Trying to focus on my studies while also constantly having my giant cock, as well as every other cock on campus, on my mind was no easy feat. It meant a lot of time in the library trying to block out distractions and get some studying done.

Which basically translated into me thinking about cock and eyeing up every attractive piece in the library most afternoons.

There was one desk clerk in particular, a student earning some extra tuition credit, who I was pretty confident I had caught checking me out on several occasions over the past few weeks. His name was Cody, according to his nametag, and he wore t-shirts with ironic and darkly humorous slogans on them and had cute cheek dimples that showed through shortly trimmed facial hair when he smiled.

I knew he was interested- could practically sense those kinds of things now that I was that far along in my medication. But he was playing hard to get.

At least once a visit to the library I would approach the desk and ask him a question that I knew would take us off into far corners of the labyrinthine, often dimly lit, multi-level campus library for him to show me where some random volume I had pre chosen was located. When I approached him at the desk, you could trace his line of sight directly to the crotch of the most form fitting gray sweatpants I could get away with, and the monster that swung freely there beneath the cotton fabric. Anytime he got behind me, I could feel his eyes on my ass.

Sometimes it was my eyes staring at the little bubble-butt he kept in his pants as he guided me to a far off section I had secretly already discovered myself.

When we made it to our destination, he would often linger, and we’d trade light, vaguely flirtatious banter. The pills had rendered me so cock-sure by this point, that I knew I could whip it out whenever I wanted and Cody would be begging to touch it. But the little reasonable part of myself that remained would prefer one definitive move from Cody first to be sure he was down to clown.

Just a few days ago, after taking me to some backs corner nook to show me where I could find something on the dietary habits of ancient Greek athletes, we had gotten so close together in the stacks that our bodies were practically touching. All banter had ceased, and we were just exchanging a look that was about all the confirmation I needed, when some sorority sister nitwit turned down our aisle of narrow shelving looking lost in every sense of the word.

“Wait where are the bathrooms again?” She wondered aloud, as Cody jumped back a few feet away from me and cleared his throat nervously.

“Complete other side of the building, next to the elevators,” he answered, quickly moving away to show the ditsy redhead where to go.

A few days later, I had finished my only class for the day just before lunch, and then headed to the library to see if Cody was working. I had already scoped out an area down on the basement level where old newspapers were kept on little tiny strips of film that required ancient looking magnifying machines to view.

My entire time down there the day before I hadn’t run into anyone else in the cramped, shadowy aisles. I approached the desk and, not even caring to sound convincing, told Cody the machine I was using wasn’t working. He practically jumped out of his chair behind the counter to come offer me assistance.

Moments later, Cody was bent over a cubicle desk in a musty corner of the basement fiddling with a perfectly-fine-working microfiche machine while my eyes traced the outline of his ass checks in his skinny jeans. I was trying to picture him in the same position without the jeans in the way, displaying his juicy ass and puckered hole to me.

“Everything seems to be working fine now… Guess it just needed my magic touch,” he joked, still with his back turned looking down into the machine’s viewfinder.

“I know something else that could use your magic touch,” I mumbled beneath my breath.

“What was that?” Cody straightened up and turned to face me.

“Nothing,” I smiled.

Cody smiled back, flashing white teeth and cute dimples. His task was complete, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

My patience was wearing out. I’d been all fired up ever since falling asleep thinking about all my recent sexual escapades the night before, and I was going to pop a boner and bust an involuntary nut in my pants if this guy didn’t get the hint soon. It was time for a slightly more direct approach.

I glanced around as if taking in the quiet, isolated surroundings.

“It is deserted down here, isn’t it?” I pondered out loud.

“Yeah, not many people come down here these days, cause, you know, Google.”

I chuckled.

“Yeah, you could get away with anything down here, I bet,” I continued. Inside my head I told myself to reel it back in, I was starting to sound murder-y when I meant to sound sexy and flirtatious.

Cody seemed to half-smirk a knowing grin, but then checked himself.

“Wait… you haven’t… done anything bad down here yourself, have you?” I asked, mock-shocked.

Cody bursa merkez escort began to blush, and it only made me want to rip his clothes off and take him right there even more.

“Wha- no. Not me. but…” He trailed off.

“But what? Well now you gotta tell me dude!”

He adorably looked around, as if checking and, yup, we were still surrounded by crammed metal shelves and 30 year old machinery and, more importantly, no other people whatsoever.

“Alright. So one night, I was doing my walk around the building that I’m supposed to do a half hour before closing. You know, to like let anyone still in here know they have a half hour,” he was rambling.

“Uh huh,” I encouraged.

“So,” he continued, “I have to come down here even though there is hardly ever anyone down here. I usually fly down the main row once and glance down every aisle real quick and get back upstairs cause it’s actually pretty creepy. But anyway, this time I could hear like muffled voices or something coming from down one of the far aisles. As I got closer, it definitely sounded like porn.”

Okay, now this was getting somewhere.

“So I peak down one of the last aisles, and… Okay, so there was a dude down towards the other end of the aisle staring down at his phone and jacking off.”

Cody seemed embarrassed just saying it. I let my eyes go large in feigned astonishment.

“No,” I gasped, “Well, was he good-looking?”

“Sure I mean- well I don’t really know what-” he seemed flustered by my question.

“So did you tell him to cut it out? Did you let him finish? Did you give him a hand?”

Cody turned a brighter hue of red in the dim light.

“What? No I didn’t give him a hand. He didn’t notice me, so I just hung back and… sort of watched,” He said, wincing.

I continued the act, dropping my jaw seemingly surprised.

“Oh so he WAS cute, then?”

“What, how do you-“

“Well he was cute enough that you wanted to watch him finish, right? Well? Did he finish?”

Cody’s embarrassment was fading the more interested I got in his story.

“Yeah he started really going at it hard, like his pants were dropped down around his ankles. Then he blew a load in like some tissues he had in his hoodie pocket and stuffed them back in there when he was done.”

“And he didn’t notice you?” I had started out acting riveted by his story, and had progressed to actually being riveted. My cock was riveted too. I could feel a jumbo sized tent pitching in my sweats.

“Nope. The way he groaned when he came, I could tell he thought he was still alone down here. When he was bending over to pull his pants back up I snuck away. I watched him hurry out the front entrance from back up at the counter five minutes later.”

Cody seemed unburdened by his confession.

“I have.. SO many questions,” I exclaimed. “Did he have a nice cock? How did you stop yourself from interrupting him and asking if he needed a hand? Did you at least rub one out in his honor after you closed the library down? Come on, you gotta be blowing loads all over this place once you got the building locked up at night!”

Cody stared at me, incredulous.

“Who are you?… I mean I guess his cock was nice. I don’t know, I’ve never…. you know, I don’t have a lot to compare it to. Other than-” he looked down towards his own crotch, my eyes followed and noted the same bulge he seemed to notice for the first time, himself. “-you know… And no I don’t masturbate in here when everyone’s gone, and I didn’t that night… I waited until I got back to my dorm.”

His cheeks flushed again.

“Well, I’m Gavin. And if I were you, I would have gone right up to the dude and asked if he wanted help with that. And if I were that dude, and you came up to me while I was jerking it and offered to help, I guarantee I would take you up on the offer.”

I noticed Cody’s gaze periodically falling to the undeniable erection threatening to bust through my pants. He swallowed hard.

“Yeah?… But I’m not even sure I- well you know…”

“Yeah I do know, and the way you keep checking out my rig, I’m sure you do too.”

The kid was going for the world championship record of blushing. He also wasn’t fleeing away from me either.

“I could never just…” He started again, and trailed off.

“Sure you can,” I reassured. “Listen… How about I go down the next aisle over and start taking care of my business. You can watch, and if you’re feeling into it, you can offer me a helping hand. Spoiler alert; I’ll totally accept.”

He started looking around again nervously, like fellow students were going to start popping out of various dusty nooks and crannies.

“Dude, no one is down here and no one is going to come down here,” I assured.

He sighed and his lips turned up just enough to activate the dimples.

“Well if you have business you need to take care of, I definitely won’t stop you.”

“Right on, bro,” I beamed and clapped him casually on the shoulder.

Alone in the next aisle over bursa yabancı escort I wasted no time uncaring the beast and giving him some room to breathe.

At this point, firmly over the 11-inch mark with thickness to match, stroking myself off was pretty much a two-handed job. Fully engorged, my right fist couldn’t even comfortably grasp completely around my pole. Thumb tip no longer made contact with pointer finger. My left hand had all it could handle grasping my mammoth ball sack, holding it in place and keeping it from smacking off of this, that and everything while I went to work stroking a fat drop of premium out of my bulbous tip.

Trying not to spook him off, trying to keep the scenario as accurate as possible, I only allowed myself to confirm my spy was there watching at the end of the aisle from the corner of my eye. I remained focused on servicing myself. Even still, I made sure to afford Cody the best possible view. I had my sweat pants pushed down to my mid-thighs to ensure my enhanced member and my toned buttocks were both on display if I angled myself sideways for Cody’s view.

As focused as I was on my self-pleasure, one of my sideways glances towards my watcher revealed that one of his hands had absentmindedly made its way down to the crotch of his jeans, where he massaged it over a defined bulge.

He still wasn’t moving in any closer yet. If I was being honest, I could easily double the efforts in my lap and blow a load if I wanted. But I wanted Cody in on the action. I had one more play up my sleeve.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.

“Oh fuuuuuck yeah, Cody,” I moaned out, my voice carrying far out into the cavernous library basement.

Immediately I sensed Cody moving towards me in my periphery.

“Dude, shhh,” he was suddenly whispering cutely.

As he approached, I turned to face him. I couldn’t hide my amused smirk. I still lazily stroked myself as Cody stopped a few paces from me and stared unblinking towards my crotch.

“Hahaha, relax, no one’s going to hear us down here,” I assured.

Cody remained frozen, failing to acknowledge my assurance. Seeing where his stare was locked, I took the opportunity to slowly stroke out another shiny drop of premium. I watched Cody’s adam’s’s apple bob as he swallowed exaggeratedly.

“Holy shit, that’s… You’re- you’re fucking huge,” he stuttered.

“Thought you didn’t have much to compare it to?” I joked.

“I’m a bi-curious virgin. Doesn’t mean I’m not familiar with Porn hub,” he countered.

“Touche.” He hadn’t stopped staring at my cock throughout our back and forth. I gripped my massive pole from the base and playfully swung it back and forth. “You can touch it, if you want, all you gotta do is ask.” I encouraged.

He opened his mouth and a nervous squeak came out. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“C-can I…?”

He tentatively reached a hand out towards my crotch. I couldn’t help myself and turned my hips away from his grasp.

“Dude, what the fuck? I’m not gay,” I exclaimed, fighting to keep the devilish smirk off my face.

Cody blanched and stammered and seemed like he couldn’t decide where to go or how to react. It was one of the cutest things I’d ever seen. Still feeling bad for torturing him like that, I couldn’t keep up the act and turned my hips back towards him, displaying my bobbing mammoth. “Dude, I’m fucking with you. Go for it.”

Cody finally remembered to swallow again. I almost expected him to still pussy out. Instead, I watched as he ever so slowly reached his hand out. You would think he was attempting to grab hold of a viper poised to strike he moved so cautiously. Gripping myself by my thick base, I gave the monster another shake.

“It won’t bite, promises” I smirked.

Cody actually gasped and jerked his hand back at the sudden movement, he was so engrossed in staring at my cock. He glanced up for a second to see me smirking, blushed further and then looked back down at the prize. He let out a sigh and then moved in faster.

His middle and pointer finger made contact with my swollen purple glans. I heard his breath catch for a moment, and then he was rubbing his fingers over my tip, spreading around my sticky premium and sending a tickling jolt of pleasure down my shaft.

“That’s right, dude. Give a bro a hand.”

My coaxing words emboldened the shy cock-virgin. Before long I was leaning back against the stacks and Cody had both hands down in my exposed lap rubbing and roaming and exploring every rigid inch of my hefty pole, plump head and heavy balls. I tilted my head back against the shelf behind me and let out a satisfied sigh. “Stroke it for me, dude,” I coaxed.

He complied, wrapping his fist around me just below my swollen mushroom head and gliding it down towards the base tantalizingly slow. When his fist met my pendulum balls he began the journey back up to the tip. He worked his arm through a few more even strokes.

“This might be a two handed job,” he mused, coming out of his shell bursa sınırsız escort a little.

I nodded, and he added his other hand in on the stroking. By this point, I was oozing enough pre-cum that the heaviness of the fat drop was causing it to droop off my tip and towards the floor. I noticed this as I looked down to admire Cody’s handiwork.

“Get that pre-cum and work it into my cock,” I instructed.

He was good at taking direction, stroking one of his hands up and wiping a palm across my tip before rubbing the slick sticky substance back down along my shaft as a natural lube.

“Go faster, bro,” I encouraged.

He complied, stroking both fists up and down in unison, picking up the pace as the slickness allowed. I leaned my head back and let out a low groan that probably carried out throughout the basement stacks. I felt him tighten his grip on an upward pump and was impressed to realize he was smartly squeezing out another fat drop of clear pre-cum from my tip like a giant tube of toothpaste. He used it to lube me up further, and his hands were really gliding. My hyper-sensitive organ was already tingling with the pleasure of the attention.

“Dude keep it up, you’re gonna make me bust my nut,” I breathed, untilting my head to catch his eyes as he looked up from his work and appeared slightly alarmed. He kept pumping his fists but dialed back. I reached my own hands out and gripped his forearms, forcing him to pick his pace back up. “Nah don’t stop, dude. I need my cock milked.”

I got him back up to speed and released his arms, pleased to see him keep up the pace. Autopilot was kicking in for me as I began humping my hips forward to match his pumping fists.

“That’s it, keep stroking it like that.” It sounded like a stern command, but honestly was also a desperate plea at that point. I could feel the lightning tickle sizzling up from the base of my shaft towards the tip. I was panting now and bucking my hips wildly to his strokes. I watched Cody’s hands pumping in a blur in my lap and then looked up to watch him staring down mesmerized at his own fists pumping the length of my pole.

“Fuck dude, I can’t hold it, I’m gonna blow my fucking load dude! Uhhhh fuck!”

At the last possible moment before blast-off I jerked my hips- turning myself away from straight on with Cody. He kept stroking with all he had as I started grunting and felt my massive cock and balls pulsing and jerking with contractions in his pumping grasp. I looked down in a glazed satisfaction and watched rope after rope of thick white semen explode from my swollen tip. My spray just narrowly missed Cody due to my quick body turn. Instead, it splashed on the shelf beside us, coating old book spines and splattering onto the floor beneath.

“Fuuuuuuuck…” I moaned throughout the ejaculation. As the excruciatingly pleasurable cock-contractions slowly stopped pumping, Cody finally released his two handed grip, looking on at the aftermath in amazed horror.

“Holy shit dude! that is going to suck trying to clean up,” he wondered aloud.

Hefty as the load I had just shot was, I could already feel that I wasn’t satisfied yet. Everything in me wanted to grab the cute oblivious nerd, tear off his bottoms, throw him down and mercilessly fuck the innocent shit out of him. The more rational part of my brain, absent as it often was lately, stopped me. I knew that I may very well tear this ass-virgin in half if I wasn’t careful. this would require a little more finesse.

Cody had yet to even recover from the sight of my massive ejaculation, still staring back and forth from my twitching, still rigidly erect cock to the the globs of my seed dripping off the bookshelf.

Before he had fully come to his senses, I was reaching and unclasping the button of his skinny jeans. I had his zipper coming down before he knew what was happening.

“Wha- whoa wait I-” He stammered.

“Relax man. It’s only fair for a bro to return the favor,” I explained.

“Uhh- yeah- sure okay, but we gotta hurry, someone’s bound to come down here eventually.”

“Relax,” I soothed while I reached into his open fly and pulled the waistband of his underwear down to bring the stiff shaft of his cock bobbing out of his pants.

He obviously paled in comparison to my pill-enhanced member. But what he presented was a decently long chubby banana curved cock with a plump purple head and a shortly trimmed patch of pubes at the base. I gave his pants a little tug just to pull them down with his underwear far enough to release the swinging balls still trapped inside. We both stared down at his hard bobbing cock between us, and I could sense self-consciousness radiating off of him.

“Nice, man,” I complimented. I could sense him relax a bit as he let out a breath. “We can take care of this, no problem,” I assured.

Hawking a quick loogey in my palm, I immediately went to work stroking my slick saliva into his shaft and tip. As I worked my slippery fist up over his head and twisted on my way back down, Cody let out a quiet shuddering moan. As I really started going in on the stroking, I got down on my knees in front of Cody, now staring eye level at my own handiwork. My other hand calmly reached out and gave his pants and underwear another slight tug, bringing them a bit further down Cody’s thighs and popping his tight round ass out into full view behind him. He was too busy enjoying the attention of my hand job to take notice.

“Hey man, I saw your profile. So you’re in the military? I was in the Air Force for six years. Guessing you’re Navy,” Tom asked.

He guessed right.

“Yeah, on shore duty at The Pentagon,” I told him.

I hadn’t been in D.C. for six months, and yet was having better luck in just talking to guys, vice from when I was stationed in Japan for the previous five years, as the Asian dudes didn’t look the way of this six foot four, 230 lb. brother.

Tom was definitely a catch in his slender, six foot two runners’ frame, a white guy, and some sort of “professional” based on suits he wore in his profile photos. He immediately caught my eye this particular morning as I was scanning to see if any playmates would be available on my day off.

“I love cock. I can’t get enough of cock, especially those of color,” said the 55-year-old.

“Well, I’ve got a lot of it, and I’m sure you would enjoy at least a piece,” I messaged in response, gloating over my nine inch piece.

Tom was an enigma to me in my preference at the time, as my taste changed to wanting, older, chubby guys (in Japan, all the guys were slender, slanted eyes, typical Asian look). He had this aura I saw through his profile that made me inquire about him. He seemed eloquent, yet still masculine, with his stubbled chin, and salt and peppered hair. I reviewed part of his profile to see he was a man’s man, as he loved sports and working out, and drank beer on occasion. I was definitely trying to meet sooner than later, with me needing that masculine mouth sucking down on this hard dick.

“You like cock you say? I read your profile, and well, how do you feel about mine,” I asked.

“I adore that big, black snake of yours, and would love nothing more than to get my mouth on it,” he said. “But did you read the remaining part of my profile?”

I went back and scanned the paragraphs, as it mentioned “he liked getting to know someone before putting his mouth on them, or allowing any guy into his ass.”

“Just because I like cock, doesn’t mean I do it often, you know? I have two daughters, an estranged wife that’s trying to drain me dry, and a business,” he said. “You drink coffee?”

“I do,” I said, as I was lying.

I hated coffee, but if the venue had donuts or tea, I would usually order such, vice putting that God-awful liquid in my body.

“Where are you right now,” he asked.

“I’m in my car. Just left the gym, and headed home for a bit before starting the day,” I told him.

“”Where’s home,” he asked.

“Arlington,” I told him.

“Well good. That’s where my practice is,” he said.

We agreed to meet at a place escort bayan called “Kaldi’s,” a trendy, little coffee spot that was more for socializing than anything. I made it there first, being seated and waiting as he would approach me shortly after. He wasn’t wearing a suit, instead donning a Ralph Lauren buttoned up, short sleeve top, cargo shorts, and loafers, looking the part of a guy who was more on vacation than in an office. He carried a little bit of scruff, and hair slightly unkempt, giving me the impression that he was in a mode of relaxation. I stood up and we shook hands, then we hugged, as I noticed he wore a fragrance that piqued my interest even more. There was a brief moment where we stood and smiled, looking at each other in awkwardness, before we sat.

“Well, nice to meet you Dalvin,” he said to me. “You’re even more handsome in person.”

I was wearing a U.S. Navy t-shirt, basketball shorts, with blue and gold Air Jordan 1 sneakers on my feet, barely wearing a hint of cologne when he made that observation. I could tell he was a bit nervous, as he would occasionally look around, I guess scanning to see who was watching.

“You got cameras following you,” I joked.

He laughed as he sensed I felt his angst in not knowing if someone spotted him. I told more jokes while I sipped my tea, and he did his coffee, even ordering us a couple of pastries to try and lighten the mood.

“You see that big headed, blonde bitch over there? Her funeral must be this afternoon with all that damned makeup she’s got on,” I said of a woman nearby.

That made him laugh harder, as I was trying my best to break the ice.

“I’m sorry, but like I said Dalvin, I don’t do this often,” he claimed.

“Do what,” I asked.

We talked lowly, with me sizing him up as he explained why he chose this approach, claiming he hadn’t been with many men and always had to protect his image. Tom was unequivocally hot, as his smell, his voice, and those lips of his surely needed a black dick to suck in my opinion. I let him ramble on, mentioning his family and other things that seemed to be assets of accountability that needed protecting from what we could possibly do.

“Tom, that’s all fine and dandy, but why are we really here,” I asked, cutting him off in mid paragraph. “Why are we here?”

“Because I’m looking for a friend,” he responded, as he looked befuddled in me cutting him off.

My eyes remained locked on his, and I took another sip of my tea to emphasize my point. He’d smile, then took a deep breath before changing the subject, asking more about me. görükle escort I told him of my 11 years in the Navy, my origin of being part Haitian, and part Dominican, raised in Fort Lauderdale, and that I was the father of an eight year old son that lived in Georgia. I mentioned to him that I earned a bachelors in journalism, and that once my career in the military was over, I wanted to be a freelance writer. His nervousness seemed to wither away with every word I spoke, as he had his hand on his chin, drinking in every detail I gave, and would even move in closer, before cutting me off like I did him.

“No offense, but I wanna suck your cock right now,” he said to me. “I mean, I don’t care, I love what you’re telling me, and you seem to be a great guy but you’ve got me so turned on, buddy. Where can we do this?”

I chuckled.

“I’m so serious. I really wanted to go to your place, or maybe even have you come to my office, but I didn’t know if you were real, or some serial killer,” he said to me.

“Definitely not that,” I told him, as I mistakenly rubbed my crotch.

“So you’re just gonna rub it in front of me? C’mon, let’s go now, we’ll go in my truck,” he said. “We’re going to my office, I don’t have any clients today.”

I tossed the pastry and the rest of the tea, as we scurried to his Ford F-150, which was parked right beside my Honda. He drove five minutes down a road with his hand on my dick, stroking it on the outside of my shorts when he made sudden a turn towards what seemed like a new development.

“So your office is out here, in the middle of a new neighborhood,” I said, as he pulled into a tract of land that had new houses being built, with no one in sight working on them at that moment.

“Fuck this, pull those shorts down,” he said to me right as he cut the engine to the truck.

“Right here, right now,” I asked.

He didn’t say a word, just ducking his head down between my legs after I pulled the shorts to my ankles. He began by kissing on my inner thighs, then licking my balls before licking the slit of my dick.

“Man, you’re a bit salty, and that’s okay,” he said, right before slipping me into his mouth.

I took a deep breath as he put his lips gently on the shaft, not gripping too hard in the beginning, going nice and slow on the suction. He let out light groans while putting his right hand inside my shirt to rub my left nipple, with me playing watchdog to ensure we didn’t receive any surprises.

“I love this fucking cock,” he whispered.

Tom’s aggressive nature in wanting to blow me would be masked bursa escort bayan to anyone else who didn’t know of this from him. When we met earlier, and he seemed jittery, I almost swore we weren’t a match and would go our separate ways.

“Fuck that feels so good,” I told him.

My cock tip touching the back of his throat as he increased pressure from his jaw confirmed otherwise, and he sped up the pace in going up and down, even moaning more.

“You got it, Tom,” I said to him. “Got damn man, you can really suck some dick.”

I stroked my hand through his disheveled hair, thinking I might’ve somehow had a slight, sickening fixation with white guys sucking my big, black dick. I liked that this man had enough reservations of himself not to draw attention to his penchant for sucking cock, as even in his profile photos he showed 100 percent “alpha.”

“One day you’re gonna fuck me with this thing,” he said between slurps.

I loved conquering masculine like dudes like Tom, as this moment was everything to me in pleasure. Tom definitely proved he was no stranger to sucking dick through his strong lips, saturating my cock and balls with his saliva leaking out of his mouth, down to the seat. I tried focusing on something other than the moment to keep from spilling too soon, so I thought about sports, and even women, only for my mind to circle back to Tom, as his head was weaving up and down my cock.

“Oh man, you got me close,” I warned.

He moaned and giggled even with dick down his throat, pinching my left nipple as he wasn’t showing signs of stopping.

“Got damn you, Tom,” I yelled out. “Oh shit. Ohhhhhhh shiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttttt!”

I screamed loud enough for anyone who might’ve somehow been working in the new subdivision to hear. I didn’t care, as if anything, I hoped whomever might’ve heard, got a good show and blew their own load. Tom swallowed every bit, having moans of approval after he sucked me dry, even greedily licking the tip for any residue.

“I think you needed that just as much as me,” he said to me afterwards, kissing and licking my balls. “Thank you for this.”

He sat up and looked around, then brushed his hair in the rear view mirror, before he started the engine to his truck, and put it in drive. I fixed my clothes while he rolled, and we didn’t say a word to each other as we ventured back to the coffee shop so he could drop me. I bid him adieu when he pulled up to my car, then he’d text me later.

“I wanna see you again,” he stated.

“I want you to see me again. You can even come to my place, or I get us a room, if need be,” I said.

“No, your payment in cum is enough. Push comes to shove, I’ll even have you as a ‘client’ and I see you here. And who knows, maybe you’ll fuck me with that gorgeous thing. Take care, and please be in touch,” he responded.

The rest of my day was nothing but sunshine, as I looked forward to another time with this “professional.”

I could not stop thinking about my sexy little adventure with Mario. I knew Mario wanted to keep it a secret. Neither of us wanted anyone to find out about what happened between us. We knew how much we both wanted to be with each other. I missed kissing him on his soft pink lips, touching his beautiful athletic body, and having him deep inside me. I wanted to be his daddy again.

I touched myself every night thinking about pressing our naked bodies together. Every year the school organized a camping trip for the graduating class. My daughter was surprised I agreed to go with them. She knew how much I hated being involved in school outings. Of course, she had no idea why I really wanted to go.

The school policy was to separate the boys and girls into different campsites. I waited impatiently over the next two weeks. I was counting the seconds until the trip. I had to find a way to get Mario alone. The day of the camping trip we loaded up the van with all our camping gear, and went to pick up Mario from his house.

It was a nice summer day, but a bit on the hotter side. Mario came out of his house wearing tight shorts and a tight white T shirt. I could see the outline of his massive cock bulging through his tight shorts. I had to contain myself. I helped him load up his stuff into the trunk of the van. I was doing my best not to stare.

He caught me staring at his tight tone ass and smiled back at me. I pretended to bump into him and gently squeezed his ass through his shorts. I was trying my best to hide my hard-on through my jogging pants. He quickly got in the van and we headed out. We both pretended nothing had happened. I had to concentrate on the road. I was trying my best to ignore my raging hard-on.

The hot summer sun was beginning to set just as we arrived at the campsite. We quickly unloaded our camping gear. I helped whoever needed help setting up their tents.

It was getting really dark by the time I setup my tent. I asked Mario for a bit of help setting up. Just as I finished, the sun set and it became dark out. I felt Mario’s soft hand glide against my cock.

“Mario! Someone will see us!” I tried my best to warn him

He walked away, flipping me the middle finger as he went to the bonfire. He bent over and pretended to tie his shoelace. He pulled his shorts all the way down, exposing his naked ass to me. I couldn’t stop staring at his ass hot little ass, and he knew it. He quickly pulled his shorts up and continued walking, pretending nothing had happened. He knew damn well he was wearing those shorts to get my attention. I slowly walked to the bonfire, doing my best to hide my hard-on.

It was a good time all around. We all sang and danced by the fire with the students. The chaperones knew that the students had been sneaking alcohol, but we pretended not to notice. Truth is the adults also had a few shots of tequila when nobody was looking. As long as the students didn’t get to rowdy we didn’t care about a bit of alcohol. It was around one A.M. when we put out the fire, and ordered everyone back to their tents.

The hot summer day quickly turned into a very cold night. I was doing the best I could to keep warm. The light sleeping bag I was using was definitely not doing the job. I was doing my best to fall asleep. bursa sınırsız escort I quietly stroked myself up and down, hoping nobody would hear me. I was trying hard to keep warm.

“You awake?”

I knew who it was, it was so obvious. I pulled my jogging pants up, and quickly unzipped the tent to let him in. Mario was definitely under-dressed for this cold night. I knew how much shit I would be in if we were caught. Sure he was eighteen, but it was a school trip.

His lips where shivering, his whole body was shaking.

“Come into my sleeping bag” I whispered softly, making sure no one could hear us. I guess I was being selfish, I was also freezing.

He climbed into the sleeping bag and joined me. Both our bodies pressing together seemed to help warm us up. I knew he could feel my hard cock pressed against the back of his tight shorts. I reached into his shorts, and slowly stroked his giant cock up and down. I was very happy he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I softly kissed the back of his cold shivering neck. He pushed his shorts all the way down into the sleeping bag. I reached down and gently stroked him throbbing cock, making him moan. I pushed my jogging pants down. He could feel my hard cock rubbing between his ass cheeks while I gently jerked him off.

We turned and faced each other. Our lips pressed softly against each others, and our warm tongues met. He was such a good kisser. I slid my hands under his T-shirt and played his hard pink nipples. He pulled his shirt up over his head, and I gently bit his nipples. He quickly pulled my shirt up over my head. He wanted to feel my warm naked body against his.

We kissed passionately as our naked bodies pressed against each other. It was a really quiet night, and you could hear every little noise in the campsite. I can’t believe I was doing this a few feet away from the other tents. We were both terrified of being caught.

I slid out of the sleeping bag and started licking Mario’s huge throbbing cock. I started licking from the base to the tip. I teased the tip of his little helmet with my tongue, licking him circles. I gently stroked him up and down, teasing his helmet in and out of my hungry mouth. He played with his massive clean shaven balls while I bounced my head up and down on him. He pushed my head down, making me gag hard on him. I was trying my best not to make too much noise. The last thing I needed was for people to hear gagging noises coming from my tent. I was trying my hardest to fit him all the way in my mouth.

I could hear other campers giggling and making noise not too far away. I reached up and pushed my fingers deep into Mario’s mouth so he wouldn’t moan too loud while I sucked him off. I played with his perky little pink nipples. I was hoping he wouldn’t start moaning.

His massive cock was dripping wet with my warm saliva. He reached down and stroked his cock up and down. He teased it in and out of my wet hungry mouth. His warm cock tasted so fucking amazing. I was happy I came prepared. I grabbed a small container of lube from my nearby backpack. I put a little bit on my finger and slid it gently inside his tight asshole. The whole time his cock was still deep in my mouth.

He bursa merkez escort lay there naked jerking his massive throbbing cock. I knew he was ready for daddy. He needed to treat his daddy with respect. I squirted a bit of the cold lube on the tip of his warm wet cock. We gently stroked his massive cock up and down together. I had to shove a few fingers in his mouth to shut him up. He was moaning too much, people would for sure hear us.

I took my fingers out of his mouth for a second and kissed him softly on his still shaking lips. He was so nervous. It was the hottest kiss I ever had with anyone. I knew this was going to hurt me, but I needed him inside me again. I quickly sucked him off one more time.

I grabbed the lube and put a bit more just on his ‘helmet’. I slowly rode his massive lubed cock. He felt so good inside me. I rode him very slowly this time. We laughed nervously because we could hear loud snoring from the tent near us. At least it would hide my moaning. Fuck he felt good in me.

I put a bit of lube on my cock, and gently stroked myself while I rode him. I stopped for a second and added more lube to his cock. I leaned forward on him and rode him a little bit faster. I was determined to fit his whole cock in my tight asshole. I leaned forward and kissed his soft lips while he grabbed my ass and softly fucked me. I leaned back and pushed my body all the way down on his cock. I couldn’t believe I was able fit his whole thing in me. I very slowly rode up and down. I squeezed my nipples hard trying to distract myself. The massive cock inside me was starting to hurt. Maybe I couldn’t handle it? I decided to try something else.

. I got on my hands and knees, and stuck my hairy ass in the air. Mario went behind me and licked my hairy asshole. He seemed to enjoy tasting the mix of lube and cock that was just inside me. I was trying my best not moan. I pushed my ass back and forth into his warm wet tongue. He stopped licking my asshole and added more lube all over his cock. He slowly pushed his lube soaked cock halfway inside me. He hit a spot I didn’t know existed. I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood. I wish I could have moaned and shown him how good it felt. He pulled out again, and then pushed back in.

He stopped for a second and pushed deep inside me. I couldn’t believe he got the whole thing inside my tight ass. He grabbed my hips super hard, and fucked me with all his strength. I felt something warm shoot deep inside me. He slowly pulled himself out and went back in again, shooting a warm second load deep inside my hole. This was by far the best sex I ever had. He had definitely hit a magic spot. I was in so much pain but it was worth it. He hungrily licked the warm come out of my stretched asshole. I really had to bite my lip hard.

Mario went on his on his belly. He knew how much I loved looking at his sexy ass. He spread his ass cheeks apart, and started teasing his tight asshole with my tongue. His ass tasted incredible. I would eat his ass all day and all night. I slowly pushed my fingers in and out of him. I wanted him so bad.

“Be my daddy, please be my daddy” He begged me, as I squeezed his ass super hard. My tongue was eagerly flicking bursa escort bayan his hole. I loved when he called me daddy.

I took the container of lube and poured in on my hard cock, quickly stroking it up and down. I poured the lube right into his little asshole, teasing my lubed up thumb in and out of him. His tight naked ass was begging to be fucked. I went on top of him, pushing my hairy naked body into his soft muscle butt. I was surprised how easily my thick cock slid inside his hungry hole. I had to push my fingers back in his mouth so he wouldn’t moan.

He really loved the feeling of my thick cock slowly going deep inside him. I started to go a bit faster, shoving him into the sleeping bag.

“You like getting fucked by daddy?”

“I want to be on top of my daddy”. He begged

I wasn’t going to refuse having his smooth young body on top of me. I got off him and went on my back. I ate his ass while he sucked me off. I jerked my hard cock in and out of his warm mouth. He knew how much I love eating his ass. I loved having his hot little ass right on my mouth.

Mario’s curly blonde hair bobbed up and down on my thick cock, I could feel his saliva drip on my hairy balls. I didn’t want to stop licking his ass. He leaned all the way back on my face, and rode my tongue up and down. He started stroking himself while I ate him out. I couldn’t believe this hot stud was hard again.

He got off my face and pushed his massive cock in and out of my throat while he sucked me off. We both gagged softly on each other. At least nobody would hear us. I pushed a finger deep inside him, feeling him only get harder in my mouth.

He gently licked the small string of pre-cum on the tip of my cock. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and sat on my dripping wet thick cock. I couldn’t believe I had lasted this long. He was unbelievably tight. He rode me very slow. I grabbed his ass tight, and slowly teased my cock inside him. He stopped for a second and added a bit more lube to the tip of my throbbing cock. He gently stroked me up and down. I knew I was almost there. I couldn’t hold out much longer.

He pushed his smooth body against my sweaty hairy chest. I grabbed his ass as tight as I could, and spread cheeks apart. His head fell on my shoulder and he kissed me softly on the side of my neck.

“Come in me daddy!”

I lifted my knees up a bit and grabbed him tighter. I fucked him much harder and went deep inside him. He stopped for a second and leaned all the way back, pushing his body all the way down on my thick throbbing cock. He quickly jerked himself off, with my cock all the way inside him. I couldn’t believe it! He shot two massive loads all over my hairy chest and face. I would have sucked it all off him but I was way to close.

I pulled his body tightly against mine. I could feel his warm soft cock pressed against my sweaty belly. I grabbed his ass as tight as I could, slowly pushing my cock inside his tight lubed up hole. I kissed him passionately knowing I was going to explode inside him. I had to hide my loud moaning as I exploded twice inside his tight hole. I slowly pulled my numb throbbing cock out of him. He quickly turned around and sucked me off making sure to get it all with his hot little mouth.

I lay on my back with a huge smile on my face. This was the best sex I ever had in my life. Mario went on top of me, pushing his warm naked body against mine. I squeezed his sweaty ass while we continued making out. We didn’t sleep the rest of the night. We spent most of the night making out. I finally fell asleep with Mario in my arms. I was his daddy and he needed to be safe with me.

I heard Sergey’s widow, Sonia, flare up at Ivan, Sergey’s brother, although I wasn’t that close to where they stood next to the gravesite. Of course everyone’s heads had snapped up when they heard Sonia lash out in that snarly, nasal, thickly accented voice of hers. She was leaning heavily on the arm and shoulder of a younger, thuggish Russian guy I’d seen hanging around on Sergey’s goon squad. Sonia was a buxom Slavic blonde a good bit beyond her “use by” date, although it was quite evident she’d been very tasty at some point in her life. Sergey had kept in much better condition, considering he now was dead. As I understand it, the money for his financial stakings had come from her family and that her family was one you wouldn’t want to mess with. I do know that she no longer had what it took to keep Sergey home and satisfied.

I’d done what I could to hold back at Las Vegas’s Woodlawn cemetery. I might have come closer–the crowd was fairly large–without being notice, although there was little reason for Sonia to think that I was anything more than the lounge singer at the Ice Palace bar in Sergey’s Russian Dreams casino on the Las Vegas strip. Ivan, the casino’s entertainment chief and therefore my boss, had seen me approach the grave ceremony, though, and had motioned for me to hang back. It was good he did. Sonia was casting her baleful look on those around the gravesite, no doubt looking for a target. I doubt, though, that, in her wildest dreams, she would have set her ire on me. I would have been the target she was looking for, though.

“What’s this about him dying in his mistress’s arms?” Ivan, Sonia had blasted out. “Where did the media get that idea and why have you been avoiding me?”

“Let’s keep it down, Sonia.” Ivan said in as soothing a voice as a Russian mafioso could manage. “People are looking. This isn’t the time or place to–“

“And the money. Why is the casino accountant telling me there may be some discrepancies–?”

“Not now, Sonia. The priest is about to begin.” Ivan had wrapped his arms around the widow, but he was looking back at me. I didn’t want to talk to him now–or ever again, if I could avoid it. I wasn’t so dense that I didn’t realize that all bets were off on my employment at the casino. But he had that “I want to talk to you” look in his eyes. His black suit jacket was pushed open in his awkward embrace of Sonia so that I could see the butt of the gun in his armpit holster. I shuddered. How did I get involved with these people to begin with?

But I knew how that had happened, of course.

Ivan had known what was what here too, of course. That’s why I had called him that Tuesday night–just a week ago now?–in a panic. I didn’t know what else–who else–to call. Ivan was Sergey’s pimp as well as his brother and his right-hand man at the casino. It was because of Sergey’s appetites and that Ivan already was getting me singing gigs that Ivan knew. It’s why I got the permanent singing job at the casino, although I was good enough to hold down the job. Ivan liking how I had scratched his itch was what got me hooked up with Sergey. I’d only gone under Ivan a few time before I was turned over to Sergey. Ivan wanted to deliver his offerings to Sergey as fresh as possible, and I got the distinct impression that Sergey didn’t like to share, not even with his brother. Sergey’s desires were why I had a small suite to live in at the casino. It, of course, was better than I could get for digs otherwise, but I had the rooms for Sergey’s convenience more than mine.

Sergey was a little lethargic that Tuesday night. I had to pump him up with my hand and mouth, and then, although he usually was a vigorous top, exceptionally so for a big, pretty heavy man in his early fifties, I was saddled on him, riding him, both of us having a good time–I couldn’t deny I liked having Sergey inside me–when he gave a snort and a fart, his eyes went wide and fixed, and he stopped breathing. I tried CPR but that didn’t work. So, I called Ivan, who showed up within minutes because he was downstairs supervising the casino entertainment, and he’d come and done the rest. Sergey was already gone when Ivan got there. While he was wiping surfaces down and contemplating what to do next and in what order, I had to pack out everything that was mine and move to another room–a smaller room, I might add–one without a good view. I obviously was sinking fast in importance here in the casino.

I hadn’t seen Ivan since then until we were both at the cemetery for the funeral. I only had one thing I needed to clear up with him and then there wasn’t anything I wanted more than to change my life and identity and clear out of Las Vegas. I didn’t want any more to do with Ivan or anything connected with Sergey–and certainly none of their Russian friends–and I didn’t want to do casinos ever again, especially ones that had been as shady at Russian Dreams was. I didn’t really want to know what little I did know about Russian-run casinos.

I’d almost made it to the cemetery entrance, walking as much as I could within groups of bursa eskort others, and was starting to make a call for an Uber ride back to the casino, when one of the black limousines I mistakenly took as being from the mortuary company rolled up beside me and stopped. The tinted window for the backseat glided down and there was Ivan Sarnov saying, “Get in, Dale. We need to talk.”

“Yep, we do,” I said, as I climbed into the backseat. I needed to assure him I’d leave quietly and never say anything if they’d let me go.

It was just the two of us in the back. I was surprised to see Pete, from the casino security staff–yet another Russian, one of Sergey’s favorite muscle guys–driving the limo rather than someone from the funeral services. That gave me a scare. The car rolled off in a different direction from the line of funeral service cars, so I knew then I was being taken for a different ride. Was this it, then? Had I seen and known too much?

“If it’s got to do with the bank account you’re holding,” Ivan said, putting a hand on my knee, “you can keep holding it and using the interest from that as you need to.”

Yes, that was it. But what Ivan was saying was hopeful.

As part of Sergey’s business model, he had stashed money here and there. As an indication that whatever he and I had was long term, I held one of those stashes in a Cayman Island account. And it wasn’t spare change. He had me holding three-and-a-half million. He’d said he and I would go off to a new life with it as one option. He didn’t keep all of his retirement stashes in one place. He was always careful to present me as only one of his options and this told me that I probably wasn’t the only secret holder of a nest egg for him. I’d always assumed he was joking about escaping with me. And it had turned out to be a joke. He was going off in a steel coffin now. And who knew where I was going from here?

Ivan told me where I was going. “We don’t have much time, so just pay attention to this.”

Not much time, I wondered. Not much time until what? He was groping me with his hand now and had taken my hand and put it on his crotch, where, taking the hint, I’d unzipped and released him. Since he’d turned me over to Sergey, I’d been off limits to him. Sergey was out of the picture now. Ivan could step up to the plate again now. But what was it he was saying about limited time? Not much time after he’d fucked me in the back of the limo, I assumed. But not much time for whatever else beyond that? He answered that.

“You have a flight leaving in three hours. First to Miami and then on to the Virgin Islands–the American ones. You have a hotel booking there in St. Thomas and a banker’s name to get you hooked into the Cayman Island account. You can start a new life there. Feel free to use a mil of that to get yourself established on the island and you can easily live off the interest from the rest until we decide on the money. Here’s your passport and some credit cards in the new name–and the airline tickets in that name too. I like you. So, this is the sendoff you get. Forget everything you knew about Las Vegas. You’ll regret it if you don’t. We’ll keep an eye on you.”

I wondered who the “we” was. If it was meant to sound ominous, it succeeded. I flipped open the passport. I usually had black hair and a two-week’s growth on a beard and mustache, but Sergey had had me get photos shaved and as a platinum blond, and those were what showed in this passport. And I was someone other than Dale now. Now my name was Evan Nance. Ivan handed me a bottle of hair dye too and told me to go platinum blond in a men’s room before going through airport security.

“If you’re going to mess around, you’d best make the rest of you this color too,” he said.

He was giving me permission to mess around? So, was this all? “So, is this all?” I asked.

There was more, of course.

“No, of course not,” he answered. “Lay down for me here in the car–we have some time. And I know where you’ll be in the Caribbean too.”

I sighed, unbuckled my belt, and lay back in the corner of the backseat. He brushed my hand away, though. I knew from before that he liked to unwrap his presents himself. He had my trousers, briefs, and jacket off and my shirt open, to where I lay bare under him, stretched out on the backseat, leaning into the side wall, the heel of my left boot pressed into the back of the front seat, while, fully clothed, with just his erection exposed, Ivan lay on top of me, penetrated, and fucked me. Only his dick was exposed, but that was all he needed to have free. Pete drove around Las Vegas, watching us in his rearview mirror as closely as he could, while Ivan did his pushups on me within the confines of smoked-glass windows.

He barebacked me. The brothers were Russian. They didn’t believe in precautions beyond regular checks. They did have the casino doctor check me regularly, though, and if I let any other guy come back to my room after a singing session in the Ice Palace bar, I was expected to take escort bayan all precautions.

Ivan was thick and long and good with his cock, so I didn’t mind, grasping his biceps with my hands and moving my hips with him, moaning, and taking the stretch of him hard and deep. Neither brother was cut, and I enjoyed the raw looseness of their slide inside me. I arched my back and gave a little cry as, with a jerk and a lurch, Ivan came inside me. He pulled away to the other side of the backseat immediately, pulling out a handkerchief, cleaning himself off, stuffing himself back in his trousers, and handing me the handkerchief to tend to my own needs before I redressed. He said nothing, but he was smiling. Pete had maneuvered the limo so that we were approaching McCarran Airport.

All very neatly done.

There was a final kiss before I was dropped off at the airport departures entrance, which let me know in what way Ivan liked me. He said something in parting that I remembered and deeply appreciated after I’d thought about it, if, in fact, he was telling the truth. “This relocation is all me,” he said. “The other guys at the casino want you to disappear, Dale–or I suppose I should call you Evan now–but not necessarily this way. And the widow is on the rampage, trying to find out who was with Sergey at the end.” That caused me to shudder. If he was leveling with me, I had escaped the iron fist of the Russian mafia. Even with Ivan, I suspected I was being set up for something, but not for a one-way trip into the desert apparently.

“Do they know my new name?” I asked.

“No one but me and the man who obtained the passport know that name, and only I know it’s connected with you.”

I was both scared stiff and grateful. I had been contemplating changing my life from here myself but I had had no idea how to do it. Ivan was doing it for me. And I knew there were other ways this could have been handled from here.

I also knew, though, as I stood outside the departures entry after Pete pulled my suitcases, packed by someone other than me, out of the limo trunk, that this wasn’t the safest option for me–not the way it was happening, with me just disappearing off the face of the earth. Certainly not when I’d already been called in for questioning. It wasn’t just that I’d been there when Sergey bought the farm and I had been in bed with him. It was also because they had let it slip that it wasn’t a heart attack that had taken Sergey from us. He’d been poisoned.

I had no illusions about who was being set up as being the one who poisoned him. It might be an empty victory that I wasn’t here when the finger got around to be pointed at me.

* * * *

I turned my head toward the view of Frenchman’s Cove beyond the glass doors leading out onto the balcony in the $1,200-a-night St. Thomas Marriott resort room. The banker who met my two-and-a-half-hour evening flight from Miami had brought me here from the airport on the other side of Charlotte Amalie of the St. Thomas harbor on the chief American Virgin Island. We’d only stay the night here–at my expense, of course. But our final destination, the smaller and more remote St. Croix Island, didn’t have daily puddle-jumper airplane service beyond the time I had landed.

The banker had a multipart fee for meeting my plane and getting me settled. Ivan had told him what I’d do and how good I was in doing it.

The man was insatiable, getting what he could from our one night here, having made quite clear that he expected me to be fully accommodating for the services he’d be rendering for me in getting my life reset. Ivan had obviously told the man I was a male whore, earning my keep on my back. He hadn’t been at all subtle about putting me on my back when we’d arrived at the hotel. This wasn’t our first fuck. He’d fucked me as soon as we’d entered the room and now, again, after we’d gone to dinner. Our puddle-jumper plane hop down to St. Croix would come later in the next morning. There was every indication that Anthony–that was his name, Anthony Hendricks–would fuck me a couple of more times before we had to leave for the airport.

I wasn’t resisting him. I was on my back, legs bent and spread, buttocks rolled up to give him full access. He was long and thick in erection. I had my arms raised, grabbing the top edge of the mattress between it and the headboard, and he was hovered over me, his knees spreading my thighs, his hands gripping my wrists, holding me in place and starring down into my eyes, moving in deep, back nearly to the surface, and then in deep again, intently eyeing my pained expression at accommodating the stretch and thrust of him until I hadn’t been able to take it anymore and turned my face toward the view out over the water toward downtown Charlotte Amalie. He knew I was into it, though, I was looking away, but my hips were moving in concert with his thrusts.

He was my first black man, a solidly built man of the Caribbean, although he was more milk chocolate than ebony, reflecting mixed ancestry. gorukle escort He was a handsome man in his early forties, but massive, with more pounds on him than he should have. He was so tall and sturdily built, though, that he carried the weight well. Everything about him was big–his ego, musculature, his hands, his feet, his balls, and, of course, his cock, which was a jet black, with a purple, massive mushroom cap, which I’d had trouble getting into my mouth when he put me on my knees on the carpet and brutalized me before pulling me up, tossing me on the bed, covering me, and taking what he wanted. I was isolated and unprotected here in the Virgin Islands by anyone but this man, and the man knew it. He made sure I knew it as well.

He was uncut and barebacked me–just as Sergey had done. The deep slide and stretch of him had me moaning and groaning. He obviously been told I could take it–that I wanted it that way. I couldn’t say at this moment that I didn’t.

I felt him tense and his balls retract into his groin. He released my hands and gripped the top edge of the headboard, setting himself and thrusting harder, deeper, more vigorously. He was moving to his release. I grasped his buttocks, arched back, thrust my hips up, and cried out, “Yes, yes. Now!” shooting off myself as he jerked and shot, jerked and came–so full of cum that he blasted me four times.

Only the second time we’d fucked and we came together. I suspected that there would be a continuing relationship with my new banker–my first black man–beyond just helping me establish myself with a new identity in the Virgin Islands. On the whole, I didn’t mind. Anthony was a bit forceful, but I wouldn’t have taken up with either Ivan or Sergey if I didn’t want a daddy to take care of me. On the whole, Sergey was fine, despite the heartburn some of his business ties gave me. So, far, my first black man–Anthony Hendricks–was just fine too.

When he pulled out of me, I moved to roll off the bed, but he turned me over onto my belly on the bed with this strong hands, mounted me from behind like a dog, and screwed the hell out of me again.

* * * *

Hendricks flew with me to St. Croix the next day to settle me into a gay-friendly hotel, The Fred, on Strand Street, near the sea in Frederiksted, which he said was where the gay scene was in the U.S. Virgin Islands. But beyond the hotel reservations, introducing me to some friends of his he thought could be useful to me and showing me some houses for rent, we would only be staying with me that first night. I was of two minds on that. He screwed me really, really well–but he screwed me almost constantly and arrogantly, and I was still paying for his relocation services.

His office was on the main St. Thomas island. He’d been told to settle me someplace more remote, though, and he thought St. Croix, being the most gay friendly, would be the best place for me.

“You can decide on your own later,” he said. “I suggest you take a short-term rental to begin with, as real estate is quite expense in the islands.”

“Whatever you advise,” I answered, already settling into a role of submission to him, as he had established himself as a strong dominant.

We looked at a few small houses for rent, I picked out an unimposing flat on Prince Street, just three blocks from the Frederiksted pier, which was the main gathering spot in the seaside town on the island’s west coast. I could walk to everywhere I needed until I decided whether to have more private housing and a car, both of which would eat into the nest egg I was working with. Yes, it was a gigantic nest egg, but I was afraid that at some point the Russian mafia would show up to screw every dollar of the original amount out of me. What I was really looking for was some business I could buy into to become established here.

That pretty much dropped into my lap.

“I’m told you were a singer in a Las Vegas casino bar,” he said to me over lunch at Polly’s at the Pier on Strand Street by the entrance onto the pier. “That must mean you’re a good singer.”

“I held down the evening slots at a piano bar in a major casino, yes,” I answered.

“After dinner, maybe you’d like to go bar hopping on King Street then. There are some gay bars there that have music. I can introduce you to some guys. I have to go back to Charlotte Amalie tomorrow, but I can help you get introduced here.”

“Fine. We settled on a flat quickly, so what else is there to do here this afternoon?”

“After lunch, I’ll take you by our bank branch here and get you set up with the manager and connect with your funds, but then I think you know how we can spend the rest of the afternoon. There’s a beach right next to The Fred, and we can check that out, but, for the time I’m spending with you, I think–“

“I understand,” I answered. We did get out on the beach, me in just a Speedo, which confirmed for me that The Fred was a gay-friendly hotel and St. Croix was the place in the islands where guys were getting it on, because I got quite a bit of attention while we were on the beach. After an hour there, I was very much in the mood to give Anthony what he wanted in our shared room at the hotel. I’d exchanged looks and a few words with other guys on the beach and in the hotel that told me that it was very unlikely I would be lonely after Anthony flew back to the big island the next day.

Bonnibell Boyle had a small life, in a small village. Her days were filled only with chores and isolation. The isolation was self-inflicted, but that did not take the sting out of it.

The only person who had ever truly understood her was Ann, the teacher. Bonnie excelled under her tutelage, becoming an avid reader at a young age. When Bonnie grew to adulthood, a friendship grew between the two, and Bonnie began assisting her classes.

Last winter, however, Ann tragically passed to a fever. Bonnie mourned as though she were a widow. This dull life was nothing without Ann’s light. These days, she strictly kept to herself. That was, until the dreams coaxed her into the night.

Bonnie’s strange dreams began in the week leading up to the full moon. Each night, visions of dancing chromatic flames came to her, accompanied by woman’s whispering voice. The voice spoke of sweet temptations that were lost to Bonnie upon waking. On the night of the full moon, her most powerful dream yet had come.

This night, the voice asked her, “Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? Rise, my sweet, and walk east into the Hallowed Wood. There, you may take my gift. You may leave this place, never to return. With my gift, you may enter a college of witchcraft and study spells and rituals which you would not believe. Rise, if you would become a witch.”

Bonnie woke, with the memory fresh and real. Between her legs, her pussy was soaked with burning lust. She was tempted to stay and stroke her clit until it chafed beyond recovery. She needed to tend to a more pressing temptation, though: heeding the call to the night.

She left in her night gown, trudging barefoot through the cold soil. She didn’t care for her well-being on this night. If the dreams spoke true, she would be a witch, with all of her worries behind her. If it was all some madness, and she was marching on the warrant of her own wishful thinking, she would rather let exposure take her.

After a mile’s hike through the woods, she noticed underwear hanging from a low branch. Just ahead, was a nightgown on the ground. Then there was another, and another. The nightwear of at least a dozen women was strewn about. So Bonnie took the hint and disrobed.

Gooseflesh tickled her pale skin. Her wavy orange hair fell over her shoulders, halfway down her modest breasts. Bonnie found her features plain and her body lackluster, but now was no time for shame.

Just a little further, a fire’s glow pierced the forest. She followed it like a beacon, and softly gasped when she reached its light. Twelve women around Bonnie’s age danced around the fire, all as naked and she. They wordlessly welcomed her, seeming delighted to have their thirteenth.

One woman seemed to gravitate to Bonnie, and they danced closely. She was slim, with pale blonde hair falling nearly to her magnificently sculpted rear. When her dark eyes met Bonnie’s, a slight grin teased the corner of her lovely lips.

A kind of intoxication overtook Bonnie, and all thoughts cleared from her mind. She danced and basked in the company of her newfound sisters. It was bliss.

After an hour of this, the moon reached its apex in the sky, shining directly down into the clearing. That was when a new woman emerged from the shadows. She was not nude like the rest in the gathering, and did not join in the dance. She had flowing black hair and a black split dress to match. The slits on either side of the dress showed off pristine and plump thighs. The low neckline revealed her perfectly shaped, yet astonishingly large breasts.

The dancing settled as all faced the newcomer. With their attention, she announced, “each one of you is here because Mother Rhiannon foresaw greatness within you. Moreover, each of you answered her call to cast off what came before and claim the magicks which are rightfully yours.”

The small crowd cheered, Bonnie included. She’d never been included in merriment before. It felt nice.

“Excellent. You stand at the threshold of greatness. Whether or not you cross it is your choice, and yours alone. Rhiannon offers her gift to each of you. With this gift, you will take the first step towards becoming witches and will be admitted to the Darkstone Academy of Witchcraft to undergo your studies. The gift may seem unusual. In order to channel magick through the body, it must first be added to. Rather than explain further, it is best I show you Rhiannon’s gift.”

The woman stepped forward, dangerously close to the fire. With a wave of her hand and a whisper, the fire tilted toward her. When a finger of the flame licked at her dress, it burned the garment all at once like flash-paper. The crowd gave a chorus of gasps at the abrupt display, and awes when the woman’s naked form revealed itself.

The woman’s body was the peak of feminine beauty. Between her legs, though, dangled a well-endowed cock, with balls to match. Aside from her head and underarms, her body was completely hairless. This added to the strange beauty of her hanging penis, which quickly inflated to harden bursa merkez escort halfway, and remained in that state.

“This is Rhiannon’s gift. Should you accept, you will grow a cock of your own. It will be a source of great power for your witchcraft. It will also be a source of sinful delights without end. Step forwards towards to the flame to accept your gift to begin your journey. Otherwise, you may turn back now. You will find the walk home easy, and you will sleep very deeply. In the morning, this will all be a half-remembered dream.”

The girls all looked to those near them, nervous to see who would go first. A tall woman with brown hair took that honor, and then two more followed at once. As they stepped near the bonfire, the flame whipped forwards to gently tap their pubic mounds.

Then, in a puff of smoke, penises appeared. They fell and swung as they materialized. Once in place, they stood erect in seconds, bobbing and throbbing with thirst.

As more girls stepped forward, the friendly and beautiful blonde girl looked to Bonnie with a desperate plea in her eyes. She bit her lip shyly and took her step.

Bonnie felt as though a stone was caught in her throat. This was the life that she wanted, as her village had nothing left for her. At that moment, she didn’t care about any of that though. What pulled her towards the flame was the kind face who danced with her. Wherever that woman was going was where Bonnie needed to be.

There was a momentary sting as the flame licked at her. Then the ember of heat grew into a warm feeling she could get lost in. Her belly fluttered with tingles, and she felt lighter than air as the smoke puffed.

The weight of what was added surprised Bonnie. A substantial member of flung at her hip, first dangling and bouncing, then filling with blood to stand straight out, painfully hard. Bonnie’s blood ran cold. Her dick was different than the others. The shape of it was unusual, with jagged ribs along the sides and protruding underbelly. It was also strangely fat, easily the girthiest in the group. It was more than three inches across at its thickest, and ten inches long. The skin around it wasn’t equipped to handle this girth, as the foreskin clung painfully to the head.

The black-haired witch had been scanning her eyes at waist level, apparently looking out for something. When her eyes landed on Bonnie, she’s apparently found what she was looking for, and approached urgently. Her hands went to the head of Bonnie’s new cock.

“Sometimes the foreskin comes in too tight on a witch’s new cock. Thankfully, it is still fresh and pliable. This will sting, but don’t worry,” she said, before wedging her fingers under Bonnie’s foreskin and stretching it out like taffy. It was terribly painful, but when it was over, her newly loosened foreskin sat comfortably.

“Now aren’t you the lucky one! It is not often that Rhiannon sees fit to bless a new student with a cambion! I will have much to explain when things are settled. For now, rejoice, you are truly blessed.”

The witch walked away to tend to others, and Bonnie’s head fell low. She saw all eyes were on her, as the other girls whispered amongst themselves. This didn’t feel like a blessing. It felt like she was the ugly duckling in her new group right out of the gate.

When she caught the gaze of the girl she’d danced with, Bonnie forgot her worries for the moment. The girl smiled warmly at Bonnie, not put-off by her new deformation. Without thinking, Bonnie’s eyes dropped.

Bonnie gasped. The girl’s cock was huge!

Looking around, Bonnie was happy to see a reason for kinship with the girl; Bonnie’s dick was the thickest and second longest with the largest balls, while the blonde’s was the longest and second thickest, with the second largest balls.

Bonnie anxiously worked up the courage to use this similarity as a reason to start conversing with the girl, but falling from the sky got in the way. Looking up, a dozen young witches spiraled down to the clearing on broomsticks.

They were all in a uniform, with pointed hats, dresses, and cloaks of varying colors. Each landed, shuffling into the group. The witch in charge projected her voice to instruct the crowd. “Each of you initiates will go with one of my acolytes. You will each be given a cloak for the journey and ride behind an acolyte to the academy. I am all too aware that you’re all foaming at the mouth to play with your new cocks, but it must wait. Now, now, don’t tarry.”

A small huddle of the acolytes were glaring at Bonnie’s unusual dick, as they giggled and cooed to each other. After a few seconds of hushed bickering, one of them approached Bonnie and draped a dark gray cloak over her. The girl was very pretty, with dark hair and blue eyes. “I’m Nadia,” she said. “I’ll be your ride.”

“Oh,” Bonnie said timidly. “Thank you, miss. I’m Bonnibell.”

Nadia turned around and put her back to Bonnie as she mounted the broom. “Hold on to be very bursa escort bayan tightly. If you fall, it means death.”

Chapter 2

As soon as Bonnie’s arms were around Nadia, the broom scooped her up into the air. Bonnie squealed in fear, discomfort, and confused arousal. The stick between her legs was extremely hard on Bonnie’s brand new testicles, and she was unsure if any sitting position would have helped. Her cock, on the other hand, was squashed with the stick below it and Nadia’s full weight above it. Bonnie’s huge ribbed cock was sandwiched between the enormous cheeks of Nadia’s bare ass.

Riding the broom with Nadia grinding on her virgin dick was both painful and pleasurable. In seconds, she was twice as high as the trees, though, so all she could do was hug Nadia with all her strength and ride it out. Bonnie screamed with her eyes clamped shut for the entire forty-minute flight. All the while, her cock leaked precum onto Nadia.

When the flight finally slowed, Bonnie could hear awes from all around her. She pried one eyelid open and beheld the beauty of the campus. It was all sprawling from one central gothic cattle, with narrow spires, pointed arches, and stained-glass windows. Bonnie had heard tell of cathedrals that boggled the mind, but never imagined anything like this. Around it, gardens and swamps and adjoined buildings were swaddled within the castle’s walls.

As Bonnie struggled to take it all in, it grew larger. Seeing how close she was getting to a building on the north side, she was sure they’d crash. Sure enough, those, the broom slowed to a soft hover before her feet touched the brick flooring of an elevated platform that joined the main castle to a small group of half-timber buildings. She was safe at last.

All thirteen pairs of women landed together, gathered on the black-bricked bridge. Not far off, Bonnie saw four more similarly sized groups landing as well. She looked frantically for the blonde girl who’d taken an interest in her, but they were on opposite ends of the crowd.

As Bonnie had been scanning the crowd, she’d noticed every single woman present sported a rock-hard erection, not just the naked initiates. Due to the short dresses that the acolytes wore, most of their cocks we’re fully on display. Everybody seemed anxious to tend to their dicks, but the black-haired with who’d gathered them all had more instruction to give.

“Congratulations to you all. You are all officially students of Darkstone Academy. I am Headmistress Moon. You will all have a lot of questions, I am sure. Before anything, though, you must all be deloused.”

There was murmuring among the initiates, which the headmistress cut off by announcing, “This is good news. In order to be deloused, you will learn your first, and simplest spell. While it may be simple, it shall be one that you will use every day.”

Throughout the crowd, all of the acolytes whispered something as they held up their hands. Within their upright palms, amorphous clumps of translucent white light were conjured.

“Hold out your hands in just the way that you see my acolytes doing. Allow them to pass on their magicks and their words of power.”

Beside Bonnie, Nadia offered her light. Bonnie held her hand to Nadia’s, and the light expanded to hover over both hands at once. Nadia spoke softly but confidently, “Dinth glanadh.”

“Dinth glanadh?” Bonnie repeated, unsure. As soon as the word was spoken, the light split, and Bonnie had her own magic light.

Seeing that everybody had their lights, the headmistress said, “This spell banishes all filth. When the phantom you hold comes in contact with dirt, lice, grime, and germs, the contaminants shall vanish. It also penetrates the skin harmlessly. This is how you are expected to dispose of all of your waste, before it ever leaves your body. We are above squatting in pots and tossing them out of the windows.”

This concept was strange and fascinating. Bonnie held the light against her arm, feeling only a mild and pleasant tingle as the dirt was erased. Nadia helped her, first cleaning her hair. Nadia slowly worked the light down her body, cleaning herself completely. Once the initiates were clean, the acolytes got to work on themselves.

“Now,” Ms Moon added. “Just because you have this spell at your disposal, doesn’t mean you are excused from bathing. You are expected to bathe daily. Not only do baths have myriad benefits, but this spell does not clean semen. Go too long without a bath, and you will be sticky messes within days. There is a tub in each dorm house, and a public bathhouse in the main castle.”

She continued, “speaking of your dorms, I shall assign them presently.” Ms Moon gestured elegantly with her hands and conjured a floating storm of small parchments. Then by opening her arms fully, she sent the flurry of paper outwards. Not only did the thirteen standing around her get sought out by flying paper, but all of the initiates in their scattered crowds were targeted.

Bonnie bursa sınırsız escort flinched as a paper locked in on her, bracing to be hit, but it stopped in the air in front of her. It read: LAVENDER HOUSE. ROOM F. She reached out for it, but it evaded her grasp, playfully jerking away.

“You may follow the paper to your chambers. Everything you need will be there. Your more experienced classmates will roam the grounds, and are expected to be available at each novice dorm to mingle and answer questions. Your chamber will have beds, clothes, and welcome baskets. These are my gift to all of you. Off you go, then.”

With the headmistress’s dismissal, the papers all fluttered away, leading the girls in twisting directions to their dorms. Bonnie struggled to keep up with hers as she craned her neck looking for the girl she hoped to befriend. Alas, she was lost in the shuffle.

Bonnie chased her paper down elegantly macabre halls, awkwardly brushing against other girls scurrying down different directions. She ran down a spiral staircase and out a door onto a lawn. She was then lured back inside, up a grand staircase, through a library, down another spiral staircase, and back onto another lawn.

When Bonnie could take no more of these games, she was casually led up to a simple but pretty half-timbered house in a lavender coloration. She groaned at the mischievous paper and opened the door. Inside, a small crowd of unfamiliar girls greeted her from the living room. She returned the greeting curtly and followed the paper upstairs. At the end of the hall, it stopped at a door marked: F. With its job done, the paper went aflame and was gone.

Bonnie let out a long sigh, before opening the door. Her heart skipped a beat immediately. In the room there were two beds against one wall, a bookshelf, a writing desk with chairs on either side, a wardrobe, and a full length mirror. Looking through the wardrobe, a woman stood with her back to Bonnie. Without seeing anything else, Bonnie recognized her ass immediately.

The girl turned around, and her kind, dark eyes met Bonnie’s and lit up. “It’s you,” the girl said excitedly, nearly singing. “My wish came true.”

The fluttering in Bonnie’s chest made her tongue-tied. Did the girl just say she wished for this? “I… wish?”

“Oh gods, that sounded stranger than I intended! I only meant… I don’t know anyone here, and we got on well in the woods… I hoped we could be friends,” the girl rambled. “I’m Quinn.”

“I was hoping so, too. Thank you for dancing with me, and being nice to me. I’m Bonnibell, but my friend’s call me Bonnie. At least, theoretically, they would… if I had friends. My teacher called me Bonnie, she was my friend, but then she died… am I still talking?”

“Bonnie is a lovely name. I’m sorry to hear about your friend, and of course, why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”

“I don’t know. You didn’t know me, and then you still smiled at me when I grew this ugly thing,” she said, glancing down to her aching cock.

Quinn furrowed her brow in befuddlement. “You surely jest. There’s nothing ugly about your gift.”

“You’re very kind, but it’s not necessary. I saw the way everyone was looking at me. I’m a freak,” Bonnie despaired.

“The other girls looked at you with some combination of envy and lust,” Quinn asserted. “Believe me.”

Bonnie blushed. “Really? Even you?”

Now Quinn was the one blushing. “I was happy for you, so I didn’t feel envy. As for… this is all very new to me. Until one hour ago, I haven’t exactly seen the appeal of… cocks. Now, I’ve been tempted into becoming a witch, and now I’ve seen how cocks look on pretty girls, and I have one myself, and it’s giving me these feelings and appetites… I find your cock quite beautiful, Bonnie. You’ve nothing to fret over.”

“Oh,” Bonnie replied, stunned. Her sight fell on Quinn’s dick. It was so smooth, and pleasantly shaped, and so big. “I think yours is beautiful, too… I think you’re beautiful.”

Before either of them were conscious that they had moved, they were nearly close enough to kiss. When Quinn’s dick poked Bonnie, it shook them back to reality. Quinn took a breath and thought as critically as she could.

“These erections are too compromising,” Quinn pointed out urgently, then stepped around Bonnie to close the door. “My entire world is changing for me all at once. I upended my life to learn witchcraft, and the rules of this place are vastly different from all I’ve been accustomed to. Clearly modesty is not held as a virtue in this place.”

“What are you getting at?” Bonnie asked.

Quinn took a breath to collect herself. “We must masturbate. It is more than evident that these erections will not subside otherwise. We may separate and undergo this in alone. If you would prefer, however, we may both remain here and try it together. I dearly hope for us to be friends, and I suspect that is the sort of thing that witches do with their friends.”

Bonnie was put completely at ease. Quinn was just so earnest and adorable. She loved the idea. “Aye, let’s. This puppy’s killing me.”

Quinn timidly went and sat on one of the beds. Bonnie, feeling bold, sat on the same bed. Each of them spread their legs wide, and Bonnie slipped her legs under Quinn’s, meeting just above the knees. With this close-up view of each other’s dicks, they each put a hand on their own.

Jules sat and waited with his hands folded in his lap, eyes cast down at the ground.

There had been no chairs in the room, it was one of those places not designed to be stayed in, so they’d had to push one out from next door for him. The lights were low, hazy; everything only half-seen. There were a dozen soft hums and clicks, liquid gurgles and latex creaks. A soft and indeterminate place, and the longer you spent in it, the more you tended to dissociate. At least if you were somebody like Jules, and not one of the people it was made for.

Occasionally a muffled voice came either from one of the neighboring rooms or murmuring came from one of the sealed cubes where parts of bodies jutted like sights in some clinical and lecherous menagerie. Lips wrapped around slick gags that pushed the mouth out and wide enough for Futa cock, shaping faces into aquiline plateaus of fleshy pinks and browns around dark voids where alien tongues flapped anonymous and isolated. Rear-ends turned either supine or prone, slick with oil, elastic holes winking and already slightly agape from prolonged use. Tubes connected to their caged clitties collecting impotent loads pushed out through communal use.

The idea of being a pen male, to some extent, still made Jules shudder. They had done a lot to remove the stigma and the risks, but he still remembered how they had been looked at for most of his life. Males with some fundamental brokenness. Some inability to integrate or some unesirability so deep and unchangable that it was essentially terminal. A marker of troublemakers, sex-addicts, properties of a household that had fallen in stature. Even with the improvements, it wasn’t something any man aspired to. You’d still rather be a slave to a good home.

A Futa came lumbering casually into the room and gave him a queer look before walking down the line of cubes and marking a clipboard idly. As she reached about midway down one of the rows, she stopped and set the clipboard up on the shelf of bodies, then reached into a dark nook and pressed something unseen. With a click, the cage she was nearest unhooked and its black latex prism slid free into her hands. She held it up, male and all, at eye level with a sort of disinterest. Reaching out, she popped the gag free from his mouth.

“Please,” It breathed after popping its jaw, “Fuck me! My pussy is so hungry for you.”

Jules hadn’t been sure what he’d expected the man in the box to say, but it hadn’t been that. The Futa snickered to herself and tucked the cube under her arm before grabbing the clipboard again.

“Not likely. You clocked in eight hours ago, that means you’re due for at least a two hour break. Hell, everybody’s in good enough health, they might have you take a full twenty-four.”

“No!” The voice whined lustily, “I don’t need rest, I need cock!”

“Your drugs will start wearing off soon,” The Futa sighed as she made her way out with the box under her arm, “And even if you’re still horny by then, your hole isn’t going to be able to cash the checks your mouth is writing.”

The male was still whining and protesting as they left. Whatever part of Jules was disgusted by how he was acting, he couldn’t actually judge too harshly. Jules had tried a dose of the cocktail before, and lost the rest of the day in a lusty blur. You needed it if you were going to spend much time accommodating a Futa sexually without it permanently changing you to the shape of her. Of course, that meant that most Futa who owned their own men took a near-religious distaste to him using it. That high was followed by about an hour or two of feeling the worst you’d ever felt. But no long term effects. At least not that anybody could tell. He didn’t even want to think about pen work before they’d come up with it. The turnover rate had probably been about a thousand times higher.

“You,” An aging Futa craned her neck out of the door behind him and grunted, “Get in.”

Jules rose and followed her through the door. She was unflatteringly pale, dark hair messy. Body marked by tattoos that had once been decorations but which had become deformed or warped by the wrinkles and sags of her skin. An abstract mosaic of colors and noise now. Pock-marked by holes where piercings had once been and shining with several more where they still remained. Both puckered about, wincing like scars. She seemed more squashed and wrung-out than her age would suggest. Expensively dressed, breasts still firm, but flabby. Coughing from her chest in a way that rumbled wetly. Somebody who had done her best to never surrender, but who was losing nonetheless. As she sat down and lit a cigarette, she sat back with a prolonged groan. Her peers looked at her without any affection.

Nina stood in front of a crescent table and Jules came to stand in front of her. She set a large hand on his shoulder almost protectively. Her back was straight and strong, the outline of her muscles visible through her shirt and slacks. Underdressed, considering bursa sınırsız escort the formal attire the other Futa were wearing. Even her crotch was adorned only with a few leather straps and meager decorations that she’d refused his attempts to make more impressive. She was practical almost to the point of embarrassment.

“Honey,” Nina said softly but coldly, “These are the special committee overseeing my next mission. We’ve had Leah, Shannon, and Chelsea over before.”

Jules nodded to the three Futa sitting from the left to the center. Leah and Shannon were something of an unofficial couple, a pair of tall blonde military types. Chelsea was department head of the agency Nina worked for, though Nina seemed to mostly answer to herself. A willowy, dark-haired, overly-nice, and shockingly young woman for her position living the bachelorette life. She had to know somebody. All three had visited to try more than just Jules’s casserole. Working with a couple like Leah and Shannon had been exciting, though certainly a challenge. But they didn’t have a man of their own, so he didn’t have to try too hard to impress them. Chelsea, on the other hand, balanced the stress of her work with yoga, tantra, massage and all manner of vaguely spiritual things. Entertaining her had been… a test of endurance, and more literal of a stretch than he was used to. Nina had needed to carry him to bed when she was done. Jules hoped Chelsea would visit again soon.

“The two on the right are Stephanie and Quinn,” Nina gestured. Jules could swear he heard something in her voice get colder. “Steph is the leader of the organization I’ll be working in tandem with. Quinn is the vice-chair in the parliament. We need her signoff for this, so she’s been overseeing things. She’s also Lady Amber’s daughter.”

Quinn, the tattooed older Futa, grumbled under her breath and shuffled her notes. Chelsea gave her the side-eye. So far as Jules knew, Lady Amber was the most popular leader that the Futa had ever had, even if she was nearly old and soft enough that she couldn’t hold office any more. Any ill-will towards Quinn from the others certainly didn’t come from grudges with her mother. But, knowing just how epidemic nepotism was in Futa society, her position almost certainly came from her mom sitting on top. He wondered how deep it ran. If she was the first in line to become Lady when Amber eventually stepped down. That was the kind of thing that would probably fast-track some resentment.

Stephanie gave him a look somewhere between disinterest and outright dislike. She was a brunette, paunchy in a slightly canine way, with a haircut that didn’t help dissuade the comparison. She looked like a career middle-manager. A man was under the desk in front of her servicing her, and as she wrote something down he watched the handle of her man’s leather leash move in her clenched fist.

“Hello,” Jules bowed his head meekly, refraining from adding anything else. Even tolerant Futa tended to prefer men that were seen and not heard, and most of these did not strike him as tolerant Futa.

“Nina tells us she trusts you,” Stephanie pushed her glasses up her nose and folded her hands, “Miss Chelsea also speaks to your character, but I intend to be sure. How long have you been a slave?”

“All my life, ma’am.” Jules bowed and lifted his skirt enough to show not only his cage, but how his number tattoo had been stretched by age to cover more of his stomach than normal.

“And how long have you been Nina’s slave specifically?”

“She bought me from a male education program as soon as I became old enough for service,” He nodded nervously, “She’s had me for almost a decade.”

“According to her, you’ve had nothing but perfect behavior.” Stephanie nodded to him encouragingly, “You’re sure there’s nothing missing there? No talking back? No unapproved cage removals, not even the occasional skipped chore?”

“No ma’am,” Jules swallowed heavily. “Mistress has never given me any reason to act up. She always speaks kindly to me, she never asks me to do anything unreasonable, and even taking my cage off just to bathe feels weird. I can’t imagine running around without one on.”

“You say she’s never given you reason to act up, but males act up without reason all the time,” Quinn cleared her throat. “The male brain develops differently than the Futa, they are innately irrational.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jules bowed again, “But Mistress has done a good job stifling my innate irrationality.”

“You’re well-spoken for a male,” Chelsea interjected before Quinn could keep pressing.

“I’ve been told so, ma’am.”

“Did Nina teach you how to read?” Quinn interjected.

Nina stiffened, her hand tightened just a bit on Jules’s shoulder. There was no law against men reading, nor one about teaching men to read, but it certainly wasn’t something that was looked on kindly. And since it was effectively impossible bursa otele gelen escort to disprove, it was the kind of accusation that could stick around nastily. Before either of them could respond, Leah cut in.

“Will you relax?” She leaned across to look at Quinn as she grumbled. “Nina is our best agent, we have no reason to doubt her.”

“I’d like the question answered” Stephanie waved her hand.

“No, Mistress never taught me how to read,” Jules shook his head. If there was any sort of record of events, even just putting the question out there had already achieved Quinn’s goal. “In the youth program, I was told that I was gifted by male standards. But, since I never showed the rebellious behavior that most gifted males did, I avoided pen time or disciplinary assignment.”

“A gifted male, but a perfectly behaved one too.” Stephanie shook her head.

“What’s the catch?” Quinn scoffed, “When do we get to the punchline? Do you have some kind of disability? Prone to episodes of mania?”

“He’s been recommended because there is no catch,” Chelsea gestured at nothing in particular. “You asked for a male that could handle the job, and now you don’t trust Nina when she brings you one?”

“I don’t trust things that look too good to be true,” Stephanie shrugged, “I suspect Administrator Quinn simply feels the same way.”

“There’s always a catch,” Quinn grumbled. “Just because we can’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.”

“Perhaps you’d like to go with a male whose deficiencies we can track and rewrite the mission to accommodate,” Leah prodded a folder sitting on the desk in front of her, “You’d have to rewrite and rebudget accordingly, of course.”

“That’s not the threat you think it is,” Quinn rubbed her eyes, “Exhausting as that would be, the people paying that budget might prefer it to working with an unknown.”

“If I may,” Nina spoke very softly, but the whole table turned to look at her in unison, “So long as a man is involved, there will be a risk. Obviously, I trust Jules. But if you insist on a no-risk mission, send me in alone.”

“Absolutely not!” Shannon finally spoke up, “Science Minister Jaye was adamant about how we were supposed to run this. Minimal damage. The technology these men have makes a direct assault impossible without substantial risk to both our troops and the things we’re there for. Even if you weren’t killed or permanently incapacitated, this isn’t a knot you can cut, it has to be untied. Sending a man in with you remains the best chance of that.”

“Then give me Jules,” Nina said simply. Her voice made it clear that she wouldn’t accept any other man.

The Futa at the table exchanged glances for a moment. Quinn looked annoyed, Stephanie looked bored. The other three nodded in agreement, Stephanie gave a noncommittal gesture and Quinn scowled.

“If you’re putting your name and record on his success, we have no choice but to trust him,” Stephanie looked at Nina severely.

“We have plenty of choices,” Quinn protested, “But you’ve got the rest of them by the balls. They might have agreed to a dog if you’d put your foot down hard enough.”

A series of annoyed looks shot Quinn’s way as Shannon and Leah signed the folder, then passed it to Chelsea, who passed it to the others. When the four of them had signed off, Chelsea took it back and handed it to Nina.

“Am I… not going to stay in the pens while you’re away?” Jules looked back up at Nina.

“No, I didn’t want to tell you until it was approved, but you’re coming along with me.” Nina rubbed his shoulder.

“You’re going to be helping Nina with a very important job,” Chelsea smiled at him a bit condescendingly. “It’s a secret though.”

Stephanie pulled out a remote and pressed a button to lower the lights in the room. Then she pressed another and a single bright beam shot from a suspended projector in the ceiling. Dust motes swam lazily in its path along the stifling air of the windowless room and crossed the ray like embers. The image the project cast was a stark, wide stretch of desert. The only reason you could make out the figures tucked into one corner of it, peeking up over one of the dunes, was because they had been circled and that portion blown up and overexposed in the bottom corner. They were slinking along in garments the color of dead leaves, backs turned to the sun and no skin exposed to it.

“Though we have no shortage of scientists, our most significant technological advancements in recent memory have come from unearthing pockets of male technology.” Shannon explained. “Not all wild men are as uncivilized as each other. There are pockets of them which have insulated themselves from the outside world. Incredibly technologically advanced, perhaps far beyond even our wildest dreams, but with no comprehensible long-term prospects for survival or prosperity.”

“Wasting it,” Nina interjected.

“I’m bursa eve gelen escort sure they think they’re getting good use out of it,” Chelsea interjected and got a snicker from a few of them, “They wouldn’t have lasted this long if they weren’t at least capable of understanding it. But obviously it would be better put to use in our hands.”

“Where did they get it from?” Jules asked innocently.

He was broaching a major taboo, both speaking out of turn as a man and also asking about the past. The Futa already, even among each other, didn’t talk about before. There was an expectation of unquestioning obedience to what existed now. Even in the face of evidence that their society didn’t exist in some eternal, permanent present, a Futa was expected to put her head down and not question it. A man was expected to have not seen it.

“Men have been around longer than Futa,” Nina gave him a surprisingly direct answer. “We replaced them.”

“Replaced is the wrong word.” Shannon gestured to the room around her. “They were poor stewards of this world. They were violent, shameless, and wasteful. They didn’t know the teachings of the goddess. We’ve replaced their position as rulers, but they’re still here. And still allowed to share the world with us, so long as they respect their place.”

“I thought-” Jules started before Nina’s hand squeezed his shoulder.

“The teachings are different for men,” She spoke softly but definitively.

“What men have the right to understand is up to them, but the Futa must have the full say in what the men are allowed to know.” The wet, sloppy sounds from beneath the table started to louden. Stephanie kept a tight grip on her leash. Jules looked at the man below the table again and realized he had his face covered in a latex mask with heavy padding around the ears. Blinded and deafened, but a wide hole left for his mouth. “Ontologically, the men in these vaults are not people. Until they are ratified and legitimized by Futa, they are things.”

“You’re wasting multi-syllable words on a man,” Quinn sighed and sat back. “Just tell him what his job is.”

“The simple version,” Leah shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The table was positioned in such a way that she couldn’t help but see Stephanie’s boy-toy and it seemed to be starting to get to her, “Is that we’re going to put a tracking device on you and have them take you in. When we have their location, a small assault force will be able to neutralize them without a prolonged fight and without blasting the whole desert into sand. Anything that the two of you can do while inside to subvert their defenses and fighting capabilities without damage would be beneficial. The cleaner the operation, the better.”

“If there’s such an emphasis on cleanliness, what makes a task force any less risky than sending me in alone?” Even though Nina was professional, Jules could hear a stab of pride in her voice.

“We have no questions about if you can,” Chelsea folded her hands, “Your ability to take on even well-armed males is not in doubt. But we’re dealing with some manner of radio-jamming technology and weaponry that surpasses our own. We’re more adverse to the idea of sending you into unknown risk than we are to you doing damage.”

“But there will be risk,” Nina shrugged.

“Risk is non-negotiable, but we want to do everything we can to mitigate it. At the point where our plans break down, your expertise is put in our utmost trust.” Chelsea was familiar with all the best therapy words and methods of phrasing things diplomatically. She was used to getting what she wanted.

Quinn pulled a phone out from her stack of papers and started tapping at it idly, the pale light making her face almost paper-white in the gloom. Jules looked at her in awe while the other Futa glanced over in annoyance. Ever since he’d learned about them, he’d done his best to keep their house at the top of every list for a phone, but they were rare. Most of the people who could actually get one didn’t even bother with the lists, they just knew somebody. They were new. Slow to make and expensive beyond belief. The economy of things was almost entirely shaped that same way. Who got electric lighting, who could get a replacement battery for the old solar cars. Some of them things that the Futa had just recently ‘learned’ how to make, some that they were burning through the last of an old stock. They had grown a lot in the past decade, but things were uneven. Jules and Nina had gotten hooked up to the power grid a year ago, but their plumbing still ran from the temperamental old pipes where individual points of failure could leave their sinks running rust-colored for days.

“But what keeps an assault force from doing the damage that I’m trying to avoid?” Nina pressed.

“That’s the difficulty, and the male crux.” Chelsea gestured toward Jules. “At the very least, we need him to disable whatever their jammer is, so the assault force can even reach you. But anything else he can do to make the transition of power smooth and easy will pay dividends for the mission. We can’t know what form that will have to take. Disabling security measures, spreading pro-Futa thought among the residents, anything and everything in his power. We don’t need anything more than the minimum from him, but everything else he can do will be a testament to Males as a species.”

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I get why everyone says my mom is smoking hot. She’s young, and with all the money my dad makes, she doesn’t have much to do all day except work out, tone her body, and look nice. But what most people don’t get is how much of a bitch she can be.

I was in the middle of a videogame with my friend Jon when my mom came home carrying some groceries. She must have gone to the gym beforehand, because she was wearing just her black sports bra, skin tight pants, and looked sweaty.

“Drew, can you help me and get the rest of the groceries from the car?” she called to me. Jon and I were right in the middle of a fierce game.

“In a minute,” I yelled back. She was setting down the groceries on the counter.

“No, Drew, now! The milk is going to go bad.”

“I’m in the middle, mom!” I yelled, but she wasn’t having that. She walked right over and stood in the front of the tv. My view of the screen was now completely obstructed by her sweaty flat midriff.

“Mom!” I yelled, as she bent over and unplugged my console from the wall. Putting one small white hand on her curvy hips defiantly, she pointed at the door to the garage and barked, “Now!”

I grumbled all the way to the car and brought in all the groceries, having to take three trips to do so. She bought so much stuff.

When I got back, she was sitting in my place on the couch, reclining, talking to my friend Jon. My mom had always been very friendly to Jon, probably because as a rich white family, we didn’t have a lot of black people in our personal lives.

I hovered over my mom.

“Did you get them all?” she asked me sternly, and I gritted my teeth and nodded. Only then did she giggle and stand up from the couch.

“Well, I feel all gross; I’m going to take a shower,” she called to us both, walking away towards her room, “Bye Jon.”

“Bye Mrs. Brown,” Jon called back. I sat down in my seat; it was all sticky and wet from my mom’s sweaty bare body.

“Fucking bitch,” I mumbled to my friend, “She always fucks everything up.”

“I didn’t really mind,” my friend returned, grinning, “I like talking to her.”

“Yeah, yeah, your stupid crush.”

“It’s not a stupid crush,” Jon said, “Your mom is a fine piece of white meat, Drew. Did you see her body in that sports bra? She’s got an amazing toned stomach, like some kind of beach volleyball player. And the jiggle in that tight elastic bra was like she was fucking going through puberty. Not to mention that juicy ass of hers, warm and ripe like a goddamn fuckable peach. I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of those cheeks.”

“Shut up. You treat her like she’s some hottie from our school, but she’s not, she’s just my bitch mom.”

“Yeah, your bitch mom who I’d like to grab by her curly brown hair and make moan.”

“Fuck you.”

“Damn, you’re really mad, aren’t you?”

“She just orders me around and then responds so disproportionately.”

The sound of her turning on the shower echoed through the room. You could tell Jon was imagining her taking off her sticky gym clothes and running her soft white body under the steamy hot water.

“Well, have you ever tried to do something about it?” Jon asked.

“What do you mean?”

“If you don’t like the way she treats you, have you tried to do something about it?”

“Not fucking really,” I offered, “My dad is always out of town on business, I haven’t seen him in a month so there’s nothing I can really say to him. And since she provides my fucking bed, and cooks my meals, and gives me all my money, I don’t see what else I could do.”

“Have you tried something, well, a little more covert?” Jon grinned.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, quizzically.

“You could always fuck with her secretly,” he suggested, “Fart on her pillow. Piss in her shampoo. Cum in her food.”

“That’s fucking disgusting,” I told him, “I’m not cumming in my mom’s food.”

“I’ll do it,” Jon offered a little too eagerly, standing up from his seat and heading to the kitchen. “This is your mom’s coconut milk, right? The one only she drinks?”

“Yeah,” I said, still unsure of what to think as he walked back to the couch carrying it, “It’s not like there’s anyone in this house but me and her, and I’m not drinking any of that healthy crap.”

“That’s good,” he said, sitting back down, “Just let me take care of it then.”

I don’t know why I wasn’t more surprised when Jon whipped out his dick right there. I had never seen escort ataköy my friend’s penis before, but since he was black, I guess I always just expected it was on the larger side. He seemed to have no shame about pouring a little of the milk into his palm and beginning to stroke fiercely his soft black cock.

I opened my mouth to start to offer an objection, but Jon shushed me down. I shrugged. Maybe this would be funny.

For a while, the only sounds were the running hot water, some small echoes of her high pitched singing voice as she washed her body, and the rhythmic slap as Jon beat his meat across from me.

Jon finally broke the silence, asking me strainedly, “Can you hand me that?” He was pointing at a framed photo on the table beside me.

“Uhh, sure,” I said, grabbing it. It was a photo of my mom from the summer, her brown curly hair at her shoulder, big sunglasses over her face, and she was completely bare save for a striking blue bikini that left most of her white fit body exposed.

I handed the image of my mom to my friend, and he licked his lips staring at it. The whoosh of his hand on his cock became louder. I tapped my fingers, waiting patiently and watching my friend beat off, until he flashed me a smile.

“Here we go,” he said, dipping the head of his hard cock into the mouth of the coconut milk jug. Stroking just softly at the base, he writhed his legs and began to cum, and I could hear the splash as the jets of cum hit the liquid in the container, splash after splash after splash.

With the sounds of my mom’s shower still present, he removed his softening cock from the milk jug, and wiped the excess jizz on its lips. “Just making sure we get it all in,” he reassured me.

Putting the cap back onto the jug, he shook it a few times vigorously before putting his spent cock back in his pants and zipping up.

“Perfect,” he said, standing up to return the jug to the refrigerator, “Just wait until she drinks this.”

I allowed myself a hearty laugh. Whatever reservations I had had, they seemed to disappear when I realized how funny this secret punishment would be.

We had started playing another video game when my mom walked in, finished with her shower. Her curly brown hair was still slightly wet, but she had on a casual low cut black-and-white-striped dress that hugged her body tightly and left a fair amount of cleavage with her moderate boobs.

“I think videogame time is over,” she said, coming over the couch, “I want to watch tv.”

“But mom, we just began,” I retorted angrily.

“Hush,” she uttered dismissively, “I need you to start to fix dinner anyway.”

I groaned and stood up, and she took my place on the couch, reclining fully again with the remote.

“You don’t mind Jon, do you?” she asked politely in her cute high pitched voice.

“No ma’am,” answered my grinning friend, who seemed happy to get to stare at her body in that finely fitting dress.

From the kitchen, I could see into the television room where the two watched. I began going through the fridge, filling a pot of water to boil, and fixing a salad. When I looked up, my friend had joined my mom on the couch, her knees bent and curled down to make room for him with her reclined outstretched body. When I had fished the pasta out of the water and strained it, she had switched positions, so that her curly head of hair was now squat in his lap with her feet outstretched to the other side. She was on her side to see the television, which must have given Jon a full view down the cleavage of her dress.

“Well,” Jon said, starting to stand up, patting my mom on her hips so that she’d move her head from his warm lap, “I should be going home. Thanks for letting me spend time over, Mrs. Brown.”

“Don’t mention it,” my mom politely squealed, grabbing a pillow to replace where her head was resting.

“See you later, man,” Jon said to me, winking as I finished making dinner.

A few minutes passed and I had everything ready. My mom stood up lazily from where she had been resting on the couch and sat down at the dinner table. I had everything on the table already.

“Can you grab my coconut milk?” called my mom, sitting down. I froze, but then smiled to myself and grabbed the tampered jug from the fridge.

I ate my pasta slowly, watching her carefully from across the table. So far she had opened the jug, poured its spunky liquid into her glass, but she hadn’t taken a sip. She looked tired, and she twirled her pasta with her fork into small bites.

Finally, she swallowed a small bite, and then reached for the glass. I began to feel nervous, what if she could taste it? What would I say? Should I stop her now? How would I explain myself?

But I was too late. She parted her dainty lips and let the white milk flow into her mouth and down her throat. I could see each gulp as it passed into her body. She downed the glass of my friend’s cum in that one go; she had to pour herself more from the on-hand jug.

Not escort avcılar only did she not seem to notice the tons of jizz my friend had squirted in her beverage, it seemed to wake her up a bit. She smiled at me chipperly after, asked me about my day, and started being not a total bitch to me for the first time all afternoon.

But every time she reached for the glass and took a gulp, I couldn’t help but imagine my friend’s big black cock right next to her mouth. She was opening her gullet and letting him shove that black cock in, convulse between her lips, and send his white sticky seed into her body. Every time she took a sip of his cum, that was all I could see.

The meal finished, my mom offered to finish the dishes, but then she was heading out to meet some friends. I sat with her, her cleavage wobbling in that dress as she cleaned each dish, and then she leaned in to kiss me goodbye before she left.

Reluctantly, I let her plant a big wet one on my cheek, but then the moment she left I scrubbed my face hard in the bathroom.

My mom drank that coconut milk for breakfast, she had a glass with lunch, after the gym, and with dinner. Every time she took it out of the fridge, an evil smile spread across my face as I watched her unwillingly consume all that semen squirted from my friend’s sweaty cock and balls. When I told Jon how much she was drinking, he smiled widely and gave me a big high five.

When she had gulped down the entire jug and started a new one, Jon simply defiled that one too. Every time Jon came over now, we waited until my mom was out of the house or in the other room and I would sit across from Jon as he held the bikini photo of my mom and squeezed out a fat sticky load for her to drink down.

In the next few weeks, not only did my mom not notice that her drinks were full of Jon’s cum, but she seemed to drink even more. I had never really paid attention to how much she drank, but these days, it felt like she was always pouring herself a big glass of my friend’s cum and then licking the excess white milk off her puffy lips.

It became a common sight to come home and see my mom, sweaty and half naked from the gym, gulping down the defiled white liquid right from the jug, a small trail dripping from the corner of her petite mouth.

Jon never seemed to tire of dipping his cockhead into the liquid and filling it up with some warm new nutrients for my mom.

After a few weeks of cumming in her milk, we devised new tricks. Jon came in her shampoo, in her yoghurt containers, in her special margarine and her egg beaters and her salad dressing. Pretty soon, almost everything my mom ate or drank was diluted with the sticky white mess Jon dripped from his cock every time he visited. Pretty soon, I joked, he might as well just ejaculate right onto her face.

There came to be one day, though, when things got too far. I slept in instead of picking up some dry cleaning that my mom needed, and she was so furious that she took my Xbox and sold it on the internet.

“What a goddamn bitch!” I steamed to Jon that afternoon, “I want to punish her fucking so hard for this.”

Jon laughed. “I can make an extra big wad for her today,” he said, eager to start her punishment, “I’ll give her a second serving of nut butter in her cream cheese.”

“No, that’s not going to work this time,” I responded furiously, “We can’t keep being covert. We have to teach her a lesson, show her that she can’t just be such a bitch this time.”

“What, like blackmail her? Get her to buy you a new Xbox?” Jon suggested.

“Yeah, that’s it exactly!”

I started rambling about how we were going to find something on her, something that would put her on her knees in front of us and get her to stop being such a bitch.

“I don’t know what you’re expecting to find,” Jon noted, “Your mom doesn’t do anything except work out.”

I wasn’t sure either. So one Saturday, Jon and I put on some baggy clothes and decided to follow my mom around, see what kind of shit she might be doing. In the early morning, we tailed her to the gym, watching her from a bench across the room. Her fit body moving rhythmically on the treadmill seemed to capture Jon’s attention. When we were up front, he was staring at her jiggling cleavage, glistening with sweat in the tight sports bra. Then from behind, her swaying hips and succulent ass was making my friend drool. I frowned.

We watched her do her exercises, spreading and twisting her body on a yoga mat into all sorts of contortions. She arched her back and stuck her ass in the air. She spread her legs and thrust upwards and down. She even stretched her back such that the tips of her buoyant butt cheeks began to peek out of her elastic pants.

We had to drive extra fast to get back home before she did, but we succeeded. Jon and I sat on the couch, watching her drink down her coconut milk before she sashayed over to her room to strip and take a shower.

When my mom emerged from the shower in a blue escort küçükçekmece blouse tied at her chest so that her middriff was bare, we began to worry that this really was all she did all day. Jon stayed for dinner, watching her spread her tainted margarine onto toast, gulping down his cum in her coconut milk.

After dinner, though, my bare stomach mom told us she was heading out to the mall to do some shopping.

“Now’s our chance,” I said to my friend, hurrying to get in my car and follow her. We had to speed to catch up to her, but we were able to get on her tail.

She parked by a big department store, and Jon stepped out of the passenger door.

“You wait here,” he said, “in case I lose her and she comes out. I’ll go in a track her there.”

I parked in a spot looking over my mom’s empty vehicle, and waited with the engine running.

After a few minutes, he texted me a photo of her alone, going down an escalator. “Keep up the surveillance,” I texted back.

The next photo came a few minutes later: my mom looking at dresses, a pretty saleswoman in a short skirt helping her sort through the walls of clothes. She was carrying a few more bags; it looked like she had bought a few things.

Eventually, Jon sent me a photo from fairly up close of my mom in the beach shop, looking at red, orange, and blue bikinis: small strips of fabric on even smaller hangers. The next shot was her stepping out of a dressing room in just the tiny red bikini, her fit body glowing in the store lights and the handsome young clerk smiling and nodding, urging her to purchase the sexy garment.

Jon didn’t sent me any more messages after that, and I began to worry. I stared back and forth between the empty car and the entrance to the mall.

Finally, when the mall was about to close, out came my smiling mom, walking almost arm and arm with my also-smiling friend Jon. He was carrying a ton of her bags, many of them from the beach shop, and her arms were full too. Under the lights of the empty night parking lot, my big black friend and petite white mom laughed and made their way to her car.

When I was on the road, following my mom back home, Jon finally texted me.

“sry, she saw me and i hd to play it cool”.

“Whatever,” I shrugged, and headed back home after my mom.

When I got in, she was in the kitchen pouring Jon a glass of water and pouring herself a glass of the heavily tainted semen soaked milk. She explained to me how funny it was to run into my friend at the mall, and how much of a charmer he was to help her carry her bags.

My friend grinned as my sexy mom lauded him, and I only slightly frowned.

The next day, my mom was out, and Jon was jacking off into her milk. This time, he used the photos of her on his phone from the day before, showing me how many more he had taken once my mother had noticed him and enlisted his help in picking out swimsuits.

He had photos of my mom in sexy outfits, from the small blue bikinis she loved to some slim party dresses, sexy small gym wear, and even a few in some risque lingerie. My mom played the wonderful model the entire time, giving my friend and his camera a seductive glare, radiant with mature desire.

“So yesterday was a bust,” I said after my friend had finished cumming and stuffed his junk back in his pants.

“Maybe not,” he said to me, smiling.

“How so?”

“Well, I got to spend some nice time with your mom,” he reminded me, “And we were talking a lot. She’s a nice woman, very fun and very sexy. I’m sure she does all kind of embarrassing things that she would eventually dish to me if she and I got closer.”

I thought about his proposal. It felt wrong and dirty to give my blessing for this big black friend to prey on my mother, but I couldn’t think of any good reason to object. And it wasn’t like I could stop him now.

My life changed after that. I almost barely saw my friend anymore. He would still stop by to play maybe one round of games, cum in my mom’s milk, and then say goodbye, but mostly, he was out with my mom. They went to the gym together, she modelled more and more outfits for him. It wasn’t unusual to get a text from her that she and he had gone out to lunch, or to the beach for a day in the sun, or even clubbing late into the night. I remember a time she and he came home, she was piss drunk and stumbling around the kitchen with her dress hiked up nearly to her waist and he was laughing. But every time I asked him if he finally had the information, he just said not yet.

He began spending even more time around my house, just not with me. I would play video games alone, and they would be in her room, the door closed. I wondered how hard he was working to get that information. Sometimes, I would come out of my room in the middle of the night and he would be sleeping on the couch, having spent late nights up with my mother, but eventually, he just slept in her room since my dad was always gone and I’d see him making breakfast in the morning. I asked him what he did in there, behind those closed doors with my mom, but he just told me it was boring stuff and I should wait.

Finally, I had enough. He and my mom were outside by the pool, her in a pink bikini on a lounging chair and he swimming laps around the water. I called for my mom to help me with something inside, when I pulled her aside and confronted her.

A day shopping trip with her boyfriend and an unknowing surprise for me.

*****

Carole sat on the bench inside the department store changing room. Her short skirt was hiked to her waist and he panties laid on the floor as she teased her hard, swollen clit. She had sworn off skirts and dresses years earlier and had been wearing loose baggy clothes to hide her body in recent years but Harold liked it when she dressed sexy and as her confidence grew she began to acquiesce to his wishes.

Her pretty brown eyes gazed up at the dark skinned muscle bound man standing before her and she smiled as she grabbed hold of his impressive cock with her free hand. She had secretly fantasized almost exclusively about black men since she was in her teens and twenties but she had never been in an interracial coupling before meeting him.

God you are beautiful, she purred. Her tongue flicked from her lips like a snakes tongue and she dragged it up the underside of his beautiful dick tasting his salty essence. Her eyes closed and an expression of pure bliss washed across her face as she took her lovers cock into her eager mouth. He had thick powerful legs and big strong arms. He was a shade older than she was but he was still in good shape, albeit with a slight belly, and he was without question one of the sexiest men she’d ever been with.

They had been engaged in a torid affair for just two weeks and she had already had more sex with him than she’d had with her husband had in the last 12 months. They had fucked in every conceivable position and anywhere possible: in his condo; at her house; in his car and hers; and even outdoors in a local park.

Harold placed his hands on both escort ataköy sides of Carole’s head and sighed softly. She had been relatively inexperienced sucking cock when the affair began but she was enthusiastic and a surprisingly fast learner. He eased her lips down his cock until it touched the back of her throat making her gag and he held it there until tears streamed down her rosy red cheeks.

He was a strong, naturally dominant man, like her husband, but unlike Jeremy his dominance and aggression transferred to the bedroom. She had felt instantly safe when he took charge and she loved how he showered her with compliments and doted on her every wanton desire.

Are you ready for some dark meat? He asked as he fisted his big black cock. He’d learned early on that one of her most powerful mental triggers had been to play up the race angle of their relationship.

She had been raised in a medium sized town in New England. It was a somewhat affluent area with minimal diversity despite its location relatively to the capital city. Her parents and grandparents were somewhat racist and as a result she’d never even considered dating a black boy in high school or college despite her intense attraction towards them.

Yes Baby, she hissed softly. She had heard people coming and leaving from the changing rooms around them and with no lock and a thin slotted panel door the risk of being caught was not insignificant.

Carole leaned back on the bench and spread her legs while Harold knelt between her splayed thighs. She had thick pale legs, full hips and big natural d cup breasts.

Her eyes rolled back and a low guttural escort avcılar moan escaped her pursed lips as he entered her. He had the biggest, thickest dick she’d ever seen or touched and she’d instantly become addicted to it. She was well aware that his cock was not indicative of all black men, but her boyfriend was packing a big beautiful cock and she loved it.

Quiet Baby Girl, he said pushing his thick finger into her open mouth to quiet her urgent mews.

She sucked eagerly on his digit tasting the faint flavor or her juices on his flesh. He had fingered her pussy while she drove them to the mall teasing her needy sex and worked her into a frothy lather. She’d had more sex than ever but she had developed a ravenous, insatiable hunger for more.

Carole had met him at his place and she’d wanted to fuck right away but he’d had other ideas. He’d fingered her while they drove and she’d almost crashed her car when she climaxed. Then they’d gone to lunch which was scary and exhilarating because they were not far from her home and the chance of being seen by someone she knew, while remote, was greater than zero.

Harold pulled his fingers from her mouth and picked up her soiled panties from the floor. He stuffed the fragrant silk thong into her mouth and then began thrusting his hips hard and fast. His body slapped against hers and she gritted her teeth to quiet her urgent pleas. Her painted pink nails raked down his broad muscular back and she pushed back to meet his big thrusting cock.

He was big enough that he could hit bottom inside of her in any position. It had hurt a little at first but she was always escort küçükçekmece drenched when she was with him so it had never been unbearable and the more they fucked the more she knew that she needed a man with a big dick to be truly sexually satisfied.

Carole felt a powerful climax approaching like a freight train and she clutched at his strong body. Her body quivered and quaked and her pussy gripped his thrusting cock, milking it as intense waves of pleasure washed over her.

His breathing labored and she locked her legs behind his taut ass holding his deep. Her eyes closed and she stifled a shrill squeal as her juices soaked his pelvis and the bench below her fat ass. She loved to feel his cum splash deep inside her still fertile womb and she panted like a bitch in heat as he erupted inside her filling her still fertile womb.

Carole sighed and he resumed thrusting hard into her soiled cunt until he started to wilt. He pulled his spent cock from her pussy and she willingly lapped their combined juices from his softening dick. She had never willingly swallowed her husband’s cum, much less Jeremy’s cum mixed with her juices, but she had ingested more than a half dozen of Harold’s loads in just two weeks and he’d cum inside her pussy more than that in their short time together.

They slipped from the dressing room, narrowly missing the attendant, and they giggled on their way out of the store.

Later that evening Carole let Jeremy unknowingly lick Harold’s cum from her well fucked pussy. She had tried to stop him by claiming that she didn’t feel fresh but he was insistent and her reinvigorated sexual appetite had won out.

It was the first time her husband had gone down on her after she’d been with Harold and she’d been petrified that he would figure out that something was amiss. But Jeremy was oblivious to the mess between her legs aside from his comment about how wet she was and she routinely let him go down on her after that regardless of how many loads Harold had left inside of her.

“Another hour, another meeting”, Thina silently thought as she was driving to meet with yet another client.

All though she loved her job she couldn’t help but be annoyed by the amount of time she spent on the road, driving from meeting to meeting. This particular client, however, was one of her favorites. She had actually gotten her current job through them. She had been their account manager with her previous employer and when the client decided to change advertising agencies they had recommended her to their new agency, her current employer.

The client was a big bank and Thina’s current and previous agency handled their entire portfolio from personal banking to the investment arm of the bank. The bank’s marketing team was a pleasure to deal with – they knew what they were doing, translated their vision of the bank and its business units into crystal clear briefs, and they were really a bunch of fun-loving and highly intelligent individuals. Every advertising account managers dream.

Today’s meeting was for a new campaign for the private banking division. They has been voted the “Best Private Bank” in the country for the third time in a row and they wanted to make some noise about it.

Today’s meeting was going to be a “heavy one” as Stella, the bank’s marketing and advertising director, had put it. Apparently the Private Bank unit’s new business director and strategy manager were going to attend the meeting, as well as the unit’s marketing manager.

As much as Thina knew this client’s business in and out she just could not wait for the meeting to come and go.

“It’s Friday, this is my fourth and last meeting today and I promised a colleague I’d attend her dinner birthday celebrations tonight. Lord please let this meeting go smoothly”, Thina silently prayed.

“Thina, so glad to see you again”, said Stella as she hugged Thina.

“Always happy to see you too, boss lady. And you definitely have to take me with you next time you go shopping. You look stunning, as always”, replied Thina.

“Thank you. I promise I will as soon as you deliver a brilliant campaign for the Private Bank. They’re such a pain. Don’t get me wrong, they make a lot of money for the company but I don’t understand why “the suits” have to attend meetings with the advertising agency. Their marketing manager knows their business, strategy, positioning, and mission in and out, so do I and ….”,

Before Stella could finish her sentence she was interrupted by:

“Stella, should we start?”

“Of course Erik. Let me introduce you to Thina, our advertising account manager from Rainmaker, our advertising agency.

“Erik, I’m Thina Kana, it’s a pleasure to meet you”, said Thina as she shook his hand and give him her business card.

Erik carefully studied the business card: “So you’re Tina, just spelled with an H?”, he replied, never bothering to look at Thina as he spoke.

“Yes, T-H-I-N-A, silent H, that’s me.

“Ok, Tina with an H. I’m Erik with a “K”. Erik Bekker.

As the meeting progressed

Erik:

“Hmm, I like this Thina chick. She’s smart and so articulate.

“Her lips…and those eyes, they open up when she speaks excitedly. But actually they’re shaped almost like an Asian person’s eyes.”

“I don’t think we’ll have a problem working with her – she’s very easy on the eye and she’s asking all the right questions. I also like the direction she’s suggesting we take for this campaign.”

Erik was snapped out of his thoughts by the sudden and embarrassing realization that he had a hard-on.

“Great. Nice one Erik. Now you have to make sure the meeting drags on a little longer so that your rampant pecker can settle down”

He shifted uncomfortably on his chair, thinking about how embarrassing his situation is and thanking God that no one can actually see it while they are all seated.

*****

“Thank god it’s over”, Thina said to herself as she drove home.

The meeting had been a long one. Erik, it turns out, is the new Private Bank Business Director – a sales director in layman’s terms. And he pretty much dictated the entire meeting. Thina had originally thought it strange when Stella mentioned that he and the strategy escort şişli manager would be attending the meeting. Normally she would just meet with Stella, who was in charge of the entire group’s marketing and advertising efforts, as well as the relevant business unit’s marketing manager. But as soon as the meeting started she understood why “the suits” were there. Erik basically drove the meeting. He first explained why he and the Strategy Manager were there – to explain their business to Thina and to make sure that she understood where they are coming from.

Five minutes into his presentation Thina had actually silently prayed for the return of the old Business Director, wherever he was….probably deployed to some other unit in the bank…he never attended any of the “advertising agency meetings” – Thina relied on Stella and the Private Bank’s marketing manager to brief her.

Erik the Nerd, hag prepared and gone through his presentation as if Thina didn’t know what the Private Bank was all about: how they handle the day-to-day banking needs of high nett-worth and high-income clients, how they are the investment advisors to these “special and highly valued clients” blah blah blah…

Every time Stella explained what their aim with the new campaign was, Erik would jump in with an explanation of how the Private Bank was doing blah blah blah to add to Stella’s statements.

“Thank God I read through the brief thoroughly and made notes of everything”, Thina had actually thought to herself.

*****

“You’re late”

“I’m so sorry, didn’t you get my text message? I sent you one telling you I’d be a little late. Long late-afternoon meeting. Then I had to go home, shower and change. Happy birthday girl. I got you something”, said Thina as she handed Michelle a wrapped gift.

“Thank you dahling, I forgive you for being late.”

“Thanks your highness”, replied Thina jokingly.

Michelle was a colleague of Thina’s. Today was her birthday and she had invited Thina along with a couple of others from work to join her and her friends for dinner to celebrate her birthday. The two had a good working relationship and got along very well at work but never socialized outside of work so Thina was very surprised when Michelle invited her to dinner, to celebrate her birthday.

*****

Dinner was going well. Michelle had also invited her friends and everyone was getting along just fine – lots of alcohol, girl talk about work, men/boyfriends, being single and joking around.

Thina excused herself to go to the bathroom and Michelle decided to go with her.

As she was waiting in a queue to go into the unisex cubicles, Erik the Nerd walked out of one of the cubicles.

Just as he finished washing his hands Thina decide she would say “hi” to him, he was her client after all. Just as he was passing her:

“Hi Erik with a K”

“Hi…”

“Thina….my name is Thina. Thina from Rainmaker. Thina with an H. I met with you and Stella this afternoon.” “God I need to stop talking too much”, she silently added.

“Oh, yes, Tina with an H. I can’t wait to see what your agency comes up with. We want to go big with this campaign, you know, make noise about the award we’ve just won – remind our clients why they’re with us. And make the other guys wonder why they’re not banking with us.”

“Oh I’m sure our creative team will exceed your expectations. We’ll get back to Stella next week and she’ll update you on what we’ve come up with.”

Thina silently noted that he was actually quite tall, something she never took note of this past afternoon. He also had grey eyes, also not noted this past afternoon, thanks to the spectacles he had been wearing Lovely grey eyes, piercing eyes. He also seemed friendlier – he had a smile, sort of. He wasn’t wearing a jacket and his hair was a little out of place. Maybe it was because they were outside of the work environment but he actually looked quite cute tonight.

“Hi Erik, I’m Michelle. I work with Thina.”

Thina, lost in her thoughts, had completely forgotten about Michelle, who was standing in the bathroom queue with her.

“Oh sorry, Michelle this is Erik from escort çapa FASN Bank, our valued client. Erik, this is my colleague Michelle”.

“Nice to meet you Michelle”, said Erik

“The pleasure is mine”, replied Michelle

“Are you ladies dining alone?”, Erik asked, his eyes actually darting from Thina’s C-cup breasts to Michelle’s smile.

“No, we’re with a few friends, celebrating Michelle’s birthday.”

“Oh, happy birthday Michelle.”

“Thank you Erik”

“Well, Thina with an H and Michelle, I’m afraid I’ve got to run back to my table”.

“Sure. Enjoy your evening”.

“I will, thanks. You too ladies. Especially the birthday girl.”

“Thanks Erik”, replied Michelle as she pushed Thina towards an empty cubicle.

“Ok, so you didn’t tell me your late-afternoon meeting was cute”, said Michelle as she stood up and pulled her panties up.

“Erik?”

“Yes, Erik. And he was checking you out Thina.”

“No Michelle, he wasn’t checking me out. We have to be friendly with each other, he’s my client . Besides, I don’t think I look like his type”.

“Ok, fine. Whatever”, added Michelle as she straightened out her long and straight blond hair.

*****

Erik:

“Thina with an H has a lovely breasts and her skin looks good against that deep green she’s wearing!”

“Lovely breasts? Hmmm, since when do you pay attention to black women and their breasts?”

“No, I’m not into black women. I just think she looks great. And she’s more laid back tonight, unlike this past afternoon. Besides she looks young.”

Erik was snapped out of his silent conversation with himself by the jeans-encased and nice backside of a woman walking past his table. As his eyes moved from her butt to the rest of her he realized that it was Thina, and Michelle was walking alongside her.

“From the gentleman two tables behind you”, said the waiter as he placed another around of drinks on the table.

Everyone in Thina’s table either turned and strained their eyes or just squinted and focused their eyes on the said table. At that very moment Erik raised his glass and silently mouthed “cheers”,

“Told you he was checking you out”, said Michelle

“Just because he bought a round of drinks doesn’t mean he’s checking me out.”

“Ok, fine whatever. I think you should go over and say thank you”.

“Why me? It’s your birthday and this round is for you…for your birthday.”

“No, it’s not. He doesn’t know me from a bar of soap. This is for you Thina.”

“Thina, Michelle, Ladies. This might be a bit forward of me but would you like to join my friends and I at our table?”

“Of course we will”, Michelle responded rapidly.

As the rest of the table were still trying to wrap their minds around Erik’s sudden appearance and question, Michelle was up, clutch bag under her arm and drink in hand, commanding everyone else to gather themselves and their belongings.

After Erik introduced himself and his colleagues to the ladies who had just joined them, Michelle took upon herself to do the same for the girls, mentioning Thina lastly and telling the whole table that Erik, the host, was Thina’s client.

******

Erik”

“Thina with an H smells good”

“Erik! You are into this black girl.”

“No, I’m not! She was sitting right next to me and she just smells good, that’s all. I could be smelling anyone from this distance or lack thereof.”

“Great another hard-on. What is she doing to me? This is the second time I’ve had such a reaction from her. What is she doing to me?

I have to stop talking to myself. Why does this woman make me have conversations with myself in my own head?

*****

After hours of getting to know each other, joking around and drinking, the party was dissolving. One by one people excused themselves to go home.

And when Thina excused herself to go home Erik found himself volunteering to walk her to her car. As they were snaking their way through the restaurant towards the door he felt compelled to wrap his arm around her waist but stopped himself.

“Let’s just stick to small talk and getting her to her car without escort bahçeşehir causing a scene”, he silently thought.

After reaching her car, she leaned against the door, facing him:

“Thank you, for walking me to my car and for inviting my friends and I to join you. We had a great time”, Thina said. “Why is he standing so close to me?”, she silently added.

Without any thought or doubt, Erik grabbed her, pulled her close to him and kissed her.

A long, deep, furious kiss.

Her initial shock made her unable to return his kiss but as soon as she regained her senses she found herself kissing him back. He held on to her tighter.

She lifted her one hand to the back of his head and shoved his face into hers.

She felt his hard-on and moaned.

His hands went for her butt. He pushed her against the car and her body made a sound as it slammed against it.

“You’re so sexy, Thina with an H”, Erik murmured while still kissing her.

“Uh huh”, she replied.

Realizing that her body was actually on fire, what with the deep passionate kissing and raging erection pressed against her; Thina decided that she needed to come up for air.

After what seemed like eternity, she pulled back and pushed him away. He looked at her, as if he expected her sudden rejection and said:

“Is there a particular reason why your name is spelt with a silent H, Tina with an H?

“My name is Xhosa, Thina means “us” – my parents waited a long while before they had me and they’re very much into this “us”, “all of one” and “one for all” thing. Basically one is nothing without the others, it’s all about “us”.

“Ok, that’s cool:, Erik replied, quickly realizing that he actually didn’t know any Xhosa at all. He felt a little ashamed that this ethnic language was foreign to him even though it’s so widely spoken in his country.

Why you are Erik with a K instead of a C?” she asked, sensing his sudden tensing. But he still stood so close to her she could feel his breath bounce against her skin.

“Oh, my father’s name is Hendrik and I’m sort of named after him. My elder brother is Hendrik Jr. My parents couldn’t exactly call me Endrik do they settled for Erik. I’m Afrikaner”.

“Ok. That’s nice”, Thina replied.

“Hey, I don’t want to keep you and get you in trouble with your boyfriend or something. I also have to go home soon. So goodnight Thina”, Erik shifted uneasily from one leg to the other as he said this.

“No one ‘s waiting up for me, it’s just me.”

“That’s good…I mean OK”

“Goodnight Erik. I had a great time”

“Me too. Goodnight”, Erik hugged her as he said this.

******

Erik

“Idiot. You kiss her , nearly rip her clothes off in the middle of a parking lot, and then make small talk about your names? Is that the best you can do”, Erik asked himself as he walked to his car.

“Now she probably thinks you’re weird.”

“Get a grip of yourself, she a beautiful and smart black woman. She’s probably not into you. Besides, thanks to the history of this country you live in almost all black people probably hate your people, the Afrikaners…they blame you for apartheid and their centuries of suffering.”

“She so sexy and beautiful and easy to talk to though. I get a hard on practically everytime I focus on her for more than two minutes.”

“Why didn’t I hang out with more black people when I was growing up maybe if I used to their company and cultures this feeling that this woman gives me wouldn’t feel so damn…”

“God she sexy, I wonder how she is.”

“Have to check is she got home safe.”

Meanwhile, Thina was also having a mini conversation with herself as she drove home:

“That was weird. He’s a client and he’s white!”

“But he’s so good looking and such a good kisser.”

“Easy girl, this was a once-off thing. Next week you have to be on top of your game again at work. So forget tonight.”

Just as she reached her apartment, she got a text message:

HOPE U GOT HOME SAFE, ERIK.

“I DID, THANKS” was her response.

After walking into her apartment, as she was kicking her shoes off, another text message: I ALSO WENT HOME AFTER SEEING YOU OFF. YOU’RE GOOD KISSER THINA. GOODNIGHT.

Her response: SO ARE YOU ERIK. GOODNIGHT

That night both Erik could not sleep. All he could think about was Thina and his dick was as hard as a rock. After getting up and taking a cold shower in the crazy hours of the night he went back to bed but he still could not get any sleep.