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Blessings!

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The second day

I woke up around 8 am, feeling wonderful. I had a gorgeous woman lying on my chest, we were staying in a beautiful beach town in Mexico, and our vacations were just staring. What a lucky bastard!

Kai woke up a few minutes after I did. Her breathing was so relaxed, her body free of any tension whatsoever. I mean, we gave each other incredible orgasms last night, so that probably had helped somewhat.

She looked me in the eyes and gave me a soft peck on the lips. Her smile was heightened by the morning sun coming in through the window.

“Hey, you. Last night was awesome. Thanks for making me feel beautiful” she purred softly.

“You are incredible, you know? I can´t believe my luck, having you wrapped in my arms.”

“Um, yeah, about that? Last night was super hot, but I think it was a really bad idea to go to sleep covered in our body fluids. I´m feeling super sticky. Care to join me in the shower?”

“Oh, yes, we have a lot of ground to cover today, let´s go!” I said enthusiastically.

We got in the shower and the hot water just melted all our fatigue away. We should have done this last night, but we were just too worn out. The massive orgasms did not help either. I wrapped my arms around Kai´s waist and my cock sprung to life. She turned around to meet my lips and we just let the warm sensation take over us.

After a couple of minutes making out in the shower, Kai broke the kiss. “You know, I would love to keep doing this, but we kinda paid a lot for the trip, and I´m starving. Why don´t we go eat breakfast and then explore around? I promise I´ll make it up to you tonight!”

“Sure, I´m starving too!” I answered.

“Well, since you are being a very comprehensive man, I will give you a small preview of tonight” she said in a purring voice that made me even hornier.

She shut off the water, and with her left arm she pulled my head towards hers for a very savage kiss, and at the same time began to stroke my hard cock with her free hand. I probably lasted around five seconds before I came all over her legs.

“Good thing we are in the shower, huh?”

Mid morning

After eating a very yummy breakfast, we strolled around Quinta avenida, enjoying the warm weather and the sea breeze. We held hands as we walked, enjoying the sights and sounds of the city without a care in the world. Suddenly I got a phone call. It was from our hotel.

“Is everything okay?” asked Kai in a worried tone.

“Yeah, it was the hotel manager. He feels so bad about my room mishap last night that he offered complimentary tickets to Xel-ha park. The bus leaves in 30 minutes, sex hikayeleri do you want to go?”

“Hell yes! Let´s run back to the room to get ready!” Kai said excitedly.

We got back to the hotel in record time, and changed into quick-dry clothes and sandals. Since most of the activities in that park are water based, we didn’t want to be carrying around a lot of stuff. The manager told us about the park, and how they try to keep it as pristine as possible, so he recommended us to remove deodorants, perfume and to only use the organic sunblock they sell there.

We ran to the reunion place and got there at the same time as our bus. We gave our passes to the driver and invited us aboard. The bus was empty so I asked our driver if it was normal.

“Yeah, don’t worry. It´s going to get full soon. Were picking up a huge group from a resort that´s next door to the park. We´ll get there in about 40 minutes, and after that, we go straight to the park”

We went to our seats, and since the bus was empty, it was very chilly. I wrapped my arm around Kai and she nestled on my neck. After a while, she looked me in the eyes, her beautiful smile as bright as the sun.

“This feels like a dream. I´m having a great trip, thanks for being a gentleman” she said warmly and then gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

“Thanks for being here with me” I said softly in her ear.

The park

When we got there we found out the place is huge, with a lot of activities. We decided we would do the water ones first so we had time to get dry before we got on the bus.

We had a blast snorkeling and going down the river on tubes. We jumped of Valor rock, a diving spot 10 feet above the water. That took us some time to pull it off but it was worth it. After a couple of hours we got tired of the water and went to explore the jungle paths, and we finished by climbing to the top of the lighthouse. We could see the whole park from up there, it was a beautiful sight.

But not as beautiful as the woman by my side. I pulled her gently towards me and we began to kiss. Again I began to feel butterflies in my stomach. I was 99% sure I had fallen in love with Kai, but I kept it all to myself, I didn’t want to risk ruining it.

After the lighthouse we headed towards the exit. Our bus was waiting for us and we were exhausted from all the activities. We were some of the first people to get there, but after a short while it got full. After the driver verified everybody was there, we took off. A few minutes later, the bus stopped in the nearby hotel and we were the only tourists left in the bus. The sun was setting, and the driver turned off the lights and said through the intercom that we should take a nap. When we got to our stop they would wake us up.

I wrapped my arm around Kai and she porno hikayeleri rested on me. After a couple of minutes she was completely knocked out. I leaned my head back and began to drift off too. Suddenly a very intense scent began to excite my sense of smell. It was something lustful, carnal. It was something new to me, but it was driving me insane with pleasure. That scent was coming from Kai.

All the running around without deodorant had made her transpire a lot, and it was making me incredibly horny. My cock became as hard as a rock and I was going crazy with desire. Kai slept peacefully in my arms, unsuspecting how much her natural scent was driving me up the wall.

After almost an hour, our bus began to approach our stop.

The lights turned on, and Kai woke up, as beautiful as ever.

“Whoa, looks like someone is a little tense here!” she said in a playful tone as she looked at my cock.

“I need to fuck you, now” I whispered raspily into her ear, as I drank in the delicious scent her body was emanating. As I said this I slipped my hand between her legs, causing her skin to get goosebumps. Her only response was a low moan of pleasure.

We got off the bus and bolted to the hotel. We barged through the door to our room and shut the door behind us. I don’t know how, but we were naked in an instant, our lips fused together. We landed on the bed where our naked bodies continued to writhe in pleasure.

Suddenly, Kai interrupted the intense kissing. She had a bit of a worried look.

“Um, we should hit the shower first, I think I might not be very fresh after all that exercise, I don´t want to gross you out” she said in a tense manner.

I told her about my experience in the bus, of how her intoxicating scent drove me crazy during the bus trip, and the spark of lust once again ignited in her eyes.

“Your body scent also made me horny, that’s why I took the nap in your arms, I wanted to take you all in” she said purring. Our eyes locked in for an instant, and before we knew it, we were lost in each other arms.

I laid her on her back and spread her legs. My eyes wandered her beautiful body, from head to toes. As I lowered myself on her, we locked our hands together. We resumed kissing and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Our cocks were as hard as rocks. She then grabbed a small bottle containing pure coconut oil. She covered her hands with it, and ordered me to back up a little. Our cocks were together and she began to frot them with her right hand.

I almost came in her hands, the sensation so delicious. She must have enjoyed it too because she was moaning loudly.

“I need you in me, now!” she ordered me. She lubed up and guided my cock towards her asshole. The oil worked wonders and I gently slipped inside her. Oh god, the seks hikayeleri tightness was pure bliss, and her bossy side during sex is incredibly sexy!

She wrapped her legs around me again as I began to penetrate her quite vigorously, each thrust building up my orgasm. She pulled my face towards her left side, and began to run her tongue from the base of my neck to my ears.

“I love the taste of your sweaty skin!” she throated lustfully. After she said this, I began to pound her. Her sexual hunger was making me lose my mind, we were just two creatures lost in each other´s bodies. I began to feel that familiar tension in my balls, signaling my orgasm was coming.

I don´t know what came over me, but I grabbed both her wrists and held them over her head. The aroma coming from her armpits flooded my nostrils and sent me over the edge. I snapped and in that moment I was incapable of human thought, just passion and raw energy. I pressed my face on her right side, inhaling all of her essence, then ran my tongue all over her armpit.

I guess this was too much for her, because all of a sudden I felt her whole body tense up, and then felt my stomach get incredibly hot: She had had an intense orgasm!

I couldn’t hold out anymore and I came inside of her. We were both shaking from the incredible release, our hearts wanting to escape our bodies. After the climax, the lust was gone, but we continued wrapped in each other, oblivious to the world outside our bed.

Still on top of her, I could see her beautiful face. Fuck it, I had to take this chance and tell her how I was feeling.

“Kai?” I called her softly. “I need to tell you something”

“OK” she answered slowly. “Whats going on?”

“Kai, please don’t freak out on me, but I think I´m falling in love with you. I now we barely know each other, but I don’t want to spend another day without you. I know it´s probably too soon to say something like this, but it was eating inside me.”

She looked at me, and her eyes began to tear up.

“Oh, Santi, I thought I was crazy for thinking the same about you, since we met I´ve felt this connection with you, but I thought it was just me. I think I´m also falling in love with you!”

“You don’t know how happy you have made me! I keep thanking the universe for having met you, and it´s very strange, because I have never felt something like this!”

We locked eyes for a couple of moments, and then we began to kiss tenderly. I wanted to wake up next to her the rest of my days.

Our kissing was suddenly interrupted by a loud stomach growl, maybe hers, maybe mine. Maybe of both. Anyway, we started laughing, and Kai asked me to go get some food because she was starving. I quickly got dressed and headed out to buy something.

“I love you” I said to her as I opened the door.

“I know, I love you too” she said calmly. “And I will love you more when you get back her with food!”

I closed the door and walked out to the street, a huge grin adorning my face. Cant wait to see what paradise has to offer tomorrow!

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Chapter 3 – The Ride Home

The snow was falling outside as the limousine pulled up. Almost a foot had fallen in the past week, and more was forecast for the next 3 days. But the roads have just been plowed, so now was the best time to leave.

Master and slave exited the mansion where she was sold to him wearing possibly the only clothes she’ll ever be allowed to wear again: a long white fur coat and a pair of matching winter boots. They walked up to the limo as the driver got out and opened the door for them.

“Greetings, sir,” the driver said. “I see your visit was fruitful.” His voice had no innuendo at all as he said it.

“Very fruitful, Michael,” he replied as he guided his new property in the car. “Take your time in getting home. No need to get in a wreck”

As she stepped inside, the driver couldn’t help but notice how nearly her entire leg came out from under the coat. He managed to keep his composure and closed the door after they got in. In a minute the Limo pulled out onto the road. She watched as the place of her imprisonment left her vision, probably never to be seen again.

The inside of the Limo was both luxurious and spacious. Two sets of seats facing opposite of each other, a small ice box and a built-in radio / CD player lined the area. He reached over and turned the radio on. It was an alternative rock station. She never cared much for rock of any type. She was more of a country girl, but she didn’t say anything to him. As good as he made her feel sexually, she was still afraid to make him angry.

The master reached for a switch and a privacy shield came up, blocking the driver from view. Once again, they were alone.

He looks at her and smiles. “Go ahead and take that off,” he commanded. “We’ll be at least three hours before we arrive.”

Timidly, she started opening her coat, revealing the nothingness she wore underneath. Her nipples poked out proudly from her tiny breasts, while a wisp of hair marked out her pussy. After she finished with the coat, she took her boots off and settled back down, waiting on her master’s next command.

Instead he moved to her. He snaked one hand around her back, and the other cupped her chin, moving her head so she was looking right into his eyes. For a moment, just like last night, she almost got lost in those brown eyes. She almost didn’t notice her blushing, and the music seemed a distant sound.

“You turn me on so much,” he said to her hungrily. “I get hard just looking at your naked body! I wanna fuck you all night long. I’m going to tell you what we’re going to do, tonight. First, I’m going to push you down on the bed and lick, kiss, and suck you all over.

“Then I’m going to have you play with your pretty little pussy in front of me. That’s right, I wanna watch you masturbate yourself. I’m also gonna have you stick you finger in your little asshole and stretch it out a bit. Soon, you’ll be able to fit two fingers in there.

“When that’s done, I’m going to turn you over with your tight little ass sticking in the air. That’s when I take my turn at your little asshole. First, I’m going to lick it out. Get it all nice and wet for my cock. When ready, I’m going to stick it in. Not halfway, like last night. No, I’m going all the way in, this time!

“After having my fill of that, I’ll come into you like last time. Then I’m gonna have you suck my cock clean. Just make sure you keep your little Bahis Sitesi ass clean, or else there’s going to be punishment.

“I can see you’re blushing – even a little scared. But do as I say, and I promise you’ll be screaming in pleasure.”

His features softened considerably as he went on. “But for now, let’s do something that requires a little less training.”

His speech left her heart racing. What he said scared her to death, but the look in his eyes kept her in a heightened state of arousal. Her arousal won out as he pressed his lips to hers.

It was her first kiss, just as last night was her first time with a man. He had taken from her so much: her clothes, her freedom, her dignity, her virginity… her innocence… He had taken her entire world from her. Yet, he had also given her so much. He made her into a woman, and is giving her a whole new world. She didn’t know whether to hate him of love him. Regardless of that conflict, she now lusted for him.

She returned his kiss passionately. When their tongues started to intertwine with each other, her heart started beating fast not because of fear, but from her own pleasure. His kisses were leaving her breathless.

His hand left her chin and placed it on her shoulder. He then let it slide down to her chest and cupped a breast, noticing how soft it was, despite its size. Her response reminded him of why he bought her. She looked innocent, but he could a sex goddess within. He wanted her. The hard feeling in his pants confirmed those feelings.

She shuddered as his palm rubbed against her nipple. Her breasts started feeling warm as well as between her legs. She loved how he brought that feeling out of her. She was a slut – his slut- and right now, she didn’t care.

After a few more minutes of kissing and caressing, he moved her onto his lap. She was red from her face to her chest and breathing heavily. Her lips suddenly had a fullness to them. He put her arm over his shoulder and gave her nipple a little kiss.

She started shivering under his attention, her excitement mounting. Her free hand moved to her other breast of its own free will and started massaging her other breast. Oh, how she wanted release!

“My, aren’t you just a little horn dog,” he said teasingly. “I’ll bet you’re aching for my cock in you, aren’t you?”

Without waiting for her to answer, he ran his hand down her body, through her thin pubic hair and between her legs. His fingers then started running up and down her slit. She was wet. He dipped a finger in and probed inside.

A whimper escaped her lips. “Oh yes!” She cried out.

He took his finger out placed it in her mouth. She was surprised at her own taste and sucked on his finger eagerly. After a few seconds his hand back down and searched for her clitoris. When he found it he gave a little squeeze.

She almost reached a climax right there, but he quickly let go. After letting her catch her breath for a minute he started again.

For thirty minutes he did this to her – bringing her to the brink of orgasm then slowing down, then speeding up again. She squirmed and begged him to end the torture and let her come, but he didn’t listen.

“Please let me come, master! I’ll do anything you want!” she finally cried out.

“Anything?” he asked with a roguish grin.

“Yes, anything! Just please let me come!” she begged him.

“Very Bahis Siteleri well,” he responded. “But I’m holding you to your word.” With that, he went back to working her clit.

It was soon after that her climax hit. She cried out loudly as she felt her swollen nub between his fingers. She felt her own juices spill out and run down her legs.

He couldn’t help but laugh at it. “I gotta be careful with you. Otherwise you’ll end up leaving puddles all over my house.” He looked down at the sight. “Now you got my pants all wet.”

Suddenly it came to him. “I have an idea,” he told her, then ran his hand, also covered in her juices, up her belly, and started massaging it onto her breasts.

As the scent of herself wafted to her nostrils, her passions slowly drifted back to life. He brought the hand back to up to her lips and fed her his fingers. Again she sucked her juices off of them, hungrily licking each finger clean before moving on to the next one. Then, he moved his palm to her mouth. That too, she licked clean.

When she finished, picked her up and planted her butt back on the seat. She was a bit confused until she saw him undo his pants. He worked his pants a bit and produced a raging hard-on.

She looked at it with wonder. It was the reason she was in this situation; the reason she lost her freedom; the reason she was snatched, bound up, and delivered to that cold dungeon; the reason she was prettied up, dressed half naked, and delivered to this man; and the reason she might never wear clothes again. It was also what introduced her to pleasures she never experienced before.

She hated it… but she wanted it more.

“Come straddle me,” he commanded. She got up and swung one leg over his lap. Her face ended up close to his, and she could feel the underside of his cock up against her pussy.

“Put it in you,” he told her. She raised herself and tried to obey, but she couldn’t seem to find the mark.

“Use your hand to guide it in,” he laughed. She turned away in embarrassment and slowly lowered her hand and wrapped it around his member. She then eased him into her still sopping wet pussy.

It still stretched her considerably, but it hardly hurt, this time. In fact, it felt rather nice. Would it be the same every time she repeated something new? She hoped so…

He started to bounce her up and down on his lap. How she felt was indescribable. It was almost like… he was filling up a space that had been left empty. It was wonderful. So wonderful…

It didn’t take long until she was bouncing on her own, eager to feed the feeling inside of her, eager to feed her pussy from his cock. She groaned her need for him over and over again, unable to stop herself from fucking him.

He started moving his own hips as well. “Oh, this pussy is so tight! Do you like being my fuck toy? Do you enjoy being impaled on my cock?”

When she didn’t answer, his hands cupped her ass cheeks, and he dug his fingernails in. “Answer me!” he commanded.

His cock fell out of her as she tried to escape his grip on her ass. “Yes, Master! I want to keep fucking you, forever!”

“Good. Time to get to a lesson that got cut short, last night.” He pulled her off of him and set her on the floor. “Now then,” he said. “Kiss my cock.”

Reluctantly, she took it in her hand, leaned in, and put her lips to his glistening shaft then started kissing Canlı Bahis Sitesi it in earnest. It had the taste of her on it. There was also another taste – a taste from last night – his taste. Together, they made an intoxicating combination.

“Mmmmm… There you go,” he moaned. “Now, lick it. Clean it off.”

The smell was as intoxicating as the taste. She slowly, but eagerly ran her tongue up his cock, treating it like a lollipop. She loved how it throbbed in her hand. She also noticed how he became when she did this. Could it be that she was in control, now?

“Wow, that’s nice baby!” he told her. “Now suck on it.”

She decided to test her theory further by taking it in her mouth. She worked her lips up and down his shaft slowly, letting her tongue run along its underside. Her passions flared again as she took it as far as she could go without gagging on it – about halfway down.

His reaction confirmed her suspicion. He seemed almost helpless in her mouth. He was slouched and breathing raggedly. This only made her suck him faster.

After a few more minutes, his cock jerked and he quickly put his hands on the side of her head and strongly held her there. She was shocked as jets of cum sprayed into her mouth. Again, it tasted weird.

She tried to pull away but his hands were holding her firm. She couldn’t stop as the semen kept spraying into her mouth. Panic started to well up as she helplessly struggled, but to no avail. So much for being in control…

“Swallow it,” he told her. “I’m not letting you go until you swallow it!”

Tears streamed down her eyes as she tried to swallow. Bit by bit, she managed to get it down her throat. It was all she could manage. Eventually she swallowed it all, and she felt a bit sick to her stomach about it.

When she finished he let go of her head and guided her back up to his lap, his cock still hanging out of his pants. He took her in his arms and stroked her hair.

“Good girl,” he consoled. “You did awesome, for you first cum swallow. You won’t be doing that every time, but it’s good you get to know it.”

“Yes, Master.” Her chest heaved as she sobbed. Why was she made to do this? Why couldn’t she just go home? But she remembered she had no home to go to. She had no parents, no known relatives. Even her foster parents acted like they didn’t care. She was just another paycheck, for them. She broke down and cried openly.

He put her head on his shoulder and cooed to her. He felt her sorrow, but he was also relieved. He knew what those tears meant. She had surrendered. She was truly his, now.

The last hour of the trip was spent with her asleep in his arms. He looked out the window and saw his mansion coming up. He gently gave her a shake.

“Wake up, my angel,” he told her. “Time for your new home. You’d better get your coat and boots back on.”

She drowsily obeyed and looked out the window. What she saw left her in awe. The place was huge! She wondered how much of the house she’ll actually see, though.

The Limo pulled up and stopped at the front door. The driver got out and opened the door for them.

“Thank you, Michael. You’re services won’t be needed for the rest of the day.” With that, he led her down the walkway and into the front door.

“This is your new home,” he told her. “You will have the run of the house. Everyone who works here knows about you and will not touch you. You are not to go outside until the winter is over. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, staring around the front room.

He walked behind her and removed her coat. “Get out of your boots, too. I will show you our bedroom, first. I imagine you’ll need a bath.”

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I pulled out of the driveway thankful it was Friday. I like my job but I sure appreciate the end of the week, Fridays are normally fairly relaxed, even better. I had a tinge of excitement lingering from this morning’s conversation that reminded me that work today would be far from the norm. I was looking forward to it in a mischievous way. It was fun going to work knowing I had a secret. I squirmed in my seat.. yes still moist. I grinned.

I walked in with the routine greeting to Jenn. She’s my office pard and I like her a lot. She’s about my age so we have many things in common and then again we’re completely different. Makes for a nice balance. Jenn is pretty but comes across as a very orderly stick to the rules personality. The word my husband used I believe was frigid but I think that’s a little harsh… probably not by much though. I get glimpses every once in a while that makes me wonder what’s really under all that perfect composure. Well enough of that. I had my usual amount of coffee this morning so of course my first stop .. before grabbing a cup of coffee.. was the restroom. I smiled again.. my thoughts wandered jojobet again to this morning. I knew what I was going to do later.. after I had plenty of time to enjoy the anticipation. I giggled feeling like I was in a strange new world .. new territory for sure. I thought about touching my clit just for a minute but opted against that for now. I began to wash my hands wishing I didn’t have to.. I know where those fingers were this morning while I manipulated my clit as he instructed, the scent still lingering nicely. No.. not the usual Friday.

My relaxed day I was looking forward to turned out to be one I had to work at.. figures. I stayed busy enough to not come up for air till 11. I stopped long enough to realize why my clit was drawing my attention..I felt warm and grinned. I ran my fed ex trash outside to the big trashcan. The cool air refreshed me and I knew what I wanted. I chose the restroom closest to the outside door so as not to be noticed being gone ( I hoped). I don’t use this one often and forgot there wasn’t a lock on it, oh great. I decided to stay anyway, hoping that having to push the thought jojobet Giriş of me not getting caught wouldn’t distract me. Ok .. no time for playing around.. have to hurry. I sat down with the loud fan noise blaring.. GOOD.. ok this might work. Pulled down my jeans and panties and with two fingers touched my clit. My fingers were so cold from outside it shocked me.. also happy I decided not to touch myself earlier.. I love this sensation. I began to concentrate knowing I had to block out everything going on around me or I wouldn’t cum. The bright light blaring on me was annoying.. I decided to use it.

I was now sitting under a spotlight with him standing in the corner of this dark room feeling his intense stare all over me…letting myself fall deeper and deeper into the effect my fingers were having on my clit. Feeding off the fact that he was enjoying watching me. I began fingering myself faster with more pressure. I love the moment you know you’re going to cum.. you have it when you want it.. I was there and I relaxed into it. I could breath now.. at times I don’t want to move so much as a muscle..I jojobet Güncel Giriş want absolutely nothing to take from what I’m feeling. I let a small moan slip out and I heard my lover coaxing me from the corner. That was all I needed to let myself go. I remembered what he asked me to do.. I knew he wanted me to experience it .. as did I.. I also knew knowing I was doing it because he asked was stirring up something very erotic inside of me. I began to pinch my clit just like he said.. in a pulsating way trying to make it harder each time. Each time I did it sent a wave through me I was unprepared for.. and not able to control. My right leg was twitching.. I didn’t care. It was like I had this raging sea building up to the climax in the background and every once in a while it would blast against the cliffs. I only made 3 blasts.. the last pinch hard and hurtful. The pain shooting from deep inside me spreading and mingling in perfect union with the hot rush of my orgasm. I pressed my mouth against my arm trying to stay quiet and let the spasms take over.

I gather my thoughts quickly.. shaking and trying to get myself together. No time for even a smile right now.. that would come later sitting at my desk as the amusement of my own pleasure mixed with the pleasure I know he’ll have when he receives my report sent a warm rush through me.

Looking forward to Monday..

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I shake as I watch You, trembling inside, feeling the need for You so deep inside me it frightens me. I close my eyes, taking a deep calming breath. I feel Your confusion at times, Master. I feel it inside me. I know You have ideas about what a Master is, what He should be like. I used to have mine too, these images of an ideal Master in my head. Or an ideal slave.

Those ideas are gone now, a puff of smoke that drifted away in the fire of Your love. A Master to me now is You, simply You. A strong man, capable of such deep emotions, emotions that perfectly match mine. A giving spirit, a gentle heart that sees me with such clarity. As I see You. We hide nothing from each other, even the things we are not so proud of in ourselves. Sins are washed away by the generosity of Your love and mine.

You say I teach You to be a better Master. It is You that teaches me to be a better slave. Teaching me to reach deep into my deepest fantasies, my darkest fears and needs rising to the surface, fresh and clean and wonderful. You accept them as a part of me, these dark feelings. They used to scare me, this need for pain that I have, the things I dreamed about. But the simple easy way that You fulfill these fantasies makes them right, and makes them ours.

You are going away for a while. This is our last night together for a few weeks. Sometimes I don’t know how I will survive without You here with me. But I shall, because You will be with me, in my heart, always. I read Your emails, and it calms me. Knowing You are thinking of me as I think of You, every day, every hour. And I do as women have always done; I wait for You to return.

But this night is special. It’s a night to show our love, to give a physical manifestation of our love to each other.

“Naked, slave.” You say to me, in a voice hoarse with so many emotions; anger, lust, power, passion. I know You feel all these things tonight.

I remove my clothing, exposing once again my naked flesh to You. I lift my arms, and put my hands behind my neck. It lifts my breasts out, and I feel the nipples already puckering and hardening, anticipating Your touch. I feel a pride in my nakedness that was not there before, before I had You. Knowing I am not perfect, but that You love my body, knowing the spirit that resides inside it.

You move behind me, Your clothed body brushing against my nakedness. It reinforces our positions, my place, the naked slave, You the fully dressed Master, in control, taking from me what You need, what You crave, what I want to give. Your hands cup and caress my breasts, and then Your fingers pinch those rosy pink nipples. I groan loudly, unable to suppress the pleasure.

“Anything wrong, slave?”

“No, Master.”

“You are mine, slave, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master, I am Yours.”

You pinch harder, and I groan again. “Then take My pain, quietly and gratefully, slave.”

“Yes, Master, thank You.”

You pinch me again, harder this time. Again, I moan, a soft sensual sound that Your body absorbs. “Thank You, Master.”

You release me, and sit down in Your chair. I kneel before You, taking my position as Your slave at Your feet. I feel this overwhelming need to touch those feet, to show my devotion, my submission, my love for You. Reaching for Your foot, I lower my head and lift Your foot, never losing eye contact with You, and I make love to Your feet with my lips and tongue. Softly licking, my tongue Betturkey swirls around each toe, sucking them lightly, running the tip between each toe, then down the arch, up to Your ankle. Every lick shows my devotion, You feel it almost flowing from me to You through that warm soft tongue. It’s a humble, loving, slavish gesture, this foot worship of mine. Something I would never dream of doing to or for someone else. But for You, it’s so very special.

I feel the words in my head, and I know You hear them somehow, my thoughts as I lick Your feet. I love You, Master. Trust me with Your heart, with Your very soul. Know that I adore You, that I need Your love, that You are a part of me. Feel the strength of my love, the strength of my willing body, flowing from me to You and back again. We draw from each other somehow, strong when the other is weak, then it reverses somehow, the giver becoming the taker. Let me love You, my mind screams. You hear it, and You push Your foot into my wet mouth harder.

I groan softly, and lick harder, my soft tongue rasping over Your skin. The desire for You is growing inside me, like a living, breathing entity, clawing it’s way out, demanding attention. Everything I am, everything I feel is in that wet tongue, and You respond.

“Stand up, slave.”

You body is shaking with the power of Your emotions, the lust for me like a fire inside You. You quickly put the wrist and ankle cuffs on me, my submission to You deepening as they wrap around me.

You grip my hair, pulling me to You. Almost angrily You shout at me, “Ask for it.”

I know You, my Master. I know what You want. I know what You need from me. I lean up and kiss Your soft mouth, pressing my lips against Yours, my love flowing out of me into You. It shows You that I chose You, that I choose each time to submit to You, that I am not a mindless empty woman, who obeys whoever tells her to do something. You have earned my love, my submission, my slavery, Master.

“Whip me, Master. Do with me as You wish. Make me feel I am Your slave.”

You lead me to the center of the room, our dungeon, our playroom, a place where dreams come true. You hook my wrist cuffs to the hook in the ceiling, my ankles to the bolts in the floor. My legs are wide apart, my hands above me, and I am helpless. I let that feeling wash over me, knowing that I am utterly safe here with You this way. Every fantasy I have ever had, of being kidnapped, of being abducted, used as a slave, taken against my will, forced to endure the painful pleasures brought to my body, races through my mind as I am bound by You. My whole body shudders as the fantasies flash in front of me. The fantasies that I used to be ashamed of, that I hid from the world, the fantasies I laid at Your feet, knowing You would fulfill each and every one of them.

I close my eyes against the feelings, the intensity of them so strong I would fall to the floor if not bound. I feel Your hands, feel the clamps bite into those tender nipples, and I scream. It’s so perfect, so much of what I have dreamed of, I can hardly stand it. The clamps bite into my pussy lips, and I feel You attach weights to each of them.

I feel the weights, tugging at me, pulling my flesh. The pain is an exquisite sensation, releasing the animal chemicals into my blood. The adrenalin fueling my lust, the endorphins crashing through me, taking me higher and higher. You are like a drug, Betturkey Giriş my Master. A wonderful, wicked drug that takes my body to new heights each time we are together.

Your hand slides between my legs, and You rub my dripping wet cunt. There’s that word again, Master. I feel my pussy becoming a raging, living beast, a fierce, hungry beast that demands to be fed, to be filled by Your fingers, Your fist, Your cock, Your toys. I feel it clenching, clutching at those thick fingers as You explore me.

“Aroused already, slave?”

“Yes, Master, I am an aroused slut,” I moan.

You pinch my throbbing clit hard, cruelly, and I scream, tears filling my eyes.

“Wrong answer, slave, and you know why.”

“Your slave queen is aroused, my Master.”

I smile up at You bravely, knowing the pain to come. You kiss me lightly on the lips, and my body braces itself for Your torture.

You choose a single tail whip. I quiver as I see it in Your hands, then close my eyes as You move behind me. You begin to whip my upper back. I know You like whipping me there, my back broad and strong, the skin showing the stripes You love to see. I count them out loud, focusing the pain, capturing it, letting it wash over me. As my body jerks at each blow, each strike of the whip, each demonstration of Your love, the weights swing, making my lips and nipples scream in agony.

At twenty You stop.

“Do you know why I whip you?”

“Because You like it, Master. I’m Your slave.”

“And what have you done to earn this pain, my slave?”

I think for a moment. So many thoughts, racing in my head. “Because You like to see me suffer for You, to endure the pain for You. Thank You, Master, for that.” I feel such a circle of completion in those words. I love the pain, You love giving it to me, we complete the other in our actions.

You move in front of me, and I feel the whip lash across my tender stomach. I scream, and the sound chills You. I know You Master, I know what You are thinking, as You hear me scream for You. That it’s too much, that You have gone to far, that You are some wicked beast to hurt me this way. How can I ever tell You that I love this pain of Yours Master, so very much. How can I explain when I don’t understand it myself, this love of pain my mind and body have?

“Yes, Master,” I scream, telling You the only way my ravaged body can. That one word, Yes, says so much. In that word is my acceptance of Your pain, the permission You need to know it’s alright.

It pushes You beyond Your iron control. You strip, and I feel You behind me, gripping me tight. My pussy is so wet and hot, Your rigid cock slips into me easily, almost lifting me off my feet as You drive Yourself into me to the hilt. My pussy clutches at You, wrapping around You like a wet, velvet fist. Your hands come around me, Your clever fingers massage my clit as You drive into me again and again. The weights are still on me, the vicious clamps, and I scream as I start to cum around You. The convulsions of my orgasming pussy are too much, and You join me in this ride to ecstasy. I feel You, pumping Your gift of cum into me, filling me in so many ways. I feel your body a part of mine.

You release me slowly, rubbing sore muscles and tender nipples. We lay on the bed together, Your strong arms around me. Your hands visit each place of pain, tenderly stroking the red marks. I writhe Betturkey Güncel Giriş under Your touch, the pain and pleasure blending perfectly.

I feel Your desire for me, still throbbing inside You, reaching out to me. You told me before You never felt about sex the way You do with me. That somehow I give You a rampant sexual energy, a need for my body that is almost insatiable. More, You moan.

I kneel, putting my head down on the bed, offering You my rounded soft bottom, my knees spread wide apart. You kneel next to me, spanking my pale skin, making it a warm pink color, and a heat roars through me. I feel my exposed body in this position, the vulnerability of it. My soaked sex pink and throbbing, my tight rear entrance puckered and also wet. Suddenly, You kneel behind me, and plunge Your face into my cheeks, spreading them with Your hands. I feel Your wet tongue like velvet across me. You dive into me, licking and probing that tight hole with Your loving tongue. You have never done this before, and I am honored by it more than I can ever say. Another acceptance of every part of me.

The pleasure is all encompassing and incredible. Your fingers slide into my wetness as Your tongue dances over me, driving me over the edge yet again. My back bows as the powerful orgasm roars through me. I know this orgasm is a gift from you, a way of showing me how much You love me. I let it wash over me, through me, the jerks of my hips in aftershocks showing You how strong it was.

And yet it’s not enough, for either of us.

You keep me on my knees, my bottom exposed and up. But I want more. I quickly get up and grab the cane on the table, and hand it to You, a silent offering. I resume my position on the bed. It’s still not enough. You gag me and blindfold me. I feel myself lost in Your possession of me, in Your taking of my willing yielding body.

You stand near me, preparing Yourself for this awesome responsibility. The power to hurt me, the strength to know when to stop, the desire to give me what we both crave.

You arm goes back, and the cane lands its first deadly strike. I scream, and the power of it forces my body down flat on the bed. You hesitate, but hear me telling You, “Yes, Master,” screaming it through the gag.

Ten times the cane strikes, ten times I scream as it marks my body. I feel the pain, yet I don’t feel it. I am lost in the power of my slavery, in my submission to You.

You stop after the ten strokes, and remove the gag and blindfold. Tears flow from my eyes, and I kiss You, saying, “Thank You, Master. I’m Your slave, whip me, cane me, hurt me, keep me with You forever.”

Tears blinding Your own eyes, You again cuff me, binding my wrists to my ankles, my breasts thrust out as I kneel before You. I tremble as I wait.

Five times the cane strikes, me, five times the pain almost unbearable. I struggle in my bonds, taking Your torture, reveling in it. Your hands grip my breasts, massaging them gently. The pain is so sweet I weep.

Again, You strike me. I count, in a hoarse voice, the lust pounding through me. At six my body responds, and without You ever touching my clit, I cum again, so hard I shake with it. Three times You cane my nipples as I explode, screaming Your name. It goes on and on, and only Your touch on my hair brings me back to earth. My eyes are dazed and cloudy, and I struggle to focus on Your beloved face.

“Tell me again.” You whisper.

Slowly, my mind searches for the words, my spirit so far above me in passion and love.

“I am Your slave, forever.”

Your eyes locked on mine, You penetrate my mouth with Your iron cock, spilling your seed. It’s enough, and we collapse in each others arms.

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“Bastard!” I fume as I march down the street one night. “Bastard! Bastard! Who does he think he is? How could he do that?” I lean against a wall of a pub and then turn and kick it, but my heels are high, 4″ heels, pointed toes with studded ankle strap, and it hurts bad. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

“You know, talking to yourself is a very bad habit” drawls a voice from a doorway.

“Who’s there?”

Slowly you step forwards, 6′ of denim and leather, your eyes shaded still. “What’s the prob, sexy?”

I’m still raging. “The problem, sexy” I say, pacing up and down, “is that my boyfriend is a fucking huge fucking wanker and fucking fucks me off.”

“Bad night, sexy?”

“Oh yes. He’s dumped me for another man.”

“Well that’s a fucker alright.” You offer me your cigarette, but I shake my head. “You’re stressed, hon, you need to chill out.”

“I don’t feel like chilling out, I feel like being very, very violent, I want to get physical, I want to fight, I want to hit, I want to scratch, and I want to scream.”

Slowly you exhale. “Come for a ride. Escape all this. Something hard and firm throbbing between your thighs. You’ll like it. It’ll feel good.”

I pause from my pacing and take a deep breath. “Well that would certainly make a fucking change. But I’m not exactly dressed for it.”

You walk round me, looking down at my leather dress, fishnets and bondage shoes. “No problem babe, just unzip the zip up from the bottom of your skirt. Higher than that. Higher. Don’t be shy, we’re both adults. Good, now just wait here, I’ll be right back.”

A minute later you’re back carrying two helmets, and you help me strap mine on, and show me how to climb onto the bike. And then we’re away, my arms wrapped round you, laughing with exhilaration. You drive out of the town and into the country and soon we’re speeding along empty roads, faster and faster round the bends until I’m almost screaming with excitement.

Suddenly there’s the sound of sirens and the police are chasing the bike for its speed. Instead of slowing you speed up, and I cling on for dear life. We speed along and into the forest, the trees masking us from view as you turn down small roads. And then suddenly you pull a sharp turn and stop, hidden behind some trees in a carpark. We have lost the policecar and we’re all alone. I take off the helmet and look all around. We’re by a small ruined church in the woods with a graveyard of slanting and tumbled mossy stones.

You see me looking round curiously and lift me down. I go to re-zip the dress, but you stay my hand, and lead me towards the church. Inside it’s bare, except for an altar stone, a couple of carved angels looking down sorrowfully from pillar tops and a few beer cans in the corner. A large hole in the roof lets the moonlight stream in.

“Ever fucked in a church?” you whisper, your arm round my waist.

I shake my head. “Never been in one. Not religious.”

“I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“Good. I want it hard and fast.”

“Maybe. Gonna make it one you’ll remember.”

Before I can reply you’re crushing me to you violently and I feel your beard against me, scratchy as our mouths open and we’re exploring with our tongues, tugging your bottom lip, you biting my neck. Your hand is pulling my skirt up to bare my ass and I fumble with your jacket, but again you stop me and instead I fumble with the laces on the bodice of my dress so that my breasts are bare in the moonlight. We pause and meet each other’s eyes for a second before you rip off my thong and slam me hard against a pillar, squeezing my nipples so hard that I cry out in pain.

“Is this what you want you fucking whore? A real man? Who can take you whenever he wants?”

I nod silently, biting my lip from the pain on my nipples.

“You’re my slut now, I’ve got you just where I want you. Nobody, nobody, knows where you are so you are totally in my power and you have to please me. And I want lots of noise, understand? Otherwise…”

I raise my eyebrows.

“Otherwise you’ll feel such fucking pain you’ll … wish … you … were…. dead.”

Totally freaked, I nod wildly.

From your pocket you pull a pair of handcuffs and cuff one of my wrists. You drag me over to the stone altar table. I stumble and fall, and you stop and kick me in exasperation before dragging me a couple of paces as I climb back to my feet. At one side you bend me hard over the cold stone and I moan. You reach my hands underneath the table, the cuffs only just do up, pulling tight into my skin, making me cry out.

“Hurts you, slut?”

“Yes sir.”

Laughter. “Good. Now bend your legs up behind you. Further. Further. Harder now, I really don’t think you’re trying hard enough here.” SLAP my bare ass. “HARDER, YOU BITCH! OK, just a bit of rope round your ankles, should give a nice burn.” Then you slip a collar round my neck and attach the rope to it, I can just breathe if I don’t struggle. “Good girl. Doesn’t that feel good now? All wide open and ready for me?”

“Yes xslot sir” I gasp.

“And let’s see now – yes, so wet. Yeah, you were wanting a bit of rough, weren’t you?”

I laugh with difficulty. “Yes sir.”

Walking round the side you pull my bound ankles higher and higher, until I’m gasping and screaming. Release. Then pulling again. Release. Then pulling again, and holding for so long I feel faint.

And then I’m down on the stone again and my legs are being untied, I’m gasping for air, big cool lungfuls. Now you spread my legs at the knee, so they’re hanging over the sides of the table. My cunt and ass are totally open to you. Slowly you run your finger round, exploring me, sending me wild with lust, making me gasp for you.

“Want me, don’t you sexy? Wanna feel my cock inside your slutty cunt, don’t you, sexy? Don’t mind being called that now, do you, sexy?”

“No sir” I gasp, between cries of pleasure.

“This good too then, sexy?” I don’t know what I’m feeling, but it sure isn’t your cock, widening my asshole so wide it feels it will split, making me scream out with lust.

“Oh fuck yes, please, please sir fuck me hard, want you filling me up!”

I feel you ramming me harder and faster, harder and faster, until I’m squealing and screaming. Your thumb is pressed against my clit, blowing my mind. And then it’s out and I feel your cock entering me hot and large, fucking filling me up to bursting, making me cry out again as you push so deep. With a shout I hear you cuming inside me, feel your hot juice in my body as you strain hard against my tight ring. With a final thrust you finish and withdraw, leaving me on the altar table still as you do up your zip.

You look down at me “Back soon. Don’t go anywhere, will you?” and start to walk away.

“Wait, please sir”

You stride back and slap my ass. “What is it, slut?”

“Please could you untie me? I won’t go anywhere.”

Head to one side, considering. “OK.” You undo the lock on the cuff and I flex my wrists and shoulders, the pain of the blood returning immense.

“Thank you very much Sir.”

“For what, slut?”

I catch your eye and laugh. “For everything sir, that was fucking awesome.”

“Was? I’m not finished with you yet. Now sit down there, with your arms wrapped round an altar leg. Good girl. I’ll be back sometime.” And with a swagger you’re away into the night.

My dress is undone this cold night, my breasts pale like a statue in the moonlight as I shiver, but as time passes I feel myself dozing, snapping awake, dozing again.

Obligingly I open my mouth to take in a finger and then sit bolt upright. You’re back, squatting in front of me laughing, some rope coiled over your shoulder.. “All fucked out, slut?”

“Yes Master”

“Wrong answer.” SLAP! knocks me down away from the altar and I feel my shoulder wrench, and cry out in pain. I become aware of music throbbing somewhere, and looking up past you I see you are not alone. You look back over your shoulder and stand up. “What do you think?”

Your friend snaps open a beer thoughtfully. “She’ll do. She tight, H?”

“Very tight” you say as you toss him the keys to the cuffs. While he’s undoing them you throw the rope over a beam in the roof and as I’m dragged to you, you tie my wrists hard above my head, so I cry out in pain again. “Sore, bitch? Good?”

Gasping I nod. “Thank you Master.”

You both laugh, and you pull the rope harder. He fetches a couple of fallen bricks from the corner and you lift me onto them, legs spread wide, shaking in my heels. You still have your arm round my waist, the other slides up the unzipped skirt of my dress to my thighs.

“Were you dreaming bad thoughts there, slut? You’re very wet. Or are we just turning you on here?”

“You Master, wanna be your slut so bad, wanna feel you inside of me…. Want you so bad it hurts.”

“Well now, that’s handy. Because it sure as fuck is gonna hurt.” You grab my skirt and pull it away from my ass cheeks, stroking them with your long fingers. You tuck it at the front and let go.

Behind me I hear laughter, and then I tense as I hear a strange noise – I’ve never heard it for real before but I know it’s a leather whip cracking. A couple of times more it cracks, then you walk round in front of me.

“Familiar, whore?”

“No, Master”

SLAP SLAP! You give me a back-hander and blood trickles down my cheek where your ring’s catches me. “Wrong answer again slut. Don’t you know what had you screaming earlier? Felt good inside of you, huh? Now you’ll feel it bite…”

Back round behind me again you stroke my ass with it before stepping away slowly. Stepping faster faster faster CRACK!

“aaaah fuck ow!”

Stepping away again, silence, CRACK! I cry out this time and I hear you laughing. Walking round the front without your whip you say “Gonna watch your face, wanna see your pain.”

Different footsteps this time – silence – silence – CRACK! “FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCK!” I xslot Giriş scream and biting my lip feel the blood run. You lick it away from me, eye to eye, I’m wanting you inside of me so bad that CRACK! “SHIT!” I gasp.

You slide your hands inside my bodice now, cupping my cold breasts, tweaking the hard nipples, tugging them, pulling them harder until I groan with pleasure. CRACK! I almost burst into tears of frustration, it’s so distracting.

“What is it you want, slut?”

“Want you to take me, to fuck me hard, feel you rubbing my clit, squeezing my nipples, just want you everywhere and I want it so fucking bad” CRACK! “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!”

Laughing you hold up your hand to stop your mate. Your hands slide round to my ass, and I feel you parting my cheeks hard again so they feel they’re about to rip. I hear your mate unzipping and his cock sliding inside of me long, hard and thin.

“That what you want whore?”

“Want you too Master.”

Keeping my gaze, you unzip too, and soon you’re pushing into my cunt, feeling the two of you against me with your denim, your leather, and your cocks filling me up. I’m screaming with excitement and exhilaration, my legs shaking on the blocks, my hands above me. I feel your mate shudder and cum in my ass and that’s so horny I’m screaming again, bracing myself against you, wanting to be your whore, your tramp, your slut always.

You pull out and untie the rope above me, and use it to pull me over to the altar, pushing me down hard and burying your face in my cunt. Sensing what I really want you climb onto me and soon I’m talking your cock inside my mouth, tasting my own juices on it while you’re exploring my cunt with your tongue, pinching my lips, tweaking me, making me arch so hard against you I think my back’s gonna break.

And then I’m cumming, I’m cumming, screaming like a thing possessed, and groaning I feel you spurt deep into my mouth, swallowing it all up, so horny, so slutty, so dirty. I lie there laughing now, dazed, my mind blown. You sit up and look down at me, smiling and as I roll over you slap my bare ass.

I start to lace my bodice up again carefully, but you adjust me to push my breasts painfully high, then pull the laces so tight I gasp. I climb down and zip down my skirt with difficult; it’s so tight I can barely stretch round to reach my ass.

Just then there’s the roar of more bikes, and I swallow nervously. You stride over to your friend and speak to him quietly, he nods and laughs and the two of you head out of the door.

I take my chance and look around, the windows are long gone of glass, and I climb up on a rock beneath one of them. Cursing I unzip my dress again and reach up, trying desperately to haul myself up. Just as I pull myself up gasping and can see the trees outside I feel your hand run down the back of one of my legs.

“Leaving us, sexy?”

Fuck, I think, as I freeze, very aware of your hand stroking back up my leg again. With difficulty I wriggle round so I’m sitting on the windowsill looking down at you.

“Sorry Master.”

“You’re mine now, you can’t run from me, you want me too much.”

I nod, my throat dry. “Are you going to punish me, Master?”

No reply, just a slow smile. You climb up onto the rock I’d used, your face level with my breasts, and I feel my nipples hardening. You reach up and tweak one, real hard, and I wince. Your other hand is high inside my skirt now and I part my legs, arching my back towards you.

Softly you speak, looking up at me. “What a slut you are. You know I’m gonna hurt you, you know I’m gonna make you mine, you know I’m gonna make you my whore and punish you until you bleed, and you still can’t say no.”

I nod in distraction, feeling your fingers sliding into my cunt.

“What do you say, whore?”

“Thank you Master.”

“Good girl. Now on you go.”

“Where Master?”

“You’re gonna run from me, it’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Noooooooo, wanna stay and have you fuck me”

You withdraw your hand, sniffing it approvingly. “You have 15 minutes. Then we’re after you, hunting you down like wolves. Pain and punishment, slut, the further you get the more you get. Understand?”

“Yes Master.”

Easily you climb up beside me, and lower me down into the long wet grass of the graveyard. “Now do your skirt up and keep it done up. Keep the shoes on, I like the short steps you take that way and your ass wiggling.”

“Yes Master.”

I turn and run towards the darkness of the trees, hearing you howling and laughing from the church window.

I stumble into the starry darkness, over the lumpy ground of the graveyard. The wall is difficult to climb, but eventually I’m over it and am deep into the trees. It is an ancient woodland and I have to duck low under the trees. Weaving between them is nearly impossible in my leather dress, and it catches on the branches, scratching and ripping. My hair gets caught in branches, tugging and making me wince, and xslot Güncel Giriş I lose time untangling it.

Checking behind me there is not yet any noise, but as I turn back I trip and roll down a bank. My leg crashes against a tree and a thorn scratches deep into my arm, blood dripping on the wet ground, bringing tears to my eyes. I sit for a second cradling it, then crawl forward to a stream that’s running through the glen. I desperately try to cool my burning pain in the numbing water, and I take deep breaths before climbing to my feet again, shaking with the shock of both the cut and the water.

I look downstream to my rightt, and standing very still listen to the water. The burn gurgles quietly, but there is something else too – a wilder noise – a waterfall? Wading through the water to the other side I follow the grassy bank downhill, faster and faster, stumbling, falling.

A chill strikes me as I hear noises in the woods, whistles, shouts, howls. The fear and the pain of my arm force me to my knees and I throw up into the burn, wiping my mouth with a handful of grass, but then I’m up and running again, adrenaline kicking in again.

And at last I reach the waterfall, not as large as I hoped, just a few metres high, but there are rocks for me to edge over alongside the water. I slide again on the wet stones, crying out this time and freezing still, my hand over my mouth, lest I’d been heard. Behind the water there’s scare a space, and I flatten myself against the back of the rock.

For what feels like an age I stay there in the cold, wet, darkness, counting to myself, willing the time away, willing my pursuers away, and I start to slow my breathing again.

The hand thrusting through the water round my throat shocks me totally, my hands come up but I’m powerless as I’m yanked forward, forward into the pool below.

I scream and breathe in the water as I fall in. Though it’s not deep I’m the coldest I’ve ever felt in my life and I struggle up again, gasping for air.

Looking up, you are edging back up along to the bank, and there are now four of your mates looking down at me. I stumble towards you through the pool, defeated, and collapse at your feet.

“Get up, whore.”

I’m so exhausted that halfway up I sway and fall again but you yank me up by the arm.

“Drained, sexy?”

Barely able to nod, to whisper “Yes Master.”

I feel your hands slide round me and I lean back against you.

“Stand up straight bitch, what were you expecting, a cuddle?”

You look round thoughtfully then nod at your mates. “You two” and push me towards them. Together they start ripping my dress, slashing it with knives until my thighs and breasts are bare in the moonlight. I’m frozen in fear, but they are skilful with their blades and do not touch my skin. Then they’re stepping back and I’m shaking semi-naked in the middle of the group, trapped, no-where to run, looking from one to another, terrified, aroused.

“You like cock, slut?”

Nodding, whispering, “Yes please Master”

Laughing. “You are such a slut! Now step 3 steps forward. Turn around. Bend. Hold your ankles. Good girl.”

You have me offering my ass to a huge biker now, one built like a shed. I feel him exploring my ring with his fingers, they feel vast and I shake. The violent thrust of his finger inside of me makes me cry out, but I stay bent over, watching you watching me. He explores my ass, still tender from earlier, then with a twist another enters me, and another. I really am weeping now, silent tears trickling down my cheeks from the pain.

“Stand up, whore.” With difficulty I obey, my ass still very very full of his twisting fingers. “How many can you take?”

“Fingers, Master?”

“Cocks, whore.”

“However many you want, Master?”

“Correct, slut! You have won an extra finger.”

Screaming now, so intrusive in my ass. Then I’m being pulled backwards and he sits down, sliding out his fingers so I gasp in relief. You indicate for me to sit on him, and now he’s sliding his cock up inside of my ass so I’m arching my back again and crying out. He pulls me down on him so my legs are spread and my cunt is open, you can all see how moist you’re making me. Then another biker is kneeling between my legs, but as he goes to enter me you stop him, and indicate he should kneel over me to use my breasts. I hold them close and tight and feel the rhythm of his thrusting, the two men together then as I reach out for something to brace myself I find two more cocks and gently take them. I have four men fucking me now, all except you, the one I want most of all. The biker on top of me is shuddering now and I feel him spurt warm all over my breasts. He groans and sits back, then slaps me hard before rising. We keep fucking and fucking, my hands warm now around their cocks, all moving together while you and your mate watch us, laughing, as first one man than the other cums all over me, one on my face and the other on my breasts again. The biker underneath is cumming now and I’m just used by everyone, no pride, no dignity. He rolls over and slides out, and I’m lying in the grass again, sitting to look up at you.

“You’re filthy, whore, and your clothes are all ripped.”

Nodding.

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The Chrysler 300 crunched up the gravel driveway and stopped out the front of an opulent Massachusetts home. Nick Franklin had visited here a number of times before, but had still never gotten used to Ted’s wealth. Or rather, his parents’ wealth. Yes, being the son of a senator; no less than Edward ‘Teddy’ Covington II, sure had its perks.

Nick pulled on the handbrake and glanced in the rear-view mirror, surreptitiously making sure that he looked the part. He was desperately hoping that Sara would join them for movie night. Ted had joshed him about not hitting on his baby sister, but the plain truth was that even thinking of Sara gave him an instant boner.

‘Baby sis’ was by now a cute brunette in her early twenties, studying while living at home. With a home like this, why not? Sara’s long legs and perfectly rounded ass had tormented him throughout his youth, yet she grew hotter every time that he saw her. (Un)fortunately that was less and less often these days.

The youngest Covington had never shown a firm sign of interest but she’d never given him the brush off either. It was as if both of them had been waiting for the other to make the first move, not wanting to open up to rejection. Or maybe he was imagining the whole thing. Maybe she’d never even thought twice about him.

Nick licked his finger and combed back a lock of his blond hair, practicing a smooth grin. His corn-flower blue eyes and athlete’s physique meant he seldom went short of attention, but Sara was a class-act and he always got clammy when she was around.

After pretty much flaming out in college, he’d been lucky enough to score a professional contract with the Patriots, but it hadn’t been going so well lately. Nick definitely needed to lift his game if he was going to be retained next season and he had no Plan B if he wasn’t.

Yep, here he was; mid-twenties now and still winging it. Of course, Ted had gone direct from college to Harvard and was now working for one of daddy’s friends. And he still lived here, rent free! With Sara! The lucky bastard.

Nick checked his cell. It was seven pm, so he should probably head in. The quarterback was filled with a mixture of emotions; excitement at seeing Ted again after too long, giddy anticipation at the chance of seeing Sara and sheer dread at the possibility of seeing Teddy senior. It was just that he always got nervous around Ted’s dad.

Nick got out of his car, grabbing his phone and a gift bag. He locked up as he walked headed up the white-washed staircase to the grand front door. There was a back lit bell push and a grand door knocker. Nick weighed up the options before selecting the bell push.

Inside he heard a muffled tune ringing out; it sounded like a version of “All Hail to Massachusetts”, the state song. He really hoped that it wasn’t.

*******************

Sara’s bedroom was feminine without being girly. The young brunette lay forward on her vast bed, chin cupped in her hands as she watched a Porn-tube clip on a laptop. Her dark hair cascaded down over her shoulders, sharp emerald eyes intently watching the screen. She was topless and lay with her knees bent, her feet up and ankles crossed above her butt.

All that she wore was a pleated black skirt, which managed to reach about halfway down her tanned thighs before giving up. Other than that, a clean blue blouse on a hanger had been flung alongside her on the white linen.

On the laptop screen, a very toned and very tattooed stud relaxed on a bear-skin rug, while a young platinum blond teased at his erection with her stockinged toes. A watermark in the corner of the screen read “Pantie Queen” in stylized lettering.

Somewhere downstairs the doorbell went off, playing its god-awful tune.

She waited long moments for the housekeeper answer before remembering that it was Tina’s night off.

“Mom! Theodore!” she called, but there was no answer. Sara muttered, sitting up abruptly and throwing on her blouse hurriedly. She hated that damn song and whoever had arrived downstairs, she was pretty sure it wasn’t for her.

There it went again. She hurried from the room, cursing under her breath.

Sara bounded down the vast circular marble staircase, buttoning her blouse as she went. She finally arrived at the front door, flinging it open before that dreadful tune boomed out again.

Nick towered above her on the stoop, his cell in his hand. Sara stood back-lit in the doorway, chandelier light shining through her tousled hair, her blouse half-unbuttoned. By the looks of it she wasn’t even wearing a bra. She blushed, “Shit! Nick Franklin!?” she smiled, “I, uh, wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“I was just about to call Ted,” Nick said, sliding his phone back into his jacket. “Nice to see you again too, Sara. It’s been too long.”

She ushered him in awkwardly. Ted bounded down the stairs, “Don’t worry sis, I got this,” he called ahead, stopping when he saw her at the door. “Unique look! Were you getting ready to go out? Don’t tell xslot me you forgot about movie night?”

Sara casually brushed a hand through her shoulder length hair, “I, uh, did,” she said, her soft green eyes taking in Nick’s hunky frame, clad in tight blue jeans and a classic gray V-cut tee. “But, I guess I could stay.”

Ted pushed past his sister to give Nick a hug. He appeared thin and bookish compared to Nick’s athletic frame. “Nicky baby! You made it! Dump your stuff here.”

Nick dutifully placed his jacket and gift down on a chair by the entrance.

“Great!” exclaimed Ted, guiding his friend into the hallway, “I know we have to catch up, but I gotta show you the new cinema room!”

*******

Left alone, Sara turned to head back upstairs, but paused. Nick had his phone out. She knew that he was a quarterback now, but she wondered if he had any girls on the go currently.

Theo never told her anything, she’d even assumed that the Movie Night planned for tonight was just Ted and her Mom. Which would be the lamest. Now that Nick had showed, she could cancel her evening plans but it was hardly worth doing if he was already spoken for. Maybe she could find out…

Looking around nervously in case of sudden interruption, she slid his phone out from his jacket pocket and tapped the screen. It was still unlocked! Sara checked Nick’s recent calls. Several calls to Ted, Petey and someone called ‘The Choad’. Nice. Oh and his ‘Mom’; what a good boy he was.

She checked Nick’s messages; much the same. Several rooms away, she could overhear the boys still talking technology. Knowing Ted, they would be there for a while.

Time to look at his photos. It couldn’t hurt to find out before she tried any moves, right? He’d thank her for it.

Wow, seeing him on the doorstep had been a shock. Nick sure had filled out since she’d played in the garden with him and Ted as a little boy.

All this time wasted and who know when she’d see him again? She imagined running her manicured nails down his tight six-pack, feeling his muscled body tense under her touch.

She flicked through snap after snap. Some shots of the team training. Flick. Nick with a group of friends in a bar. The boys. Flick, flick. A rock concert. No significant other. Her heart leapt. Maybe she really should put the moves on him tonight. Flick.

Her heart stopped. A selfie of Nick, seemingly at home in his football gear. What a hunk. Flick. He had removed his helmet. Flick. And his vest. Flick. He was tugging down his pants. Her finger hovered. But not for long. Flick.

Holy shit! Holy fucking Christ! There was Nick Franklin, Patriots quarterback, wearing a pair of very elegant ladies panties. And seemingly very pleased to be doing so. God, he was well hung too. Flick.

A close-up. White cotton with red polka dots and a little red bow at the top, straining around his chunky thighs. Flick. His cock tented up through them, his hand resting on his shaft. Flick. Oh, Nick. Flick. Oh. Oh. Oooohhhh.

“Shit! Shit!” Ted was not happy next door.

Sara quickly clicked into SMS, entering her cell number, she selected several of Nick’s compromising photos and posted them to herself.

She could hear Ted still upset not far away, “I don’t believe it!”

Sara hurriedly deleted the sent message from Nick’s history and slipped the cell back into his jacket. Just in time.

Ted grabbed a pair of sneakers from next to the door and threw them on. “What’s up, Theodore?” she drawled.

He looked up angrily, “Pop called. He’s broken down on turnpike 82. Fucking Bentleys! Wants me to pick him up in the Hummer.”

“Tell him and his Bentley to get bent.”

Ted grimaced, “Yeah, sure, Golden Girl can do that. I try that? I’ll get bent.”

He called back to Nick. “I might be an hour or two, get started on something with Sara.”

‘Don’t mind if I do,’ thought Nick.

“Oh, Sah? Mom wanted to join us.” Sara pulled a face, but nodded.

Ted hurried outside. Sara smiled at Nick, as if plotting something. “If you want to head back to the cinema room, Nick, I’ll go fetch mom.”

***************

Nick sat awkwardly at the edge of a couch in the impressively large cinema room. The room was brand-new and no expense had been spared. Two rows of 3-seater couches at the rear were followed by a couple of single armchairs, all arranged before a 25 foot screen. How the other half lived.

He’d been looking forward to catching up with Ted and now he would be alone with Sara for the next few hours. Well, almost alone. His heart drummed in his barrel chest. Maybe he could engineer some time with Sara after the movie, if Ted and his pop weren’t back by then. His cheeks burned. For a big man, this little woman was sure having an impact on him.

He glanced around as Sara entered the room, shortly followed by her mom, Fiona. Fiona looked barely older than he remembered her being when he’d last visited five years ago; it xslot Giriş really was amazing what a quality surgeon could do these days.

Sara’s mom was a trim bottle blond, where he knew that Sara was a natural. She carried a wine glass in one hand, and a bottle of Bud in the other. Nick’s internal alarms went off. Fiona rarely had much of a filter even before alcohol got involved. Must be something to do with Teddy being away so often, but he had always found her to be somewhat over-familiar with him.

“Nick, is that you?! Darling, long time no see,” Fiona drawled, moving to sit next to him on the couch and patting his thigh. “You’ve sure grown into a big boy,” she teased, handing him the beer.

“Mom!” exclaimed Sara and Fiona turned, “Okay, didn’t realize that you had the hots for Nicky,” she teased. Sara rolled her eyes, “Mom!”, she jerked her head to one side and Fiona obediently moved to sit in a plush single chair, just ahead of the 3 seater.

Sara perched at the opposite end of the couch to Nick. “Mom already chose the movie,” she explained, “So I hope you like Nick Cage.”

“I’ve had the hots for him since ‘Peggy Sue Got Married’,” Fiona husked. She flicked the remote and the lights dimmed, the credits for Ghost Rider II came up on the massive screen. “I hope you’re ready for a wild night,” joked Sara, as she relaxed into the sofa.

The movie was only around ten minutes in when Nick felt a warm foot bump up against his hip. He turned to Sara and nearly choked on his beer. The girl of his teenage dreams had her long legs stretched out on the sofa, the glow of the cinema screen illuminating her bare upper flesh.

Even as he watched, she shifted her thighs apart to reveal a cloth triangle of blue and white stripes. The tight material clung to her pudenda, revealing a hefty cameltoe. Nick blushed furiously, turning back to the screen. What was she thinking? He would love to explore those legs, but her mom was sitting right in front of them both.

He refocused on the movie, where Nick Cage was chewing up the screen. A glow came from his right. Sara had her phone out and was clearly not interested in the movie. Nick felt his cell buzz in his pocket. He’d check it later.

Sara’s toe poked him on the hip again. He turned to her and she pointed at her phone, signaling him to check. He sighed. What was she playing at?

He pulled it out and checked the screen. One new message from an unknown number. Nick opened it and gasped. There was a selfie he’d taken a month ago, when he’d treated himself to some new panties. He’d known it was risky at the time, but that had made him feel even hornier.

The photo was clearly him, the white cotton with red polka dots and bow, molded to his hard cock. The message below read:

“CUTE PANTIES. DO U LIKE MINE? S xx”

How the fuck had she- Nick’s cheeks burned with shame. If that photo ever made it on-line, his career was finished. His fat fingers felt like someone else’s, as he poked out a reply:

“THEY LEK GOOD ON YU”

He hit send. Sara checked her phone, smiled and allowed her hand to fall between her legs. Her finger rubbed in circles around her plump mound, clad in those blue and white striped panties. Nick’s mouth felt dry; he took a heavy swig from his bottle.

Sara stretched and stood, “I’m going to grab some popcorn,” she whispered into his ear, slipping from the room.

“How are you enjoying the picture so far?” asked Fiona, turning to him. “Incredible,” was all Nick could say.

A few minutes later, Sara returned with a tub of popcorn. She returned to her position at the other end of the couch. Nick couldn’t help but glance over.

Her legs were parted again and he now saw that her panties had vanished; exposing her bare pussy in the dim, flickering light. He could vaguely make out her bare outer lips and his eyes strained desperately to see more.

His teenage crush leaned over, offering him the popcorn tub. He took a handful and crunched, it was sweet. Fiona called back, “Popcorn?”

Sara pulled a face, but walked over to her mom and offered her a handful.

As she resumed her position on the sofa, she placed the tub between them. Nick absently snacked at the popcorn, sneaking glances at Sara and wondering where this could lead. Her bare foot ran over his crotch, her toes pressing into his growing heat.

He reached down for more popcorn and frowned. His fingers were tangled up in something. Nick pulled his hand from the tub, bringing a warm pair of familiar looking blue and white panties with it. He hurriedly pushed them under his butt, before Fiona turned around again.

His phone vibrated once more:

“PUT THEM ON”

Nick swallowed the last of his beer and stood. “Uh, I’m just grabbing another beer.” Fiona swung her arm back, her eyes fixed on Nick Cage rather than Nick Franklin. “Be a dear, Nicky and top me up too, will you?”

He took her glass and left. Sara smiled and took a satisfied mouthful xslot Güncel Giriş of popcorn, her other hand straying to run up and down her moistening vulva. She had never found a movie so entertaining.

Nick returned in under five minutes, looking a little flushed. He handed a recharged glass to Fiona and retook his seat at the end of the couch.

His crotch was already bulging before Sara’s foot resumed its caress, teasing around the base of his prick. He felt it stiffening as she moved her other foot across to sandwich his shaft, both combining to work up and down his length.

As she did so, she tapped out another message on her phone:

“SHOW ME”

Nick shook his head as he read it and pointed ahead to where Fiona sat. Sara stuck her tongue out. She reached down the side of the couch and pulled up a thin woolen blanket, unfolding and placing it over her and Nick’s lap.

Nick still looked unsure and Sara’s eyes widened with urgency as she impelled him silently to continue.

Nick signed. He didn’t want to upset Sara, especially not now that she had compromising photos of him. Plus, the fact that Fiona was also in the room perversely appealed, the thought of getting caught had made him as hard as granite.

He slid from his jeans, exposing his muscled thighs and Sara’s tight stripy panties, which were working overtime to avoid splitting. They were so tightly stretched around his hefty prick that nothing was left to the imagination.

Nick turned toward Sara, moving his legs up under the blanket, so that his crotch pointed towards her, making it easier for her to reach. She licked her lips and resumed with the foot job.

Another message vibrated his cell:

“CUM IN MY PANTIES FOR ME”

Nick trembled as she continued with the foot job. Sara somehow managed to affect complete nonchalance throughout her actions.

Suddenly, Fiona turned to them both as the scene changed. Nick froze, but Sara’s feet didn’t even miss a beat under the blanket. “This is a great bit coming up, the big climax!” she said.

“I know, Mom, I’ve seen it like, fifty times with you already,” Sara replied. Nick glanced at the time. The movie was near its end and then what?

Sara had obviously had the same thoughts. She reached over and picked up the half empty popcorn tub, her fingers working around the base.

Ted’s younger sister snuggled closer to Nick, placing the tub over his crotch. He blinked. She had deftly torn a neat hole in the base of the tub, so that his cock tented up into it. She rested a hand in the tub and began stroking it around his cock-head. It felt incredible.

“Any more popcorn?” called back Fiona.

Sara’s hand gripped Nick’s shaft tightly, working it up and down, the cotton brushing against his sensitive glans. “No mom, there’s only a few kernels left that haven’t popped.” The film was reaching a climax and a battle was getting noisy. No better time to come.

Nick reached gripped at the couch arm firmly as his cock throbbed urgently. This was so wrong but it felt so right. He moaned softly as his balls twitched. A wave of blurring pleasure swamped his brain, as stream after stream of sticky, warm seed fired out into Sara’s panties, gradually slowing down.

Sara looked down at the popcorn tub in satisfaction. Nick had fired so much jism that a thick, white puddle oozed out from under one side of his strained panties, sliding off into the remaining popcorn.

His imaginative tormentor smiled delightedly, tilting the tub so that none escaped. Nick lay back on the couch exhausted. She picked up her phone and quickly tapped out a message:

“MOVIE NEARLY OVER. NEED MY PANTIES, NOW!”

Nick looked over to her in disbelief. Before he could react, Sara had grabbed the leg of his jeans, yanking them down to quickly strip him under cover of the blanket. He had little choice but to go along with it, else draw attention to them both. On screen, the final fight had finished and things were wrapping up.

He quickly wriggled out of his cummy panties, handing them back to Sara. To his amazement, she stretched out her long legs and quickly pulled them on, making a point to rub the slick and sticky crotch into her pussy, leaving the semi-transparent material glued lewdly around her prominent bare mound.

The screen faded to black and the credits started to roll. Fiona stirred, her wine glass lifting to drain the dregs. Nick scrambled under the blanket to pull on his jeans, finding a leg at the second attempt.

He pulled them up hurriedly, just as Fiona stood. The room lights faded up and Fiona turned just as he was buttoning up his fly. Sara jumped to her feet, whisking away the blanket. “Come on Nick, time to get up.”

He was left exposed, lying on the couch with one hand on his crotch, which he hurriedly moved away. Fiona didn’t react.

“Your cells were buzzing non-stop,” Fiona complained, “Don’t you kids ever take a break?”

“Theodore was keeping me up to date on Daddy,” Sara replied. “They’re having problems with the haulage firm. Going to be another hour or so.”

Fiona wrinkled her nose. “How can we keep you entertained? Need another beer, Nick?”

Nick put his hand up, “Nuh-uh, Mrs Covington. I’m driving home later.”

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Number 26 South Downs Road turned out to be a large Victorian house in a tree-lined row of similar properties near the seafront. Surrounded by mature trees and bushes that screened prying eyes from both sides and the back, the front of the house was mostly hidden behind a brick wall. Only a pair of wrought iron gates afforded a limited view of the gardens and the ground floor.

I glanced at my watch. 5 minutes to go. It was still warm and the late Friday evening sun cast a golden glow on the stonework that surrounded an immaculately painted dark blue front door. As I stood gazing at the house, I was filled with an equal mixture of excitement and apprehension. My head was telling me to back out before it was too late but in my trousers, my cock had that heavy pull of desire, the same desire that had got me here in the first place. Images from the last few months replayed themselves in my mind……..

It had been my last summer term at the school. Exams had come and gone early in the semester and it had only remained to see out the last few long, boring weeks before the summer holidays and then, results permitting, an onward trip to university. The summer was hot and being free of the exams, the seniors were given almost total freedom to come and go from their boarding houses. Most days I had spent wandering the promenade, eying up the girls in their bikinis. Inevitably at 18, I was permanently horny and my “cruising” nearly always had to be interrupted by so that I could relieve myself by masturbating in one of the many public toilets on the seafront.

Although often dark and smelly, the cubicles always carried a good supply of graffiti. Crude pornographic drawings of men fucking women and men fucking and sucking other men adorned nearly every square inch of wall and door space, interspersed with gay sex stories and messages like ” Cock Fun here every Wednesday” or “Gay man, 30’s, wants fucking”. It was a wanker’s paradise and I had long since lost count of the number of times I had cum whilst reading it all. Although I liked girls, I was, even then, hugely turned on by the gay stories and drawings. Some of the messages read things like “Mandy TV wants a big cock to play with” and these were nearly always accompanied by a drawing of a man dressed in female underwear, stockings and high heels, bent over and being fucked by a huge cock. For some reason, these turned me on the best and I had frequently fantasised about how it would feel to be dressed up like that and then be sucked and fucked.

Being young, slightly built and reasonably good looking, I had often been approached by gay guys looking for some “fun”. In the early days, I had allowed them to wank me off in the stalls but in truth, I had been scared to do anything more. Looking back, I must have been very confused about my sexuality and obviously had no concept of being gay or bisexual. All I knew was that the more I visited these toilets, the more I

– 2 –

looked forward to going again and the more I thought about gay sex. Inevitably, these wanking sessions gave way to my first blowjob.

This particular day, I had done my tour of the seafront and was heading for my favourite cottage. Standing just outside the entrance was a tall, well-groomed man in his fifties with grey hair and blue eyes. As I passed he smiled at me and there was something about him that made me stop and look back over my shoulder at him. Unlike many of the men I had had contact with, his smile seemed genuine rather than lecherous, almost avuncular in its warmth. His clothes suggested money and he stood with an air of confidence. He watched me staring at him and winked at me.

Moments later he followed me to the stalls and as I slowly wanked my already rigid cock he stood next to me, pretending to take a piss. He looked at my face for a second and then down at my crotch.

“Nice” he said.

I nodded my thanks and turned so he could see more of me.

“My name’s Gerald” he said and reached a cool, slim hand down to my cock.

I said nothing. His hand moved with a slow sensuality, teasing the hard flesh in a gentle rhythm. Occasionally he let his thumb wander over the end, smearing my precum over the helmet.

He stopped wanking me and said, “follow me”.

He led me to one of the cubicles and once inside, he sat on the cracked seat and motioned me forward. Before I realised what was happening, my cock was enveloped in his warm, moist mouth. It felt incredible as he slowly tongued the end, licking gently at the single eye and then enveloping my shaft completely between his lips. As he sucked, his hands found by zip and with deft movements, he undid my trousers before pulling them and my underpants down to my knees.

As he continued to suck me, both his hands reached behind me to my buttocks where he stroked and gently kneaded the flesh. After a few moments, one hand started to investigate the cleft between my cheeks and with unerring accuracy, I felt his fingers find my rear hole. His touch was light but insistent and I felt Betturkey myself respond by opening my legs further to assist him. Without trying to penetrate me, just pressed against my asshole, feeling my sphincter contract and relax as my cock throbbed in his mouth. Meanwhile, his other hand had stolen underneath my shirt and had located one of my nipples. He stroked and squeezed it in the same rhythm as he was sucking me. It was fantastic and I could feel myself rapidly approaching a massive climax.

“I’m gonna cum”, I gasped.

I expected him to pull back like most men did but instead, the hand on my ass pulled me firmly forwards, burying my cock deep in his mouth. At the same time, he pinched my nipple hard. It felt like jolt of electricity and a spike of pure pleasure lanced its way through me direct to the very tip of my cock.

It was enough to tip me right over the edge and with an animal grunt, I unloaded spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum into his waiting mouth. Gerald continued to suck me, drawing fresh gushes of jism into his throat and then, as the spasms subsided, he let

– 3 –

his lips and his tongue wander softly over my weakening cock until at last, he had drained every drop from me.

Afterwards, on wobbly legs, I followed him outside and instead of scurrying away, as I did normally, I followed him to a bench overlooking the sea and sat down.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

I exhaled deeply, blowing my cheeks out with an exaggerated sigh. “You’ve got to be joking” I replied, grinning.

“What’s your name?”

“Paul”

“Perhaps we can meet again, Paul” said Gerald and meet again we did, several times in fact over the next few weeks. It was usually the same; him waiting for me and then a long slow sucking until I blew my load between his eager lips. He never wanted me to touch him and when I had reached for his cock, he had gently restrained my hand. I hadn’t cared really, for me it was just a series of gloriously free blowjobs.

It was on one of these occasions that he had noticed me looking at a particularly graphic picture on one of the cubicle walls. It showed a disembodied pair of legs, wide apart and dressed in stockings and suspenders. Whoever the legs belonged to had a huge erection that was gushing out great blobs of cum whilst an equally huge cock was imbedded balls deep in his ass. Later, when we were sitting in his car, Gerald asked me if I liked female underwear, “undies”, he called them.

I had nodded. “Yes, for some reason they really turn me on” I’d replied.

“Have you ever worn any?” he asked.

“No, but I’d love to,” I’d said.

“I love them too” Gerald said, “I’d love to really seduce you whilst you were dressed up” he added.

My cock rehardened immediately at the thought. “Sounds great”.

“I don’t mean just give you a blow job” Gerald had said, ” I mean really seduce you. Make you want me to fuck you, teach you how to suck and fuck another man. Treat you like my little virgin bride. I know you’d like that, all those pretty undies. It would make you so horny. Trust me, I know. I promise, I wouldn’t hurt you and I wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to but I can also promise you this, you will have the most exciting, most pleasurable time you have had, ever.

” I’m not sure,” I’d said.

Gerald leant across the seat towards me. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

I nodded and then he bent forwards and kissed me. To my surprise, his mouth was soft and instinctively I returned the kiss, letting his tongue into my mouth where it caressed my own tongue and licked sensuously over my lips. It was the first time that I had kissed another man and although I had snogged a number of girls, this time it was me that felt like the girl, overwhelmed by my gentle but firm masculine lover. I melted into that kiss, letting Gerald dictate the pace. His hands stroked my legs, my nipples and the straining erection beneath my trousers. With each caress of his smooth, probing tongue, my excitement mounted and I knew then that I wanted him to take me, to make me his, to seduce me into being his “little girl”. I wanted to be the owner of the stocking-clad legs on the cubicle wall and I wanted Gerald to be the one to take my virginity, to push a fat cock into my ass, to make me cum and cum.

– 4 –

Finally he broke the kiss.

“Spend a couple of weeks with me in your holidays” he said “or at least a weekend”.

………..so, here I was, still nervous about what might happen to me but trusting the man who I knew was going to change my life completely.

I pushed open the gate and walked to the door.

Gerald opened the door before I had the chance to press the bell.

” I was watching you” he said, “come in”.

I walked into a long airy hallway with thick carpet and patterned wallpaper. An antique hallstand and telephone table stood against one wall and I could see a broad staircase leading off to the right. At the end of the hall, a set of double Betturkey Giriş doors led through to a sitting room.

Gerald closed the door behind me and took my hands in his.

“Thank you for coming” he said and stooped to kiss me.

It was a warm, very brief, kiss on the lips but in that very instant, I was immediately transformed back from being a man to a naïve, submissive girl/boy. My cock hardened and pressed against him. Gerald reached down and squeezed it.

“What it is to be young” he sighed. “We’ll have to deal with that soon won’t we?”

I laughed. “Whenever you like”.

“Later” he said, “come and have a drink”.

We went through to a large sitting room with deep sofas and armchairs. The furniture gleamed under a fresh coat of polish and the smell of lavender hung in the air. Landscape watercolours hung in antique gilded frames and a pair of French doors stood wide open, flooding the room with the late evening sun. It was warm and comfortable and any fears I may have had were quickly banished. This felt like home.

Gerald handed me a frosted glass of cold beer.

“I poured it ready for you when I saw you at the gates” he said, as if reading my unspoken question. ” I wasn’t sure you were going to come in but now that you’re here, I promise you everything I said and a bit more. Did you have any trouble getting away?”

“No, not at all” I said. “My parents are away for the next 6 weeks and I have the house to myself. It was simply a case of letting a neighbour know I was away, locking the house and getting on the train. I did have to give this address though, just in case anything should go wrong at home. If anyone asks, I’ll say that one of my college friends lives here”.

Gerald nodded. “Good” he said. “I’ve been really looking forward to seeing you again and boy, do I have some plans for you”.

He grinned at me and led me to one of the sofas.

“Help yourself to more beer” he said, “they’re in the fridge”.

– 5 –

For the next couple of hours we talked about anything and everything and as the sun went down and the world outside went from gold to red and from red to a pale pink twilight, Gerald closed the French doors and pulled the long velvet curtains. Switching on a couple of table lamps, he went over to the television and video cabinet.

“I’ve got something for you to watch” he said. “You’ll like it”.

He turned the television on and thumbed a button on the VCR remote control. After a brief pause, the screen was filled with a picture of two naked men in the act of making love. One of them was standing upright, his head stretched back, the muscles and sinews in his neck taut, veins thick like ropes. Long blond hair, bedraggled with sweat hung down on his neck and his mouth was pulled back in an expression of agonising ecstasy. In front of him, a dark haired man was kneeling down, bobbing his head in a long, slow rhythm, his mouth filled with the longest fattest cock I had ever seen. Both men were young, with hard muscled bodies that glistened in a fine sheen of moisture. The dark haired guy also sported a massive cock, which he was wanking furiously. There was no music as in most porno movies and all that could be heard were animal-like grunts and groans and the sound of sucking as wet lips forced their way over the thick shaft.

Gerald had sat down beside me and was gently stroking my thigh.

“Can you imagine what it would be like to have that in your mouth? Can you imagine the load of cum that it’s going to blow?” he asked. “I’ll bet you’d like to have your cock sucked like that, wouldn’t you?”

My attention was riveted to the screen. “Er, yes, sure” I mumbled.

Gerald deftly unzipped my flies and pulled my now aching erection out of my trousers. He lowered his head and I felt his mouth engulf me. As I watched the video, he matched the speed of the guy doing the sucking and it was easy to imagine myself in the place of the blonde guy. I’d been in a state of almost permanent excitement since I entered the house and in seconds I was ready to cum. Gerald must have sensed this because he slowed his movements and started to just flick his tongue over my bell end.

After a few minutes, the man on the video yelled that he was going to cum and as he pulled his rock hard cock out of his partner’s mouth, Gerald suddenly sucked me deep and hard.

My first gush of cum erupted almost at the exact same time as a long rope of thick jism shot out of the huge cock on the screen and splashed onto the face of the guy at his feet. We were cumming together, grunting together, unloading jet after jet of our hot, thick male cream together, he onto his partners upturned face and me into Gerald’s waiting throat.

As my erection subsided, Gerald got up from the sofa.

“Keep watching” he said, “it gets more interesting. I’ll be back in a minute”.

He left the room and I heard him start up the stairs.

Meanwhile, on the video, the darker haired guy had bent over the back of a chair Betturkey Güncel Giriş and was pulling his ass cheeks wide apart. The film never actually showed the initial penetration but instead, cut to a close up of the blond guy’s long, thick cock pushing deeply into his lovers rear hole. It seemed impossible to me that anyone could take something so big back there and I thought how much it must be hurting. When the camera pulled back however, I could see nothing but sheer pleasure on the face of the

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guy getting fucked. In fact, if anything, he was pushing back, meeting the thrusts as if to get more and more cock inside him.

I didn’t hear Gerald return but suddenly his voice was whispering close to my ear.

“Are you ready, my darling?” he said.

I got off the sofa and took the hand that he offered. Then, with one final look at the screen, I let the tall, elegant man, who was about to be my seducer, my lover, lead me up the hall to the staircase.

Gerald led me into a large square bathroom in the corner of which was a bath filled to the brim and almost overflowing with scented bubbles. He undressed me, pausing only to run his fingers through the dark mass of hair on my chest and then he led me to the bath. I got in and he began to wash me, gently soaping and rinsing and massaging the scented bath oil into my skin. My cock was iron hard and leaking copious amounts of precum and every few minutes, Gerald would lean down and lick it away.

“Now” he said, ” lets get you really ready. If you’re going to be my little girl virgin, we’ve got to make you like on, haven’t we?”

He picked up a safety razor and began to shave my chest. Using long strokes, the hair fell away into the bath. Next came my legs, front and back, my buttocks, under my arms and finally, the razor descended between my legs. Taking infinite care not to nick the delicate skin, Gerald shaved my cock, my balls and instructing me to bend over, the whole of my rear cleft. He finished by removing all the rest of my pubic hair and the hair that I had left on my stomach. After he had rinsed me with the shower hose, he led me from the bath and started drying me.

“Feel yourself,” he said.

I ran my hands over my chest, down over my stomach to my crotch. The feeling was incredible, soft smooth skin had replaced the coarse hair and the touch of my hands was exciting me beyond belief. I could feel the cool air playing across my nakedness, focussing my attention on my nipples, my cock and my ass. My cock seemed to swell and get even harder.

Gerald stroked my cheek. “You look fabulous” he said, “young, like a little virgin ready for her first experience. Now go through that door and finish getting ready for me while I take a shower.”

I went through the door he indicated and into a large bedroom. In the middle of the room stood a king-size bed. Even as I walked, the air moving on my hairless skin raised goose bumps of sensual pleasure and my toes sank into the thick pile of the carpet. Beside the bed were two nightstands, each with a soft-glowing lamp on it. Wardrobes graced one wall and more velvet curtains covered a wide window.

I looked on the bed and saw, much to my delight and excitement, that Gerald had laid out a full set of matching “undies” in cream satin and lace. I picked up a pair of stockings that also lay there and with only slight hesitation, I began to dress myself. The feeling of pulling on the tight nylons was delicious. They slipped easily over my smooth skin and bathed each leg in a sheath of sensuality. Next, I put on a suspender belt and after a few clumsy attempts, successfully attached the clips to the tops of my stockings. They pulled taut as I stood up, further heightening my arousal. Picking up

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the matching bra, I fastened it around by chest and put my arms through the shoulder straps. Gerald had obviously selected the smallest cup size and the cool satin rested on my now very sensitive nipples.

I walked over to the full-length mirror that stood at the end of the bed and looked at myself. What I saw nearly made me faint with desire. Looking back at me was a girl dressed in the most erotic underwear imaginable, except that where there should have been a vagina, the stockings and suspender belt framed a totally hairless pair of testicles and an achingly stiff cock that was leaking precum in a slimy trail down its entire length. Every movement I made seemed to stretch the elastic of the lingerie and I fancied that I was in the most sensual bondage. Every square centimetre of skin that was touched by the satin and the lace seemed to be alive with nerve endings, every one of which led straight to my cock. I badly wanted to touch it, to wank, just a little but I knew that if I did, I would cum immediately. The self-imposed torture heightened my pleasure even more and so instead of giving in, I quickly pulled on the final piece, a pair of panties, and with my leaking cock straining out over the lacy top and my heart thumping with excitement, I lay on the bed and waited.

Gerald came to me a few minutes later. He had showered and shaved and I could smell shampoo as he stood beside the bed looking at me. He was wearing a long paisley patterned silk robe and his hair was slicked back. He smiled at me.

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Dear Reader, thank you so much for reading this story. It has taken nearly a year of my writing life to get the whole thing finished. This is Chapter 14 of 14 chapters and the total is over 250,000 words. It is my Dirk Diggler/Jack Horner act of hubris: my attempt to write an erotic adventure story that pulls you in with a story you want to read, even when there isn’t any sex going on (though there is a lot of sex. Crazy, weird, fun sex). It is the most ambitious piece of erotic fiction I have ever attempted. So I hope you enjoy it.

With that said, this book is not for everyone. It will be too long for many people (no shame in that, it is a big time investment). Some of the sex scenes are intense and include themes like hermaphroditism, non-consensual activity, incest, etc. For some people, that will likely be the appeal. In fact, while this story is definitely not for everyone, I think for a select group of people this story will essentially have everything you could ever ask for. So if that is you, congratulations, you found that thing you have been searching for. You can skip ahead to the sex and I won’t be offended, but I think this story is more than the sum of its parts. If you read this whole story, you will not be disappointed.

In Chapter 1, our main character, Princess Varis, finds that her father has died and that, by virtue of the fact that she is a hermaphrodite and can father a child, she is now the Sultanah. In Chapter 2, Varis unearthed a conspiracy to destroy her Empire led by Rahip, the Cardinal of the “New Religion” and later she received her coronation. In Chapter 3, Varis humiliated the New Religion and raised the morale of her besieged people. In Chapter 4, Varis lifted the siege through a daring midnight raid. In Chapter 5, Varis survived an assassination attempt and visited her harem. In Chapter 6, Varis faced a challenge to her authority and seduced a noblewoman to maintain it. In Chapter 7, Varis defeats the raiders and comforts a peasant girl. In Chapter 8, Varis is briefly engaged and kills her fiancé for betraying her. In Chapter 9, Varis slept with a member of the harem, her half-sister, while her aunt watched. In Chapter 10, Varis wed her sister and consummated the marriage. In Chapter 11, Varis sleeps with two new hermaphrodite members of the harem. Chapter 12, Varis performs a sexual ceremony with three surprising women. In Chapter 13, Kardes and Arkadas are murdered and Varis gets revenge on Hain’s daughter.

Some recurring characters you might want by name are Varis (the Sultanah and narrator), Cin (the head priestess of Gunes), Arkadas (Varis’ friend and servant), Kardes (Varis’ older sister), Nislani (Varis’ younger sister), Rahip (a Cardinal of the ‘new religion’), Duke Hain (an important lord opposing Varis), Lord Sadik (a minor lord who has spoken in support of Varis); King Sican (the leader of Dusman, a rival kingdom), Prince Lider (Sican’s son); King Köylü (the leader of Temsilci, a rival kingdom); Agiz and Got (Subordinate Sun Priestesses); Saygili (Varis’ guard); Soyguncu (a pickpocket and spy for Varis); Tutuklu (the head concubine of the harem); Kukla (a noblewoman); Maderşahi (the leader of Anaerki, an ally). Further, Gunes is the name of the Sun God, Tanri is the name of the ‘new god.’ The city where the story is set is Şehir in the country of Ülke and the Empire of Bütün Dünya. If you need more…reread the earlier chapters.

Please, please, please, please, please tell me what you think after you read this. I put an embarrassing amount of work into this and I want to know what you think. Especially if it is good things.

*****

Chapter 14: Renewal

I didn’t hear the door open; I was completely oblivious to the world around me. It was the morning after the failed coup attempt and I had awoken feeling totally unsettled. I was thinking a lot about Arkadas, Kardes, Got, and Agiz. I was even thinking about Saygili and Cin, who had been injured on my behalf. I didn’t know what I felt about it anymore. I was so numb. I just knew, despite the fact that I had just woken up, that I was tired. So, unbelievably tired. All of my joints seemed to ache and my head was foggy. Without really planning anything, I had gotten up from my bed naked and started writing. I didn’t even know what I would be writing, but the words started to come. And the more I wrote, the more defeated I felt. My head was practically laying on the desk when the door opened.

“Varis…” a small voice said. Nonetheless, I was so completely on edge and so engrossed in my writing that my shoulders jumped and I turned quickly in my chair. For a moment I had an image of the throne room the night before, the doors busting open and the traitors piling in. But I relaxed as I saw Nislani standing just a few feet away from me. She was wearing her nightgown and her hair was slightly messy. I wondered briefly where she’d slept. She hadn’t come in. Thank Gunes.

“Hello Nislani,” I said flatly. Then I turned and began writing again. It was like I’d never left. There was a long Betturkey silence where the only noise was my pen moving across the paper. I could sense that Nislani did not move. She just looked at the back of my head.

“I am sorry,” she said eventually and I barely heard it. There was another paused, “About Arkadas…and Kardes…” even as she spoke the names I could hear tears well in her eyes. I set down my pen and turned to her. My sister was crying, her head drooped and her shoulders slouched. She shook her head.

“You don’t need to apologize,” I said, still sounding unnecessarily cold. I was surprised by the sound of my voice. I hadn’t intended any anger at Nislani. I realized that whatever emotion I used to call hate and attach to Nislani was nothing of the sort. A minor emotion by comparison to real hate. I knew that now. Nonetheless, I let the cold words hang. Part of me wanted to comfort her, she looked so pitiful. But I lacked the will to do it. I lacked the warm feelings necessary to comfort someone else.

“But I do…” she said, looking up behind red eyes, “I have so much to apologize for…”

“Not for Kardes and Arkadas,” I responded, “Or anything else that happened last night. Anything you have to apologize for pales in comparison to that anyway.”

“That isn’t true,” she said, “That isn’t true at all and you know it.”

“Well what is it then?” I asked sharply. I felt so very weary. Nislani, for the first time in her life, did not respond to my anger. She grew quiet for a moment and then spoke.

“I need to apologize for being childish,” she said.

“You are only 18, that happens,” I said, hoping that was the end of it.

“No! Not like that. I have behaved like a spoiled brat…well forever. But in a way that I cannot justify since you became the Sultanah. I don’t know if I was jealous of you or…what. But I was wrong. And I am sorry.”

“Why now? Why are you apologizing? Because you feel bad that my lover and our sister have died?” I asked, sounding more annoyed than angry. Nislani shook her head vehemently. I wanted to tell her not to bother to explain, that I didn’t really care. But I lacked the will to speak. I just sat, defeated, while my sister struggled to explain her un-relatable feelings.

“No, not that at all! Well, yes it is. But not like you think. I am not apologizing because I feel bad. But the fact that they…died. It change the way I thought about everything. I don’t know…I know there has been a war going on. I mean I saw it. But it…didn’t feel real before. I just…I didn’t recognize it,” she was clearly struggling with her explanation. I found it wanting.

“You know our father and our brothers were killed in this war,” I replied sharply.

“I am sure I cried far more tears for Father and our brothers than you ever did,” Nislani stated without malice, “It was not that. They were men. That is what men do. They fight in wars and sometimes die. It was horrible, but it was expected. This with Kardes and Arkadas…they were women. And gentle. And sweet. And they killed them,” she was crying again now.

“Nislani…” I said, trying to calm her, but she raised her hand and continued.

“I didn’t understand the stakes Varis. I really didn’t. I just thought you were using your throne to lord over me because you could. Like we were playing games. It seems so stupid now. What a small part of all this I was, but I felt so much like…Like I was in the center. Now I know. You were hard on me and you were mean. But most of the time, in the last few months, you had to be. The margin for error was so small. You were balancing so many lives…I am so sorry I didn’t help. This is as much my fault as anyone else.”

Perhaps in another time or another place, I would have felt vindicated. I don’t know. She had just admitted to me all of the things that I had accused her of or at least suspected. But my empty feeling stayed with me. I kept looking at her and I shrugged my shoulders. What did any of this matter anyway?

“Well don’t worry about it,” I said, “It is all over now anyway.” Nislani’s brow furrowed and she tilted her head to the side.

“What do you mean? Because the collaborationist are all dead? But Dusman is still out there. Surgun and Temsilci too…” Nislani’s brow was furrowed and she tilted her head to the side.

“Not like that,” I said, “I cannot do this Nislani. I tried. I am not cut out for it. This will take care of it.” As I spoke I lifted up the paper I had been writing on. It felt so heavy in my hands. I hadn’t even admitted to myself yet what I was writing. I had just let the words pour out of me and onto the page. But I felt strangely light when I said those words to my sister.

“What is it?” she asked, sounding nervous. I looked at it for a long while and then sighed.

“It is the end of all of this,” I said. Nislani took a few steps closer to me and shrugged.

“I don’t know what that means Varis, what does it say?” She replied. I sighed again Betturkey Giriş and looked at the paper. Well, I was going to need to explain it a lot anyway, I might as well do it now. After all, it concerned Nislani.

“It is a letter to King Sican. I apologize in it for attacking his troops. I lament the war. I ask for forgiveness. I beg for a truce. I offer to annul our marriage. I offer your hand to Lider in marriage. I further offer to resign as Sultanah so that Lider can now take his throne,” I said coldly. Nislani’s jaw dropped.

“No!” she said, sounding surprised and angry at the same time. I shrugged and nodded. It was absolutely true. That, more or less, was what I had been working on since I woke up that morning. I guess I had come to the same realization that Nislani had. This was not a game. I was not dealing with domestic, womanly issues and gossipy tiffs. I was in the middle of a war. I was a leader in that war. And my mistakes reverberated throughout society. Every mistake I made cost lives. Other people’s lives. Kardes and Arkadas for sure, but they had simply brought the issue home to me. But scores of others had died as a result of my actions. And what was I doing? Simply flailing around, doing whatever felt right in the moment. I had no idea what I was doing and I was hardly in a position to take responsibility for my actions.

These ideas seemed to have come fully formed in my mind when I awoke and it was only a matter of automatically putting them to paper. I didn’t even feel bad about it. No, when I woke up my self-hatred and guilt may have been gone and but I hadn’t forgiven myself for what had happened. I had simply stopped feeling anything about. I accepted that there was nothing I could do that my mistakes were inevitable. But only because I recognized my limitations as a leader and as a woman. And I resolved that no one else would die to vindicate my pride and my ego. I would take the full brunt of dishonor on myself. I would quit. I would let the men have their sphere and I would return, chastened, to mine.

“You can’t do that!” Nislani said, she almost seemed like she would say more, but held up.

“Nislani, I can’t not do it!” I said, sounding desperate. For the first time that morning, I was really feeling something. I didn’t really understand why I felt so strongly about this, but I followed my emotions. I knew that I would find my reasons there.

“After you’ve been through so much…why quit now?” she asked, sounding more angry than incredulous. I began to speak then, the words pouring out of me without thought. The motivation for my abdication came out of me easily, as though I had not avoided thinking about it all morning.

“What am I becoming Nislani?” I asked, but did not stop to hear her response, “You don’t understand the evil that is taking root in me, that is corrupting me from the inside. You don’t know the things I’ve done. I have killed people Nislani! I had ordered actions that have resulted in still greater deaths. And I don’t feel anything about it. I caused my friend…my sister…to die. I did that with my actions, and I cannot even make myself feel anything about it. Last night…I can’t even describe what I did last night. Or what I tried to do. I tried to…crush a woman’s soul, to extinguish it. I felt…good about it. But these are not games, I am not play acting. There are consequences that I cannot even fathom to the actions I take. And I can do it, I know that I can. But, who am I Nislani? Are these things that I can live with as a person? Everything I do, I do from necessity. This is what it takes to be on the throne. This is what the Sultanah does. Is that what I want? Can Varis survive this? I don’t think so anymore, I am eating up the part of me that exists outside of this office. Burning it up to become… What? Miserable. I need it stop.” Nislani looked at me in stony silence and then responded as though she had not even heard my concern.

“You have no right to abandon your throne. It belongs to our family and you are the only one who can sit in it!”

“I don’t belong in it any more than any other person, it is a man’s chair and I am a woman. I have tried to do what men do, but I don’t have the stomach for it. Or I don’t have the stomach for the fact that I have the stomach for it. I am going to stop before I kill someone else,” I explained, I could feel tears coming to my eyes as well. I was surprised. I didn’t know I could feel anything, not even frustration. It was so much bitterer to say all of this aloud. I shook my head. It had all been an illusion. It was like being with Kozla the night before. The power had seemed so present, so awe inspiring in the moment when I was acting as Sultanah, but once the pleasure faded I was left feeling empty. Powerless.

“Well of course you’ve failed if you definition of success is ‘acting like a man,’ Varis. Regardless of what is between your legs, you are a woman. And you will succeed by acting like a woman.”

“Succeed like I have Betturkey Güncel Giriş to this point? With a trail of blood and the bodies of loved ones in my wake?” I asked.

“If necessary, yes,” Nislani said, “That is what you must do. Just like I must be by your side,” she said, moving slightly closer to me. I felt so frustrated, it was as if she was purposefully not listening to me.

“Nislani, no one on Earth wants me in that throne. It is not right. I don’t know how to do it!”

“That is a lie!’ Nislani shot back, “Think of all you have achieved! You seized the throne, you established your church, you drove off our invaders, you gained control of the government, you protected the countryside, you made allies, you ensured the continuation of our dynasty, and you resisted a coup. A man didn’t do those things. Father could not have. And you didn’t do them as any man would. You did them as Varis would do it. As a woman would do it.”

“No!” I shot back, “There is a difference between the Sultanah and Varis. I was playing a role as the Sultanah, but I am just Varis…”

“You are the Sultanah, Varis. There has never been another Sultanah. Those two things are one in the same.”

“Arkadas understood. She knew the real me. She was the only one. She knew that the public Sultanah and the private Varis were different. And the private me, that is the only one that is real,” I explained, “I just want to go back to that.” The frustration was building now. I knew I sounded childish and petulant now. The things I said…they sounded absurd and inconsequential. But I could feel the truth of them anyway. I was split in two and I always had been. There were Varis, the girl who loved her friend and had romantic dreams about her future. And there was the Sultanh, the man who ran the country with an iron fist. These were two separate sides of me and one of them was an Act. And I was tired of maintaining the fiction. It was breaking down. Or collapsing into the fiction and losing my real self.

“Arkadas is dead. If she was the only one who knew the ‘real you’ then the ‘real you’ is dead as well,” Nislani said, her voice not sounding as heartless as her words, “You are the Sultanah and your achievements are your own. And you have no right to stop now.”

“I just don’t want this anymore…” I said.

“Did you ever?” she asked. But before I could respond, “And what about what I want? I do not want to marry Lider. I do not want our marriage annulled.”

“That is not what you said when our father’s body was still warm,” I said cruelly. I saw Nislani’s eyes grow dark and she moved closer to me. I knew I had provoked her. I wanted it. I wanted to get us fighting, I was tired of her harangue. I had made up my mind, I was quitting. If she would just fight me and get pissed and leave, maybe she would realize it was for the best. Nislani’s hands were balled in fists and she leaned down towards. Me I was ready for her to hit me. I wanted it. And then I felt it.

A kiss. I didn’t expect that. Not in the slightest. I was suddenly thrown; I didn’t know how to react. Nislani took advantage of my confusion. Her lips parted and her tongue played across mine. Instinctively, my lips opened and our tongues poured together between our mouths. Nislani’s hand rose and caressed my cheek gently as she kissed me. She placed her remaining hand on my knees so she could lean down towards me, closer. But for a brief moment, she broke the kiss and pulled back. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Nislani looking at me with round, innocent eyes. I looked back.

“I love you Varis,” she said, her voice sounding even and calm. My mouth opened and then closed. She continued, “I love you as my sister. I love you as my Sultanah. And I love you as my wife. I am sorry I didn’t recognize it before.” And then her eyes closed and she leaned in to kiss me. I felt her words, and more importantly the feelings behind those words, wash over me. For a moment, they took my thoughts away. Words came anyway.

“I love you too,” I said, feeling the honesty in that expression. I hadn’t expected to say that either. I didn’t even know I meant it. Everything that had been happening before seemed to fade into the past. Nislani had diffused the frustration, changed it all around.

Nislani smiled as her lips pressed once again into mine. Our lips parted and my tongue explored the wet, warm cavern of her mouth. I felt her teeth and her gums and the taste of her saliva. Her tongue met mine and the soft bumps of our taste buds moved together. There was a wet sound of our tongue moving together and I felt the defeated feeling inside of me recede, slightly. After a long minute, Nislani once again broke our kiss. But she stayed close, her lips still almost touching mine and our eyes close together.

“It wasn’t only Kardes and Arkadas,” Nislani said, and her eyes dropped for a moment, “I mean that was the final straw, but it was something else. Something else that brought me here this morning,” She whispered.

“What?” I asked, more confused than ever. Without speaking, Nislani reached down to my side and took my hand. She lifted it and then gingerly placed it against the fabric covering her stomach. She looked up at me, he eyes once again shining with tears. Somehow, I still did not know what she was going to say.

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Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on “forced”) feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression.

I hope you do enjoy this chapter if you decide to continue reading. If you do enjoy this chapter, please leave a comment/feedback and let me know!

Act 3 will have moments of intense physical violence.

Act 3 is also the shortest being only three chapters long.

Thank you.

*****

Somewhere on the I-90

Washington State

October 17th, 2016

The electricity that had coursed through the veins of his comrades had finally been grounded and cut off. In every seat, besides the front of the car, the sounds of peaceful slumber could be heard. Peter did not know when everyone had decided to almost simultaneously pass out. He only knew that when Petal had rested her head on his shoulder and began to drool onto his lap. To some such an action would have been highly disgusting, disturbing or perhaps insulting. But to him, he had found it for a lack of better word charming.

In all of his time in the prison that was Blackstone, he had never seen Petal asleep nor any of his friends for that matter. So, he couldn’t help but smile when nearly the entire car had thrown away their manic energy and slipped into a calm and delicate sleep. That they had felt so safe, so at peace, that they had just let themselves go with no notion of the dangers that could potentially surround them.

But both of his friends in the front seat were wide awake. He was thankful for Belle’s resilient and strong nature or whatever had kept him awake behind the wheel as they drove ever down the interstate. But he couldn’t help but feel a bit confused at Lily who had not for one moment taken her eyes off the rearview mirror. He focused on her almost angered expression, her cold eyes that didn’t seem to even regard any of them in her sight. She meant him no harm and he knew that to be fact, but a chill still ran down his spine regardless. She was so incredibly tightly wound that he worried she was going to snap at any mere moment. Peter couldn’t help but worry that all of the craziness had broken down Lily’s spirit. That she was on the verge of breakdown the likes he had never seen anyone before. He could feel his heart race at the mere thought of such a thing. He had spent the majority of his adult life working retail and so the very idea of such a thing had gripped his heart tightly with fingers of icy-cold dread. Then he sighed in relief as he realized what it truly was.

She wasn’t about to break but instead she was so tightly would to prepare to lash out at any danger that would dare to come her way. She had not broken but instead had focused all of her willpower into an unbreakable shield to safeguard herself and possibly all of them from any future or incoming harm. He wanted to say something to her. To tell her that it would all be alright and that there was nothing to fear. That she could afford to lower her guard if not fully then just temporarily so she could allow her body to rest. He knew the dangers of being constantly defensive. He knew how utterly exhausting it was. Her eyes flickered to him suddenly and he instinctively looked away. Whatever mad calculations or machinations that lay behind that gaze he did not wish to disturb. After all, he had her to thank for all of this. For allowing him to see beyond the verdant sea and back into the world once again.

“Peter, you okay?” She called suddenly even if her gaze was cold, her voice was warm and filled with genuine concern for him.

“Yeah, just thinking.” He nodded back.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He paused for a moment. “Hey, so um, I don’t want to call you Lily anymore.”

“Good,” She laughed. “Because I don’t either.”

“So, what can I call you?”

“How about my name?” She leaned back so that she was facing him.

“Which is?” She frowned at his words and sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Seriously?” She scoffed. “It’s James.”

“Thank you, James. I knew that.” He lied.

“Bullshit. That’s Brian by the way.” She hooked a thumb towards Belle. “Remember that?”

“No, that one I did not.” He chuckled. “I suppose I’ll get everyone else’s names when they wake up.”

“Good idea.” She nodded turning forward again. “Let’s leave those names behind us where they belong.”

“Agreed.” Belle muttered.

“So Brian, how’s it feel to talk again?” James smirked and Brian scoffed loudly at his comment before taking a deep breath.

“Fucking incredible.” He added.

“How about wearing clothes?” James smirk grew ever bigger.

“You know I know you’re just making fun of me, Jim.” Brian shook his head. “Yeah, it’s nice. Is my shirt inside out or something?”

“I’d have told you if it was.”

“No, you wouldn’t!” Brian sighed. “Cause you’re a fucking bastard.”

“So, Betturkey how’s it feel to have a cock again?” James snickered loudly. Brian paused surveying the road ahead for a moment as he took a deep breath. Then he punched James as he hard as he could in the arm.

“Ow! Shit!” James cursed as Brian smirked this time.

“Shithead.” He laughed. “It’s alright.”

“Was that the first time you go to take that cage off?” Peter piped up.

“Fuck no! God no! Gross!” Brian winced and shivered in disgust. “I got to take it off to shower and clean it. That’s just fucking nasty, Peter.”

“Sorry.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean to gross you out.”

“It’s okay. How come you’re not asleep with the others?”

“I,” Peter paused as he glanced back out the window. He watched the road pass on by for a moment as he found the words for the excitement he felt. How body which should have felt sluggish and weak was overridden by his mind that ran at speeds unknown to him before. He felt like he could do anything. Be anything.

“I don’t know.”

“Adrenaline?” James asked rejoining the conversation. “Because I’d hazard a guess to say that’s what fucked everyone else up back there.”

“No, it’s not that.” Peter sighed. “I just don’t want to? I don’t know. It just feels like there’s the sparks, y’know?”

“Sort of?” James shrugged.

“But I haven’t felt this way since we left the house in the dust behind us. I just feel so free.”

“Sounds nice.” Brian sighed dreamily. “I’m still wired from all that sneaking around for my life.”

“You still good to drive?” James asked quietly.

“Ah yeah,” He nodded. “I’m good.”

“Good cause the last thing we need is to be pulled over by the cops due to your shitty driving.”

“Okay,” Brian scoffed as the engine roared to life. “Well it’d probably be about me speeding now.”

“I’d hit you if you weren’t driving.” James frowned.

“That’s why I’m driving.” Brian laughed. “Bitch.”

“Is this how you two always were?” Peter asked quietly. The car fell into silence at his question.

“Yeah, Peter. Whenever Miss K. wasn’t around, we’d fuck around like this.”

“Well,” James said leaning on his elbow. “Sometimes we’d do it around the Misses, but it’d be far more subtle. It’s good to have a friend to rely on when you’re in a place like that. I’d have broken without Brian.”

“Ah.” Was all Peter could think to say. He didn’t know what else to add. He didn’t have any nearly as close to him during his time at Blackstone. Instead, he survived off of his own rage and fury. He survived for this moment alone. The chance to return home. The chance to begin once again.

“You good?” James asked once more and Peter shook his head.

“Do you think we can turn on the radio or something?”

“No.” Belle growled immediately at his request. “No radio.”

“Are you okay?” He leaned forward.

“I,” Brian sighed as grimaced. “I’m scared.”

“Of the radio?” Peter cocked an eyebrow. “I mean it can’t hurt you.”

“No, Peter. I’m scared of what I’ll hear.”

“I’m not following you.”

“Ugh!” He groaned loudly as he hit the steering wheel with his palm. “I’m scared of how much has changed, okay?”

“Oh.” He muttered as he shifted in the seat at his outburst. “I feel the exact opposite. I need to know what the hell happened while I was gone. For all I know the world ended and this is the aftermath.”

“Yeah well,” Brian gripped the wheel so tight that his knuckles went white. “You weren’t gone for as long as I was. I might as well have been dead.”

“But you aren’t, and you weren’t. You were alive, Brian. You don’t want to know what went on?”

“Maybe! No? I don’t fucking know!” He groaned again. “What does it matter to you?”

“Because that doesn’t make sense! We were isolated, deprived of knowledge, and now we have the chance to finally learn about all of it. We can rejoin society as members of it and not just prisoners trapped in a bubble of censorship.” Peter could barely contain his frustration of him. His words nearly tripping out of his mouth as he attempted to keep a calm and kind tone.

“Are we still talking about the same thing here?” James chuckled. “Because I don’t think that we are.”

“Good for you, Peter.” Brian spat back. “But I’m not like you. You were there for how long? Six months. I was there for four fucking years, Peter. I did shit that I will never forget. I knew only two constants, misery and James having my back. So, who gives a fuck about who did what or what happened? It’ll only make it harder for us right now.”

“What?” Peter hissed. “How would that make it harder?”

“Because we aren’t safe yet! Why the fuck do you think we’re going so far? Did you think it’s because we were going on the scenic route? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He yelled. Even at his outburst, no one in the car stirred. In the aftermath of Brian’s anger, Peter fell silent. He had no more words to add. No more rebuttals. There was nothing more to say.

“Can Betturkey Giriş we just agree on one thing?” James shook his head.

“What?”

“What?” They both answered.

“We’re going to need a buttload of therapy after this.” He chuckled. Peter couldn’t help but laugh with her and soon even Brian joined in.

“Yeah,” He said. “Yeah we are.” Peter stopped laughing after that. The sparks began to fade as the thought that he had banished for so long kept slowly creeping back. He couldn’t help but to think of the two that they had left behind. For all he knew, Dennis was dying in the grass or in Doctor O.’s office and Daniel was still being tortured. Perhaps doubly so now that he was missing from the house. He felt his stomach drop as the thought came crashing down upon him.

He had doomed Daniel with his actions. He had completely fucked him over by running away without him. He had abandoned his best friend to those monsters who would likely kill him after being consumed by his own anger. But what Peter was most concerned about was a singular question.

Had he made the right choice? Or had he made an awful terrible mistake.

“James,” Peter’s voice was robbed of any previous joy leaving only a cold and broken echo to his words. “James, did you mean what you said?”

“About therapy?” He answered back with a nod. “I mean, yeah?”

“No, about Daniel. About Jade.”

“Oh.” James quickly cast his gaze away and to the outside world. “Yeah.”

“Did you though? Or was that a ploy to get me to come with you?” Peter growled.

“I meant it, yeah. But also, I wasn’t going to leave you behind Peter. You didn’t deserve that fate.”

“But did Daniel?”

“Daniel didn’t either!” He sighed. “But like I said there was no way to get to him. When we left last night, he was with Miss R.”

“Fuck.” Peter groaned.

“And frankly?” James’ eyes refocused back on him with an angry glare. “I don’t fucking appreciate you thinking that I’d do that.”

“Do what?”

“Manipulate you? Use your emotions against you? I’m not them, Peter. I’m nothing like them.”

“So, you’re going to go back with me then?” Peter asked as James looked away once more and went silent.”No.” He finally said.

“So, then what the fuck did you say that for?!” He screamed at him. James flinched at his outburst, but Peter could only feel his anger beginning to take hold. He had made the wrong choice. He had trusted the wrong person.

“Peter, I can still help you save your friend. I promise you that I will. We can go to news stations, we can go to the police, or we can just spread the word, but we will get your friend back. I will save Daniel. I promise.”

“You promise?” He scoffed.

“Well what else do you want from me? Have you seen what Blackstone is capable of? Have you realized how out of our depth we are? I don’t mean to scare you, Peter but it’s going to take a hell of a lot of work to bring it down.”

“I know, James.” He hissed as he could feel his rage burning up inside him. “I know what Blackstone is capable. I watched them manipulate my older brother’s life to hurt me, I watched them torture and demean literally dozens of boys in a small town, and then I watched them possibly murder four other boys when they tried to help me. I know better than you what Blackstone is capable of. So, drop the fucking act. Just admit that you aren’t going to help me.”

“Who the fuck said that?!” James screamed in anger, his voice breaking as he did. “I can’t give you an answer. I don’t have an answer! All I can offer you is help! I would never ever lie to you Peter. I would never use your emotions against you, I would never manipulate or hurt you. I just don’t know. I just don’t know how the fuck we can help him, okay?”

“Mmm,” Petal muttered from next to him as she yawned loudly while she stretched. “W-What’s up?” She spoke drowsily. She was clearly not even awake fully, just barely straddling the line between consciousness and sleep.

“Nothing.” James smiled. “You can go back to sleep. We’ve got a long way to go.”

“Okay.” She yawned. “Night.”

“Can we talk whenever we stop the car?” Peter sighed. “I don’t want to fight with you around the others.”

“Sure. I don’t want to fight with you period.”

“Hey guys,” Petal smiled as she leaned her head against the door. “I’ve been thinking about it. I think this is the best I’ve slept in years. I mean, the beds at Blackstone were nice but this overcrowded car and this hard door is still better than what I had back there. Thank you, James. I think I owe you everything for taking me along with you.” She yawned as she snuggled further into the door and sighed contently.

“That’s okay. I would do it again if I had to. I’m just glad you’re happy.” James’ voice had no signs of his previous frustration. Instead, a warm smile spread across his face as he looked back her.

“Night.” She yawned and just like that, she began to breath softly as she drifted off. The three of them said nothing. They did nothing. They just Betturkey Güncel Giriş sat still for a few moments as they let the serenity of the car permeate their souls and bring them back to the state of joy they had felt before the argument. Finally, James cleared his throat and yawned.

“Hey Peter, what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get home? Like after we save Daniel. After everything has settled if all goes according to my plan.” He asked with a smile.

“I’m getting my job back.” Peter didn’t even hesitate with his answer. Sure, he would love to see his friends, to sleep in his bed, to be at home once more. He would even call his father and brother and apologize. explain what had happened. Then reality hit him like a truck. “Oh shit.”

“What?”

“I’ve got fucking six months of rent to pay, I’ve got my Netflix, my utilities, my cellphone, and my insurance. All that food in my fridge is probably spoiled to hell.” Peter buried his head in his hands as he thought of the mere stench of his apartment. Would he even have a home to go back to? Would he even have a job? What next? He hadn’t even considered what his next move would be after Blackstone. He hadn’t even considered how he’d even stay afloat financially.

James and Brian gave a small quick look to each other before snickering loudly and then without warning breaking out into loud uproarious laughter.

“Hey!” He hissed. “What the fuck is so funny?”

“It’s just,” James gasped for breath between fits of laughter. “It’s just I never ever considered that. I never had to do any of that. I just think that your mind is already focused on bills is hilarious.”

“Same here. That’s incredible.”

“Well, what the hell do you two assholes plan to do?” He huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. He waited for them to calm down until their laughter slowly wound to a halt and James wiped the small amount of tears from his eyes.

“I’d like to go home. When Blackstone took me, I was still pretty young. Did you know I have four brothers? It was just me, my mom, and my Dad. I just want to know how they are, to tell them I’m here, to see how they’ve changed. My youngest brother was five when I was taken, my oldest was nineteen. I just want to be a part of my family.” His voice was quiet and calm filled with notes of sadness of times that he had missed and regret of how his life had played out. Peter knew that pain all too well.

“I’m sorry.” He offered his friend. “How long has it been since you’ve seen them?”

“Too long.” James sighed.

“I,” Brian spoke up. “I’m happy for the both of you.”

“What?” Peter tried his hardest not to let his confusion spread to his face.

“I can’t go home after all this. I don’t want to either. After all this, I don’t think I’ll have a home to go back to. It’s why I’m glad in part that the Misses provided us with so much valuables. There must be millions in jewelry that we snagged from that place. Diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, pearls, gold, silver, and god knows what else.”

“Not millions.” James shook his head. “I’m going to say maybe a million at best. Maybe two or three. For all we know, they gave us costume jewelry.”

“I don’t think so.” Brian scoffed at the number. “Blackstone loved to flaunt how much money it had so of course they’d give us the real deal.”

“Well, we’ll find out later.” James shrugged as he went back to looking out the window.

“I’m going to take that money from my jewelry and start a new life. That’s my plan. I’m going to find a quiet place and forget about this.”

“Well, if you want Brian, you can take mine too.” Peter nodded. “I don’t know what’s in there but I think you’ll need it more than me.”

“Thanks Peter.” Brian smiled. “I appreciate it.”

“Brian,” James turned his attention to his friend. “Look.” He jabbed a finger at the sign on the side of the road. A sign that simply read, “Welcome to Idaho”.

“Wow, that was quick.” Brian laughed.

“Stay on the highway for forty minutes then turn off to the nearest town, it’s time to go over the rest of the plan.”

He didn’t know if it was forty minutes or four but before he knew it the car slowly left the highway and on to the shoulder until it came to a stop in front of a small forested patch. The sky was no longer blue having changed to a lovely shade of depressing grey. The car idled for just a moment before Brian killed the engine and leaned back with a sigh.

“Right,” James spoke. “Guys! Get up!” He shouted to the rest of the car. Slowly, the group roused from the sleep one-by-one. Eventually, the silence of the car was filled with groggy eyes and loud groans.

“What?” Blossom yawned as she stretched. “What’s going on?”

“Listen to me carefully,” James sighed. “Because this is crucial. This car? This car is Blackstone property. As long as we hang on to this car, we are royally fucked. So, we need money. We’re going to sell a few bags of the jewelry we took. No matter what you all think, there is no better deal or haggling. We’re going to sell them for as cheap as possible. Cheap enough so that the person who takes it without question. Then, we’re gonna get some cash, we’re going to get a new car somehow, and we’re going to get some new clothes. That’s it. Do you all understand?”

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The Chrysler 300 crunched up the gravel driveway and stopped out the front of an opulent Massachusetts home. Nick Franklin had visited here a number of times before, but had still never gotten used to Ted’s wealth. Or rather, his parents’ wealth. Yes, being the son of a senator; no less than Edward ‘Teddy’ Covington II, sure had its perks.

Nick pulled on the handbrake and glanced in the rear-view mirror, surreptitiously making sure that he looked the part. He was desperately hoping that Sara would join them for movie night. Ted had joshed him about not hitting on his baby sister, but the plain truth was that even thinking of Sara gave him an instant boner.

‘Baby sis’ was by now a cute brunette in her early twenties, studying while living at home. With a home like this, why not? Sara’s long legs and perfectly rounded ass had tormented him throughout his youth, yet she grew hotter every time that he saw her. (Un)fortunately that was less and less often these days.

The youngest Covington had never shown a firm sign of interest but she’d never given him the brush off either. It was as if both of them had been waiting for the other to make the first move, not wanting to open up to rejection. Or maybe he was imagining the whole thing. Maybe she’d never even thought twice about him.

Nick licked his finger and combed back a lock of his blond hair, practicing a smooth grin. His corn-flower blue eyes and athlete’s physique meant he seldom went short of attention, but Sara was a class-act and he always got clammy when she was around.

After pretty much flaming out in college, he’d been lucky enough to score a professional contract with the Patriots, but it hadn’t been going so well lately. Nick definitely needed to lift his game if he was going to be retained next season and he had no Plan B if he wasn’t.

Yep, here he was; mid-twenties now and still winging it. Of course, Ted had gone direct from college to Harvard and was now working for one of daddy’s friends. And he still lived here, rent free! With Sara! The lucky bastard.

Nick checked his cell. It was seven pm, so he should probably head in. The quarterback was filled with a mixture of emotions; excitement at seeing Ted again after too long, giddy anticipation at the chance of seeing Sara and sheer dread at the possibility of seeing Teddy senior. It was just that he always got nervous around Ted’s dad.

Nick got out of his car, grabbing his phone and a gift bag. He locked up as he walked headed up the white-washed staircase to the grand front door. There was a back lit bell push and a grand door knocker. Nick weighed up the options before selecting the bell push.

Inside he heard a muffled tune ringing out; it sounded like a version of “All Hail to Massachusetts”, the state song. He really hoped that it wasn’t.

*******************

Sara’s bedroom was feminine without being girly. The young brunette lay forward on her vast bed, chin cupped in her hands as she watched a Porn-tube clip on a laptop. Her dark hair cascaded down over her shoulders, sharp emerald eyes intently watching the screen. She was topless and lay with her knees bent, her feet up and ankles crossed above her butt.

All that she wore was a pleated black skirt, which managed to reach about halfway down her tanned thighs before giving up. Other than that, a clean blue blouse on a hanger had been flung alongside her on the white linen.

On the laptop screen, a very toned and very tattooed stud relaxed on a bear-skin rug, while a young platinum blond teased at his erection with her stockinged toes. A watermark in the corner of the screen read “Pantie Queen” in stylized lettering.

Somewhere downstairs the doorbell went off, playing its god-awful tune.

She waited long moments for the housekeeper answer before remembering that it was Tina’s night off.

“Mom! Theodore!” she called, but there was no answer. Sara muttered, sitting up abruptly and throwing on her blouse hurriedly. She hated that damn song and whoever had arrived downstairs, she was pretty sure it wasn’t for her.

There it went again. She hurried from the room, cursing under her breath.

Sara bounded down the vast circular marble staircase, buttoning her blouse as she went. She finally arrived at the front door, flinging it open before that dreadful tune boomed out again.

Nick towered above her on the stoop, his cell in his hand. Sara stood back-lit in the doorway, chandelier light shining through her tousled hair, her blouse half-unbuttoned. By the looks of it she wasn’t even wearing a bra. She blushed, “Shit! Nick Franklin!?” she smiled, “I, uh, wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“I was just about to call Ted,” Nick said, sliding his phone back into his jacket. “Nice to see you again too, Sara. It’s been too long.”

She ushered him in awkwardly. Ted bounded down the stairs, “Don’t worry sis, I got this,” he called ahead, stopping when he saw her at the door. “Unique look! Were you getting ready to go out? Don’t tell xslot me you forgot about movie night?”

Sara casually brushed a hand through her shoulder length hair, “I, uh, did,” she said, her soft green eyes taking in Nick’s hunky frame, clad in tight blue jeans and a classic gray V-cut tee. “But, I guess I could stay.”

Ted pushed past his sister to give Nick a hug. He appeared thin and bookish compared to Nick’s athletic frame. “Nicky baby! You made it! Dump your stuff here.”

Nick dutifully placed his jacket and gift down on a chair by the entrance.

“Great!” exclaimed Ted, guiding his friend into the hallway, “I know we have to catch up, but I gotta show you the new cinema room!”

*******

Left alone, Sara turned to head back upstairs, but paused. Nick had his phone out. She knew that he was a quarterback now, but she wondered if he had any girls on the go currently.

Theo never told her anything, she’d even assumed that the Movie Night planned for tonight was just Ted and her Mom. Which would be the lamest. Now that Nick had showed, she could cancel her evening plans but it was hardly worth doing if he was already spoken for. Maybe she could find out…

Looking around nervously in case of sudden interruption, she slid his phone out from his jacket pocket and tapped the screen. It was still unlocked! Sara checked Nick’s recent calls. Several calls to Ted, Petey and someone called ‘The Choad’. Nice. Oh and his ‘Mom’; what a good boy he was.

She checked Nick’s messages; much the same. Several rooms away, she could overhear the boys still talking technology. Knowing Ted, they would be there for a while.

Time to look at his photos. It couldn’t hurt to find out before she tried any moves, right? He’d thank her for it.

Wow, seeing him on the doorstep had been a shock. Nick sure had filled out since she’d played in the garden with him and Ted as a little boy.

All this time wasted and who know when she’d see him again? She imagined running her manicured nails down his tight six-pack, feeling his muscled body tense under her touch.

She flicked through snap after snap. Some shots of the team training. Flick. Nick with a group of friends in a bar. The boys. Flick, flick. A rock concert. No significant other. Her heart leapt. Maybe she really should put the moves on him tonight. Flick.

Her heart stopped. A selfie of Nick, seemingly at home in his football gear. What a hunk. Flick. He had removed his helmet. Flick. And his vest. Flick. He was tugging down his pants. Her finger hovered. But not for long. Flick.

Holy shit! Holy fucking Christ! There was Nick Franklin, Patriots quarterback, wearing a pair of very elegant ladies panties. And seemingly very pleased to be doing so. God, he was well hung too. Flick.

A close-up. White cotton with red polka dots and a little red bow at the top, straining around his chunky thighs. Flick. His cock tented up through them, his hand resting on his shaft. Flick. Oh, Nick. Flick. Oh. Oh. Oooohhhh.

“Shit! Shit!” Ted was not happy next door.

Sara quickly clicked into SMS, entering her cell number, she selected several of Nick’s compromising photos and posted them to herself.

She could hear Ted still upset not far away, “I don’t believe it!”

Sara hurriedly deleted the sent message from Nick’s history and slipped the cell back into his jacket. Just in time.

Ted grabbed a pair of sneakers from next to the door and threw them on. “What’s up, Theodore?” she drawled.

He looked up angrily, “Pop called. He’s broken down on turnpike 82. Fucking Bentleys! Wants me to pick him up in the Hummer.”

“Tell him and his Bentley to get bent.”

Ted grimaced, “Yeah, sure, Golden Girl can do that. I try that? I’ll get bent.”

He called back to Nick. “I might be an hour or two, get started on something with Sara.”

‘Don’t mind if I do,’ thought Nick.

“Oh, Sah? Mom wanted to join us.” Sara pulled a face, but nodded.

Ted hurried outside. Sara smiled at Nick, as if plotting something. “If you want to head back to the cinema room, Nick, I’ll go fetch mom.”

***************

Nick sat awkwardly at the edge of a couch in the impressively large cinema room. The room was brand-new and no expense had been spared. Two rows of 3-seater couches at the rear were followed by a couple of single armchairs, all arranged before a 25 foot screen. How the other half lived.

He’d been looking forward to catching up with Ted and now he would be alone with Sara for the next few hours. Well, almost alone. His heart drummed in his barrel chest. Maybe he could engineer some time with Sara after the movie, if Ted and his pop weren’t back by then. His cheeks burned. For a big man, this little woman was sure having an impact on him.

He glanced around as Sara entered the room, shortly followed by her mom, Fiona. Fiona looked barely older than he remembered her being when he’d last visited five years ago; it xslot Giriş really was amazing what a quality surgeon could do these days.

Sara’s mom was a trim bottle blond, where he knew that Sara was a natural. She carried a wine glass in one hand, and a bottle of Bud in the other. Nick’s internal alarms went off. Fiona rarely had much of a filter even before alcohol got involved. Must be something to do with Teddy being away so often, but he had always found her to be somewhat over-familiar with him.

“Nick, is that you?! Darling, long time no see,” Fiona drawled, moving to sit next to him on the couch and patting his thigh. “You’ve sure grown into a big boy,” she teased, handing him the beer.

“Mom!” exclaimed Sara and Fiona turned, “Okay, didn’t realize that you had the hots for Nicky,” she teased. Sara rolled her eyes, “Mom!”, she jerked her head to one side and Fiona obediently moved to sit in a plush single chair, just ahead of the 3 seater.

Sara perched at the opposite end of the couch to Nick. “Mom already chose the movie,” she explained, “So I hope you like Nick Cage.”

“I’ve had the hots for him since ‘Peggy Sue Got Married’,” Fiona husked. She flicked the remote and the lights dimmed, the credits for Ghost Rider II came up on the massive screen. “I hope you’re ready for a wild night,” joked Sara, as she relaxed into the sofa.

The movie was only around ten minutes in when Nick felt a warm foot bump up against his hip. He turned to Sara and nearly choked on his beer. The girl of his teenage dreams had her long legs stretched out on the sofa, the glow of the cinema screen illuminating her bare upper flesh.

Even as he watched, she shifted her thighs apart to reveal a cloth triangle of blue and white stripes. The tight material clung to her pudenda, revealing a hefty cameltoe. Nick blushed furiously, turning back to the screen. What was she thinking? He would love to explore those legs, but her mom was sitting right in front of them both.

He refocused on the movie, where Nick Cage was chewing up the screen. A glow came from his right. Sara had her phone out and was clearly not interested in the movie. Nick felt his cell buzz in his pocket. He’d check it later.

Sara’s toe poked him on the hip again. He turned to her and she pointed at her phone, signaling him to check. He sighed. What was she playing at?

He pulled it out and checked the screen. One new message from an unknown number. Nick opened it and gasped. There was a selfie he’d taken a month ago, when he’d treated himself to some new panties. He’d known it was risky at the time, but that had made him feel even hornier.

The photo was clearly him, the white cotton with red polka dots and bow, molded to his hard cock. The message below read:

“CUTE PANTIES. DO U LIKE MINE? S xx”

How the fuck had she- Nick’s cheeks burned with shame. If that photo ever made it on-line, his career was finished. His fat fingers felt like someone else’s, as he poked out a reply:

“THEY LEK GOOD ON YU”

He hit send. Sara checked her phone, smiled and allowed her hand to fall between her legs. Her finger rubbed in circles around her plump mound, clad in those blue and white striped panties. Nick’s mouth felt dry; he took a heavy swig from his bottle.

Sara stretched and stood, “I’m going to grab some popcorn,” she whispered into his ear, slipping from the room.

“How are you enjoying the picture so far?” asked Fiona, turning to him. “Incredible,” was all Nick could say.

A few minutes later, Sara returned with a tub of popcorn. She returned to her position at the other end of the couch. Nick couldn’t help but glance over.

Her legs were parted again and he now saw that her panties had vanished; exposing her bare pussy in the dim, flickering light. He could vaguely make out her bare outer lips and his eyes strained desperately to see more.

His teenage crush leaned over, offering him the popcorn tub. He took a handful and crunched, it was sweet. Fiona called back, “Popcorn?”

Sara pulled a face, but walked over to her mom and offered her a handful.

As she resumed her position on the sofa, she placed the tub between them. Nick absently snacked at the popcorn, sneaking glances at Sara and wondering where this could lead. Her bare foot ran over his crotch, her toes pressing into his growing heat.

He reached down for more popcorn and frowned. His fingers were tangled up in something. Nick pulled his hand from the tub, bringing a warm pair of familiar looking blue and white panties with it. He hurriedly pushed them under his butt, before Fiona turned around again.

His phone vibrated once more:

“PUT THEM ON”

Nick swallowed the last of his beer and stood. “Uh, I’m just grabbing another beer.” Fiona swung her arm back, her eyes fixed on Nick Cage rather than Nick Franklin. “Be a dear, Nicky and top me up too, will you?”

He took her glass and left. Sara smiled and took a satisfied mouthful xslot Güncel Giriş of popcorn, her other hand straying to run up and down her moistening vulva. She had never found a movie so entertaining.

Nick returned in under five minutes, looking a little flushed. He handed a recharged glass to Fiona and retook his seat at the end of the couch.

His crotch was already bulging before Sara’s foot resumed its caress, teasing around the base of his prick. He felt it stiffening as she moved her other foot across to sandwich his shaft, both combining to work up and down his length.

As she did so, she tapped out another message on her phone:

“SHOW ME”

Nick shook his head as he read it and pointed ahead to where Fiona sat. Sara stuck her tongue out. She reached down the side of the couch and pulled up a thin woolen blanket, unfolding and placing it over her and Nick’s lap.

Nick still looked unsure and Sara’s eyes widened with urgency as she impelled him silently to continue.

Nick signed. He didn’t want to upset Sara, especially not now that she had compromising photos of him. Plus, the fact that Fiona was also in the room perversely appealed, the thought of getting caught had made him as hard as granite.

He slid from his jeans, exposing his muscled thighs and Sara’s tight stripy panties, which were working overtime to avoid splitting. They were so tightly stretched around his hefty prick that nothing was left to the imagination.

Nick turned toward Sara, moving his legs up under the blanket, so that his crotch pointed towards her, making it easier for her to reach. She licked her lips and resumed with the foot job.

Another message vibrated his cell:

“CUM IN MY PANTIES FOR ME”

Nick trembled as she continued with the foot job. Sara somehow managed to affect complete nonchalance throughout her actions.

Suddenly, Fiona turned to them both as the scene changed. Nick froze, but Sara’s feet didn’t even miss a beat under the blanket. “This is a great bit coming up, the big climax!” she said.

“I know, Mom, I’ve seen it like, fifty times with you already,” Sara replied. Nick glanced at the time. The movie was near its end and then what?

Sara had obviously had the same thoughts. She reached over and picked up the half empty popcorn tub, her fingers working around the base.

Ted’s younger sister snuggled closer to Nick, placing the tub over his crotch. He blinked. She had deftly torn a neat hole in the base of the tub, so that his cock tented up into it. She rested a hand in the tub and began stroking it around his cock-head. It felt incredible.

“Any more popcorn?” called back Fiona.

Sara’s hand gripped Nick’s shaft tightly, working it up and down, the cotton brushing against his sensitive glans. “No mom, there’s only a few kernels left that haven’t popped.” The film was reaching a climax and a battle was getting noisy. No better time to come.

Nick reached gripped at the couch arm firmly as his cock throbbed urgently. This was so wrong but it felt so right. He moaned softly as his balls twitched. A wave of blurring pleasure swamped his brain, as stream after stream of sticky, warm seed fired out into Sara’s panties, gradually slowing down.

Sara looked down at the popcorn tub in satisfaction. Nick had fired so much jism that a thick, white puddle oozed out from under one side of his strained panties, sliding off into the remaining popcorn.

His imaginative tormentor smiled delightedly, tilting the tub so that none escaped. Nick lay back on the couch exhausted. She picked up her phone and quickly tapped out a message:

“MOVIE NEARLY OVER. NEED MY PANTIES, NOW!”

Nick looked over to her in disbelief. Before he could react, Sara had grabbed the leg of his jeans, yanking them down to quickly strip him under cover of the blanket. He had little choice but to go along with it, else draw attention to them both. On screen, the final fight had finished and things were wrapping up.

He quickly wriggled out of his cummy panties, handing them back to Sara. To his amazement, she stretched out her long legs and quickly pulled them on, making a point to rub the slick and sticky crotch into her pussy, leaving the semi-transparent material glued lewdly around her prominent bare mound.

The screen faded to black and the credits started to roll. Fiona stirred, her wine glass lifting to drain the dregs. Nick scrambled under the blanket to pull on his jeans, finding a leg at the second attempt.

He pulled them up hurriedly, just as Fiona stood. The room lights faded up and Fiona turned just as he was buttoning up his fly. Sara jumped to her feet, whisking away the blanket. “Come on Nick, time to get up.”

He was left exposed, lying on the couch with one hand on his crotch, which he hurriedly moved away. Fiona didn’t react.

“Your cells were buzzing non-stop,” Fiona complained, “Don’t you kids ever take a break?”

“Theodore was keeping me up to date on Daddy,” Sara replied. “They’re having problems with the haulage firm. Going to be another hour or so.”

Fiona wrinkled her nose. “How can we keep you entertained? Need another beer, Nick?”

Nick put his hand up, “Nuh-uh, Mrs Covington. I’m driving home later.”

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