Idk how it happened, but last night was something else. it started so normal, just me in my pj shorts, scrolling on my phone, when i got that text. "i’m outside. let me in." no warning, no explanation. just him.

when i opened the door, he didn’t even say hi. his eyes were dark, intense, and before i could ask what was up, he grabbed my waist and kissed me. it wasn’t soft. it was hungry, like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

he pushed me against the wall, his hands sliding under my shorts, gripping my bare ass like he’d been dying to touch me. "you’ve been driving me insane," he growled in my ear, his voice so low it made me melt.

he didn’t stop there. he carried me to the couch, tossing me down like i weighed nothing. his hands were everywhere, grabbing, teasing, making me moan. my tank top was gone in seconds, and he just stared at me, his lips curling into this wicked smirk.

"look how wet you are," he whispered, sliding his fingers between my legs. i couldn’t even respond, just moaned as he worked me over, making me beg for more.

and when he finally slid his cock into me? fuck, i swear i saw stars. he stretched me so perfectly, every thrust deep and deliberate, like he wanted to ruin me. i couldn’t stop crying out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked me harder, faster, until i couldn’t take it anymore.

when we came, it was messy and perfect, both of us shaking and gasping for air. he kissed me after, slow and sweet, like he wasn’t done with me yet.

and honestly? neither am i.

Last night was supposed to be chill. just a few friends over, drinks, and music, but somehow, it turned into something i’ll never forget. one of my besties brought her brother along, i’d seen him before, but we never really talked. tall, messy hair, and this quiet confidence that just made him stand out.

we didn’t interact much at first, just shared a few glances from across the room. i swear every time i caught him looking, my stomach flipped. there was something about the way his eyes lingered that made me feel exposed, but in the best way.

as the night went on, people started leaving or passing out in random spots. i was in the living room picking up cups when he walked in, casually leaning against the doorframe, watching me.

“need a hand?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing.

i shrugged, pretending not to notice how close he was getting. “sure, if you’re offering.”

but instead of helping, he stepped closer, his hand brushing against mine as i grabbed another cup. “you’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

before i could even process what was happening, his lips crashed into mine. it wasn’t soft or tentative, he kissed me like he’d been holding back for too long. his hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer as i let out a soft gasp against his mouth.

things escalated fast. he backed me against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of me as his lips moved to my neck, sucking and biting just enough to make me moan. “you’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed his hard cock against me through his jeans. i was already soaked, aching to feel him inside me.

“i need you,” i whispered, my hands fumbling with his belt. he chuckled softly, helping me, and within seconds, his jeans and boxers were on the floor.

he slid my panties to the side and pushed into me in one smooth motion. i couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped, it felt so good, so fucking deep. every thrust was deliberate, hitting just the right spot and making my nails dig into his back.

“you’re so tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips as he picked up the pace. my head fell back against the wall, my moans getting louder with every thrust.

when i came, it was intense, my whole body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over me. he followed moments later, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me up.

afterward, we stayed tangled together for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, trying to process what just happened. he smirked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

i just laughed, still trying to catch my breath. if this is what trouble feels like, i’ll take it anytime.

Once I was done with all of the family activities on thanksgiving, I immediately texted the guy I have been seeing to see if he was free. For some reason when I eat a lot food, I really just want to get fucked after. I texted him how I had a thanksgiving present for him, and he got excited and told me to go over to his house. I went over and I told him I didn't get him anything. I pulled down my pants and I said "this is your present". It was my asshole with a butt plug in it.

I told him "you're going to stuff my ass with your cum for thanksgiving". He looked at me and was speechless. His eyes got all big and he didn't even know what to say. I kept getting naked and walked up to him and started making out with him while rubbing his cock over his shorts. He was turned on so fucking fast and so was I.

Once I could feel his cock throbbing through his shorts, I got on my knees and pulled his shorts down. I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking his cock. I was doing my best to give him a nice sloppy blow job so he could stuff my ass with his cum.

After about ten minutes of sucking his cock, I bent over and told him he can pull the plug out of my ass. Ugh, it felt so fucking good, he wiggled it around and slowly pulled it out. I could feel how stretched out my ass was and I loved it. He spit on my asshole and slid his cock in me. He kept telling me how fucking tight it was and how he never wanted to pull out. I thought it was so hot. He started fucking my ass so hard I was moaning the loudest I ever have. He started moaning too, and he finally said he was going to cum. I begged him to cum in my ass over and over, and he finally did. He exploded all inside my tight asshole and I felt his warm load shoot all in me, one of the best experiences I have ever had.

as a flight attendant, I’ve had my fair share of unexpected moments, but this one takes the cake. during a layover in NYC, I decided to grab drinks with a coworker I’d always had a bit of a thing for. lets call him Alex. he’s tall, charming, and always cracking jokes during our shifts. we’d flirted on and off, but nothing serious, until that night.

we ended up in a cozy, dimly lit bar near our hotel. a couple of cocktails in, the convos turned playful, and I jokingly teased him about his “big ego.” he smirked and said something like, “if only u knew what else was big about me.” I raised an eyebrow and shot back, “oh yeahhh? prove it.”

Alex leaned in closer, his confidence unwavering. “u sure u can handle it???”

lets just say curiosity got the better of me. back at the hotel, we ended up in his room. as soon as the door closed, he wasted no time undoing his belt and dropping his pants. my jaw literally dropped he wasn’t kidding. im not usually one to be intimidated, but damn.

“can I… touch it?” I asked, almost shyly. he nodded, a mischievous grin on his face.

it escalated quickly from there. the way he looked at me, the way he guided my hands it was intoxicating. things got steamy, and before I knew it, I was testing my limits, trying to see how much I could take. lets just say it was a challenge, but one I was very eager to accept.

the rest of the night was a blur of passion, laughter, and a lot of me saying, “holy shit, Alex.” by the time we were done, we were both exhausted but grinning like idiots.

we haven’t talked about it since, but every time we work the same flight, theres this unspoken tension that makes the mundane parts of the job way more fun. would I do it again? in a heartbeat.

Tom took a long sip from his glass of whisky while he listened to his friend Mark explain the details of a new Dungeons and Dragons character they were running in a weekend campaign. As usual their Halloween party had gone from games and shots to small clumps of people nursing drinks and discussing whatever was on their mind, from the mundane to the philosophical. The conversations were helped along by copious amounts of alcohol and a few blunts strategically making their rounds through the party.

Tom had initially been dressed as a classical fantasy wizard, though calling it a costume may have been a stretch. It was an outfit he had put together for the Renn Faire, including a staff he had carved himself then topped with a clever bit of engineering for a glowing orb. Now the staff sat propped in the corner, the robes were tossed haphazardly in a pile in the bedroom, and Tom was wearing a zip-up panda adult onesie. It had long ago become a tradition as the party wound down for people to change out of costumes and into silly pajamas as the mood shifted from party to chill hangout.

He looked around for his wife and found her discussing her latest craft project with a few other people. Tina had initially dressed as a witch, though it wasn’t far outside her normal outfits in the fall. The tall boots accented with lavender laces were stunning, but impractical and had quickly been discarded. Now that costumes had been discarded entirely, she was in a bright teal platypus onesie that she, of course, had added a brown fedora to.

A few minutes later Tom was sharing his ideas for his next character’s backstory, laying out some fun interactions with the class he was using. Distracted by giving the details, he didn’t notice someone creeping up behind him until arms wrapped around his waist and a chin came to rest on his shoulder. Too big to be his wife’s arms, he nonetheless knew who was practically hanging off him.

“Hi John. Anyway, if you take three levels of twilight cleric…” He launched back into the conversation.

Pouting, John tilted his head slightly and whispered softly in Tom’s ear. “You’re no fun, you don’t even react anymore.”

Tom and Tina had met John years ago at a convention and became fast friends, pulling him into their fairly small circle. It didn’t take long for Tom to learn what he was like after a few drinks. John was gay, and when he was drunk he loved to try and get a reaction out of whoever he could. The first few times John had grabbed his waist, Tom had jumped from surprise and pulled away, leaving John in stitches. Now it had become a game, John would try to catch him off guard, and Tom would try to spoil his fun.

Tonight though, Tom had an idea to get his revenge. John’s head still perched on his shoulder, Tom kept talking, making sure John was thoroughly bored and zoned out before he made his move. Without warning he swung his head around and gave John a full lipped kiss on the cheek before turning back to the conversation like nothing had happened.

John shrieked in surprise and nearly fell over with how fast he pulled his head back. Tom lost his composure, erupting into laughter. “You’re right, it is more fun when they react!” Tom kept on with the conversation as John muttered something and stumbled away, his face clearly showing he was still in a state of shock.

The party wound down slowly as people filtered out until it was just Tom, Tina, and John sunk into the couch, chatting as the credits rolled on some forgettable cheesy comedy. As usual, John had claimed their guest room to avoid a long, late drive home.

“I can’t believe you kissed John.” Tina was laughing. “I wish I could’ve seen his face.”

“It was just my cheek, calm down.” John defended himself, his grin turning cocky as he looked at Tom. “But be careful Tommy boy, next time you try that I’m going to take your first kiss with a guy.”

Tom just laughed “You can try, but I don’t think you’re that fast when you’re drunk. Besides, wouldn’t be my first guy anyway.”

Tom could swear he could hear the sitcom record scratch as John and Tina stared at him, mouths agape. The room was completely silent for a second before they both squealed in unison “WHAT?!”

Tom looked at them blankly, “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’” Tina started, “What do you mean not your first guy? Who have you kissed? When was this? Did I know them? Did you do more? How didn’t I know this?”

“I don’t know why you’re this surprised, you know my philosophy on sex - ‘If it feels good do it.’ Easier than labels.”

“But… But… I still thought… you never…” Tina stammered.

John dramatically fanned her with a pillow. “Stay with me girl, we’ll get through this. You.” He pointed at Tom, “Talk. Whole story, right now.”

Tom shrugged, “Ok. You’re both overreacting, but it was back in college. We had a board game and rpg group, kind of like we have now, and like our current group we were fairly open when it came to discussions about our lives. The big difference was, we were all horny college kids, so the topic was very often sex. We all knew quite a bit about each other, but it never got weird. None of us understood why people treated sex like some secret taboo topic. We found it hilarious.

“Well, one night we were looking for something to wind down after a particularly hefty board game and Steph brought out an ‘Adult’ game. She had bought it expecting it to be a bit of corny fun to laugh at, but she swore the rules actually seemed good. Drinks in hand, the four of us agreed to give it a shot, it should be good for a few laughs at least. It turned out it was a decent game underneath the gimmicks, and we got invested pretty quickly. It started with drinking and stripping, then moved on to teasing touches and kissing, this is where I ended up kissing Shaun the first time. We were even treated to the show of Steph fingering Mary as she sucked her neck.

“It was around the time the game was cranking up the seriousness of the tasks that we hit the end game. I looked at what could be my last challenge and read it to the group. ‘Roll the dice, give that player oral for one minute. Four points.’ It was enough for me to win, and you know how competitive I can get. A roll of the dice later and I found myself on my knees in between Shaun’s legs, his dick in my mouth and his hand on my head. The timer went off and I pulled off him, surprised that I was rock hard as I sat back down where I had been. A bit of drunk boasting about my victory followed, and then we all split off to various couches and beds in the apartment to crash.”

Tom stopped to take a drink, and Tina and John opened their mouths to ask questions. Before they could start, Tom held up a hand. “There’s more to the night.” He chuckled as they stared at him in anticipation. “By right of victory, I claimed the guest room bed. A few minutes after I had climbed into bed, the door creaked open and Shaun snuck in, closing the door behind him. He climbed into bed next to me and whispered in my ear. ‘You seemed to enjoy that last turn. Do you want to finish what you started?’ I couldn’t find my voice to answer, instead I slid down his body and picked up where I left off the game, his dick already hard. I didn’t have any experience, but he didn’t complain and it wasn’t long before he wrapped his fingers in my hair, grabbing me as he came in my mouth.

“His hands pulled me back up, but before I could say anything he ducked under the sheet himself. Just like earlier I was hard just from blowing him, and it wasn’t long after he wrapped his lips around me that I came myself. Shaun popped out from under the sheet, gave me a quick kiss, then snuck back out of the room, and that was that.”

Tom finished his story and waited for the barrage of questions, instead he saw Tina lean in and whisper something in John’s ear. He grinned and nodded. Tina looked back to Tom and finished her drink in one big gulp. He recognized the desire burning in her eyes as she spoke.

“I want to watch.” Tom opened his mouth to question what, but she stopped him. “You didn’t let me watch last time, now I want to see you suck a dick, John’s specifically. I think you still owe me one request from our bet the other day don’t you?” She asked, her grin looking particularly devilish in the low light of the room.

Tom laughed and held up his hands in acquiescence. “Ok, if you’re sure that’s what you want to use it for. You’re ok with this?” he asked, shifting his gaze to John.

John smiled, “A no strings attached blowjob from a cute straight boy? Twist my arm why don’t you.”

Tom threw back the rest of his whiskey and stood, extending a hand to each of them. “Alright then, shall we go someplace more comfortable?”

Arm in arm the three of them headed to the master bedroom, stumbling and giggling with drunk nervous energy. As soon as they got in the room Tina made a show of sliding out of her pajamas and plopping into a plush chair that sat in the corner of the room. They had long joked about it being the ‘Voyeur Chair’ but now it was actually going to earn that title. Tom and John followed her example, stripping as they headed towards the bed. John flopped in the middle, grabbing one of the many pillows to prop himself up. He locked eyes with John and gave him a ‘come here’ motion with his finger.

Tom gave one last glance at Tina, her face flushed as she stared, and crawled across the bed towards John. His hands traced up John’s muscled legs as he approached, pushing them apart gently so he could bring his face to John’s waiting cock. It was already hard, standing thick in the cool air. Tom took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around the head. There was a chorus of gasps from John and Tina.

He spent a few moments with just the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip as he breathed in the musty scent of his friend. His hand instinctively wrapped around the base of the shaft as he started moving his lips down slowly. Any trepidation he felt at the beginning faded away as he started moving. His hand pumped in concert with his mouth as he worked up and down.

John’s breathing quickened, his hands coming to rest on Tom’s head. The feeling of John wrapping his fingers in his hair sent a shiver down Tom’s spine and he moaned softly around the dick in his mouth. His own dick was rock hard, hanging in the air as he knelt on knees and elbows between his friend’s legs.

He heard Tina’s moans as she was playing with herself while watching. He had forgotten she was there, absorbed in the breaths and moans coming from John. He may not have had more experience with men since college, but he had more experience with sex and more confidence. He slid his mouth up and down, tongue working with enthusiasm as he thought about what he enjoyed receiving. He was surprised when John’s grip tightened and took over, but it felt right and set off warmth in the same way that his grip had initially.

Tom gagged at first as John thrust into his mouth, pulling him down onto his cock, but he quickly got the hang of relaxing his throat. No doubt helped by the alcohol, Tom gave up control completely, letting John fuck his face with abandon. He stole breaths through his nose as he could while John slammed in and out his throat with quick frantic thrusts. It wasn’t long before John pulled his face down and held it there, his cock throbbing as it shot pulses of hot cum down Tom’s throat.

Just as Tom started to worry about his lack of oxygen, the grip on his head relaxed and he pulled off John’s dick with a pop. As he sat up he was taken by surprise as John grabbed his head again and kissed him deeply and hungrily. He melted into the kiss for a few seconds before John broke it and locked eyes.

“Fuck me. I need it. Please.” John’s voice was breathy, and it sent desire flaring in Tom. He grabbed John’s arm and spun him around on the bed, earning a soft gasp as his grip tightened around John’s wrist. He grabbed John’s other wrist and brought them together behind his back, holding them tightly with one hand as the other grabbed lube from the bedside table.

John shivered as the cold lube was drizzled onto his ass and he felt the thick head of Tom’s cock press lightly against his puckered hole. Tom pushed gently, his cock head just barely inside the tight hole. John whined needily “Fuck, don’t make me beg.”

One hand keeping John’s arms trapped, the other found its way to his hips and his fingers dug in as he buried his cock in John’s ass in one hard stroke. John moaned and pushed back until he felt Tom’s hips against his own.

“Yes! Fuck me like you mean it.” John cried out, squirming and grinding back against Tom’s hips needily.

Tom delivered, slamming into John’s tight ass with fast powerful strokes. The sound of Tom’s crotch smacking against John’s ass joined John’s moans and Tom’s grunts as Tom fucked him with a relentless pace. It didn’t take long for Tom’s orgasm to build, then come crashing down. He let go of John’s arms and both hands pulled his hips back, burying his cock as deeply as he could as it twitched and unloaded in John’s ass. Tom pulled out and the two of them collapsed on the bed. Tom saw Tina slumped in the chair, a dark patch on the cushion the proof of her excitement while watching. They all stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow until John broke the spell by heading to the bathroom to clean up.

A short time later, Tom and Tina lay in bed cuddling. They had offered space in the king sized bed to John, but he had retreated to the guest room, saying he wasn’t interested in the “mushy romantic stuff” that was about to happen. Tom wrapped his fingers in Tina’s. “So, happy with the outcome of your request?” He asked.

She kissed him on the cheek, “That was so unbelievably sexy, I couldn’t be happier.” She answered before leaning in to whisper the rest. “But next time, he’s fucking that cute ass of yours.”

I'm a twice divorced Asian mom and recently I've started dating this 19 year old white boy who's very well endowed. His cock is huge and he has so much stamina so on every given night, he fucks and cums inside me no less than at least 5 times. Every night he fucks my pussy, my ass, my mouth, but not necessarily in that order, and always at least once in every hole. Initially we used condoms, but he has been fucking me so often that we ran out of condoms one day and from then on he decided to fuck me bareback. Every morning after I go back to my home, I'm usually covered in his cum, with his cum on my face, in my pussy, my asshole, and sometimes inside my stomach.

As a consequence of all the fucking I've been getting, both my pussy and ass have been gaped, and he loves to brag to his friends how he has ruined me for other men. He shares a house with a few other college aged guys and they all know that he has been fucking a 39 year old Asian MILF almost everyday.

One time after he has thoroughly fucked me, my asshole stayed gaped almost out of shape--it was like a blackhole and I was scared, but he was very impressed at how big the gape was so he snapped a picture of it and sent to his friends, but they didn't believe him and they were saying that it was just some porn pic he downloaded from the internet or that it was photoshopped.

He was very angry of course, so he decided to invite all of his friends to the house one night for a party, and while they were partying, drinking beer, playing beer pong, and other very silly games, he kept me in his room and fucked anally nonstop until my asshole gaped again. Then he grabbed a beer bottle, and shoved the beer bottle into my anus. The bottom of the beer bottle was shoved in first.

Then he told me to keep my ass up, face down, with my ass facing the door, beer bottle inside my ass, and "do not move", and left the room. A few minutes later a group of guys showed up at the door and they were all gawking and laughing. Then my 19 year old boyfriend came up to me, and with a loud pop removed the beer bottle, revealing my gaped asshole, as it was shown on the picture he had sent to his friends. . 

I was horrified and my stomach knotted as I was completely naked, and my most private parts were being exposed. There was a lot of laughter. A few were disgusted. But more guys were saying "Wow that is so cool" and were begging my boyfriend if they could "have a go.at the Asian MILF".

I was extremely humiliated, and mortified, but the fact that I was being publicly exposed seriously turned me on as well and I started rubbing my pussy in front of all of the guys and almost made myself cum 

I was especially turned on at the fact that they were now talking about sharing me, gangbanging me, and potentially using me as a free use fuck toy for all of them.

Omg, last night was insane. we were supposed to just "hang out" but things got wayyy out of hand in the best way possible. he picked me up looking so good, i couldn’t stop staring at his hands on the wheel, like, the things i was imagining??

we grabbed some food and laughed the whole time. honestly, he was so sweet i was already a little wet just listening to him talk. after dinner, we ended up back at his place, and i don’t know what came over me, but i just wanted to thank him in the filthiest way possible.

he sat down, all casual, and i climbed onto his lap, teasing him, running my hands under his shirt. "you’ve been driving me crazy all night," i whispered, and the look he gave me?? ugh, i couldn’t resist.

his cock was already so hard when i unzipped his jeans, and fuck, it was perfect. thick, veiny, and so ready for me. i couldn’t wait, so i took him in my mouth, slow at first, then deeper, letting my spit drip all over him. the sounds he made drove me insane, his moans, the way he whispered my name while gripping my hair.

i went harder, faster, choking on him until he warned me he was close. i didn’t stop. i wanted all of it. when he came, it was so much, warm and salty, and i swallowed every drop, licking him clean just to hear him groan again.

afterward, i climbed into his lap, kissed him, and whispered, "thanks for dessert."

Jason's curiosity about BDSM leads him to a training room, where he meets the captivating Mistress Celeste. The room exudes elegance and sensuality, a far cry from his expectations. As she prepares him for submission, Jason's nerves and desire intertwine, setting the stage for an intense journey.

As Jason stepped into the room, his heart raced with anticipation. He had always been curious about the world of BDSM, and tonight, he was about to experience it firsthand. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaited him.

The room was a stark contrast to the clinical, sterile environment he had envisioned. It exuded a sensual ambiance, a blend of luxury and darkness. Rich mahogany panels lined the walls, their deep hues accentuated by the soft glow of strategically placed lamps. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and a hint of musk, adding to the allure.

In the center of the room, a woman stood, her presence commanding the space around her. Mistress Celeste, a vision of dominance and beauty. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves, framing her face, and her brown eyes held an intensity that made Jason's breath catch. She was dressed in a figure-hugging black dress, the fabric hugging every curve of her body, emphasizing her slender yet powerful form. In her hand, she held a riding crop, the sound of it tapping against her palm filling the silent room.

Jason felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. He knew he was about to embark on a journey of submission, but the elegance of the room and the captivating woman before him made it all the more intriguing.

"Welcome, Jason," Mistress Celeste's voice purred, her words carrying an air of authority. "I see you've arrived, ready to explore your desires. This room is where fantasies become reality, where pleasure and pain intertwine."

Jason's eyes were transfixed on her, unable to look away. He nodded, his throat dry, unable to find the right words.

Celeste smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Nervous, pet? Don't worry, we'll take things at your pace. But first, let me show you around."

She began to walk around the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, drawing Jason's attention to the various instruments and furniture. The room was a BDSM enthusiast's playground. There were leather-bound benches, chains hanging from the ceiling, and an assortment of whips and paddles displayed on the walls. A large four-poster bed dominated one corner, its sheets a deep crimson, inviting yet ominous.

"Everything here is designed to heighten your senses and push your boundaries," she explained, her voice a soft whisper as she ran her fingers along a leather flogger. "But remember, it's not just about the tools. It's about the mind, the surrender, and the trust you'll learn to place in me."

Jason's gaze followed her every move, his curiosity growing with each step. He felt a tingling sensation in his groin as he imagined what was to come.

"Now, let's see what you're made of, shall we?" Celeste's voice snapped him out of his reverie. She approached him, her eyes narrowing as she studied his reaction. "You claim you want to submit, to be trained. But words are easy, Jason. I want to see if you can back them up with actions."

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his hand, her grip firm and commanding. She led him to a nearby bench, the leather surface cool against his skin. "Kneel," she instructed, her voice laced with authority.

Jason obeyed, his heart pounding. He knelt before her, his eyes locked on her face, a mixture of excitement and apprehension in his dark gaze.

"Good boy," she purred, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Submission is a powerful act, and I want to ensure you understand the gravity of your decision. I will guide you, push you, and explore your limits. But first, we must establish trust."

With that, she produced a blindfold from her pocket and gently placed it over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. The soft fabric blocked out all light, heightening his other senses. He could hear her movements, the swish of her dress, and the soft click of her heels as she circled him.

"Trust is the foundation of our journey," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "I want you to feel, to experience, and to let go. But first, we must prepare your body."

Jason felt her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him forward until his chest rested against the bench. He felt vulnerable, exposed, and yet, a rush of excitement coursed through him.

Celeste's fingers traced his spine, sending shivers down his body. She unbuttoned his shirt, her touch deliberate and slow, making his skin tingle. "You have a beautiful body, Jason. Strong and eager. I can't wait to explore every inch of it."

Her words sent a jolt of desire through him. He felt her hands on his waist, unbuckling his belt, and then the cool air on his skin as she slid his pants down his legs. He was left in just his boxers, his erection straining against the fabric.

"Oh, someone's eager," she teased, her fingers brushing against his hardness. "But we have a long night ahead of us, and I want to savor every moment."

She stepped away, and Jason heard the rustle of clothing, the soft clink of metal, and the creak of leather. His imagination ran wild, picturing her undressing, revealing her own body to him.

"Now, I want you to relax and focus on your senses," she instructed, her voice now coming from a different direction. "Feel the air on your skin, the warmth of the room, and the anticipation building within you."

Jason did as she said, his breath steadying. He felt her hands on his ankles, the soft brush of rope against his skin as she began to tie his feet to the legs of the bench. The rope was firm but not tight, securing him in place.

"You're doing well, pet," she praised, her voice close to his ear again. "Now, I'm going to blindfold you once more, and I want you to focus on your breathing. Inhale my scent, let it fill your lungs, and trust that I will guide you through this journey."

The blindfold was removed, and he caught a glimpse of her face, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, before she gently covered his eyes again. He felt her hands on his wrists, securing them with leather cuffs, the cool metal of the buckles clicking into place. He was now completely at her mercy, bound and blindfolded.

"Remember, Jason, this is a journey of discovery," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Your body is mine to explore, to pleasure, and to discipline. But always know that your safety and pleasure are my ultimate goals."

With that, he felt her hand on his cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. Then, she moved away, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the anticipation of what was to come.

The room fell silent, and Jason's mind raced. He could feel his cock throbbing, his desire building with every passing moment. He wanted to please her, to submit to her will, and to experience the unknown pleasures she promised.

As he waited, his senses heightened, every sound and sensation became amplified. He heard the soft rustle of clothing, the creak of leather, and the faint sound of her footsteps. He imagined her preparing, selecting the tools she would use to train and pleasure him.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, he felt her presence again. Her hands on his shoulders, her breath on his neck, and her lips brushing against his ear.

"Are you ready, Jason? Ready to begin your training?" she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down his spine.

Jason nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, Mistress Celeste. I'm ready to submit."

"Good," she purred, her hand trailing down his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. "Then let the training begin."

With that, she reached for a nearby paddle, the leather cool against his skin as she positioned it over his ass. Jason held his breath, his body tense with anticipation.

"Remember, breathe," she instructed, her voice soft but firm. "Let go of your inhibitions and embrace the sensations. This is just the beginning."

And with a swift, firm stroke, she brought the paddle down, the impact sending a shockwave through his body. Jason gasped, his breath catching in his throat as a mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through him.

"Good, Jason. Feel it. Embrace it," she encouraged, her hand stroking his back, soothing the sting. "That's just a taste of what's to come."

Jason's mind was spinning, his body alive with sensations he had never experienced before. He wanted more, craved the next stroke, and the pleasure that followed.

As the night progressed, Mistress Celeste continued to push his boundaries, exploring his body with a variety of implements and techniques. She was a skilled mistress, knowing exactly how to tease, torment, and pleasure him. With each stroke, each touch, and each command, Jason's submission deepened, and his desire to please her grew stronger.

The training room had become a sanctuary of pleasure and pain, where Jason would learn the true meaning of submission and discover the depths of his own desires. But this was just the beginning, and as the night wore on, the intensity of their encounter would only increase, leaving Jason eager for more...

I stretched out my arms and legs as I slowly opened my eyes, realizing I was back in my old bedroom. Now that it was summer, I was staying with my family—my little sister and my mom. I’d missed them both and needed a serious break from college life.

My little sister, Hailey, was nineteen years old and a gymnast. She used to compete when she was younger, but that stopped once her breasts started to develop, which made her self-conscious. Big boobs were usually an asset, but not if you were serious about sports.

Our mother was well-endowed too—she couldn’t go anywhere without turning heads. She’d mentioned it could be exhausting, especially given her profession. She was a therapist, so she mostly worked with female clients. Even in conservative blouses, her bust was noticeable and made her stand out in a crowd of other women. Guys couldn’t help but look. I couldn’t blame them; I understood the appeal.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand and noticed a new message. Lazily, I rubbed my eyes and unlocked the phone. Then my eyes widened—I’d received a nude photo of someone incredibly attractive. I’d never seen such an athletic, toned body, yet the breasts, though round and full, still looked completely natural on her. She was standing in a bathroom with her legs crossed, so I couldn’t see her peach but plenty of thighs. I hardened in an instant, pitching a giant tent in the middle of the bed. I started having sexual fantasies about her, wondering what her womanhood looked like.

“Wow,” I murmured, wondering who my secret admirer might be. Or maybe … It was just a mistake. My gaze drifted farther up the photo. The blonde hair was mesmerizing, but half the face was cut off, leaving me a bit disappointed.

Curious, I glanced at the number and saw the name next to it: Little Sis. My heart rate shot up, practically hammering out of my chest. I quickly hit the power button to put the phone to sleep.

“What the hell?” I muttered to myself, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. My little sister, Hailey, had sent me a nude photo? It had to be a mistake. Maybe she’d meant to send it to someone else and accidentally chose me instead. But that theory went out the window when I saw the message: Are you awake, bro?

My mind was reeling. I tried to push the image out of my head, but it was seared into my brain. Those curves, that athletic body I’d always admired from afar… No, I couldn’t think about Hailey that way. It was wrong.

I heard movement in the hallway outside my room. Footsteps approached and there was a soft knock at the door. “Jakey, are you awake?” she asked, her voice as sweet as honey.

I looked awkwardly at the pitched tent that my sister had caused, and I hurriedly tucked my erection into the waistband. She slowly opened the door and peeked inside. “Are you still in bed?”

“Just woke up,” I said, looking at her. She was gorgeous—easily an eleven on a ten scale. She wore tight, pink leggings and a matching sports top, her legendary breasts straining against the fabric. To her, they’d always been a curse; to everyone else, they were a blessing.

“Good morning,” she said, her lips sliding up in a smile. “Mom left a little while ago, but she made breakfast for us. Ready to hit the gym later?”

“I’m ready. I’ll be down in a minute,” I told her.

“Want me to pick out your clothes?”

“Sure,” I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

Hailey smiled and bounced over to my dresser, her chest swaying with each step. I averted my eyes, forcing myself to shove away any inappropriate thoughts. She hummed softly as she rummaged through my clothes. While standing bent at the waist, she showed off her butt. Those leggings rode up her ass crack as they would split in two.

She whirled around, and my eyes quickly bounced to hers, but she grinned as if she’d caught me looking. “How about these?” she asked, holding up a pair of gym shorts and a fitted T-shirt.

“Perfect,” I said, my voice sounding slightly strained.

As she leaned forward to place them next to me, I caught a glimpse of her cleavage.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

“Did you maybe … accidentally send something to the wrong person a minute ago?”

“No … I sent you a good morning message with a photo of my outfit.”

“You better check again.”

She froze, her eyes widening, cheeks turning a shade of pink that made them look like strawberries on a bright summer day. She grabbed her phone, and that pink deepened to red, ripe apples. “Oh God, please kill me now.”

“It’s fine,” I told her, not wanting her to feel bad. “Accidents happen. I’ll just delete it.”

“I swear, I didn’t mean to,” she stammered, her hands trembling a bit.

“Sis, it’s okay,” I said gently. “Who were you even sending it to?”

“I … wasn’t supposed to send it at all,” she said. “I was trying to send you a photo of my outfit.”

“Got it,” I said, and that made much more sense. I showed her my phone to confirm I’d deleted it, but I knew what I’d seen wouldn’t be easy to forget. Her nude would probably linger in my mind the rest of the day, maybe longer.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“Give me a minute to get dressed.”

She nodded and headed outside. It wasn’t as awkward as I’d imagined it to be. But what surprised me was that I still had an erection. She was prettier nude than I thought. She was way more beautiful than any other girl I’d been with in the past. It was the first time I had to admit she was sexy.

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We finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen together. And after we’d packed our bags, Hailey turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Race you to the gym?” she challenged.

I grinned. “You’re on, little sis.”

We took off running, laughing. We must have looked like idiots as we two grown adults ran across the streets. It reminded me of when we were young and carefree. I always felt that way when I was with her.

As we neared the gym, Hailey glanced at me with a playful smirk. Since I didn’t jog as fast as I could, she was right next to me. Her foot caught on an uneven part of the sidewalk and she started to stumble. Without thinking, I reached out and caught her around the waist, pulling her against me to steady her.

For a moment we stood there, bodies pressed together, both breathing heavily from the run. I could feel the softness of her breasts against my chest, the curve of her waist under my hands. Our eyes met and something electric passed between us.

Hailey’s cheeks flushed pink as she stepped back. “Thanks,” she said softly. “I guess I should watch where I’m going.”

“It’s fine,” I said, trying to think of something else to say. “You almost won.”

She chuckled. “I have a feeling you let me.”

“Nuh-uh,” I teased.

“Uh-huh,” she shot back, blowing me a raspberry. “One day, I’ll beat you fair and square.”

“In your dreams,” I said, and she gave my shoulder a playful punch as we walked into the gym.

This was one of the few gyms with a gymnastics facility, and it wasn’t far from where we lived. My sister had trained here throughout her childhood and teens. These days, she still did some weightlifting, but she mainly liked to do gymnastics, stretches, and a bit of yoga.

“See you,” she said as we split up for the locker rooms.

“Don’t spend an hour in front of the mirror,” I teased.

She rolled her eyes but smiled a little behind it.

I dumped my bag in the locker, and we met outside at the same time. She looked great in her leggings and sports top, though I always thought she looked her best in her leotard. I probably shouldn’t think that way, but it was difficult not to, especially after I’d seen her nude. I could delete that photo from the phone, but I knew I couldn’t delete it from my mind.

*****

After we’d been to the gym, we returned home. I let her take a shower; she had to get ready for her gymnastics class soon, and she wasn’t a fan of showering in the gym. For the summer, Hailey taught younger girls gymnastics. She enjoyed it, but she’d still told me she’d rather be competing.

As I sat there waiting, I couldn’t help but feel more aroused—not because of any gym girl, but because of my little sister. I’d seen her do gymnastics countless times before, but today felt different. I thought it had something to do with the nude photo I’d seen of her earlier.

She finally finished her shower and took her time getting ready. I wondered why she was taking so long, considering she’d probably shower again after her class. That was something I’d never understand about girls: several showers and baths a day, a hundred different soaps, shampoos and makeups, and wardrobes and drawers filled with clothes.

Eventually, she came downstairs, dressed in a tight, pink, glittery leotard. Her hair was in a neat bun, and she’d applied a little makeup, looking absolutely gorgeous and smelling faintly of roses.

“Ready to go?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’m ready.”

She hopped into the car, and I drove her there. “So, how’s it going over there?” I asked. “Are you having fun teaching?”

“Yeah… but I’d rather be competing,” she said with a sigh I knew well.

“There are plenty of opportunities out there,” I reminded her, hoping to cheer her up.

“I know, but it was my lifelong dream,” she said wistfully.

“We can talk about it later if you want,” I offered. We’d talked about it before, but I always wanted to show her my support. It meant a lot to me to see her smile.

“You’re sweet,” she said. “But I feel cursed and blessed at the same time.”

“At the same time?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as we drove along. “How does that work?”

“Well, cursed because of my boobs,” she said and gave them a playful lift with her hands. “And blessed because I have you and Mom.”

“Oh, I see,” I said, my lips curving in a smile. “Your boobs aren’t a curse … They’re a blessing too.”

“But they kind of punctured my dream bubble.”

“There are plenty of other things to do in life too,” I told her.

“Maybe, you’re right,” she said. “But I still think they’re too big, and I think they’re still growing on top of it. I’m not sure about the shapes of them … By the way,” she asked sneakily, looking unsurely at me. “Since you saw them earlier, do you think they’re pretty?”

She caught me a bit off guard. When I saw the photo, they were the most beautiful breasts that I’d ever seen. “Uhm … “

“It’s just you and me here,” she said.

“They’re perfect,” I told her sincerely. “I haven’t seen such beautiful breasts in my life.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, I’m serious. It’s just… since you’re my sister, I probably shouldn’t be saying that.”

“Why not?” she asked.

I looked at her, trying to gauge if she was joking or not. “Come on, do the math.”

“You do the math,” she retorted, laughing. “I’m not a smartass like you.”

We both chuckled. I wanted to steer the conversation in another direction, but first, I had to tell her, “It’s your character that I love most about you. Everything else is just a bonus.”

“Thank you,” she said softly, and I could tell it meant the world to her.

When we arrived, I pulled up to the curb and dropped her off. “Mom’s driving me home later,” she mentioned.

“I know,” I said. “Have fun.”

“You too,” she replied.

*****

As I got back home, the conversation lingered in my mind. She’d never asked me such an explicit question before, wondering what I thought of her boobs. They were beautiful. I couldn’t lie, but I wasn’t sure why she was so insecure about them. I get it that she had a dream of competing as a gymnast, but at the same time, any man would drool over them … including her older brother. I shook my head. I wasn’t sure why I was thinking about this.

Mom wouldn’t be back till an hour, so I tried to get some fresh air. I went outside to the terrace and slumped down on the sofa. I started thinking more about what had happened, and I found it hard to believe that she’d accidentally sent me that photo. I’d been with four girls before, and none of us had ever accidentally sent a wrong pic to someone.

I brought out my phone as I sat in the shade. I googled: accidentally sending nudes. I got results mainly from relationship forums. The answers made my armpits a bit sweaty. They all agreed that if a girl or a boy accidentally sent nudes then it was a sign that they had a thing for the person. I scratched my neck, wondering whether it was true or not. I even stumbled upon an incest forum, and there was a girl there asking whether it was a good idea or not to accidentally send nudes to her brother who she’s in love with. They all agreed it was a good first step. I blinked at the text, wondering if my sister had planned it that way. Our conversation in the car sure made it seem so. They’d also mentioned asking what he thought of her looks. “Next time you’re in the bathroom, don’t lock the door and let him walk in on you,” I read the comment. I’d need to be careful later.

*****

Later in the evening Hailey and my mother returned. After we’d eaten dinner together, I headed upstairs. Right when I opened the bathroom, I flinched. My sister sat on top of the toilet seat. Her pussy was covered in shaving gel and she carefully glided the razor over her pussy lips … that looked pink, sweet and absolutely gorgeous.

She looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights. “I’m sorry I forgot to lock.”

“It’s okay,” I said and gently closed the door although I struggled to drag my eyes away from her beautiful slit.

I returned to my bedroom and tried to process what I’d just seen. Now I definitely knew that I would not be able to get her naked body out of my head. As the scene of her nude was seared into my brain, my cock slowly but surely hardened till the head pushed against the zipper. I became so turned on that I badly wanted to masturbate. I promised myself not to think about her … Just someone who looked like her.

After she was done, she knocked on my door. “I’m finished if you want to use the bathroom.”

“Thanks for letting me know,” I said, opening the door.

She stood in the hall, demurely twirling her hair on her finger. “I’m sorry … I’m just used to having the bathroom by myself since you’ve been gone,” she said while she wore a bathrobe. Even if the belt was tied tightly around her robe, it still strained against her bust.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said and gave her a friendly pat on her shoulder. Going inside the bathroom, I locked the door, and I could easily picture her nude on top of the toilet seat. I looked at the shower and debated whether to masturbate or not.

I stepped into the shower, trying to clear my mind of the image of Hailey. But as the warm water cascaded over me, I couldn’t help but replay what I’d just seen—her smooth, glistening skin, the delicate curve of her hips, the soft pink of her most intimate area. My body responded instantly, blood flowing south to my already-hard cock.

I felt both guilt and desire. This was my little sister. I shouldn’t be thinking of her this way. And yet…I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.

Almost against my will, my hand drifted lower. I closed my eyes, giving in to the fantasy. In my mind, it wasn’t Hailey on the toilet seat anymore, but straddling me, her lithe gymnast’s body moving in perfect rhythm. I imagined her breasts, the ones she was so self-conscious about, pressed against my chest as she rode me.

My breathing quickened as I stroked myself faster. “Hailey,” I whispered, so softly even I could barely hear it over the shower. Five more pumps and my hips bucked. With a stifled groan, I finished, shooting my seed against the wall, dreaming it was my sister’s nude breasts. I drew in a deep breath as my cum washed away down the drain.

*****

The following day, I slowly opened my eyes, emerging from a deep sleep. Yesterday was still fresh in my memory, and I remembered exactly what I did in the shower. It was the first time in my life I’d let my thoughts linger on her that way. The first time I’d ever crossed that line—masturbating to her while she was at the center of my attention. It felt strange, a bit forbidden. She had been acting differently than the last time I’d seen her, and I couldn’t quite figure out why. Maybe I was reading too much into it, or maybe it had just been a coincidence that she’d accidentally sent me a nude, or that she’d forgotten to lock the bathroom door while shaving her privates.

But gosh, she’d looked so beautiful. The way the foam framed her slit, and the way she gently took care of herself. It was so feminine and sexy.

I tried to shake the thoughts from my mind as I reached for my phone. This time, there was also a new message from her, and I felt my heart rate quicken. I opened it to see a photo of her in tight leggings and a sports top along with the message, I sent you the right photo this time. Let me know when you’re awake, followed by a smiley face. I chuckled. I loved her playfulness and the way she managed to smooth over any awkward moment.

Curious, I went back to the forum I’d been reading yesterday. Something about that post had felt strangely familiar, almost suspicious. The writing style sounded just like hers, though I found it hard to believe it could actually be my sister. But when I reread the username, it just became so much more obvious. “HopelessGymnast,” I muttered to myself. It got to be her. Why did she pick such a depressing name? I had a lot of questions during that moment, but I read some of her other posts.

HopelessGymnast: It was a bit embarrassing lol, but his reaction wasn’t bad. He also told me that my boobs were pretty. And he also walked right into me while I was shaving my kitty. He looked at me longer than necessary. He tried to look away, but I definitely noticed, and I’m almost certain his penis got hard.

Bisexualsisters69: That’s awesome, girl. Remember to warm him up for it, and you will taste his hard penis in no time.

HopelessGymnast: Thank you for your support. And she ended it with a heart emoji.

“Jesus Christ … This got to be her,” I said and it fully dawned on me. I read some of her other posts where she mentioned how I would return soon for the summer, and that she had a major crush on me.

I slowly lowered my phone and mulled it over on how to talk to her about this. I felt a bit bad when I read about her dilemma. I wanted to see her smile and feel good, not feel guilty about the feelings she couldn’t suppress. I also read another comment by Bisexualsisters69: Girl, you have to wear something sexy for him. And the photo Hailey had sent me confirmed it.

I swung my feet off the sides of the bed and put on my clothes. I descended the stairs, and when I stepped outside the terrace, I was greeted by the sight of my sister doing the front split on a yoga mat. The hem of her leggings had ridden up her butt crack. I wondered how they made those garments without them splitting in two.

“Good morning,” I said and prepared myself to talk to her.

“Morning,” she replied with a smile. The rising sun made her hair shine and her skin gleam. “When did you start sleeping in so late?”

“It’s summer,” I said with a shrug.

“And? It’s like noon. What if someone kidnapped you?”

“You could have been a good girl and woken me up,” I said with a wink.

“I was there knocking earlier, but you were still out cold,” she said.

“It’s fine, sis, I’m here now.”

She made sandwiches for me, and after we finished them, I decided to talk to her. “Well, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about,” I said.

“What’s that?” she asked, her gaze meeting mine, her expression curious.

“Did you really accidentally send me that photo yesterday?” I asked, holding her gaze.

A light blush spread across her cheeks. “Uhm …”

“It’s okay, take your time. Just know, I’m not here to judge,” I reassured her.

After a moment, she finally admitted, “What makes you think that?”

“I just have a feeling you did it on purpose, maybe to test the waters,” I said.

She hesitated, then nodded slightly. “Uhm, yeah,” she said unsurely.

“Does the username HopelessGymnast mean anything to you?”

Her cheeks flushed deeper red, and I immediately felt a twinge of regret. It wasn’t my intention to embarrass her. “Yes, that’s me,” she admitted, trying to smile back.

“Before we dive into that, though—why the gloomy username? You’re usually so full of life.”

“That’s because you’re here … I don’t feel that way when you’re gone, and you’re always busy with your girlfriends, studies or acting.”

“I see,” I said, nodding. “Mom told me the same thing. But you have to remember that you’re more important to me than any other girl I’ve ever met, and you always will be.”

“Oh … even in terms of a relationship?” she asked, hope flickering in her eyes.

“If we weren’t related, I’d be on my knees for you,” I admitted.

She held onto my gaze, unwilling to let go of the moment. “But can’t we still work things out? I read about siblings being… close like that, uhm, on the same forum.”

“How do you know those stories are even real?”

“I don’t. But we could take things one step at a time … and if it feels uncomfortable, we can just go back to being friends,” she said.

“We’ll always be more than friends. We’re family,” I reminded her. She smiled at me but didn’t say much. “After seeing you shave nude, what was your next step?”

She giggled. “You might think this is silly, but I was going to show you this picture.” She held up a photo that Mom had taken of us when we were kids—I must have been around ten, and Hailey about eight. We were kissing each other on the lips. “I was going to say, ‘Look how cute we were… maybe we should recreate it.’”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah… that’s creative.”

She looked at me seriously. “Even if you hadn’t found out about ‘HopelessGymnast,’ do you think you still would’ve kissed me?”

“Without a doubt,” I said, meeting her gaze.

She brightened. “Do you think… we could do it now? I haven’t kissed anyone since.”

“Okay,” I said softly. “We can try.”

Hailey’s face lit up. She inched closer to me on the sofa, our thighs now pressed together. I could feel the warmth of her body through her thin leggings.

Slowly, I cupped her face with my hand, her skin so soft. I leaned in, tilting my head slightly. Our lips met gently at first, just a brush. But it was powerful and felt unbelievably good. It wasn’t just the internal sensations, but also the sensation of her soft lips against mine. Mom hadn’t only blessed her with big boobs but divine skin as well.

“That was nice,” Hailey said, her eyes sparkling. “But you didn’t do it like they do in the movies.”

“You mean French kiss?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Alright,” I said.

“Is it difficult?”

“No, I’ll guide you through it.” I leaned in again, this time parting my lips slightly as they met hers. Gently, I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, requesting entry. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth to me. Our tongues met, caressed each other and then swirled together.

Hailey let out a small moan as I deepened the kiss, my hand moving to cradle the back of her head. Her fingers gripped my shirt, pulling me closer. The taste of her, the softness of her lips and the warmth of her body pressed against mine—it was intoxicating.

After what felt like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, we slowly pulled apart. Hailey’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with excitement, and I was surprised. It was the best kiss of my life.

“Wow,” she breathed. “That was…”

“Amazing,” I agreed, feeling a bit dazed myself.

“Can we do it again maybe another time?” she asked hopefully.

“Sure,” I said and wanted to delve deeper into it. We both just sat there, flustered. We started looking more like two teens in love rather than two siblings, but I didn’t mind.

“So,” she said, poking me playfully in the chest. “Say something.”

“I’m just … a little caught off guard, that’s all.”

“Yeah, me too. Did you find it weird?”

“No, actually, it felt really nice.”

“I’m glad,” she said softly. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, just in case … you didn’t want to kiss me.”

“No, it’s not that at all. I just wasn’t expecting it,” I said, meeting her gaze and feeling a spark between us, knowing this could be the beginning of something deeper. “So … how long have you felt this way?”

“Since I hit puberty, really—when I started noticing boys,” she admitted. “You’ve always been so kind to me, but I never thought you’d actually feel the same. At first, it was just a fantasy, you know, something impossible. Then it just kept growing. I remember reading about Cleopatra and Ptolemy … If it worked for them, maybe it could for us.”

“You’re brave to admit that,” I told her, touched by her honesty.

“Thanks,” she said with a shy smile.

“Why not ‘HopefulGymnast’ instead?” I teased, finally letting a grin breakthrough, and she laughed.

“That’s just how I feel sometimes. I’m in love with my brother, my chest kind of derailed my dreams, and I’m not sure what’s next. I enjoy teaching gymnastics, but I want something more. I just don’t know what yet.”

“I’ve told you before—there are so many options,” I said. “Why not try making gymnastics tutorials? You’d probably get a huge following.”

“Maybe from other girls,” she said, smiling. “But the guys would probably just watch for … these.” She cupped her breasts and lifted them gently.

“That’s probably true,” I admitted, grinning. “But hey, it’s something you might just have to live with.”

“Mom said the same thing. I don’t mind you looking, though.”

“Well,” I said honestly, “they are pretty.”

She twirled her hair on her finger. “Do you want to see them?”

I felt my breath catch in my throat. Her breasts were two treasures that I had also fantasized about. “Well, ever since they started growing, I’ve been thinking about them too.”

“I’ll let you touch them if you want,” she offered.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

Hailey nodded, her eyes locked on mine. “I want you to see them,” she whispered.

That sure as hell turned me on. “Let me,” I said and couldn’t resist. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her sports top. I watched, mesmerized, as she pulled it up and over her head. Her breasts spilled free, full and round, with perfect pink nipples that were already hardening in the cool morning air.

“Wow … they’re beautiful,” I said in a lowered voice, unable to take my eyes off them. “You’re so gorgeous, Hailey.”

She blushed, a shy smile playing on her lips. “They’re getting cold,” she said playfully.

My hand trembled slightly as I reached out, cupping one of my sister’s breasts gently. It was soft and warm, filling my palm perfectly. Hailey let out a quiet gasp as I ran my thumb over her nipple.

“Wow,” I said, my voice thick with desire.

She glanced between my shorts, noticing the effect she had on me. It was impossible not to notice as my bulge just grew thicker and thicker. “What’s happening down there?” she asked playfully.

“I think you’re old enough to know that.”

“Is it because of me?”

“I think you know the answer to that question too.”

“You know when I mentioned taking a step out of the time?”

“Yeah,” I said, growing really horny.

“Maybe I could give you a blowjob,” she offered.

I wanted to ask her how far we would go, or if we were perhaps taking it too far. But after I kissed her, and I saw how happy she became, I didn’t want to spoil her happiness. I also wanted this, to see how it would feel. “Can anyone see us here?” I asked and looked around.

“No,” she said in a lowered voice. “My friends and I sometimes sunbathe naked here.”

“Alright,” I said and felt my heart rate rising. “Take off my shorts.”

Hailey’s eyes widened with excitement as she reached for the waistband of my shorts. Her fingers trembled slightly as she hooked them under the elastic. I lifted my hips to help her as she slowly pulled them down, along with my boxers. My erection sprang free, standing proudly before her.

“Oh wow,” she breathed, her eyes fixed on my manhood. “Is it supposed to be that big and hard?”

“Size depends, but it has to be hard,” I said, making it feel as if I were giving her sex ed.

“It’s even bigger than I imagined.”

“You’ve imagined it before?” I asked, my voice husky.

She nodded, biting her lower lip. “Many times.” She reached out and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Her touch was forbidden and soft, sending shivers down my back. She began to stroke me slowly, her movements a bit insecure at first.

“Is this okay?” she asked, looking up at me with those innocent, blue eyes.

“It’s perfect,” I reassured her. “Just do what feels good.”

“Okay, I’ll try to suck now.” Hailey leaned forward, her breath hot against my skin. She darted out her tongue, giving my tip an experimental lick. I groaned at the sensation, my hands gripping the sofa cushions. I was surprised that such a gentle flick could feel that good.

Smiling at my reaction, she took me into her forbidden mouth, closing her lips around the head. I had to fight to keep from bucking my hips. “Hmm,” I mouthed, feeling how much more intense this was compared to any other head I’d been given. I wasn’t sure where to look. I wanted to see her lips stretch around my thickness, but at the same time, her boobs hung freely, gently brushing against my thighs. “Can you look me in the eyes?”

She flitted her eyes up to me. She came off the tip, saliva dribbling down the shaft in pearly rivulets. “Am I doing okay?”

“Yeah, you’re doing fine,” I told her, raking my hand through her blonde hair. “You can use your hand a bit more … and spit on it too.”

“Like this?” she asked, spitting on her hand and wrapping it around my shaft. Then she took the tip into her mouth again, sucking sweetly.

“That’s a good girl,” I told her.

Her eyes lit up, and she slid my cock a bit deeper into her mouth till she gagged, her spit covering my base. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of my little sister pleasuring me. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her lips stretched wide around my girth. Her breasts swayed enticingly with each movement.

My orgasm was building rapidly. I gently reached for her breasts, enjoying the touch. I slid my hand to her neck, cupping it and helping her suck me. I closed my eyes, and it felt as if I were dreaming, but as I heard her slobbering over my erection, I knew it was better than a dream.

“A little bit more … Oh, Hailey, don’t stop,” I told her. I tangled my fingers in Hailey’s silky hair as she bobbed her head up and down my shaft, taking me deeper into her warm, wet mouth with each stroke.

The slurping sounds of her sucking rose along with an occasional gag or two. Hailey moaned around my cock, clearly enjoying this as much as I was. The vibrations sent shivers down my spine.

I could feel myself getting close, and I knew I would finish in her sweet mouth. “Hailey,” I moaned with my eyes closed, “I’m not going to last long.”

She hummed in response, refusing to take my cock out of her mouth, and I felt my muscles tensing.

“I’m going to—” I started to warn her, but she just looked up at me with those big blue eyes and nodded slightly.

That one glance was all it took. With a muffled groan, I came, spilling my seed into her mouth which splashed against her cheeks. “Wow,” I said, looking down at my sister who continued to slowly suck me. She hadn’t deepthroated me. She hadn’t sucked like an experienced girl either. She had just kept the tip in her mouth, but it was the best sexual experience of my life.

Georgina filled my dreams that night.

The fragrant scent of lavender and spice, those eyes devious with secret desires and the most alluring black lingerie I had ever seen. Whipping her back and over her shoulder, her smile divine and haughty. Our skin making contact as our lips enclosed, sealing a delicious pact of yearning needs. A rising feeling of heat, sweat like drops of dew speckling our brow’s and lips, the urgent magnetic impulse for intimacy.

The bed covers crinkled and folded under our legs, the bed stinking of testosterone, estrogen and sex. Our limbs entwined and our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, pushing and grinding, pausing and resuming. The sound of moaning and heavy breathing, fingers meshed and the steady roar of climax after thrilling climax. Back arching with loud exclamations, vocal expressions of physical sensations.

I started awake, taking several moments to adjust out of the dream. It felt so real. Even her scent seemed to linger in my bedroom for several minutes and I blinked as though tapping morse code, trying to clear my head. Sunlight streamed in through my window, casting elongated shadows across my wall.

I arrived early to work, and started to get caught up on a few items that had fallen behind schedule. The rest of the team filtered in later in the morning, and the office began to buzz with soft chatter. I stayed focused for the majority of the day, and although my mind would drift towards Georgina at times, the pressing deadlines looming enough to take priority. Steve flitted between teams and departments, a hummingbird darting from flower to flower.

He sat with me for a couple of hours going over the higher priority items and making sure we had everything covered. Every so often he would interject change requests and alterations, but was generally nodding in approval. He tapped me on the shoulder as he stood to leave, giving his own style of curt praise. I was so engrossed in implementing all the changes that I didn’t notice I had company.

I turned to see Georgina sitting in her chair watching me intently, and I started slightly at seeing her which caused her to smile. She was stunningly dressed in a tight black mini skirt, and deep magenta blouse which allowed a plunging glimpse into her cleavage. Dark stockings covered her shapely legs which were finished with a pair of black flats with a white trim and tiny bow. She crossed her legs slowly, revealing more than I was expecting and my eyes darted up to meet hers.

‘Well hey there, stranger!’ She said brightly, with that devious grin she does so well. ‘Good to see me?’

My mind was scrambling frantically, she wasn’t wearing any underwear and had clearly made sure I knew.

‘Of course… I wasn’t sure when you were coming back’ I managed to keep my voice even. ‘How are you?’

Her eyes were laughing at me as her smile deepened, enjoying toying with me as always.

‘Oh, you know – it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster, it’s a whole story to tell you sometime. All settling down now for the most part, but how have you been?’

I paused for a moment to formulate my response.

‘Busy mostly, the last few days have been pretty hectic getting everything up to submission readiness. Could have really used your help on some of the legals and wording but we got by.’ I said.

‘Yeah, it wasn’t good timing and sorry for letting the team down.’ Her mouth twisted slightly with regret.

I waved it away with my hand, signalling it was no problem. We sat staring at each other for a few silent moments, suddenly like awkward teenagers on their first date.

‘Sooooo.’ She giggled at the situation, both limited to what we could say due to the environment.

‘So.’ I returned softly. I glanced over to Grace, who rolled her eyes to the ceiling and made a big show of being nonchalant and not sticky beaking at all.

‘Well I just spoke to Steve about a new potential site for our next project, he suggested that we could go and check it out if you’re not too busy?’ Her eyes were pinning me as she dangled his car keys playfully.

‘Nothing that can’t be put off for a few hours, give me ten minutes?’ Her smile widened as my pulse began to race. Her fingertips rested lightly on my forearm, her dark eyes constellations of secrets.

‘That’s the spirit, I’ll say a few hellos in the meantime.’ She rose and wandered over to our co-workers, the sound of salutations wafted throughout the room.

I finished up the last couple of adjustments at breakneck speed, marking up the remaining items for when I came back to them later. I caught Georgina’s eye and tilted my head to signal I was good to go. She made her goodbyes quickly, waving and smiling to people as we left the office. Grace gave me a knowing look as we passed, her eyebrows raised mirthfully.

When we jumped in the car Georgina programmed the GPS with our destination, and settled back into her seat as the car roared to life and we started on our way. I tried my best not to steal glances at her alluring legs, the skirt rode up some and revealed the stockings were secured with suspenders. Was she wearing a garter belt with no underwear?

‘So I’m guessing you have a few questions for me?’ She enquired lightly.

I nodded while concentrating on the road, and cleared my throat while thinking of where to start.

‘How… is Taylor?’ I asked, trying to keep the worry out of my voice.

She wrinkled her nose and her mouth twisted, and the shadow of sadness fell over her face.

‘Not good, sadly. Not sure if you want to hear what’s going on in that regard, I’m still processing it all.’ My brow furrowed some at hearing this.

‘Oh, no!’ She continued, reading my expression. ‘It’s not like that, we aren’t getting back together. He’s gotten himself into some very serious legal trouble and came to me for help.’

‘What did he do?’ I asked, with relief surging through my whole body.

‘It’s really bad.’ She sighed. ‘Like, really bad. After we broke up he went on a downward spiral, took to drinking and taking drugs – life became one big endless party. He told me there’s around six months he has no memory of, can’t remember anything – half a year is just gone.’

‘He eventually lost his job, something happened and he’s not sure what but they fired him. He then racked up a debt with his dealer, somewhere in the range of $30,000 and they set the heavies on him, which landed him in hospital for a few weeks. His family tried to intervene, and he moved back home for some time but he wasn’t taking his rehab very seriously and kept relapsing.’

‘During one of these relapses he was at a friend’s place and got blackout drunk, and something set him off and he started trashing the friends house like he’d done to mine. They tried to lock him out of the house but he started smashing windows, so they called his brother to come and get him or they’d have to call the cops. So his brother Mike drove over to get him at 3am, and wrestled him into the car to get him back home.’ She trailed off for a few moments, obviously steading her emotions to continue.

‘Taylor says that they argued, Mike was berating him for being a drunken fuck up and to grow up and start getting his life together. Taylor said that he grabbed Mike’s arm to try and make him listen, and in doing so yanked the steering wheel, and the car veered to the left sharply. Mike overcorrected to the right and into oncoming traffic.’

‘Mike tried to pull the car back into his lane, but they drifted into head on collision. Mike was killed instantly, and Taylor was badly injured and was back in hospital for a month. His parents have disowned him and cut contact from him completely. The police are still deciding on what to charge him with, but it’s likely he’ll be going to prison for quite some time. Given his behaviour previously that night, they aren’t thinking of it as an accident.’

I sat in mute horror, trying to make sense of what I was hearing.

‘Oh my god…’ Was all I had at that moment.

‘Yeah, it’s bad. He came to me as he’s got no one else now, he couldn’t even afford a lawyer and needed some advice. I was on the verge of telling him to fuck off, and part of me wishes I did. It’s hard though when it’s someone who you’ve been so close to for so long, and they’re just completely fucked and alone.’

‘I know it can’t have been easy on you, my disappearing suddenly but I didn’t want to drag you into it and I needed some time to come to terms with everything. Mike was like my older brother, so it was all a bit of a shock and then trying to help Taylor sort out his paperwork for the first hearing. He stayed with me for the first few nights, but wires got crossed at some point and he tried to climb into bed with me one night so I got him a hotel room to stay in.’ She went silent and thoughtful.

‘Were you missing me?’ She asked, a hint of a quiver in her voice.

I turned to her, nodding wordlessly.

‘I missed you as well. I was worried that you might be done with me.’ She was, showing an uncharacteristic uncertainty.

‘Why would you think that?’ I asked.

‘Well’ She laughed. ‘I did send you that message that I missed you, you never replied!’

I froze in realisation, I’d completely forgotten to text her back.

‘It’s ok, I thought maybe you were angry or ignoring me. When we came to visit the office you seemed a bit tense and standoffish. And understandably so. Forgive me? Pretty please?’ She asked coquettishly, making puppy dog eyes my way.

‘Yeah, of course.’ I laughed along with her little act. ‘I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.’

‘Oh, don’t you worry I have a little surprise lined up for you.’ She murmured.

‘What is it?’ I asked, enjoying our flirtatious banter.

She rolled her eyes in mock frustration.

‘Well then it won’t be a surprise anymore, you fool!’ Her eyes were dancing as she teased me.

‘Fair enough.’ I grinned. She gave me an appraising look, her pupils becoming dilated and darker.

‘Would you like a hint?’ She asked.

‘Sure!’ I replied.

Her eyes remined locked on my face as she slowly spread her legs, allowing her skirt to gradually ride up her legs. Her perfectly manicured landing strip revealed itself bit by bit, and blood rushed to my groin as I became instantly hard. Her labia were puffed and plump, looking deliciously juicy and she ran a slow finger along her lips.

‘Alex.’ She said.

‘Yeah?’

‘Eyes on the road, champ!’

I looked back to the road and slammed on the brakes, screeching to a halt only inches behind the car ahead of ours that was stopped at the next set of lights. The driver peered back at me through his rearview mirror and I waved my apologies. I turned back to Georgina, who had restored her modesty in the meantime but was cheekily giggling behind a raised hand. I flushed.

‘Thanks for that.’ I said with facetious exasperation.

‘Sorry!’ She said in a tone that was anything but.

We arrived at our destination a few moments later. As we exited the car, I looked around for possible commercial locations wondering where to go. Georgina grabbed my hand and dragged me towards an apartment building. I followed, still confused as to where we were headed. We approached the apartment main door and Georgina used a key to let us in.

‘Our inspection is in here?’ I asked.

‘Yep!’ She chirped back, leading me up the stairs.

We walked down a corridor until we reached an apartment door, which she began opening with a key. I tilted my head questioningly towards her, as she opened the door. She dragged me in to a tastefully furnished apartment with soft carpeting.

‘This is the site?’ I asked, still battling confusion.

‘Surprise!’ She beamed. ‘Welcome to my place!’

She kicked off her flats, and led me around giving me a tour of the apartment. Her bedroom was spacious and plush, an enormous queen-sized bed dominated with four poster framing lined with gossamer hanging sheets. Floor to ceiling mirrored doors lined the wardrobes and cupboards, and a pair of tasteful nightstands stood at either side of the head of the bed.

‘We could get up to so much mischief in there.’ She whispered in my ear, her eyes indicating the bed. ‘What do you think?’

‘I like it, definitely a nice surprise!’ She led me back into the kitchen area.

‘Did you make up the site inspection for Steve?’ I asked.

‘Oh no, not at all – there is a site to check out that I found during my time off. Buuuut, I saw how you were checking out my legs, my pussy got wet and then plans changed. Felt like we could use some time to reconnect.’ Her tone suggesting ‘reconnect’ having multiple meanings. She leaned over the bar, poking her buttocks out and her blouse fell open, showing more than a hint of cleavage. An air of expectation hung in the air, like she was waiting for me to do something.

‘Don’t worry, Boss – we will have a new site proposal assessment ready when the time comes. But for now, shall we continue with our inspection?’ Her eyes twinkled deviously.

What did she mean? What site inspection? I scratched my head, fumbling for what to say.

‘Is it close to here?’ I asked. She sighed and her eyes flickered with mild frustration, the air of expectation growing exponentially.

What was I missing here? Her eyes were boring into me, imploring me, peppered with flecks of disappointment.

‘Yes, very close.’ She whispered.

‘Well, we can give it a look once our current submission is handed over. I’m pretty confident with it so far and Steve seems pretty happy. How do you-‘ Georgina cut me off.

‘It’s great, and I’ve no reason to doubt you’ve handled it admirably during my time off. You’re good at directing people, Alex and that’s something I really like about you. It takes you a little bit to realise, but I really like the way you…’ She trailed off.

‘Take charge.’ Her face was flushed, her dark eyes wide and shimmering.

The words hung in the air between us, the room seemed to hum with an electric mugginess, like it does before a storm. Realisation flooded my consciousness, as desire and something primal crackled through me. Suddenly, I knew what to do.

‘Well, shall we proceed with the inspection?’ I asked curtly, my tone brooking no argument. Georgina immediately perked up, her body language singing in approval. I rounded the counter, to circle her from behind.

‘No, stay as you are.’ I commanded as she started to straighten up. She fell back into leaning over the counter, her ass poked out and her body quivering in anticipation. She was watching me intently over her shoulder, her eyes drinking in everything I was doing. I made a show of sizing her up, playing up my role of inspecting her.

‘I need a better view of you, remove your skirt.’ I commanded, feeling a bit foolish as I tried to get into the role.

She eagerly pulled on the zips on each hip, and slid her skirt down past her thighs slowly until it dropped to the floor. This exposed the very sexy black lace garter belt circling her waist, with 4 suspenders attached to her stockings. Her bare ass was completely exposed to me, and I ran my palms across each cheek as I marvelled at how perfectly shaped they were. Pert and firm, but softly feminine.

‘Top off too!’ I snapped, starting to gain a little confidence at seeing how she was responding. Without hesitation, she dragged her blouse over her head and resumed her position bent over the counter, resting on her elbows. She had a matching black lace bra on, which was tantalisingly see through. Her breathing became heavy and perforated by her thumping heartbeat, which I could see surging in the vein on her temple.

‘It looks to me as though you’ve been misbehaving… have you been a naughty girl?’ I interrogated, as my hand ventured across her back, hips and thighs.

‘Yes.’ She whispered quietly, her legs starting to vibrate slightly with excitement and anticipation.

I placed my right palm against her left cheek.

‘Naughty girls deserve to be punished, don’t they?’ I enquired. Her backside shook.

‘Yes.’ She was sounding more and more girlish, as though the power dynamic play was regressing her into innocence.

‘Say please.’ I ordered.

She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip.

‘Please.’ Her voice barely audible and strained with arousal.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked it hard.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’ I corrected her.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’ She mirrored my words back to me urgently.

Needing no further invitation I raised my hand high above my shoulder, and brought it down on her backside like a thunderclap. A loud crack echoed out into the apartment, the force of it causing her to stagger slightly. Her knees buckled as she made muffled whimpering sounds, and for a moment I thought I’d been too rough. She straightened back into her previous position though, pushing her ass out expectantly.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

I obliged immediately by bestowing attention to her right cheek, a satisfying red welting hand mark already raising on the left. She let out a low agonised groan, her knees pulling together from the pain.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’ She begged.

Crack! I spanked her left ass cheek.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

Crack! I spanked her right ass cheek.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

I brought my palm down on left upper buttock, spreading the pain.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

This time on the lower left buttock, her ass was becoming covered in pinkish red welting.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

I gave an almighty strike to both cheeks at once and she partially collapsed onto the counter panting and moaning. I was about to ask if she was ok, then I noticed the thin string of clear grool dripping down between her legs.

Her pussy was drooling.

I ran my palm gently across her smarting backside, soothing the skin softly. Her legs were vibrating, still buckled at the knees as she recovered from the onslaught. Her breathing was ragged, as she dragged in huge shivering lung fulls of air. I planned my next moves as I waited patiently for her next request. Scanning around the kitchen I spied my next weapon of choice.

I felt her eyes track my movements, as I rummaged through a stand of utensils. I picked out the item that caught my eye – a wooden spoon. I took it into my right hand as I slowly, deliberately strode back to my position behind her.

‘Spread your legs.’ I ordered, she responded immediately by separating her legs further.

I ran the head of the spoon up and down her inner thighs, teasing her skin. Her pussy was drenched and glistening in the warm kitchen light. I began to start quickly tapping the wooden spoon against her thighs and up across her ass. Just gentle repetitive taps to start with, and shifted my focus down to her puffed pussy. I methodically gave her labia very precise smacks, causing it to contract and close.

I ran my weapon over the skin on either side of her clitoris, teasing it and preparing her for what was to come next. She froze in place, though still quivering with the rushing arousal flooding her body. I gave her clit a gentle tap at first, letting the sensation linger. She emitted a low anguished cry, a divine mixture of pleasure and pain. I let her have another one, a little more sharply this time.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

She was looking back at me over her left shoulder, her eyes glazed and unfocused. I gave a little nod, along with a devilish side eye. I snapped the spoon sharply onto her clitoral area causing her legs to buckle again as she cried out in agony. Her hips shuddered and bucked, her muscles convulsing from the pain. I went in again, this time focusing my strikes across her ass and thighs.

I undid the clasps to her bra, she worked her shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. I pulled each of her stockings down, intending to throw them out of the way but then had better idea. I pulled Georgina up straight and turned her to face me, taking in her glorious naked body. I brought her hands together in front of her, and used one of her stockings to bind her hands together.

Her eyes were glittering like reflected sun rays on a water’s surface.

I pushed her onto her back on the counter, spreading her legs apart. Her nipples were engorged and fully erect, so I gave them a bit of attention with the spoon. With each crack, Georgina writhed her body and moaned loudly. I spread my focus around her hips and thighs, across her pubic mound and belly. I began to remove my clothing between hits, making a rumpled pile on the floor.

Georgina beamed when she saw my cock at full attention, licking her lips.

‘I’ve been missing that.’ She cooed.

‘Have you now?’ I asked.

‘Mhmm.’ She replied.

I moved to the other side of the counter, pulling back towards me so her head hung off the edge. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with desire as I offered my cock to her lips. She began running her tongue along my shaft, causing waves of pleasure to trickle down my cock and into my lower belly. She made low moans of pleasure, like she was tasting a gourmet delicacy, switching lower to my balls.

I placed my hands on her breasts and gave them a squeeze, as she reached her bound hands up to guide my cock into her mouth. Her lips engulfed me completely and I let out a low moan, causing her to moan in return. Her tongue swirled around the head, causing fireworks of sensual delight to course through me. I pinched each of her nipples hard, pulling on them and stretching them. Her mouth clamped down on my cock in response, as her hands snaked down between her legs as she began to touch herself. The view was incredible.

She took her mouth off my cock.

‘Deeper.’ She simply said, opening her mouth wide in invitation.

I was caught off guard momentarily, but guided myself slowly back into her hungry mouth. I pushed my cock in slowly, looking out for any signs of discomfort on her part. But she only continued to breath deep, heavy breaths through her nose, making delighted moans and sighs. As I pushed in deeper, I felt a kind of resistance as though hitting a natural barrier. I hesitated before pushing any more, but she simply angled her head side to side, as I saw her throat contract in a swallowing motion.

There was a popping sensation and suddenly I slid into her throat and was buried to the hilt. I could see my hard cock cause her throat to bulge, and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I became harder as I became intensely turned on, which in turn caused her to swallow hard and constrict around my cock. The sensation was beyond delicious, my cock being gently massaged by the insides of her throat.

She made muffled gargling noises as began to finger herself furiously. I pulled back and gave her a brief reprieve and she immediately gasped a huge breath full of air desperately. I reached down to flick each of her nipples, then pinching and pulling on them sharply. I pushed my cock back in deep, more confident this time as she gasped a quick breath before I blocked her airways again. I began to gently rock myself back and forth, testing to see how she responded. She only increased furiously fingering her clitoris.

I slowly built up my tempo, with her making low ‘glupping’ noises every time my cock pushed past her uvula. I’d never been this deep in a girl’s mouth before and the feeling was incredible, delightful sparks of electric joy began surge in my cock. I changed tactics and pushed myself in deep and held myself there for a long pause. Gradually over time, her face began to turn red, and the veins stood out on her neck as the lack of air took it’s toll. I held myself like this for a few moments longer, and then relented by pulling out.

She drew in a long choking gasp, her eyes tearing up and running mascara in long dragging lines down either side of her face. I was about to check that she was ok, but she gave me one of her trademark devilish winks. Not only was she ok, this was exactly what she wanted. And I was more than happy to indulge her.

I placed a hand on either side of her face, gently cupping her cheeks as I guided myself in. Seeing my cock bulge her throat again brought out something primal in me, a rush of pure animalistic lust. Each thrust brought drove me to higher peaks of pleasure, her mouth and throat caressing me from every angle. Her muffled, delirious moans continued as her nimble fingers flashed around her clitoris and pussy, which had resumed drooling her wet nectar.

Climax began to build from deep within my core, I could feel it bursting up from between my legs and behind my balls. Her muted gasps and tense, contorting body indicated that she was right there with me, her own orgasm had started to crest. I began to grunt and gasp low moans of pleasure, as I felt sweat trickle down my back. My cock began to engorge as my orgasm surged, my lower stomach coursed with darts of delight. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense at once, and I pushed my cock in as deep as I could.

I began to spurt my semen in long, flowing rivers as I saw her cheeks puff and her throat tense and strain. Her legs snapped together as she silently experienced her own roaring orgasm, her whole body shuddering. With one last enormous orgasmic contraction, I filled her with come and began to slowly recede from within her. She began to suckle on my cock gently, her mouth gently massaging me down from climax, making soft contented noises of bliss.

‘Wow.’ I said, my cock dropping out of her mouth as I stepped back and helped her up.

‘Yep. Wow!’ She returned, giggling and holding out her hands for me to untie. ‘I’m a mess!’

She did look like she’d been through some kind of ordeal, saliva, tears and mascara smeared all over her face. But she’d never looked sexier, and I stepped in and took her into my arms.

‘Oooh, this is nice.’ She murmured into my chest contentedly.

We stood like that for several minutes, rocking gently back and forth and enjoying being intimate with each other after a long separation. She gradually began panting less, feeling like putty in my arms. I could have sworn she was silently purring.

‘Well I can’t be going back into the office looking like this. Come on!’ She dragged me by the hand.

‘Where are we going?’ I asked.

‘Shower time!’ She replied silkily. ‘We can clean up, and see about going for round two!’

I followed her to the bathroom smiling, and feeling like the luckiest guy on the planet.

Agatha

Let's say I found myself in a situation not unfamiliar to me. I was sitting in a chair, my tits breathing freely under my shirt, my hands cuffed behind the backrest, and my legs spread tied to two other chairs, my Mexican pussy opening before the eyes of men who were hardly human anymore. I had not seen them because I was blindfolded, but I knew of something distinguishing today from my usual experience. These guys had guns and knives, and I didn't know what they were going to put into my pussy first.

 Should I explain to you why I was in danger, how many of these guys there were, and how likely this was the end of the sexiest girl around? In our Princess Tower, passion draws its strength from power on the one hand and the feeling of unbearable abuse on the other.

For that reason, the Shieldmaidens resisted, and since our prospects were changing as quickly as a chameleon's skin, they occasionally patted each other on the back and whispered that they wanted to meet so that someone could scratch them there. Montie and Claudia invited me into one of the sports equipment cabinets. There were seven of us in swimsuits, so we've got a lucky number.

 "What happened to you?" I asked. Claudia supported Montie, but her roommates Ruby and Nicole stabilized her shoulders. Adriana and Roxanne, the ex-militaries, circled cautiously around them.

"Prefect arrested Alice," Caludia said.

"Th-they're going after those who created the show," Montie stammered. "I'm next, I'm next, I'M NEXT!

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement. "Zita told me she saw our friend in an undesirable place. Green is tearing her cunt with a needle." 

"You're not in a brothel," Nicole shouted.

"Sorry, retard," I apologized sincerely. "I would save her if I could, but we already have protection. Sophia is the Principal and a cunning one. She-" 

"How could she protect us if she couldn't protect Alice?!" Ruby shouted.

I was annoyed. My dream had come true. My best friend is a top bitch, and I stand behind her throne. 

"That happened a few days after the change of guards. Sophia would not allow another arrest."

" She allowed the dishonor of the Shieldmaidens," Claudia said. "Montserrat, I don't think you need to worry. It doesn't mean Green won't try to torture another of our army." She made a few steps away from Montie and towards me. "When they rejected our petition, they proved they have never meant well for us, but snatching the Alice is shitting on us."

"We'll sneak up on Green," Ruby said. "Should we free her-"

"If we try, we'll get Sophia fired," I said. "We can't attack, we can't help Alice to run, we won't have anyone to prevent Green from skinning us alive."

"And they took our weapons from us," Adriana pointed out.

I sighed. Alice wasn't my friend, but I hated Green, and this was a blow to our newfound confidence. " I'll talk to Sophie. She tells me a lot. She can listen for once."

"Sophia is incapable of freeing either Mayson or Alice," Nicole said. "If you value the freedom, find someone whose hands aren't tied."

"Sooner or later, the Shieldmaidens will get their resurrection," Claudia showed her teeth.

"As in our episode "The Succubus and the Shadow Order of Zombies," Montie remembered her fantasy roots.

We returned to the pool, and I wanted to stay in the cold, fresh water.

Shieldmaidens have never chosen a leader. I dunno, but I always thought I was the best woman to take up the mantle. If I were forced to name a reason, I would say my sex appeal is hard to confiscate weapon, and Sophia cherished my ability to give guys what they want and then want to repeat with me and me alone.

"One Heir was disrupting our meetings," she told me over the warden's walkie-talkie. "Lucas Balaban. Fitzpatrick said he regularly gossiped about me, and it would be a while before his mother called him. His inmate bores him, and he says that he is not interested in sex, but I don't believe that from a guy. I think he would need a boost in the form of a naughtier lover."

I promised her that after the experience with me, Lucas would either fall asleep for two days or write me love letters all night.  

 I came to his room unannounced, but when he let me in, he didn't send me away. He sat up on the bed and stared at me. I could see that he had a thicker belly, but his cute face compensated for it.

"A comforting service is coming," I told him. "I heard we had someone sad here." I wasn't wearing a Lovemaking outfit, but a long red coat that covered me from behind. When I unbuttoned it, however, Lucas get a view of the stockings and the garter belt of the same color. Otherwise, he could only see my darker skin, which he could soon touch and get under it.

"Come here to me!" exclaimed Lucas. From Texas, by the sound of it.

I tried not to contradict the clients, but the boy needed more. I threw my coat on the floor with a sharp movement. I walked quickly to his bed and suddenly turned sharply toward his desk. I lay on my back on it and spread my legs. "Stand up and use all your members!"

He left the bed with a rather stumbling step. He squinted but gradually grew more confident. He had to move because the most powerful part of a man's body, that which causes and signals his inner transformation pulled him toward me. His glans were pointing at me as a place he wanted to go, like a boy asking his dad to jump in the pool, maybe to visit half-naked girls.

"You may be a whore, but Green is a bigger one," Lucas said dreamily.

"It's a too good a name for Green, and most of all, he won't offer you this." I exercised my legs again.

"He's a coward. My family controls a much larger territory than Wyoming with their money. He can never hurt us, but he will use his power to keep us here and use us." Lucas pulled out a purple dildo from the side table and approached me. He admired my cunt.

"That's the thing about the law. It always comes from either strength or momentary passion," I explained to him.  "The law was often against us prostitutes, but the passion was on our side, so we were stronger. And here, Green is stronger."

"Luckily I still have some strength left," Lucas said, and against my expectations, he turned on the dildo and pushed it into my cunt without much preparation. I squirmed and opened my mouth at him defiantly, expecting his cock to be there, but Lucas only pinched my tits.

"Turn around," he said suddenly and added a slap on my ass from below.

Ah, so I won't be able to watch. I regretted it, but at least I turned on my stomach carefully so as not to lose the divine toy of pleasure in my insides.

I had to be consistent, so I pouted at Heir. He gets to separate cheeks himself. I could feel his fingers go about working together to do that. My asshole must have been exposed, but his cock caressed both halves so far. For a moment, he even let them squeeze his manhood. It warmed me up nicely, and I began to hump. All the while, my mechanical friend was teasing me in my feminine places.

At one point, Lucas split my ass again. I didn't feel anything for a moment, and then he inserted his long, hard tool into the exit of my bowels. Although I had been stretched over the years of practice, now I was surprised by the pain.

"AHHH- slower, please!"

He grabbed my throat with his arm and sped up. I felt my resistance motivating even him more as the dildo continued its parody of tenderness long after I had climaxed, long after Lucas had defiled my ass and laid me on the table. He was panting terribly, and I prayed to God to get up and take the damn thing out!

He lay down beside me. "You really don't want to hold it to your room?" he asked, reveling in the implied threat. "Don't worry, I'll support Arnolph if she sends me at least two pairs of similar holes a couple of times a day!"

He left my dildo there and increased the vibration on it to torment me. Only then could I go somewhere where I could consider how long I could afford to be here without sex. Most guys are bastards who look at the administrator, even the artist and all they see is a piece of meat.

I was lethargic at dinner, unable to respond to my friends. After yesterday's experience, when I had to leave the room, Sophia told me a few things that made me stop trusting our smartypant Zita completely. I didn't focus on anything around me. We were eating some food and a cube of light above us showed us a brutal hologram of bound Thompson.

That image has been transformed into something else several times, sometimes into Sophia, sometimes into that clown Green, but today, it disappeared, and the melodies of two whole songs were heard in the dining hall. One was Ode to Joy and the other was our new national anthem, First Duke's March.

Another face appeared in the cube. A man, but more handsome than Green. A face with famous cheekbones and amazing long black hair.

Fucking Princeps Juan Fucking Gilbert.

Juan looked around as if he could see us. Then those eyes turned serious and he spoke condescendingly.

"It saddens me when I have to comfort the weakest and most vulnerable members of our society, but at the same time, I draw strength from it. Me, who won't be standing on top of it anymore in a short time -"

Even snoring sounds more ingenious. Powerful guys are the most annoying because, like all guys, they talk, and they can make people either listen to their babble or pretend to listen to it. I only started paying attention when he started shouting.

"Prefect Green, you can stay where you are, but I appeal to your reason! Thanks to you, the situation in Washington has escalated, and Councilman Olsson has worked wonders. Under the leadership of Timothy Cooper, the hosts of emigrants have expressed their support for him and are begging us to come back, and believe me, they are not traitors! I'm prepared to think that they have been expelled from our country by elements like you!"

Juan paused and lifted his chin.

 "Start with small steps. I believe Daniel Mayson is a shady person. However, I want the current leadership of the Princess Tower to be able to talk to him. That will show that you respect my authority."

The cube faded again. None of us girls said anything. We couldn't swallow another bite, and our cutlery was hanging above our plates. We were a little relaxed thanks to the hologram of Sophia appearing above us. She had a much shorter speech. She bowed and said, "Thank you, my Princeps!" And it went out.

Green appeared immediately. He sputtered. I didn't want to listen to him. He was questioning the authenticity of the message. Shouted about the danger of the emigrants. He promised that Mayson would always be under his control.

It made me think.

It made me think more than when I was having fun, when I was being protected, or when I was gaining power.  I knew what I said to Sophia tomorrow would make me someone else, and I devoted every thought to it. It wasn't until tonight that a few thoughts penetrated my dreams.

Me, her, us. I see myself when I was a wife. Me – actually she – is cooking kale, but I'm watching myself from the table. Making lunch for myself? That makes sense, but why am I in two places? Housewife-Me has her eyes closed, she keeps humming something, but she doesn't turn to me. I am holding a baby in my hands, definitely my son. Did Housewife-Me give him to me? Can I play with him? I would love to, but he is too heavy. Maybe one of the two other women at the table would have taken him. They both look like me too, and they both laugh. They only get serious when they look at me.

"Bare your tits! She's hungry, she doesn't scream just because she's shy!" This girl is not shy. She shows her tits and the other one starts sucking on both of them alternately, as if she was enjoying tequila. Her tongue even turns into a snake on Bare Tits- Me. It splits itself in two so that it can go into more of her holes, and the shameless one likes it. She sighs and a geyser of rubies rises from her throat to the ceiling.

I obey her and offer the baby to drink from my tit. But what did the half-naked woman say? "She" is hungry?

The thing I'm breastfeeding isn't my son? A memory of the child you were. Someone told me something like that once. Can this child be me too?

Snake-Tongued-Me pulls her tongue out of Half-Naked-Me and laughs. "I've never seen you before, but I rule here. Introduce yourself. How did you get here? Why have you changed? What happened out there?"

"There's a fight out there between Princeps and Prefect," I say, though I soon realize she probably didn't want to hear that. "Princeps might marry Sophia!" Was it really like that or am I already confused about the waking world?

"I want to marry the Princeps!" said Snake-Tongued-Me, emphatically.

"Why did you leave my husband?" asks Housewife-Me, confused.

"It's not about who we marry!" I objected. "We have to protect ourselves and we must attack the one who tried to hurt us!"

"Then why it looks like you can't help yourself?" said Snake-Tongued-Me, letting the snakes flick me in the face. I shoved Housewife-Me aside and grabbed a knife from the sink. I swung myself fast enough to pin the snake to the table. Half-Naked-Me jumped at me and took a mallet from the sink. I eluded her but Baby-Me started to cry. While singing a lullaby, I reached into the drainer and pulled a bow and arrows.

"Leave me alone or I'll shoot you!" I promised my previous versions. I stepped back into the door and pointed an arrow at each Agatha.

"Don't go out!" pleaded Housewife-Me. "You said it wasn't safe there!"

"But I will only see you there in the mirror!" I walked backward out of the house and shot in front of me just to be sure.

"Why should your friends come?" FitzPatrick was nagging, but I was still looking at Sophia, and she knew that I sometimes had brilliant ideas, even though I had to underestimate myself in front of people to get them to take me seriously.

 "Because they have fuller heads and harder brains, but they will still tell you they agree," I said confidently. "And because it can't be done without them."

"We'll bring them," Sophia agreed, resting her arms on the table. "But we'll wait. I hope you have thought your plan through."

All the members of my recent private meeting came to the Principal's office except Montie. Her place was taken by Carl, Nicol's Heir. I summarized what I had planned, and Sophia didn't speak for five minutes.

"Do you want to kill me?" she asked. "If I kidnap Daniel, Green will order the soldiers to rape us, cut off our hands, and kill us in the same hour!"

 "Can't you appreciate your ally?" asked Nicol. "Green has us partially surrounded, but he is surrounded by Princeps."

"And here begins the second part, which I have kept for greater effect," I said. "Once Mayson is ours, you will report to the Princeps that the Prefect resisted you, and you had to take him by force. Maybe he'll be angry, but maybe it will also tickle his dick nicely that he'll now be able to go into battle against Green. Everyone will see what a man he was and that his enemies had to tremble before him until the end of his term."

Sophia wrinkled her eyebrows. "I'll call him first. This will not happen without his blessing. But do you know I can't give you any weapons?"

Carl stepped in front of the Principal. "The girls will carry some fake ones," he assured her. "I'll be the genuine one."

"And how am I supposed to understand that?"

"Green is afraid that something will happen to Heirs. So, I'll serve as a hostage," he clarified his role and pointed to FitzPatrick. "His relationship with you is becoming clear to people, so I must step in to make them uncertain."

"We can afford to do it, unlike your wardens," Claudia said. "In the end, Princeps will free you, and you will free Alice," Nicole added contentedly.

Sophia got up and came up to me. She grabbed my armrests and bent down to me so that her long nose almost poked me in the eye.

"You will surprise them. That will be your task. You'll be like ghosts and won't let anything happen to any of Green's people."

 I smiled contentedly. "Ghosts? Thompson would be happy for you. We'll look like ghosts, too."

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... We stole six toques from the kitchen, cut them up, and made holes for the eyes. When we put them on our heads, we looked like a catering service for the KKK. 

Princeps obviously approved of our brilliant idea and let his wives blow him off because, in the evening, Sophia and Carl sent us to a room where Dorothy looked at us with shady eyes in an unbuttoned warden's uniform. She was standing next to sitting IT guy with a thick red beard and some white hair.

"I can't get to the Security, but my access code still holds up," Dorothy explained. "We need you to get to Mayson's cell between 8:45 p.m. and 8:52 p.m. This may be the last eight minutes that the access code will be valid.  Arnolph tells you that all her wardens will give you a clear way out. Once outside, your hostage will have to scream loudly. Green's soldiers will panic. If you're quick, they'll let you in. No one will interfere with your progress to the cells, especially if they don't know they're open."

"Is Arnolph ready to take over the Security then? " Adriana wanted to know. 

Dorothy shrugged. "Just like Princeps is prepared to drop the bombs on Green's positions." 

 In the end, the bombs fall, but first, the sex bombs have to do the work.

I wanted nothing more than to punch the right arrogant noses. From the smallest one to the biggest one. One thing made me uneasy. I felt like Ursula many months ago. She also became a terrorist, cheated, and took hostages. She ended badly. I reminded myself that she didn't have friends like that. I thought it would differentiate the winner from the loser.

According to the records, Carl wanted to enjoy our presence. He was the reason we were all in the Lounge with him. He just never urged us to put our toques on our heads and hold a plastic knife to his throat. In the Tower itself, he didn't even make a sound, but with a breath of fresh air, his plea carried through. "They kidnapped me, help! I want to see my home again!"

Green's soldiers took notice. So did the wardens, this time preventing the first group from trying out their weapons on us. Carl screamed again, but my wrist on his Adam's apple let him know that I wanted to yell now.

"Safe passage to the Security!" I demanded.  I turned my head carefully to the left. As Sophia and I agreed afterward, a covered wagon stood there, lacking people, but two rifles lay in the back. After all, the Principal had managed to secretly send us weapons in good faith that we would not end up using them. However, we jumped into the car. Adriana took the wheel, and Roxie prepared herself for the possibility that she might have to shoot. It was ridiculous for us and the audience how short the drive was, and we gave the right of way to another car just before Security.

The Wardens outside opened the door immediately and there were only two armed women and Michelle waiting for us inside.

"I want to be taken to the Principal Mayson 's cell,” I yelled as menacingly as I could.

Michelle looked unusually thoughtful. Yet it couldn't be brighter in her head than it was here in the corridor.  "If you like, we'll show you all the cells one by one," she said. "To see that Mayson is no longer here. Prefect Green ordered us to take him to Arnolph a few minutes before you arrived. We put him in the car so that nothing would happen to him outside, and he'll be in the Principal's office by now."

The hand in which I was holding the plastic knife froze. I wasn't even sure if my feet felt solid ground. 

 "You had him transported a few meters by car?" asked Adriana.

"As I said, you can see for yourself. But we are in a different situation now. We must ask you to release the hostage. I can bring cookies if you like." Thunders of gunshots rang out behind the wall.

"Out!" I commanded in complete panic. Some of us opened the door, and we all backed up. When we got our bearings outside, we saw about five Heirs running across the grounds, even in shorts or with backpacks on their backs. "Try to stop us!" they shouted, and people have been trying, no matter how many wardens got between them and the soldiers.

We didn't wait for anything. The moment when the third shot rang out, we quickly jumped into the car. Without Mayson but still with Carl. Adriana started the engine, and I looked out the window. At that moment, an interesting change took place. The soldiers stopped chasing the Heirs, but most started firing in our direction. The hood and glass held up, but after a jolt, at least one tire said goodbye to us.

"Get out quickly!" I didn't know which of us had shouted it, but I agreed. Five of us jumped out at the back and headed for the circle of the wardens. I tried to follow them, but behind me, someone ripped off the door to the control cabin, and squeezed my elbow so hard that I immediately dropped the knife, and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

...and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

...and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

This was where my narration behind the blindfolded eyes ended, and it could not find any new sentences of story to tell. I told you at the beginning that I was captured here. Vulnerable to eight armored guys in some tent. I could find no joy in being chained to the chairs and hated by angry men who were also lecherous in the nastiest way possible.

"You had sex with her, Lucas?"

"I must have the prettiest dick that was ever inserted in her CD unit," the familiar voice joked.

"You mean USB port for the tiny connector," a crueler, unseen man said. 

Cruz. Madre Díos. I hate him since he reminds me of myself.

"Why is she still here?" an older guy asked incredulously. This was surely not an Heir but a male enforcer.

"We want other cunts to come to her rescue," Cruz said. "We'll send the message to our mole, telling her that Arnolph should think we don't want to give her to you. These hens may be tempted to deprive us of their accomplice, but all they will find will be a mix of jizz and cold meat, and we will hold more pussies for Prefect's interrogators."

Someone came on a light footsteps, possibly two women.   

"Gotta catch them all, Cruz?" Jesus, that bitch Bellinda.

"One screaming painslut wouldn't be enough. A million wouldn't be enough, but I won't let them hide. I want them to suffer for their nut-sized brains!"

The new voice supported him. "If we have more of those fanatics, Arnolph will be under further stress and forced to cooperate with Mayson and the Prefect." I didn't hear her often, but I eventually remembered the strange hoarse speech of Oriona, that girl in the tuxedo with the man's hair.

"I saw Mayson," Cruz said. "He wants to save his ass, and he knows that will be impossible unless someone slaps Arnolph around. Good thing we knew about the foolishness." 

This had to stop.

"You 've got me!" I shouted. "Tell the Prefect I will testify that Sophia wanted us to strike without Princeps agreeing, forcing his hand. He won't have to catch the other girls, and I want him to release Alice. You see, we were scared because he arrested her!"

"That is a silly suggestion," Cruz objected.

"The bitch is offering something," the deep voice of the male enforcer said. "And you 're not a Prefect, lad!"

"If you want to take her and go on a colossal waste of time, I know better than to turn our exchange of opinions into a pissing contest," Cruz said. "But I have to meet our mole, and suppose your colleague could accompany me?"

"Dennis, I'll take the whore, you take the whoreson. As for the others, go back to your rooms!"

Some massive hands untied my legs from the other chairs, lifted me, and an equally muscular knee kicked my ass to march me forward. 

I have felt outside with all its cold and stench, knowing full well that I would be grateful not to drown in my shit, but life is about other things. I have to save good, honest girls like Alice and Shieldmaidens, no matter what happens to politicians like Sophia. I like her, but I have to say goodbye to what she represents.

"Why are you here? You can't find your way back to your room? A little suggestion. It's part of a building."

"I know that woman," Oriona said. I still stepped forward, but the brute kicked me and wrapped his around my waist. "You probably know many of them. Aren't you one of those cook masks?"

"No, I'm surprised at the way she behaves. Come to me, Officer, I want to talk about what will happen to her."

I heard a short swishing sound.

"Argh! What have you done? You cunt, give me your hand!"

"What about the other one?"

There was that sound again.

"I know who you... I know who you..."

"What if I told you this was no ordinary tranquilizer but something that would ensure you would never know anything?"

"You would murddd…"

His speech grew quieter and heavier. I heard a thud and then a clinking.

Oriona finally took off the scarf that was blocking my vision. She had a damned ugly face, but I was relieved to see something.

"We need to get him into the tent," she said and unlocked my handcuffs with a key that might not be hers. I noticed she wore simple mechanical bracelets with empty holes on her arms. I looked down at the lethargic enforcer and saw one dart above his left foot.

"Were you serious? Is he dead?" I asked, stretching my free wrists.

"No, it might just take some time before he regains consciousness. And even after that, it will take some time for him to remember what happened." We brought the body into the tent and Oriona took me sideways. "I have a tent of my own. We all have been using them from the days of the hunt for Thompson. I need to check you to see if you have any bugs on your body. "

We went into her place where I could lie down on the bed and she took her scanner to me. "It may be paranoia, but sometimes they do that to ensure the prisoners won't escape." She did not spare a single millimeter of my body as she searched me with that grey tortoise-like thing. 

"No, thankfully, you are clear."

"So, you are Sophia's mole mole in Cruz's group," I broke the silence.

"Yes, but Green has one too and that is probably Dorothy," Oriona stated. "Not that it matters much. Carl said private things to his friends and they fell on the wrong ears."

That reminded me... "Where is Carl anyway?" 

„In the infirmary with Green's man behind the door. This will complicate things but with some luck on our side, the Princeps will find a pretense to attack."

"Boys being boys," I said and I couldn't help but notice Oriona looked at me very passionately. 

"I always wanted to be a boy, but my dad wouldn't approve of the surgery." Oriona sighed. "At the same time, I wanted it so much. To dress like men, to be like men. To fuck women."

"I can arrange the last one for you." I stood up, turned around and shook my ass. Before I could turn back, Oriona's arm wrapped around my neck, touching my chest, where her fingers took a moment to find out exactly where my nipple was, playing with it through my dress for a while.

"I've wanted to show someone like you what I can do for a long time!" The Heiress pulled away, so I turned back to her. Oriona removed her jacket, laying it on a chair, and button after button she undid the shirt. Finally, she pulled it out of her pants and stood in front of me from the waist up, almost naked. Her boobs weren't that small. She proudly displayed them in a cherry-red bra.

"Will you show me your lower part too?" I asked lasciviously.

"Shut up and undress!" She screamed. Well, I forgot. She's a man.

I took off all my clothes, shedding the shreds.  Oriona looked at me greedily. I didn't feel shy, but I put the expression on. I think it made her horny. She pulled me in and sat me on her lap like a cute little daughter. Jeans tickled my pussy pleasantly, but I felt more pleasure when our lips began to taste each other. Oriona took off her bra, so our boobies also rubbed each other. But Oriona felt at a disadvantage compared to my tits, so she leaned me back and bent in the same direction. Her nipples were tickling me soon and I might even laugh if the tongue of my lover hadn't stopped me.

Oriona must have been thrilled to rule my mouth, so she moved on to another base. She spread her two fingers and thrust them into my cunt and my asshole. I lifted myself to give her more room to her hand, and she took advantage of it. She sank into me, causing me pleasure and pain at the same time. She went deeper and deeper into me, and I tried to reciprocate with my tongue. As for the surface of our bodies, my nipples stiffened me and her. We teased each other with them, and when we sometimes broke a kiss, one of us would run over the other's belly. It was an exclusive mini-massage, and my orgasm was building. Oriona wasn't as frantic as the men when she did it to me, and she wasn't as skilled as Sophia, but she didn't seem like a clumsy novice. She must have imagined it a thousand times when her fingers met her lonely cunt.

She scratched my head with the fingers she had stuck in my holes a moment ago. "Let's take a look at the Principal's office. Arnolph may be going through a lot right now, but we should reassure her that we have been able to free you. She and Mayson... They will probably have to change a lot."

We dressed enthusiastically and left the tent. We looked around, but no one watched us in the dead of night. I thought that the darkness would soon be replaced by the sun and the silence would remain unbroken until we reached the Tower. However, something came from the forest that I heard relatively recently. Shot. An unexpected combination followed. A woman's laughter and a man's grunting.

alright, so i've got this thing that's probably not the most ethical, but it's hot and it makes the patients happy. i like to flash them, tease them a bit, you know? make their hospital stay a little more interesting.

i wear these scrubs that are just a bit too low-cut (i can share a pic if you want), showing off my cleavage, and i make sure my nipples are hard, poking through the fabric. when i lean over to check their vitals or adjust their pillow, i make sure they get a good look. just a little flash of my tits, nothing too wild, but enough to make their day.

and sometimes, if i'm feeling really naughty, i'll wear these tight white pants that show off my ass and my thong. i'll bend over in front of them, making sure they get an eyeful. i can see the desire in their eyes, and it turns me on so much. i'll linger a bit, wiggle my ass, really put on a show.

sometimes, i'll even change my clothes in front of them. not like a full-on strip show, just casual, like it's no big deal. i'll bring in a change of scrubs and start undressing, making sure they see a bit of skin, a flash of my nipples or my thong. i can see them trying not to stare, but failing miserably. it's so fucking hot.

and if the patient is hot? well, i might touch them a little more than necessary. run my hands up their arm while i'm taking their blood pressure, let my fingers linger on their chest when i'm checking their heart rate. just enough to make them want more, you know?

there was this one guy, a few months back, he was so fucking sexy. every time i walked into his room, i could see him checking me out, his cock pitching a tent under the sheets. so, i made sure to give him a good show. i'd bend over a lot, change in front of him, touch him every chance i got.

one time, i was checking his vitals, and i "accidentally" dropped something, so i had to lean over his lap and brushed my tits against his dick and balls. he groaned, and i could see the precum staining his sheets. i leaned in, whispered in his ear, "oops, did i do that?" and winked at him. he grinned, and i could see the lust in his eyes.

another time, i was changing in front of him, and i made sure to "drop" my pants, bending over to pick them up, giving him a full view of my ass and my thong. i looked back at him, bit my lip, and said, "whoops, clumsy me." he was full-on stroking his cock under the sheets, and it was so fucking hot.

i mean, i know it's not the most professional behavior, but fuck it. it turns me on, and i think it helps the patients too. it gives them something to look forward to, a little excitement to take their mind off being stuck in the hospital. and who knows? maybe it really does help them heal faster.

Last night got wild, and i’m still replaying every second. it started as a casual party at our place, nothing serious, just a few drinks, laughs, and the usual crowd. but then he showed up. my roommate’s coworker, let’s call him t. tall, broad shoulders, and that cocky smile that makes your stomach flip in the worst, and best way.

we didn’t talk much at first, just exchanged a few looks across the room. but those looks? they weren’t innocent. i’d catch his eyes lingering on me, and the way his lips curled into a smirk every time? it drove me crazy.

when the party started winding down, people leaving in pairs or passed out in corners, t ended up alone in the kitchen while i cleaned up. i didn’t think anything of it when he leaned against the counter, watching me. “you throw one hell of a party,” he said, his voice low, teasing.

“glad someone enjoyed it,” i shot back, trying to keep it casual. but then he stepped closer. too close. his hand brushed mine as i grabbed a glass, and suddenly the tension was unbearable.

“you know,” he started, his voice softer now, “i’ve been waiting all night to get you alone.”

before i could even respond, his lips were on mine. soft at first, but then his hands were gripping my waist, pulling me against him, and the kiss deepened, messy and hungry. my heart raced as his hands slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing my bare skin.

“you’re driving me insane,” he muttered against my lips, his breath hot and his hands already tugging at my shorts. i didn’t stop him. hell, i didn’t want to.

he hoisted me up onto the counter, his mouth moving to my neck as i moaned softly, feeling his cock straining against his jeans between my legs. “you’ve been teasing me all night,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

it didn’t take long for him to slide my panties off, his fingers finding their way inside me, curling and stroking until i was gasping, gripping the counter for balance. “fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, pulling his jeans down just enough to free his cock.

he pushed inside me in one smooth motion, filling me completely, and i swear i saw stars. every thrust was deep, deliberate, and i couldn’t help the way my legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, deeper. “you feel so fucking good,” he rasped, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me.

when i came, it hit me hard, my body trembling as i cried out his name. he wasn’t far behind, his rhythm faltering before he groaned, filling me up with a final, deep thrust.

afterward, we stayed there for a moment, tangled together, catching our breath. “guess i should’ve helped with the cleanup earlier,” he joked, smirking as he adjusted his jeans.

i don’t know what’s gonna happen next, but all i can think about is how fast we can make it happen again.

It started with a casual invite. a "let's hang out" that sounded so innocent, but when i saw him standing at my door, his jaw tight and his eyes full of something darker, i knew tonight was going to be different.

he stepped inside, and the tension was instant, electric. every glance, every small touch as we sat on the couch sent heat straight between my legs. when his fingers brushed mine, i couldn’t stop myself. i leaned in, and our lips collided.

his kiss was demanding, hungry, like he’d been waiting for this forever. his hands gripped my hips, pulling me onto his lap as his hard cock pressed against me. “you’ve been teasing me for too long,” he growled, his voice low and rough.

i let out a soft moan as his lips found my neck, sucking and biting just enough to leave marks. his hands slid under my shirt, tugging it off in one swift move. he took a moment to admire me, his gaze roaming over my bare skin before he flipped me onto the couch.

he didn’t waste time. my shorts were gone in seconds, his fingers teasing my soaking pussy. “you’re already dripping for me,” he whispered, slipping two fingers inside me. i gasped, arching into his touch as he fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes.

when he finally slid his cock into me, it was like my whole body lit up. he was thick, filling me completely, and every thrust had me crying out, clawing at his back. “you take me so well,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear.

i could feel myself spiraling, every nerve in my body on fire as he pounded into me, his grip on my hips tight enough to bruise. “don’t stop,” i begged, my nails digging into his skin. “please, don’t stop.”

he reached down, his fingers finding my clit, and it sent me over the edge. my orgasm hit me like a wave, leaving me shaking and gasping as he groaned, spilling deep inside me.

afterward, we just laid there, tangled up in each other, our bodies still buzzing from everything we’d just done. he kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine, and whispered, “this is just the beginning.”

and god, i hope he’s right.

Lucas, a man of control, is drawn to Emma's studio, his nerves exposed. She, a vision of desire, offers a journey into his hidden fantasies. As he surrenders, Emma's touch ignites a thrilling exploration of submission, leaving him craving more.

Lucas stood in the dimly lit hallway, his heart pounding against his rib cage, a stark contrast to the controlled and composed demeanor he usually wore. The message from Emma had intrigued and terrified him in equal measure. He had always been the one calling the shots, his life meticulously planned and executed, but now he was abouting to surrender control, and the thought both excited and terrified him.

He checked the address again, ensuring he wasn't mistaken, and then, with a deep breath, he knocked on the door of the studio. The sound echoed in the quiet corridor, and he immediately regretted the action, wishing he could take it back. But it was too late.

The door swung open, revealing a woman who embodied raw, untamed desire. Emma stood before him, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her piercing emerald eyes. She wore a black silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she took in his nervous stance.

"You're late," she purred, her voice like warm honey, dripping with sensuality. "I thought you might not come."

Lucas swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I-I'm sorry. I... couldn't resist."

Emma's smile widened, and she stepped aside, inviting him in. "I'm glad you didn't. Come, let's not waste any more time."

The studio was a spacious loft, its high ceilings and exposed brick walls creating an industrial yet intimate atmosphere. Soft lighting cast shadows in the corners, hinting at secrets waiting to be unveiled. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, stirring primal desires within Lucas.

As he stepped inside, Emma closed the door, the sound echoing in the quiet space. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "You've been curious about this world, haven't you, Lucas?"

He nodded, unable to find his voice. His heart raced as he realized this was no ordinary encounter. This was a journey into the depths of his desires, a world he had only dared to explore in his wildest fantasies.

"I know what you crave, Lucas," Emma whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she moved closer. "You want to let go, to surrender control. You've spent your life dominating, but now you yearn to be dominated."

Lucas shivered at her words, his body responding to her every move. "Y-Yes," he stammered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to give up control. I want to be yours."

Emma's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "Good. Then we shall begin." She took his hand and led him towards a large, plush sofa. "First, we must establish the rules of our engagement. This is a safe space, Lucas. You can trust me with your deepest desires, and I will guide you through them."

Lucas felt a surge of relief at her words. He had never trusted anyone with his secret longing, and the idea of sharing it with Emma, of being guided by her, was exhilarating.

"I want you to undress," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. "Take off your clothes and fold them neatly. We will leave your inhibitions with your suit."

Lucas's fingers trembled as he began to unbutton his shirt, his movements clumsy with anticipation. He removed his clothing piece by piece, folding each item with care, despite his shaking hands. Soon, he stood naked before Emma, his body exposed and vulnerable.

Emma's gaze traveled the length of his body, taking in every inch of his muscular frame. She smiled, clearly pleased with what she saw. "You're beautiful, Lucas. And you will be mine to do with as I please."

Lucas felt a rush of heat between his legs as her words sank in. He was at her mercy, and the thought sent a thrill coursing through his veins.

Emma retrieved a blindfold from a nearby table and held it up for him to see. "This will help you surrender. You will rely on your other senses, and you will learn to trust me."

Lucas nodded, eager to experience this new level of submission. He allowed Emma to guide him to a chair and gently placed the blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. The silk was soft against his skin, and he felt a wave of anticipation as he realized he was now completely at her mercy.

"I want you to relax, Lucas," Emma whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "Take deep breaths and focus on your body. Feel the air on your skin, the sensations I will soon evoke."

Lucas obeyed, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he tried to calm his racing heart. He felt Emma's hands on his shoulders, her touch light and soothing. She began to massage his tense muscles, her fingers working their way down his back, eliciting a soft moan from his lips.

"That's it, let go," she murmured, her voice a soothing melody. "Feel my touch, let it consume you."

As Emma's hands glided over his body, Lucas felt his worries melt away. He was acutely aware of every sensation—the soft caress of her fingers, the warmth of her breath, the gentle scratch of the silk blindfold. His cock began to stir, hardening with each stroke of her hands.

"You're responding well, Lucas," Emma whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Your body betrays your desire. I can feel your need, your longing to be taken."

Lucas's breath quickened as she spoke. He was desperate to feel her touch on his aching cock, to be penetrated by her, to surrender completely.

Emma's hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against his inner thighs, teasingly close to his throbbing shaft. "I'm going to make you beg, Lucas. I'm going to push you to the edge until you're pleading for release."

Lucas whimpered, his body arching towards her touch. "Please, Emma... I need..."

"Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "First, I want to taste you. I want to feel your desire on my tongue."

Lucas felt her hands on his hips, guiding him forward. He stumbled slightly, his blindfolded state making him unsure of his movements. Emma gently pushed him down onto the sofa, positioning him on his back.

She straddled his thighs, her wet heat pressing against his cock, but not granting him the penetration he craved. Instead, she leaned forward, her lips finding his, and kissed him deeply. Her tongue danced with his, exploring his mouth with a hunger that mirrored his own.

As they kissed, Emma's hands roamed over his chest, her nails scratching lightly against his sensitive nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. She broke the kiss, leaving him breathless, and began to trail kisses down his neck, her tongue leaving a wet trail on his skin.

"You taste delicious, Lucas," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "But I want more."

Lucas felt her hands on his cock, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his hips thrusting upwards, seeking more of her touch. Emma's strokes became firmer, more insistent, as she pumped his shaft, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head.

"Please, Emma," he begged, his voice raw with need. "I can't take much more."

"Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin as she leaned down to lick the tip of his cock. "I want to feel you explode in my mouth."

Lucas's body tensed as he felt her warm, wet mouth engulf the head of his cock. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive glans, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Her mouth moved in a slow, rhythmic motion, taking him deeper with each stroke.

"Oh God, Emma," he groaned, his hands clenching the sofa cushions as he struggled to maintain control. "I'm close..."

Emma's mouth tightened around his shaft, her tongue working in perfect harmony, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. Lucas's hips bucked uncontrollably as he felt the familiar coil of pleasure in his balls.

"Cum for me, Lucas," Emma whispered, her voice a command he couldn't deny. "Let go and fill my mouth with your essence."

Lucas's body convulsed as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. He cried out, his voice muffled by the blindfold, as his cock erupted, shooting hot jets of cum into Emma's eager mouth. She swallowed eagerly, milking his shaft with her lips and tongue, draining him of every last drop.

As his orgasm subsided, Lucas lay panting, his body trembling from the intensity of the release. Emma's hands stroked his chest gently, soothing him back to reality.

"That was just the beginning, Lucas," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "There's so much more for you to experience. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment of surrender."

Lucas smiled, his heart still racing. He had taken the first step into a world of forbidden pleasures, and he couldn't wait to see what Emma had in store for him next.

As the blindfold was removed, Lucas found himself staring into Emma's eyes, a mixture of desire and satisfaction reflecting back at him. He knew in that moment that his life was about to change, and he was ready to embrace the unknown, to explore the depths of his submission.

The Internet is down, again. Call the company out, I'll be working at the offce again. Dan has to go into the office to work when the Internet goes out. He kisses Tina goodbye, and heads out the next morning. A couple of hours later Joe comes to the door from the internet company, to work on the issue. He's middie aged, but works hard with a clearly toned body.

He starts outside, and it's hot out. While outside working on the pole, he can see into the kitchen, where Tina is making lemonade. She's got a great body, and her top reveals the most beautiful tits Joe has ever seen. His dick starts tingling, but he shakes it off and goes back to work, stealing glances and taking his time up on the ladder.

Joe now has to go in to check the problem, and knocks on the door. Tina answers, and he again steals a glance, and his member throbs to life. He explains that he has to work on the internet cable in the house. She says it's under the TV stand in the living room. He has to lay on his back, and slides under the cabinet.

He hears Tina rustling in the living room, and again he starts thinking about her breasts, and this time he gets hard as a rock. The rustling stops, and he hears footsteps come closer. Need a hand, Tina asks, resting her hand on his clothed, hard, throbbing cock. He says nothing, but he doesn't have to. She unzips his jeans, pulls out his large cut cock, and begins sucking, the tip, and rubbing the shaft, and finally taking it all in her mouth and throat.

A car pulls up, Tina knows Dan is home for lunch. She keeps on sucking while Dan comes in. He gasps, but he was horny already and planned on a quickie already. As he approaches, he takes off his pants, Tina stops and undresses fully, and Joe comes out from under the TV stand.

Tina takes them both, until Dan comes, and Joe and Tina do too, hard, together. They have some lemonade, the internet gets fixed, and Joe comes to dinner that weekend and brings his wife.

So I was out with one of my senior who was a recent friend he asked me out for which I agreed we decided to drink since we both were used to drink so we booked a room got drinks and we got drunk around afternoon the thing is if I feel too tipsy I usually sleep that's why we actually got a room I actually slept and later the guy joined we both were sleeping casually thn drunk me had this urge to sleep on his chest which I did without hesitation and he was quite just after few minutes I sensed his hand understand my shirt touching my hips which I was completely okay with and then I turned and just slept beside him he spooned me and for the cold weather it was too warm so didn't worry much and I shared everything about me to him also he did but the thing is I remember everything we spoke and he doesn't i remember us kissing and hugging and him tempting me too since nothing sexual happened I am very much okay and happy with the experience I had and I trusted a guy for the first time where I felt he didn't keep my trust but also kept my trust since he didn't force himself on me So now the question is should I meet him again?¿ And are we just friends ¿?and should I consider my thought to tempt him the next time we meet ???

It was Monday and Lizzi was looking through the halls to go to the gymnasium. It was the 2nd day of classes to another semester but also of her fresh, new job of being a PE Teacher. With her bright red shorts and her black sports' bra showing her firm and generous tits, she was a real dream to anyone that lays their eyes upon her.

She was very petite with an hour-glass shaped body, still perfectly fitting her job with that set. Lizzi was 43 years old, no kids, and preferred to get laid with guys 8-10 years younger. Being just 4'8 and weighing around 155-156 lbs, she was very toned, muscular and had a lot of power, thanks to her loving job. Lizzi had D-cups, very healthy, meaty ones. Her stomach was still flat with abs, her ass and thighs were fat in proportion and gave the impression her legs were slightly thicker because of it and had no belly pudge whatsoever. Her hair was a long, bright, healthy blonde and her eyes were gray and pretty, adding to her beauty.

She didn't have a boyfriend in a couple of months, so her thirst of having sex was growing inside of her. Lizzi liked dominating the men in bed and treat them like sluts while they worshiped her amazingly sexy body. "Damn, this class seems to have only dudes," she said to herself as her gray eyes examined the physiques of the males, knowing she would eventually seduce one.

There was this particular one that caught her attention. Tall and muscular with a cute face, he was quite shy, maybe a virgin, but that was just an additional reason why he was her favorite candidate in class, for her naughty fantasies of climbing a giant. His name was Mike, he was 21 years old, the tallest of the class and the most athletic one. Mike stood at 6 feet and 8 inches and weighed almost 300 pounds and he was definitely her choice.

This guy was something to behold and that got Lizzi a lot fired up for what was to come. She always wondered how would she manage to climb all the way up, using her small, petite body and strength. The young man's body was beyond description. The size and height were one thing but that package? Man! That was the cherry on top. His crotch seemed like a tent on those joggers that just yelled that this man would have a huge tool. His hair was black and very short, well trimmed and his beard matched. The eyes were hazel and shimmered on the light and his smile was that of a boyish gentleman's.

He was shy and easily embarrassed, always blushing and couldn't keep his eyes at her face for long. Mike's arms were really buff and his chest, abs, and whole upper-torso was in amazing shape too. He looked very innocent but a good piece of meat nonetheless, and she needed the fuck and his meat the most. Mike had the potential of becoming the most alpha male in campus in a short period of time with all that he possessed but at that moment, he looked too shy and cute with his giant frame and his timid presence. And that added a few inches, literally, to the horniness and neediness of the middle aged PE teacher. And what to say about his magnificent skin. Toned, sun-kissed, a golden shade. This young guy was a walking-talking Adonis.

The way his uniform hugged his whole being just made Lizzi crave to have those thighs and butt cheeks bare, feeling their flesh and power with her palms. He was wearing blue shorts that went just a little past his knees, a bit big, baggy. He had a plain, sleeveless yellow shirt with the emblem of the university,, and some running shoes, like the rest of the guys in there, plus socks. She couldn't stop staring, which caused the tallest student in the entire university to look back and blush again.

Lizzy really wanted to jump on Mike, ravage him and be the dominant one, making him put that huge tool to work, to a woman like her and teach him a thing or two, things she knew were surely going to feel very good. Her ass felt in need of being hammered and her pussy was definitely craving for a good, strong pounding. She wondered what exercise she would try with this bunch first to seduce and also see her Mike's muscles in action.

They did sit-ups, push-up, jumping jacks and then ran five laps on the tracks outside the Gym. The shorts he was wearing were hugging his perfect body, and his behind was definitely a good sight too. His ass looked perfect, muscled, round and firm, so appetizing to eat and nibble too. She wished she could squeeze and grab his behind while eating it but, the sight wasn't complete with his front either, which seemed very interesting. Luckily the class was about to end, so she would be able to ask him to come over to her office, to work privately, like the perfect teacher she was, "Gentlemen. You all did amazingly good today. We're gonna continue tomorrow, and you can use the lockers here to store and leave your belongings. The ones at the end of the gym, gentlemen." She smiled and eyed her big Mike with a lustful gaze while looking at the boys, "Don't forget that some students also rent those spaces, and respect the ones sharing with you the rooms." She stopped, grinned and added. "You're all dismissed, and now, as for Mike. I'd like a private conference with you, young man, if possible." She put a nice tone on the way she spoke, saying a kind of request instead of giving the usual teacher-command type of order.

Mike blushed when he was mentioned and slowly made his way, towards the middle-aged teacher who smiled politely at him. Mike just stared at Lizzi's eyes and noticed the beauty behind the grayness of them. He was nervous and didn't know what was expected from him. Lizzi's office had the big glass windows like the rest of the rooms. There was a desk, a chair for the guest and another chair, a bookshelf and some boxes, probably filled with equipment. She closed and locked the door, still with her back at him. "Do you have any questions, sweetheart?" She asked, not knowing what kind of approach was to take. She started moving toward Mike and her ass was bouncing as she did so. "Take a seat and please don't hesitate. After all, I'm just a PE teacher to you." Lizzi just touched his chest and tried not to show her pleasure or excitement for now. Mike was paralyzed, "M-Miss. W-Well, uh...I don't have any questions, it was you who wanted to have me here."

Liz felt an uncontrollable arousal and approached her young pupil as he just gulped and got flushed while he stuttered a few words, his expression of shyness being adorable and hot to her. Lizzi asked him to sit on the chair in front of her desk, and after doing that, approached him, very slowly, her eyes glinting. "You are right, young man, indeed. It was me who called you here, for a talk." she stated and sat on the desk in front of his eyes. She openned her legs in a provoking, daring way and did something she really wanted, felt her panties a bit. "Let me ask you the real reason of why I brought you here." As she talked, her shorts rose a little and exposed her pink thong that was barely hiding her dripping cunt. "Do you like what you see?" Lizzi whispered softly, now getting extremely horny, wanting him to rip and devour her and do whatever he desires with her.

His eyes widened as his mouth opened while Lizzi spoke and spread her legs wide enough. That small gap was making his already hard dick pulsate. "I do, but we're gonna get in trouble." Mike whispered back in a shy voice. His cheeks blushed. "Besides, I don't know where to start."

"Don't worry," she whispered with her seductive voice, "what I like the most about you is your lack of knowledge. This means that I can do whatever I desire. I won't be gentle and will treat you like a sex object, something you've always desired but never dared to admit or speak about." Lizzi got off from the desk and came really close to his ear and whispered, "No one will find out anyway. We'll play very much dirty, and believe me... I really wanna see what you're capable of. Will you obey your beautiful teacher and don't ruin the fun? My fingers can bring you intense satisfaction."

With her fingers on his head, combing his soft, jet-black hair, massaging the scalp, he whispered, "O-Ok..." His erection was popping from the left-side pocket of his blue shorts, giving him away. The wet spot forming around the tip was embarrassing to say the least, he felt the blood coming down his shaft, a painful and pleasant feeling. He couldn't escape her touch, nor he wanted too. "F-fuck." Mike said, his face a bright shade of red, his cock throbbing in the pocket.

"Now, sit next to me on my desk and take off your clothes, except your underwear. Show me that sexy, naked body." She ordered and he moved closer, following Lizzi's words, throwing the jersey, shoes, socks and shorts aside. All Mike was wearing was a pair of black briefs that were sporting a sizable bulge in the form of a foot and half boner.

It was hot outside but the air-conditioning of the Gym helped him not perspiring too much. Sweat covered only the inner-side and back of his knees, armpits and lower back. Those sweat-drop spots glistened on his flawless skin, highlighting more his divine and hot physique.

She was drooling at that huge bulge. The tent Mike's cock was pitching on that material of the underwear and the heat emanating from them turned the middle-aged PE teacher on. She got up from the desk and then faced her young student. She asked him, in an erotic-like way, and a big, sexy grin plastered on her lips, her eyes showing her undying desire to claim and make her toy and his big manhood her own, "I will do things to you that you could only have dreamed, things only women like me know how and are willing to do. Do you wanna become my boy toy and have a hot, good fuck with me, to experience an entirely new, superior way of fucking?"

"B-But I... Miss...what are you...?" his speech trailed off, his face all flushed. Mike was incredibly sexy like that. His underwear bulging, that huge tool demanding a release from the cloth-prison was a nice sight, a veritable feast for the eyes, and also, a delicious and irresistible dessert in the form of that masculine cock. "Yes, I'm willing..." He didn't knew what his teacher had in mind and only obeyed her.

"Good choice," she whispered and took of his underwear in one smooth motion. She gasped and her eyes were getting wide with admiration and want. That shaft was the greatest surprise. Lizzi's single life gave her the opportunity to compare a lot of sizes and even though all of the dicks were manly, thick, nice and different, this one was a monster. Lizzy's gray eyes shined brighter, full of naughtiness, glee and happiness, seeing the true and raw sight of his pride and joy and his muscles at the same time. A perfectly natural dick with the size that went well beyond average, 11 inches in length, thick and pulsating, waiting to be used like the rightfully deserving meat-stick it is. His cock had a fair amount of hair below it, which matched his dark beard. There were two big balls swinging and hanging low. They were smooth and so were the pubes and testicles. "Now, this... This is truly a big, hot piece of man-meat, and let me tell you a little secret... I love meat." She smiled at him and eyed him like prey. She then took the head into her mouth, filling her cheeks up, sucking on the tip, running the tip of the tongue into the little opening in the end of the meaty part of the head. He moaned and jerked, thrusting upwards a bit. She knew this boy was a virgin and was curious if that monster would fuck like an alpha male.

As her mouth was stuffed, her tongue pressed the glands, licking all of his juicy, large mushroom-head in circular motions and doing the same with his leaking, little hole while her lips were tightly sealed around the rim, savoring the juices spilling. She bobbed her head up and down on his raging erection as her gray, lustful eyes stared at his hazel eyes, enjoying the view.

He had a feminine facial expression but his whole upper-body was chiseled as marble, covered in sweat, every little vein-detail outlined on the flesh and muscles. His big dick was standing proudly, tall, and erected with her lips and hand. Lizzi was just enjoying the amazing cock, the enormous meat that could really destroy a hole with ease, making the woman drool all over his prick and suck eagerly, using both hands and a lot of her drool as she used her palm to cover the 11 inches long tool in her hand, her palms sliding up and down that veiny, stiff and thick shaft.

Lizzi was eager, very hungry and horny. With her free-hand, Lizzi cupped Mike's tight scrotum with one hand, while her other one squeezed and milked his fat shaft and slid his foreskin back. The sensation caused her lover to shake a little and groan. Lizzi saw that precum oozing from the tip again and knew she needed a better tasting of that wonderful meat.

Mike was throbbing. He was getting his first, genuine blowjob ever. He couldn't believe how it was possible to have such wonderful feeling. Being inside Lizzi's mouth made the cock and balls go crazy. It seemed that he was in heaven, letting his teacher give him head. Her sucking on his shaft was so amazing. Her saliva covered it all. The movements were slow, but that mouth was strong and did great and powerful suctions that the head was fully covered and deep-throated and sucked really fast and deep. Her throat and gag reflex's gurgled with delight and made Mike shiver a bit. And so her tongue-lapping went wilder and wilder. Lizzi was basically making her student shake his body and head and lose it. The sensations he was experiencing were in a completely unknown-for-Mike zone of pleasure, as her hands joined. She loved teasing the big, soft balls of his. She continued using her strength to swallow and gag on the entire, long cock. She licked along the cock-veins as she teased him, as his meat got extra rigid, veiny and thick. His throbbing was as intense and the look in her gray eyes said that this is just the beginning.

"Damn," Mike groaned as Lizzi gave an occasional lick down the length of his throbbing shaft, feeling its vibrations while she held the cock in her hand. Lizzi had much more in store for him, and she was smiling in a provocating manner, showing him her lust and hunger for his cock, when she ordered him, her eyes narrow and glowing with glee. "Lay down sideways on my desk, I want to taste your ass, honey."

Mike was shocked. He blushed a bit and asked, confused, "M-my a-ass? Why?" Lizzy replied, staring deep into his eyes, "Don't worry, young man, just relax and enjoy. You're gonna like what I have in mind." She knew she was walking on shaky ground, but hoped for the best. The young guy complied, laying himself and bending his long, toned body, his stiff cock sticking out, laying almost flat.

She took a small moment and looked at how magnificent Mike's huge ass was, beautiful and taut and muscular, the lower back-area was so tanned and wonderful, and the two magnificent glutes, flaring nicely. Lizzi grinned, glad of the view as she decided to eat it, "Wow, this is the most beautiful and incredible sight I've ever seen. Your firm and bubbly ass is all mine and it's looking amazing right now!" and then Lizzy attacked it, spreading his legs wide with her arms while her fingers kept the massive orbs of muscle spread. She watched the muscular, massive butt-crack and it was the first time her hands grabbed her boy-toy's behind. His booty was perfectly muscular, large, hard, firm. Mike's asshole was tiny and puckered, a small pink-ish hole. The little anal-button and surrounding skin was clean, barely-waxed with the two huge orbs, very pronounced and thick with meat and separated. Mike had a veritable treasure down there.

"Your butthole seems tight...this means I'll have to take it slowly, until you can get used and make my work easier." She said, while her hands were spanking his cheeks, taking the malleability, hardness and weight with her fingers. "Please, be gentle... Miss. It's...my first time." He gasped and blushed as she said, grinning, and giving Mike a loving kiss, "I can't believe that someone with your big dick is a virgin, my big handsome guy." Lizzi smiled, her ass-loving grin turned lustful, dominant.

With one swift motion, Lizzi dropped her face down to the meaty valley between Mike's muscular and toned cheeks and began probing it with her wet, sexy tongue. Her fingers moved along to his tight puckered, now moisturized, hole, massaging the perineum and rim with the saliva and playing and teasing her boy-toy to gain a reaction. After that she separated his buttocks a bit, revealing more his adorable, untouched anus and started exploring, lapping her wet, hot, strong tongue everywhere, poking the entrance and her lover's pleasure button. Mike touched his erect cock a little and stroked, feeling an electric sensation from that hole her tongue and fingers were focusing on. "Oh... Yes, Miss. I'm not gay... It's just that, uhn... This feels really, uh, damn nice." He was so shy and cute it was ridiculous to say the least.

Her eyes flashed a feline look, "Let me show you what pleasures awaits you if you submit and obey your teacher." Her tongue began prodding the wetted asshole a little bit harder, and Lizzi added a little pressure. Licking Mike's perfect asshole was an absolute delight for her as the beautiful cock throbbed. "Do not masturbate, darling. I will show you how I can do the job to get you in paradise," Lizzi chuckled and gently began moving her hand on his scrotum, tenderly caressing his balls. She used her free hand and rubbed his crack while using her saliva to wet her digits a bit. While still stroking Mike's nuts, her now lubricated and wet-coated index finger finally gained a bit entrance and penetrated the hole, deeper and deeper. While licking his large, toned and muscular buttocks, Lizzi pushed and breached the little anus. She loved her young guy's expressions and his ass was just amazing in every way.

Mike's first experience with anal penetration was strange and also incredibly hot. He felt a sharp pain on his bum. Lizzi's digit had this wicked twist and went in an upwards motion. Her finger was hitting his sensitive nerves and causing Mike's mind to be full of lust, all-numbing and extremely pleasurable. He could feel that digit wriggling and penetrating deeper and deeper and making his loins and rear, shake with delight. Mike couldn't help but let a moan escape from his plump lips and his hole started to get a bit looser, adjusting itself to the girth and size of Lizzi's finger, letting her dig it all the way in. He wanted to touch his big dick badly and stroke himself but Lizzi slapped his hand off.

"No, dear. You're mine. Don't touch your cock. I'm going to make you cum untouched, by using your prostate. I'm going to fuck your virgin ass like you were a common whore, and you'll be feeling sensations you could not have even imagined, I'm going to treat and fill up your booty-hole until you become undone under the intense ecstasy and come-down, in the sweetest way." And after that, she added a second and then third finger inside him, twisting it deep, hitting that spot deep inside. Her fingers curled up and gently moved in and out, caressing and tapping his prostate, stretching that virgin hole.

Mike was shaking, the pleasure and sensations coming from his sensitive glands were mind-blowing, making his thighs and big butt quiver and his heart pound even faster, as he felt a surge of pleasure pulsate throughout his whole frame. His massive cock was getting rigid and leaking precum out of the slit of his mushroom-shaped head and swinging about. "I want to be fucked like this forever. God, my ass, Miss..." The young guy almost yelled at Lizzi as the student felt a kind of physical, emotional and mental transcending, from his crotch through his spine. That feeling was unknown for him, his big and muscular body was shaking violently with his prostate getting massaged, invaded by that finger torture. The gasping made Mike blush deeply, and his hips couldn't stand still. That sweet torture of the teacher's wet, warm fingers was sending him into another level of intense joy.

"God. Your fingers and the way they're wriggling and finding that place. This... H-Holy..." and Mike couldn't form any more words and only grunted loudly and trembled. The head of his big, long and erect cock started to pulsate a bit. Drops of his musky, sweaty and sticky fluids were now constantly dripping out of his member. The tip looked angry, red, leaking the pre-cum. And the legs had some juices on the inner side and also some below his massive scrotum and were starting to feel a bit sticky too. The liquid oozed out and the pressure that Mike was enduring was something he couldn't process, the young man's balls and massive shaft were full of blood, aching with lustful hunger, their big orbs filled and throbbing with juices to come out. "Ah. FUCK! Ma'am. What are you doing to my body!? My... God. This is a lot. UHN!" the young guy's words couldn't be anything else and his trembling legs were driving Lizzi wild and horny, it was a never-seen experience before.

"Are you about to shoot now?" She grinned at him and took his throbbing rod. Her three digits were still stuck, twisted and curled into the twitching and clenching butthole. She felt those muscles convulsing around her digits, caressing them.

"Yes, YES!" He moaned and bit his lips as he thrusted into her hand while Lizzi just gave it a squeeze as it swelled and came like a fountain, shooting all the way on the desk, splattering, painting it and some white-cloud-like droplets. "YEAHH, UUUNG..." His head was thrown back and he had closed eyes. Some spurts still managed to shoot while Lizzi had one hand on his nut-sack and another rubbing the still ejaculating cock.

Her fingers slipped out of him while her hands moved and touched his back, now soft with the pleasure that followed the massive orgasm. His teacher began caressing him, her fingers exploring his toned physique, his seed was all over, and his cock no longer hard. "We aren't finished yet, baby boy. Did you like it?" She smiled, leaving little kisses and trailing some down his abdomen. "Ah, God. Yes, Miss. What was that!?" The young guy asked and said, breathing hard. Her sweet lips were moving along his well-formed muscles, all covered in perspiration. The hands touched his side, tenderly, lovingly. "You'll need to calm down a little before the main event. There's no point in rushing," said Lizzi, holding Mike in her strong arms, "it was just a prelude of a good fucking. Now that the preparations and steps towards the next act are completed, the show will begin, my love," she laughed a little, being seductive and her hand made his pecs move with her caress, squeezing the flesh and massaging them while Mike tried to gain his composure, his heartbeat beginning to return to its normal rate, "I'm your boy-toy, M'Lady. Use me as you desire. I'll give you my virginity, after what happened I've no complaints whatsoever," he chuckled, a little bit nervous but more self-confident, not shy at all.

Her lover was gorgeous, wonderful, fantastic. How can he be such a sweet person, humble and honest with a body so fit and sculptured, tanned, large, and masculine. "Thank you, my boy. I will do everything I want. You will enjoy every single thing and give me that sweet ass for the night." With a mischievous and happy, giddy smirk, her hands went on his back, trying to calm him, her mouth descending and placing tender pecks along his shoulders and arms. With the look of the satisfied lover on the beautiful face, Lizzi started to kiss him on the lips, so full and swollen. He closed his eyes and gave in, kissing his teacher right there and enjoying the moment with his impressive body still on that desk, both of their tastes intermingling and mixing.

To be continued...

I, Sasha, 23 years old, was lounging around the house, enjoying the rare opportunity to have the place to myself. My dad was away on a business trip, and I was looking forward to a few days of relaxation.  That was when I heard the doorbell ring  I found myself face-to-face with Mr. Thompson, my dad's college buddy, his tall frame filling the doorway.

As I told him about dads not here though, he's on business trip. Ah, that explains it, he chuckled, stepping inside. We had plans to catch up, but I can see why he'd forget his own birthday with someone like you at home. Mr. Thompson's eyes roamed over me, and I felt exposed, even fully clothed.

We made a small talk, I was getting comfortable with every conversation ans my submissive side was awakening, a desire to please older man who had known me since childhood.

I asked him for a drink, he said a glass of scotch, our fingers touched and I got a spark. He said you are making me feel things you shouldn't he confessed. I replied I want to feel them too.

Mr. Thompson sat his glass down approached towards me and kissed my lips, I whispered in his ears would you fuck me daddyy? I want you to cumm all in me.

In response, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve. Such a naughty girl, saying such filthy things," he murmured against my neck and start kisising me all around.

We stumbled to my bedroom,  He pushed me onto the bed, his eyes dark with lust. Undress for me, baby girl, he commanded, stepping back to watch.

I was fully naked now you're perfect, he said, he joined me on the bed, his hands were all over my body and give a tease to my wet pussy. His every touch was making my pussy more wet, Please, Daddy, I need you inside me, I begged, taking my hips towards him.

He positioned himself between my legs, the tip of his cock teasing my pussy. You want this, baby? You want your daddy's friend to fuck you? Yes, god yes, please," I panted, my pussy aching for his dick.

With one powerful stroke, he was inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, the feeling was overwhelming a. In no time he started to stroke more harder and faster.

You feel so fucking good, he grunted, his pace increasing. I'm going to cum so deep inside you, Sasha. Yes, Daddy fill me up I want to feel your cum inside me I moaned

 My orgasm crashed over me, Mr. Thompson followed soon after into my pussy saying fucckk Sasha and right after he collapsed beside me on bed.

 I never expected the night to end like this, but there was no denying the connection we had just shared. It was raw, intense, and undeniably real.

Last night was intense. my roommate's friend, let’s call him J, came over to hang out, and i swear i wasn’t planning for anything to happen. but the second he walked in, the way he looked at me, i felt my whole body react.

we all started chatting, drinking a little, and honestly, the tension was insane. every time J spoke, his deep voice sent shivers down my spine. when my roommate left to grab something, it was just me and him. he leaned in closer, his eyes locked on mine, and whispered, “you know i’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” before i could answer, his lips were on mine.

it wasn’t soft or slow, it was desperate, like we’d both been holding back for way too long. his hands gripped my waist, pulling me onto his lap as his tongue explored my mouth. i could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his jeans, and i couldn’t stop grinding on him, moaning softly into his ear.

“you’re already so wet for me,” he growled, sliding his hand under my shorts. his fingers found my clit, circling it slowly before pushing inside me, making me gasp.

it didn’t take long before we were on the couch, my legs wrapped around him as he slid his thick cock inside me. “you feel fucking incredible,” he muttered, his breath hot against my neck. every thrust was deeper, harder, and i could feel my body giving in completely to him.

when i came, it was so intense i couldn’t even control the moans spilling from my lips. he followed soon after, filling me up as he groaned my name.

after, we laid there, sweaty and tangled, trying to catch our breath. i know it shouldn’t have happened, but now i can’t stop thinking about him, and when we’ll do it again.

So this is still making my head spin. i was hanging out at my friend’s house yesterday, and her older brother (let’s call him J) was around. he’s got this stupidly hot, cocky vibe that i’ve always pretended to ignore, but last night? it was impossible.

she ran out to grab something, leaving me alone with J in the living room. he plopped down next to me, way too close, and started teasing me like always. but this time, his hand brushed my thigh, and i swear i forgot how to breathe.

“you’ve been wanting me, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice low and so fucking smug.

i should’ve denied it, should’ve laughed it off, but instead, i leaned in and kissed him. the second our lips met, everything else disappeared. his hands were all over me, sliding under my shirt, pulling me closer like he’d been dying for this too.

before i knew it, i was straddling him, his cock hard against me through his jeans. his fingers slipped under my panties, teasing my clit until i was grinding against his hand, already dripping for him.

“you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, and fuck, i’ve never been that turned on in my life.

he lifted me up, carrying me to his room like i weighed nothing, and laid me down on his bed. he was on me in seconds, pulling off my clothes, kissing every inch of me until i was trembling.

when he finally slid into me, i swear i saw stars. he was so thick, filling me completely, and the way he moved? slow at first, like he wanted to savor it, then faster, harder, making me cry out with every thrust.

“you’re mine tonight,” he growled, gripping my hips as he fucked me deeper, hitting spots i didn’t even know existed.

i came so hard i thought i might pass out, and he followed right after, filling me up until i felt like i couldn’t take any more.

we barely said a word after, just laid there, catching our breath. but now? i can’t stop replaying it in my head, wondering when it’ll happen again. because god, i need more.

Okay, so this just happened and i’m still shaking a little. me and my bestie hit the mall for some retail therapy. she brought her boyfriend along (he’s so hot, omg), and we were just messing around, trying on outfits and planning for an upcoming party.

she found this super sexy dress and went to try it on, pulling me along to “judge” her look. her bf stayed outside, probably bored scrolling on his phone. after a bit, she popped her head out of the curtain and whispered, “go grab him.” i didn’t think much of it, so i did.

as soon as i pulled him into the fitting room, she gave me this devilish smile, dropped to her knees, and started unzipping his jeans. my jaw hit the floor. i was like, is this really happening*?!* but her confidence was crazy, and it wasn’t long before i couldn’t take my eyes off her.

then she turned to me and said, “your turn.” i froze for a second, but fuck, the way she looked at me and how rock hard he was… i couldn’t resist. i got on my knees, and as soon as i wrapped my lips around him, she started fingering herself, moaning softly while watching me.

his cock was so hard and thick, and i could feel him throbbing as i worked my tongue over him. she whispered, “make him cum, babe,” and that was all it took.

he grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting into my mouth, deep and desperate. i loved it, the feeling of his cock and the sounds of her moans. when he came, it was hot and thick, filling my mouth as i swallowed every drop.

we laughed after, quickly getting dressed and sneaking out before anyone noticed. honestly? best shopping trip ever.

It wasn’t supposed to happen… but i’m so glad it did. i’ve been flirting with this guy for weeks, and the tension was driving me insane. we’ve had all these late-night texts, those little “accidental” touches, and finally, he asked if he could come over.

he showed up looking so damn good, t-shirt that hugged his chest, jeans low enough to tease me, and that stupid grin that makes my stomach flip. i was in my short shorts and a tank, no bra, obviously. i wasn’t exactly trying to hide what i wanted.

we sat on my bed, pretending to watch netflix, but my focus was all on him. his arm brushed mine, and when i looked up, his eyes were already on me. “you’re gonna make me lose my mind,” he said, voice low.

“then stop holding back,” i whispered.

and he didn’t. his lips crashed into mine, his hands in my hair as he pulled me closer. i straddled him, feeling his hardness pressing against me, and it was like every nerve in my body was on fire. his hands slid up under my tank, pulling it off in one quick motion. “you’re perfect,” he groaned, his lips finding my nipples as i moaned softly.

things escalated fast. he flipped me onto my back, tugging my shorts and panties off in one smooth move. “i’ve been dying to taste you,” he said before his tongue found my clit, and holy fuck. he had me trembling, my fingers gripping his hair as he made me cum harder than i ever have.

but he wasn’t done. he slid up, his cock teasing my entrance as he whispered, “tell me how much you want it.”

“i need you,” i begged, and he thrust into me, filling me completely. the way he moved, slow at first, then deeper, harder, had me clawing at his back, begging him not to stop. every thrust had me seeing stars, and when we came together, it was like the world disappeared.

after, we laid there, sweaty, tangled, and completely spent. he kissed my forehead and whispered, “round two in five minutes?” and honestly, i was already ready.

I saw you at the store today. I wanted to say hello, but I ‘m afraid that you will reject me. You are so beautiful and I’m…plain. The way the light from the windows makes your hair shine, that hair that flows over your shoulder and across your chest. You grab a basket and begin shopping for a few things. I am lost in my thoughts of how I could meet and talk to such an amazing woman.
I get the courage to walk up to you and introduce myself. We exchange names and I smile. You smile demurely and look toward the floor. Is that a blush across your face? I offer to get something from a higher shelf for you, as I do, my arm brushes across your chest and shoulder. You giggle. I apologize, but you whisper, “I liked it. Do it again.” With the item in my hand, I bring my arm back down…but slowly. Teasingly, I brush against your chest. My arm comes down so slowly. I want this gentle contact to last forever. The back of my hand brushes across your breast and I hear you inhale. The item I reach for is placed in your basket and I smile. You look up at me with a mischievous grin. You point to a bottle of seasoning on the shelf next to you, then puff out your chest…expectantly. I oblige and reach across you to grab the bottle. Arm rolling across your protruding chest, I take my time and enjoy watching you suppress a shiver as your skin prickles and your nipples harden. They aren’t the only thing hardening either as I feel my slacks growing tighter. You notice as well. “I think I need some of this too,” you say while you kneel down and thrust your hand between my legs for a small box on the shelf behind me. You pick up the box and your arm bumps my crotch. You drag your arm back slowly and my cock twitches in my underwear. You stand back up with the box in your hand and the smile on your face grows. I lean over and kiss that smile. A nice kiss at first, but very rapidly, tongues entwine as our mutual need for each other takes shape. I feel like devouring you right there in the grocery, and your passion is answered with each kiss.
The basket is dropped on the floor, forgotten, as you bring a leg up and pull me closer into you as we embrace and kiss. Your hands roam up and down my back, my arm both lifts you up and pulls you into me. My hardness meets your wetness through our clothes. We desire each other so much, I just want to take you and ravage you, raining kisses all over your body while you moan in delight. I grab your ass in my hands and grind against your groin. You moan and gasp as the fabric of our clothes rubbing against all the right places feels so good. God, I want you right now. I want to rip those panties off and plunge my cock inside you, I want to feel your wetness engulf me as I thrust into you. I would take your breast in my mouth and suck on it while holding you up and on my erection, just riding until we both explode with pleasure…

“Sir?” you say. “Sir?” I look down from my carnal fantasy. You are there right next to me. “Could you get that can of soup down for me, please?”

Last week, my FWB (let’s call him that for now) & I agreed to push the limits a lil, to explore something more experimental. We’ve been casually hooking up for a while now, but there’s always been this unspoken curiosity about tryin' something new. We had talked about it a lot, about how we could take things to the next level, and last night was when we finally decided to go for it. We started sooo slow, just the two of us, but the air between us felt different charged, like we were on the verge of something big. I had never done anything like this before, ( I sweeear ) my knees are totally shakin' but I keep it chill. and the idea of pushing my boundaries, letting go, & trying some light BDSM had me nervous but supaah excited. He had brought over a few things, ropes, a blindfold, and some other toys he thought would be fun to try. At first, I was hesitant, but the idea of giving up control to him was something I couldn’t stop thinking about. We started w/ bondage. He had me lie back on the bed while he carefully tied my wrists to the headboard. My body was a mix of anticipation and excitement as he tightened the ropes, making sure I couldn’t move. I felt vulnerable, yet completely safe with him. His hands traced over my skin, soft but firm, sending shivers down my spine as he whispered in my ear, asking if I was okay. "Trust me," he said, and I did. From there, it only escalated. He used the blindfold, and suddenly I was in complete darkness, my senses heightened. I couldn’t see, but I could feel everything every inch of his touch, every movement, every breath he took. He teased me with the toys he had brought, slowly building me up, never giving me what I wanted right away. His hands would lightly brush against me, then pull away, making me ache for more. When he finally gave in, it was slow and deliberate, each thrust controlled as he watched my face, studying my reactions. He knew just when to pull back and when to push me further. "You’re doing so well," he whispered, making me melt at his words. It was intense, the pleasure sharp and focused, and I was completely lost in the moment. Afterward, we just lay there together, the ropes still loosely binding my wrists, the blindfold off but my senses still buzzing. We talked, laughed, and made plans for the next time we’d explore this new side of us. I wasn’t sure where this would lead, but for now, I was okay with the idea of stepping outside of my comfort zone.

So me and my fwb were chilling after our Friday night fucking session (we were on break because poor dude could not handle my excitement lol).

I was naked playing halo 4 MCC campaign like we used to years ago when I came to his home (minus being nude) and he just watched me as he regained his strength. Being the horny girl I am I noticed how much the controller vibrates and I guess he saw me intentionally shooting at the wall in the mantis mech and looking at my controller because he sat up and moved down to the foot of the bed next to me and said "just discovered fire, have you?" with his hand on my back. I said "huh?" because my autistic ass was clueless.

He laughed then said "I know what you are thinking, want me to say yes?". I gawked a bit because I sorta thought having my juices on his controller would not go down well.

I asked him really and he said "go to the settings menu on the xbox then go to controller" I did what he said because there was something so hot about how he said it and how he had his hands on my chest. When I did it he said something that I did not expect I would love do much "good girl". He called me a good girl and somehow I felt fuzzy and warm I felt a wave of love for a moment lol.

He guided me to the final step where I just press a button to make it vibrate. I he gently put the controller between my legs and I squeezed them together to hold the controller for him. He stroked my hair and told me to let go so he could do it for me. He put one arm around my head to kiss me and the other started mashing whatever button it was and I fucking loved it. It shook so good and he kept kissing me and using his free hand to change from my hair to my chest and back. Calling me his adorable pet and saying how cute I sound and I did not know what to do with my hands because ui did not need to do anything. He just pleased me and kissed me. I do not know how long it lasted but it was not long enough i tell you even though I fucking came

And when I did I hugged him and he kept going and going until he got hard again then next thing I know I am on my back and he is in me and he got me off again.

I love this dynamic of one of us randomly dominating the other

During the nine months or so that I had been receiving weekly blowjobs from Stacy, it was usually at night, after my kids were in bed and asleep. So, I was a little surprised when she texted me that Monday morning to ask if she could come over that afternoon, while my youngest daughter was napping and the other two were at school.

Then I remembered that she had said her family was going camping that week, I wouldn't be getting one from her at all while she was gone, and I told her yes. Stacy and I were alike in that we each had two kids in school and one not in school, so I was curious what she was doing with her little boy while she was over and I asked her that when she walked through my door.

"He's with my mom. Her and my dad are going camping with us so she's at my house to help us get ready. I gotta run to the store to buy some supplies, but I figured I could stop here too," she said as she pulled her black hair back into a ponytail.

I sat down on the couch as she kneeled on the floor in front of me and said, "The way you were talking, I didn't think this would even happen this week."

"Me either," Stacy said, pulling my pants and underwear down. "But, I told you I was going to miss it and the more I thought about it, the more I didn't want to skip a week."

As she wrapped her hand around my shaft, I started to grow bigger as she stroked me. She used her tongue to tease the tip of my cock and I said, "I'm definitely not going to complain about it."

Stacy laughed and said, "I bet. What would you do if you didn't have me anyway?"

I laughed, thinking to myself that I would be just fine with Lauren but my laugh turned to a moan as Stacy wrapped her lips around me and started to bob her head up and down my six-inch-long cock. She kept her hand on the lower half of my cock, moving it up and down, as her mouth worked the upper portion, using her tongue to lick all around it when she wasn't bobbing her head.

After a few minutes, Stacy took me out of her mouth and I watched as she grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt she was wearing and started to pull it up. I just caught a glimpse of her stomach before she grabbed her shirt and pulled it down, keeping herself covered as she put the sweater down next to her. She wrapped her hand back around my shaft, rubbing up and down the entire length, while using her tongue to lick the sides.

As she blew me, I looked down at her with her dark, olive skin, soft lips, and what appeared to be A-cup-sized breasts, just poking out from her skin-tight shirt, and said, "Ya know, if you are in a hurry so you're not gone too long, I'll probably cum faster if you take off your shirt."

I knew that Stacy never would, but I still liked to tease her. Stacy actually told me one day that she liked it and said that there was a few times that she had considered it. This time, she just slid me back into her mouth and continued to blow me.

Stacy really was good at blowjobs and it always made me imagine how good she was in bed. As I tried to think what her body would feel like and how her moans would sound, I could feel my orgasm starting to build up and told Stacy that I was close. As usual, Stacy moved her mouth to my tip, using her tongue to swirl around it, and was jacking me off with her hand, only slowing down when I started to cum. As I came, she stopped using her tongue, instead sucking with her mouth, as her hand pumped up and down, and she swallowed as quickly as I could fill her mouth.

When I was done, Stacy grabbed a near-by tissue and cleaned my cock off for me. We both stood up and I pulled up my pants and underwear before giving Stacy a hug and she left, waving goodbye to me after getting into her car.

During the rest of the week, Taylor was texting me almost every day asking if I was available for lunch. I kept having to turn her down because of work, felt bad because of it, and invited her over to my house for dinner that Friday, figuring she could ask me whatever questions she had after the kids fell asleep or while I cooked.

Taylor did agree to come over and actually came over early enough to help me cook. I asked if she wanted to ask her questions for me while we cooked and the kids played, but she said, "No, I would rather do it once they're asleep. If you're OK with me staying that long."

"Of course," I told her, curious what she wanted to ask me.

Later that night, after eating dinner and watching a movie together until the kids fell asleep and I carried them to their beds, I walked back into the living room. Taylor was sitting on her legs on my couch, her brown, curly hair pulled back into a ponytail and was wearing a blue sweatshirt with the name of the high school she attended on it and blue jeans.

She was scrolling on her phone but put it down as I sat down close to her. "Your girls are such good kids," she said.

I laughed and said, "For the most part."

"I still just feel so bad for you guys," she said, referring to my deceased wife.

"I feel bad for them. They've done great the past year, but growing up without Madison isn't going to be easy for them," I said.

"Actually, one of the questions I was going to ask you kinda involves Madison," Taylor said. "If it's OK for you to talk about her. I won't force you to answer, of course."

"Taylor, you can ask whatever you want," I reassured her.

"Thanks. I'm not even sure how to ask honestly. I guess I'll explain as best as I can. Since getting back from my mission and reconnecting with my friends, I've noticed a few of them talking about things we never would have talked about before," she started.

"Ok? Like what?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Like, stuff with boys. Coming out of high school, we talked a lot about what boys we thought were cute or what ones were good kissers, stuff like that. But now, I had one friend tell me she gave oral to her boyfriend. And another talked about going on a date and the guy giving her an orgasm," she said.

"Oh yeah? That is strange," I agreed.

"Well, so, I asked my sister about it. And she told me that her and her husband, Adam, almost went all the way! Before they got married! I was so shocked. It feels like everything we learned growing up just got thrown out the window," she said.

"Yeah, it does, I guess," I said.

"Sorry, I guess that wasn't a question. I was really just wondering if it's a new thing or if it was that way for you and Madison," Taylor said. "Really, I guess I'm just confused as to what guys expect from a woman now. I thought guys wanted a woman who wanted to wait until marriage but now I'm questioning everything. Especially after finding out about my sister and knowing what they did and that they still got sealed in the Temple."

"I can definitely see how that could be confusing and hard to process. With my past, I'm probably not the best person to answer, unfortunately. But, I can tell you to not conform to what a guy wants. It's your choice what you want to do before marriage. Of course, it's best to save yourself, but I've known plenty of people who didn't, including myself, and still got sealed in the Temple," I said.

"Oh. Yeah, that is true," she said. "Wait. You didn't save yourself? Madison either? What do you mean by saying with your past?"

I laughed at her confusion and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. But, no, not with Madison. However, I wasn't a virgin when her and I started to date."

"Oh," Taylor said, processing what I said.

"But, Madison forgave me for it, I repented with my bishop and Heavenly Father, and was married in the Temple. That doesn't mean what I did was right, but it also wasn't life damaging," I said.

"I don't know why this is just so crazy to me. Like, I've always had those thoughts and my parents had the talk with me, but I always figured it was best to wait until marriage to do any of . Hearing that my friends, who I grew up with in the church and talking about our values and such, just doing those kinds of things and being OK with it and enjoying it, it's just crazy," she said. "I just wish I could make sense of it but every time I try to talk to somebody about it, then just say the same thing or act like it's no big deal."

"I think you hit on part of it there. It's things that people enjoy doing. I'm not saying it's right to do some of them outside of marriage, but I think that it can certainly add to a relationship," I said.

"This is probably a really stupid question, but do you miss it since Madison passed? Do you think about it a lot? Would you ever do something like that outside of marriage again?" She asked.

I leaned back, thinking about what to say. I didn't want to lie to Taylor but I also didn't want to quite tell her the truth and wreck even more of what she thought. I finally said, "Like I said earlier, with me not growing up in the church and doing all of that stuff before I went back to church and got married to Madison, my views on it are probably different then most in our religion. I also grew up with parents that were never married but lived together and were in love, so that affects my thoughts on it as well."

"I see," Taylor said. "I guess not growing up in the church could give you different values. But, has that changed since Madison?"

"It can change on a daily basis," I told her.

"Makes sense," she responded.

"But, what I think shouldn't change how you think or feel. If you're going on a date and his end goal is to get you in bed and it's not what you want, then don't let him force you. Waiting for marriage is great and there is nothing wrong with it and don't let anybody convince you otherwise," I said. "Any man would be lucky to have you. You're beautiful, fun, smart, and you're going to do great things."

"Thanks, Christopher," Taylor said.

"Was that the only question you had? I thought you said you had a few," I asked her.

Taylor laughed and said, "Actually, I do have one more. Can I use you as a reference on a job application?"

I laughed as well and told her of course. She stayed for just a short time later before I walked her to the door, gave her a quick hug, and watched as she walked to her car and left.

After Taylor left, I closed the door to my house and locked it, and went into the living room to turn off all the nights before I walked into my bedroom. As I lay down for the night, I started to think back to the first time I had sex after my wife passed.

Four months earlier, back in June, the day after Lauren and I had a little hook up, with me fingering her to an orgasm and her giving me a blowjob, I woke up feeling exhausted. My three daughters were already awake and asking why I wasn't getting them ready to go to church. I honestly thought about just skipping it, but as the memories of the night before came flooding back into my mind, I knew that I wanted to see Lauren. So, I got out of bed and hurried to get everybody ready.

When we arrived at the church building, Lauren and her kids were already there and she waved me over to sit with them. We sat on opposite ends of the bench with our kids in between us, but I kept glancing her way. With her brunette hair loose and wearing a tight black dress that ended mid-thigh and showed off her curves, she looked just as beautiful as usual, but had a new glow to her, one that only me and her knew the reason why.

I sent her a text later that night telling her how nice she looked and she replied back, "Thanks! I don't know why, but I kept looking around and wondering if anybody could tell what we did last night. Did you feel the same way?"

"Ish. I was more wondering what everything would think if they found out," I replied back.

"OMG, that too!" Her next text read. "So, were you serious about doing it again? What if somebody finds out?"

"I am if you are. I guess if somebody finds out, we tell them to mind their own business," I told her.

"True. I think we can make it work and just remain friends, right?" She texted back.

"Of course," I told her.

Later on that week, she texted me and said, "Hey, so, my ex-husband will have the kids this weekend. I hate to ask, because it just sounds so weird, but anyway you could get a babysitter for your kids? Maybe me and you can spend some time together?"

I told her I would see what I could do and texted back a few hours later to let her know that my in-laws said they would love to have them over for the night.

That night, just like we would continue to do almost every time we got together, I stopped by Lauren's house to pick her up. As she bounced out of the house, I was surprised to see her wearing a white tanktop with a pink one under it, and black leggings.

As she got in my car, I asked if she was ready and she said, "More then you'll ever know."

The drive to my house only took a few minutes and I parked my car in the garage before we walked into the house. We started the night out slow, talking and getting to know each other in a more personal, intimate manner.

Curious, I asked Lauren about her choice of dress and she said, "Really, I grew up dressing like this. Even after I got out of high school and started going to college. I grew up in the church and promising to be modest, but I also just loved to show off. Even when I was overweight, I still wore tight clothes or tank tops. I loved the attention it brought me."

"I bet. I'm certainly not complaining. I didn't know you used to be overweight," I replied back.

"Yeah. Wasn't crazy or anything, but I lost like fifty pounds," Lauren told me.

"So, what changed with the clothes? Got married?" I asked.

"Yep, exactly. Met Jason, he really wanted a temple marriage. So, went through the temple, started to wear garments, and had to change my wardrobe," she said.

"Are you still wearing the garments since your divorce?" I asked.

"Yes and no. Today I'm obviously not. If I'm just hanging around the house all day, usually no. But, I typically still wear them when I go in public," she said.

"I can't wait to see what you're wearing in their places," I said suggestively, making sure Lauren caught me eyeing her body.

"Let's find out," Lauren replied back as she scooted over on the couch we were both sitting on so that she was closer to me. We both turned so that we were facing each other and our hands interlocked together in our laps. We leaned in towards each other and our lips met as we began to kiss.

I felt Lauren's soft lips starting to part and her tongue pushed against my lips until I opened them and let her in. Lauren set up more on the couch, pushing her body against mine, and our hands let go of each other as we wrapped our arms around our bodies. I wrapped mine around her waist while her arms went around my neck. Sitting this way, I pulled her up and adjusted until my back was against the couch and she was sitting on my lap.

Still making out, I moved my hands down to her butt and took her cheeks in them, squeezing as she started to roll her hips on top of me. I could feel my cock already starting to grow in the shorts I was wearing as we kissed and she rubbed our groins together. As good as her butt felt in my hands, I let go so that I could grab the bottom of her two tanktops and started to pull them up.

Lauren unwrapped her arms from my neck, lifting them straight up, and we briefly stopped kissing as I pulled the tanktops over her head. She took over, finishing taking her tanktops off, as we went back to kissing, and I placed my hands on her breasts, squeezing them over the black bra she had on.

She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her C-cup-sized breasts and I could just see her hands moving behind her back as she unclasped the bra. I ended the kiss and leaned back as she slid the bra down her arms and threw it behind her, revealing her naked breasts and nipples to me. As I smiled at the sight of them, Lauren put her hands on them and squeezed them a few times before she reached down, grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off.

"If I'm getting naked, it's only fair that you do too," she teased me.

"Fine by me," I said as I took her breasts back in my hands. But this time, as I squeezed them, I leaned forward and started to flick her nipples with my tongue, moving between the two.

Lauren started to roll harder and faster on my lap, pushing my now-hard cock into her groin, as I wrapped my lips around her left nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I used my fingers to pinch and rub her right nipple, glancing up to see her reaction. I saw that Lauren had her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and her mouth slightly open as I switched my mouth to her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth, and rubbed her left nipple with my fingers.

"Oh, Christopher," she moaned. "I've missed this."

"What else have you missed?" I asked as I moved back to her left nipple.

"Having a cock inside me," she moaned.

I responded by moving my hand down to her groin and pressing it against her leggings and feeling the warmth coming from it. I started to rub as Lauren's hands joined mine in our laps and she started to rub my hard cock through my shorts.

I gave each of her nipples one more lick and brief suck before I started to move us. With my help, Lauren lay down on the couch, and started to pull my shorts down as she did so. When my shorts were at my knees, she let go of them and wrapped her hand around the shaft of my six-inch-long cock, and I finished taking them off.

Lauren started to stroke my cock up and down as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and tugged them down her legs. She helped by lifting her hips off the couch and I watched as a black thong appeared around her waist. She started taking deep breaths as I pulled her leggings off her legs, then moved my hands back to her groin. I rubbed her vagina through her thong, causing Lauren to moan and close her eyes.

"I'm so ready," she said, as I pulled her thong down her legs, revealing her clean-shaven pussy to me.

After her thong was off and with the rest of our clothes on the floor, Lauren tugged my cock over to her entrance, reached down with her other hand, and pulled apart her lips as she guided my tip inside her.

Lauren took on a deep breath in anticipation before she let out a loud moan as I pushed my thick cock inside her. I was using my arms to hold myself above her as I did so, watching her face as it reacted to her body being filled again.

"God, that feels so good," she moaned as I held myself inside her. I leaned down to kiss her as I pulled my cock out to its tip, then pushed back in, continuing to go in and out, enjoying the slow motion of it.

As I moved my body up and down, sliding my cock in and out of Lauren, I looked down at her body, with her breasts swaying side to side, her flat stomach, and I could just make out my cock going into her pussy. "Harder, Christopher, give it to me, baby," Lauren moaned.

Encouraged by her moans, I started to go harder and faster as Lauren lifted her legs up in the air and her arms above her head as I slammed into her. "Yes. Yes. Oh yes," she moaned as her eyes closed. I kept going, harder and faster with every push, enjoying the feeling of being inside a woman again.

"Can I cum inside you?" I asked, wondering if we should have discussed it beforehand.

"God yes," Lauren answered. "I'm on the pill."

I lowered myself down, laying flat on top of her naked body, feeling her breasts pressing into my chest, as I wrapped my arms around her neck and used them to help slide in and out of her. Lauren wrapped her arms and legs around my body, rocking me back and forth as she moaned right into my ear.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer as I jackhammered my cock in and out of her, going harder and faster, until I felt my orgasm coming. I pushed in as deep to her pussy as I could go and exploded inside her. As I felt my cum shooting out, our lips met in a passionate embrace and I felt her pussy clenching around my cock, milking out the cum, as she had her own orgasm.

Our lips parted and our tongues swirled together as our hips moved up and down in total sync as we both finished our climaxes. When we were done, we ended the kiss, both of us smiling, giggling, and breathing deeply.

"I can't believe we just did that," Lauren finally said.

"Me either," I agreed, as she unwrapped her arms and legs and I pulled my now-limp cock out of her. "But it felt so good."

"Yes, it did," Lauren said, putting her hand on my cheek and leaning up to kiss me again.

As I lay in my bed, four months later, and having slept with Lauren lots of other times, I started to really wonder about the questions that Taylor had asked me. I feel like I probably should have said a few other things to reassure her and let her know that was she was doing was right.

Or, maybe, just maybe, part of me was wondering, what if she, for some reason, wanted me to make a move?

I went out with this new guy I met recently and we had a ton of fun together. We really got along well and he for sure matched my energy. He took me to a super nice steakhouse and I got the best filet mignon I had ever had.

After we ate we walked around the mall for awhile, then I ended up going to to his house to continue our hangout. I felt bad that he paid for my meal and I didn't really give him anything, so I felt obligated to suck his cock.

Once we got to his place, we just relaxed together and were having some good conversations. I told him how I felt the need to suck his cock and he told me that wasn't necessary, after he said that I was practically in love with him. Now I really wanted his cum in my tummy.

After he said that I just smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He could not resist me. I started rubbing my hands inside his shorts on his inner thighs, just starting to tease him. I really know how to get a guy excited. After about 10 minutes, I could see his rock hard cock throbbing through his pants. I slowly unzipped his shorts and pulled them off of him. His cock was probably around 8 inches, it was huge.

I looked at him and told him how massive it was. I started to give it kisses then finally put it in my mouth, he was so worked up, I loved it. I looked at him in the eyes and spit all over it. I started getting it all hot and sloppy. I started going faster and really deep throating him and choking on it. I was gagging so hard I thought I was going to throw up, but didn't. He started telling he was going to cum and I went even deeper and faster.

I felt his cock get a little bigger in my throat and he moaned, and shot his cum all down my throat. It was so much fucking cum and it tasted so good. I swallowed every drop and licked the inside of the tip of his cock to make sure I got all of it. Then I told him thank you for the steak again.

It’s been building for weeks now, and last night, it finally happened. my best friend’s brother, let’s call him A, has always had this cocky charm that drives me crazy. we’ve exchanged teasing looks and flirty comments, but i never thought it would go any further.

he came over to pick up something he’d left behind, and i thought it’d be quick. but the second he walked in, the air felt heavier. we started talking, and before i knew it, we were sitting too close on the couch.

his hand brushed mine, and i looked up to see him smirking. “you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he said, his voice low and teasing.

i didn’t answer, just leaned in, and his lips crashed against mine. it was hot, desperate, like neither of us could hold back anymore.

his hands slid under my shirt, gripping my waist as he pulled me onto his lap. i could feel how hard he was, and it made me moan into his mouth.

“you’re soaked,” he groaned, his fingers slipping into my panties, teasing me until i was grinding against his hand.

it didn’t take long before my shorts were on the floor, and he was inside me, fucking me hard and deep. his hands gripped my hips as he thrust into me, his breath hot against my ear as he growled, “you feel so fucking good.”

i couldn’t stop moaning his name, my nails digging into his back as he pushed me over the edge. when he came, it was deep, hard, and i swear i felt it everywhere.

afterward, we just laid there, tangled up, both of us catching our breath. i know it’s wrong, but now? i can’t stop thinking about the next time.

My wife and I let a buddy stayed for a few days while his wife and he had issues. After hanging out most of the day my wife and I headed to bed. I decided to mess around with her and get her horny. We got hot and heavy and she had climbed on top of me and started riding me hard and moaning extremely loud. I had looked over to see the bedroom door cracked open. I say my buddy standing there stroking himself to us. I whispered in my wife’s ear that he was watching. She whispered back motion him in and we’ll give him a show. So I did. He stepped in. My wife spun around and started riding me reverse cowgirl. He stroked harder. As she road him she told him to come over. She grabbed his cock and stroked him till he cam on her chest. Then we finished together. What a fun time.