woman’s shapely legs embrace a different perspective when a man is granted the privilege of looking up those legs and seeing his objective, his woman’s sex. Brown hair, full but not long, covered her slit.

“Touch,” she whispered, as she guided my fingers to her bush, “but not inside yet.” The added “yet” instilled hope in my desires, but I was content to follow her instructions.

“Does my hand around your cock feel better than your hand around it?” she asked, as Mom continued to stroke my cock, her fingers intermittently grazing over my ball sack.

“Yes. I love this,” was all I could come up with.

“Say ‘Yes, Mommy.’ Call me Mommy,” she murmured.

“Yes, Mommy. I love this,” I quickly responded, “Your hand-fucking is the best.”

“I still like watching you do it, and I want more of that too,” she said without interrupting her attention to my cock.

Mom then instructed me to talk to her, to tell her exactly what I was feeling, and she added, “I love watching you cum. You are so grown up.”

Those words launched a wave of pleasure straight to my sack. Mom had been telling me about how grown up I was long before my graduation. My knowledge of that made me feel confident around her, in the classroom, and with my occasional girlfriends, but now, feeling her skilled hands and seeing her focused on my solid piece of meat, the term “grown up” had a richer meaning.

I interpreted her request for me to talk as a clear path to talk about sex. I began to talk about giving her the same type of pleasure but using expressions like “bush,” “fuck your pussy,” and “finger fucking.” She was not offended by that language but smiled when I expressed those words.

I had previously considered going down on the only girl I had ever engaged in sex with, but it never materialized. Some of the photos in my buddies’ magazines did not omit pictures of young men with thick, long cocks güvenilir bahis and tongues that busied themselves with muff diving. A few times I even got excited looking at those hard dicks, but I never stepped in that direction.

“Does your pussy like tongue?” I asked. Mom did not answer, but she kept smiling, her strokes became faster, and her left hand moved to her pudgy sex box, brushing aside my hand and covering her slit. Mom’s legs parted more, and her index and middle fingers became busy rubbing her pussy, then sliding inside and reappearing, side-to-side repetitiously across her wet pussy lips. That motion and her verbal reaction to my words sent me into orgasm with my eyes locked on her wanton fingers dancing around and inside her vagina, not noticing where my cum was landing. The sex sounds her fingers made predicted her soon-to-arrive orgasm.

“Oh fuck” were Mom’s words when she bent over my stomach, her tits smothering what was left of my rigid penis, while her left hand still moved over and around her vagina to facilitate the last remnant of her utter satisfaction. She lay there, still, for a few seconds with no concern about the warmth or wetness of my sperm sandwiched between her and my stomach.

“Like doing my weenie?” I asked, smiling and remembering her using that word.

In a soft voice her reply and laughter were clear, “Yes, I like your weenie. You know I do, but I love your cock much better now that my Baby is grown up.”

After we visited our respective bathrooms and readied for work, Mom met me in the kitchen sitting at the dinette, coffee ready. She took honey with her coffee, and it would later become one of my favorite coffee ingredients when I did not take it black.

Mom talked first and explained that she had raised my sister’s pay after changing Sister’s work hours. Mom co-owned the small business where they both worked. I began to understand this move. Leaving for work before my dad, my sister’s earlier morning departure would give more play time for Mom and me.

“Tomorrow morning, these,” she motioned, her hand curling toward the white blouse that covered her breasts. “But we still need to talk. I love you.”

“I love you, Mom.”

After that short exchange, Mom raised her finger, pointed toward her lips, and the tip of her finger touched them twice. Message understood, I got up, bent over her, and we kissed, long, full, and our tongues played unrestrained.

“Get to work, young man. Hey! Listen. To answer your question, yes, I would like some tongue between my legs. It would be my first time. Shut the door on the way out, please.”

Because my sister now left for work earlier than anyone else, she arrived home first in the afternoon, then Mom, Dad, and me in no certain order. The point is that any available time for Mom and me to be alone in the afternoons or evenings was rare; even then it was likely only a few seconds or minutes at the most. Still, Mom had become physically closer in the house touching, squeezing my arm, letting her knee linger against my leg under the table, sitting a little closer to me on the couch, or tugging a belt-loop on my jeans to pull me closer to a cabinet or the fridge or a door.

A short hallway led to the garage, and if she needed something in the garage where she had stocked a spacious walk-in pantry, she told me to get it, but each time she followed behind me under the guise of showing me what to bring up.

While in the pantry, Mom and I never wasted a moment to exchange quick but full kisses. Our hands were always busy in silence because on the other side of the plywood pantry wall, Dad was regularly occupied working on something.

Friday morning, and our mutually satisfying activity, more gratifying each morning, was a week in progress. Seconds after awakening by Dad’s morning bathroom routine, the predictable thoughts fixated on my mom’s bedroom entrance, and my cock and balls began their inevitable male reaction to that line of thought. After a few minutes, my door did not open, so I rolled off the bed, slipped on a t-shirt, and stepped into an empty hallway illuminated only by the dim sunlight from my bedroom window.

I had not heard Mom enter the master bathroom nor were there any sounds emanating from it. That notwithstanding, at the same time she stepped out of the bathroom smiling at my exposed hardness jutting out from the bottom of my t-shirt. She reached up to cover but not touch her unclothed breasts, and winked. I do not recall ever seeing my mother wink before. About four feet away and lowering her hands, Mom’s smile did not dissipate: perfect teeth, what I would gage as medium but full breasts, pert, hard nipples slightly longer than I imagined, no detectable pudginess in her stomach, a pleasing waist that highlighted even her pajama-covered hips, but the thin, pink pajama bottoms prohibited any further visual journey.

Speechless, probably because of my level of sexual experience, I returned her smile.

“I love your dad. You know that,” she seriously whispered, never blinking or diverting her eyes from türkçe bahis mine. “He was a little better before. I don’t know what happened. What he and I do in there every Sunday afternoon,” pointing toward their bedroom, “there’s no playtime for me. He feels me. He’s on top. His boxers still on. He finishes, disappears in the bathroom, then the garage.”

I sensed that Mom had just related to me the short version of their Sunday afternoon bedroom events, but she did not convey these personal details to me in a “poor-me” tone. She had moved closer as if intending to engage in tête-à-tête, but there was no break in her words. The clarity in her testimony sought intimacy, not solace. That clarity was confirmed when her breasts now touched my t-shirt, and she reached down to encompass my cock, pulling back the foreskin to uncover its head, looking at it.

“I need to feel this, to look at it. You are so grown,” she reminded me while feeling my sack.

As she continued to stroke, I removed my t-shirt and received the full gift of skin-to-skin contact with the extended, hard points of her nipples, then the warmth and softness of her full breasts when she moved even closer. We stood there, kissing, tongues competing while my mom afforded me the privilege of touching, feeling her boobs, even holding my hand and guiding it down inside her pajama bottoms to discover the soft, dew-covered flower between her legs, making sure that I had no difficulty feeling.

“Your bed. Right now!” she managed to get out without breaking our kiss.

Mom’s pajama bottoms were off on the floor in the hall before I lobbed my t-shirt to the foot of my bed. Our hands and tongues behaved as if they were on a long-awaited touch and taste tour. Her nipples, now fully extended, goaded me to kiss, lick, and suck them. She and I admired her nipples at the same time, then Mom proudly caressed her breasts with both hands, offering them to me.

“Nice, don’t you agree? Go ahead. They’re yours, they need your gentle attention badly.”

I easily reciprocated by holding her breasts while teasing her hardened nipples with the tips of my thumbs. Her perky nipples seemingly became even harder. Both of her hands then went into busy mode, one around my cock and the other softly around my neck guiding me to her face, lips, nipples, and neck.

Her “playtime,” as she phrased it, continued slowly and settled in place. Ever cognizant of the exigencies of time on a workday, Mom hastened the strokes of my cock and whispered, “You first. Lie back.”

In the bed and on her knees, she looked down, beating my meat, caressing my balls with the other hand, occasionally moving her hand from my sack to rub her pussy with those same fingers, and smiling through the entire occasion. Bending over, she kissed my stomach, then became the first to kiss my shaft. As much as I anticipated, she did not kiss or lick the head of my cock or take it into her mouth. Still, that, plus the accumulation of our morning activity were enough to trigger my climax. I vowed to learn how to put my own orgasm on the back burner and to let my mom have even more fun. This was too good!

With warm drops and strings of cum from my navel to my chest, she smiled even more, and I ended my few moments of carnal pleasure with, “Mom!” She then grabbed the t-shirt from the foot of my bed and quickly dried me, and within seconds she was on her back, legs narrowly apart, pulling my right hand toward her pleasure nest. She stopped between kisses to insist, “You do me now.”

My “doing her” was a pleasure but not time-consuming. I think that Mom must have been ready when I caressed her love box in the hallway, and during our playtime in the bed, she continually touched or rubbed her pussy. I liked watching her pleasure herself, and I relished the feeling of her growing climax, the firm little nub near the top of her pussy, the increased wetness beneath my hand with the two fingers that she insisted on, and the now expected, “Oh, fuck! I needed that. I wanted you to play with my pussy. I needed it in the hallway, and I do need this,” she softly said to me with her fingers toying around my rod.

With one exception, my first full exploration of my mother’s beautiful body was uninhibited: That exception was her words to me after we were both on the bed that morning: “Play, but no fucking this morning. Later. I’ll tell you.”

My room became our morning sexual playground. There was no discussion about incest or the taboo of me being her son or her being my mom. It simply never came up.

Perhaps narcissistic, my consideration for Dad’s feelings was absent each time Mom pumped my cock or made the last few strokes before my orgasmic explosion, nor did I imagine what he might think if he knew about me feeling and kissing Mom’s tits, tonguing her nipples, or guiding my fingers over, around, and inside her saturated pussy when she approached her climax predictably accompanied by the expression “Oh, fuck!”

We had no time for coffee or breakfast that morning.

The following day, Saturday, was half-day work schedule güvenilir bahis siteleri as usual. After making up for a skipped shower the night before and getting ready for work, I met Mom in the kitchen drinking coffee wearing her long black robe. As soon as she turned to hand me a cup, I noticed that her opened robe revealed crimson panties along with other captivating features. Setting the cup on the dinette table, her free hand slipped around my neck, pulling me to her and Mom saying, “I have plenty of these for you,” just before kissing me the same way we had kissed in the hallway the previous morning.

Breaking the kiss, she informed me, “your dad is in town picking up more shelving for the garage, and Sister did a sleepover at her friend’s after a late night out.” While telling me this, Mom’s right hand busied itself unbuckling my belt, unzipping my jeans, and tugging out my cock.

“Ever do this in the kitchen when Mommy wasn’t here?” she asked, and before I could answer, Mom’s pumping motion had already increased and primed me to respond. “Yes, I have, Mommy, but you doing it feels a lot better.” She had previously used the word “Mommy” repeatedly, and I had noticed, for whatever reason, it brightened her eyes and urged her on.

My fingers eased inside her robe and lightly circled her nipples while she jerked me off. Mom stopped stroking, bent down, and kissed the shaft of my cock like she had done before, but a longer, wetter kiss, sucking the side of my shaft, she wet the tips of her fingers and let them tease the helmet of my cock.

“You like?” she asked when straightening up. “Yes, as much as you like,” I responded, and Mom hastened the pace of stroking me. “More next time, Sweetie,” she injected, then smothered me with another tongue kiss.

That and her next words, “Mommy is milking you. Cum for Mommy” set off my orgasm.

“It’s just us, and Mommy wants to see your big guy shoot,” she whispered while I kept feeling her nipples, getting in a kiss every few pumps.

A few more strokes and Mom reached for a dishtowel on the counter, smothered every drop of my warm load, and smiled the entire time, showing that she was not only pleased with her achievement but clearly enjoyed it. I noticed her smelling the dishtowel, twice, before tossing it into the sink.

Without zipping me, Mom carefully pushed me into a dinette chair, shoved a cup of coffee in front of me, and sat down across the table as if everything that just happened was simply routine.

“I love kissing my man down there,” she informed me while swishing her toes back and forth under the table over my still exposed cock. The dinette table in the nook was a four-seater and far from large enough to prohibit my mom’s foot play.

Seeing the smile on my face and without waiting for me to comment, Mom added, “Better next time. You will like.”

My thoughts did not deviate from her words as I left for work, and those thoughts continued during the remainder of my short weekend shift that morning. Most of the work was routine prep work for the following week. I also thought about how and when I would return the special pleasure that she had given me in the kitchen, guessing that she would have no objections. Although I had thought about it, I never attempted to go down on the only girl with whom I had been sexually involved, but I knew about oral sex and had fantasized about it a lot while beating my meat. I was confident that Mom would have no reservations.

Getting off work shortly after one o’clock and arriving home, I noticed Dad installing the new shelving in the garage when I returned from work and pulled into the driveway. We talked for a while, and I offered to help him. He told me he was almost finished, but that Mom was upset and that he would talk later. I made my way inside to find Mom in silent tears sitting at the dinette. She wasn’t boohooing, but it was evident that she was emotionally troubled.

“Not right now” was all she said to me when I asked her what was wrong.

Showered and a change of clothes, I looked forward to some time out with a couple of my close friends at the shooting range followed by barbecued ribs on the river where one of them lived. Both buddies had made plans to attend a local junior college at summer’s end, but because the job I had landed after graduation paid so well, my plans were different.

After an unusually early arrival home Saturday evening, I heard Mom and Dad talking in the den. Soon after, Dad approached me in the kitchen and handed me a letter which explained why Mom had been disturbed earlier that day after I had gotten off work. The letter’s return address, Selective Service System. I had a pretty good feeling what was on the inside but did not want to believe it.

“Greetings: You are hereby ordered for induction into the Armed Forces of the United States,” etc.

I had never been a newshound but was mindful then that Vietnam was still a serious fight in the Far East in the early 1970’s. Disheartened but not shocked, I was somewhat surprised by the date of the letter and what I determined an early report date to the induction center, this Thursday. It was then that I noticed the date of the letter, two weeks earlier. I had to wonder if Dad had been holding back what he also knew was a military draft notice.

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A Visit with Granny

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“Did you bring the stuff?” Old Lady Walters asked him the minute he swung his leg through the fire escape window and entered the room.

He had to be nuts to be keep doing this, Ricky Davis thought as he pulled his other leg over the sill and then closed the window behind him. His social life was really pathetic if he had to do stuff like this.

Nevertheless, he patted the inside pocket of his parka. “It’s all right here,” he told Walters, as he pulled out the Glad sandwich bag stuffed with the Viagra pills he had filched out of the medicine cabinet back home.

“This ought to be enough to rouse a dead elephant,” he told her as he handed the pills over to her.

“Thanks, sonny,” Walters said, holding up the packet to examine it in the moonlight, and scratching the white whiskers that grew from her chin. “You’re right, this ought to be enough to perk up every one of those limp-dicked old coots around here.”

Ricky guessed there were going to be quite a few randy geezers running around the Happy Valley Nursing Home tonight.

Old Lady Walters took out a couple of pills and downed them herself. Dry. She gave Ricky a smug grin as she smacked her lips.

“What are you doing?” Ricky gasped.

“Ain’t you been reading the papers, boy? These pills work for us women too, you know. Now get going. Why don’t you go say hello to your grandmother over there, for God’s sake?” Old Lady Walters then turned and walked out into the corridor, where she was immediately surrounded by a horde of grasping senior citizens, eager to receive the benediction Walters could bestow upon them from the sandwich bag Ricky had given her.

Meanwhile Ricky decided to take her advice. He turned around at looked at the figure reclining on the bed. He saw that her eyes were open. “Hello, Granny,” he said.

“Is that you, Benny?” she asked, stretching out her arms to receive him. She was thinking that he was Gramps again. Well, why wouldn’t she? He could tell from the old photographs that he was the spitting image of Gramps back when Gramps was in the prime of his life. The codger must not have had a recessive gene in internet casino his whole body. Plus, Granny’s mind was so far gone now that she probably didn’t even know she had a grandson any more. No wonder she thought he was Gramps.

As usual, Ricky decided to play along with Granny’s delusion. Granny deserved a little happiness in her final days, a little reprieve from the tedium of this hellhole. He walked over to her and let her enfold him in her arms.

“Oh, Benny, where have you been?” she whispered, placing his hand inside her nightgown, upon her sweetly wrinkled breast. “Why have you stayed away so long?”

Her tongue found his mouth as she unzipped him and tugged down his pants and underwear. He had to be nuts to be doing this, Ricky Davis thought as he let her massage his penis. His social life was really pathetic if he had to do stuff like this.

Then she performed the maneuver. Her ancient hand grasped his balls and twisted them in that special way that only Granny could do. As always, Ricky found himself instantly erect, with the biggest hard-on of his life (if you didn’t count the other seven times Granny had played her special brand of pocket pool with his testicles).

Gramps had been a lucky guy, Ricky mused. A very lucky guy. He found himself secretly envying the old coot, may he forever rest in peace.

But Granny had fallen asleep, and Ricky heard a familiar voice behind him.

“I see she’s got you all primed for me again. It’s so nice of you to visit your Granny so often, Ricky. You’re such a devoted grandson. Now, have you got any sugar left for the rest of us girls?”

In the dim light of the bedroom, Thelma Johnson looked like the pictures of Jayne Mansfield Ricky had seen in that old issue of Life magazine. It was the blond wig of course. Thelma had twenty-year-old hair sitting atop her eighty-year-old scalp. And the implants. Some greedy plastic surgeon had recently violated an entire cannon of professional ethics to install a set of watermelon-sized tits on the old girl. What the hell, a buck was a buck, Ricky supposed. And he knew the old girl was loaded.

He canlı poker oyna looked down at his granny, who was now snoring peacefully away. He would leave it to one of the Viagra-crazed geezers to service her later. He really didn’t believe in incest anyway.

It always made him feel guilty.

He got off the bed and beckoned to Thelma Johnson. He was still hard as a rock, as he always was for about an hour after Granny performed the maneuver on him. He let Thelma remove his shirt and run her tongue over his stomach. It was the silicon implants, he knew. He couldn’t resist the implants.

He had to be nuts to be doing this, Ricky Davis thought as he ripped off Thelma’s nightgown. His social life was really pathetic if he had to do stuff like this.

Thelma brandished the straps she had removed from Henry Foster’s straitjacket, and, as usual, he let her secure his hands to the hook on Old Lady Walter’s traction device. He was now standing stark naked, practically on tiptoes, his hands tied above his head, and his penis raised in a quasi-Nazi salute, thanks to Granny’s ministrations.

His penis grew an extra inch as Thelma removed the dentures from her mouth, revealing sensuous, toothless gums that would have been the envy of Gabby Hayes. Those sweet gums soon surrounded his manhood, Thelma’s soft mouth feeling like the most active cunt in the universe as she sucked and sucked him like a famished toothless baby at its mother’s breast.

If other guys could only know the joys offered by the toothless, Ricky thought, as he exploded violently in Thelma’s mouth. As usual after Granny’s maneuver, his prick remained firm and ready for action even after he came.

He heard the clatter in the hallway and knew what was coming next.

Sophie Goldstein rounded the corner, her strong hands gripping the aluminum bars of her walker as she inched her way toward Tim. Her blue hair stood in a bouffant not unlike that of the bride of Frankenstein in the old Boris Karloff movie. She looked approvingly at Ricky’s member, still risen in full salute, and smacked her lips.

“Well, I see you’ve poker oyna got him fluffed for me again, Thelma,” she said, gripping Ricky’s throbbing organ. “Really nice job this time too.”

She opened her robe and tore off her colostomy bag. “Now you’re going to feel what is like to be inside a woman, Ricky. Really inside,” she whispered as she impaled herself on Ricky’s organ.

Ricky could feel the wetness of the insides of Sophie’s body, the soft inner lining of her intestine as his penis slid along it. It was so much more intimate than being in a cunt, he thought. When you were in a cunt, you were really still left outside the woman’s body, in a tunnel maybe, but outside nevertheless. With Sophie, he knew what it was like to be truly within a woman, to roam among her internal organs, to feel the true squishiness of her inner depths, rather than the antiseptic, albeit moist walls of a cunt designed only to guide you to the proper place to make your nightly deposit, but never to allow you true entrance.

You could only get something like this at the Happy Valley Nursing Home.

Ricky began to come, just thinking about where he was. He came and came and came again as Sophie milked him with the pulsing walls of her intestines and the practiced muscles of her talented abdomen, which alternately squeezed and released his prick as it thrust into the secret depths of her bowels.

Then he heard it, even as Sophie expelled his throbbing member from her colostomy opening. Someone was whistling the theme from the old French movie A Man and a Woman and prancing down the hallway.

There was only one resident in the Happy Valley Nursing Home who both whistled and pranced on a daily basis, Ricky thought. That faggot Myron Washington.

Washington executed a perfect ballet pirouette as he leapt into Granny’s room. His ten inch member was already jutting toward the ceiling, whether from the early effects of the Viagra or simply because he was glad to see Ricky, Ricky could not say.

Ricky’s wrists strained against his restraints as Washington executed a delightful pas de basque and landed himself in position behind Ricky’s ass.

He had to be nuts to keep coming here, Ricky thought as Sophie and Thelma spread his buttocks apart to provide old man Washington easier access. His social life must be truly pathetic if he had to do stuff like this.

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I strode through the airport and plastered on my regulation smile. After all, I was a flight attendant and we were known for being eternally happy. I wore mine like a grimace, secretly hoping to snarl at some unsuspecting brat and send them screaming back to their mommy’s arms. I felt like being mean and my reputation served me. Everyone who flew with Tawnya Simonsen knew that she was a consummate flight professional but try to touch or get close to me and I’d chop your head off. I never liked relationships and I wasn’t about to start now.

Being a flight attendant had served my purposes well. I could meet hundreds of people without having a lasting connection and my fucks had been nameless, faceless women from every continent, sometimes not even speaking English. But sex was a language that everyone understood and pussy was pussy. I decided to stop by the Delta desk and see if Anita was there. I’d been itching to get into her pants and nothing started a flight better than a juicy piece of ass.

Ah, luck! The beautiful and delectable Anita delGado was at the desk, her thick, curly hair falling in a black waterfall over her shoulders. She was assisting a customer but the slight smile that curved her luscious lips when she glanced my way was enough to tell me that I had been noticed. When the customer was given his tickets, his bags checked and sent on his way, she turned to me with a sexy smile.

“Hi, güvenilir bahis ‘Nita.”

“Morning, Tawnya. What’s up?”

“My blood pressure every time I get around you.”

She smiled prettily. “You’re such a flirt!”

“So why don’t you ever take me up on it?”

“Because I’ve heard of your reputation, Tawnya.”

I moved closer, just enough to appear like two friends sharing a secret but I really took a deep whiff of her perfume. “So? What’s that got to do with a quick bit of heaven?”

“It has everything to do with it. I don’t want to be a notch on your sexual bedpost.”

“Aw, Anita! I would never think of you as a notch.” I licked my lips, thinking of the taste of her spicy Spanish poon. “You’re far too beautiful for that.”

“So what am I if I give you what you want?”

“An appetizer.” I answered, itching to stroke her breast that was just an inch from my fingers. “A spicy, creamy appetizer that will melt on the tip of my tongue.” I grinned at the blush that rose on her cheeks. “You won’t have to do a thing except let me drink from your fountain.”

“Jesus, Tawnya, you’ve got me so hot … “

I leaned as close as I dared and gave her earlobe a quick suck before whispering, “Put the 10 minute break sign out and meet me in the Gold Circle bathroom.” Without a second glance, I stowed my pull-on behind the desk and headed off to the bathroom. türkçe bahis A few seconds later, Anita knocked lightly and I yanked her into the tiny room, locking the door and pushing her to the wall while pushing my tongue into her mouth.

Anita reacted like the Spanish wildcat that she was. She pulled me to her, unbuttoning and pulling her jacket off, then working on her blouse’s buttons. I pounced on her cinnamon globes as soon as her bra appeared, greedily sucking and licking through the lace demi-cups and pulling the fabric down until her dark chocolate nipples appeared. I sucked that soft flesh into my mouth like a meringue puff, violently licking until it hardened on my tongue. She hissed, pulling my mouth away to give me a rough kiss before allowing me to move to her other nipple.

She pushed my face into her breast meat, mashing my nose into her flesh as she gasped at the roughness of my attention. I quickly left her glorious chest and dropped to my knees, shoving her blue polyester skirt up and licking up her right thigh to the center of her hose. Anita shivered and moaned, fumbling with the elastic waist of the hose but I grabbed her hands, pushing them aside. Using my fingers, I ripped a hole in the center panel, jerking it open with both hands and reaching in to tongue the wet gusset of her panties.

“Fuck!” Anita ripped the hose away herself and pressed her fragrant cunt into my face. güvenilir bahis siteleri I growled, enjoying her aggressiveness and bit her lips and clit through the cotton of her panties. She reared back, half-gasping and half-screaming and I took the opportunity to rid her lovely pussy of its covering, thrusting my tongue inside her steamy crack. Her body trembled in my hands and I pushed her legs farther open, burrowing deeper. My tongue met her weeping hole and I pushed it up as far as I could into her, fucking her until she was gasping my name with each stroke.

Her first orgasm burst on my tongue like biting into a ripe, juicy peach. I whimpered, rubbing my nose against her clit and licking her lovely cream up. I continued, licking and suctioning her juices and she came again with no noise other than a loud gasp. I ratcheted up the tension, licking faster and sucking harder and when Anita reached that peak, I shoved my finger into her asshole and sucked on her clit so hard that she shouted. Her body vibrated and thick, sweet cream flowed onto my tongue. I hummed as I swallowed it, gulping and licking while Anita fought to keep herself upright, her pussy still clenching as I dutifully cleaned it.

“Fuck! That was the best appetizer I’ve ever had!” Anita breathed, pushing her skirt down as I stood up.

“Sorry about the hose. I owe you a pair.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Anita put her arms around me and gave me a kiss that made my nipples harden like stones. “Come see me after you get back.” She checked her make-up and dropped the hose into the trash can. “And then you can pay for the hose by giving me an entrée next time.”

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My name is Brandon, I am six foot even with blue eyes and dark brown hair. I am toned without a six pack, and fit without being able to run 20km. I am better than average physically and mentally and about to strut over to the most exclusive campus party around. I have only just recently moved to the inner city university campus known as Saint Brezhine’s. Previously I had suffered through a community college in order to acquire enough credits to attend a ‘real’ university. In comparison with the community college I had lovingly dubbed ‘Scatsdale’, the new university ‘Pomp and Circumstance’ seemed like a massive upgrade. The building were several hundred years old at least, covered in green mildew along the sides and, in places, reminiscent of some of the gothic architecture I had seen in British and French churches. The buildings were astounding and seemed to expand their eerie, sombre, yet graceful features late at night (particularly once I had taken a few puffs from my weed pipe).

It did not take me long to get into the swing of things. Almost immediately I worked out which lectures did not require attendance, the minimum amount of tutorials that I could miss without failing the relevant unit and, most importantly, the time and date of some of the campuses most exclusive parties. The Big Kahuna night, Fright night (weirdly six months before Halloween), Kilts or shorts night and Drink a Fuck Ton of Beer night (admittedly after a few months the names of the events became increasingly crude and simplistic). Every Friday, Saturday and even on some Wednesdays I attended one or other iteration of the mentioned parties. Some of the more interesting parties of course tended to be off campus either on a boat, or in an underground club, in which some of my friends were able to organise some E tablets. After 2-3 months of constant drinking and occasional drug abuse however, it became clear to me that neither my liver nor my grades were appreciative of my selfish actions. I consequently decided to narrow my parties down to one carefully selected party per week.

One Friday afternoon after classed had ended I decided to check out the bulletin board for some secret parties. My friends wanted to go to the local pub’s happy hour, but after feigning illness I was able to dodge what I considered a sexual proving ground for ‘newbies, drunks and psychopaths.’ On the way out of one of the more majestic Gothic buildings that retained a broad archway from the 18th century, I casually strolled across one the campus’s smaller lawns to check out a small and unimpressive brick building that had been created for the student council/gym equipment. The bulletin board was stuck using simple thumb tacks to the overpainted door frame of the building. I started to scan for anything of interest… lost property… upcoming finals for fine art… basketball tryouts… phantom of the opera tickets… After looking over the double sided sheet a few times (having to flip it around and read it upside down like a dunce) I noticed that there were no official or unofficial parties listed. Not even one with subliminal text such as ‘study room b maths practice’ or ‘food meat swap’. With a sigh of exasperation I moved away from the bulletin board and instead headed in the direction of the girls dormitories, hoping to run into some girls that I knew.

I had been here previously a number of times during drunken one night stands, and yet surprisingly I had never run into these girls again, but of course the large size of the campus made this understandable. After walking for about 10-20 minutes I realised that I was near the edge of the güvenilir bahis campus, and had not seen a single girl outside. Strange I thought, before I remembered that most of them were probably at the local pub. I was about to turn around and head back when, in the corner of my vision, I saw a pink slip of paper stream across the grass. Somehow the wind managed to whip the paper right into my face. After experiencing a momentary flash of anger, I realised that the paper had become stuck to my face. I pulled the paper off and was about to throw it away, but paused after noting what was written: ‘Slumber party at Alexa’s: invite only’; in bold, curly letters. There was also a picture of the girl in question, smiling with brown hair down to her shoulder blades, size C breasts and a strong frame to carry them around. I noticed that she had a naughty and even enticing expression on her face and was immediately turned on. I looked at the address and realised that it was merely 5 minutes’ walk away from my current position, back towards the university, but on the outskirts of the girl’s dormitories. With a heady mix of lust and adrenaline, I began to strut towards the location. I recalled the Bee Gee’s music video Staying Alive, where the singers moved with comparable confidence and vigour, and began quietly singing and humming the song as I got closer to Alexa’s party.

The building housing Alexa’s party had a gothic façade in keeping within the aesthetic of the campus, but had been built much more recently. I had been in one of the rooms before, and it seemed typical of dormitories that I had seen in ‘Scatsdale’, which is to say cramped but doable for 3-4 people to sit down. I had to go up to the third floor, but once there I found the right dorm. Number 303 which similarly styled in the way of Alexa’s invitation form. With a barely moment’s pause I rapped my knuckles against the door. The door opened and Alexa stood before me. She was even more enchanting in person. Initially her eyes showed great kindness with a clear desire for some naughty behaviour, which I of course was willing to provide. But upon seeing me she began to frown.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

“I’m here for the party.”

“I’m sorry, but invite only”.

“But I have this bottle of vodka” I said, pulling an expensive limited edition absolut from my bag while putting forward my most charming smile.

A smile began to warm her face as she considered this turn of events.

“I can’t make exceptions when it comes to men I’m afraid”.

I began to frown as I realised my gambit had failed.

She raised an eyebrow and said while smiling, “I didn’t say that you couldn’t come in though.”

I began to chuckle and walked over the threshold.

The first thing I noticed was that the dorm was much bigger than the dorms of ‘Scatsdale’ and Pomp and Circumstance’ that I had seen previously. The main space was huge, it had a full kitchen, entertainment space (including three four seater couches) and a running twister game with girls who were playing in various stages of undress. The second thing I noticed was Alexa snatching the vodka from my hands and staring at me with curiosity. It did not take long for to understand why. I was shrinking, seemingly everywhere at once. My head, chest, feet in particular began to feel tight as I noticed the ceiling increasing in height. Aside from simply shrinking, I could see my fingers and nails begin to lengthen, with each passing second they became more and more slender. While this happened my feet and arms also became more and more slender. Hair that had proliferated along my body began to disappear, while the texture of my skin became softer and softer. Simultaneously I experienced a shrinking sensation in my genital areas, and an expansion of weight above my türkçe bahis rib cage. Small lumps appeared on my chest and expanded into size B breasts. Concurrently my penis and balls began to contract, creating an uncomfortable vacuum effect. I could not see beneath my pants, but after a while began to notice the vacuum sensation fade, only to be replaced by what I can only describe as ‘missing limb’ syndrome. Finally, my hair and face began to change. My nose began to shorten, my ears came closer to my head and my lips began to push out and naturally pout. My hair began to grow quickly and, change colour. My hair stopped at my shoulder blades and looked to now be platinum blonde.

The feelings of constriction and expansion stopped. I noticed that I had dropped a few inches and was likely around 5″7 or 5″8.

“What the fuck!” I yelled, and immediately experienced regret as a shrieking soprano voice ripped from my pouty lips.

Alexa grimaced.

“As I said, boys aren’t allowed in.”

“I…I… I need to sit down.”

“Please come this way” Alexa said, looking somehow concerned and amused at the same time.

She led me over to one of the couches and asked if I would like something to drink.

“Ummm… vodka?” I replied churlishly.

She nodded, ignoring my irritated reply.

As she moved off, I noticed that the girls on the twister board had stopped playing. They began to move toward me, and each of them gave me an impromptu hug. They were all drunk and struggled to ben over without falling on top of me, it was however, impossible for them to avoid shoving their breasts in my face.

“What’s your name?”

“I… Br-Mel. My name is Mel.”

The girls started to giggle.

“Brammel?” Two of them asked while shaking from laughter.

“Mel, just Mel I replied with a slightly dour voice.”

“Okay Mel. Well welcome to the party!” One said with beautiful green eyes, long blonde hair and an iridescent complexion.

“Would you like to play with us?” A short brunette asked while trying to prevent her C cup boobs from falling out of her singlet.

“Sure. Why not.” I smiled in response.

“Very good.” I turned to see Alexa out of the corner of my eye returning with what looked like a Sex on the Beach… some strapons and some lube.

Confused, I looked over to see that the girls were removing the twister mat and replacing it with a few yoga mats connected with Velcro straps. Aside from the Brunnette, the blonde and Alexa, I noticed a girl with short cropped blue-tinged hair and tattoos along her arms. Her boobs were comparatively small, compared to the others, but on par with the size B boobs that I had recently gained. She began to move towards me hungrily, and in a moment of panic I began to say

“stop… stop…stop…”

Suddenly everyone in the room stopped moving and began to frown. Seeing my distress Alexa asked the girls to stand in the corridor for a moment. The three other girls, then shuffled out of sight.

“I can see this may be quite distressing for you” Alexa said while dropping next to me.

“I don’t quite understand what’s happening.”

“You are a woman and this is a lesbian slumber party”, she responded without missing a beat.

“I know that but…”

“Listen, I want you to know that I think you are beautiful.” As she said this she slid her right hand over my knee.

My heart began to flutter as I heard this, no one had ever called me beautiful. Certainly not as a man.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” She asked with her imploring eyes.

“You are amazing.” I cupped my mouth in surprise, I had not expected such an answer to come out.

She began to smile.

She began to stroke my knee with her right hand, while pulling up towards my hip. I güvenilir bahis siteleri felt a small tingle every time she moved her hand up and began to breathe heavily. She noticed my lack of composure and brought my face round with her left hand. Up close I noticed her cute button nose, and clear blue eyes. Compared to Alexa, I had a very slight frame, and in close proximity she made me feel safe. While thinking this she started to stroke my face and edge her hand toward my pussy. My breathing grew louder and she leaned in and began to kiss me. Our lips were similarly pouty and pushed against each other quickly and intensely. She tuck her tongue out and I retuned in kind. Lapping in and out, out tongues formed a sweet and delicate bond that was mirrored the emotions that I was begging to feel for her. After becoming lost in sensation, she pushed me over onto the couch and put her hips either side of me. She started to literally rip my clothes off me, first my Foo Fighters t-shirt and then my jeans. She managed to teat my shirt off, but had to ask me to politely assist her in taking off my denim jeans. Following this she was able to tear my boxers off me. I gasped as I saw my new pussy and commensurate landing strip.

“How convenient” I thought while in a state of heady ecstasy. Alexa started licking and sucking my tits. In response I moaned and pushed them closer together. At this point, my body felt electrified at each point of contact between Alexa and I, I felt ecstatic. This feeling was accentuated by her hand pushing against my clitoris, causing me to yelp. She momentarily stopped.

“Too much?” She asked.

“Too much” I responded.

We both then began to giggle. Following this she shifted her body down the couch so that her face was facing my pussy. With little warning she began slowly and sensuously licking.

What a thrill! I began to squeal…

“hnnggh”, “HNNNgggH”!

Each time a sound escaped my lips it was higher and higher pitched, and the sound alone was hot and helped to turn me on. Finally, I felt a gushing sensation as my pussy gave up and orgasmed. I sighed. Having noted the orgasm, Alexa came up to kiss and swap my cum with her. I licked my lips and smiled.

“Yum!” I said while giggling.

“It’s not over yet” she said, with a devious smile spreading across her face.

Alexa bent over and picked up two of the strapons that she had left on the floor. “Pink or black?” She asked.

“Pink!” I exclaimed.

As I said this Alexa noticed my fingernails and toenails change. Now they were a bright hue of pink, just like the dildo!

Laughing, Alexa said “I guess there was some magic left after all”.

Gently pushing me into position she asked me to spread my legs as she attached the strap on.

She pushed me back into the couch as she fixed the strapon to her hips, and then started to insert. To begin with it felt painful. I yelped in pain while Alexa quickly and determinedly shoved the strapon further in. I was then caught between a feeling of ecstasy and pain, which helped to get me over the sensation of discomfort. Alexa then started to move back and forth. She cupped my breasts for support and then started to hammer me with the strap on. With each successive thrust of the strap on I felt sexier and sexier. Alexa was so beautiful and strong, and her vigour only turned me on harder. I began to shriek in ecstasy as the strapon hit all the sides of my pussy. I felt so safe and amazing with her! A spark of love entered my soul as she fucked me within an inch of making me incoherent, but just before I passed out from the combination of pleasure and pain, I came. Panting with beads of sweat on her brow, Alexa winked at me. I winked back.

“That was amazing!” I said with lust in my eyes.

Alexa pushed me back over and began to make out with me. After a few more minutes of swapping saliva and tongue wrestling, she moved up on to her knees and looked seductively at me.

“This ain’t over yet. Your turn girls!”

To be continued…

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Music pounded around her. The club was an exclusive one, and had only the best DJ’s turning on any given night. The floor literally vibrated under her feet. She looked at the bouncer that let her in without issue, then at the writhing mass of bodies visible beyond the door.

Swathed in light that shifted like water, the strobes gave an interesting effect to the already interesting décor of the club.

Despite the pristine white columns, giving a very Romanesque feeling to the building, it was more the type of place one would expect to see a vampire, were they to really exist. Dark, shadowed, and very much gothic, as the light shifted, one could see the blood-red marbling on those otherwise perfect pillars.

She turned a full circle, amazed with the dark, gothic beauty of the place.

Soon, she was pulled into the mass of dancing bodies in the center.

It was an all women’s club, most of the members were lesbians, and of very high socioeconomic background. The rich, and sometimes famous, came here to be unknown and with others like themselves.

She was the very picture of gothic sophistication, her golden hair the only challenge to the black velvet that sheathed her slim frame. Fishnet stockings climbed impossibly long and shapely legs, meeting with the sensuous garter belt that peeked through the slit in her gown as she walked.

She found the bar, and found something to her liking.

She had never been a part of the “closed-door” scene here. Those people went into the opulent, beautiful rooms around the outer walls of the building for wild sexual escapades involving nearly any fantasy.

She herself had been in a committed relationship for many years, and only came here to dance.

But she had come home to her beloved Tara and another woman in her bed.

Leila had left in a fit of pain, anguish, betrayal, and anger.

She only wanted a couple drinks and a chance to forget, even if for a while, but she still had no desire to go back into those rooms. A few drinks it was, and with so little food on her stomach from the stress, she was feeling the welcome fuzziness starting to creep around her.

Leila stepped out onto the marble floor, feeling the pulse of bodies and the intoxicating smell of female musk and sexual energy around her. It made her heady, and light-headed.

Alaera saw the golden-haired beauty from across the room, from where she was perched in one of the tables. She quirked an eyebrow, her head cocking slightly as she watched the lithe woman make her way into the crowd. From her elevated seat, Alaera watched the woman’s every motion.

Alaera closed her dark blue eyes, and instantly, the room started to spin. She had the sense that the woman was hurting, and the taste of betrayal hung thick around her. Alaera felt a pang of sympathy and pursed her lips, watching the way the other woman moved, the sinuous contour of perfect legs, and the glimpse of a delicious garter belt underneath. Alaera could not help but smile. It was a favourite for her. There was nothing so sexy and feminine as a beautiful woman in thigh-high stockings and a garter belt. A pair of heels and the right panties could put Alaera into a froth without effort.

Alaera had an amazing sense for that which one felt but would not say. Some called it “a sixth sense” or “Clairvoyance”. It didn’t really matter what it was. It worked. That is what mattered.

Alaera stood, pushing a lock of silken black hair back from her face and stepped down from her pedestal to mingle into the crowd.

Of course, such dancing would have people in close contact, and most accidental touching was ignored. In her current state, Leila didn’t care. She just wanted to forget.

And, in her state, it was easy for her not to notice the woman slipping her way through the crowd towards her.

Leila moved and writhed to the beat of the music, until she felt cool hands slip around her waist from behind, and the feeling of a soft body press against her.

It felt so good…

Leila squirmed a bit, and tried to turn, but the gentle grasp held her firm.

“You are needing escape, I can tell. Let me show you a night that will help you forget,” a simmering illegal bahis voice whispered in her ear.

Leila blinked, not quite sure she heard what she did. Alaera smiled and stepped back only so the blonde could turn but remain in her arms. Leila turned, and stared at the other woman.

“You must have me mistaken,” Leila replied quietly, barely audible over the pounding music. “I just came to get a few drinks and dance.”

“You came to forget.”

Leila sighed. “How can you tell?”

The sable-haired woman gave an expression of concern. “It’s in those eyes of yours. Never a colour of blue-green have I seen before, but it’s the pain and anguish I see more glaringly. Betrayal.”

Leila’s eyes dropped to the floor. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow, amidst the alcohol and her distraction, she found herself on the edge of the dance floor, closer to the wall. “Yes.”

Alaera stepped forward, her lips hovering inches away from Leila’s.

“Let me help you.”

Leila sighed, and looked down… and then, everything went black.

Leila woke in darkness. She was warm, but disoriented. It took her several moments to realize that she was nude, and laying on something that was so heavenly soft it felt like sheepskin. She was covered, but only barely. For the warmth of the room, she was covered only with something light and breathable. She blinked a few more times, and still couldn’t see. Finally, she realized she was blindfolded.

She squirmed, reaching to try to remove it, only to find her hands and wrists bound. She could move only a small amount.

She started to panic, and yank against the thick, soft bindings. That is, until, she heard a familiar voice.

“Shhhh…. You are safe,” the voice told her.

Leila froze. It was the same voice she had heard earlier in the club, from the mesmerizing, dark-haired woman.

Leila felt soft lips trail across her cheek, and press to her lips in an intense kiss. As the kiss ended, she could feel the fabric covering her lift, and the warmth of another form next to her. A hand slid over Leila’s slim form, a gentle, feminine touch. Hands started to roam over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin.

She was confused, and wasn’t sure what to do. But when she felt those hands cup her full breasts, gently rolling her nipples between soft fingers, the only noise she could muster was a groan of pleasure.

Fingers trailed lower, and trailed over her thighs, moving inward.

“You know,” the voice told her, “those fishnets and that garter belt were absolutely delicious on such beautiful and supple thighs as these.” The hand moved inward, and gently urged Leila’s legs to part.

Leila gasped as she did, and the hand came up between her legs, soft fingers playing over the velvety, womanly lips.

“How wet you are already. Here you are, helpless, bound by your wrists and ankles, blindfolded, and at my mercy. You like it, don’t you, my sweet little pet?”

Leila whimpered, and nodded. A purring groan of pleasure met her ears.

Lips kissed gently down Leila’s cheek, over her chin, and to her throat. The nibbling and sensation of the other woman’s tongue was amazing.

“Tell me your name, my pet.”

Leila struggled to bring herself together enough to even muster speech.

“Leilatha Vaeris. Leila.”

The hand between her legs never relented, soft fingers probing into warm, wet depths. The other hand came up to cup Leila’s breast. Then, she felt lips, and tongue working over her nipple.

Leila gasped, and squirmed, her senses on fire.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Leila, you will call me Mistress. Am I clear?”

Leila nodded, and bucked her hips slightly, feeling the fingers surge into her deeper.

Leila gasped as the kisses trailed lower, and she could feel her Mistress’s tongue working over her soft skin. The other woman pressed her body tightly against Leila’s and slowly squirmed lower, positioning herself between Leila’s legs, now spread and held in place by the bindings.

Alaera’s eyes were filled with lust, and the heady feeling of power, as she looked up at the beautiful woman held captive and in illegal bahis siteleri her thrall. The heavenly scent of Leila’s arousal filled her nose, and Alaera’s mouth started to water. Her fingers were still inside her slave, and Alaera could feel how tight and aroused Leila was.

“You are mine to do with as I please, Leila. Do you understand me?”

Leila groaned softly, and nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Alaera asked in an emphatic tone.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Alaera smiled, and rewarded her slave with a slow, trailing kiss over the inside of Leila’s thigh that caused the bound woman to squirm. Then, she reached under the sheepskin, and found an item she had hidden there earlier. Long, silvery-purple and bearing a slight curve, the phallus was large enough that Alaera was concerned she might hurt Leila if she wasn’t careful. She slowly removed her fingers, leaving Leila squirming and whimpering.

“What, baby? Do you want something?”

“Please, Mistress….”

“Please what?”

Leila only whimpered, and it made Alaera smile. The dominant woman pressed the tip of the phallus against Leila’s wet, swollen opening, and flipped a switch. The instant vibration made Leila’s hips buck, and she cried out in pleasure.

Slowly, Alaera pushed the vibrating toy into the other woman, watching Leila squirm and writhe.

Alaera leaned down and inhaled Leila’s scent again. It was too much to bear. She leaned forward, and kissed Leila’s sex.

The sensation of her Mistress’s tongue and lips against her clitoris was ecstasy. Leila couldn’t stop the cries of bliss that escaped her lips.

Alaera dove into Leila’s swollen womanhood; the vibe pressed deeply inside her now, Alaera’s lips and tongue working over the other woman’s soft nether lips.

The feeling of Leila’s thighs brushing against her face, convulsing around her head, her hips bucking against Alaera’s face was so sensual, so sexy, it made her ravenous.

Alaera’s tongue went again and again against Leila’s clit and to lap around her nether lips, trying to catch the delicious nectar of her pet’s arousal.

Leila could feel her Mistress’s tongue as it traced lovingly over her sex, never a single spot left unkissed.

Alaera could feel her pet coming closer and closer to orgasm; the fine muscles clenching around the phallus told her of what was about to come.

“Not yet, my beautiful pet, not yet,” she murmured, as she slowly pulled her tongue from Leila’s throbbing pussy. She smiled in pleasure as she heard the bound woman whimper and squirm as the Dom removed the vibrator.

Leila suddenly felt empty, almost painfully so as she hovered so close to orgasm.

Alaera stood fully, and Leila could hear her rustling around. She started to speak, but then she felt Alaera’s fingers on her lips.

“You are not to speak, unless to express your pleasure. Silence.”

Leila became silent, but her body ached. She needed her Mistress… and badly.

The bed shifted slightly, and Leila could feel the warmth of Alaera’s body next to her, pressed against her side. Hands trailed across her tender skin, drawing gasps and groans of pleasure from Leila’s lips.

Alaera came up, and pressed her lips against Leila’s fiercely, intensely. The kiss was returned, and Alaera knew she was completely in control.

The Dom broke the kiss and pulled back, leaving her bound, blindfolded slave to turn towards her, almost whimpering.

“I want you to feel something, my sweet little slave.”

Leila could barely stand it. Her curiosity was killing her. She could feel Alaera shift some on the bed, and finally, she felt her right hand being unbound. Alaera’s hands held hers, and as Alaera guided the hand to the skin of her taut stomach, it was hard for Alaera to control herself not to groan in pleasure.

She guided the other woman’s hand lower, past her naval.

Inside the darkness of the blindfold, Leila blinked, and she audibly gasped when she felt what she did.

Her Mistress wore a strap-on phallus, but not just any strap-on. From what she felt, it seemed that it had two ends; one that was obviously used on the recipient, and a second part that was impaled deeply canlı bahis siteleri into her Mistress’s, dripping-wet pussy.

It was short-lived, as her wrist was re-bound to the bed, taking with it the beautiful juices that coated her fingers.

Alaera shifted slightly, nudging Leila’s legs apart. She shifted between them, hovering over her captured slave. She leaned down at kissed the blindfolded woman, shifting her hips forward slightly. She knew she had to be careful, given the lack of sensation in the strap-on that a man would have, and how incredibly tight Leila was.

A single motion with her fingers, and the phallus shuddered to life with an intense vibration that made them both gasp.

The vibration made entrance easier, and soon, Alaera’s hips met Leila’s.

It was a slow, gentle motion, but finally, Alaera’s strap-on was buried entirely inside of the gasping, writhing woman under her.

Leila’s head was spinning from the sensation. She felt her Mistress shift a bit, withdrawing her hips and the vibrating cock, and enter again.

It was pure heaven… a moment of sheer bliss and absolute heaven.

Alaera started a rhythm, slow and gentle, and Leila could feel the intensity of the textured, vibrating strap-on as it entered her deeply and pulled out over and over.

She couldn’t hold back anymore, the composed Dominatrix groaned in pleasure, feeling the vibrations deep in her pussy where the other end of the sensual tool was. It was intense, and made more so with the picture in front of her.

The beautiful blonde woman, bound to the sheepskin covered bed, blindfolded, completely at her mercy… and her legs spread wide.

Alaera started to move a bit faster, feeling the thrust of the vibrator push up into her with each stroke, as intensely pleasurable for her as it was for Leila.

The slave whimpered, the sensation of her orgasm building again. She shivered in Alaera’s arms.

Alaera leaned down, and pressed her lips to Leila’s in a soft, sensual kiss, her lips parting slightly. Her tongue slid out, trailing along Leila’s lips.

Leila groaned, and her tongue met her Mistress’s, dancing and caressing as Alaera picked up speed.

Alaera’s orgasm started to build. The earlier stimulation of kissing, touching and licking Leila’s body, combined with the phallus that had been inside her since she started was now coming to the front as she stroked in and out of her beautiful slave.

Leila started to shudder, and whimper. “Oh… oh, Gods…. Mistress….”

“Yes?” Alaera asked with ragged breath. “What is it, my slave?”

“Oh gods… I am going to cum, Mistress…”

Alaera groaned and arched against the bound woman harder, her hips now pumping in and out faster.

“Yes…. Yes, my sweet little slave. Cum for me, cum for your Mistress,” Alaera whispered, her breath irregular.

The earth might have moved at that moment. At least, it did for these two women.

Alaera felt Leila start to writhe more, and her soft, ragged whimpers turned to intense screams of ecstasy. At nearly the very same moment, all the sensations built up, and Alaera desperately needed release.

Her once smooth motions became ragged, and she jerked, feeling her own pussy spasm uncontrollably.

The orgasm that washed over her left her seeing stars. All she could see, feel, smell and touch was Leila.

Both women climaxed, reaching orgasm simultaneously. Their hips rocked together as one, and as Leila strained at her bindings, Alaera clutched at her.

It seemed to last forever. The intense tingling and fire spread through them both, and slowly… it subsided.

Alaera slumped forward, against Leila’s heaving breasts.

Several long, endless moments passed, and Alaera couldn’t stand it any longer. She squirmed only enough to reach the bindings over Leila’s head, and finally released her arms.

Instantly, Leila wrapped her arms around Alaera tightly, pulling her down, pressing her body against Leila.

Both women’s heartbeats started to slow finally, as did their breathing. Alaera reached down, and carefully withdrew the vibrating cock from Leila, then untied the straps and slid it from herself as well. She groaned, and leaned back down to press her bare breasts against Leila’s, kissing her again.

Leila could feel those lips brush against her ear, and then she heard a soft whisper.

“I told you I would set you free.”

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