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Polis Gayla
Bu deneyimim 8 yıl önce gerçekleşmiştir.Ailem tatil için şehir dışına gitmişti.Bende gündüz normal yaşamımı sürerken akşamları da fırsat buldukça chate girip gay partner bulmaya çalışıyordum.Çok kişiyle konuştum ama hiç uygun şekilde olan denk gelmemişti.Derken bana yakın yerde yaşadığını yazan soner isimli biri denk geldi.Soner 26 yaşında ap idi.Öğretmenmiş kendisi.Evli ve eşinin memleketine gittiğini, evinin müsait olduğunu söyledi.

Uzun süre konuştuktan sonra bana telefon numarasını verdi.Aslında saat gece 12 ye gelmişti ama soner p liği özlediğini falan deyince bende zaten bir müddettir yapmamanın verdiği etkiyle tamam geliyorum dedim.Buluşmak için araca atladığım gibi çok da uzak olmayan sonerin yerine doğru yola koyuldum.35 dk ya yakın zaman sonra varmıştım.Bana verdiği numarayı aradığımda numara 1-2 kez çaldı ve hemen kapandı.Bir 5 dk aracın içinde bekledim sonra tekrar aradım.Ama hala kapalıydı.Bende kandırıldığımı düşünerek sonere okkalı bi msj atarak geriye doğru yola koyulmaya karar verdiğim an sonerden msj geldi.Bi komşusunun evine geldiğini bu yüzden telefonu açamadığını beni beklediğini yazmış.Tekrar aracı döndürüp bana tarif ettiği yere gelmiş bekliyordumki arkamda bir polis aracı belirdi.Elim ayağım korkudan dolandı o an.

Yanımda durup evraklarımı istedi.Dediğini yapıp verdim sonra bana sorular sormaya başladı.Bu saatte ne işimin olduğunu kime geldiğimi derken ben soner diye bi arkadaşım var burda öğretmen ona ziyarete geldim dedim.Polis de burda tek okul var o okuldada soner diye kimse yok deyince iyice korkmaya başladım.Ben arkadaşı arayayım gelip beni alsın deyince polis başımda beklemeye başladı.Soneri aramaya başladım ama tel çaldığı halde açan kimse yoktu.2-3 kez sonuna kadar çaldırdım ama açmadı.Bende belk**e uyumuş kalmıştır ben zaten şuralıyım olmazsa geri döneyim dedim poliste hemen kaybol burdan bir daha görürsem sorguya götürürüm seni deyince evraklarımı aldığım gibi yola koyuldum.Tam şehirden çıkmıştım ki soner arıyordu.Aslında o an açmayıp yola devam edecektim ama içimde kalmasın güzelce bi küfür edeyim sonra yola devam ederim diyip kenara çektim.

Teli açıp ne kadar şerefsizmişsin dedim oda 1 dk konuşayım anlayacan ne demek istediğimi dedi.sonra soner anlatmaya başladı.Kendinin polis olduğunu biraz önce araçtaki kişinin kendisi olduğunu diğer polis yüzünden teli açamadığını falan anlattı Mesaisi bitmek üzereymiş arkadaşı merkeze bırakıp boşa çıkıyormuş falan dedi.bende gerek yok anlatmana sayende bu korkuyuda yaşadım deyip teli kapayacaktımki soner bu sefer de eğer geri dönüp onunla görüşmezsem adımı bilgilerimi aldığını ve beni memleketimde rezil edeceğini söyleyince bir kez daha şok oldum.Bende seni rezil ederim hadi görürsün deyip teli kapadım.Tam bu anda deminki polis arabası yanımda durdu.İçine baktığımda biraz önceki polis yoktu.Başka biri vardı araçtan inip bana doğru geldi ben yine evrakları çıkaracakken gerek yok fırat merhaba ben soner dedi.

Ben direk atlamadan hangi soner falan deyince chatteki soner dedi.Bende neden gerçeği söylemedin diye çıkıştım oda polis olduğumu desem kim gelir falan dedi.Gel eve geçelim dedi kabul etmedim.Hem saat 1.15 olmuştu hemde kandırılmış hissinden dolayı pek ısınamamıştım.Soner de illa bişey yapmamıza gerek yok az durur öyle çıkarsın yola deyince birazda deminki tehtidin etkisiyle kabul ettim.Soner polis aracıyla önde ben arkada evine geldik.İçeri girdiğimizde direk küçük bir odaya doğru yöneldi içerisi karanlıktı pc ışığı vardı sadece.Sanırım biraz önce benimle yazışırken burdaydı.Işığı açıp tekli koltuğa oturdum.Biraz film izleyelim deyip polis ve bir gencin olduğu filmi açtı yanıma oturdu.Bende bu fantaziyi kuruyordum haftalardır bu filmi bulduğumdan beri dedi.Ben sonere chatteyken aktif ağırlıklıyım dediğimden buraya geliş amacımı biliyordu.Önce a olacaktım eger hem penisi dediği gibi beni zorlamayacak ebatlarda hemde durum uygun olur da p olmak istersem p olurum demiştim oda kabul etmişti.

Ama bana açtığı filmde polis full a genç olanda bariz sadece p idi bu işte bi gariplik vardı yani. Sanırım kendini a olmaya amaçlamıştı soner.Ama öyle olmayacağını bilmiyordu 😀 çünkü ben bunca olaydan sonra o düşlediği manzarayı yaşatmak istemedim.Yanımda bi yandan filme bakıyor bi yandan da elini pantolonun üstünden penisiyle okşuyordu baya tahrik olmuş ve kaldırmıştı.Çok büyük değildi ama kalın gibiydi sanki.Filmin etkisiyle benimk**e yavaştan hareketlenmeye başladı.Eşofmanın üstünden kalktığı baya belli oluyorduki soner bana dönüp senink**e kalkmış film baya etkiledi deyince bende film değil de seni sikerken düşündüm o yüzden kalktı zorluyor böyle dedim.Bunu duyunca elini eşofmanımın üstüne getirip hadi görelim dedi.Ve eşofmanımı bir hamlede boxlerla beraber aşağıya sıyırdı.

Ve eğilip yandan yandan yalamaya başladı.Bi yandan bana saxo çekerken diğer yandan da filme bakıyorduk 2 mizde.Filmdeki genç ne yapıyorsa polise sonerde polis elbisesiyle bana aynını yapmaya başladı.Tek fark filmde genc polisi yalarken bizde soner beni yalıyordu yani roller farklıydı.Tamamen kopya halde yapıyordu soner.Ve kopyalama sırası bendeydi çünkü filmde polis çocugu 4 ayak pozisyonuna getirip direk aleti deliğe götürmüştü bile.Bende yerimden kalkıp sonerin pantolonunu aynı filmdeki gibi dizlerine kadar indirdim.Prezervatifi takıp hafif kayganlaştırıcı yaptım ve direk deliğe dayadım penisimi.Soner yavaş ol uzun zamandır yapmıyom derken ben zaten yüklenmiş ve kafasını sokmuştum.Ovvvv acıdı çıkart demesine aldırmadan belinden kavradığım gibi kendime çektim.Aslında çok sert sex yapmayı sevmem ama sanırım biraz intikam birazda filmin etkisiyle iyiden iyiye filmdekinin benzerini sonere yapmaya başladım.Polis ne yaparsa bende altımdaki sonere aynısını yapıyordum.

İçinden çıkıp ayaklarını yere indirdim ellerinide kanepeye dayadığım gibi tekrardan hızlı hızlı girmeye başladım.Taşşaklarımın her vücuduna vuruşunda şap şap ses çıkıyordu.Sonerde artık film yerine olaya konsantre olmuş zevk almaya başlamıştı.Filmde ki gençle sonerin haykırışları eş gidiyordu nerdeyse.Pozisyondan dolayı yorulduğum için soneri belinden tutup kanepeye oturdum.Hareketlenme sırası ondaydı.Soner koltukta kucağımda kalkıp otururken filmdeki polis hala aynı şekilde git gel yapıyor genc cocuğa yüklendikçe yükleniyordu.Yanlız film kısa bişeydi sanki çünkü daha şimdiden sona gelmişti bile derken polis bi hamlede çocuğun içinden çıkarttığı gibi penisi ağzına dayayıp boşalmaya başladı ve bi müddet sonrada bitti.Bu anda bende soneri üstümden kaldırdım koltuğa yatırıp bacaklarını omuzuna doğru çektirdim.Deliği bollaşmış karşımda duruyordu.Yeniden yüklenip var gücümle en dibine doğru hamle yapmaya başladım.

Soner film 13 dkydı o bittikten sonra 5-6 dk geçti ne sikiciymişsin 20 dkdır götüm dağıldı daha fazla dayanamayacam gel artık dedi.Bende kan ter içinde kalmış hala git gele devam ederken son pozisyon olcak deyip soneri ters çevirdim ve yere indirdim.Göğsü kanepeye gelecek şekilde 4 ayak pozisyonuna geçirip elleriylede göt yanaklarından açmasını istedim.Bunu yaptığındaki manzara dehşetti resmen delik nefes alıyor gibi hale gelmişti.Hiç bekletmeden hemen üstten aletimi deliğe itmeye başladım.Ellerimle sonerin omuzundan tutarak güç alıyor ve sertçe sokup çıkartıyordum.2-3 dk daha bu şekilde yaptıktan sonra geliyorum dedim.Sonerden bir ohh seni geldi ve yeter öldüm hayatımda böyle siken olmadı beni demesiyle nerene istiyorsun dedim.Onca şeyi yaptık bari tam olsun deyip önüme doğru döndü ve ağzını açtı.prezervatifi çıkardığım gibi penisimi ağzına ittim.Ellerimi başından tutup gitgele ağzında devam ediyordum sonunda dayanamayıp yavaş yavaş sonerin ağzına boşalmaya başladım.Sanırım çok geldiği için kendini çektirmeye başladı ama ben başından tuttuğum için buna fırsat vermedim.Ve hiç içinden çıkartmadan yüklenmeye başladım.Benimle oyun oynamanın bir intikamıydı bu ve İntikamımın son noktasıda döllerimi yutması olacaktı.

Dediğim gibi de oldu nefer alamayıp öğürdüğünden dolayı ağzındaki döllerimi tamamen yutmuş haldeydi.Penisimi çıkartıp koltuğa oturduğumda saate bakıp birkez daha zevke gelmiştim bile.Çünkü saat şuanda 2.02 geçiyordu yani soneri en az 30 dkdır sikmenin keyfini bir kez daha almıştım.Ben koltukta soluklanırken sonerde yere uzanmış halde dudaklarının kenarından akan döllerimi temizliyordu.Nasıl memnun kaldınmı deyince çok zevk aldığını ama deliğini yandığını söyledi.Hafif doğrul bakayım dediğimde deliğine orta boy salatalık rahat girecek şekildeydi.Bişey olmaz hem 2.ye hazır halde bak ne güzel hiç uğraştırmayacak dediğimde soner daha doymadınmı dedi.Bende 2.yi hakettin ilki kendi zevkim içindi 2.si senin zevkin için olacak dedim.Soner yerde dururken lavaboya gidip geldim.Ardından Sonerde peki temizleneyim geleyim bende 2.ye hazırlanayım deyip wc ye gittiğinde pc den başka bi film açıp kanepeye tekrar kuruldum.Uzun zamandır yapmamamın verdiği etk**en olsa gerek 4-5 dk geçmiştiki tekrardan sertleşmeye başladım.

Soner içeri gelip beni o halde görünce yok artık biraz mola verseydin dedi.Bende saat geç oldu bu sefer zaten çok sürmez gelmem dedim ve elinden tutup önüme diz çöktürdüm.Zaten sertleşmiş olan aletim sonerin ağzında dahada kazık hale geliyordu.Sen hangi pozisyonları istiyorsan onları yapalım dediğimde sonerde tamam dedi.O yalarken bende kremi alıp sonerin deliğine sürmek için eğildiğimde deliği hala tam kapanmamış genişçe duruyordu.Kremi sürmemle soner prezervatifi geçirip yüzü bana dönük halde aletime oturmaya başladı.Zaten genişlediği için çok rahat şekilde hepsini alabilmişti.Ellerini omuzuma koyup burdan güç alarak kalkıp oturmaya başladı.Çok olmamıştıki içinden penisimi çıkartmadan geriye döndü ve ayakları yerde tekrardan kalkıp oturmaya başladı.Soner o halde gir çık yaparken bende ellerimle poposuna sertçe şaplak atıyor alttanda yükleniyordum.Ayaklarını yerden koltuğa çekti ve sanki wc deymişçesine oturup kalkınca bu pozisyon 2 mizide iyice tahrik etmişti.Artık her oturmasında 2 vücut birbirine temas ediyor tekrar ayrılıyordu.

Yoruldum ayakta yap dediği gibi soneri kaldırıp ellerini duvara getirdim.Bacaklarını hafif aralayıp hemen kaldığım işe geri döndüm ve seri halde yüklenmeye başladım.Her girişimde ohh çekip inleyen soner hiç penisine dokunmadığı halde kendi kendine boşalmaya başlamıştı.İlk defa böyle oldum demesi ne kadar çok zevk aldığını göstergesiydi benim için.Bu sahne ve dedikleri benide etkilemişti o an soneri iyice eğip hızlı hızlı girip çıkmaya başladığım an prezervatifi çıkardım ve deliğinin üstüne döllerimi boşaltmaya başladım.Tam döllerim gelmeye yakın aletimi tekrardan deliğe itip içine boşalmamla o sıcaklığı 2 mizde hissetmiştik.Hiç hareket etmeden hepsinide deliğine doğru yollamıştım.Ardından kendimi çekip onun rahatlamasını istedim.Soner arkasını dönüp aletimin üstünde kalanları yalamaya başladı.Soner koltuğa uzanmış bana yattığı yerden teşekkür ederken bende sandalyede dinlenmeye başlamıştım bile.

Bi müddet daha oturup wc ye geçtim.Hafif temizlendikten sonra içeri geçip bana müsade deyip eşyalarımı almaya başladım.Soner hafif doğrularak gitme burda sabahlayalım hem daha ben a olmadım deyince senin ayağa kalkacak halin yok nasıl a olacaksın hemde penisin gerçektende benim için kalınmış deyince soner bu kalınsa seninki ne olacak dedi.Bende bir dahaki sefere yaparız geç oldu gerçektende gitmem gerek deyip veda ettim ve evden çıkıp yola koyuldum.Yolda sonerden mesaj geldi.Beni tanıdığına çok mutlu olduğunu ve bu gece inanılmaz zevk aldığını tekrardan yaşamak istediğini yazmış.Bende ona teşekkür ettim bu sözlerine karşılık.O yaz soneri 2 farklı zamanda sabahlara kadar çok kez sex yaptık.Sonra başka şehre atandığı için görüşemedik.Okuduğunuz için teşekkürler…

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Annemin Gizli Dünyası

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Annemin Gizli Dünyası

4 sene önce henüz 18 yaşında toy bir genç iken, üniversite eğitimim için ayrıldığım istanbul’a artık temelli olarak dönmüştum. Bu 4 sene içinde hayatımda pek çok şey değişmiş, en büyük olay ise 3 sene evvel babamı kalp krizinden kaybetmem olmuştu. Artık koca evde annemle tek başıma kalacaktım. Annem şengül 44 yaşındaydı, bundan 24 sene önce kendisinden 22 yaş büyük olan babamla evlenmişti. babamsa dededen kalma iki büyük deri fabrikasının sahibiydi, otoriter, neredeyse hiç yüzü gülmeyen nemrut suratlı bir adamdı. Babam öldüğünde fabrikalar ve çeşitli mülklerin yerinde yeller esiyordu, bunların hepsi babamın kumar bağımlılığının neticesinde buharlaşmış, maddi sıkıntılar bizim için her gün daha fazla artar olmuştu. Belki de babamın kalp krizi geçirmesinin sebebi de buydu. Sonraki yıllarda elde kalan para benim okulumu bitirmeme ancak yetebilmişti, ne zorluklar içerisinde okumuştum florida’nın cehennem sıcağında ben o okulu. Tabii maddi yönü itibarıyla bunların bir yanılgıdan ibaret olduğunu çok sonraları öğrenecektim.

Annemden bahsetmek gerekirse; modern anlamıyla başörtülü, 165 cm boyunda, 65 kilo civarı, bembeyaz kaymak gibi bir teni olan, belirgin vücut hatlarıyla (dolgun kalçaları ve büyük, diri memeleriyle) balık etli bir kadındı. Yaşı ve fiziğiyle ideal bir mature olan annem şengül, bunun yanında güzelliğini ortaya koyan çok hoş ve seksi bir yüze de sahipti. İnsanı içine çeken yeşil gözleri, pembeye boyadığı tatlı dudakları, bembeyaz dişleri ve minik hokka burnuyla adeta bir portre gibidir. Tatlı kadife sesi, hep güler yüzlü oluşu, sıklıkla beliren gülümsemesi ve zaman zaman attığı gür kahkahalar fiziksel özellikleriyle de birleşerek onu kolaylıkla şuh, alımlı ve seksi bir kadın boyutuna taşıyordu. Öyle ki onunla birkaç dakika geçiren her yaştan erkeğin ondan etkilenmemesi ve bunun bir “sexual tension” boyutuna ulaşmaması pek zor bir durum.

İstanbul’daki evime dönüşümle beni şaşırtan olayların başında annemin bir giyim mağazası açması olmuştu. Annem artık patron olmuş, açtığı mağazada bir de genç bir kızı tezgahtar olarak istihdam ediyordu. Anneme bu mağazanın hangi parayla açıldığını sorunca, bana babamın eski dostlarının ve sağolsun amcamın yardım ettiğini söyledi. 54 yaşındaki amcamın hali vakti yerindeydi, üç ayrı semtte kebapçısı vardı. Annemin finansal kaynak konusundaki açıklamalarını tam anlamıyla tatmin edici bulmasam da üstelemedim.

Geleli 1 ay olmuştu, temmuz sıcağı ortalığı kavuruyordu. tatil kısmını bir yana bırakıp artık iş arama kısmıyla meşgul olmam gerektiğini düşünüyordum o sıralar. Kafam bu düşüncelerle doluydu ama annemin ne kadar değiştiğini her gün daha açık şekilde görmem beni başka meseleler üzerine düşünmeye itiyordu. Babamın aşırı otoriter tavrının ve hatta zorbalığa varan ceberutluğunun hakim olduğu aile hayatımızda hem tek çocuk olan ben hem annem çoğu zaman edilgen ve ezik kalmaktan kurtulamıyor ve mütemadiyen her alanda ve her anlamda babamın sözlerini tereddütsüz emir telakki edip korkuyla uyguluyorduk. Ama artık her şey değişmiş, mehdi bey’in diktatörlüğü yıkılmıştı. Buna rağmen yine de anneme birkaç defa babamdan bahsedecek, hatrımızdaki pek az hoş anıyla onu yad etmeye çalışacak olmuştum, annemse ya lafı değiştirmiş ya gönülsüz bir iki kelam edebilmişti. Zaten bu normal değil miydi ki? Çirkin ve sevimsiz bir adam olan babamla evlenmelerinin en büyük sebebi babamın zengin oluşuydu, evlilik hayatları boyunca annemin babama hiçbir zaman sevgiyle yaklaştığını görmedim, gerçi aynısı babam için de geçerliydi. Annemi değişen şartlar yüksek özgüven sahibi, iletişim becerileri üst düzeyde olan, daha kadınsı giyinmekten ve çapkın bakışlar atmaktan kaçınmayan ve butün bunları “patron” titri ile otoriter bir üslupta yapan bir “femme fatale” olma haline taşımıştı.

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Beni şaşırtan önemli konulardan biri de annemin giyim tarzının çoğunlukla tesettür standartları içerisinde kalarak ve hatta bazen de dışına çıkarak kadınlığını vurgulayacak ölçüde değişmiş olduğuydu. Esk**en annem neredeyse topuklarına varacak ölçüde uzun bir etek giyer, üzerine de bol, vücut hatlarını belli etmeyecek kazak,sweat vs. giyerdi. Şimdiyse bazen diz kapaklarını zorlayan bazen dar bazen geniş etekler giyiyor ya da bacaklarını ve kalçalarını saran bir jean ya da kumaş pantolon tercih ediyordu. Üstü için de benzer durum geçerliydi, her giydiği karnını ve göğüslerini sıkıca sarıp, hatlarını belli eden kıyafetlerdi. Bunun üzerine bir de ağır makyaj yapıyordu, bazen kullandığı rimel, ruj vs. onu l****a makyajı yapmış azgın bir kadına dönüştürüyordu. Bu metamorfoz beni annemin iç çamaşırı çekmecelerini karıştırmaya varacak ölçüde hem meraklandırmış hem azdırmıştı. çekmecenin içi dantelli, transparan, g-string külotları bir diğeri ise tamamen transparan/yarı transparan, leopar desenli çeşitli seksi sütyenleri bana sunmuştu. Sütyenleri elime her aldığımda iç kısmını ağzıma doğru götürüp içine giren annemin iri memelerini hayal ederek kalp çarpıntısıyla kendimden geçiyordum.

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Aynısını g-string külotlar için de dakikalarca yapıyordum. Bu heyecanlı dakikaları bırakıp yeni şeyler aramak üzere giysi dolabını karıştırdığımda saten ve tül olmak üzere seksi gecelikler ve kombinezonlarla karşılaştım. Öyle muhteşem şeylerdi ki heyecanım gitgide büyüyordu. Özetle bütün bunlar yavaş yavaş annem şengül’ü annem olmaktan çıkararak, onu benim için orta yaşlı, seksi, isterik bir ev arkadaşına dönüştürmüştü. Ama aklımdaki esas soru da şuydu: “peki ama bu seksapelite kimin için?”

Annemin giyim mağazasına üç farklı günde, üçüncü gidişimde de annemi bulamadım, tezgahtar nebahat ( evet şarkı ismi gibi) annemin toptancıya gittiğini kırıtarak 3. defa söyledi. (Bu kızın da gözü bendeydi, bu aşamada biraz da kendimi aktarayım fiziksel olarak. 187 cm, 85 kg, esmer, her gün spor yaptığımdan hem atletik hem estetik bir vücuda sahibim.) Tevazuyu bir kenara bırakırsak tezgahtar bir kız için sosyal statü, eğitim ve fiziksel özelliklerim itibarıyla fena sayılmam. Bunlar bir yana da Şengül’ün toptancıya gitmediği besbelliydi, nereye gitmişti acaba? Bu soru, üst üste iki gün sabah annemle çıkıp, akşama kadar dükkanın civarında gizlice dolanmama yol açtı. Şans bu ya, annem neredeyse iki gün boyunca akşama kadar dükkandaydı. Yalnız amcam bu iki günde 3 defa mağazaya gelmiş ve her seferinde bir saatten fazla kalmıştı. Galiba aklımdaki sorunun cevabı da buydu ama varsayımları kenara bırakıp, emin olmam gerekti. Söz konusu ikinci günün akşamında annem mağazadan çıkıp eve gitmek üzere arabasına gittikten sonra, mağazaya daldım.

– Selimciğim hoşgeldin, ben de kapatıyordum.
– Nebahat, annemin odasından bir şey almam lazım, hemen hallederim.

Annemin odasına girip, her yanı iyice yokladım hızla. Fakat görünürde hiçbir şey yoktu. Çıkmak üzere kapının kulpunu tuttuğum anda kenarda duran çöp kutusu gözüme çarptı. İçini açıp bir iki kağıdı kaldırıp derine inince iki tane kullanılmıış, içi sperm dolu prezarvatif ortaya çıktı. Varsayımlar hakikate dönüşmüştü. Çöp kutusunu kapatıp, odayı gözlemledim. Deri, açılıp çift kişilik geniş bir yatağa dönüşebilen bir koltuk vardı, oda için fazla geniş bir koltuktu. Esbab-ı mucibesi şimdi anlaşılıyordu, haydar amcam yengesini işte bu deri koltukta gün aşırı sikiyordu. Bunun üzerine annemin oğluma mezuniyet hediyem diyerek aldığı, muhtemelen haydar amcamın parasıyla alınmış spor bir mercedes’le caddebostan sahilinden kadıköy’e doğru ağır ağır yol alıyordum.

Moda’da daha önce birkaç defa sikiştiğim escort melike’nin memelerini yalarken amcamın ağzı ve diliyle annemin memelerini nasıl yalayıp ısırdığı aklıma geliyordu. melike’nin memeleri ufaktı, anneminkilerse hem iri hem diriydi. Başımı kaldırıp nalan’a: “bana haydar de, haydarım sik beni de” “ne haydarı canım” “ben de sana şengülüm, orospum diyeceğim” “selim, sen de mi manyadın lan” “sen ne diyorsam onu söyle güzel bahşiş vereceğim, azdır beni bu sözlerle”….

Melike’yle geçirdiğim gecenin ardından arabamla eve dönüyordum. Onların neler yaşadığını hayal ederek, haydar olup annem şengül’ü defalarca sikmiştim. Amerika’dayken seks yapmadığım kadın tipi kalmamıştı, defalarca broşalmıştım, yaşım 23’e varırken yıllar boyunca ne kadar çok broşalmıştım ama dün nalan’ın evindekileri düşününce sanki kendimi ilk kez broşalmış gibi hissettim. Çünkü böylesi hiç olmamıştı, adeta kor bir alev gibi yanmış ve nalan’ın amcığını ve kasıklarını döllerimle sırılsıklam yapmıştım.

Eve vardığımda saat 11’e geliyordu, annem çoktan mağazaya gitmişti, ben de yorgun olmama rağmen hemen bir duş alıp çıktım. Şüphe uyandırmak istemediğimden arabayı almak yerine taksiye bindim. İçimden bugün bir şeyler olacak diye hissediyordum ama olacak olan hakikaten olacaksa ben ne yapacağım o zaman diye düşünmeden de edemiyordum. Amcam içerideki odaya girecek ve annemi sikecek. Peki ben ne yapacağım? Ya da amcam annemi alıp götürecek ve bir yerde sikecek, o zaman yine ben ne yapacağım? Muammalarla dolu “sexual corruption” temalı oynadığım bu bir tür dedektiflik oyunu nasıl son bulacaktı, hiç bilmiyordum.

Yaklaşık iki saat olmuştu, halen oturuyordum bu parkta. Oturduğum yerden uzaklıktan kaynaklı olarak biraz zor da olsa mağazayı görebiliyordum. Güvercinleri ve onlara yem atanları izlerken neredeyse annemin mağazadan çıkışını kaçırıyordum. Şengül’ü görmemle birlikte (başında yüzünü ortaya çıkarak değişik bağlama stiline sahip beyaz bir türban, lila renkte koca memelerini gözler önüne seren dar bir bluz, siyah topuklusunun birkaç parmak üstünde biten siyah bir etek vardı.

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hızlı adımlarla onu takibe koyuldum, yaklaşık 10 dakika yürüdükten sonra malum kişi yani haydar amcam annemi yol ağzından tank gibi olan cipine aldı. Hemen taksi çevirip takip ettirmeye başladım. Uzun süren yolculuk dragos’ta geniş bahçeli bir villanın önünde son buldu. Onlar inip içeri girerken, ben de taksiciye dikkatli takibi ve meraklı sorularını kesmesi sebebiyle mükafatı olan 100 lirayı takdim ettim. Amerika’da geçen yıllardan sonra henüz yeni yeni alışmaya başladığım istanbul’da daha önce hiç gitmediğim dragos’ta koskoca bir villanın etrafında dolanarak içeri girmek için micheal scofield tarzı bir plan yapmaya çalışıyordum ki bu anlarda villanın arka duvarının hemen yakınında duvara aşmamda yardımcı olabilecek büyük ve uzun bir kalas buldum. Yine de pek kolay olmadı oraya tırmanmak, demirlere kolumu çarparak ufak bir yarayla içeri dalabildim. Bahçede pek çok farklı türde ağaç ve çiçek vardı ama asıl korkum bir köpeğin varlığıydı ki neyse yoktu. Ağır ağır adımlarla eve yaklaştım, şatovari villanın camlarından ilkin amcam haydar’ı gördüm, telefonla konuşuyordu. Annem ortalıkta görünmüyordu. 5-6 dakika sonra haydar telefon görüşmesini sürdürürken, korna sesleri gelmeye başladı. Amcam hızlı adımlarla dışarı çıkıp kapıyı açtı, içeriye beyaz renk çok lüks bir bentley girdi. İçinden çıkan babamın eski arkadaşı, altmışlı yaşların ortasındaki hacı abdullah amca idi. Esk**en sadece ik marketi olan, birkaç defa hacca gitmiş bu mübarek adam son yıllarda hızla zenginleşmiş ve büyük bir market zincirinin sahibi olmuştu, altındaki araba servetinin ne ölçüde genişlediğini ifade ediyordu. Haydar amcam, hacı abdullah’i alarak bahçedeki masaya götürdü. Bunlar oturup sigara içerken birkaç dakika sonra da esk**en beri zengin olan pek çok döviz bürosu ve kuyumcusu olan hanzovari bir görünüme sahip, amcamın akranı diyebileceğim bir yaştaki arap asıllı usame kendisine hiç yakışmayan kırmızı ferrasi ve her yerine takıp takıştırdığı altın yüzük ve kolyeleriyle çıkageldi. Bir koltuk broştu, beklenen adam da ultra lüks minibüsüyle geldi. tesettür giyim üzerine birkaç mağazası ve anadolu’da iki avm’si olan 45’li yaşlardaki ahmet de son yıllarda iyice zenginleşmişti, imam nikahlı 3 tane karısı olduğunu herkes değilse de bilen bilirdi. Masada tüm koltuklar dolmuştu ama o zaman haydar amca ve eski iki arkadaşı hacı abdullah ve usame ve tabii bir de son gelen çember sakallı ahmet, hepsi birden annemi mi sikecekti? Ahmet minibüsün arka kapısını açtığında aşağı inen uzun boylu ve beyaz tenli, biri siyah biri kızıl saçlı iki travesti ve onların arkasından inen daha sonradan çember sakallı’nın son hanımı olduğunu öğrendiğim o seksi türbanlıyı görmemle birlikte çılgın bir partiye düştüğümü hemen anlayıverdim.

kızlar masadakilere el sallayarak içeri girdiler, ahmet masaya geçti. Bense o sırada ağacın arkasında bir yandan masayı bir yandan da evin içini gözetliyordum. Belli ki bu aşılması güç duvarların içerisinde çok şey yaşanmıştı. İlk olarak gözüme daha sonradan adının mümine olduğunu ve bu partiye ilk kez katıldığını öğrendiğim ahmet’in imam nikahlı son eşi çarptı. biraz sonra o iki travesti de seksi kıyafetler içerisinde aşağıya indiler. Annem salondan çıkıp 5 dakika sonra nefes kesici bir kıyafetle içeriye girdi. Tabanı kırmızı, rugan topuklu ayakkabısı, dizlerini biraz aşan ince siyah külotlu çorabı, beyaz ağırlıklı jartiyeri ve pers yeşili türbanıyla 5 metre ilerimde duruyordu. Elindeki 5-6 farklı renk ve modeldeki türbanı hemen yakındaki giysi dolabına bıraktı, daha sonra o büyük dolaptaki çeşitli kıyafet ve aksesuarları kadınların ve travestilerin arada özellikle partner değiştirdikçe çıkartıp taktığına şahit olacaktım.

Anneciğimin arkası cama dönük konuşurken gördüğüm mükemmel götü adeta nefesimi kesmişti. Kızıl ve siyah saçlı travesti ve mümine üç ayrı geniş yatağa oturmuş, üçü de el aynalarındaki son hallerine göz atıyorlardı. Annem dışarı çıktı, beyaz masaya doğru yürüdü ve sadece kilotlarını çıkarmadan bekleyenlerden yaş sırasına göre ilk önce hacı abdullah geldi annemin yanına. annem kısacık ateşli bir öpüşme sonrasında, hacı’nın kilodunu eliyle çıkararak 20 saniye kadar sikini sıvazlayıp, sonra da götüne şaplak atarak onu içeri yolladı. Mütedeyyin iş adamı, kıçındaki kıllar ağaran hacı abdullah annem şengül’den kıçına şaplak yiyerek wonderland’e doğru yol alıyordu. Aynı prosedür diğer 3 katılımcı için de uygulandı, son sıradaki ahmet bu ritüeli uzatmak istese de annem buyurgan tavrıyla ona yolu gösterdi. Çılgın partinin, çılgın bir ritüelle start alması ve her şeyin büyük bir özenle yürümesi, her şeyi fransızca tabirle “cream de la cream” kılıyordu.

Çırılçıplak kalmıştım, bunca şeye şahit olduktan sonra artık korkacak da bir şey kalmamıştı. Kapı açık olduğundan usul usul çırılçıplak halde hemen arkalarından içeri girdim. Koca bir salon, küçük masalarda ağız toplarından vibratörlere, çeşitli kremlerden kırbaca kadar bir sürü farklı seks oyuncağının yanı sıra pahalı konyaklar, viskiler, şaraplar, purolar….anlaşılan tabular yıkılmış ve hazzın sıcağı bütün katılımcıları aşktan ve zevkten uçurur olmuştu. bütün bunların ortasında 4 ayrı yatak ve o 4 ayrı yatakta her türlü fantezi dönüyordu, bu kuşkusuz dünyanın her yerinde olabilirdi ama bu seks partisini farklı kılan katılımcılarıydı. Bu odadaki bütün kadınları başta annem şengül’ü, o travestileri sikmek istiyordum, yetinmeyecek amcamın 20 cm civarındaki devasa yarağını da şapır şupur yalayacaktım, bütün aklım, heyecanım ve kalbim sikimde atıyordu. Bütün bunlara gittikçe yükselen şekilde duyulan inlemeler ve odadaki afrodizyak etkili kokular da etkilenmişti. Karşımdaki manzara gaspar noe ya da pasolini filmlerinden çılgın bir sahne değil, bir adım ötemde duran gerçekti.

O esnada şunlar yaşanıyordu:

Hacı abdullah ilk girmenin avantajıyla biraz öndeydi ve bir eliyle memelerini okşadığı kızıl saçlı afetin sikini diliyle canlandırmaya çalışıyordu. Haydar amcam yeni gelin mümine’ye o güzel sikini yalatıyordu:

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Mümine de arada rakısını yudumluyor, annemle yiyişen kocası ahmet’in çıkardığı vahşice sesleri duyup tecrübeli ellerde bir erkeğin ne hale geleceğini arada böyle bakarak iyice görüyordu:

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usame ise diğer travestiyi sırtı kendisine dönük şekilde oturtup bir yandan götünüsikiyor bir diğer yandan da onun sikini sıvazlıyordu.

Ortama daha dikkatle baktığımda annemin koltuk-yatak arası üzerinde sevişilen bu 4 mobilyadan en büyüğünde bulunduğunu gördüm. bunun, adeta sadrazam kayığı ya da bir çeşit devasa kleopatra koltuğu olduğu söylenebilirdi. Annem ahmet’in sikini yalıyordu ama ne yalama…dilini adeta bir sanatçı gibi kullanıyor, ahmet’in sikinin başını öyle güzel dilliyor, sonra ağzını açıp sikinin başını, o küçücük bölgeyi ağzına alıp bırakıyordu. Diliyle damarlı yarrağının üzerinde adeta sörf yaparak ahmet’in taşaklarına iniyor ufak ufak, hınzırca ısırıklarla ahmet’i çıldırtıyordu. Annem’in bu kadar uzun yıllar babamla geçen mutsuz evliliğinden sonra, belki de yıllar sonra kendini tatmin etmesi ile yüksek ve sınırsız cinsel arzuları açığa çıkmıştı. Sonradan öğrendiğime göre annem son 3 sene içerisinde kendisindeki cevheri öyle bir göstermiş ki bir sex mastera dönüşmüş, wonderland dediğim bu seks vahasını en ince ayrıntısına kadar kendisi yaratmış, işte o kadın şimdi ahmet isimli muhafazakar zengin bir işadamını azdırarak saksosuyla kudurtuyordu.

kudurduğum için daha fazla dayanamıyordum, annemin götünü siken ahmet’in işini bitirmesinden sonra hemen içeri girecektim. Ahmet sikini çıkarıp anamın götüne değil suratına doğru getirerek sikini yalatmaya başladı broşalmaya yakın da çıkarıp şengül’ün yüzünü dölleriyle bıraktı.tam o anda hacı abdullah kızıl travestiyi amcam haydar’ın kollarına bırakmış, haydar’ın bıraktığı tazecik mümine’yi de hacı abdullah yarağının üzerine almıştı. usame hala diğer travestiyle sikişiyor, bir gözüyle de kleopatra şengül’ün broşa çıkmasını bekliyordu. İşte tam o sırada içeri daldım, herkes beni fark ettiği anda hemen yerinden kalktı, onlar gibi çırılçıplaktım ve sikimden döller yere akıyordu. Ahmet broşalıp rahatlamış, usame annemi beklerken kudurmuş, hacı abdullah mümine’nin taze vücudundan bir anlık da olsa kopmasından dolayı öfkelenmiş, amcam haydar’sa çözemediğim şekilde bu vartayı unutarak ilk konuşan olmuş, gülümseyerek bana hoşgeldin demişti. Bizim kebapçı tuhaf adamdı doğrusu. Annemin dudakları, yanakları döl içindeydi.

– Oğlum selim şey, ne denir ki?
– Annem ben hesap sormaya değil, sikişmeye geldim. Burası mükemmel.
– Kızmadın mı yani?
– Seninle gurur duyuyorum ben, sen eşsiz bir community yaratmışsın, sen bir dahisin, seks tanrıçasısın.

Herkes şaşkınlığı atlatmış, hacı abdullah’ın buraya nasıl girdiğime dair peşi sıra sorduğu soruların ardından, buradaki işleyişe dair birkaç şey söylemişti. En önemli şeyin hiyerarşi olduğu ve şengül’ün buranın kraliçesi olduğu, en son katılanın en düşük rütbede olduğu gibi şeylerdi. Herkes çıplak bir şekildeyken süren bu 10 dakikalık diyaloğun ardından herkesin bir duş alması ve yemekten sonra devam edilmesi kararlaştırıldı. Usame ve elbette usame’den bin kat daha fazla ben annemi sikememenin verdiği sıkıntıyla biraz tatsızdık.

Herkes üzerini değiştirmek ve duş almak üzere odalarına çekildi, haydar amcam da eliyle bana gel işareti yaptı. Onun odasına gittik, yemek masasında bazı kuralların olduğu kapalı kıyafetlerle oturmak gerektiğini, ön taraftaki havuz başı partilerinden sonra bile yemek masasına mayo, deniz şortu ve bikini ile oturulamayacağı gibi kurallardan söz etti. Bana çok güzel bir gün geçireceğimi falan söyledi ama ben fena halde azmıştım ve az önce salondaki mükellef ve mükemmel sofradan bana bir ekmek kırıntısı bile düşmemişti. Göbekli ve biraz da kıllı olan amcamın vücudu hele hele o güzel ve hala yarı kalkık olan siki beni delirtmişti. Amerika’da defalarca gaylerle seks yapmıştım, vücudumun ne kadar çekici olduğunu iyi biliyordum. Dayanamayıp arkasından dolanarak elimi o koca güzel sikine attım, dikleşen memelerimi de onun sırtına sürüyordum. Amcam azgınca hırlıyordu, bir elini o da benim arkama attı. Birkaç dakika böylece devam ettik ve öyle ani döndü ki incecik dudaklarımı kalın etli dudaklarıyla buluşturdu, adeta yiyordu beni, dişleri dudaklarımı koparacaktı neredeyse. Bıyıkları ağzıma giriyordu, öyle tatlı tatlı yiyordu ki beni ayaküstü. Aleti iyice kabarmıştı, beraber yatağa atladık. Amcamın kucağına oturup, dudaklarına yumuldum. Bıyıklı beni yiyordu, elleriyle de memelerimi avuçluyordu, öyle hırıltılar çıkararak broşalıyorduk ki annemin ve tezgahtar nebahat’in odaya girmesiyle durabildik. Onlar da haydi yemek hazır tümcesinin, haydi kısmını söylerken bu manzarayla karşılaşınca bir anda donakaldılar. Pek çok şeye tanık olsa da annemi, oğlunun kaynının sikinin üzerinde ceylan gibi sekmesi şaşırtmıştı. Yaşananlar adeta film karesi gibiydi. Geldikleri gibi aniden bir şey söylemeden çıktılar, hay aksi Nebahat’in burada ne işi vardı. Haydarım ve ben istifimizi bozmadık, 10 dakika daha sevişip beraber duşa girdik sonra da o yemek masasına ben de bahçede bıraktığım kıyafetlerimi giymeye gittim. Yemeğe biraz geç katılmıştım, daha sonra tabii bunun da nahoş bir tavır olarak kabul edildiğini öğrendim. Nebahat villanın arka girişinden 2 saat önce gelip bütün yemekleri yapıp, masayı hazırlamıştı. Masanın bir başında annem diğer başında hacı abdullah amca oturuyordu. Masada seks konuşmak da yasak olduğundan, seks dışında bambaşka şeyler konuşuluyordu. Ahmet’in başakşehir’de açacağı giyim mağazası, hacı abdullah’ın taksim’deki kendi adını taşıyan lokantayı almak gibi tuhaf hayali, annemin yerli yersiz attığı şuh kahkahalar, usame’nin altın fiyatları ve dövizin yükselişi üzerine attığı nutuklar ve ekonomik krizin varlığına ilişkin iddiaları ve ona menfi anlamda gösterilen tepkilerle birlikte yemeği tamamladık.

Havuz başına geçip oturmuştuk, benim aklım ne zaman sikişeceğimizdeydi ve en önemlisi şengül’ü ne zaman bağırta bağırta sikeceğimdeydi. Tabii sonradan haydar’dan öğrendim ki annemi buradaki saçmalıklara göre en son sikme sırası bendeydi. Tabii haydar sağolsun sırasını bana verdi, artık sondan ikinciydim. Nebahat elinde tepsiyle geldi, bir fincan türk kahvesi dışında hepsi çeşitli içkilerden oluşuyordu. Herhalde türk kahvesini hacı abdullah içecek derken, hacı en önce buzlu rakıyı kaptı, türk kahvesi içen annem dışında herkes çeşitli içkiler aldı. Ben de usame’nin çok özel (pahalı demeye utandığından) dediği konyaktan almıştım.

Yaklaşık bir saaat geçmiş, herkes çakırkeyf olmuştu, annem haydi içeri geçelim diye buyurdu. Sonra öğrendim ki yaşadığımız havuz başı rutininin ardından söylenen bu cümlenin anlamı 15 dakika sonra herkesin salonda hazır bulunması gerektiğiydi. Villaya girerken annem tarafından icra edilen malum ritüel birazdan yine başlayacaktı. böylelikle anneme ilk kez dokunabilecek, dudaklarına kısa da olsa yapışıp sonra da sikimi yine kısa bir süre için de olsa eline verebilecektim. Annem salonunun girişindeki koltukta sırayla bu muameleyi herkese çekiyordu, herkes tadı damağında kalarak salona giriyordu. Sıra sonunda bana gelmişti.

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dudaklarına öyle bir yapıştım ki hem süreyi bir dakikadan fazla ihlal ettim hem de annemi kendime çekerek yine yapmamam gereken bir şeyi yapmıştım. Bunun üzerine usame ve hacı bana dönük olarak kibarca bir uyarı yaptılar ve o anda bitirdik. Annem ceza olarak sikimi de sıvazlamamıştı.

Abdullah yine mümine’yi domaltmak üzere hazırlamıştı. Ahmet siyah saçlı olan travestinin sikini yalarken, travesti de onun deliğini yalıyordu. Amcam haydar nebahati götünden sikiyordu. Kızıl saçlı travesti de bana kalmıştı ama ağır tempo giderek annemi izliyordum çünkü usame denen herifin ağzının suyu akıyor, annemde ona striptiz yaparak onu çıldırtıyordu. Daha sonraları usame’nin annemle evlenmek için anneme defalarca malvarlığının yarısını önerdiğini, anneminse bunu düşünmeden her defasında reddettiğini öğrenecektim. Annem usame ile evlenmek istemese de onunla sevişmeye bayılıyordu, bu her halinden belliydi. Annem usame için öyle bir şey giymişti ki neredeyse aklım çıkacaktı:

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kızılla annemi izleyerek azgınca öpüşüyordum ki amcam yanına çağırdı bizi. Sonra dudaklarıma saldırdı, fena azmıştık. Kızılda bir yandan sikiyle arkamı zorluyordu. Haydar eliyle kızıla nebahati gösterdi, nebahatin de süt gibi vücudu vardı. Dayım arkadan bana ağır ağır sokmaya başladı:

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nebahat de kızılın yarağını yalıyordu. Annem haydar amcama seslendi:

– Haydar oğum nasıl, canını çok yakma
– Şengülcüğüm oğlundaki göt sen hariç buradaki dört karıda da yok. oğlun götünün bu güzelliğini senden almış.
– Oğluşum,aşkım seni hacı’dan sonra alıcam.

Annem duş alıp geldikten sonra hacı anamı sikecekti, ahmet’in sikini yalayıp haydar’ımın sikini sıvazladığım o anlarda omzumdan tutarak:

– Burada gördüğün bu insanlar nasıl bu hale geldi diye merak ediyorsundur, annen öyle bir aşüfte ki hepimizi yoldan çıkardı. Ama bedeli ne olursa olsun annenin koynuna girmek her şeye değer.
– Haklısın ama bana daha tadına bakmak kısmet olmadı.
– Olacak, olacak…annen bugün çok daha azgın, tam yemelik zamanında. herhalde şengül’ü çıldırtan senin gibi bir yağız delikanlıyı koynuna alacak olması. Bunları yalıyorsun da eee bizim başımız kel mi? Haydi annenin amına girmeden ıslat şu koca oğlanı…

Hacı abdullah’ın sikini yalamaya başladım, hacı abdullah’ın yaşına bakarak yaptığım tahminin aksine siki sımsıcak ve damarlıydı. Annem gelmişti işte, hacı yarağını ağzımdan çekip anneme doğru hareketlendi. Aynı ahmet’in son karısı gibi domaltır bir pozisyona getirdi:

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hacı annemi çatır çutur bağırtarak sikerken ben de farklı kombinasyonlar dahilinde diğerleriyle sikişmeyi sürdürüyordum. hem mümine’yi sikerken hem de bana defalarca kez aşık olduğunu söyleyen nebahat’in içindeyken annemin öncesinde heteroseksüel tarafımı ayakta tutmaya çalışıyordum.

Hacı’nın artık işi bitmiş sıra bana gelmişti, annem duşa girdiğinde ben de mümine’nin içinden çıktım. Yemek sonrasında havuz başındayken bol bol ceviz ve fındık yemiştim, şimdi de final maçı öncesi cinsel isteğimin sönmemesi için daha fazla broşalmayacak, sadece salonun başındaki dev ekranda oynayan pornoyu izleyip, dinlenecektim. Yaklaşık yarım saat olmuş, heyecanla beklediğim kadın hala görünmemişti. Bunun üzerine içeriye gidip, duşa baktığımda hacının annemi yiyip, sonra da sakso çektirişini bir 10 dakika izlemek zorunda kaldım. Doğrusu çok güzel sevişiyorlardı.

artık dayanamayarak hacı’yı hem uyardım hem de kuralları hatırlattım. O da benden özür dileyip, annemin dayanılmaz olduğunu söyledi. Hacı çıktıktan sonra anneme:

– Saatlerdir bekliyorum, hemen burada yapalım, anne dayanamıyorum kadınlığına, neredeyse ağlatacaksın hadi ya
– Aşkım özür dilerim, bu kuralları ben koydum şimdi de uymasam olmaz. İçerideki dolabımdan istediğin kıyafeti getir bırak. Yukarı kata çık özel oda var, orada duş alıp, bekle beni. Annen seni orada ebediyen erkeği yapacak bitanem.
İstemeye istemeye dediklerini yaptım. Yarım saat sonra annem geldi. Bugün onu çok farklı kıyafetler içerisinde görmüştüm ama ben evdeki gibi giyinmesini istemiştim. Beyaz bir başörtüsü ve normal bir kıyafet. Annem içeri girdiğinde ayağa kalktım, kapının eşiğinden bana gülümsüyordu. Anneme doğru gidip kapıyı kapattım. Bir nefes kadar yakındım ona artık, gözleri gözlerimdeydi. Anın zevkini çıkarmak için ağır hareket ediyorduk, hint filmlerindeki gibi burnumuzu ve yüzümüzü birbirine sürtüyor, hırıltılı seslerle, vahşi arzularla koklaşıyorduk. Dudaklarıma azgınca saldıran şengül oldu, öyle ani ve şiddetli şekilde atıldı ki adeta yiyordu dudaklarımı, elleri sırtımdan kalçalarıma doğru inmiş, kalçalarımı mıncıklıyordu. Ben de annemin kalçalarında kadife teninde parmaklarımı gezdiriyordum.yavaş yavaş adımlarla beni yatağa atıp, sikimi avuçladı.

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diliyle sikimi buluşturduğunda annemin tadına iyice varmaya başladım. Dokunuşları öyle ustaca, timingi o kadar doğruydu ki çıldırtıcı iniltiler çıkarmaktan geri duramadım. bir erkeğin siki ve taşaklarıyla oluşan bütünlüğün tamamından yararlanmasını öyle güzel beceriyordu ki, en hassas bölgelerimi şevhetli dil darbeleriyle ıslatmıştı. Bana sürekli kocacım ve artık kocamı buldum diyordu. Sikim broşalmaya çok yaklaştığında tamamen ağzının içine alıp git gele başladım. Bunu yaptığı sırada bacaklarımın arasından bana azgın ve çapkın bakışlar gönderiyordu. Ağzına sular seller gibi broşaldım, ağzındaki döllerimi iştahla yuttu, diliyle dudaklarının kenarında kalanları da güzelce temizledi. Annemin iri memelerine artık dalma zamanı gelmişti, memelerini göstermeden öyle güzel avuçluyor ve beni kıvrandırıyordu ki neredeyse dayanamayıp saldıracaktım. Ama şengül ben kıvranırken bir anda çat diye açıverdi ve ben önüme serilen iri memeleri gözlerimle biraz inceledikten sonra ağır ağır avuçlayarak dillemeye başladım. Annemin eli kadınlığındaydı, bense annemin oldukça iri ve dikleşmiş memelerini avuçluyor, annemin de bir eliyle ittirdiği kafamı bu yemelik tombik memelerin arasına gömüp orada kalmak istiyordum. Annemin iniltileri her geçen dakika arttıkça memelerinden yavaşça bal kutusuna inmenin zamanı geldiğini anlayarak dilimi kadınlığına yavaş yavaş daldırdım. Sulanan amcığı öylesine yavaş ve aralıklı yalıyordum ki annem iyice azıyordu. Annemin yangınına son vermek üzere bacaklarını kaldırarak sikimin başını amcığına dayadım. Çok azmış olmama rağmen daha çok azmış olan annemin “sok sok kocacım” “sik artık selimim” diye inlemelerini duymak çok hoşuma gidiyor ve annemin arzulayan bakışlarına karşı sikimin başını ağır ağır sokuyor sonra da tamamen çekiyordum. Ağır ağır sadece başını sokup çıkarırken sonunda dayanamayıp öyle bir soktum ki annem “ahhhhhhahahahhhhhhhh” diye bağırarak bütün evi inletti. Ben de 8-10 defa sokup çıkardıktan sonra şengül’ün amcığına broşaldım. Hemen ardından anneciğmin yanına uzanarak 10 dakika boyunca ateşlice öpüştük. Dudaklarımı annemin boynuna oradan da ağır ağır koltuk altına doğru götürmüştüm, koltuk altını yalıyordum, içimde annemin her kuytusunu keşfetmek için öyle bir arzu vardı ki…

O gece annemle o villada sabah saat 9’a kadar korkunç bir iştahla seviştik, nebahat’in yemeğin hazır olduğunu haber veren sesiyle çırılçıplak ve koyun koyuna uyandığımızda saat 4’e geliyor ve bizi yeni bir parti bekliyordu.

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Selam değerli arkadaşlar, benim ismim Dilan. Ankara’da oturmaktayım. 3 yıllık evliyim ve 2 yaşında bir kızım var. 1.70 boyunda, 90-65-95 ölçülerine sahip, etrafımca güzel denilen, kumral tenli bir bayanım. Dekolte ve dar kotlar giymeyi çok seviyorum. Şunu da belirtmek isterim ki, popoma herkes hastadır. Ne zaman alışverişe gitsem, ne zaman çarşıda pazarda yalnız yürüsem, esnaf adamların yada markete giderken önünden geçtiğim dükkan sahiplerinin popoma bakarak iç geçirdiklerini çok iyi biliyorum. Götümü o ana kadar hiç siktirmediğim halde, aslında gizliden gizliye merak ta etmiyor değildim hani :)) Bir keresinde ise hiç tanımadıgım bir erkeğin arkamdan, “Güzelim senin o götüne benimkini bir soksam dünyalar benim olur!” dediğini duydum ve içimden, ‘Keşke soksan erkeğim, benimde öyle olur valla!’ diye geçirdim :)) Yani anlayacağınız götüme bu tür bakmalara ve laf atmalara alışığım.

Geçen sene başıma gelen olayı ilk defa burda paylaşıyorum, artık içimde tutamıyacağım ve başka birine anlatsam utancımdan öleceğimi biliyorum. Bundan yaklaşık 1 yıl önceydi. Bir Pazar günüydü. O gün kocam çalışmıyordu ve arkadaşlarının yanına gitmişti. Bense çocuğu uyutup evin işlerini bitirmiştim. Hava çok güzeldi, evde bunaldım, canım dışarı çıkmak istedi. Kocam olacak salağı aradım ve “Ali nerdesin?” diye sordum. “Arkadaşlarımın yanında kahvedeyim canım, birşey mi oldu?” dedi. “Hayır birşey olmadı, ama evde canım sıkıldı, gel de bizi biryerlere götür!” dedim. Kocam tamam deyince hazırlanmaya başladım. Yine altıma dar bir kot, üstüme yakası açık bir bady giydim, atlet giymeden sadece bir südyen taktım ve kocamı beklemeye başladım. Kocam geldiğinde çocuk ta uyanmıştı. “Ali hadi çocuğu da alalım pikniğe gidelim.” dedim. Kocam da, “Tamam olur. Kemal beyle eşi Banu hanıma da haber verelim mi? Belki onlar da gelmek isterler.” dedi. “Farketmez, gelsinler.” dedim. Onlara da haber verdik, onlar da geldiler. 2 araba yola çıktık. Yolda alışveriş falan derken piknik yerine vardık. Sonunda yerleştik ve çayımızı demleyip oturduk sohbete başladık…

Bizimle beraber gelen Banu ile Kemal, karşı binada oturan komşularımızdı. Onlarla oldukça samimiydik. Banu’nun kocası olacak Kemal pezevengi, arada sırada bana kaçamak bakışlarını yakaladığım, aklı sikinde olan birisiydi. Banu’nun anlattığına göre, siktigi zaman Banu 3 gün oturamıyormuş. Banu bana gerdek gecesini ve bazı geceler sikşmelerini tüm ayrıntılarıyla anlatırdı. Orospu bir de öyle bir ballandırarak anlatıyor ki, sormayın, sanki kocası beni sikmiş gibi oluyorum her seferinde. Neyse, bu arada kocam mangalı falan yaktı, Pirzolalar köfteler pişti, yedik içtik oturuyorduk. Herkeste bir mayışma başladı. Benim kızın uykusu geldi, arabaya yatırdık uyudu. Benim çişim gelmişti, ama burda nerde yapacaktım, her yer açıktı, ağaçlık alan ise uzaktı. Okadar sıkıştım ki, zor tutuyorum, nerdeyse donuma işeyeceğim. Çaresizce etrafa bakınırken, Banu, “Ben de sıkıştım, kız gel hadi bakınıp durma, beraber ağaçların oraya gidelim!” dedi.

Ben de kocama seslendim, “Ali hadi uyan, biz WC’ye gitcez, bize götür!” dedim. Ama nerdeee, bizim herifin karnı doydu, Rakıları da lüp lüp götürdü, uyanır mı hiç? İçimden, ‘Adi herif, inşallah karını ormanda biri bağırta bağırta siker de, onu bile duymazsın!’ dedim ve Banu’yla yalnız gitmeye karar verdik ve yanımıza peçetelerimizi aldık, ayaklandık. O sırada Banu’nun kocası gözlerini açtı ve “Ben size eşlik edeyim kızlar, merak etmeyin ben arkanızda olacağım!” dedi. İçimden, ‘Hapı yuttun Dilan, asıl şimdi merak et!’ dedim. Banu da, “Sağol aslan kocam!” diyerek yola çıktık. Araba ile gidemediğimzden yürüyorduk, Banu’nun kocası ise arkamızdan geliyordu. Banu da benim kadar sexy bir kadındır, o da benden aşağı kalmaz ve o gün dapdar bir eşofman giymişti. Arada bir arkama baktığımda, her seferinde kocasının götüme yiyecekmiş baktığını gördüm ve birşey diyemedim. Böyle ilerleyerek 5 dakika falan yürüdük ve ormana girdik, piknik yaptığımız yer gözden kayboldu…

Banu’ya, “Hadi hayatım sen şöyle yap, ben de az öteye yapayım!” dedim. Banu orda bir ağacın arkasına gitti, ben biraz daha ilerilere gittim. Pantolonumu (dar olduğundan) zorla indiridim ve işemek için yere çömeldim. Etraf çok sessizdi, birden korktum ve Banu’ya seslendim, “Banuuuuu? Banuuuuuu?” diye. Ama birkaç metre ötemde olmasına rağmen Banu’dan cevap gelmeyince kocasına seslendim, “Kemal abiii? Kemal abiiiiiiii?” diye. Kocasından da ses gelmeyince iyice korkmaya başladım. Hemen peçete ile amımı silip kalktım ve etrafa göz attım. Ama ikisi de ortalıkta yoktu. Derken arkamdan bir çıtırtı duydum ve daha arkamı dönemeden ağzımı bir el kapattı. Korkudan aklım çıktı, arkama dönmeme izin vermiyordu. Elinin birisini götüme atınca, bu olsa olsa Banu’nun sapık kocası Kemaldir diye şüphelendim ve çırpınmaya başladım. Kulağıma, “Şşşttt, sesini çıkarma, ben Kemal!” deyip elini ağzımdan çekti ve “Sakın ses çıkarma, kocan duyarsa rezil olursun!” dedi. Ben de, “Birşey yapmaya kalkarsan bağırırım, karın duyar, sen rezil olursun!” dedim…

“Banu duymaz, baygın yatıyor!” dedi. Meğerse Banu çişini yaptıktan sonra ayağa kalkarken tansiyonu düşmüş ve bayılıp yere yığılmış. Pezevenk kocası da bunu görünce, gidip Banu’ya yardım edip onu ayıltacağı yerde, benim yanıma gelmiş! Elinin birisiyle götümü avuçlarken, diğer eliyle de göğüslerimi yoğuruyordu. “İster güzellikle olacak, ister zorla! Seni burda sikmeden gitmem! Güzellikle olursa kimse farkına varmaz, zorla olursa üstünü başını yırtar, yerlerde süründürür yine sikerim, ozaman bunu da kocana nasıl açıklarsan açıkla bakalım, ben Banu’yu ayıltmaya çalışıyordum derim işin içinden çıkarım!” dedi. Haklıydı, ben artık çırpınmayı bıraktım, kocama da kızdığımdan, “Tamam, acele et ozaman, kocam uyanmadan işini bitir de gidelim!” dedim. O da, “Emrin olur fahişem, sen hiç merak etme, o pezevenk kocan uyanmadan amını götünü dağıtırım!” dedi. “Nebiçim konuşuyorsun sen öyle, düzgün konuşşana sapık herif!” dedim. “Hemen kızma güzelim, sende de hiç fantazi yokmuş!” dedi. “Tamam tamam bırak fantazi yapmayı da hadi acele et!” dedim…

Kemal pantolonumu külotumla birlikte dizime indirip başladı götümün yanaklarını avuçlamaya. “Senin bu götüne hastayım Dilan, sen bir Huri misin? Bu nasıl göt yaa?” deyince ve beni bir gülme aldı. “Hadi tamam uzatma, öyle bir göt işte, sen sikmeme bak! İyi sikersen ve akıllı olursan, bu göt daha çoooooook çıkar karşına!” deyiverdim. O da, “Sen yeter ki iste orospum, fahişem benim! Senin o götüne kurban olurum!” diyerek yumuldu arkama ve göt deliğimi yalamaya başladı. Bir götümü, bir amımı yalaması beni iyice azdırdı. Zevkten deliriyordum, “Hadi Kemal abi, sik artık ne olur! Beni iyice azdırdın sapık herif, sikeceksen sik artık, Banu ayılacak, kocam uyanacak, hadiii!” dedim. “Tamam Dilanım, seni öyle bir sikecem ki, ömrünce unutamaycaksın, aklından çıkmayacak, rüyalarına girecek ve hergün Kemalin yarrağı, Kemalin yarrağı diye sayıklayacaksın!” dedi. “Bak sennnnnn, öyle mi? Hadi sikte görelim şu meşhur yarrağını!” dedim. Dememle birlikte pantolununu indirdi ve yarrağı da külotundan kurtuldu. Ama ne kurtulma, göbeğine öyle bir çarptı ki, inanın korktum. Hemde nasıl korktum, hemen pantolonuma külotuma sarılıp yukarı çekmeye çalıştım…

Ama nafile, Kemal sapığı, “Ne oldu kız orospu? Rahat dursana! Tadına bakmadan nereye?” diyerek pantolonumu ve külotumu yeniden sıyırdı aşağı. Ben korkudan titreyerek, “Yalvarırım Kemal abi, ben o yarrağı nasıl alırım, başka ne istersen yapayım, ağzımla boşaltayım, ağzımdan diledigin kadar sik, ama onu bana sokma!” diyebildim. Kemal abinin yarrağından resmen tırsmıştım, korkudan titreye titreye bir hal oldum. Ama ok yaydan çıkmıştı birkere ve ben kendim kaşınmıştım. Adama kalkıp ta, karın ayılmadan, kocam uyanmadan beni hemen sik dersen, adam da böyle ballandıra ballandıra siker seni tabi! Bu yarrağı yemeden kurtulamayağıma aklım kesince kendimi bıraktım saldım artık. Anladım ki dönüşü yoktu, sike sike bu yarrağın tadına bakacaktım. Ve öyle de oldu. “Ağzına almaya okadar hevesliydin orospu, al bakalım!” diyerek beni önüne çöktürerek uzattı yarrağını. İlk defa kocamın yarrağından başka yarrak gördüm ve ağzıma alcaktım. Gerçi birazdan da götüme alacaktım 🙂

Yarrağını elimle tutup ağzıma yanaştırdım ve başladım yalamaya. Ama ağzıma sığmasını bırak, kafasını zor alıyordum ağzıma. Biraz yaladıktan sonra nefes almak için ara verdiğimde, “Bu nasıl bir yarrak Kemal abi? Banu anlatırdı da inanmazdım! Valla aynen dediği kadar varmış!” dedim. O da, “Banu’nun götü nasıl öyle büyüdü, nasıl öyle güzelleşti sanıyorsun? Bu yarrağın sayesinde işte!” dedi. Beni bir telaş daha sardı, yutkunarak, “Nasıl yani? Sen Banu’yu götten de mi sikiyorsun Kemal abi?” diyebildim. “Ne sandın ya yavrum? Herşeyi anlatmış sana orospu, birtek götten siktiğimi mi anlatmadı? Göt sikmek gibisi var mı! Ne o? Salak kocan daha senin bu güzel götünü sikmedi mi yoksa?” dedi. “Abi ne sikmesi, kocam daha göt deliğimi yalamadı bile! Hem isteseydi bile ordan vermezdim ki!” dedim. “Bana vereceksin ama!” diyerek beni ayağa kaldırdı, yarrağını tükürükledi ve “Hadi dön arkanı Dilanım!” diyerek, hafif öne eğilmemi sağladı. Ben doğrulup, “Kemal abi pantolonumu çıkarıp şuraya yatayım, bacaklarımı açayım, daha kolay olur!” dedim…

“Gerek yok yavrum, sen domal!” diyerek yeniden eğdi beni. Arkama yanaşıp yarrağıyla amıma badana yaparken zevkten ölecektim, amımın suları akmaya başladı ve çok geçmeden titreyerek boşaldım. Titremeler yüzünden ayakta zor duruyordum valla. Amıma sokacak diye heyecanla beklerken, o yarrağının başını göt deliğimde gezdirmeye başlamıştı. Götümü delmeye kararlıydı, yine de son bir umutla yalvardım, “Kemal abi yapma kulun köpeğin olayım orama elleme, amımdan ne kadar istersen sik, ama oraya dokunma, yalvarırım ne olur yapma!” diye. Ama ikna edemedim pezevengi. Yarrağının kafasını birden götüme sokunca, acıdan ben, “Kemal abiiiiii!” diye nasıl bağırdım ama. Götümün acısından ayaklarımı falan hissetmiyordum. Tecrübeli piç, hani beni belimden tutmasa kesin düşecektim. Ben, “Kemal abi çıkarrr, yanıyor götüm!” diye yalvarmaya devam ederken, piç kalanını da öyle bir soktu ki, acıdan geberiyorum sandım, beynimde şimşekler çaktı, nefes bile alamıyordum. Sanki taşaklarını da götüme sokmak istercesine beni kendine iyice çekip bir süre hareketsiz bekledi…

Ve sonrasında yarrağını götümün içinde yavaş yavaş oynatmaya başladı. Hafif hafif çekip geri sokarak götümü sikiyordu. Bense götümün acısını unutmak için, önümdeki ve etrafımdaki ağaçlara bön bön bakınıyordum. Birkaç dakika geçmişti ki artık yavaşça yarrağını başına kadar çıkartıyor ve tekrar yavaşça hepsini geri gömüyordu. İşte o andan itibaren götümün sikilmesinden zevk almaya başlamıştım. Yarrağı götüme girip çıktıkça amımın suları da kendiliğinden akmaya başlamıştı. İnleyerek, “Hadi erkeğim daha hızlı sik götümü, hadi sikicim daha sert sok fahişene, karının götünü sikiyormuş gibi sik orospunu, bu göt sana kurban olsun sik aslanım!” demeye başladım. Demez olsaydım, Kemal götüme öyle bir hızlı sokmaya başladı, öyle bir pompalamaya başladı ki anlatamam. Bacağıma ılık ılık birşeyler akmaya başladığında götüm artık kesin yırtıldı diye düşündüm, sanırım bu kandı. Telaşla, “Kemal abi neolur boşal artık, götüm kanıyor!” dedim. “Boşalacam orospu bekle biraz!” diyerek birkaç kez daha pompaladıktan sonra, götümden kanlı yarrağını ‘Cork!’ diye çıkarıp, beni döndürdüp önüne çömeltti ve suratıma öyle bir boşalmaya başladı ki anlatamam. Kocam Ali beni 3 gün sikse inanın bukadar boşalamaz!

Sonra hemen toparlandık, peçeteyle ağzımı yüzümü ve kanayan götümü sildim ve Banu’nun yanına gittik. Gittik ama tabi ben oraya kadar Kemal abinin yardımıyla yürüyebildim. Bacaklarım ayrık ayrık yürürken gören Kemal pezevengi pis pis gülüyordu. Neyse Banu’yu bulduk ve ayılttık. Banu gözlerini açıp kendine geldiğinde etrafına şaşkın şakın bakarak, “Bana ne oldu yaa, birden gözümün önü karardı, gerisini hatırlamıyorum, kendimi sanki dayak yemiş gibi hissediyorum!” dedi. Kemal abi de, “Birşey olmadı karıcığım, çişini yaptıktan sonra ayağa kalkarken birkaç saniyeliğine bayıldın, tansiyonun düştü herhalde, iyiki de yakındaydık hemen yetiştik.” deyip, kollarına girdik ve Banu’yu kaldırdık. Banu’yu ortamıza alarak piknik yaptığımız yere yürümeye başladık. Salak kocam uyanmış, çişimizi yapmaya gittiğimizi bilmediğinden etrafına salak salak bakınıyordu. Bizi o halde görünce, “Hayırdır? Nerdeydiniz? Banu’ya ne oldu öyle, beti benzi atmış?” diye sordu. Kemal de, “Hanımlar tuvalet ihtiyaçlarını göremeye gittiklerinde Banu’nun tansiyonu düştü, bayıldı!” dedi.

Kocam Banu’ya, “Geçmiş olsun!” deyip, bana da, “Ya sana ne oldu aşkım, aksak aksak yürüyorsun?” diye sordu. Ben de, “Aşkım hiç sorma, WC olmadığından ağaçların oraya gittik, çişimi yapmak için çömeldiğimde popoma öyle bir diken battı ki, mübarek sanki sopa gibiydi!” dedim. Ama bunu derken başka şeye benzetme olacağı aklıma gelmemişti :)) Anında herkes gülüşmeye başladı. Neyse biraz daha oturduktan sonra toplandık ve eve doğru yol aldık. Ama eve varana kadar ben arabada nasıl oturdum onu bana sorun. Eve girer girmez aynamı aldığım gibi tuvalete girdim. Domalıp göt deliğime baktığımda, esk**en gömlek düğmesi gibi olan götümün deliği, artık nerdeyse Rakı bardağının ağzı kadar açılıyordu. Üstelik büzüğüm öyle bir yırtılmış ve kanamıştı ki, kandan dolayı beyaz tangam kıpkırmızı olmuştu…

Götümün iyileşmesi 3 hafta kadar sürdü, ve bu sürede Kemal pezevenginin yakınından bile geçmedim. Taaki götüm kaşınmaya, yeniden Kemalin yarrağını istemeye başlayana kadar…

Hepinizin yarraklarını öpüyorum beyler. İyi sikişmeler!

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An Improbable Series of Quickies Ch. 09

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The other stories I have written in the Group Sex category have taken weeks even months to craft. This series came about out of a desire to produce a work quickly. There are (hopefully) going to be nine chapters in this ‘Quickie’ series, if they were included in a single work it would make the most implausible reading. I’m hoping that by splitting it over nine separate short stories it will be more fun and only improbable.

Enjoy.

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This Departure Lounge was the same as all the others, but this time I was different. I felt alive and there was nothing that this place could do to drag me down.

I reached for my phone, Elaine’s number only rang twice before she picked up, “Paul! Oh please tell me that you’ve called to let me know you are staying in the UK forever!!”

I laughed, “That is a very tempting thought, you have no idea how tempting!”

“It doesn’t sound like you are going to yield to the temptation though,” she had put on a grumpy voice.

“I’m afraid not, but I have news for you.”

“Oh, do tell, will I like it?”

“I hope so. I think I have found someone who may be your first candidate for your elicit adventures.”

“Tell me more darling.”

“It’s a lovely lady called Maggie, who I just know you are going to love.”

“Have you loved her darling?”

“Elaine, I don’t kiss and tell!” I pretended to sound shocked.

She laughed, “But do you shag and tell?”

“Elaine! Really…”

“You have haven’t you, I can tell, you randy little sod!”

I laughed, “Yes, I met her this afternoon in Hyde Park and we did it right in the middle of the park.”

There was a pause, “Oh my god that is so adventurous! I must try that. This Maggie of yours sounds like she could teach me a thing or two.”

“Well… funny you should say that…”

“What, why?”

“Have you ever had sex with another woman before?” I paused… no reaction, “because if you have I think Maggie would be very interested to find out what it’s like.”

I waited with baited breathe, “Oh my god, that opens up so many possibilities doesn’t it? Golly, I… we, err, well, no I haven’t but the idea is quite appealing. Hang on! Is this just you trying to organize a threesome?!”

I laughed out loud causing a few zombies to stare at me, “No, I hadn’t thought of that, but now you mention it I can’t wait!

“Oh Paul, I miss you so much already. Please come and visit soon.”

“I miss you too Elaine, I’m so glad that we met, you’ve helped change my life for the better.”

“And had a good shag!”

“Yes, that too. Have you found a sporty little number yet?”

“I’ve got a few candidates, but not decided yet, I’ll let you know.”

“OK fab. I’ve got to go I’m afraid, Take care Elaine.”

“You take care too, love you darling.”

“Love you too.”

I sighed contentedly, life is good.

On the plane I sank gratefully into my seat. The plane was packed, but it didn’t bother me. Sleep came easily this time. When I woke I switched my phone on and was delighted to see messages from Annabelle, Elaine and Aimee.

Annabelle, was so excited about Beth and demanded we meet for coffee ASAP. Elaine had sent me a picture of her preferred sports car, a Mazda MX5 hard top convertible in black, very nice! Best of all a long message from Aimee telling me that she had been promoted to The Board of Directors!!

As the usual bustle of exiting the aircraft took place I replied to all three. They were probably the best texts I’ve sent in my life, I felt ecstatic! Eventually I followed the crowd through immigration and then I made my way to Internal Transfers. It was a short 40 minute hop home. As I stood in the Check In queue I started to doubt myself. Why was I going home? I had nothing there. Why not go back to the UK and spend time with Elaine and Maggie? Practicalities, that’s why. I had to sort out my job, I wanted to see Annabelle. There would be time.

Suddenly I became aware of being crowded. Two uniformed police officers were on either side of me, “Please come with us sir.”

Fear gripped me, “What, why, what’s the matter.”

“Nothing to worry about sir, please come with us.”

“My knees went weak, “But.. ” They both took hold of my arms and led me away from the queue. Everyone was staring. They led me down a corridor and into a small room. “What’s going on!” I was proper scared now.

The two officers guided me into the room up to a desk behind which sat a rather stern looking woman. She stood up and looked me over, “Thank you for cooperating, my name is Detective Decker. We have intelligence that someone is planning an act of terrorism on a flight this evening and you match the description of the suspect.

Flabbergasted I tried to find words, “It’s not me… why would I… “

Detective Decker held up a hand and her face seemed to become even more severe, “It’s quite alright, this is just precautionary. If I may have your bag I will search it while these two officers conduct a strip search. I hope you understand we have to take all threats escort bayan bursa very seriously.”

“A strip search, you are joking right.”

One of the officers, took my arm “This way please sir,” I couldn’t believe this was happening, “please go behind the screen and remove all your clothes and pass them out in the basket, I will then search you.”

I did as I was told, doing my best to ignore my humiliation. Eventually the ordeal was over and I was given my clothes back. One of the officers left the room to make a report to Detective Decker, the other kept me company, it’s difficult to be chatty when you’ve just been strip searched! “Nice day isn’t it?” I said with more than a hint of sarcasm.

I was ushered out and the two police officers announced they had been called to another incident. Detective Decker looked up at me and seemed to be even sterner, if that were possible! “Thank you for your cooperation.”

“So, I’m cleared of being a terrorist?”

“Yes, as I said, we have to take these threats seriously.”

“Can I go then?”

“No.”

“What! Why?”

“Well you’re not our suspect, but it seems to me you may be guilty of something else?” I looked baffled. “Shoplifting perhaps?” She pulled all the panties out of my bag. “Care to explain?”

I rolled my eyes, oh god not again! I decided to be blunt. “They were all given to me by the women I had sex with. Eight women, eight panties. It’s been a really good trip!”

The detective looked bemused, “You’ve only been in the UK for 48 hours!”

I was getting cocky now, “I know, pretty good going don’t you think?”

I suddenly became aware of a change in the detective’s demeanor, she looked sad and the stern expression was mellowing. “But why?”

At that moment she was holding up felicity’s panties. I felt guilty for being so direct, “Well, for a variety of reasons, that one for example,” I pointed to her hand, “was a cab driver. We got talking and she confided in me that she’d never had oral sex so…”

The detective laughed mirthlessly, “Huh, I haven’t had…” she pulled herself up short and put everything back in my bag. “You’re free to go.” The stern look was back.

She pushed the bag across the desk. I looked at it, then at her, “I think I’d rather stay here a while and talk with you.”

She scowled at me, “I don’t have time to stand around talking, I have work to do.”

I held up a hand, “Look, I’m sorry if I offended you, I didn’t mean to. You seem really unhappy and I just wondered if I could help?”

Her demeanor mellowed a bit, “How could you possibly help?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know, but talking always seems to help.” For the first time I looked her over, she was a strange mix of feminine and masculine. “I bet your work is pretty tough at times and long hours.”

She sighed, “Yes, it can be.”

“You’ve obviously done well though, I’m guessing it must be hard to be a detective in a male dominated world?”

She laughed again with even less mirth, “You have no idea, no idea at all!”

“I imagine that you have felt like you’ve needed to be twice as good as everyone else just to be perceived as average.”

She looked weary, “You’re very perceptive.”

“I thought so, a female colleague told me that a couple of years ago. Your hair is very short…”

“It’s practical.”

“It doesn’t suit you,” She looked at me as though I were something that needed swatting, “what I mean is longer hair would accentuate your features, especially your eyes which are beautiful.”

“Are you a style consultant or something?”

“No, just someone who appreciates beauty.”

“Beauty? Me?” Her face began to soften, the stern look melted away and she began to look more like a young woman rather than a machine.

“Absolutely.”

She smirked slightly, “OK, blind man, tell me more!” She crossed her arms and looked at me with her head cocked to one side as if to say ‘you have 5 minutes then you’re dead’.

“What’s your first name detective?”

“Mimi.” She gave me a look that said, don’t laugh!

“That’s a beautiful name, OK,” deep breathe, “In my line of work, like yours, it’s easier to be effective as a man because people you deal with subconsciously take you more seriously.. “

She laughed, “It’s not even subconscious most of the time!”

I could see her frustration, “Apart from hard graft, I owe a lot of my success to one woman who was better at my job than me, but looked 100% drop dead gorgeous at the same time.”

Mimi unfolded her arms and for the first time looked interested in what I was saying. “Go On.” Her demeanor was visibly mellowing and her face became more feminine by the second.

“I think you can be the same effective detective for half the effort if you try to be yourself rather than competing with your male colleagues.” She was still listening which was a good sign, “grow your hair long, maybe shoulder length, take time out to get some fresh air, eat healthy food rather than snacking on junk food at all hours of the day and get some proper sleep.” bursa sinirsiz eskort I decided to keep talking as fast as I could so she had no time to respond. “And, most importantly, get rid of those clothes and wear something that emphasizes that fabulous figure of yours, you have loads of options that will make you look sensational and still be practical.”

I watched and waited, she took her time and was clearly considering my words, “You do know I’m a detective, yes? I have to work all hours.”

“Of course, but I bet your male colleagues get time to go to the gym or eat out or play golf or go on dates!” She winced. “Sorry, did I hit a nerve.”

She sighed, “I’ve worked so hard, I’ve given up everything I used to enjoy and dating is… well, let’s just say it’s not happening.”

“If you did what I’m suggesting, then dating would be way easier than you would have suspected.”

She frowned, “I don’t want them to look at me like I’m some dumb girl or a lump of meat! That’s why I do…” she pointed at herself, “… this!”

“Let them think what they want, you will still be the same detective, so while they get distracted, you can get on with the job.” I reached out and touched her arm and she looked down at my hand which I quickly withdrew. “Social boundaries are funny things aren’t they.”

She looked at me quizzically, “Sorry?”

“A short while ago I was forced to stand naked in front of two men while they searched me, purely because they have authority over me, but if I were to expose myself to you now, I’d be breaking the law and could be arrested.” She was about to speak and I held up a finger, “Hold that thought. I crossed a boundary by touching you, but only because I didn’t have your permission. All you have to do is say ‘yes’ and I could touch you.”

She looked at me and her face softened some more, “I only… I did that because.. I’m in charge here, it has to stay that way. I’m not… “

“How about I ask Mimi a question?”

“OK.”

I stepped a bit closer, “Mimi? Can I touch your arms?”

“Yes.” Her voice quavered as she spoke.

I reached out and held both her arms gently, “Mimi, you’re still in charge, you always will be, you’re also a beautiful woman.” She sighed softly. “Mimi?” I looked into her eyes, “Can I ask you another question?” She nodded slowly.

“Since you became the detective what have you missed the most?”

She looked like she was about to cry, “Oh god, I don’t know!” Her facade was breaking down in front of my eyes, “Everything, OK?!”

I stroked her arms, “Mimi, it’s OK, you’re still the detective.”

She straightened her back and took a deep breathe, “I love my job, I really do, but… I want… I miss… being cherished.” She looked into my eyes and I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. Slowly she placed her hands on my back. She whimpered a bit, “The only hugs I get these days are from my dad… I love his hugs, but I miss hugs that mean something different… ‘”

I stroked her hair, “Hugs that say you’re gorgeous?” She nodded. “Hugs that say I want you?” She sighed and nodded again. “Hugs that say I don’t ever want to let you go?”

She pulled back a bit and looked into my eyes, we were only inches apart, “Why are you being so kind to me?”

I smiled, “Because I can.”

“But what do you stand to gain?”

“Hopefully, the knowledge that I’ve helped you find a better place. Life is for living as they say.”

She studied my face, “Well thank you anyway, but I don’t see how you think you can help me?”

“I hope… by making you aware that not only are you a great detective, you are also a highly desirable woman.”

Her knees buckled slightly, she stared into my eyes, “If I acknowledge that, I might be letting down my guard and be seen as weak.”

I stroked her cheek, “There will be times when you must only be the detective and there will be times when you must only be Mimi, but both can live side by side.”

She took a deep breathe and then walked to the door, she turned to look at me and then flicked the lock. She walked back in front of me and looked into my eyes, “I think I’m about to make a highly questionable decision.”

“You are?” Briefly, I wondered if I should be worried.

“Yes,” She placed a hand on my chest, “you think I’m highly desirable?”

“Yes, I do and if you do what I suggest you will see for yourself.”

“So,” I could almost feel her heart beating, “if that’s true, do you desire me?”

“Mimi, if I was dead I’d desire you!”

She squeezed the bulge in my trousers and gasped, “I’m pleased to see you’re not dead… oh god what am I doing?!” Her hands started to work on my belt, “Do you want me… here… now?”

My heart was thumping and I felt a bit giddy, “Oh god, yes Mimi, I want you.”

My trousers and shorts were on the ground in no time, but it took a while to fight through all her ‘functional’ clothing, but eventually she was sitting on the edge of the desk, legs spread wide guiding my cock into her pussy, “Slowly, escort bayan please, go slowly,” I pushed gently and the tip of my cock slipped inside her, “slower, please, slower,” I pulled back a fraction and then pushed forward, bit by bit my cock slipped deeper and deeper inside her, “stop… moving… for a moment.”

I stroked the back of her head and did as she asked, “Are you OK Mimi?”

She smiled, probably her first smile for some time, “Why are you doing this, am I just another notch on the bedpost for you?”

This was a strange moment to start philosophizing, but I got where she was coming from, “Believe me Mimi, the last couple of days have been outrageous and no, no notches, lovely, beautiful people. I stayed here because I hoped I could help you, you seemed unhappy and… somehow…here we are. I feel great and I hope, I really hope you do too.”

She leaned forward and kissed me, “Oh yeah, I feel great. Fuck me!” Never have I been so happy to get the green light, I began to thrust into her pussy which was now deliciously wet. Each thrust caused her to open and close her mouth slightly, but she made no sound. She clutched onto my shoulders as I pounded into her and I knew that this wasn’t going to be a marathon. Her breathing was getting faster and her grip on my shoulders was tightening, she pulled me close, “oh yes, yes,” she whispered into my ear, “I’d forgotten how good this… feels, oh yes, please, slower… yes, that feels so good, ohh god, I… don’t stop doing that, please don’t… ohh…”

I tried to follow her commands, but her pussy felt so good, so warm, so tight… so wet, I just wanted to fuck her forever, “Mimi, you feel so good, your pussy is so wet, cum on me, soak my cock with your honey. I want to eat you!”

My words acted like an aphrodisiac, her arousal levels went through the roof, “You want to… want ohh, want to… eat me!?? Oh fuck, I’m… shit!” Her climax was intense, she clutched me tightly and her body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her, “Oh god, I’m cumming again, fuck, oh fuck… ahh, oh god… ahh, fuck… can’t stop, ahh fuck!”

I slowed the pace a bit and then stopped moving completely, my cock fully inside her. She caught her breathe and looked into my eyes, “You look even more beautiful when you’re cumming,” she laughed, “can I?” She nodded and I slowly pulled out of her. As my cock slipped free she gasped and shuddered, “Don’t worry I’ll be back inside you soon.”

“Lick me, please lick me!” The urgency in her voice was undeniable. Wasting no time I moved between her legs and started to lick up her soaked pussy. She grabbed my hair and held me in place, “Oh god that feels so good… lick my clit, oh yes like that oh god yes keep doing that… ahh… now suck it… ahh, yes, oh god that’s… so good, fuck yes!” The grip on my hair tightened and she started to mash my face into her pussy, which made finesse somewhat difficult. “Yes, suck it harder, yes oh fuck yes… oh god… I’m… ahhh,” I eased a finger inside her and pressed it up against her G-Spot, “ohhh, fuck don’t you dare stop doing that, don’t you dare stop… oh my… Jesus, that feels… oh god… oh god… FUCK!” Her thighs clamped around my head and she all but suffocated me, what a way to die!!

“Oh my good god, she released her strangle hold on me and breathing hard she gasped, “Get back inside me now!”

The pause to eat her pussy had given me the chance to pull back from the brink, but as soon as I slipped back inside her I knew it wasn’t going to be much of a reprieve. Her pussy was insanely wet and each thrust into was greeting with gasps, and moans and those fabulous squelching sounds of really good sex.

I increased the pace and just as I started to cum she pulled me in and hugged me tightly. As my cock pulsed inside her she gasped and I felt her body tense and then slowly relax. As our breathing returned to normal she released her grip on me. “Mimi?”

“Yes?” she sighed softly.

“You are one sexy lady. I cannot imagine what you are going to be like when you you become Mimi the detective!”

She laughed, it was a lovely laugh, “Well now, I suggest that you come back and find out. When you’ve got your penis out of me, I’ll give you my card.”

I laughed out loud, “I think that that sentence has never been spoken before by anyone, ever, in the history of the world!”

She laughed too, “And I said it, who’d have thought?” We got dressed, me faster than her, but not before she dropped her plain cotton panties into my bag, “I’ll not be needing them again. First thing I do this evening is buy myself some new lingerie.”

“Yay, way to go girl!” She looked so happy, it was fantastic. I was so happy. However, time had moved on and my flight was imminent. Mimi saw me through to my gate wearing her stern face and when we said goodbye I was desperate to hug her or even shake hands, but it wasn’t appropriate. “Mimi, thank you, thank you so much!”

“What for?”

“For making me feel alive, for being you. I can’t wait to see detective Mimi.”

She smiled, discretely, “Thank you too, god I feel good!”

With that I boarded the plane home. My head was spinning, everything that had happened over the last two days was just… unbelievable. Next stop though, Annabelle, I can’t wait to talk to her about Beth. I barely noticed when the plane took off.

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Best Friend’s Journey Pt. 05

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My first year of uni didn’t go how I expected it to go: I made new friends, explored new places, lived with my best friend, had my first experiences with group sex, and fucked my best friend’s girlfriend with him. Twice.

The first time was good; we had both had sex with her and everyone enjoyed themselves. Unfortunately, the second time we tried it, my best friend had not been quite up to task. He had finished before he had a chance to start, and then again while I was still going. So, obviously, his pride must have been hurting, as he was extremely distant with me for the next few weeks. Things got awkward.

This wasn’t entirely new. After the first time, as good as it was, he’d run away home. That only lasted for a short while, and his girlfriend had been fine with me, thankfully. This time, she was distant too.

To make matters worse, since we had all moved into flats in the same house, there was a near constant bombardment of sex. Before moving here, that would have sounded great, but it wasn’t. I would be woken up in the middle of the night by the unmistakable noises of one of my friends, or I’d bump into a dishevelled stranger looking proud of themselves at the front door, and so on. Not to say that I wasn’t contributing to this mess, but that’s beside the point.

It had been around a month since I had slept with her and I could count the number of words that either she or my best friend had said to me since, on like… three hands.

***

“Look, Sam, your ratings are great, but we’re seeing alarming patterns in your work,” Phil was saying.

He had dragged me into his office at the gym where I ‘worked’ as a ‘fitness instruction guru’ as soon as I had walked through the door.

“I know that university has started up again and we expect you to focus on your studies so allow a level of productivity decrease,” Phil continued, smirking from behind his desk. “But I’m afraid you’re going to-“

“-Wait, so are you telling me off or praising me here? You just said my ratings are great,” I cut in, impatient to destress with some exercise.

“If you would just let me finish,” he sneered across at me. “I’m giving you a warning. You need to take on more clients.”

“Look, mate, I know things work differently here as it’s a uni gym and you pay me rather than the people I help, or whatever, but I’m not doing that,” I stated.

This job had been advertised to me as something easy; I could just go to the gym and occasionally help people out as I was doing my own thing. It had been lucrative, and an easy way to pick up girls though, until now. Something clicked in my mind.

“-keep up then we will have to-” Phil was still looking proud of himself across the table as I cut off whatever he was saying.

“-This is about that Korean bird, isn’t it?” I asked.

His smirk faltered, “Japanese. Yuki is Japanese, and no, it’s not about h-“

“-Yuki, yeah. I saw you giving her an induction as if you owned her. Of course, she chose me over you. I wasn’t creepily staring at her on the-“

“-Yuki was my girlfriend!” Phil snapped back; his smirk vanished.

‘Was’. That may have complicated things here. She had started coming here a few weeks ago, just after term started. She seemed to fall into a pattern that overlapped mine; starting her workouts as the gym began to empty, late at night. She tended to focus on cardio, but eventually asked me for help with something simple, like how to use a kettlebell.

It made sense that she would have started working with me, as I was the one around when she needed it.

That naturally led to what we started doing in the showers after a set, or at my place, or that one time… Oh god, on the desk that Phil was leaning over right now. How was I supposed to know she had a boyfriend?

“Well maybe if you had been here for here when she needed it, then she wouldn’t have come to me,” I replied, immediately kicking myself at the phrasing.

“Get out,” Phil said quietly. “Yuki said the same thing…”

“You can’t do that,” I replied coolly.

“Actually, I can. Obviously, it’s in your contract: ‘no inappropriate relationships with clients’.”

“That’s a stupid rule, what about Sh-“

“-Sam, in case this isn’t getting through your thick head: you’re no longer employed here.”

The colour was returning to Phil, but his smirk had morphed into a maniacal grimace.

What was I supposed to do now? I needed the money, but more than that, I needed the outlet that the gym afforded me. Without this job, I would have to start paying to use the gym and I would need to get another job.

My best friend and current roommate, Carl, had mentioned that his girlfriend, Jess, had been making money online by selling pictures and videos of herself. If things weren’t such a shitshow at home, I would have considered asking her how to start; it sounded easy enough.

“Cheers, mate,” I smiled cheerily at Phil. “Oh, and if you see Yuki again, tell her she left a bra at mine.”

I turned gorukle escort and walked out the door as Phil starting muttering behind me. Three steps into the room and I heard the door slam against the wall as it was flung open behind me.

“Get the fuck out!” Phil shrieked. “You’re not welcome here at all anymore. Your membership is revoked too.”

The gym wasn’t busy, but there were still more than a handful of people who had turned to stare at the commotion. I smiled with exaggerated cheeriness at a few of the familiar faces as I turned to face Phil.

“Look, mate,” I began. “I don’t know why you’re taking this out on me. It was your girlfriend, and how was I to know?”

Phil was a big man. Probably a recent graduate or something, so, young, but older than me. He was muscular and tall, but just a little smaller than me, and I think that hurt his ego. He stepped forward, as if to square up to me, his face red and blotchy.

“I’m sorry,” I lied.

“If I had known she was your girlfriend then I wouldn’t have fucked her,” I continued, smirking, but facing away from the silent onlookers so they could only see his reaction. “She never mentioned you.”

There were a few gasps from behind me, but Phil had stopped advancing.

“Oi, Phil,” a familiar chirpy voice chimed in from the other side of the room. “As shitty as he is, you can’t stop a student from coming here just because he’s a dickhead.”

Phil looked past me, then slowly turned his face back to me, jaw clenched in rage. And then his shoulders slumped and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before turning and walking back to his office without a word.

“Come on big guy,” I felt someone’s arm on my shoulder and turned to look down at a familiar face. “You’ve ruined my session, let’s go before you ruin anyone else’s.”

Abby looked up at me with an expression that somehow conveyed both pain and humour. She had become one of my closest friends before things had gotten weird this year. She was one of Jess’s best friends and I’d met her through Jess and Carl. We’d established a friends-with-benefits relationship as we both thought we were mature enough to be fine with each of us sleeping with other people. That seemed to have changed since we had moved into the same house.

There was a pang in my stomach as I looked at her in her gym gear. Her skin was the colour of caramel, looking smooth and uncovered by sweat, meaning she hadn’t been here long. She wore a tight-fitting grey and black top that entirely exposed her toned stomach, and even tighter matching shorts that did nothing to conceal her tight, round bum.

Her dark eyes were, unusually, unobscured by her wild red, purple and black hair that had been tied back to hang down her back in a mass of curls. Her wide, thick, lips curved upwards in a reassuring smile.

“Nah, have your sesh. I, apparently, need to find a job now,” I grimaced, striding towards the exit.

“Nah, everyone’s looking at us now,” she replied, gesturing subtly. “I’ll just go get changed again and meet you outside.”

I didn’t even take the opportunity to watch her sway away as I walked towards the front desk. This year had barely begun and already it was getting worse.

***

I slumped against the wall outside and sighed. This was not how things were supposed to be. At least I could still use this gym – that was cheaper than finding an actual gym in the city. Although, if I couldn’t find a job quickly, then I wouldn’t be able to pay for it or go out. I would be trapped in the house of tension.

I sighed. I hadn’t ever had to think about things like this before.

“Hey,” came a squeak of a voice from the direction of the building’s entrance. “Sam?”

I looked around to see a short woman with brown hair and freckles. She was cute, but not beautiful. She was wearing gym gear that hugged her curves, of which there were many.

“Yeah?” I replied, trying to place her.

“Erm… It’s me, Emily?” The girl said, brown eyes narrowing. “You literally gave me my induction here last week.”

That was right. I had. She looked different then, in baggy clothes that were more suited for lazing around in your home than going to the gym in. That was the day the blonde one had split her leggings bending over, so obviously I had helped her into the locker room without anyone seeing, and she had showed me how flexible she could be, later on, in her car…

“Sam?” Emily said. “Are you…”

“Oh, sorry,” I responded quickly. “I’m a bit pissed off about losing my job, so not exactly on the ball. I remember you, Em.”

She smiled at that, before going on, “Yeah, about that. I actually have a way you can make some money… if you want it?”

She seemed to be blushing, and her words were coming out quickly, almost garbled.

“I… know some people who… They, erm, they’re in marketing. They’re always looking for… umm… I… So, they need…” Emily seemed to be floundering, so I tried smiling reassuringly. “They altıparmak eskort bayan need models!”

She was silent after that outburst for several seconds, so I opened my mouth to speak, but she spoke over me.

“They do stuff on all the socials… If you give me your number, I can give your details to them?” Her smile seemed almost hopeful.

“What would I need to do?” I asked, intrigued.

“Well… I don’t really know…” She looked distant for a second. “They knew I was starting at the gym and just asked if I met any sexy people to-“

Her eyes widened as her face flushed and she began to stammer, “I mean, like, other students who are fit and attractive and-“

I chuckled, cutting her off. She looked down, bringing her hand to her face, “S-someone to be a face for their ads…”

I smiled reassuringly at her. Her blushing was cute and, although I had considered her too fat for my tastes before, looking at her in her tight gym gear gave me a good view of her body; she was voluptuous, curvy, and thick – not fit, but her breasts may even have been as big as Jess’s.

“Sam? Did I offend you?” She asked, pulling me out of my lewd thoughts.

“No,” a sharp voice shot out from behind her. “He’s a shark, and by the look in his eyes right now: you’re bleeding in the water.”

Emily somehow blushed even further as Abby strode past her, but a smile seemed to be pulling at the corner of her lips.

“Leave the poor girl alone, knobhead,” Abby said, stepping between us.

“She was offering me a job,” I responded nonchalantly, sidestepping back into Emily’s view.

“Hmm, what kind of job?” Abby cocked an eyebrow at me and mimed a lewd gesture, tongue in cheek.

I ignored Abby, “Thanks Emily, are you on-“

“-Yes, I follow you,” she said quickly, cutting me off as I raised my phone. “I’ll message you!”

Before I could respond, the door had swung shut behind her as she retreated into the gym.

“I want to lay on her thighs and let her suffocate me with her tits,” Abby stated.

I looked at her, feigning ignorance, “Can’t say I noticed them before now.”

“Wow, a girl you haven’t given it to. I am shocked. Look, this is my shocked face.”

I gave Abby an unimpressed look, but she smiled innocently through it until my expression cracked.

“And look at you, landing on your feet as usual. What was the job?” She asked.

I shrugged, “Something about modelling, I think.”

Abby laughed, “If I see you in any porn then I am immediately sharing it with everyone.”

I joined in with her laughter, and she took my arm to drag me through the campus.

Within a few minutes, Abby had forced a shot down me from the student union pub and dragged me to a corner booth, a pair of short glasses in hand.

“You need to sort out whatever’s going on with you,” she immediately cut to the chase. “The whole house is weird and it’s shit.”

“I’m surprised you even noticed,” I protested. “The nights you’re actually in usually end with Zach trying to hammer you through the floor, or with some kind of temporary zoo opening in your room by the sound of it.”

Abby’s cheeks actually seemed to flush, and she didn’t come back with the usual barbed witticism.

I took a sip, feeling the burn warm my throat as it sunk into me, avoiding eye contact with her.

“Are you jealous?” She asked finally.

I snorted. Jealous? Of what? I brought back girls all the time. Why would I care about one specific girl.

“Sam, you knew what this was,” she continued, quietly. “Anyway, you’ve been bringing back girls too… There hasn’t been a chance for us to be together recently. Especially after Zach’s whole strop last month.”

“I’m not jealous,” I forced a smile at her. “Obviously, I do miss you a bit, but it’s not that. Well, it’s nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Oi, knobhead,” Abby chided, barely letting me finish my sentence. “You literally just said ‘I’m surprised you even noticed’ and ‘it’s not that’, so… you know, you just told me something was wrong.”

She looked at me with something in her eyes I didn’t recognise. When I didn’t respond, she shook her head and took a sip of her drink. A sip, which she promptly sprayed back out, eyes wide.

“What the fuck?” I asked, over her laughter.

She ignored me, alternatively coughing and laughing. Flapping one hand at me while groping the table with the other, eventually finding a napkin and bringing it to her face.

I looked away, irritated, as she continued laughing, dabbing her face and hands with the sodden napkin until finally, she spoke.

“It’s fucking Jess, isn’t it? You fucked again? I knew it! You dirty bastard!” She pointed at me accusingly.

“What?” I asked, stunned at how she’d come to that conclusion.

“Don’t play dumb,” she snorted, before continuing. “That’s why they’ve been avoiding you! What did you do?”

I rolled my eyes, “Abs-“

“Oh my god, has that slut beaten me nilüfer eskort bayan again? You’re not jealous about me, but her?” Abby pulled a face of faux sadness.

“Abb-“

“What a bitch! I can’t believe it! How could you do this to me?” She prodded her finger through the air at me.

“I’m not jealous!” I growled.

“Sam let’s look at the evidence,” she began, her voice taking on an edge of ‘schoolteacher’. “One: you are constantly out – either at the gym or getting fucked up. Two: when you are in, you’re either moping or violently fucking the most exaggeratedly porn-voiced women I’ve ever heard. And you say I’m the one opening a fucking zoo.”

She took a sip, keeping her eyes glued to mine, giving me a chance to speak.

“So, what’s new there?” I asked. “You know that’s what I’m like. You used to be too.”

“No, Sam,” Abby shook her head. “It’s not. We all joke about the way you act, but you’re acting like this exaggerated version of you is you. You’re actually a good guy, believe it or not, but now you’re behaving as if this persona is you. Something has changed!”

“Maybe now that we’re living together, you’re seeing the real me. Not the one-“

“-Don’t be that way!” She interrupted. “We saw each other just as much before we moved into the same building, and it’s just that: the same building. It’s not even the same flat. The only difference is we’re more aware of each other now.”

“You’re not aware of anything other than Zach’s cock!”

Abby slammed her glass down enough to make the table wobble and glared at me.

“Now you’re just acting like a fucking child, Sam,” she said eventually. “Maybe if you grow up, you’ll see that you’re the one creating a problem now. A couple of months ago, if you had that outburst in the gym and caused me to miss my workout, I would have made you give me a workout back at our place, but now I’m here trying to penetrate your thick skull instead. Think about that, dickhead.”

Abby rose quickly and stormed out without glancing back. I turned to admire her leaving and noticed that, yet again, people were staring at me.

I looked away, sipping carefully at my drink. Abby was obviously wrong: she and Jess were too busy with other guys to make an effort with me. I had tried to talk to them – tried to get some time alone with Jess. I’d tried to make light of the situation with Carl… It wasn’t my fault that he couldn’t last long with his girlfriend and so he had to ask for help; it’s only natural he asked me: I’m his best friend.

How was I the one causing a problem?

***

Abby’s words ate at me for weeks, and now she was giving me just as much of a cold shoulder as the others. Of my ‘original’ friends here, only Zach seemed to be oblivious to the way the others were treating me.

It was going to be coming up to the Christmas break soon, and none of the others had spoken to me about driving them back home yet. I was considering staying here just to spite them.

“Dude, that’s a dick move,” Zach laughed when I said as much.

He had a tiny balcony in his flat that allowed him to smoke without stinking out the rest of the house. He was using it now while I sat on a sofa at a right-angle to him.

“If they don’t ask, why should I offer?” I argued. “So, what are you doing?”

“I was hoping you’d all be out so I could host a few ragers. Bring back some sexy ladies to my crib without keeping it down,” he smirked.

“If Abby’s away, you’re not getting any more pity fucks,” I countered.

He winced, “See, brother, you are acting like a dick these days.”

I studied his serious expression for several seconds before it cracked, and he burst out laughing. I joined in.

After he’d finished smoking, he came back in and sat down next to me on the couch.

It was a three-seater, but I had to shuffle over anyway. We had met at the gym and Zach’s physique was enough evidence that he spent a lot of time there. I was muscular, but Zach was a brick shithouse. His inky bicep, visible as he was wearing a simple white vest, even though he had just been standing in the freezing cold, was perhaps once again as large as mine and that wasn’t the exception.

“Look man,” he looked at my conspiratorially, flipping open his laptop. “I found something you might be interested in.”

“What’s this got to do with your Christmas plans?” I asked, watching him clumsily type his PIN in several times.

“Could explain why they ain’t asked you about a ride.”

“What? Some kind of event going on down here?”

Zach ignored me and pulled his laptop onto his lap, slowly bringing up a browser and looking through his history, or bookmarks, or something.

“Zach?” I prompted.

He grumbled, still slowly moving the cursor around the screen and tapping his keyboard occasionally. I was intrigued now though. Maybe this would give me an answer about their behaviour, or at least let me know if I could have my own plans this Christmas.

Eventually, he let out a satisfied mumble and a moment later turned the laptop to face me.

“You recognise her?” He asked, smirking.

The screen showed a browser window open on a website that had a picture at the top of the screen, under the word “Bubble-gum Goddess” with a bunch of writing below, indented at different levels.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

You Be My Hero, I’ll Be Yours

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Copyright by the Author 2022. All characters engaging in anything remotely sexual are well over the age of 18. This story is an entry in the Halloween Story Contest 2022. Votes and comments are appreciated.

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*CHERYL*

“You’re not going to stay in that big house all by yourself, are you?”

Well-meaning? Maybe. But definitely annoying. And preachy, presumptive and nosy.

After months of the unwelcome, unasked-for ‘concern’ from neighbors and acquaintances since her husband had succumbed to cancer, for the past two weeks, from mid-October, it had been replaced by “You’re not doing all that silly decorating yourself, are you? It’s just for one night, for the kids.”

If not for the condescending, negative advice, she might well have considered it too much effort to drag out, sort through the six large containers labeled ‘Halloween stuff’ in her husband’s scrawl. Too loaded with memories and still-fresh pain.

Johnathan had done most of the set-up in past years, had conceived, designed and built the creepy contraptions and, honestly, the whole over-the-top Halloween decorating idea had been his from the start. She had enjoyed dressing up, putting on a show for the trick or treaters, and, later, delighted in the passionate paths their costumes had led the young couple, imaginary roles encouraging them to explore limits and test adult-only boundaries.

The deluge of assuming, unasked for, downright pushy ‘concern’ Cheryl had received since her husband’s shockingly rapid decline — especially once the sweaty, pale surgeon, eyes anywhere but theirs, muttered those awful words, ‘inoperable’ and ‘aggressive’ and ‘too far gone’ – was probably the best motivator she could have asked for. This year, the town’s by-far most detailed and overdone Halloween display would be an homage to her late husband and his enthusiastic, macabre vision.

Johnathan had been ahead of his time. Years later, it would be easy to find moving, flashing, glowing ghosts, skeletons, gravestones and witches for sale. He’d had to make them himself.

Or had he?

Now that she thought of it, Charlie, the Fulmer’s kid from next door, Johnathan’s devoted shadow, had contributed more than he got credit. Her husband had more than once shared how impressed he was by the youngster’s problem-solving creativity.

“The quiet nerdy guy is amazing. I wondered out loud if we could have ghosts pop up when kids come to the door, and he used that loose board on the bottom step as a trigger to release three springs, one at a time, each powering a cloth ghost to shoot up from behind the hedge. Not only did he come up with the idea, he’s the one who made it work. I would have never figured out that release mechanism.”

*CHAZ*

His parents had suggested he stay at their old house during his Fall break: the renters had just moved out, their own new condo was hours further to drive and the kitchen was torn up, being totally remodeled. He could check on the old house for them and have more quiet time to study. He did need time for outlining his senior engineering project, and the new place meant he’d have to sleep on the convertible couch in the living room, so he had agreed. His own roommates were planning a costume party in their apartment, just off the college campus. If it was anything like last year, he could count on not getting much work done if he stayed.

The drive, following back roads he knew well, allowed his active mind time to think about growing up in the old house and neighborhood, which led to thoughts of death and poor Ms. Ogden. Hot Ms. Ogden. Every other married adult woman in town was a “Missus;” Ms. Ogden had been a “Miz” from the time the young couple had moved in.

Chaz couldn’t think of the tall beauty without picturing that one time, when limbs trimmed off a tree had offered him a clear line of sight from his bedroom to a sunny patch in the Ogdens’ sheltered yard. That long, sculpted, luscious body sunbathing on a towel in the backyard in only a diminutive bikini, its metallic bronze sheen almost matching her skin tone. Almost deceiving his eyes into seeing her as naked. He steered his thoughts away from that vision, concentrating on her sweet, soft laugh and, especially, that wide radiant smile beneath those big, expressive eyes. A smile that could brighten a room, cause grown men to stumble over their feet and words.

She brought that smile to the garage often, usually with water or iced tea and a snack, when he helped Mr. Ogden on his projects. It was the couple’s early praise and encouragement of his mechanical talents that led him down the path to the engineering degree he was now near to completing with honors. Mr. Ogden had been the first adult to really ask Chaz for help, to listen and appreciate his suggestions and ideas.

It was also her words, calling the two workers ‘her big, strong, men’ that helped form Chaz’s opinion of his own body. Like Mr. Ogden, he tended well toward the stocky. He was never the fastest escort bayan runner, but his size and strength demanded at least two playmates to tackle him to the ground when he had the football in their childhood games. Kids had called him chubby, fat, butterball and worse as he alternated spurts of growth upward in height and outward in girth.

Gripping the steering wheel, he let a ripple of flexed muscle pass through his thick chest. He was nowhere near an elite athlete, his body too slow in its reflexes. Chaz would never be a jock, but he had found a release from his studies in the college weight room. He’d found respect, encouragement and companionship there with some of the school’s biggest, strongest athletes. His sets of bench presses in particular had become almost a legend in the gym.

And it had all started with Ms. Ogden calling him her big, strong man, a smaller twin to her husband’s own powerfully built figure.

*CHERYL*

Frustrated, tired, about to give up on some of Johnathan’s most complicated contraptions, she thought again of one particular, nosy ‘you’re not, are you?’ woman. The busybody was inspiration to not give up. Johnathan had at least had the dedicated help of Charlie, the former neighbors’ son, for both the design and the time-consuming set up, October after October. She imagined the little kids, the ones Halloween was meant for, asking about where the ghosts were this year. Worse, she thought of them asking where the big man was — her companion always there to make them laugh or scream or both, as Frankenstein’s monster, as Batman to her Catwoman, as Dracula. The idea of having to answer their innocent inquiries over and over again, ignoring the knowing, uncomfortable, rotely sympathetic looks on their parents faces.

She didn’t think she could…a shudder caught at her heart, fluttering her diaphragm. Moisture already blurred her vision, twin wet tracks already streaming down her face. She had not cried much at all after his death, and only when she was alone. It was not the way she showed her grief and never had been. But something about this holiday, so special to him, and these goddam confusing, hand-made contraptions of his, brought out the tears.

*CHAZ*

Chaz had heard about her young, apparently healthy husband’s shocking death this past summer, but the drive turned his thoughts to Ms. Ogden again and again. Sweating in the summer garden, shirt tied over her belly button, jeans hugging low on sweet, curving hips. The couple wasn’t really that much older than him, the tall young bride in particular looking like she could still be in high school when they’d moved in. They’d occupied an odd space, somewhere between his parents’ generation and his own. Again, the vision of the barely covered goddess in the bikini, the sight he had only seen that one afternoon, returned, as clear and detailed as ever. He was surprised how quickly he reached the old neighborhood.

He slowed as he drove past the familiar Ogden house.

The garage door was open. He was pleased to see the foam tombstones strewn across the front yard and thick spider webs stretched across corners, over hedges and bushes. His favorite creation, three ghastly ghosts that would each rise when anyone climbed the front steps, and move as even the slightest breeze billowed the cloth sails, was still in a pile of parts. He was still proud of how it had turned out, his own youthful innovation that had turned the concept into reality. His first real engineering project.

He made out a dim shape in the garage, a tall human figure seated, head in hands, a cascade of thick dark hair falling forward, hiding her face.

*CHERYL*

She was only dimly interested in the unfamiliar older station wagon that stopped by the curb, until she saw the stocky, muscular man exiting it. Even then it was only because men with that sort of build, thick, strong, meaty, had always attracted her eye. A t-shirt stretched over a broad, powerful chest never failed to remind her of her bulky, powerful husband.

But this man’s body was even bigger, especially across the chest. And the face that turned toward her was young, barely past youth. Handsome, almost pretty. She wiped her face with both hands, wondering if that would hide the tear tracks or just smear a year’s worth of accumulated garage dust over her cheeks.

She spoke as she left the darkness of the garage. “Can I help you?”

“Hi, Ms. Ogden. It’s me, Cha…”

She immediately recognized the familiar, slurred-together ‘Mizogden,’ but associated it with a younger, more hesitant voice. Not this…man’s. “Charlie!”

*CHAZ*

Muscles, which he hadn’t known were clenched, immediately relaxed when she called out his name, delighted. Deep in his subconscious, a fear had lurked that the beautiful woman wouldn’t even remember some kid who used to live next door, coming over to bug her husband. He was surprised to find out he was taller than her now; she had always seemed so…towering. altıparmak escort bayan He was more surprised when she did not hesitate to wrap him in a close, warm hug. He still felt young, not in her league somehow, but that changed with a single brief embrace.

“My god! You have grown up – and out – into a big, strong man.” The familiar description pleased him. He couldn’t help but inhale deeply, expanding his chest into her hand’s contact when she reached out, lightly touched his t-shirt. The breath faltered when she brushed over a nipple through the stretched knit fabric. She could have no idea how sensitive the area had always been.

“Hey. Do you want some help with all this?” He suddenly wanted to extend this time with her.

“I couldn’t ask you that, you must have more important things to do.”

“Mizogd…”

“It’s ‘Cheryl.’ Please. We’re all adults here.”

He liked hearing her include him that way, no longer a child.

“Okay, Cheryl it is. Believe me: I know this stuff doesn’t come with any assembly instructions and some of it’s pretty wonky. Like that bungee cord.” He pointed.

“It used to be enough for the weight of the ghosts, but it’s stretched out over the years. See where we drilled extra holes, so the tension could be adjusted?”

She shook her head. Yes, now she saw the small holes, but would have never known what they were for. As she watched, the young man crouched, slipped a metal hook into the middle hole, pulled a slip knot tight and hooked a small, oddly shaped metal plate into a gap between. She found the sure, confident movements of his heavy, thick hands oddly soothing while the play of muscles across his powerful forearms was almost distracting.

He stood, raised one foot onto the stair. The cloth ghost rose, steady and smooth.

“I would never have figured that out. I accept your offer of assistance, kind sir. If you really have the time. Would you at least like some sweet tea?” Her smile was as bright, as broad, as he remembered.

“Your sweet tea would be great.” Mentally, he patted his own back, happy to get the words out without tripping up on them.

*CHERYL*

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It had been a long time since she’s seen her own grin, wide and satisfied, even if it shone through smeared dust. It had also been a long time since she’d had a young, handsome man around, especially one with a body like that. Especially? As solid as Johnathan had been, young Chaz Fulmer was in a different class of thick.

She left her image in the mirror, grabbed the phone from its cradle on the kitchen wall when it rang. “Who’s the hunk on display in your front yard, Cherie?”

“Hi, Beth.” Cheryl had seen her friend drive by a while ago, with her kids in the back, so the call was not unexpected. “It’s Charlie Fulmer. You know, the boy that lived next door. The brick house.”

“He’s a brick house alright. And we both know that’s your type. Think he’d be heavy enough to hold you down, take your breath away? Big enough to make you feel little?”

Cheryl sighed. Sometimes she wished she’d never shared some details of her sexual fantasies with her good friend. But Beth was good at listening when she wanted to be, and always generous when it came to pouring drinks. And big men could make her feel little, petite. After a lifetime of comments calling her everything from ‘towering’ to ‘statuesque,’ feeling diminutive with a man was a treat.

“Beth. Come on. Shush! He’s still in college, barely old enough to…”

“He’s barely younger than you are and you know it. But: more importantly, when are you going to see him again?”

“Beth!” She squeaked out the protest. Her friend laughed, knowing what that meant.

“So you are seeing him again. You go, girl.”

Another sigh. “It’s not like that. He said he’d come over tonight, to make sure the displays kept working. He built at least half of them. And he can help hand out candy.”

“This all sounds like code for me, Cher.” Beth was laughing openly at her and a Cheryl could feel her cheeks starting to heat up. “A hunky young man is coming over to offer you an after-dark hand. ‘Would you like some candy, little girl? How about an all-night sucker?'”

Cheryl couldn’t hold back the laugh. ‘God, Beth. You are too much.”

“And he’s a big thick guy — might be too much in a different way. Too much, or just enough to scratch a certain itch.”

“You are naughty, B.”

“Speaking of naughty, what naughty costume are you going to be wearing tonight?”

“Oh. I hadn’t even thought that far ahead.”

“Then wear the witch one.”

“The witch? I have sexier costumes than that.”

Beth laughed again. “Look at you: going for the sexy outfit on a first date!”

Her cheeks were definitely hot now. Glowing. “It’s not a date! You’re the one who was talking about sex.”

“Me? I never mentioned sex. You’re just taking my innocent conversation, twisting it nilüfer eskort to conform to your deviant and unmet bodily urges. But take my word for it: wear the witch dress. Without showing any skin, that stretchy black lace clings to your curves. Promise?”

“You win. I’m a witch this year.”

“Good. I’ll be bringing the kids by early. And I’ll bring you a special care package too. Bye-ee.”

Cheryl leaned against the wall after her friend hung up. There was no way this was anything like a date. He was too young, just coming over to help. But she was right about one thing: Chaz was big in all the right ways. Big enough for her to feel small. Too big to get her arms around. Plenty big enough for his weight to pin her down, leave her struggling to breath.

Growing up, she’d often been the tallest student in her class, and she relished a chance to feel small, or at least not too tall. A new teacher, fresh out of college, single and handsome, had once called her ‘Amazonian’ in high school. It hurt. And the best way she’d found to feel small, feel delicate, more like a woman than a Greek warrior bitch was the weight, the power, the strength of a big, thick, strong man’s weight holding her down. Pinning her willingly underneath him, where she was free to let loose, give in, struggle, gasp for air, all until that deep deep tension that built up so easily in her finally let loose.

One year she and Johnathan dressed as Superman and Wonder Woman. Afterwards, they had played at dominance, a super-powerful woman, a goddess, overcome by an even stronger man. Her costume’s golden Lasso of Truth had ended up adding a light bondage element to their explorations. Costumes had often given them a way to make sex special, to open up with each other about their fantasies. Why was her mind suddenly picturing another man, a bigger, younger man wrapping a golden rope around her wrists with thick, confident, irresistible hands?

God! Just thinking about it had left her a little short of breath. She looked at the clock, realized it was getting to be time to have the bowl of candy ready, to shower, to transform into a witch even taller than normal in her huge pointy black hat.

She was playing with the high buttoned collar of the dress when the doorbell rang. She had tried it buttoned up high, covering her long neck, and unbuttoned, showing a flash of skin at her throat. It would have to stay up now.

Waiting on the covered front porch, Chaz had cleaned up well, looking conservatively overdressed for the holiday. His dark hair was slicked back, leaving a single curl on his forehead. She stopped herself immediately but couldn’t deny that she’d felt the urge to reach out, play with the curl. As she welcomed him in she wondered what the idea was behind his plain blue blazer, stretched over his frame as though it had been bought before a recent growth spurt, his white shirt and conservative striped tie. Again, in offering a greeting hug, she was struck by her struggle to reach around his torso even with her long arms.

“So…tell about your costume.”

*CHAZ*

She looked great in the long, sleek, old-fashioned black dress, with simple, matching black flats. “You first, Cheryl. Are you Morticia Addams?”

She looked puzzled. “Morticia? No…Oh, hold on.”

She spun on one foot, offering him a view that confirmed how very nicely the fabric of the dress clung to, exaggerated the rounded curves of her backside.

When she returned, it was with the addition of a tall, peaked back hat with a floppy brim. “I’m a witch, silly. And you? An Accountant?”

He laughed. “Accountants can be scary. Wielding those frightening audits and garnishments. The pen is mightier than the sword, they say. No, I’m not an accountant.”

He reached inside his blazer, pulled out a thick-rimmed pair of glasses with no lens, slipped them on. “I’m…a reporter.”

“A reporter?”

“Yes. A mild-mannered reporter, for a quaint metropolitan newspaper.” Dramatically, he swept the glasses back off with one hand, loosened his tie with the other. The collar of his shirt fell open enough to show blue fabric underneath with a hint of red and gold.

“Superman!” She clapped her hands, the hat’s wide brim bouncing with her excitement.

He shrugged. “I didn’t have much to work with — I wasn’t planning on dressing up tonight at all. So luckily I had my Superman t-shirt with me.”

He noticed Cheryl’s eyes returning to the opening in his white button-down shirt. Was she just chewing on her lower lip? She had stopped now, but he was almost sure he hadn’t imagined two perfect incisors biting down on that sensuous, full lip.

He tugged the tie’s knot lower before starting to unbutton a button, then another, encouraged by her continuing gaze. After a third button had opened the placket halfway down his torso he grabbed both sides and pulled open the Oxford cloth curtains, revealing the famous “S.”

He growled out his line in a macho baritone announcer’s voice, encouraged by her increasingly concentrated look. “That’s right! It’s Supe…”

The doorbell rang. Both jumped, Cheryl’s eyes fleeing his exposed chest, his own flicking to one side, trying to avoid being caught staring at her. When she reached for the knob he held up one hand, hissed “Wait.”

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Author’s Note: Thanks again to you that have read some of our little stories, with their flaws and all. And welcome to any new readers that stumbled upon this one first. We have been showing one another our stores for feedback on it before releasing it forward. l do not intend to this time as most likely my husband would ask me not to release it. He is very modest even if he may not seem so here.

My husband has always been a seduction master, and nobody knows that better than l do. Of course, he has seduced me more times than l can count. Then when we were active in the Lifestyle together it as almost a sure thing with the other wife, they didn’t know what hit them. As the sex was just a part of the game and not the game in total.

We all know of stories where the wife fakes it so as not to damage hubby’s ego. I’m not saying I wasn’t enjoying the male half of our swap partners, but if my husband was laying it on thick with his wife l had to up my game just so the guy felt better about himself. Again it was just a bit of polishing of the good time l had being with him.

One time my husband picked up a lady while we were in line to pick up our holiday ham, but l could never get the needed seven hundred and fifty words needed to be published. So l have chosen a different one that still burns bright in my memories. Maybe because l got caught in his web also that night.

It was a Saturday night and when did go out it was mostly then as my husband worked most Saturdays to provide better for myself and our children. We went to our favorite Mexican restaurant so if seduction was planned it most likely was only upon me. If role-playing or seduction as the means to our ends we would always choose to go somewhere new or a place most would not know us by name.

l can’t believe they tore down the restaurant l speak of and two more to put up yet another name-brand gym, but there you have it. rather sad in our eyes and l miss the reminder driving past it nowadays or say without it being there.

The place was always the busiest on weekends which l imagine most are. Me, I’m just standing with my husband waiting for our name to be called, but not him. He observes everything and in doing so he returns to the hostess’s stand and has a few words with her. upon his return he whispered in my ear that we might have to wait a bit longer but it might be worth it.

l was still about as lost as l was a moment earlier but l knew he had some kind of plan hatching in his head, and more times than not there are rewards for both of us at the end. It was about twenty more minutes before the young lady called out our name and showed us to our booth. It was in the back and nearest to the kitchen so l knew there had to be a better reason than this unless extremely warm food was what he was after.

But when our waitress came to our table things cleared up quite a bit. My husband didn’t wait for her to welcome us after she handed out the menus and before she could speak a word he reached out and took her hand.

Husband: “Hey how are you doing Cat” (her name was Cathy but went by Cat with friends)

Cat: “I’m fine, do you need a few minutes?”

I can’t express her tone in words but now l could see there was something up with her. But until that moment l know or felt anything was wrong, and l saw her walking back and forth as much as my husband did but l missed it.

Husband: “I’m sorry for whatever you are going through Cat. But please, my wife would like the string beef taco plate. And l will have the cheese enchilada plate if you would be so kind.”

Cat: “Any drinks tonight?”

Husband: “Just two iced teas, my lovely wife would like lemon but none from me. we want to stay away from alcohol in case you want to confide in us what’s bothering you”

Cat gives us an uneasy smile and walks away. l asked my husband how could he tell there was something wrong, although by then l could see it too.

Husband: “How can you not see it, didn’t you notice she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring?”

At that point, I’m not sure if this was about seduction or kindness, but I’m in for either. and as to her ring, I never knew she had one less wasn’t wearing it that night. Hell, to me she was Cathy l knew nothing of her nickname. Yet I’m sure between fellow employees they’ve used it a hundred times, l was just not paying attention and there’s the difference.

l must say she’s a pretty thing, the late twenties or early thirties. That would have put her about ten years younger than my husband and l. Cat returned with our tea and told us it will only be a few more minutes (just not for what)

Husband: “Okay, l can wait for a few more minutes for you to tell us what’s wrong. Or if you would be more comfortable l can give you girls a few minutes alone”

Cat shifted her weight on her hip and took a deep breath.

Cat: “My husband and l are separated and I’m not upset at that but he has my girls this weekend, and honestly l don’t trust him.”

For once l had the chance görükle escort bayan to help, l told her that we understand as we have two girls also. (the tips of my fingers against the back of her hand) And l bet your girls are as pretty as you are, just beautiful. That was then we saw the first smile of the evening from Cat but not the last.

She left our side after that but just for a few minutes, and when she returned she was far more open as to her worries and fears. It was not hard to give her our full attention as we actually cared, regardless of the other avenues that might happen. My husband was the first to respond.

Husband: “We are so sorry Cat, l wish there was something we could do to help.”

Cat: “Honestly you both are helping, l guess it just feels better to say what I feel inside to somebody, at least I’m off soon. But that might be worse, alone in our apartment.”

Husband: “Well now that we have eaten l don’t think a drink will fog our senses. So what if my wife and l go to the bar and have a drink, we are in no hurry. Then maybe after your shift, you join us? And of course, we would be happy to buy you a drink if you would like.”

(there then, the wordplay. We, my wife, and the use of such to ease her mind it’s not some insane guy trying to pick her up. In front of his own wife to say the least. But understand there’s no intent to have her do anything she doesn’t want to. Just opening the door for her to explore the possibilities, l can not say that enough. She or any of them had the power over themselves and there would never be any pushback to their choices)

We went in and had that drink, our conversation far more on her sorry state of things than if she came home with us or not. l was the first to notice her coming our way, she was now in jeans and a simple top. Most or all of her make-up was off but she was a classic beauty, one that would look good in a paper sack.

When my husband caught sight of her he waved her in welcoming her to join us. His wave then turned to the server while asking Cat what we could get for her.

Cat: “l think tonight calls for Tequila.”

With the barmaid almost upon us, my husband stops her in her tracks.

Husband: “three Tequilas please, whichever brand she likes (pointing toward Cat)

The drinks arrive at the same time Cat is settled in, we toasted “to better days” l believe that my husband wanted her to start the conversation as he sat quietly which is not his style. But regardless we did not have to wait long.

Cat: “Thanks for the drink and your ears most of all.”

Husband: “Of course, and we would like to help in any way we can. l propose a change of subject if just for a bit.”

Cat: “That sounds go to me.”

At that point l took lead, just doing what l would with any of my girlfriends only covering the basics first, whether is she local, how long she has lived in the area, and so on. Then my favorite part is a bit about myself and how lucky l am. Just a taste of my wonderful husband as I didn’t want to push comparisons and he was sitting right there.

l spoke of our wonderful home and my bathroom that had been recently completed at that time. I showed her some pix l had on my phone and her response was exactly as l figured.

Cat: “Oh my God that looks like a five-star hotel”

Me: “even better as it is mine”

Husband: “If you are not in a hurry to get home my wife could drive with you to our place, I’m sure she would love to show it off.”

Me: “Oh please do, you’ll love it”

Cat: “Well that is far better than my empty apartment, so l would love to.”

We headed straight home and together we showed Cat our home and the yards, saving the Master Bath and courtyard for last. When we went from our bedroom to the bath my husband left us alone, I’m sure on purpose. She only had one word “Wow” So many beautiful things to see, the Marble chad walls, the big beautiful shower, and for some reason the big tub always came up last.

Cat: “That’s a big tub.”

Me: “yes it is but we have a continuous water heater, so l can fill it and my husband can shower next to me without the water turning cold.”

Cat: “He doesn’t bathe with you, it’s big enough”

Me: l get lucky once in a while but he is more a shower type of guy. besides the view is far better if he’s in the shower” (we both laugh)

Cat: “What l would give for something like all this.”

Me: “Well you have time Sweetie, we didn’t start with these things. But you don’t have to wait, I mean l don’t want to sound weird, but l am happy to let you give it a whirl. It’s early yet so we won’t be going to bed any time soon.”

Cat: “Really, l would love that. My tub is tiny and toys all around it so far short on the enjoyment of a good long soak. Plus l have never been in one with the jets like this one, that said l would probably break it.

Me: “Oh nonsense, just have fun with it. So, it’s a go?”

Cat: “Sure if it’s not too much trouble.”

Me: altıparmak eskort “Not at all, and let me get you a robe so you can completely dry before getting dressed again.

While the tub fills l grab that robe and a couple of soft towels. then l light a few candles that we’re already surrounding the tub. l switch off the bright light leaving just the accent one on, which are plenty as l have bathed many times just the same. all set l turn some music on before l leave.

Me: “l am going to leave the bedroom door open, call out if you need anything.”

I went to the living room where my husband was, and his first words were to her welfare, not sex or sexual things. l explained what was said and how she is now bathing which he took as l knew he would, just happy to hear she seems to be in a better place as to her mindset. And maybe another point to be made. (let your feeling speak for you, we all have senses we might or might not know of. And we pick up on those if we like it or not.

It had been some time so l went back to check on her. Knocking on our bedroom door.

Me: “Are you okay in there, is there anything l can get you?”

Cat: “I’m great, you can come in if you’d like.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice, l walked to join her in the bathroom once again. The bubbles had died out mostly, but she said no to my offer of more. And perfect for now, l can see her wonderful body far better. She asked about my husband in a way l took as she didn’t want to be a bother.

Me: “He is just fine his first words were to his concerns about you, l told him you seemed to be feeling better.”

Cat: “And then some, this is fabulous and something just for me, and l can’t remember the last time l felt that way.”

Me: Perfect and exactly what we wanted for you. You look so comfy l might have to use the bath myself tonight, it’s been far too long. When l use it I don’t want to feel rushed so sadly the shower sees my old butt far more than the tub does.

Cat: “come on, your not that old, and as for your butt… l wish l had yours.”

Me: “Well my driver’s license and the mirror might disagree but thank you nevertheless.

Cat: “Well there’s room for two so if you’d rather not wait”

At that point, l wounded who is hunting who here. But l was not complaining one bit. We had been out in the town so l was dressed for doing so. A nice dress, stocking, and matching undies, sadly missing was my high heels but in the house comfort was number one. l took my sweet time removing there before her eyes.

Before stepping in l reached for the bubbles which were named (Dirty Girl) something my husband found fitting at the time. As the bubbles they were so l could touch me without notice or just maybe with it could be even better, we shall find out.

l have a dumb habit whenever I get into a bathtub, so it happens unknowingly at this point unless l bring to mind to not do it. That wasn’t the case this time as l dipped my hand into the warm water and brought my wet soapy hand to my smooth pussy, rubbing it a few times. l didn’t even realize it until after l was all the way in, but l imagine Cat might not be able to say the same, regardless it wasn’t a topic brought up.

l washed my body while we made small talk, she seemed as if an old friend and more so those friends that l have done the same thing with, normally upon their request to revisit fun had in the past in that very tub.

Me: “I don’t want anything hard but l wouldn’t mind a glass of wine, would you care for some?”

Cat: “That would be great, thank you.”

I had to shout to get over the jets and the music, plus my husband was at the other end of the house.

Me: “Honey, do we still have that bottle of Red Wine in the frig and if we do can you bring two glasses?”

Husband: “I’m not sure but if we don’t I’ll open a bottle of White and bring it to you.”

A few minutes later my husband knocks on the bedroom door, this sends Cat lowering her body to submerge her breasts under the bubbles.

Husband: “here you go, sadly that’s the last of it. But I’m happy to open another bottle.”

Me: “No, honey this is fine. We just want to wet our lips”

Husband: “Okay, as always I’m at your service. yell out if you need anything else.”

Our conversation changed at that point to my husband, what a great one l had. And l stuck a toe into our Lifestyle friends and the goings on about that. It was now clear to her she wasn’t our first guest to share my tub. And luckily it didn’t frighten her away as she wanted to hear more and more. l don’t think l was the only one rubbing themself any longer.

She gave some feedback on her life and experiences, but nothing earth-shattering sadly for her. With my husband still in the other room, it was up to me to pull that trigger.

Me: “Would you like to experience what we just were talking about?”

In a cute shade of pink, she blushingly said “yes”

Me: “So l understand, nilüfer escort do you want just me or the whole experience which would include my husband?”

Cat: “The whole enchilada, if you don’t think he’ll mind”

Me: “(laughingly) are you kidding me? (calling to my husband) “Honey, we need you again.”

Another knock and on the door he stood before us once again.

Husband: “yes ladies, what can l do for you?”

Me: “It’s getting late so why don’t you take your shower now.” (for those that don’t know we preferred to shower just before sex, so he knew what l meant.)

My back was turned to him as he undressed but my interest was more for Cat’s eyes and what they told me. Now we could both see as my husband entered the adjoining shower, with great interest we both watched him clean his strong body. After washing his hair he grabbed the towel slung over the glass enclosure and dried himself off. I heard his voice behind me “Honey” and l turned to take his hand to help me up.

Before getting out l leaned into Cat’s ear, “You are perfectly safe, you’re going to love this” With that l turned and stepped into the warm towel in my husband’s hands. He reach into the tub to aid Cat in getting up but as the last of the tub water encircled the drain he stepped in and joined her.

Taking the wand he chased away the bubbles that were clinging on for dear life. Only after that did he gently pat her dry. l lead the way to our bedroom taking a seat in the chair we keep in a corner. Again, none of this was new to me but l marveled at it each time. l knew what they felt and good odds what was going on in their heads.

In my head, l am leading the way (Slowly he will unwrap her as if she’s a present, now kiss the top of her shoulders) It took a welcome but unexpected surprise when she kissed him hard on the mouth. l was sure my husband had plans to take things a bit slower, especially at first. But she was obviously in the mood to fuck, and he’s not bad at that either, the best l have ever had for what that is worth.

He picked her up ripping her grip away from his hard cock, then he tossed her on the bed as if she was a Rag Doll. He places his hands under her legs at the knees and lifted them. Without any games, he went straight for her pretty pussy, and her instant loud moaning and all but cheers would lead anyone to believe he had done what was wanted and honestly needed in her life at that moment.

Normally I’m far more patient but since we skipped over 3, 4, and 5 l figured l would test the water myself. l moved in above her and l began to massage her breasts, her reaction was reaching up and pulling my towel off of me so l figured l was now in the mix also. l leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, her youngest must be young as l drew milk.

My larger breasts were in her face anyway so l was not surprised as she began to suck upon mine at the same time. My husband looked up and gave me a look that I don’t have the skills to explain but l am pretty sure you got the idea.

l moved to her side not wanting to be too invasive as to place my body over hers as well as my Kitty, as l found what I was after l had to about to fight my husband to get a lick in sideways until he lifted her higher and began to eat her ass leaving her sweet box all to myself. It only took a minute or so of that to make her climax and the fight was on once again as we ran after every droplet.

She tugged at my leg, pulling me closer. l swung my leg over her and lowered myself to her waiting mouth. Now it was my turn to offer my nectar.

Her pussy as well as mine was now in need of cock, guest first being the house rules l fingered myself waiting for my turn. After cumming again l thought it only fair l got my turn but before that began l could not resist tasting her upon my husband’s cock, besides l felt robbed of having it during one of the few steps that were skipped. She joined in and together we covered every inch, most many times.

I knew he couldn’t last much longer, not under attack by both of us so l told her “Why don’t you go for a ride?” My husband stayed where he was, on the edge of the bed with his feet on the carpet. She mounted him, Cowgirl, while l stood behind her for support and to fill both of my hands with her breasts. She leaned into me and took what might have been her ride of a lifetime, at least up until that point.

She came for the fourth or fifth time, but who’s counting? l just knew l waited long enough, guest or not. Call me old-fashioned but unless anal l like the missionary position, it’s far easier and my thought can go to only cumming, and the more times the merrier.

After finding (it) once again my husband was still at it and another was right around the corner for me so l hoped l would make it in time. Cat came around ass toward hubby and lower herself on my hungry face.

That caused a chain reaction of my husband and myself cumming quite violently. As for Cat, she wasn’t going anywhere until she got her nut once again. And l wouldn’t have it any other way.

Cat spent the night with us and we played most of the following day as we all had it off. That was the first time in a long time that l didn’t sleep in my husband’s arms. But you know, book-ending the beautiful Cat wasn’t half bad either.

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Sharon

Introduction

Sharon was tired. Her job had become a bit of a drag; the pay not worth the amount of crap she had to put up with. As a cashier at a mom and pop grocery store she had become less than enamored of the general public. She feared that if she continued at this job she would start to hate people, which she did not want of herself. Not only that, but she was constantly hit on by men, and occasionally women. She didn’t mind it usually, but some times it just made her feel a bit useless. She understood that attractive people were treated differently. Some times, she just hated it. But, if she was honest, she did sometimes used it to her advantage.

She was on the internet, and she ran into this local add she had seen a few times. It was odd, vague, but also intrigued her.

The Parker Residence:

Rich man wants attractive young woman to work on his household staff.

Must be willing to clean house, occasionally drive, and other small chores

around my very large home. She will be afforded her own living quarters

within that home, and will be asked to do other things as needed.

After that there was contact information and she finally decided to make call that number.

“Hello, Parker residence.”

“Yes…, I am answering an add I found on the internet and this was given as the number to call,”

“Ah, a moment. I will see if the master is available.”

She thought to herself, the master? It was a weird way to refer to an employer. But what the hell, he was apparently a very rich guy, and she knew next to nothing about how rich people acted.

“Yes, Robert here.”

“Mr. Parker…, I am answering an add I found on the internet.”

“Of course, of course. You are interested in working for me?”

“Yes, depending on the pay and benefits and such.”

“Well, I will be up front, I don’t want to waste your time, or mine. Are you willing to have sex?”

It was a shocking thing to hear someone ask over the phone. She had never thought she would hear that question up front. Especially about an inquiry for employment. “Uhm, well, I don’t think so. No.”

“Then perhaps you should seek employment else where. I might have to change my add, it seems most of those that call are not expecting to hear that question. I get it, it’s okay, but it is an absolute requirement for any who will work for me. So you have a good… “

He was about hang up but she quickly interrupted, “How, I mean how can you ask that question? Is it legal?”

“To ask the question is not breaking any laws. I need women who enjoy sex, and are willing to, well, have sex. I understand if you are not…, that’s okay. Now is there anything more?”

She hesitated, she said nothing, for a moment she thought he had hung up. “Where would we meet for this interview. You will have to admit, it is a bit out there. And does the job pay well?”

“I have four women who work for me, I usually require five to run my household. One moved on a few months ago and I have been trying since to replace her. I usually invite those that interview out to a meal, on my tab, and then we can go over everything. Working for me I can tell you pays very well. Are you honestly considering it now?”

God, she thought to herself. Could she really consider this job. What the fuck did she have to lose?

“Yes, I guess I am.” With that he told her he could have her driver pick her up, or they could meet at a restaurant he frequented. The restaurant not that fancy which surprised her. She said she would meet him there for lunch the following day. She could not believe she even agreed to it. The meeting would be tomorrow, Wednesday, on Thursday she had to go back to work. She shocked herself. Guess I am braver than I thought.

At five foot six inches tall, long dark hair, brown eyes and a body many men loved to stare at, Sharon was used to being looked at. But still, she was nervous. She arrived a few minutes early. Not too early, Just enough to see if he would arrive early. She wanted to check this rich guy out before she sat with him.

He said he would be at a corner table, and he was as good as his word. This table away from prying ears. She was shocked. He was so attractive. Maybe in his thirties, he had dark hair and eyes, a perfectly trimmed mustache, normal eyebrows and a very sensuous smile. As she walked up to the table he stood and she saw that he was tall, an inch or two over six feet. He wore dark pants and a dark low cut shirt that showed of his nice chest. Nothing like the staid business man she had anticipated. His sleeves were rolled up and she could see from the bulges in his shirt, and his thick arms, that this was a man that worked out.

Reaching out a hand as he stood, she said, “Hello, I am Sharon.”

He did not say his name but merely walked around, pulled her chair out and said, görükle escort “Have a seat pretty lady.” Sharon sat across from him. She was very nervous. She was unsure how this would go. He took his seat across from her and after taking a deep breath he said, “In truth, I am surprised you are here. You are obviously a beautiful young woman, and you were shocked by my question.”

Looking down at her hands she replied in a half whisper, “I am surprised at myself. I am not a virgin, but your question. Well aside from it being out of the blue, it would frighten off most women.”

“That is why I am honest and open about it. I don’t want to lie about what I want my household staff to do.” Lowering his voice here he continued. “Sex is definitely part of it. Young lady I must tell you, you are gorgeous. May I ask how old you are?”

Sharon blushed. “You are very bold. You seem not at all worried about the reactions you might receive when you talk to someone you barely know. About sex I mean. It is disarming. I am nineteen.”

“A bit young,” a strange look crossed his face. He was taken aback by her age, she thought. “I hope you mean that in a good way. The bold comment.” With that he slid a piece of paper across the table, obviously for her to read. The first part was standard fair explaining her duties, and that overtime would be offered but never demanded. Then the second section was very surprising. That she would occasionally be asked to have sex with him, and rarely to spend the night in his bed. She could be paid a standard salary, which was incredible, or could be paid by the hour, which was also incredible. The paper said that he offered bonuses for performance and that any medical needs he would pay for.

Then part three. It was crazy. Employees would occasionally be asked to have sex with other men, or even women, and other crazy things. He would be known as master, even in front of other people. She would occasionally be required to have sex with other staff members. If she lasted one year, she would be given a big bonus and she could also stay receiving a bonus that would increase each year. If she only lasted six months, she would be given a stipend for six weeks for her to find new employment. Anything less and she would leave with what ever money she earned, and any thing she wanted from her bedroom. Including the bed.

“This is for real. This is not some kind of crazy joke. And it can’t be legal.”

“Technically, probably not. It is basically a promise I make to my girls. I take care of my girls.”

“And you need me to sign this and agree to all of these stipulations?”

“Yes, I do. I am completely open about what I want. You don’t have to sign it right now, I give you through Sunday to think about it, but as I will be out of town for a week starting Monday, I would really prefer that you come to my house Friday. Sign and then we can go shopping on Saturday to decorate your room. This is all up to you Sharon.” Having said that, he took it back, obviously he was careful with his…, contract?

Her answer was to look into his very sincere eyes and say, “I really will have to think about this. This is crazy, I can’t believe I am even considering it.”

The handsome gentleman, who had never told him his name. She assumed it was Parker as he handed her a card. “That is my direct line. Just call…, and I dearly hope you say yes.” Leaning in he whispered in her ear as he arose, “Order anything you like, it is on me. I have to go. We can have a lot of fun, Sharon.” His warm breath on her ear, his sensuality made her shudder. She read the card, Robert Thoreson. At least she knew his name now.

Advice

All that evening all she could think of was him. He was so hot. So magnetic. But, what he was asking for was basically a sex slave. Was she up for that? I mean, could she do that for six months. Six figures was incredible. A year? The money was so very tempting, basically she would be whoring herself out. God it was wild!

Sharon went to bed undecided. She could not believe of herself that she was even considering it. But, it was such good money, and she could save, actually go to school. Her mom and dad had done the best they could, but made just enough money so that she could not get a scholarship, but not enough to send her to a real college. A University.

The morning was beautiful. Right at that moment she decided to call in sick. What ever she decided she needed some time to think it over. She ate a light breakfast, started to read a few pages of a novel she had been reading and then decided to call a friend.

Janelle was pretty, but not as pretty as her, and Sharon knew it. Janelle was a good friend, but often a bit jealous especially when they went out as the guys had a tendency to stare at her. “Hello, this is Janelle.”

“Hello girl, how is ya?” Sharon responded.

“Hey…, great! You at work, on a break?”

“No, in truth I am playing hooky. I need to tell you something, eskort bayan but maybe it would be better in person. Can you come over here? I really need to talk this out.”

“Sure, give me a half hour, gotta brush my teeth and stuff. I will be right over.”

She had told Janelle everything. Janelle sat in silence for just a moment and finally said. “You are right. This is wild. Never heard of anything like it. You actually might want to do this? And it does sound like he wants a sex slave. You say he fucks all his staff?”

“Yes, he implied as much. Or maybe he said it outright. It is all so jumbled in my head. But the money, right? My God that is a lot of money. “

“This could be dangerous, girl. You don’t know this guy. Aside from the sex, I mean that is wild enough, but you would be at is beck and call.”

“Yes, but a year. I could do a year, maybe two.”

“It’s up to you, not sure what I would do if I were in your shoes. But you will call me as often as you can, and if I don’t hear from you, I am calling the police. I think you have already decided. You are going to move in with this guy. “

Sharon smiled, leaned over and kissed Janelle as they often did. Like sisters. “Yes, yes I am.”

Employment

She was nervous, his driver had picked her up and then escorted her into what she thought of as an entryway or large foyer. The house was huge, fancy paintings and decorations covering the place. The house was like something out of a movie.

She had expected a staff member to come and escort her to the “Master.” Instead the door to the main house opened and he walked in. She stood and he came to her as if she were an long lost friend. She wore a red miniskirt, a white blouse with a black bra underneath, and her hair she had combed to one side, tucked behind her left ear. “Oh my God, you are beautiful. Now come, follow me let me introduce you to the other ladies.”

From the entryway, they stepped directly into a huge living room. To their right at the back of the living room was a fireplace. A few fee from that fireplace was a half wall, which turned to a full wall on it’s way to the kitchen. A small opening through middle of the half wall was the entrance to the kitchen. It was this hallway that he directed her down, still holding her hand. The living room they left must be fifty feet, by fifty feet. When they came to the kitchen, four attractive women stood at the closest end of an island, facing her and her escort as they entered.

Nodding at the first of these ladies she made note of a blond in a traditional maids outfit. Traditional, but very sexy. She was tall, perhaps five feet ten inches. The same height as Sharon. Her figure was trim, and he maids outfit showed off her incredible legs. “This is Lisa, she has been here the longest, what three years Lisa?”

“Yes Master, Three years and a couple of months. I live to serve. ” It was strange reply. Sharon thought it odd, but everything about this place, this man and these women, was odd.

Next inline was a redhead. She was also quite attractive if in a more traditional way. This redhead was on the thin side, even more so then Lisa. She had beautiful dark eyes, and her breasts were hard to miss, perhaps as big as D’s, it was hard to tell in the strange outfit she wore. She wore a man’s dinner jacket, cut wide. It was black, underneath a white blouse pushing the jacket out and to the sides, this because of her large breasts. She wore pants as if in a suit except they were made into shorts. She had beautiful legs, and she wore short heals which seemed to add to the sexiness of her legs.

“This is Eloise, we just call her Lou.”

“Yes Master, I live to serve.” Sharon suddenly realized this mantra was part of the job. Part of what he wanted his girls to say. She suppressed a smile, but did not think it would make a good impression if she let her face show her thoughts. Sharon did all she could to keep her face neutral.

“She is my personal assistant, and her job is to keep my schedule. She runs errands for my business dealings. Occasionally she drives when my driver is off, and even helps to keep my house clean.” He seemed to not think her attire was strange at all.

“Next is Alice.” Sharon noticed that she was dressed very similarly to Lisa, except her outfit was white, with some black bordering on the sleeves, the hem of her ruffled skirt, and a black apron. Where Lisa’s apron was white. They both wore clear tights and black three inch heels, which she could not imagine them working in around the house. “Her duties are basically the same as Lisa’s.”

The fourth woman was different. She was older, dressed in a pants suit and nice shoes. “This is Karen. It is she who really runs the household. She is a nutritionist and does all the scheduling. Daily scheduling, parties, what ever is needed. It is she who will offer overtime when needed. If you take the wage that is. I would recommend the salary offered, altıparmak escort it will make you more money in the long run.

Karen makes my meals, and yours if you want, but is the only one we does not work extra jobs around the house. She has enough to do an I am not her only client. I do pay her very well. You on the other hand make take the salary I offered, or the wage. It is your choice. I am also certain you will find on other employment that pays as well as I do.”

“Yes, and I live to serve also,” she replied. “You should know I am married, but I too have sex with the Master. My husband is aware and does not mind.”

The Master then said, “There is also a security team. There are three of them and you will rarely see them and they mostly patrol the grounds outside. But, if any of the three wants sex, and they are not on the clock, you will be available for them, unless over ruled by Karen because of work that needs to be done.”

Sharon was still absorbing everything she had just heard. She was sitting in Robert’s office across from his desk on a comfortable chair. He was behind the desk, shuffling through a stack of paperwork that she was in the process of reading, one sheet at a time. She signed her third piece of paper when he asked, “You are sure you are comfortable with everything you have read so far. I don’t want any regrets. Honestly, your age concerns me.” Putting up his hand up he continued, “I want a woman who is willing to please me. I mean, she is willing to learn, to do what I ask in the bedroom. For the first few weeks of your employment, you will be in my bed more then is normal.” Looking in her eyes he said. “I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you a lot. You are so damn beautiful.”

Against her will she felt her pussy begin to lubricate. She was sure she was blushing, but there was something about this magnetic man. His eyes, his sensual lips. He oozed sex and she knew she wanted to find out what it was like with him. Sharon had been with a few boys. Her first encounter at fourteen with her first boyfriend. Since then a few boys had managed to bed her, but never a man like this.

Finally she signed the last of the paperwork. He shuffled them together, put them in a folder and unlocking a drawer on the left side of his desk he stuck the folder in it. Closing the desk drawer he walked over to his couch that was to the left of his desk. “Sharon, come suck my cock.”

He leaned back on the couch and she walked over. Dropping to her knees she first took off his shoes and even his socks. She made not of the soft carpeted floor in his office. Sharon then reached up and unbuckled his pants, with his assistance removing them, and then his underwear. She was blushing she was certain, she felt a warmth around her head. His cock popped out, as she pulled down his underwear, and it was the largest she had ever seen up close. And it was already rigid. She was inexperienced at this, but she knew it was part of the job. Grasping his cock at the base she began to lick underneath his balls. He sat not moving and said, “Mmm, that’s good, yes. Lick up the shaft. “

Sharon did as he asked, sliding her tongue up his rigid dick. She guessed it was eight or nine inches and wondered what it would feel like to have that monster inside her. Knowing the anatomy of a penis, she took he head of his cock into her mouth and licked his frenulum. The sensitive spot on the underside just below the head of the cock. He moaned which pleased her. She looked up at him, his head was back, obviously enjoying what she was doing. She was no pro, but she attempted to take more of his manhood into her mouth. She was able to take about half of his length into her before it hit her gag reflex. Up and down she began, protecting his cock from her teeth with her lips. She then used two fingers to hold the base of his cock and she began to move a bit faster up and down. Sucking his cock was turning her on, more then she could ever remember. Her pussy was hot, lubricating as she sucked up and down. Her body reacting to the man, the magnetic man and his huge cock.

“Fuck yes, not bad. Oh God, not bad at all. But now, Sharon, climb on top of me and fuck me.”

She was wearing a short mini-skirt. Knowing what she was agreeing too, she pulled it up to reveal that she was wearing only a g-string. He noticed and she saw his eyes light up. Her blouse was a white V-cut button up. She started to unbutton and he said, “Let me do that. Slide down on my cock meanwhile.”

He must have a lot of confidence in his sex appeal, she thought. He must know she is already wet. She climbed up on the couch, straddled him and then reaching behind she grasped his member. She moved the G-string aside. She placed his huge cock against her opening. Saying nothing, she slowly pushed down on his member. She had never had a cock anywhere as big inside her so she went very slowly.

“Oh my God, uhm, Master. Y-your cock is so b-big.”

Placing his hands on her ass, holding her in place he said. “Oh fuck, baby. Yes, your pussy is so hot. Oh my God, it feels so good. P-put your hands on my shoulders.” Now releasing her ass he moaned as she continued to move slowly up and down on his cock. With each downward thrust, she took more of his huge cock into her pussy.

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Her Awakening

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My 25 year old wife is hot.

The first time I saw her jogging I thought about the proverbial beach bunny.

Ironically, she worked at the same hospital I worked at. We eventually met, moved in and married.

After moving in together she went for a girls night out only it was in the afternoon.

This was the first time I saw she liked to drink. She came home very tipsy and shed all her clothes. She went into the kitchen of our apartment naked and was going to cook something, I don’t remember what. I was kinda stunned, to see her drunk and now running through the apartment without a care in the world.

However, the apartment companies lawn guys were gathered outside the sliding glass door watching with glee! I snatched her and took her to the bedroom out of their view and told her to put some clothes on.

This happened a couple more times in the ensuing years and I noticed I kinda got a hard on when it did. I didn’t understand it but one time while masturbating I thought back to the times others would see her naked.

In time my fantasies went further than she actually did.

What if I could convince her to play with other men?

I started bringing home the types of porn I would like to see her in. I didn’t dare bring it up directly, just watched her reaction. I would bring home gangbang, big black bulls, lesbian porn etc…

She watched intently but never said she would actually do any of it.

However, when I would get her really hot and wet I would make reference to the porn and checked her reactions. She actually reacted well so I jokingly said things like “You wish you had a bbc in you now don’t you?”, or “You wish a women was licking your pussy don’t you?” I don’t know if she was playing along or really meant it but she would always get turned on when I said things like that.

I was prepping her for bursa escort something but I wasn’t quite sure what it would be just yet.

I wondered if she would be amenable to a man or women to break the ice in this journey to turn my wife into a slut.

I decided a woman would probably be the best for her first time.

Making that decision, I started looking around for a women that would work out for us. It just happened that she was friends with several women from the YMCA, several of whom were lesbians at least I presumed so.

I decided a party was a good way to get people over and I told her to invite her friends from the gym, she agreed and the party was set. Her friends accepted as well as several others we knew.

About 20 people showed for the party and 2 were from the gym, I think they were lesbian lovers.

The alcohol flowed freely and my wife was getting very tipsy and flirtatious.

She started dancing in the middle of the room all by herself!

Her dancing was very sexual in it’s tone. She was writhing and I noticed the look on the 2 women from her gym. They were eye balling her the way I eye ball women I wanna fuck.

My wife danced around and grabbed one of the women from the gym and started writhing on her. Her legs in between the other woman’s legs, her pelvis grinded against her the whole time. I could tell the other woman was getting turned on and when she looked at me I smiled and winked at her. My wife took turns dancing with both of her friends from the gym and did the same thing the whole time, writhing and grinding.

Meanwhile, I was keeping her drinks topped off knowing she was going to be getting very sloppy drunk soon. And then it happened, she actually passed out on the floor while dancing with one of her girl friends. I apologized to them and said I needed to get her to bed but bursa escort bayan they could stay and party if they wanted, they agreed.

I carried my wife up the stairs to our bedroom and stripped all her clothes off and just left her on top of the comforter. I went back downstairs and made sure the women were good and made an excuse to go back upstairs to check on my wife.

I went up there for one reason, I was gonna get my wife hot and bothered to the point she would be pliable. I did all the usual stuff except I started fingering her with two fingers rapidly, this eventually makes her squirt except this time I stopped right before she was gonna squirt. I did this several times so I know she was on the brink of a massive orgasm. I went back downstairs to tend to the two women.

We got to talking about sex and the one I smiled and winked at asked me about my wife. I just told her outright I wanted to see her with another woman and thought one or both of them would be safe for my wifes first time. They both smiled and said they had wanted to approach my wife at the gym but were not sure how she would react. I told them how I had been prepping her to do something and it seemed like the right moment now.

These ladies are both beautiful and work out constantly so I would have fucked them both. I know my wife would enjoy being with them.

So, the women shed their clothes and went upstairs to fondle my wife and go as far as she would let them. I told them I would be sitting in the corner of the room out of view so I could watch.

We all crept into my master bedroom and my wife was lying there on her stomach with one leg drawn up to her a little, enough to get a good view of her moist pussy and asshole.

One of the women climbed in behind her and started running a finger up and down her crack, dipping it into her pussy. escort bursa My wife let out a moan everytime the finger entered her pussy. Soon the woman had two fingers dipping into her pussy and this made my wife groan louder. She sped up the double finger fuck until I thought my wife was gonna squirt, then she stopped. My wife let out a groan as if she wanted it to continue all the time thinking it was me I assume. The women dropped her face down to my wifes ass and started to rim her asshole. My wife let out a really low groan as if she really liked it. Soon my wife was raising her ass up to meet the woman’s tongue and pumping her hips. That’s when the women started to double finger fuck her while she rimmed her ass. My wife was groaning like I had never heard before and started to writhe beneath the woman’s tongue. The double finger fuck started to get faster and faster until my wife screamed and lifted her ass, she was squirting and was loving it.

Meanwhile I had been sitting there jacking my dick watching and the second women was fingering her own cunt.

After my wife came she rolled over and saw her friend from the gym who had just brought her to this massive orgasm. She had a look of surprise on her face but then the second woman reached down and locked onto her lips. My wife initially had her arms outstretched but soon had them wrapped around this second women. Keep in mind, she was drunk and had been prepped for months for this exact situation.

The three of them did what three naked women do, they ate pussy, rimmed, sucked, ground their pussies together all night long. I saw my wife eating pussy between another woman’s legs and that’s when I shot my load. It was massive.

The ladies all slept together in that bed and I slept in the bedroom next door. Occasionally I would be woken up by their sounds of orgasms during the night.

This was her night, I didn’t try to get involved because I had other things planned for her. I just wanted her pliable to sex with other people and I had just cracked that door open in a big way.

The next scenario for her was a hung man, or men.

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Her Kiss

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It felt like we had known each other forever.

In reality I had only moved to that sad little town twelve month prior. I was a city girl, born and bred just west of London. I was used to falling asleep with sounds of traffic penetrating the double glazed window. The occasional doof doof of a car stereo breaking the soothing monotony of the engines that passed. It had taken me weeks to learn to fall asleep in the silent nights the country provided. Took me years longer to adapt to the stifling heat of the tiny Australian outback town.

It was a hard move for a just turned 18 year old insecure school girl. I walked into class on my first day looking like a wild creature caught in the glaring headlights of a truck. My white skin a huge contrast to the freckled tan faces of my new classmates. My accent strange to the ears of those used to an Australian twang. I settled in fast, made friends, fought of the advances of every boy in class. They had all grown up together, fresh meat was rare and with my city clothes and reckless attitude I guess I was seen as wild and exciting.

It was Gretal that caught my attention though. She was everything I could never be. Blond, blue eyed, tan and busty in stark contrast to my jet black hair , soulful brown eyes and petite figure. She was no dumb blond though, her mind excited me, her perspective on life was so enthusiastic I felt a new excitement for it myself. I didn’t know what it was that I felt for her. I just knew I wanted to be around her so very much.

We lived in each others pockets. My father used to joke that along with his new position managing the towns mines he had inherited a new daughter, Gina and Gretal..twins of the soul. Her family welcomed me as one of their own. It was the night of our school formal it happened.

We had dates, twin brothers of all things, John and Shane, farm boys with little on their minds other than beer and girls. We let them grope at as through our dresses as we parked down the road from Gretal’s place. We shared their beer, smoked a little of their home grown and laughed at their jokes before brushing them off and staggering in peels of laughter into her house. We did the family thing for a minute before her mother laughingly sent us to bed, telling us we would be worse for wear in the morning.

We managed to clamber rather ungracefully out of our dresses and lay on her soft double bed enjoying the warm breeze through the half open window, inhaling the soft scent of summer crops that permeated the air.

We talked, skin touching as we lay together for a while, giggling at nonsense that seems hilarious when you are wasted. I don’t know who reached out first, or for how long we had been softly caressing each others skin before I turned my head and bursa escort brushed my lips against hers. I felt her hesitate and ran my fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling her towards me as I kissed her harder. Her lips melted against mine with exquisite softness, parting as I slipped my tongue between them to explore her mouth.

Encouraged when her tongue met mine I wriggled closer, my firm “a” cup breasts with hard aching nipples grazing against the soft fullness of hers. I slid my hand up and cupped one through the lace of her bra and moaned into her mouth. The unexpected weight and softness, the hardness of her nipple pressed into my palm had the ache running through me and settling between my thighs. I pulled my lips from her mouth and kissed softly down her neck.

My hands fumbled to pull the bra straps from her shoulders, tugging it down so I could place my mouth against her soft skin. Her back arched and a deep groan escaped her lips as I engulfed her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue against it and sucking on it as my hand squeezed at its twin. I caught the hard nub between my teeth, and she slid her hand down her belly to cup her mound as she whimpered. I pushed her hand away and replaced it with my own, whimpering myself as I felt her grind against it, the dampness of the lacy fabric a clear indication she was as turned on as I was.

I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her panties and let it rest for a moment against her slit, feeling the heat and seeping wetness against my hand. Returning my mouth to her lips I felt an overwhelming urge to taste her, to shove my face into her sweet cunt and consume her….

With her lips still warm against mine I increased the pressure of my hand and gasped as I felt her grind against it. She parted her long toned legs and my finger slid within her slit, into the pool of wetness that gathered there. I found her clit and dragged my finger over it, down the length of her, running over but not entering her hole and back up again, over and over.

She pulled her lips from mine and buried her head in the place when my neck met my shoulders and moaned, her breath hot against my skin. Her hips were circling and thrusting up to meet my hand. She squirmed trying to settle my palm against her clit but I wouldn’t let her, I was intoxicated by the sensation of her warm wetness coating my fingers and needed more time to explore. I returned my mouth to her full breasts, suckling each in turn until they were hard and throbbing.

My sucks and kisses turned to nips and soft bites and I was enthralled to see that it only had her grinding against my hand and moaning loader. I rubbed her clit a little and took her nipple between my teeth, dragging them escort bursa over the sensitive flesh, biting down as I thrust a finger into my best friends tight hole. She went wild, thrashing beneath me, her pussy grabbing me like a vice, pulsating around it as she screamed out for a second before muffling the noise as she bit into her own shoulder. Her body froze then, arched and stained before I felt the rush of her ecstasy flood over my finger, soaking my hand, running like a stream onto the sheets as her body convulsed.

We both stayed still and silent for a moment before she giggled saying ” oh my god that was fucking great, can I try it on you?”

The next thing I know she was kissing her way down my body whispering ” oh god I want to make you cum like I just did, want to make you feel so good”

The sight of her, so beautiful as her eyes met mine with hunger while she kissed lower and lower. She swirled her tongue over my belly, her hands moving at the same time, stroking, kneading, grasping at my skin. As her lips brushed over my mound I felt my clit twitch sending shivers of desire through me, I wanted her mouth on my puss so bad.

She teased me dreadfully, her tongue playing over my thighs, her fingers tugged softly at my trim jet black pubic hair. My pussy screamed for attention but despite my wriggled attempts to guide her to my need she avoided my cunt altogether. Her fingers traced teasing patterns on my skin and the warmth of her breath had me moaning. I was on the edge, past all point of reason. I didn’t even know what I was doing when I reached for her hair and gripped it in my fists dragging her mouth down to my cunt as I bucked up hard, grinding against her hungry mouth as waves of pleasure overwhelmed me and I filled her mouth.

I was dizzy and wracked with pleasure as I released my grip, but rather than pull away she pulled my lips wide open and examined my with great curiosity, her fingers and tongue exploring my folds, lapping at the running liquid pleasure that seeped from my still aching hole. She moaned softly against me as she cleaned my pussy. The view sent my head spinning, the sight of the tip of her soft tongue lapping at my wet pink swollen cunt rekindled my hunger. Her fingers probed at the entrance to my cunt as her tongue lashed my tingling clit with intuitive skill. “oh fuck eat me you little bitch ” I hissed at her, “suck my cunt dry, fuck me with your fingers, make me cum” I demanded between gasps and groans of pleasure.

She slid two slim fingers into me as she sucked my clit between her lips, her tongue rubbing against it hard and fast, sending me over the edge. I bucked up desperately against her fingers as she fucked , the sensations were mind blowing as I came hard around her fingers. bursa escort bayan Before the last waves had subsided her mouth was fixed firm around my hole, thrusting her tongue deep, sucking at me, making my dying orgasm explode into fresh waves of pleasure. I felt the force of it as my cunt expelled my cum into her greedy mouth.

It was so much more intense than anything my own inexperienced fumblings had drawn from my body. As my gasping breath settled I felt her slide her way up over my body, cunt grinding against mine as she kissed me hard. “oh god Gina, I want to do that to you over and over ” She sighed dropping little kisses all over my face before returning her cunt scented lips to my own again. “I want to worship you for days, make you scream in pleasure” she giggled as my hand brushed down her side and over her ass pulling her tight against me

“such a greedy slut” I giggled holding her body tight against mine. She sighed with pleasure as my hands rubbed firmly up and down her back, caressing her ass, making her squirm against me. I pushed her down onto her back and knelt between her legs, demanding she fuck herself with her fingers for me. She didn’t even hesitate, her fingers thrust eagerly into her cunt while she kept her eyes on my face, watching me watching her.

The scent of her arousal, the sight of two slender fingers slipping in and out of her cunt drove me wild. I gripped her wrist and dragged her hand from her pussy and took the cum soaked fingers into my mouth. The taste of her was amazing, it stirred something primitive in me, I wanted to own her, possess her.. bring her pleasure and have her please me. I shoved her hand back onto the mattress and took over playing with her cunt. I soon noticed that unlike me she preferred a rough touch.

The harder I forced my fingers into her cunt the more she moaned. I make her play with her magnificent breasts as I flicked at her clit, then without warning I slapped her cunt hard, making her buck up off the mattress and groan in pleasure. Four more hard slaps had her begging for my mouth as she neared the edge. I shoved my face between her thighs and licked at her clit as I used two fingers to play deep inside her. She begged for more, so I slid a third finger into her virgin hole, sucking her hard clit, and teasing it with my tongue.

I could feel it building in her, I lay against her, my hand between us as it worked its magic between her thighs. Kissing her, hearing her moans, grinding against the back of my own hand as she did the same to the front had us panting and moaning in unison. She exploded, her tight muscles gripped my fingers, pulsing as she bucked up hard against me. It was enough to set me off again, my gasps joining her moans as we came together so sweetly.

She slept in my arms that night. Her full soft body naked and warm against mine. Our friendship changed from that point. No longer just my best friend she became my lover and a short while later my submissive… but that is another story.

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