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One Dark Wintry Night

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The Stories of Laura, Part 1, The Incidental Meeting

The first of hopefully many posting on the Erotic Laura. This is the introduction and has the least amount of sex in it. These stories, posted as written, will grow increasing sexual, sensual and probably a bit kinky from time to time. These are fictional accounts written for a very real women for her pleasure…and hopefully yours.

My friendly wife

I met him quite accidentally, when I was on my official tour. (I am a marketing executive (age 30) of an MNC pharma company) We were old friends – studied in the same School. As it happens in such occasions, there was an initial euphoria, and when it was over, we decided to celebrate the occasion in a roadside bar. He made a call to his wife, telling her that we would have our dinner outside. I was happy sipping a beer and was remembering our old days, when, to my surprise, I found him gulping down almost half the bottle of whisky and still ordering for more. I signaled the waiter to stop as I was an occasional drinker, and I was hungry. We had a heavy dinner and I paid for the bill, amidst protests from my friend. So, after a few good byes, I thought of moving to my lodging house as I had some hectic work to do the next day.
But, when I finally convinced him that he had had enough and brought him out of the pub, he was so drunk that he could not even insert the bike key in its slot. Knowing that if I allowed him to drive, it was a sure act of suicide, I decided to drop him home, before moving to my hole. But I never thought he would be so drunk that he could forget the way to his own home, and after going round and round over a few streets, I took out his visiting card from his pocket, and enquiring here and there, reached his house around 11 in the night. I was happy that light was still burning in his house.
I honked the horn twice and a sleepy face peeped through the window. After a few seconds the front door opened, and a very young girl of around 20 came out. My friend gave that foolish grin as would such drunkards do, and tried to introduce me to her. His mouth opened to say something, but instead of words, a stream of vomit, a mixture of whisky and snacks, sprayed on my shirt before I could react. His job finished, he faltered and started to fall. Even forgetting the stench killing my nostrils, I rushed to stop him from falling. And his wife joined.
With much difficulty, we carried him into his bedroom almost dragging and laid him on the bed. By that time, he was totally gone, quite oblivious to what was happening to him and into the deep drunken slumber. She looked up at me and said in a very low voice “There is a bathroom in the hall; please change your dress and also take a bath. I will wash them up shortly.”
I had nothing to say, so I obeyed. When I returned from the bath room wrapping a towel around my waist (my dresses were in the suitcase), she was standing in the hall looking very sad.
I thought I owed an explanation. “We are friends during school days”. I sounded almost apologetic. “We met again after 10 years gap, and he wanted to celebrate. Perhaps, I should have stopped him much earlier”.
“It is okay” she replied in a matter of fact tone. “I have seen him in much worse condition”. Her words were interrupted by the deafening sound of snoring coming from my friend’s bed room. I was shocked to hear that. A wife so beautiful like her, recently married as was evident from her mangal sutra, there was no reason for my friend to behave like that.
“Why?” I wanted to know, but she ignored my question. “Here is some milk?” she extended a cup of hot steaming milk and asked “Would you like to see some TV news?”. I nodded in assent, as I had that habit of watching late night news before going to bed.
She switched on the TV, changed it to news channel and started moving towards the bathroom. “I may be late. Shall be washing your clothes & others. There is your bed room” She pointed her beautiful hand towards a closed door and I nodded. She went into the bathroom closing the door behind her and I heard the water running. She was washing my clothes, I thought sipping the milk.
She looked very beautiful, and though I felt guilty of thinking like that about a friend’s wife, I could not help remembering her wonderful body. She was very shapely, and from the contours exhibited through her night dress, I could see her breasts very firm and her back intoxicating (you know, I was already slightly intoxicated by that strong beer). She was lean but not skinny, and she had the curves that made her very sexy.
Shaking my head to drive away these thoughts, I tried to concentrate on the TV news which was discussing about the sudden drop in stock prices on that day and I got absorbed in it. I had staked lots of money in the stocks and a 5 percent drop meant a lot of money. Soon I forgot my friend and his sexy wife and was deeply into the stock market news, when I heard somebody screaming. I thought that it was my imagination and continued to view the news item which was saying that I had lost about 30% of my hard earned savings on that day itself. Right at that time, the bathroom door opened suddenly with force, and out she came running, screaming and naked.
I froze in my seat for a second, then rose quickly to receive her. She straight ran into my outstretched hands, shaking terribly, as if she had seen a something dangerous and attacking her. She could not speak and was half hysterical that I had to hold her to my chest very firmly to restrain her shivering body. I was a little worried to see her so frightened, and looked towards the bathroom door to see what was threatening her. I didn’t have to wait for long.
Out came, flying in great speed, brownish colored, a giant sized – you know what? – a Cockroach. Wizzing past with the sound of the propeller of a plane, it flew tentatively towards us, then changed course midway and went straight to the television screen and settled on it. It ran across the TV screen aimlessly and then, as if it had changed its mind, started flying again across the hall. It disappeared somewhere behind me and before I could guess where it went, it came back swiftly from behind me (I could not move, as she was hugging me tightly) and settled on her naked butts. She gave a screeching sound once again, and her body convulsed against me, as if she was experiencing a nightmare.
The cockroach started running on her mosaic back like a little child, and when I tried to catch it, it escaped and again started flying around. She was now totally out of control, her slender body writhing against me like a snake. In that melee, I lost my previous towel around my waist, leaving me very nude like her. Finally the cockroach made its way to their bed room where her husband was sleeping and did not come back.
I thought for a moment, made a quick decision, and lifting her in my hands, carried her to the room reserved for me, and laid her down on the bed.
My intention was purely to make her safe from that terrorist-cockroach. But as I saw her on the bed, lying on her back, with her entire front portion displayed in my view, my mind had gone wild. She looked very sexy to my beer-charged eyes and her boobs were very fleshy and round than I had thought earlier. Her triangular mound between her thighs was puffy, brownish, in quite contrast to her pure white body, making me crazy. I could not resist myself and jumped on the bed, beside her, started kissing her face every where, my hands feverishly working on her breasts.
For a few moments she seemed not to care, still dazed, then her eyes suddenly opened wide, and seeing my face very close to her, she immediately started to wriggle free of me, and struggled hard with her hands and legs to push me off her. But she was no match to my strength and I forced her down, kissing her on her face all the time.
“Please,” she begged me “I am your friend’s wife. Don’t do this to me. Please”. But I was far gone beyond this finer sense, aided by the intoxication of the liquor inside me.
She struggled hard for a brief time, her protests slowing down gradually as she realized my superior strength, and finally stopped fighting. But became very rigid, like a women under sedation, making no movement, lying like a dead body, but still covering her breasts with her hands and crossing her legs tightly thus hiding her golden mound effectively from me.
From the shape of her breasts and her behavior, I had a doubt about her sex life with her husband. Her breasts bore no marks of teeth or finger nails, showing that she was still almost a virgin. She was frightened at my aggression as sex seemed to be very new to her, I surmised, and decided to go slowly.
I kissed her very gently on her forehead, then her eyes, and slowly sliding down to her ears and posted a strong kiss into her ear, which should normally turn her on. She did not show any emotion, was lying like a girl suffering from coma. But I continued my solo play. Her breasts were indeed small and round, but still her hands were unable to cover them completely. I placed my fingers in the gap of her fingers and began my expert work, massaging her breast and using my thumb and index finger, slightly squeezed the nipple, as you would fondle your penis before mastrubation.
She let out a “sssssssssshhhhHH” quite inaudibly, but continued her non-cooperation.
Emboldened, I forced my fingers over her hitherto sagging breasts and continued my usual massage (as I would do to my wife) starting from the lower end, slowly sliding towards the top, squeezing the tiny nipple with two fingers. After a few seconds of massaging, I could sense her breasts and nipple becoming live, hardening and her body slowly relaxing. Then I began to kiss on her breasts (forcing her hands away, which were becoming weak) and started licking her nipple. She held her breath as my tongue played on her, passing all sides, and occasionally teasing her tender small grape-sized nipple with my teeth.
After considerable time spending on her marvelous breasts, I got down to her abdomen and my tongue started playing on her naval, probing into the small opening. Quite unexpectedly, this turned her on, and she moved her torso beneath me, very slowly, giving indication that she was getting aroused. I continued to play with her sexy naval, even as my hands were busy with her breasts.
I could sense that she was now breathing heavily. That was enough for me. My mouth moved further down to the triangle below, created by her two crossed legs, and kissed over it. As if by magic, her hands flew from her breasts, and held my hair very tightly, it hurt me, and tried to pull my head away from her golden mound.
She must have been bathing at the time of the unscheduled visit of the cockroach, as she smelt of pleasant fragrance. I now used both of my hands to force her thighs open up and after some brutal effort she gave in. My God! Once again I gasped at the excellent panoramic view that spread before me.
Hers was a very small light coloured oval shaped cunt, its opening guarded by two harmless lips, separated by a slim line that was glistening with the pre-cum liquid. There was no bushy hair, as it appeared that she had recently shaved clean. Her thighs were simply bright golden colour, and a few purple patches here and there, because of the pressure I applied to pry them open.
I bent down, and gently brushed her quivering lower lips with a slight kiss. At the touch of my lips, her body trembled and she let out a “NOOOOOOOOOO” once again. But she did nothing to ward me off and even reduced the pressure of her thighs I started kissing lightly all around her cunt, careful not to touch it, her thighs, lower abdomen and hip, and I found her getting high every minute..
I felt suffocated, my face buried between her tightly held thighs and I lifted my head up to get some air. You won’t believe it, but she pushed my head down with her hands, opening up her thighs a little wider so I could get more access to her lower lips comfortably. I wondered! How sex changes women!
Emboldened, I started licking the rim of her golden pussy, careful not to touch the centre line, but on the rim of her oval cunt,. Despite her, she began to moan, slowly moving her bottom in tune with the movement of my tongue. All the while, my hands were playing and massaging on her hip, just between the hip joint and starting of the pubic hair – an area, which I found very much arousing the women (especially my wife).
She was now really going wild, with her mouth uttering the moans quite loudly and her butts thrusting upwards, forcing me to take her vagina. Her lower mouth was now salivating freely, I felt her erect clit and rolled it between my lips as you would a tasty cherry. She cried out in pleasure. Then, I started attacking the crack with my tongue, going from the bottom of the opening, slowly going up right through the crack, an inch of my tongue digging through her opening.
“Aaaaaah”, :AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaOOO” Ssssssssssssssssshhhhhhh! was her rythmic moans as my tongue went up and down that impatient slit God created in women for the use of innocent men like me. She was now shaking all over, and from the sounds she was making, I could sense that she had already started journey towards the orgasm.
It was time, I thought, and moved between her legs, taking position carefully, and placed the tip of my arrogant cock over the opening.
Her eyes opened like she was awaken from a deep sleep, and her eyes caught the view of my throbbing cock, dangling before her like a dark carrot. I took the tip of my steady cock on the opening, and pressed. It entered into her, an inch immediately, thrusting away her protesting cunt walls (because of my size). I paused for a moment, as I saw her mouth opening into a perfect ‘O’, her upper body came off the bed, her head bent backwards, her thighs opening wide and almost breathless. I could see her enjoying the sensation of my cock inside her virgin cunt and pressed further, letting my cock drowning into her very slowly.
As I guessed earlier, she was not used at all earlier by my friend, and she was not getting all the pleasure in having such a monstrous cock insider her virgin cunt.
“Oh! “OOOOOOh! Was all she could say, shaking her head wildly, unable to take in the sensation my cock was creating into her..
Finally, I settled down into her tight and eager cunt, I felt very satisfied. (My wife’s cunt was a little bigger than my prick, and often I doubted whether I was inside her or not).
I felt her inner walls of the pussy hugging and pulsating my cock in a different way I never felt before and I felt like I was doing the fucking for the first time. A new sensation started brewing into me making me very happy and lustful. Which made my cock grow further, bulging like a mid sized banana.
I could not control myself and I began to move, and I found myself making deep thrusts at her. Initially, it was measured as if I was dealing with a fresh flower, afraid that Imight hurt her, but as I lost myself in that new sensation her cunt was creating to my cock, I began to make powerful thrusts into her. I could feel my entire length riding through that slim opening like a race car, smashing into the end of her cunt tunnel, making her scream like a little school girl on a roller coaster ride for the first time. Her moans were making me mad and I increased my speed further.
I did not, could not, stop and started making long and powerful thrusts into her sweet cunt, with uncontollable vigour. Somewhere in the distance I heard her calling me “Raaja, Raajaaa, Raaajaaaaaaaa, Come da, still deep into me, come on da; yes yes like that, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, go go go go gooooooo deep into me, deeeeeeeeeep, aaaaaaaaaaah yes, yes, aaaaaaaaaaaaa go go I want you still deeeeeeeeeeep, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”. She didn’t stop and chattered like a little girl proud about her new found toy.
For any man, who finds his women below him getting thrilled with his cock, such a wonderful sounds will make him further mad, and confident, successful and strong and would turn into a monster who would do anything to satisfy that girl below.
Like that I felt very happy at her acknowledging my strength and my techniques, which gave her so much pleasure between her thighs! She was now lifting her butts up every time my cock assaulted her, receiving my entire length into her, as if eating me fully. I was completely out of mind then, making some of the powerful strokes that I never made before this, my hips moving like a express train,.
I was now working between the outstretched “V” shaped legs and still going strong, when I saw her going frenzy, her entire body moving up and down as if she was having fits, her fingers buried wildly on my back, her nails biting my flesh, and in a flash, her cunt began squirting warm sexy liquid in spurts on to me. She had hit the orgasm quite violently and her entire body was on fire, moving wildly below, all the time careful enough to receive my thrusts within her. She breathing very heavily, through mouth, deep and long, gasping for breath, making inaudible moans in between.
As she was half through that shattering orgasm, I felt my dam cracking and I flew into a mind shattering orgasm, and jets of happy liquid spurt into her enthralled cunt, drenching her thirsty pussy, going further deep into her womb, spilling over her thighs, and I was still pumping into her non stop……. I heard her still calling me something, shaking like a mating snake and my body was beyond my control, making deep strokes, still powerful jabs….
I didn’t know when we stopped. When I woke up, it was morning already and she was standing there with a cup of hot coffee in her hand, and a pleasant wife-smile on her lips.
“Good morning”, she cooed “Everything ready. Come on”.

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Sophomore year part 2

I agreed to stay with ms. Cook and her daughter for one week. I thought it would be nice to have electricity and hot water for a change. She even said she would let me bring kona. I just had to be good….
We walked out of the woods together. It was a very awkward walk that seemed to drag on forever. Probably because this was my fucking teacher that I just masturbated for. That usually is kind of awkward right? She tried to break the tension by talking. She was asking me where I think my mother was and why no one was taking care of me. I couldn’t answer it. I had no idea where she was or why she left me. Honestly I didn’t give a fuck. I was fine on my own. I was alive and fine. Sure the feeling of being abandoned got to me but that’s what the drugs and alcohol were for.
When we came out of the woods I saw the car I had been seeing. Sure enough ms. Cook got in. I told her bye as I walked away.
“Hey get over here! Let me give you a ride to your house.” She said.
I got in the car and told her where to go. The entire ride was silence except for me telling her where to go. Good thing it wasn’t a long ride.
We arrive at my house and she has a slightly disgusted look on her face. I ignored it and got out. I lit a cigarette as I walked to the door. Marlboro red. Even though I was a broke piece of shit, I smoked decent cigarettes. I saw ms cook in the reflection of the glass door as I unlocked it. Standing about ten feet behind me. Hands on her hips with an extremely unhappy look on her face. I turned around and sarcastically said “what?” I was prepared for the guilt trip and judgement about my smoking habit.
“Those things will kill you. You know that right?” Ms cook said.
“I’m already dead inside Ms. cook.”
I don’t know why I said that. No one knew about the feelings in my head. No one knew about how worthless and unwanted I felt. No one knew about the depression and self hate boiling inside me.
“What do you mean?” She said. I could hear the worry in her voice.
“I don’t know man. I’ll come over eventually to stay or whatever.”
“Okay.” She said as she started walking to her car.
I went inside and finished my cigarette. Kona was happy to see me. I threw some food in her bowl and filled her water bowl. That was one spoiled dog. I’d go without eating just so she could eat. I made myself something to eat then began packing. I threw everything I owned in a backpack and called a friend to get him to take kona to ms cooks house later.
I smoked another cigarette and chugged some jack Daniels before I hopped on my motorcycle. It was a Harley Davidson shovel head bobber. My dad was building it before he died. It’s really the only thing left of him that I had. I finished the project as a memorial for him.
I rode over to her house. The jack that I just drank added to everything I smoked and drank in the fort earlier. I was feeling nice. Not safe for riding at all though but fuck it.
I parked the bike in the street next to her house. It didn’t look like it belonged there at all. I didn’t look like I belonged either. Here I am,A ratty teenager wearing ripped jeans, Some stolen vans shoes and a support your local bandidos motorcycle club t-shirt. (The 1%er gang). The neighbors stared at me as I walked to the door. I tried to be as nice as possible. Usually I would say something like “what the fuck are you looking at” but I held back. I knocked on the door and she answered.
“Uhh hey ms cook. I’m here.” I said in a slightly confused tone.
“Oh hi! I honestly wasn’t expecting you to come. I’m so glad you did though.”
“Well i mean… If you didn’t expect it I guess I can go home.”
“Oh no no no! I meant when I said I wanted you to come here. I just didn’t think you meant it when you said you would. Come in! Meet my daughter!”
“Morgan!” She yelled up the stairs. “Come down here I’ve got someone for you to meet!”
I walked into the house. It was one of the biggest houses I’ve been in. The stairway was curved and absolutely beautiful. The walls were painted a beautiful dark red color and the floors were tile. There was a picture of a very pretty girl on a wall. She was blonde and tan. Like a surfer type of girl. She had a striking resemblance to Hayden Panettiere but way more beautiful. I looked around at the other pictures and saw one of the same girl holding a surfboard which supported my surfer girl guess.
“Morgan!” Ms cook screamed. “Get down here!”
I heard a groan from upstairs. Then I saw the girl from the pictures walking down the stairs. She was wearing a white undershirt with lace things around the neck of it and some really short shorts. They were tight on her fit body and I could make out every curve. Her long blonde hair was tied up. The way the sun shined on her through the window her tanned skin was almost glowing. Her blue eyes were shining as she looked at me.
“Uhh hello? Who are you?” The girl I assumed was morgan said.
“Morgan this is Brian. He’s going to stay with us for a while. We are going to help him change for the better while he’s here.”
“Brian this is my daughter morgan. She’s your age. You two could have a lot in common. You never know”
“Hi morgan. Nice to meet you.” I said with an attempted smile on my face. I’m not good with situations like this.
“Uhh hi.” She said rudely. “Mom can I go to my room now?”
Ms cook just glanced at her and back up the stairs she went.
“Sorry for her rudeness. I thought I raised her better than that”
“Ehh it’s cool. I’m used to that kind of stuff.”
“Well. Let’s show you to your room and get you all settled in.” She said
I followed her up the stairs. She pointed to each door telling me what room it was. We got to my room which was at the end of the hall right next to Morgans room. I had a bed, a desk, tv, and my own bathroom connected to the room. There was a door in it but I didn’t open it. I noticed my room was very easy to sneak out of. The roof of the first story patio was under my window. Just a small jump off and I’m gone.
“Call me Jennifer by the way” ms cook said then left.
I sat down on the bed and called my friend making sure he would bring kona over. After I got off the phone I instantly fell asleep. It was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years. I woke up around 2:25 in the morning and decided I should sneak a cigarette then take a shower. I opened the window and snuck onto the roof. I smoked my cigarette and threw it into the neighbors yard.
I walked into the bathroom blinded by the light that was already on. I saw morgan standing there completely naked and wet like she just showered.
“OH FUCK” I screamed as I quickly shut the door and went back to my room.
I tried to process how I could explain that and apologize but Morgans naked body was all I could think of. Her extremely fit body was amazing. Her perky tits were probably a d cup. She had small nipples that were perfectly placed. Her abs and thigh muscles were showing. I swear there was no fat on that girl except her round ass and perky boobs.
I was in a trance thinking about her when she opened my door.
“Hey I’m done now. Brian right?”
“Okay. I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t realize this was a connected bathroom. If it makes you feel better I didn’t see much. ” Which was a complete lie.
“Accidents happen.” She said. “Bathroom is all yours now.”
She walked out. I was amazed at how easy that small conversation was. I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. The hot water was nice. It had been a while since I took a hot shower. I washed every bit of my body twice just because it felt so good. When I was done I stepped out and looked for the towels. Couldn’t find any. I opened the door which I assumed went to morgans room and asked her where they were. She tried to explain but I never understood where. She was saying behind the mirror but i didn’t think the mirror moved. She finally just walked in and got one for me.
“Yooo! I’m naked!” I said as she pushed the door open.
“Well you saw me. It’s only fair.” She said. She glanced down towards my cock which was slightly hard. “Nice.”
She opened the mirror and grabbed me a towel. “What the fuck?” I said. “I’ve never seen shit like that before.”
She rolled her eyes and went back to her room. I dried off and put some clothes on. I fell into my bed. As soon as I hit it I decided I wanted one last cigarette. I went out onto the roof and lit one. As I was sitting out there the window next to me opened. Morgan climbed out with a pack of Marlboro ultra lights in her hand.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” She said and smiled.
“Snitches are a dying breed. Don’t worry” I said.
She lit her cigarette and sat there with me. “You want a real cigarette?” I said.
“I can’t handle those cowboy killers.” She said. “So Brian huh? Why are you staying with us?”
“Because I’m a fuck up I guess. Your mom thinks I’m like a broken car or something that can be fixed. I’m really not though.” I said. “And you guys have electricity.”
“Well what’s wrong with you?” She asked curiously.
“Parents gone. Living on my own. Drug addict. Thief. Drunk. Idiot. Where do I even begin?” I said.
“Start from the beginning” she said.
I told her everything. We sat there for hours talking about my life. I told her about my parents drug addictions. My dad dying. My mom leaving. No one caring. All that. You really connect with someone when you’re smoking a cigarette alone with them in the middle of the night. She cried. I tried to console her. I hugged her and told her that I’m the one that is going through it and I’m strong. She needs to be too. She explained how she’s heard rumors about me and she thought I was just scum. Just absolutely a horrible person for no reason. She didn’t know my story and why I’ve done the things I did.
We finally decided to go to bed at around 4:45. We hugged and told each other goodnight. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek as we hugged. I could feel myself blush. I’m glad it was at night time so she couldn’t see that.
I laid in bed and passed out. I dreamed about morgan that night. Her and I were at my grandmas house. It was before everything went to shit. The short period when my parents were clean. She lived on the beach and I would play in the sand and the water all the time. I was my age I was 18 in the dream though and morgan was there.
She was my girlfriend. My grandma and my dad were still alive. My mom was sober and we were just having fun. Morgan and I went surfing a lot. Then we would come home covered in sand and salt. We wouldn’t care though because we were too happy to care about anything. It was just perfection.
Around 10 in the morning Jennifer came in my room. She woke me up and told me she was going to go shopping then going out to eat with some friends. She asked me if I needed anything. I said no and she left. I decided it was time to wake up and start the day. I got dressed and went downstairs. I guess my friend dropped kona off that morning because I saw her through the window laying in the backyard. I started to cook some eggs. While I was cooking morgan came down. Her hair was messy and she was still half asleep.
“Good morning sunshine. Want some eggs?” I said
“Uhh yeah sure” she said sleepily.
I cooked the eggs and got us some orange juice. We ate together and watched some bullshit tv show. Even though I just woke up I wanted to take a nap. I went upstairs to my bed and laid down. Morgan came up and laid in my bed while I was asleep. She cuddled up next to me. I could feel that perfect little round ass against my cock. I woke up and realized I was rock hard and she was awake. She rolled over and looked at me. I was frozen with fear.
“Did you get a little excited?” She said with the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.
“Uhh accidents happen?”
“Let’s see what you’ve got going on down there.” She said. She lifted the blanket and pulled down my shorts.
“Oh wow! It’s bigger than I thought” she said.
She grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly. She asked if I liked that. All I could do is nod my head. I tried to open my mouth to talk but I couldn’t. She licked her hand and kept stroking. Slowly. She asked me if I wanted more and again I could just nod yes. She threw the blanket off of us and went down. She licked the bottom of my cock the swirled her tongue around the tip. She kept swirling then out of no where she put it all in her mouth. Deep. I could feel it press against the back of her throat as she sucked me off. She swirled her tongue around my cock and slowly went up and down. She asked if I was going to cum soon after a while. I finally was able to say “soon” and she went back down. She stopped again and said “do it in my mouth”. She started sucking me off again. After a whole I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I shot my load right into the back of her mouth. She swallowed my cum and smiled.
“How was that?”
“Fucking amazing.” I said. “Your turn?”
She nodded. I got off the bed and kneeled down. I dragged her to me and kissed her. She took off her shirt as we were kissing exposing those perfect tits I saw last night. I kissed her neck which she loved. I bit her shoulder and that drove her wild. She let out a loud moan and started rubbing her clit. I kissed down her body. I sucked and licked and bit her nipples. I noticed her left one was more sensitive. I kissed down her stomach while I took her shorts off. I kissed down to her thighs and bit them. She loved it. I slowly licked her clit. She moaned loudly and her whole body moved towards my face. I licked it fast. I drew the alphabet on her clit with my tongue. I did it twice before she was screaming. She grabbed my head and pulled my hair. Forcing my face into her sweet pussy. Her orgasm face was to this day the most sexiest orgasm face I’ve ever seen. I gave her one. Then another a few minutes later. After that it was just orgasm after orgasm. I believe we got to 7 that time. I ate her pussy until my tongue couldn’t move anymore.
We laid in bed together. Neither of us able to move. She rolled over and I held her. We both fell asleep spooning and slept for hours. It was just perfect. In that moment I didn’t care about when I would be able to drink again or smoke or snort or shoot up. All I cared about was her. I’ve known her for like 1 night but I poured my heart out to her. She knew my weaknesses and my feelings. I told her everything. She
seemed like a stuck up bitch at first but At that moment I could tell she cared about me. She wanted me to be happy. She wanted me to feel better but I was just too gone. I was pretty much a lost cause…..

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Thai Ladyboy

Today Hui wears a short-sleeved blouse with rainbow stripes and a tight black skirt, sandals on barefoot and a miniscule rectangle-shaped Gucci-imitation handbag with a gilded buckle slung over her bony shoulder.
She doesn’t walk, she tiptoes into my hotel room, like an unwelcomed cat, whose hunger outweighs its fear. Although Hui’s been here every day in the past week, she still treads cautiously on my territory, remembering our first meeting.
She glides towards the table and brushes a crisp hundred dollar bill off, unshackles her bag and tosses it casually in. When she heads for the queen-bed, her gait gains confidence, while her posture is unassuming, unpretensious, un-bussiness-like. I wonder if that’s how Hui treats all her clients. Like it’s not about money to her. It puts her either into a category of great professionals or great ameteurs.
I’m sitting on the edge of the unmade bed. She comes up and initiates a contact by playfully shoving me on my shoulders. I playfully fall down on my back. She puts her handbag down on the shoddy linoleum floor, undoes the Velcroes of her sandals and kicks them off. She climbs upon the bed, and stands upright on her knees looming over my prostrate body.
Her skin is white, with some brown-yellowish hue. She is racially mixed. Her face is both European and Asian, depending on the angle you look at it. The oval shape and pronounced cheekbones are European, but the squint and the depth of her eyes are unmistakably Asian.
Her body is short and very slender. Her movements, when she begins to undress me are lithe and efficient. Her hands are soft and deft. She strips me off my clothes with little help from my part, until I lie there spread out, stark naked with a growing erection.
I blink, and she straddles me, her sharp knees poking at the mattress, her inner thighs press tightly against the sides of my ribcage. I blink and she props on her hands and arches her back, exposing her slim midriff with a tiny belly-button in the middle. I feel the soft globules of her ass resting on my erection.
My body is electrified. My hands are sweaty and shaky when, with one swift, perhaps a bit agressive, motion, I take the hem of Hui’s blouse and pull it over her slender body, for which she accomodatively raises her hands up. She lowers down and props her hands at the sides of my head, her long raven-wing black hair tickling my face, her suddenly quickened breath brushing over my lips, like a blast of wind that meets you suddenly behind the corner of a building.
I unclasp her bra, and her breasts come tumbling out. She tosses the bra vaguely over her shoulder to the accumulating pile of our clothes at the edge of the bed. Her breasts are round and firm, the nipples are bloated and perky, standing out about half an inch, staring down at me with a challenge. I put my mouth over the right one, zoom in and suck. Hui groans, cups her breasts and offers me the other one. I suck on the other nipple, while sliding my hands down the steep curves of her smooth thighs, to the tight little buttocks. I squeeze them. The muscles flex and then relax as my hands do the same. While still sucking on the nipple I grab her ass and use it as a lever to pull her body up. I let go of her nipple and she arches her back again and I feel the bulge between her legs.
Blindly I find the zipper at the back of Hui’s skirt and undo it. She lies down on her back, between my stretched out legs, and raises her own slim legs. I pull the skirt down her thighs, down her sheens, down her ankles.
Her penis and testicles are snugly coiled up in a female thong panties, hidden for most of its part in a pink triangle of fabric. My mouth is dry, as if I’d just spent a weekend in the desert without water, and my palpitating heart is a leading race-car on its final lap. I take off the last piece of Hui’s clothing and give her body a long, panoramic, gluttonous look, missing out on no detail.
Her uncut dong, light brown, thick at the basis and adorned with a tuft of tar-black pubic hair tapers gradually towards the pink tip, with the foreskin covering most of its head. Her testicles are sheathed in a dark brown sac.
I met Hui in the bar on Bangla Road, an overcrowded stretch of promenade, just a few miles off the coast, which had been hit by the Tsunami. I’d come to Thailand on a business trip, my first time here, as a representative of the New Hampshire company that makes plastic food containers (maybe you own a couple of them,) with its two production plants located on the outskirts of Bangkok.
I came with a couple of other representatives. They stayed in the same hotel, hung out together, and kept aloof from me. They appeared nervous in my company, especially when I saw one of them taking off his wedding band and slipping it into his pocket. Both were bald, pudgy, middle-aged and married and once the business meetings were over for the day they would run off to the Red Light District so fast as if all hounds of hell were after them. I know that for a fact because I saw them on Patong Karon Road, with a trophy of four brown-skinned girls in tow, with those stupid grins on their chubby white faces, like they were high school kids who’d just gotten lucky.
I made no friends and so on the fourth day of the trip, I was sitting, alone, in the above-mentioned bar on over-crowded Bangla Road seeping my sour beer.
A girl sat on the bar stool next to me and without much ado asked me, in English, what was my name. The girl was cute, with nice long hair, big pretty eyes and soft hands. Her skin was light and her boobs had a nice round shape. She was a hooker of course. I had had one already in Bangkok and it’d been a lot of fun. I ordered her a drink of her choice, a margarita. We tried to make a conversation, but it wasn’t easy since her English was very rudimentary. I asked her name. The girl’s name was Hui, and she wanted to see my hotel suite. I told her that it was nothing fancy, but she wasn’t so easily discouraged. We walked along the promenade to the side street and hailed a taxi to my hotel.
Fifteen minutes later we were on my suite bed, discovering each other’s body topography in the pitch darkness. I groped my horny hand into her crotch, and recoiled. Her crotch had an erection.
I recoiled, bumped into the lamp stand, the lamp wobbled and crushed on the floor. It was made of plastic so it didn’t break. I slid my hand along the wall, found the switch and turned the ceiling lights on. I looked at the girl. And sure thing, the girl had a penis, and the penis had a huge erection.
I stumbled towards the bathroom, leaned over the sink and my chest began to heave spasmatically. In what I’d analyze later, to be a result of shock rather than disgust. I dry-heaved, but couldn’t throw up, I guess I didn’t feel so sick after all. I opened the faucet just to justify my looming over the sink.
From the corner of my eyes I saw a reflection of the girl in the mirror. She was still naked, standing in the doorway, studying me calmly. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.
« Me, Hui, katoey, ladyboy. Me a girl all. Me no lies. You try. You no like no money. You like you call Hui. You like ! Gu-ra-ntee. »
I looked her over again. Her body was feminine. So was her voice, She was a girl all right. Except for the penis. I studied it. I studied it more. It wasn’t entirely unattractive.
So I decided to see what it’s like. I came up to her and took it in my arm and squeezed it. The sensation was pleasant. Her penis was like a hot-blooded, live thing, seperate from her female body. I stroked it gently. I squatted and held it in my hand kneading. Then, on a spur of the moment, I eased it into my mouth. The ladyboy was towering over me. I was holding her ass and sucking her penis. And I was loving it.
That night I had my ass fucked.for the first time too. When it was over, Hui asked me how it was. I gave her a hundred, twice as much as she’d asked as a response, and told her to come back the next day.
Almost against my will, purely on the strength of my desire I lower my mouth and swallow her penis. Anxiously and greedily I begin to suck it just like I’ve sucked her nipples a few moments ago, making loud slobbering noises.
The sensation is both utterly bewildering and utterly pleasant. Her penis is warm and soft and it hardens up as it’s growing with every additional pump, like a baloon, which is being pumped with helium, until it fills all my mouth and I have to push its shaft into my throat, deeper, then even deeper. My mouth becomes a pussy and the penis goes in and out, in and out, rythmically, building up a momentum for a release. The penis gorges up and is unbearably big and for a second it’s so big I can’t breathe and I gargle on it. Yet I feel reluctant when I let it go out of my mouth.
Hui groans, her face is knotted in spasms of pleasure.
Hui’s little mouth eats up my dick and chews on it until I have to push her head off, lest I would cum. She pants exhaustedly, a saliva dripping from her mouth. She wipes it off and smiles at me lasciviously. She’s a little forest animal, all worked up for some action.
She’s a marvel. A straight-up woman from her long gorgeous hair to the wide curvy thighs. Clothed, she would easily fool anyone. She fooled me. And a man down from the waist. A six-inch fully functional penis oscillates expectantly from side to side like a drunk sailor, who can stand on his feet, but can’t walk straight.
Our penises are two bulging red throbs fueled by lust like two rockets five seconds before the launch. We hold them and lightly knock against each other, us, like two dog-owners letting their pets sniff each other out on the street. My dick is circumsized and about half an inch longer and a bit thicker in girth. But there’s no feeling of superiority there, there’s only mutual admiration. Our pets like each other all right.
My hands are on Hui’s buttocks, spreading the two symmetrical globules. I moist my index finger and slide my hand into her butt crack and lightly budge my moistened finger into her anus. I lap at her anus. I stick my tongue as deep as I can into it. Then I lap the wrinkled skin around her asshole.
I take a little plastic phial of vaseline from the lamp stand, uncap it and squeeze some into her anus. Hui obediently lays still. I push the entire length of my index finger down her anus. I wiggle it in ever-expanding gyrations, getting it ready for a bigger entrance. I use some more vaseline to lubricate my fully aroused penis, hold it in my hand at its base and push it into her anus. Her body writhes, her fists clench, her body tenses. I’m just half-way in, and I bring myself all the way down. She utters a cry. Her asshole accomodates the entire length of my dick. Then I begin to move up and down, smoothly and energetically, like a Porsche’s piston. Her body relaxes and I increase the speed.
We change the position and lie on our sides. I massage her penis with my right hand, keeping it engorged, while pumping from the behind. Then I pull out and lie down offering my butt.
She has a phial of vaseline in her hands and she squeezes some out. I feel cold sticky liquid on the left globule. My butt is very sensitive and I’m expecting some unearthly pleasure.
Hui slides her lubricated finger just about an inch in. My sphincter contracts and gulps down the rest of the finger greedily. She takes her finger out. Then she slowly plunges in with her uncut dick. Somewhere down below the nerve centers cross-curcuit and there’s a general blackout starting in my brains and spreading out throughout my body. I almost panic that I won’t be able to sustain so much ecstasy at one go. When she begins to hump me, my head feels dizzy and I’m about to faint. I go in and out of concsiousness for the next few seconds, as she goes in and out of my ass.
I’m on my back, in the missionary position, my legs rest on Hui’s shoulders and she’s shoving her penis into me with so much energy and excitement, as if she’d just glimpsed a huge nugget of gold up my ass. My skin is tingling. It’s a bit like being high on coke. Like you’re at the top of the world, but feel kind of light-headed and about to crash any moment, but not that it matters. I feel that I’d been fucked out of all the day’s stress and bullshit and I moan. A sweet moment of release is coming. I’m stroking my cock, keeping it moments away from cumming, waiting for Hui to reach the same height.
Suddenly she pulls out and I see her dick quiver inches away from my face and then her sperm spurts out and hits me on the nostril, on the eye, on the lips, on the chin, on the cheeks. I open my mouth wide, and the rest of the sperm is directed into it. I swallow it and open my mouth again and take the spent cock and suck it dry, while still stroking my cock. Then I push her down and stick it into her eagerly open mouth. She squeezes it lightly between her lips and I begin to cum. I spurt twice, then I pull out and do the last spurt on her face. When I’m done, I press my sperm-covered face to hers and we rub them up together. She’s smiling at me and I plant a forbidden kiss on her lips.
Still dressed in nothing, we smoke cigarettes on the balcony.
« Come tomorrow ? » I ask Hui.
« Sure, » She says.
I give my Marlboro a tug, look at the jostling crowds four floors down below and think about what will I tell my girlfriend at home about my time in Bangkok, and whether or not, even granted we’ve had an open relationship for a while now, should I mention Hui and her guilty little secret, which has become mine.

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And The Dog Made Three PT8

Chapter 8
Jennifer yearned to eat out Tracy’s spunk-flooded cunt, and Tracy knew it. The raven-haired girl lay back, her legs spread open invitingly. Jennifer finished sucking the succulent cream from the Great Dane’s tasty prick, then pulled her mouth off him and turned to Tracy. The two naughty and adventurous teenagers exchanged a meaningful glance, both more than ready for the next exotic experience they would share on this eventful day.
Jennifer placed her hands on Tracy’s knees and, for a moment, simply gazed hungrily between the spread thighs, licking her lips in eager expectation.
She had never sucked a cunt before, but she hadn’t the faintest doubt that she was going to really love giving head to naughty, nubile Tracy.
Tracy’s crotch was like a dark, hairy tray on which had been served up some delectable coral-pink shellfish. Her open pussy was all drenched with doggy spunk and cream, a tantalizing sauce poured over the soft pink meat. Her clit stood out, begging to be sucked.
“Eat me out, Jenny!” Tracy moaned, giving her ass and hips an upward tilt.
Jennifer leaned closer, her cheek brushing against the inside of Tracy’s sleek thigh. She inhaled the fragrance of Tracy’s soaking cunt, that delicious perfume spiced by the gamey aroma of doggy jism.
She approached the feast like a gourmet, ravenous for the main course, yet lingering over the hors-d’oeuvres. Turning her head, she licked at the slick, damp flesh of Tracy’s inner thighs, gathering up the slime that had trickled down those shapely columns.
Tracy’s clit shot out like a bullet, as if it were trying to fly right into Jennifer’s lips. Spunk pumped from Tracy’s pussy and poured down her groin. Jennifer dipped in lower. With delicate, dainty tongue strokes, she lapped up the overflow from Tracy’s pussy and from out of the tight crack of her upthrust ass.
She moved higher, craning her neck, tonguing up some foam from the tangled jungle of Tracy’s black cunt-bush. Tracy stared down past the slopes of her tits, enchanted by the sight. Jennifer’s pink lapper was running through Tracy’s dark pubic curls.
Sliding down again, Jennifer licked up the creases where Tracy’s thighs joined her pelvis, lapping near Tracy’s cunt-slot, but not yet making contact.
“Don’t fucking tease me!” Tracy wailed, jerking her cunt up frantically.
Jennifer smiled slightly, gratified by her friend’s enthusiasm. She cupped her open hands under the firm cheeks of Tracy’s valentine-shaped ass, lifting the girl’s groin up as if it were a goblet that she was about to quaff to the sweet dregs. She rubbed the tip of her nose against Tracy’s tingling clit. Tracy whimpered and shuddered, her own sexy mouth working as if she, too, were about to suck a cunt.
Jennifer ran her tongue up the unfolded flap of Tracy’s cunt-lips on one side, then the other. She purred, finding pussy as scrumptious as she had supposed it would be. She licked lightly at Tracy’s clit, then pushed her lapper up into the dark girl’s fuck-hole, stabbing in and out.
“Ummmm,” Jennifer sighed, as cunt-juice and doggy jism wetted her tongue.
Flattening her nimble tongue, Jennifer began to slurp all the way up Tracy’s drenched crotch. She started in the crack of her ass and slid on up through her gaping pussy and on across her tingling clit.
She began lapping faster, slapping her tongue in like a doggy. Her tongue was splashing as it whipped into Tracy’s overflowing pussy.
Jennifer had been using only her tongue to begin with. Now she opened her lips wide and clamped them over Tracy’s smoldering cunt-gash. She began to suck.
Cunt-goo gushed into her mouth, driving her crazy, while Tracy was jerking and writhing in ecstasy as she ground her cunt around in her blonde girlfriend’s eager face.
Jennifer’s lips were plastered to Tracy’s fuck-slot like a rubber plunger to a clogged drain. She suckled on the hairy rim and her tongue flashed in and out of Tracy’s pussy, plunging as deep as it would go up into those soft, wet inner folds. Her golden-blonde head bobbed about under the raven triangle of Tracy’s cunt-mound.
“Ummmm — ummmm — ummmm!” Jennifer whimpered, adoring Tracy’s soaking succulence.
“I’m gonna cum!” Tracy wailed.
“Ooooh, cream me, Tracy! Cream my tongue!” Jennifer gasped, thrilled to the very core by knowing that her mouth had brought her friend to the crest.
Cum spilled out into Jennifer’s mouth. She sucked and swallowed, wallowing around in Tracy’s groin.
“Cum, cum, cum!” Jennifer gurgled, loving it, never wanting it to stop — and Tracy came and came and came, her cunt-juices pouring out in a deluge, filling Jennifer’s maw and warming her belly as she gulped the sweet nectar down greedily and suckled for more and more.
Tracy sighed and sank back.
Jennifer, insatiable, kept right on sucking and tongue-fucking, rubbing her face around in the girl’s creamy crotch, coating her countenance with cunt-cum from chin to brow in her enthusiasm.
“Cream again! Oh, shit! I love it!” Jennifer moaned. “Cum for me again, Tracy!”
Tracy whimpered, wanting to melt in Jennifer’s sexy mouth again but hungry, too, herself, eager for the other half of their mutual oral embrace.
“Turn around, Jenny,” she ordered. “Let me suck you, too. Let’s suck each other off together!”
Jennifer moaned. Without removing her mouth from Tracy’s pussy, she began to rotate, on her knees, slowly swinging her ass and hips around. She threw one knee across, straddling Tracy’s eager, upturned face. Her blonde-maned pussy hovered only inches above the dark-haired girl’s mouth and Tracy gasped, starting to lick even before they were linked.
Jennifer slowly lowered her pussy onto Tracy’s face. Tracy arched her slender neck, pushing up to meet that descending delicacy. She grasped Jennifer by the ass-cheeks and drew her down and began to suck voraciously.
The teenagers began to sixty-nine with joy. Jennifer’s trim little ass jerked as she squatted on Tracy’s head and her own head was groveling around in Tracy’s steaming pussy as she sucked. Jennifer didn’t know which end of this coupling she loved the most, sucking or being sucked, pussy and mouth equally aroused.
She gulped a creamy mouthful out of Tracy’s pussy, spooning the delicious juice out with her tongue and, at the other end, her cunt spilled a similar load of frothy juicy out into Tracy’s gasping maw.
Her tongue slurped and her cunt squished, her tongue tingled and her clit sparked. Jennifer began to soar toward the heights, trembling and shuddering.
“Cream with me, Tracy!” she wailed, her words muffled on Tracy’s pussy.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna cum again!” Tracy cried, her words bubbling from the chasm in which her sweet lips were sucking so hungrily. Jennifer’s ass jerked down; Tracy’s ass heaved up; they seemed to be glued together, bonded mouths to cunts.
Jennifer swallowed a mouthful of Tracy’s spunk and, an instant later, her cunt spilled out a great steaming flood into Tracy’s gasping maw, so that it seemed as if they were drinking the same sweet nectar — that the juice she was drinking was rushing right through Jennifer’s nubile body and pouring back out from her pussy.
The girls writhed together in rapture as they rose to the simultaneous crest, clung there, then slowly ebbed. Cunts drained, they still continued to suck each other, working off the last lovely spasms and milking out every last delicious drop from their cunts.
Then, finished creaming, they kissed each other affectionately on the cunt, both panting and gasping in the lovely aftermath of such a thrilling mutual climax.
After a while, they moved apart and turned into each other’s arms, embracing and kissing each other on their slimy lips, sharing the residue of their lust back and forth between mouths and tongues.
“I love cunt-lapping,” Jennifer sighed.
“Ummm — let’s do it lots,” Tracy agreed. “Let’s eat each other out every day, Jennifer.”
It was a wonderful prospect, and both naughty teenagers were looking forward to a long and lasting relationship, giving and getting head with equal gusto.
But neither girl was a lesbian, of course. They both adored cocks — cocks of any species — far too much to limit their pleasure to the delights of pussy, and now, at the same time, they realized that sucking cunt had made them horny for prick again.
Fortunately, the spectacle of their sixty-nine session had had a profound effect on the Great Dane …

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My girl and I have a very special relationship. She is not my beloved girlfriend but she also is my mistress. She is sweet and cute and so, so kind but she can be a really hot and sexy mistress, too. She knows I love when she is that dominant. And she herself likes to control me, too. So we have some kind of arrangement that says that we are a normal couple to the outside but in our sexual life we have this special relationship. We do really love each other and the both of us are supposed to make the other happy. So it’s great that we found each other. Her sexual preferences and mine compare each other just as good as we do in questions concerning personality. The fact that she is younger than me makes our special relationship even hotter. To be honest, the fact that I submit myself in sexual questions to a hot younger girl excites me. We both have kinds of exhibitionistic preferences and we love to live them out.
One day we went out on a Saturday afternoon. We went into the big city. Many people were out to. My girl and mistress wore a not too short but tight, black cotton shirt and a elegant skinny white blouse under a fitting, waist- long business jacket. The outfit gave her a really sexy, serious look. The tight skirt wrapped around her cute ass and let her strong legs look pretty damn good! At the end og her long legs she wore hot, black high heels. They looked not cheap or whore like. They just fitted well with the rest of this outfit. The last parts of this sweet outfit were her black stockings. I walked beside her, my arm around her waist and my right hand placed on her ass. This simple thing exited me already because I knew she, as I, was not wearing any underwear. So the only thing that was between my hand and her sexy ass was the thin cotton of the skirt. I could feel the sides of the suspenders and I played a little with them through the cotton. My girl gave me a nice look and I knew she liked me doing that and I liked it to. But I not only liked to it that moment. I knew I would get some kind of “punishment” because I was that sassy. All this was part of our game. As I mentioned before me neither wore any underwear so my erection could be seen through my pants. The other people we met look straight the other was when they got aware of it. We thought that was funny and it made us hotter, too, because it fed our exhibitionistic considerations. So my cock grew with every passant we met. Finally we arrived our aim.
We took a seat in a little, intimae café. I took the seat on the opposite side of my mistress. We had chosen a table in the middle of the restaurant. So, all the other guests could see us pretty good. The tablecloth was not too long. When we had finally taken our seats my mistress very slowly stretched her long sexy right leg. She touched my leg under the table. She slowly walked her leg up mine until she reached the place between my legs, where my rocklike boner waited inpatient for her high heeled foot to touch it. She began to rub it. While she did that we hold our hands on the table just like a normal couple.
Now you have to know that we modified many of our clothes in a way that they look quite normal if you don’t know that they are modified. One of those modifications concerned the zipper of the trousers I wore that day. It was changed in a special was that allowed my girl to open it without using her hands. She just had to stick one of her toes through a little lash that was directly combined with the zipper itself.
When my mistress used the mentioned lash my erected cock just popped out of my trousers like nothing. Finally it was free and I enjoyed the fresh, cold air that flew all around it really much, but maybe not as much as I loved the knowledge, that the whole scene was observed by many total strangers. My girl gave me one more, sexy look. She touched my hand a little rougher as she slid my steel- bar in the space between her toes and the shoe. Then she started to wank my cock with her cute mistress- girly- my little honey- I love her- foot. It was hard for me to keep the shine. I tried to act as if nothing was going on. Just as if there was no sexy women right above me that was wanking my cock with her soft toes in public where many strangers were able to see me.
Then the waiter showed up. He brought he wine- menu first. Because of the fact that we wanted to act as if nothing was going on under the table I took as the gentleman I am the wine- menu. I tried to concentrate and chose an Italian red wine that fitted to the pasta we had already ordered. He disappeared again.
My mistress kept wanking me as if there was no tomorrow. When the waiter came to bring the meals I felt a humongous power of pressure building up in my balls. She realized that my cock moved in the warm and soft place between her toes. She smiled at me with her meaningful smile and kept massaging the top of my boner. Finally I couldn’t stand it more and shot my fist load right on her sexy little foot. She smiled even bigger and began to eat. She replaced her foot on the ground and played with her spermed toes in the high heel. It made a silent but hearable sound and some of the other people started to check where this sound might come from. We gave us a smile. Then the wine came. We made a toast- we drank on our love and on our special and profound relationship. While we ate and drank we talked about this and that, just like normal people would do it, too. Suddenly my girl let fall her fork. Certainly I knew this sigh and I stood up to get on the ground to get it for her. This was a dangerous moment because my cock was still hanging out of my pants.
But if people see something like that they don’t belief their eyes because they think it can’t be. Something like that just doesn’t have any place in their simple and boring lives.
So I simply got down on my knees on the floor and “searched” for the lost fork. My beautiful girl spit her strong legs and gave me a good view on her nice little unshaven pussy (in our sexual life we had decided that I wasn’t worth it to see my mistress pussy shaven). Without losing any time I reached my hand up her legs under the tight skirt and stick 2 fingers in her pussy. I moved them fore- and backwards while I kept pretending to search the fork. As I “found“ it I pretended as if I was losing my balance. And I landed with my face right between her legs. I could smell her wetness through the cotton. I loved her smell. She quickly pulled up the skirt to give me a full view on her vagina. And I started licking her so wet pussy- hole whit my had under the tablecloth. I felt her nice dark public hair on my mouth and between my teeth. And I inserted my hungry tongue inside my mistress’ waiting hole. She whispered:”You really are a dirty slave, aren’t you? You enjoy licking my wet sweet hole here in public! Yeah, slave ….suck all my good juice! Feel my pussy muscles work all around your wet slave tongue!” It was so wet I almost drank inside. And I loved it. I thought if I had to dir in one way I would drink in my girl’s sweet pussy juice. I drank as much as I could in the limited time I was able to stay under the table. We wanted to make the people wondering- not knowing. After about 2 minutes I came up again. My mouth was totally covered of her juice and so glossy, nobody could have serious doubts whet was going on here. I tried to lick my mouth clean as good as possible. Not to escape the embarrassment but not to waste any drop of her worthy juice. I really love her. The afternoon turned into evening and we finished our major meal.
The wine was almost emptied. The waiter came and asked if we wanted some deserts. We ordered some fruits with white and black chocolate. I wanted to order some more to drink but she touched my cock under the table and I stopped ordering.
When the waiter was gone she said in her hot way:”So honey … you are thirty, aren’t you? Guess what, I expected that and I brought some special drink for my sweet slave- boy” she gave me a extremely hot smile and licked het lower lip. Then she took my empty wineglass. She looked me deep in the eyes and she held the glass under the table. She moved a little forward on her cozy chair. “You will get the drink you deserve, honey. I will take care of you my way!” then I heard a certain sound. It sounded as if someone put water or something in a glass. First I was confused. Then I realized what this hot chick was doing: she peed in my wineglass under the table! My cock immediately got filled with blood. It stood up like a tower in a storm. Then the sound got more and more silent until it faded away. My girl took the filled glass up on the table. I saw her hot yellow pee and my heart started beating like hell. The smell came to my nose and played around it. My cock almost exploded. She held the glass under her nose and took a deep breath. “That’s just right for my nasty boy” she said and clicked with her tongue. Then she gave the filled glass to me. My hands were shaking of excitement. In fact my whole body was out of control. I held the glass under my nose like she did before and took a deep breath, too. The biggest smile appeared on my face. Then finally I began to drink. The taste of my- yes my own little baby- girl- mistress-pee was great. It was bitter with a flavor of her sweet juice in it. While I drank in huge sucks the waiter came with the deserts. He stood them down on the table. He moved his nose when he got a nose full of my drink. But he didn’t say anything. My mistress let fall her little dessertspoon. As I wanted to get down again, a little disappointed I couldn’t finish my dink, she got on her knees. For some reason she took the white chocolate- cup with her. As she was under the table she whispered to me:”Yeah honey, enjoy your drink- and remember there is more!” Then she took my cock with a rough grip and began to shake it. My excitement was so big that I didn’t take her long to let me cum again. I shot all my sperm in the white chocolate- sauce. When she was finished she gave my cock’s head a quick lovely kiss. She appeared on top again- with the small spoon. “Now let’s have desert and then let’s get the hell out of here” she said. I finished my bitter sweet drink while blood pumped in my cock already again. We both ate the fruits with the white- chocolate- sperm- sauce and the dark chocolate. All of the sudden she asked a couple of girls next table if they wanted to taste the sauces. Surprisingly they wanted to. We quickly agreed to leave them the rest of the desert. Finally we asked for the check and payed and gave a huge tip When I stood up she stood in front of me. I just wanted to close my zipper but she caught my hard cock behind her back. She shook it a little and because I was actually unbelievable hot and because I didn’t care in that moment I shot another load on the backside of her skirt. On our way out she gave a likely smile to the girls. “How do you little sluts like my slaves cum?” she asked the girls as we turned to go out.
Outside we went just our normal way, my hand on her ass cheek. As we went out way, again like a normal couple, she said all of the sudden:”Guess what slave- honey.” I simply didn’t try to guess and re asked her simply what it was. “I gave you a blowjob in this restaurant; didn’t I?” I nod my head. “Now I want you to give me a blowjob, little slave!” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what she meant. Then she gave me an evil grin. We just passed a stone on the side of the way we were walking on. She stood one foot on top of it. So her legs were speared. Then she pulled up her skirt. “Slave, today I will use you as my toilet, this game began in the restaurant and I’ll make sure it goes on. Now look slave: right now I need to take a huge shit! And I am sure you r still a little hungry, aren’t you? So get down on your knees in front of your mistress.” I did as I was asked to do. Then she pulled the skirt just a little higher so I could see her light brown asshole right above me. “Now slave lick my asshole, this will be my pleasure today, you are here to pleasure me. And make good work so you will get your gift!” I started to do my work. Right on the street I started to lick my honey’s little pretty asshole. It tasted great. I licked in small circles all the space round about it. Then, finally, I concentrated my work to the center. I licked from the left to the right and the other way. I licked from the front to the back and from the back to the front. Finally I had the feeling that het hole was soft enough. “Yeah, you are such a good slave! Lick my asshole pleasure me! And now ….. yeah …. Stick your tongue up my ass! OH, slave you are doing so well! Go on!” she moaned. And then she climaxed right there out on the streets, with a man licking her asshole. And she didn’t care about any strangers, she just shouted all her pleasure out there on the street where still many people were on their ways. “OH, fuck … yeah …. You good slave …. You make me cum so heavy! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she screamed. When she was done, and all the people tried to go their ways again, she started to press. “Now you will get your gift!” she said in the sweetest sounds. Then slowly her shit opened her asshole from the inside. I saw the small brown point above me growing. Then I smelled it. I can’t imagine to ever have loved any flavor any time that much as I adored my mistresses sweet smell that moment. I breathed in heavily. I smelled it in every possible way. The brown snake grew meanwhile more and more and I couldn’t wait to finally taste her shit. Slowly the snake from her asshole grew forward to my mouth. Now I understood what she meant when she talked about a blowjob. Happily the shit she took was not that soft. It was a good creamy one but with a good level of stability. Finally the brown top of the snake hit my lower lip. “Yeah …. You like that, don’t you?” she moaned, “Eat my shit, I know you are hungry for it. You love it you little shit- eater. Oh yeah, that’s it feel the taste of my shit on your lips and now …. Yes …take a bite. Oh my god, eat my shit slave. That’s your favorite- meal, isn’t it?” Hearing my mistress talking like that to me drove me crazy. And I didn’t see any end of the snake. She just kept pressing and a she starred peeing again. My head and my hair got showered with her sexy girlpee. Without any pause I kept eating and sucking my girls great “shitdick” my teeth cut through the shit as if it was butter and I wraped my tongue around the snake and I pressed it inside my mouth against my palatine. And I smashed it and I felt like I was in heaven. I have no idea how long it took me to eat and enjoy the whole shit but anytime I was done. “You’ve done well slave,” my girl said,” now clean my asshole.” And I just started licking her asshole clean and I sucked every little piece if shit I could find and t licked her pussy, too and I drank and swallowed all the left pee. While I did this my girl above my came again, this time not that heave like she did before but she had her pleasure. When she was totally cleaned she told me to sit down on the stone. I did as I was ordered. And then, almost like a normal couple, we had normal sex- on the stone in the street. I shot a few more loads in her pussy and ass. And when I pulled my cock from her asshole it was shit- covered and I liked it much. In the night we went home our normal way – my hand on her ass- and my cum was floating off her holes and it dripped down on the street and we left a nice track of her pussy juice and my cock juice behind us. And I was happy and she was, too because we both loved each other and we both knew there were loads of shit and pee and cum and pussy juice left.[b]

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Modern Mage Chapter 19

I woke up late in the morning with Sindee’s petite frame still pressed into my chest with our left hands intertwined. The feeling of joy and peace was still with me and I would have stayed in bed like that forever if it were possible. I refused to get up while she still slept. Her hair felt like silk rubbing between our bodies. The warmth of her body against mine filled me with wonder just knowing that she was mine and I hers bound by love and Magick. I knew realistically we couldn’t stay like this for eternity, but I was willing to lie here all day to preserve this moment. Once we got up again I’d have to get back to preventing the new possible future I had envisioned. My desire to protect humanity as I have chosen to aside, Sindee needed to be protected from what I’d seen as well. While she is becoming a powerful mage in her own right and will soon be more than capable of aiding in my goals I will protect her with every power and ability I have until my last breath. I continued to lie with her and watch her sleep.
Sindee’s breathing changed and her pulse increased a few min later. She started to move and rolled onto her where we could see one another. Her gaze sought out and focused on mine, a sleepy smile spread across her lips. I leaned down, gently caressing her lips with my one once, then again and a third time. When I kissed her the third time she reached up with her free hand, pulling my head down towards her and deepened the kiss. This amazing woman took my breath away simply by being here with me. I brushed her cheek with my right hand, slowly and gently brushing it along her skin; moving it down her neck, over her shoulder brushing down her ribs until I reached her hip. I pulled her closer to me, pressing our bodies together. As we continued to share our bodies, the Magick we both contained within us reach out for the other. We came together mind, body and soul; becoming one being instead of two. Everything beyond the two of us ceased to matter for a time. All that existed was emotion and pleasure; even time stopped as we lived an eternity in that moment.
When we were finally ready to start the day, we showered and dressed for a casual day. Sindee still had another few days before she was scheduled for work and while we were more than financially secure, she enjoyed her work helping people. I wouldn’t change anything about her as she was the other half of me. I had heard people speak of soul mates and other such poetic expressions regarding love. As much as I had been in love with Sindee and knew life was pointless without her, I never understood the truly profound effect of a true soul mate. As we went on through the day I continued to sense her presence, knew when she was focused on me. She seemed to do the same because whenever I looked at her she would lift her head and smile at me. She would laugh when she caught me staring at her and smile when I caught her doing the same. As new and strange as it was, I hoped that the newness and wonder never faded.
We made breakfast together, working as though we were one being instead of individuals. I didn’t feel awkward or weird because as attuned as we were to each other we still were individuals with our own thoughts and feelings. I just seemed that we were part of each other as well. After breakfast we headed out to make the rounds, visiting friends we hadn’t seen since the wedding and our honeymoon.
We stopped by the Existence late in the afternoon as our dated started late and visits were enjoyable, we didn’t want to leave even though we had other people to see. As it was still early the bar and club weren’t packed and there was no line. We walked into to see Arthur at his usual table, chatting with Jaq as they shared a meal. Arthur looked up as we entered and waved us over. As we neared the table they both stood to greet us even though we had seen them only two days ago when we arrived back from the honeymoon.
Arthur stepped forward, took my hand in has and pulled me into that half hand shake half hug between guys. As he pulled me in tight I felt a slight flare of Magick between us; he jump slightly as though surprised when this occurred. Arthur stepped back and looked me over, then directed his gaze to Sindee and she and Jaq were in a friendly embrace. Turning back to face me his eyes lit up and tears seemed to from in them; beyond the emotion in his eyes he betrayed nothing. He and Jaq switched places embracing us both fully.
We moved to sit down, Arthur pulling out Jaq’s chair as I did the same for Sindee. While it may seem old fashioned to some, chivalry is a lost art that should be fostered in the world and not ridiculed. We were barely seated when dinner for four was served with a bottle of wine that complemented the meal perfectly. Arthur may have been surprised by something but it wasn’t the timing of our arrival. I decided right then that I would someday get a straight answer from Arthur about what he really was. The last time I asked he said “I used to be a Mage, now I am something else.” I may want to know what that is someday; however, I am content to know that he is a friend and ally. Dinner conversation consisted of nothing more that the trivialities of everyday life, our honeymoon and Jaq and Arthur’s social life while we were gone.
After the meal and dessert we spent the evening dancing in the club. Arthur had taken the night off in the sense he may have been in the club but anything short of an emergency would be handles by Sam or Elayna. After the previous day, this had been a much needed respite along with being the first relatively ‘normal’ day Sindee and I had shared in some time. By the end of the evening, we were still sensing each other and Sindee caught me staring at her like a love struck teenager many time causing her to laugh. The behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Jaq or Arthur either.
As the night wound down Arthur invited us all up to his place over the club to relax and to spend the night. As we had been drinks, dancing and celebrating we took him up on the offer and closed off a perfect day with drinks and company in front of a fire in his place. Arthur sat on the love seat with Jaq beside him, her feet curled up under her as she leaned into his side with his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Sindee and I were in a similarly comfortable pose on the couch.
I looked them both over, “I’m glad to see how close the two of you have become. I’ve seen you in social settings, but never more comfortable than you seem to be now.” A grin spread across my face at the smiles they wore.
“I owe you a debt Andrew. If you hadn’t made the impression of Jacqueline that you did we most likely would have been in this city and never met. I can’t repay you for that,” I had never heard the amount of emotion in Arthur’s voice before. He sounded as though the weight of the world had been removed from his shoulders.
Before I could reply, Jaq spoke up, “We owe you that debt Andrew, as well as to you Sindee. “ She looked directly at Sindee, “After meeting Andrew, I wanted him almost immediately. He had a quiet confidence and strength under the young exterior that is attractive as you well know. If you hadn’t had his heart from the time you both met he may not have run abruptly as he had. It was his desire to get back to you by making sure things happened as they should that made him disappear, prompting my search. When I arrived and saw the love he had for you, I understood more about him. I wouldn’t have met any of you if it weren’t for the love you two share. From that I met Arthur,” she placed her hand on his thigh and leaned in to kiss him. “That meeting has opened my eyes and brought me a happiness I didn’t know could exist between two people before seeing you and Andrew together.”
I didn’t have a voice to speak from the emotion in her words and in her voice. Sindee was much better than me with words and replied softly, “You helped Andrew when he landed in a small town as a man out of time. You made sure he was taken care of for the few days he was there, ensuring that he could get back to me. He told me of the kiss and I was a little jealous; and extremely proud at the same time. I first met the sixteen year old Andrew after you met the man I had come to know. He was a patient who had gone into a coma after the trauma of losing his family. I had read not just the new articles, but also the police reports and anything else I could get my hands on. His brother has even told me first-hand what he remembered from that night. Andrew had tried to save his family from what, at the time, was a serial killer. His heroism at such a young age drove me to work harder to help people instead of going into medical research like my parents. If I hadn’t taken that path I would never have met him again the night he arrived in Las Vegas for the first time. If you hadn’t taken care of the man I came to know when he arrived in your town and what happened had been changed I wouldn’t have met him either. So as far as I’m concerned there is no debt and no jealousy, just mutual gratitude. Andrew and Arthur though similar are each one of a kind and need someone who is a match for them. After Ander told me the little her knew about you from your conversations and time together I had hoped that you and Arthur would find what Andrew and I share together. I am just happy to see that my hopes were not in vain.”
Very few times in my life have I been stunned totally speechless, but in that moment there were no words to convey the emotions I was feeling. From the looks on Arthur and Jaq’s faces, I think they were in the same boat I was. I dropped all the mental barriers or shields between Sindee and I and just let the raw, unaltered emotion flow between us. Sindee moved in closer to me and responded by doing the same.
Jaq had tears slowly running down her cheeks and the emotion in her voice was indescribable when she replied, “Sindee, I can now more than ever what captured Andrew. Thank you for sharing that with us.”
Arthur, like me, seemed unable to speak past the emotional lump in his throat and simply pulled Jaq closer to him. We sat like that for a few minutes before any of us were able to speak of anything. As we sat there speaking the level or quintessential energy continued to grow. This isn’t an unusual occurrence when several mages gather together for long periods of time as we attract strange and powerful things all of the time. It’s one of the reasons that Mages exists in the first place. If the people who had the potential to awaken in the first place didn’t attract an Avatar to them there would be no awakening. Quintessence, or raw Magick energy, exists in the world as all energy does. Everything has some of this energy and it is produced continuously. It is possible to strip objects, spirits and even people of quintessence but it is a brutal destructive act and most Mages won’t do it unless an emergency happens. Of those that do it even then most try to stick to objects as the act can kill a living thing. I won’t even train a Mage in this ability until they understand the fundamental nature of Magick. As the evening continued none of us tired and the additional energy continued to be converted for us. While this was unusual, it wasn’t unheard of. Around three or four in the morning we all decided to retire for the night and sleep a few hours for the next day.
Arthur had a spare room Sindee and me as well as a change of clothes for the morning. We got ready for bed and curled into each other falling asleep almost instantly now that we were no longer sitting in the room with all the energy. We were both content and happy being together anywhere. Nothing struck as strange about that night until about an hour later when I suddenly woke sitting straight up and a pulse of Magick flowed through the entire building. Sindee was sitting up next to me at the same moment as our eyes locked together. It hit me right then that while there were four of us sitting in the room, only three of us had Avatars to pull in the energy. Jaq had as much energy as the rest of us. I jumped out of the bed and threw on a robe before leaving the room. Sindee did the same and came out right on my heels.
We both ran for Arthur’s bedroom door as we felt the pulse of Magick and were concerned for both of them. As we got to the door Arthur was pulling it open; he took one look at Sindee and I in the hall and pulled us into the room. I have mentioned in the past that Awakenings were different for everyone. While mine was an explosive event caused by my need and desire to protect my family and stop the monster trying to kill my family, and Sindee’s was emotional caused by the trauma of seeing me dying and refusing to let me go; they were not the only way that awakening occur. Awakenings can be simple epiphanies about the nature of the world and what is possible, as many awakened as there are there are that many ways for it to happen. I can only guess at why Jaq awakened and how it occurred, but after talking it over with Arthur at a later time he agreed with my line of thinking. Jaq whose exposure to the Supernatural started of slowly with meeting me and putting together the clues to track me down began to understand that there were things that she couldn’t explain in the world. As a cop and then Federal Agent she had seen more than her fair share of these things in her career. She had tracked me down and seen the impossible without her mind breaking and refusing to see the truth. Since then she has spent more and more time around very powerful supernatural beings including two Mages and whatever Arthur was.
That night, the four of us spent the entire afternoon and most of the night together. We spoke of what happened to my family in a way we hadn’t before. Sindee’s explanation of how if it weren’t for both of their actions, neither of them would have met me as the man I am. The emotions and energy we were enveloped in during all of this was raw Magick and would draw all kinds of spirits and extra-planar beings to our gathering. After we finally laid down to rest, her subconscious mind would have continued to work on understanding everything that had happened and been discussed. Sometime during the night her mind must have come to some understanding of what happened that brought the four of us to this place, this night through a series of unexplainable events. She had an epiphany giving her the potential to become an awakened. As the energy had been there from out gathering there were spirits with the potential to be Avatars there as well. When you combine her potential with the availability of an Avatar you get a Mage.
While her Awakening was a good thing it also brought with it some concerns. Mages for the most part are rare. The fact that both Sindee and Jaq had connections to me and through me to Arthur and the fact that both awakening had occurred with me in the vicinity had me worrying about the implications for the futures I have seen so far. For the most part Mages do awaken near someone who will know what they are and can teach them how to use their new abilities. Having two new Mages awaken within such a small social group and in such short a period of time was something I hadn’t heard of before. While I wanted to believe it was for the better and that Arthur deserved the kind of happiness it would bring him, I was still concerned. Arthur could have extended Jaq’s life with Magick but using it on a mortal would present problems over time. The mind ages no matter what it done to the body of someone mortal. Mages can extend their lives indefinitely because of the changes made to the mind as part of an awakening. While my concerns for the future were more than valid, there was nothing I could do about them that night; and this was a welcome change. While none of us had slept for more than an hour the residual energy from her awakening and our own excitement of this change more than made up for the lack of sleep.
Sindee and I ran back to the house to get our tent and a few camping supplies as well as a couple days clothes together. I packed a few items that I used for teaching Sindee and others that Arthur planned to send my way to take with us. Once we got back to Arthur’s and parked the car had finished loading an SUV that he kept there, transferring the camping gear from our car to it. We all hopped in and headed out of town, just the four of us. Arthur told us he had left a note for Sam leaving her in charge for a few days and not giving her our destination. He said if he woke her up or gave the destination that George at the very least would be heading our way. Jaq, Sindee and I laughed at him for ‘sneaking out’ like that for a few minutes. When the laughter faded he explained that Sam is a little over protective and he can’t wait until she hears about Jaq. I laughed at the idea of a US Marshall being escorted or followed everywhere by someone like George. Jaq laughed until she realized that it was a distinct possibility as she had gotten to know Sam and her loyalty to Arthur while not in any way romantic was total and devout.
We took a drive out into the mountains of Wyoming avoiding the area near the cabin and Jaq’s home town as many questions would be asked that we didn’t have answers to. We picked up food, water and other items at a store before heading up into the mountains themselves. Once we parked the SUV, we spent the rest of that first day hiking as far from civilization as we could get. We finally settled on a campsite late in the evening and set up. After a good rest we woke in the early morning. We traveled out here for privacy so we could work with Jaq exclusively while hiding the fact that she’s a Mage from everyone for the time being. The reasons behind it were varied; primarily for her protection from what we faced. As we hiked and discussed this, Arthur stated that by hiding that she is a Mage will give us another surprise to interrupt the Naphandi’s plans. While I was viewing the possible futures and fighting to change them, he may not be aware of my visions in the here and now. The longer we can keep them and any other secrets from him the better for us and everyone else.
We spent three days doing nothing but work with and train Jaq using magick to give us additional time and energy to just keep going. In those three days we packed in at least a month’s worth of training. Jaq was an exceptional student and adapted to new information quickly. Sindee taught her about Life Magick, focusing on how to heal herself and enhance her physical abilities when needed. Arthur taught her about Prime, the control of Magick itself including how to counter all types of spells and how to shift the backlash when possible. We all spent time learning from one another as we trained Jaq and shared information. I worked with Jaq with a focus on Time and Entropy Magicks as having the ability to alter or control chance and probability and the ability to accelerate your body and slow enemies can be useful in her line of work. The most important thing we stressed in the training was how to blend your spells into reality as seamlessly as possible. The greatest secret of all types of magic, and more so the Magick of Mages is that while most people don’t believe in it, they will accept coincidence as a matter of course.
We headed back to Las Vegas with a stop in Wolf Creek. Jaq wanted to introduce Arthur to her mother as well as Sindee and I. Since it had been a few days and I hadn’t bothered shaving the slight change to my features was enough to mask the fact that I hadn’t aged. We ate a nice home cooked meal for lunch once we stopped. I had liked Jaq’s mother before and her open friendly manner was still the same as before. She took to Arthur quickly when she saw the way the Jaq and he looked at one another. She was gracious when we gave her brief and simple explanation of my disappearance by not asking for details. As a cops mother I figure she knew something wasn’t being said, but accepted that it didn’t need to be. She simply adored Sindee and threatened to adopt her so Jaq would have a sister. After too short a visit we got back on the road headed back to Las Vegas and Arthur’s confrontation with a pissed of Vampire.
We all knew that while Sam was utterly loyal and wouldn’t harm Arthur for all the power in the world, she had a temper that made the devil quake in fear. I told Arthur to ensure that we arrived during the daylight so that we could avoid her wrath until Sindee and I got out of there. He looked at me like I was throwing him under the bus and I said, “Arthur, you of all people know that discretion is the better part of valor. It’s not fear… Okay, it’s not only fear but prudence that has me wanting to avoid her temper.”
Arthur burst out laughing for a few minutes as we got closer to the city before replying, “Andrew, you are an intelligent mage, but you’ve missed something obvious in all the times we’ve worked together and visited.”
I sure a look of confusion crossed my features and I tried to think back and see in my memory what I missed in the first place. While I was searching my memory Sindee gasped and started a quiet laughter. I guessed that she figured out whatever it was I had missed and the laughter was at my expense. When Jaq started laughing as well, I knew it was at me. I finally spoke up, “I know I am missing something that should be readily apparent to me and I’m going to feel dumb in a moment but what am I missing?”
Before Arthur or Jaq said anything Sindee asked, “What time was our wedding ceremony?”
That was obvious to me as I would never forget the image of Sindee walking in from the front doors of the church. The sunlight shining in her hair and sparking of the jewelry making her eyes stand out more than ever as the cool grey color reflected the glint from the gemstones. “Is started at noon and the sun’s light was pale compared to your beauty to the point where Marcus had to poke me in the back and remind me to breath.”
Sindee smiled at me and laughed again. Jaq was also laughing only more and harder now. I knew I was going to be the fool here in a few minutes but I did it to myself by missing the obvious. Sindee got enough control to speak again, “While the compliment is appreciated, it has distracted you and not me from the topic at hand.” I blushed as she poked fun at me. I wasn’t upset, far from it really. I just couldn’t get over the embarrassment of being this oblivious. She asked her next question between giggles, “And where was Sam at during the ceremony?”
Easy question, easy answer. “Obviously right where she belonged with the other bridesmaids standing across from the groomsmen,” I quickly replied. At this point all three of them were laughing so hard that Arthur had to pull over to the shoulder and put the car in park. I still hadn’t gotten what it was I was missing. It was going to be a long time before I would ever live this down.
Sindee was smiling in gleeful and mischievous delight when she asked the next question, “And how did she get to the ceremony so that she could stand with the other bridesmaids?”
“She rode to the ceremony with you and the other bridesmaids around ten in the morning to make sure you all had plenty of time to complete your makeup and other preparations before ……” I trailed off there when my brain finally caught up why everyone was laughing at me. I completely deserved the laughter, more so because I had always been a devil in the details kind of person and it took me this long to notice the blindingly obvious. I hung my head for a few minutes during which Arthur got the car back onto the road.
Arthur looked into the rearview mirror to catch my gaze when I finally life my head back up. “Now that you’re caught up Andrew I’ll explain it better. Yes, Sam is a Vampire. Yes, the sun is dangerous and deadly to most Vampires. Sam is one of very few Vampires that are usually called a Daywalker. She is as different from the other Daywalkers as you are from a hedge wizard however. Sam moved beyond being a normal Vampire around the same time I became more than a Mage. It is not time for you to know anything else about either of our unique statuses as they have nothing to do with the Ascension War or the Nephandi you’re fighting. The good news about that is he knows nothing of what we are, as that is a secret held only by my inner circle of friends. You and Sindee are both becoming part of the inner circle as well. While I count you among it, it is for both our wars that I don’t explain anything else as secrets once spoken can be heard by those who were not meant to have them.”
Quiet reigned in the car for a few minutes before he spoke again, “Besides, if you think I would let you sneak off and avoid any of the blame while I faced the Wrath of Sam alone you got another thing coming.” He laughed, “At least she likes Jaq and Sindee so we should be safe from any harm that would deprive them of us for any amount of time.”
Sindee and I both laughed at that statement before I spoke up, “Arthur, you’re missing the obvious now.”
Arthur looked perplexed then just asked, “What is it you think that I’m missing?”
Sindee spoke up while I laughed, “Sam knows that I’m an accomplished and well trained Doctor along with being, and I believe the words you used were, ‘an exceptionally talented and powerful Life Mage’ Arthur.”
The look that crossed Arthur’s face at that moment was priceless; right up until the thought crossed my mind that my head was back on the chopping block with his. Arthur watched as the emotions flitted across my features before speaking up, “Not so funny when we think about it now. Perhaps we can go to your place for a day or two?” he asked.
Sindee and Jaq both answered at the same time, “NO!” and that was the end of that idea. Arthur and I dragged them out to the mountains so we were going to take out punishment from a Vampire like the men we were, or else.
We pulled into the spot at the top of the parking garage just a night fell over the valley. Sam was at the SUV and opening the doors for everyone before we even saw her coming. The emotions playing over her features were many and varied with a lot of them reflecting anger and concern. She checked Arthur over for any injuries before moving onto Jaq and Sindee finishing up with me. Arthur and I are both relative large and physically well-built men. Within seconds after she finished her inspection of us for injuries Sam grabbed Arthur and I both by the backs of our necks one handed and carried us that way into the common room above the club. I was too frightened for embarrassment or anger at this treatment. Looking over at Arthur, his features seemed to show the same. Here we were two reasonably powerful beings who could easily destroy any vampire we ran into and we were helplessly at the mercy of a woman who was barely 5’3” tall. Once she got us into the common room Sam went into a rant, chewing us out from here to hell about recklessly endangering not only Arthur but all four of us by taking off without telling her with no one to watch out backs in the event something happened. Leaving the city without three of the key players in the battles we were waging. A few of the guards and other staff members were in the hallway outside. JD and Guido were sitting on the other side of the room watching the ass chewing when as things continued that way.
Sindee started to move forward towards Sam when Jaq stepped passed her to get to Sam first. She stepped between Sam and the two of us, grabbed her shoulders and started in on Sam with, “Just you wait one minute Sam. They didn’t just take us against our will and both Sindee and I are quite capable of taking care of ourselves and them as you are.” Jaq removed her hands from Sam’s shoulders, bringing her right index finger up and poked Sam in the chest over her heart, “And another thing, as surprised as I am at meeting him and finding out about everything else in the world that I didn’t know before; I am handling myself quite well.” She poked Sam in the heart area again, “I also happen to be totally in love with Arthur and wouldn’t have met him if I hadn’t known Andrew so I’m not going to let you stand here and yell at them for the four of us taking a weekend trip together.” Jaq continued to poke same over the heart as she read her the riot act. “I like you Sam and can see you as a sister that I never had but I won’t put up…..” As Jaq was yelling, she continued to poke Sam. I’m sure we’ve all heard the saying about not poking the bear. I personally imagine poking a Vampire was an even worse idea.
Sam reached up and grabbed Jaq’s hand just as it poked her again. Her eyes flashed and her expression changed from anger to confusion at being yelled at, to shock over something. She looked across the room to JD and Guido and said, “Out.” It was one work spoken in and even tone. That word made my back tense as though I had a gun to my head. It had no less of an effect on the two of them as they were out of the room faster than I could track their movement. Sam then turned to look at Sindee, “Close and lock the door from the inside her then hit the second switch from the right.” Sindee complied as fast as the two who took off out of the room, then walked over to sit with between Arthur and I. Sam guided Jaq to a seat beside Sindee leaving them between Arthur and me. “Now, tell me when she,” pointing at Jaq, “became a Mage?”
Jaq, Sindee and I tried for blank expressions as though we had no idea what she was talking about. Arthur on the other hand had a ‘the cat is out of the bag’ expression. I’d seen the man play poker and knew he had a better blank look than I did. Jaq replied to the query, “What are you talking about?”
Sam’s features were exceptional at conveying her thoughts just by adopting certain expressions. The one she put on her face then was something between a ‘do you really think I am that stupid’ and a ‘If you lie to me again I’ll rip your head off’ expression. Her words were heavily sarcastic, “Of course you have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m only over five hundred years old and know nothing of the supernatural world.”
Arthur opened his mouth to speak and Sam cut him off, “No Arthur, not listening to you at the moment.” He closed his mouth right back up. She shifted her glance over each of us I turn before continuing. “I just so happen to like you as well Jaq and when you said you were totally in love with Arthur I reflexively used one of my powers to view your Aura and saw the telltale signs of a magic user in it. While there are many types of magic that mortals have the ability to use; they always leave a trace of evidence. You don’t smell like someone using blood magic which would be obvious to a vampire. You have not scent of potion ingredients that would indicate Wicca, voodoo or other hedge wizardry. More to the point, three known Mages took you on a sudden trip to the middle of nowhere for three days. I’d assume you were receiving a crash course in using and more importantly hiding your powers.” All four of us being lectured had out jaws hanging. “Now close your mouths and I’ll explain a little before you answer.” We closed our mouths, “First as to where you were, leave the cell phones behind. While you had not service in the deep mountain forest, the GPS chips still worked. Second, you all lit out of here with just a note when Arthur normally gives me detailed, annoyingly detailed, instructions about what he wants done. Odd behavior for him to say the least. So with the lack of other ways for her to have an aura that looks like the three of yours I guessed that she awakened. I wasn’t positive until all four of you needed to pick your jaws up off the floor there, but still an educated guess.”
I broke the silence that followed first, “Remind me never to play poker with you Sam.” The irrelevant comment made everyone laugh and allowed a relaxed atmosphere to enter the group.
Sam took one more look at Jaq, “As for you Jacqueline Dupree, I lover Arthur as though he were family and am glad that you two found each other and love each other as much as you do. However, the next time you poke me in the chest for any reason I’ll break the finger doing it. Other than that, welcome to our small but growing family.”
I don’t know if we were all more surprised by the threat or the instant forgiveness and end of the rant. Either way we took it in stride and didn’t poke the Vampire any further than we already had. We spent the rest of the evening catching Sam up on what had happened while we were gone. As soon as all that was complete, we called it a night and headed for home. Sindee had work the next evening at the hospital and I had more people to train. As I drove us home I could feel Sindee staring at me and was more thankful than ever that the bond we formed five days ago was as strong now as it was then.
We got back to the house grabbed ourselves hot showers, took care of things such as shaving our respective needs and dressing for bed. We curled together; I pulled her against my chest and took in the scent of her hair. We fell asleep from exhaustion barely seconds after lying down together.
After what felt like an entire to short period of time, I opened my eyes to find myself outside the ruined city……

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The Burklys

Just me dreaming I was a sissy again ^_^
I haven’t had any luck lately getting girls. Ok let’s be honest I’ve never fucked a girl but I have fucked a guy and it was amazing. So I started watching a lot of gay porn. One day I saw a sissy obey hypnosis and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. A guy dressing as a girl and fucking guys! So I decided to try it out. I would wait till everyone’s gone then grab some of my sisters panties, bra, hills and a slutty dress. Then I would use a black wig from a Halloween costume but I straightened and brushed it. Last I would put on some of their lipstick and makeup. The first couple times I would just look in the mirror jerk off and cum. Then I decided I needed to share myself with someone but I couldn’t go out yet. So I would go on pic exchanging apps and talk to horny gay dudes. After a couple times of that I realized I was hooked. I would find myself in class thinking up scenarios of me getting gang-banged by six hung dudes. Eating every last drop of their cum. But the thing is I didn’t want to be a sissy i liked it but I can’t be gay I told myself. So I thought I would just do something to get my mind off of that. I asked my mom whats something new I could try. She told me I could get a job. So I went around the block asking neighbors for jobs. Nothing but “no” all day. Finally I came to the last house the Burklys house. The Burklys consisted of Mr. Burklys and jasmine. The Burklys family and mine had been living next to each other for a while so I figured they’d give me a job, even though I didn’t really know them. I knocked on the door jasmine answered Mr. Burklys beautiful daughter. She was perfect body to face,and we were the same age but for some reason it just didn’t click. Maybe because she was way out of my league, you know how that is. I asked Mr. Burklys for a job and he said that actually their was something I could do. On weekends he went to work and jasmine went to practice so they needed someone to come feed, walk , and play with their dogs for a couple hours so I said yes. That Friday I returned eager to work. He left me the spare keys and told me don’t forget to lock up when I’m done. I did everything I was supposed too and had time to kill. So then did what every guy wants to do, search through a hot nineteen year old girls house. So I immediately went to her room then searched around. Then since I’m weird I got naked and jerked off on her bed for a little. Then walked around her room and rubbed my dick and balls over almost everything. Then I looked through her bathroom and rubbed my dick on her toothbrush. After that I went out to search some more when I found her panty drawer I just immediately buried my face in them. Then I saw a nice pink one and wanted to try it on. I told myself no then said fuck it they’re not going to be back soon. So I tried on the panties then decided I wanted more so I looked through her clothes and found everything I needed make up slutty short skirt wig (don’t know why) and hills. I started prancing around feeling so hot when all the sudden her bedroom door flies open its Mr. Burklys standing there shocked seeing me wearing his daughters clothes. He sat on her bed and put his head down I tried apologizing but then he stood up and asked are you gay? No, I said. Then why are you wearing my daughters clothes as I was going to reply he got up in my astonishment and said I will tell you this you do look pretty hot. You think so I replied I do he said, while he stood in front of me and grabbed my ass. I automatically noticed the huge bulg lengthening in his pants. Are you horny Mr. Burklys I asked a little excited. It depends if you are he replied, he then smiled at me stood back and pulled off his pants. I could see the outline of his monster cock through his underwear. I then knew what to do I got on my knees and started licking his underwear where his head was he let out a soft moan. I slowly started dropping his boxers when his cock swung to the left came out his boxers and slapped me. You like that he said then slapped me purposely. I truly did like it. I then started sucking him in going deeper and deeper into my throat. I tried to take it all but started gagging and I heard him let out a soft moan. He grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my mouth. He picked me up and put me on his daughters bed then I moved the panties so my asshole was out. It took a second but after a couple tries he was fucking my tight asshole! He started pumping his cock harder and harder in my ass then told me to suck it again. I got back on my knees and sucked like the whore I was. After a few minutes i felt he was close. So I gave his head a nice “pop” and out came his white goo streaming down my face. I smiled at him as I cleaned my face with my fingers. That was nice you did a good job he said same time next Saturday. I licked the last of the cum of my fingers as I said yes. I went home replaying that scene in my head all night trying to figure if it was real or not. Then I realized it was and even though I didn’t want to be, from then on I was a cock sucking cum drinking sissy slut <3 and I loved it

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