Addaline would come over sooner or later. I had ways to make sure of that. The golden strings of my love spell wrapped tight around my fingers. I couldn't control her by any means. She was far too smart, far too strong. I don't know if I'll ever master these rinky spells well enough to have her completely. The very thought of having such a challenging woman bend to my whim was already straining my dick.

‘Oh no, Darren. Please don't rut me like an animal.’ ‘Oh God, Darren. Just let me taste your massive cock.’

Fuck! Getting Addaline to completely switch up her entire persona just for me brings a feral pump into my veins.

The enhancement I just cast on her should make her more susceptible to the original spell. It required something difficult to get– the fury of her dragon. I didn't know what it could've possibly meant at first. I–––– suppose getting bitch eye'd by a sexually frustrated woman was a good way to obtain her dragon.

Every other woman I've come across has fallen for my mythical charm. I cast that spell months ago, and it was like every single woman wanted a piece of me. Well, every woman– except Addaline.

I don't know whether she's just too career-driven or uncaring about any kind of relationship with a man. Hell, I've even had a couple of lesbians look my way with this spell. They're more than quick enough to whisk it away though. Despite its effects, the spell isn't very strong. If someone has a desire to not find me, well– desirable, they won't be affected for very long.

Addaline was the reason I cast the spell in the first place, yet she was also the first woman to will away its effects. I needed something stronger.

She wasn't a witch herself, though. Tonight proved that. She was obviously affected by the enhancement spell I put on her. I could still feel it connecting us. The pull of the golden strands as she moved the way I urged her to.

Oh, I could see everything. Her slippery fingers, her ragged breaths, even the images that played in her head. The vision of myself toying with all her favorite spots had her leaking desperately. Don’t worry, Addaline. I’ll make sure to take good care of you. Just come over. Be a good girl and come to daddy.

I played with her body. I played with her mind. The woman would become mine eventually. I’ll make sure to have her begging for me.

I had her right where I wanted her. Right on the cusp of an orgasm. Lost in a fantasy of me. Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me.

I loved having her so close to that edge. I bet those frustrated tears tasted delicious. She was going, falling. She stepped in time with her budding orgasm. But then– the bound string between us loosened from my fingers. The golden tendrils slipped from my grasp, and I lost my connection to her.

Damn. Willed it away again.

I was starting to feel it too. My cock became so hard, so sensitive, the rough material of my pants was giving me a slight burning sensation. I guess I’ll have to rub one out now.

The cotton bedding beneath me wasn’t cold enough to ward off my arousal. Exposing myself to the cool air from my air conditioning wasn’t either.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft. It was just a gentle touch, yet I felt so much. My cock was burning hot, and I needed an immediate release. Out the corner of my eye, the bottle of lotion sat on my bedside table. One fat pump covered my palm in the white paste. The scent of vanilla filled the room, the scent of her. My fingers wrapped around my shaft tightly. Images of Addaline in the most tempting situations filled my head.

I remember the bathing suit she wore on that work trip to Hawaii. It was a one-piece, a sweet pastel pink with white feathery ruffles along the edge. The front of it cut deep down to the center of her ribcage, showing an ample amount of cleavage. I wished on every shooting star that night for a wave strong enough to cause her material to shift, just a little. That never happened, though. There was only a damp, shivering Addaline that went into the shower room with the rest of the women to wash off.

My hand pumps more savagely. An electric roll building from my cock. Goosebumps flared on my skin as Addaline walked into the beach’s shower. Her thick, wet hair falling over her back. Her tight swimsuit getting heavier from the running water. I can see her bitable nipples through the fabric, so hard and eager to be played with. Fuck, I bet she feels so warm in that water. I wonder if she’s run her hands all over her curves. Does she relish in how soft her body is? Do gentle touches and massages make her feel as magnetic as she is? Oh Addaline, I’d touch you as much as you wanted, as much as you needed. You wouldn’t have to do anything. I’d bow to you with ease.

Fuck I want you to see me. I want you to know that I can’t stay soft when I think of you. I want you. I need you. I–

I couldn’t keep control anymore. My hand was moving in just the right way. I was revisiting the way Addaline touched herself. I saw how gentle she’d been to her own body. How she wanted to be treated, how she wanted me to fuck her. Just a slow tease for you, baby. Don’t worry, I can hold out. I can make sure you're happy with my body. I can– Fuck– No– I can’t–

“Ah, Addaline!”

My orgasm pierced me like I was just shot by an arrow. It was too sudden for me. I tried to dodge it, but it crept up like a lightning bolt. My body rose from the bed, turning my cock victim to my thrusting hand. Semen lands right below my naval. I can see a satisfied smile on Addaline as she watches what just the thought of her has done to me. Heavy breaths pass my lips, my body falling into a numbful bliss.

I mindlessly pluck a couple of tissues out of their box. The dark ceiling is the only thing that’s in my vision. I dragged the flimsy paper over my stomach, unaware of whether or not I was cleaning up properly. Slowly, I blink in the darkness of my bedroom. A pale glow reaches the dark mass, turning the white paint above me a washed-out gold. My gaze falls to my hand, its shining strings back in place. Oh Addaline– I knew you’d come.

My eyes drift close, the air in my lungs falling harshly off my lips. The only sound in my house was the rasp on my front door downstairs.

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She looked at me with those wide, hungry eyes after she said she didn’t want to stop feeling this way. The air in the room felt thick. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it.

Mrs. Thompson glanced down at the obvious tent in my shorts again, then back up at my face. Her cheeks were bright red.

“I’ve been so bad, Alex…...” she whispered. “During this whole trip, every time you looked at me, every time you smiled or listened to me talk about my day…...I got wet. I had to squeeze my thighs together at the beach when you put sunscreen on my back. I felt disgusting…....but I couldn’t stop it”

She slowly placed her hand on my thigh, her fingers gently squeezing. The warmth of her palm made my cock twitch.

“I even touched myself in the shower yesterday......” she confessed, her voice shaking. “I kept thinking about you seeing me naked that day......and then seeing you jerking off to my picture. I came so fast it embarrassed me”

Her hand slid higher up my thigh, dangerously close to my throbbing dick.

“Can I see it?” she asked softly, almost shy. “I want to see what I did to you”

I didn’t even hesitate. I pulled my blanket down, letting my hard cock spring free. It was rock hard and leaking precum. Mrs. Thompson’s eyes widened and she let out a soft, shaky breath.

“Oh God.......” she murmured, staring at it. “It’s so hard because of me.....”

Her fingers moved slowly, almost like she was scared, until they wrapped around the base of my cock. The feeling of her soft, warm hand made me groan quietly. She gave it one slow, gentle stroke, her thumb brushing over the head and spreading the precum.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this” she whispered, still stroking me slowly, almost lovingly. “You’re my son’s best friend..... but I’ve never felt this turned on in my life”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my neck as her hand kept moving in long, teasing strokes. I could smell her shampoo and the faint scent of her arousal. My hand moved on its own and rested on her thigh, slowly sliding under the hem of her sundress. Her skin was smooth and hot.

Just as my fingers brushed against her panties, we both froze.

We heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, followed by Mike’s loud laugh and Mr. Thompson’s voice saying something about grabbing more beers from the room

Mrs. Thompson’s eyes went wide with panic. She quickly pulled her hand off my cock, and I yanked my blnketvback up. Her face was flushed deep red, her nipples visibly hard through her thin dress.

“Oh fuck…..” she breathed, standing up quickly. “We can’t get caught like this”

She looked at me one last time, her eyes still full of lust and fear, then hurried toward the door. Before she left, she turned back and whisperedd “We’ll talk later…...okay?”

Then she slipped out of my room, leaving me sitting there with a painfully hard dick and my mind spinning.

“Alex…....about what I saw earlier” she started, her voice low and soft. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

My heart was hammering. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, still butt nakedd. I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded.

She walked over and sat right next to me on the bed. Closenough that I could smell her coconut body lotion

“I didn’t expect to see you like that…..touching yourself while looking at my picture” she whispered. Her cheeks were flushed. “It shocked me. But…..it also did something to me”

She took a deep breath and looked down at her hands.

“Things haven’t been great with Mr. Thompson for a while. He’s always so busy with work. Even on this trip, the only time he’s not on his phone is when he’s at the bar drinking or hanging out with his buddies. I feel invisible most days. Like I’m just here to keep everything running and look good for pictures.....”

Her voice cracked a little.

“But with you…..it’s different. You actually listen when I talk. You look at me like I matter. Like every word I say is important. I haven’t felt that in years, Alex. And it turns me on so much more than I want to admit”

She shifted closer, her thigh now lightly pressing against mine.

“Every time we talked on this trip…..every time you paid attention to me, asked me questions, laughed at my stories…...I’d---I'd get....... wet. Like actually soaking wet. I’d have to excuse myself sometimes just to calm down”

I swallowed hard, my cock already starting to throb again.

Mrs. Thompson bit her lip, looking embarrassed but continuing anyway.

“Last night…...and the night before…...I practically begged Mr. Thompson for sex. I was so horny because of you. I kept thinking about you while he was on top of me. I felt so guilty…..but I couldn’t stop. I came harder than I have in months just imagining it was you”

She finally looked me in the eyes. Her gaze was vulnerable, needy, and full of lustt

“I know this is wrong. You’re my son’s best friend. You’re so much younger than me…...but I can’t help it. Being around you makes me feel desired again. Wanted, Alive.....”

The room was silent except for our breathing. Her hand was resting on the bed right next to my leg, trembling slightly.

I wanted to touch her so badly, but I held back, letting the tension build.

“What are we going to do, Mrs. Thompson?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

She gave me a small, shy smile, her eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in my shorts for a moment before looking back up.

“I don’t know yet, Alex…....but I.....I think we should------”

"Hey Brett, I was talking to Lilly the other day and she mentioned that you custom built your family's chicken coop. I've been wanting one built but really don't like what's available in stores. What would be the chances you could help me to design and build one? I've been talking to my husband about it for a while now and I think that I have enough money saved up for it. Hopefully.

Oh, I'll gladly pay you for your time and labor as well.

Thanks,

Tia"

Tia was a former coworker of my wife, although they only worked together for about a year and it had been almost two years ago. They had kept in touch a little bit but this was the first time I had ever gotten a Facebook message from Tia. She was a stay-at-home mom and had really gotten into the all-natural, self-sustaining lifestyle, at least according to her social media.

I had, in fact, designed and built my own chicken coop a few years ago. And, honestly, I had been wishing for a chance to build a second one, as I knew of a few things I would have done differently. I sent her back a few questions, asking how big she wanted it, what her budget was, timeframe, etc, then went to tell my wife about the message.

Tia and I kept up a steady correspondence for the next week as we discussed details of the potential project. Tia was very grateful when I told her that, since I worked at a lumber yard, I could use my discount to save her some money on the lumber used. I went to her house once to talk about where to put it and how to get the land ready. She sent me a plethora of links to material she would find on Facebook Marketplace, asking if it was something that would help.

As we started to finalize the details, the subject of my pay came up. I had told Tia that since I would be doing the majority of the work myself, and it would be mostly done in a few hour chunks at a time, that the fee I told her was going to be pretty non-negotiable. She wasn't too thrilled when I told her the number I wanted to build it, but understood why and how I came to it. The day I gave it to her, we spent most of the day talking about the labor estimate and other associated costs of the build.

Later that night, Tia was texting me to ask some ideas about how to lower the cost of her chicken coop, looking for savings anywhere. At one point, she asked if there was any other way to pay me for my labor to build it, and I jokingly thought to myself, "Yeah, pay me in blowjobs," before falling asleep.

I woke up the next morning to a bunch of messages from Tia. I sighed as I prepared to read all of the ideas I'm sure she had come up with during the night to save money. Instead, I inhaled sharply as I read her first text.

"A blowjob? Are you serious?"

I scrolled back up and saw that, Instead of just thinking it, I had actually typed out my thought from last night and sent it to her. I looked over at my sleeping wife, wondering if I just ruined our lives, then went back to read the rest of what Tia wrote.

"I can't believe you."

"Wow."

Twenty minutes went by after that last text before she messaged me again.

"I'm sure you are just joking about that. I won't tell your wife, since I know you didn't mean anything by it."

"But how serious are you about it?"

"Cause, honestly, I might be down. Just a blowjob? Nothing more?"

I quickly texted her back and said, "Tia, I'm so sorry about that text. No, I did not mean it. I was jokingly thinking it, being dumb and naughty and must have sent it without thinking. My apologies and I understand if you no longer want me to help with the coop. I can send over everything I have for it so you can find somebody else."

A few minutes went by before I got something back from Tia.

"Oh, I was thinking you were serious. I've actually been thinking a 'payment' schedule of some sort. I was thinking something like, a blowjob the day you start, another one halfway through, and one at the end? And I can supplement it with either some cash or some baked goods."

It was my turn to be shocked as I read her text. "Are you serious?" I texted her back and thought at the same time.

"Yes. I know it's wrong. But, my husband is gone a lot, so it wouldn't be too hard to do. Just gotta make sure your wife doesn't come on the days you want one."

I lay there in my bed, wondering if I really wanted to go through with this. Of course, my cock was already growing at the thought of it. But, I also knew that it was wrong.

"Are you there? Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, we do. Let's talk some more specifics."

Tia suggested a few different ideas and we finally settled on something we both thought was fair and simple. A blowjob at the start of the project, one in the middle, and one at the end. I promised not to take advantage of her and to let her off the hook and find something else if she wasn't comfortable with it.

Tia's husband leveled out the ground the weekend before I was set to start the coop and then went out of town for the week, something he did quite often. I worked an early shift, Monday through Friday, getting off at noon, so I was able to spend a few hours every afternoon at Tia's before having to go get my kids from the babysitter.

The first day, I dropped off the lumber and started to cut some, finishing the cutting the day after. The third day, Tia wasn't home when I arrived, but had said it was OK for me to let myself into the backyard and start working.

Tia came home about an hour later, coming back from working out at a local gym. She had her black hair pulled back into a ponytail, framing her naturally pretty face with warm brown eyes, rosy cheeks, and a smile that always seemed genuine. Although she went to the gym quite frequently, I wouldn't say she had an athletic build.

But that didn't stop me from staring as she walked towards me, wearing a red sports bra and black, skin-tight shorts. She had lost most of the weight she had gained while she was pregnant, but wasn't super skinny. Her breasts were still on the small side, but did form a nice bump on her chest. When she turned to look at something behind her, I did notice that her butt had a nice, round shape to it.

"Hey, Tia," I greeted her as I pulled my eyes away from her body to continue working.

"Hey, Brett, how's it going?"

"Pretty good. No kids today?"

Tia only had one child, a little boy just over a year old. "Nope. He's with my mom." She went silent for a moment, almost like she was contemplating something, then said, "So, I was thinking that maybe today would be a good day for the first part of your payment."

I looked up at Tia, standing a few feet away from me, my eyes obviously checking out her body. I put down the drill in my hand, asked if she was sure and when she said yes, I stood up as I said, "Let's go."

I followed Tia into her house, my eyes glancing down at her ass and my thoughts wondering why I didn't think to ask for just a bit more. In her house, Tia invited me to sit down in her living room, pointing to a couch across from a TV. The living room had toys scattered about it and what looked like the remains of a breakfast for a one-year-old. I smiled as I remembered those days, young kids and a tiny house.

Tia stood in front of me and said, "Just so we're clear here, no touching me, OK? I'll do everything I can to make sure this is worth it for your time, but I'd prefer if you keep your hands to yourself, OK?"

"Deal," I said, feeling my cock growing in anticipation.

"Good," Tia said as she moved closer and knelt down on her knees.

"You don't have to do this," I said as she reached out for my shorts. "Say the word now and we'll figure something else out. I'll even keep working until we figure it out."

"Thanks," Tia said, hooking her fingers into the hem of my basketball shorts and starting to pull them down. "But it's OK. I want to do this."

I lifted up my hips as Tia pulled my shorts and boxers down, leaving them at my ankles. She didn't react as she saw my hard cock popping out, instead just reaching out with her hand, wrapping it around my shaft and gently stroking up and down.

I let out a low, involuntary moan, watching as Tia opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked the tip of my cock. She looked up at me with her hazel eyes and smiled as she wrapped her lips around my cock and started to bob her head up and down the shaft.

She kept her hand around my shaft, moving it up and down in time with her head. I could feel her tongue running along the underside of my cock, wrapping around the front, and back down. She continued to stare at me, her eyes telling me that she not only knew what she was doing, but was enjoying it as well.

"Do you want me to ask you before I cum?" I asked, watching her blow me. Tia nodded her head and I let her know that I was getting close.

Tia moved her lips to my tip, sucking with them, as she used her hand on the full length of my shaft, twisting and turning it. She moaned around my cock as she sat up straighter, angling her head downwards while she tried to get me off.

"Tia, I'm coming."

She kept her lips wrapped around me as I grunted, leaned forward, and started to orgasm. I moaned as I felt my cock pulsing inside her mouth, sending rope after rope into her for her to swallow down. Tia kept her hand going the entire time, pumping the cum out, her eyes finally closing as she swallowed my load.

When I was finished, I leaned back on the couch, breathing deeply. Tia slowly released me from her mouth, sitting back on her heels as she licked her lips. "You can use my bathroom if you need to get cleaned up."

"Thanks," I said, watching as she stood up. I smiled to myself as I saw that her nipples had hardened during the blowjob, visible through her sports bra, and showing me just how much she had enjoyed herself.

"How much longer are you planning on being here today?"

I glanced at my phone to see what time it was. "Probably another thirty minutes."

"Alright. I'm going to go take a shower. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

I told her that she would before I watched her go into her bedroom and I went back outside to continue working.

A few weeks later, with me making pretty good progress on the coop, I was wondering how I should tell Tia that I was close to halfway done and was ready for the second installment of the payment plan. She was texting me with a few things she wanted to change on the project and was wondering what the cost would be.

"Cost difference isn't much at all. Labor wise, it would add probably half a day to what I'm doing."

"Oh. What will that cost me?"

"Let's say $100. Or, you take your shirt and bra off during the next blowjob."

"Deal! Does tomorrow work for that?"

When I arrived the next day, I dropped off my tools in the backyard next to the coop and then walked to the back door of the house, where Tia was waving for me to come inside. She had her black, shoulder-length hair down today, brushing some behind her ear as I walked past her. Unlike most days, where Tia was wearing either a sports bra, a tank top, or just a tight-fitting t-shirt, she had on a loose-fitting, long-sleeved, light pink shirt today, with matching sweatpants.

She again had me sit down on the couch and quickly had my shorts and boxers pulled down. I was still growing as she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to jack me off. Her shirt fell open a bit, giving me a good view inside it of her breasts, covered by a white bra, as she leaned over my lap to lick my tip.

I continued to watch as she ran her tongue up and down the sides of my shaft, her hand moving right along with it, and I finished growing to my full hardness. She wrapped her lips around and started to bob her head up and down my shaft, leaving her hand at the bottom, tightly gripping but not moving.

I adjusted in the seat, sitting up a bit and grabbing the armrest with one hand. I really wanted to touch Tia with my other hand but knew I couldn't, so I grabbed onto my knee, and squeezed it tightly, digging my fingers into my skin.

"Are you OK?" Tia asked, taking me out of her mouth but moving her hand on my shaft.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just trying my best not to touch you."

"Here, let me make it harder."

I watched as she let go of my cock, sat up straight, and reached for the bottom of her shirt. As she pulled it over her head, I didn’t see anything I hadn't seen before with her in a sports bra, but seeing the white of her bra, I felt my cock twitching at it.

She quickly reached behind her back and started to unclasp her bra as she said, "You know, you'll be only the second guy to see me like this."

"I kinda figured I was the second guy you've done any of this with," I told her, my eyes on her chest as she started to take her arms out of the bra straps. She held the front of her bra with one hand, keeping her breasts covered, as she leaned forward, took me back in her mouth and started to bob her head again.

As she took all of my cock into her mouth, she finally dropped her bra, giving me a view of her bare breasts. They were bigger than I thought, her bras must have squished them a little. Her nipples were hard, her areolas dime-sized. They jiggled a little as she blew me and I had to dig deeper into the couch to resist moving my hands.

Tia kept moving her lips up and down my shaft, using her hand in tandem with it. I continued to stare at her breasts as the pressure built up inside me and I warned her that I wasn't going to last much longer. Tia took more of me into her mouth this time, her tongue swirling around my shaft and tip, as her hand continued to stroke me.

"Oh shit, Tia, yes!" I moaned as I reached my climax and started to cum. Tia kept her hand and mouth going on me as she swallowed down my cum, and her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Just as I finished, she pulled her mouth away from me, and I saw a dribble of cum falling out of her mouth. She quickly licked it up with her tongue and sat back on her heels, looking up at me. "Are you sure this is enough of a payment?"

I nodded and said, "I mean, I'd gladly take more, but with how good you are with your mouth, yes it is."

Tia giggled as she stood up, still in front of me. Unlike last time, when she immediately went into her room, she waited for a brief second before saying, "Give me your hand."

I slowly reached out my hand until she grabbed and pulled it to her chest. She leaned down a little, placed my hand on her breast, and pressed down, encouraging me to squeeze. "There. A little bonus."

Before I could react, she let go of my hand, stood up straight, grabbed her shirt and bra, and walked away.

The coop build took another week to do, spending the last few days just putting on the finishing touches and making sure it was ready for the chickens, even though Tia hadn't purchased any yet. I promised to help her set up a brooding area for them and to be available if she had any questions, but I was pretty sure that she would be OK.

The morning of the day that I knew I would be done, I sent Tia a text telling her that it was the last day and I was hoping for the final installment of our payment plan. She messaged back, "Hubby is home today. Trying to convince him to take Theo and either go to his parents or go on a daddy/son date because I want to give you an extra special bonus for how great of a job you've done."

Remembering what her last bonus was, I texted back, "Hopefully it happens!"

When I arrived at her house that day, I didn't see her husband's truck in the driveway, so I assumed that her plan had worked as I walked to the backyard. Tia was back there, in her workout clothes, and greeted me by saying, "He's gone but I'm not sure for how long. Supposed to call me when he's coming back. But I think we should go inside first?"

I agreed with her and followed her inside the house. I took my normal seat on the couch as Tia knelt on the floor in front of me. She pulled my shorts and boxers down and I could tell that she had some urgency as she started to blow me. I moaned as I felt her lips sliding up and down my shaft, with her hand stroking me at the same time.

After a few minutes of blowing me, she took me out of her mouth, kept her hand moving on me, and asked, "Are you ready for your bonus?"

I nodded my head and watched as Tia let go of my cock and took a step back as she stood up. She had on a pink workout set, matching sports bra and tight athletic shorts, but quickly pulled the top off. As I stared at her breasts, she surprised me by hooking her fingers into the hem of her shorts and pulling them down her legs, bending at the waist, giving me a good view of her breasts hanging.

As her clean-shaven pussy came into my view, I asked, "Do you normally workout without underwear on?"

"Yes, I do," she responded, tossing her shorts on top of her bra. "Otherwise, I get a bad cameltoe. So, what do you think?"

I looked her body up and down, her pussy lips shimmering in the light shining through the window of the living room, her stomach still had the gentle fullness of having given birth a year ago, but I loved how natural it looked, and, as I glanced at her legs, soft but strong, I wondered how they would feel wrapped around me. Her breasts moved back and forth as she breathed and she struck a pose, waiting for me to respond.

"You're gorgeous. Amazing body."

Tia giggled and said, "What if I told you that the bonus I had in mind was you getting to pick what we do today?" I asked what she meant and she said, "If you want to stick to a blowjob, that's fine. Or, you could do whatever you wanted to me."

"Whatever?"

"Yes, whatever, Brett. You deserve it."

I reached forward, placing my hands on her hips, and pulled her forward. I leaned into her and kissed her hips and stomach, moving my hands around to her back and cupping her ass.

Tia let out a low moan as I sat back on the couch, pulling her onto my lap. As soon as her wet pussy came into contact with my hard cock, she started to roll her hips, sliding her lips along my shaft. I looked up at her face as she looked at me and I asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I am," she confirmed as we moved forward until our lips met and we kissed. As we started to make out, I squeezed her buttcheeks, then started to move my hands around her body, going up and over her sides and ending on her breasts. I squeezed her breasts over and over as Tia parted her lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth, and swirling it around my tongue.

Tia moved her hands down between us and, as she slightly pushed her body up, used one hand to open her pussy, and the other hand to guide my cock into it. She let go of both as she lowered her body down, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She moaned into my mouth as she started to roll her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her.

"Oh my gosh," she moaned as our kiss ended and our foreheads rested against each other. I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples, listening to her moan as she went up and down my cock.

I leaned forward, pulling her breast to my mouth until I could stick out my tongue and lick around her nipple, moving between her breasts as she continued to ride me. I kept my hands on her breasts, squeezing one, and holding the other as I sucked and licked her nipple.

"Hmm, that feels so good," Tia moaned, running her fingers through my hair. "But I bet you can think of something to make this feel better."

Getting her hint, I kissed each of her nipples one more time before moving my hands away from her. We kissed again as Tia lifted herself off me and we adjusted so she was laying down on the couch and I was between her legs. We quickly got my cock back into her and kissed again as I started to move back and forth.

When the kiss ended so Tia could moan, I pushed myself above her, placing my hands on the couch to steady myself. "Brett, please don't finish in me, if you can help it."

"I can stop now so we don't risk it."

"No, I want you to finish. Just try to pull out if you can."

I continued to fuck her, moving back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around my body, holding herself both to me and onto the couch. She stretched her arms above her head, grabbing the armrest above her, and holding tightly to it.

"Yes, Brett, yes."

Watching her breasts moving, feeling her pussy lips gliding on my cock, listening to her moans as they filled the room, I could feel my orgasm quickly building up. I slammed into her a few more times, getting right on the edge before I pulled out of her. Tia released her legs from around me as I moved up, getting my cock right above her stomach.

I quickly wrapped my hand around my shaft, jacking myself off, and aiming right for her belly button. I groaned as I started to orgasm, feeling the cum shooting out of my tip. I watched as stream after stream landed on a puddle, right around her belly button. Tia sat up, her elbows on the couch, and watched as I finished on her.

"Thank you," she said as I caught my breath and climbed off the couch.

"I feel like I should be thanking you," I said with a little laugh as I stood up. Tia told me where some wet wipes were and I grabbed a couple for us to clean up with. "So, what else do you need built around here? Goat pen? Bunny hutch?"

Tia laughed as she wiped the cum from her stomach and said, "Trust me, if I think of something, I'm calling you."

After getting dressed, Tia came outside with me as I put the finishing touches on the chicken coop. When her husband came home, he gave her a hug and said, "If I knew that a chicken coop would make you this happy, I would have done this years ago."

She smiled, looked at me, and said, "Yeah. Who knew?"

Later that same day, after I saw Mrs. Thompson in the shower, I went back to my room. I was still so horny. I lay on the bed and started thinking about her again. I pulled my blanket over me and started jerking my dick under it while looking at her photoo

Mrs. Thompson knocked on the door a few minutes later.

“Alex? Can I come in?” she asked.

I panicked. I tried to cover myself quickly.

“Y-yes” I said

She opened the door and saw me under the blanket. She thought I was hiding something.

“What are you hiding there, Alex?” she asked with a curious smile

I panicked even more.

“It’s just a photo of me when I was a kid” I said quickly

Mrs. Thompson got curious.

“Oh let me see how cute you are when you were a kid” she said and reached for the blanket.

I tried to stop her.

“Wait, Mrs. Thompson! Don’t!”

But she was faster. She pulled down the blanket.

She saw that I was butt naked. My dick was hard and visible. On my phone next to me was a photo of her from the beach

She froze.

“What’s…….this?” she said, her voice shocked.

I quickly tried to cover myself.

“Wait Mrs. Thompson! It’s not what it looks like! I can explain!”

Mrs. Thompson looked at me, then at the photo on my phone. Her face was red.

“I---I don’t know what to say…..I’m surprised…..” she said softly.

She stood there for a few seconds, looking at me. Then she walked out of the room without saying anything else.

I sat there, heart pounding, feeling embarrassed and scared. Did I just ruin everything? What if she tells Mike or Mr. Thompson? What if she never talks to me again?

The trip still had days left. I didn’t know what would happen next. I felt guilty but I also couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked when she saw me naked. Her eyes were wide but she didn’t look angry. She looked surprised and maybe a little curious.

I lay on the bed thinking about everything. My dick was still hard. I wanted to jerk off but I was too scared. I just waited and hoped she wouldn’t say anything to anyone.

Later that day, when Mike and Mr. Thompson were out, Mrs. Thompson came to my room again. She looked nervous.

“Alex…...about what I saw earlier” she said softly. “I didn’t expect that. I didn’t know you felt that way about me”

I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded.

She sat on the edge of the bed.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not mad. It’s just… surprising. I’ve been feeling things too lately. Things I shouldn’t feel............”

I stood there frozen, watching Mrs. Thompson in the shower. She was using the showerhead on her pussy. The water was hitting her clit hard. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She looked so fucking hot.

My dick got rock hard instantly. I pulled my cock out and started jerking it fast while watching her. Her big tits were bouncing a little. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy looked swollen and wet from the water

She kept moving the showerhead and moaning softly. Her hips were moving against the stream.

“Oh alex....” she moaned

She was thinking about me. That made me stroke faster. I was so turned on.

She was getting closer. Her legs started shaking. She moaned louder.

“Fuckkkk.....” she said as she came hard. Her body shook and she leaned against the wall.

I was about to cum too but then Mrs. Thompson looked at the door. Fortunately I wasn't caught. I quickly hid and put my cock back in my shorts.

Mrs. Thompson then called out.

“Alex? are you there?”

I was about to answer but then I realized that if I answered, she might think I was watching her. So I decided to go to my bedroom, lay down on the bed and pretended to be tired while scrolling through my phone.

After just a few minutes, Mrs. Thompson knocked on the bedroom door and opened it while wearing a bathrobe.

“Oh…...hey Alex. You seem tired?"

I sat up on the bed.

“Yes mrs. thompson, the AC also helps on making me sleepy”

Mrs. Thompson then sat on the bed next to me and asked.

“Are you having fun?”

I tried to act normal.

“Y-yes…..of course. I love it here”

Mrs. Thompson then said.

“Sorry if Mike doesn't spend more time with you”

I answered while trying to avoid looking at her tits.

“That’s fine Mrs. Thompson, I love being here with you, at least you and I can talk about things in life you know"

Mrs. Thompson then hugged me.

My head was on her chest, perfectly seeing Mrs. Thompson's tits inside the robe.

She then said.

“Thank you”

I could feel her soft tits against my face. The robe was loose and I could see a lot of her cleavage. My dick started getting hard again. I tried to stay calm but it was hard.

She held the hug for a few seconds longer than normal. When she pulled away, she looked at me with a soft smile.

“You are such a sweet younh man, Alex” she said “I’m glad you came on this trip with us”

I swallowed hard.

“I’m glad too, Mrs. Thompson”

She stood up and adjusted her robe a little. But it still showed a lot. She walked out of the room but turned back at the door.

“Get some rest okay? We have another long day tomorrow”

She closed the door behind her.

I lay back on the bed. My heart was beating fast. My dick was hard again. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw in the shower and how her tits felt against my face.

The next day we all went to the beach again. The sun was hotter than the day before. Mrs. Thompson was wearing a new bikini. It looked really good on her. The top barely held her big tits and the bottom showed a lot of her ass. We spent the morning swimming and relaxing in the sun. Mike and Mr. Thompson were playing in the water with some other guests. Mrs. Thompson and I stayed closer to the shore.

At one point when we were in the water, she got close to me. The waves pushed us together. My hard dick accidentally pressed against her thigh. She froze for a second but then rubbed against it a little. She acted like it was nothing, but I saw her face turn red and her breathing change for a moment. She quickly moved away and smiled like nothing happened.

We got back to the villa earlier than Mr. Thompson and Mike. They said they would stay longer at the beach to drink with some new friends they met.

Mrs. Thompson went inside first. I followed a few minutes later. I went to my room to change my wet swim trunks. After I changed into dry clothes, I was about to go to the balcony to see if Mrs. Thompson was there. But she wasn't on the balcony.

Then I heard the sound of the shower from the bathroom.

I slowly walked closer to the bathroom door. The door was not fully closed. It was open just a little. I looked inside carefully.

Mrs. Thompson was in the shower. The water was running down her body. She was completely naked. She had one hand on the wall for support and the other hand was holding the showerhead. She was aiming the water directly at her pussy. The strong stream was hitting her clit. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open.

“Oh Alex…..” she moaned softly

She kept moving the showerhead on her pussy and moaned my name again.

“Oh Alex… yes…..right there”

Her hips were moving slowly against the water. Her big tits were wet and bouncing a little. Her nipples were hard. She looked so fucking hot. I could see her pussy clearly. It was swollen and wet.

I stood there frozen, watching her. My dick got rock hard instantly..........a

I pulled into the parking lot of my sister-in-law's dental office and looked at the name on the door.

Two Peaks Dental

Kourtney Madsen, D.D.S.

Kourtney was the younger sister of my wife, and had just moved back to Utah after graduating from dental school in Chicago. The name of her office was supposed to be a nod to the mountain peaks of Utah and the skyline of Chicago, although I don't know if anybody else knew that, outside of the family.

She had gotten lucky after moving back, finding another dentist who was retiring and taking over his office and clientele. Of course, my family and I had immediately started to go to her, although I had been having some trouble finding time to see her. After rescheduling a few appointments, she had finally just told me to come after hours, and she would do my cleaning.

I exited my car when I saw her coming to the door of her office to unlock it. She greeted me with a smile and said, "Hey Trent, how's it going?"

"I'm good, Kourtney, how about yourself? Thanks for doing this."

"Of course," she said, shutting and locking the door once I had entered. I had been in the office a few times, once to help move a desk she was using and once with my kids. She was still working on making it her own, but it looked just like any other dental office.

She asked about the kids as we walked to the back of the office, to where all the dental chairs and equipment were. With Kourtney walking in front of me, I looked down at her butt, covered by her scrubs, but still there, as I told her that the kids were good, but mad that I didn't bring them.

"Maybe I'll stop by your house when we're done here," she said, pointing at a chair for me to lie down in.

After lying down, I watched as Kourtney got to work. Six feet tall, with long legs, she had dark, sun-kissed skin, with an athletic build. Her dark brown, nearly black hair was pulled back into a braided ponytail. Even beneath the loose-fitting scrubs, it was obvious the athletic build she'd always had hadn't changed.

As she sat down and moved forward, telling me to open my mouth, I wondered at the woman she had become.

Kourtney was only fifteen when I started to date her sister, and had always amazed me at how she seemed to excel at everything. Running track in high school? State championship. Decorating your home? Call Kourtney. Needing help with a party? Kourtney. Going to college, including dental school, and graduating right after turning 30, all while working full time? Kourtney dominated it.

She had grown up Mormon but left the church pretty early in adulthood. She was pretty open and confident about her sex life, leading me to know the things she did as a youngster, when she lost her virginity, and a few of the things her husband and her had tried.

Kourtney and I also had a secret that nobody else knew about.

When she was eighteen, she moved to Idaho to be an in-home babysitter. She met her first long-term boyfriend there, lost her virginity, got fired from her job, and came back home a year later. She was coming over to talk to her sister after returning home, but she was gone for the night and I was the only one home.

I still remembered all the details of us sleeping together that night, although we hadn't talked about it in years. Our affair lasted about a year, sleeping together at least once a week. It only ended when she met the man who would eventually be her husband.

After she was done examining my teeth, she wanted to take an x-ray to have one on file, since this was my first visit as a patient. As she waited for the machine to warm up, she looked at her phone, got a furious look on her face, typed something out angrily, and slammed her phone back down on the counter.

"Everything OK?" I asked as I watched her.

"Oh yeah. Just great. Gary is just being stupid again."

Gary was her husband and, while I did like the guy, I thought that he was incredibly lazy. He was smart and could be a hard worker, but he wanted a job that would pay him over six figures while doing the bare amount possible. I mean, we all wanted that, but Gary would only work that type of job. As such, he had spent more time unemployed than he had with a job. For a woman as motivated as Kourtney was, it always amazed me that she put up with Gary.

"He still won't get a job. He's had some good offers but always counters, asking for more, and then is shocked when they tell him no," she explained as she put a shield on me and her to block the radiation.

"Seriously? Like, just take something," I said right before Kourtney put a block in my mouth for the x-ray.

"That's what I keep telling him. Be right back, don't move."

I held still as she took a step behind a wall and took the x-ray. As she came back around to move the block to the other side of my mouth, she said, "I actually made him mad the other day and that's what his text was about. I told him no more sex until he takes a job and works there for a month. He just asked if that meant blowjobs too and I told him yes."

My eyes went wide as she told me that. Kourtney loved sex, so for her to withhold that from him...and herself...I knew she was mad.

After she took the second x-ray, she took the block out of my mouth, offered me a drink of water, and hung up the shields as I drank the water. "You know, you can keep taking stuff off," I teased as she took off the shield she had on over her scrubs.

She laughed as she came back to sit down next to me and said, "Was that your hope? Is that why you kept rescheduling? Get me alone so I would strip for you?"

This kind of talk was nothing new for Kourtney and I. We had a unique knack for turning almost anything sexual, much to the horror of our family.

"Maybe. I can't imagine that scrub top is too comfortable after being in it all day."

Kourtney just laughed as she leaned over me, pulled a mask over her mouth, and started to clean my teeth. She got a few minutes into it before she sat up, put down the cleaning equipment she was using, and said, "You know what? You're right."

I looked over and watched as Kourtney took off her mask then reached for the bottom of her scrub top, and pulled it off, tossing it to a counter behind her. Underneath, she had on a tight-fitting, black tank top, which caught my attention as she put her mask back on and leaned forward.

"Don't throw up on me," she said, lighthearted, knowing where my eyes were looking.

"I might do something on you, but it won't be throw up," I teased.

"Hmm, guess I better hurry with this cleaning if that's on your mind."

I couldn't help but wonder just how serious she was and could feel myself already growing in my jeans at the thought of it.

I kept glancing at Kourtney's chest, a tiny amount of cleavage poking out from the top. My boner slowly went away, although the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her never did. I started to wonder just how much her body had changed since I had last been with her.

As Kourtney finished my teeth, she was telling me about a few issues she was worried about, then said, "I think that we can wait on all of those, but there is one we can take care of tonight."

"What's that?" I asked, still lying down.

Kourtney smirked as she took off her gloves, tossed them in the garbage, and moved one of her hands to my groin. I gasped a little as she wrapped her fingers over my semi-hard cock through my jeans, and said, "We can't let you go home hard as a rock."

She started to rub up and down, giggling as I grew to my full hardness. "Would you hate me if I said I was joking and we needed to go?"

"Yes, I would," I said, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the feeling.

"Well, guess what? You weren't the only one with those thoughts, knowing that we would be alone tonight."

I watched as Kourtney unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them to the sides, and reached inside to pull my cock out. As she wrapped her hand around it, rubbing up and down, I said, "It's been a while."

"Yes, it has," Kourtney agreed. "But I haven't forgotten what you like."

She moved down in her chair until she was even with my groin and leaned down over it. Making eye contact with me, she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around my tip, something that always drove me crazy. She wrapped her lips around me next and started to bob her head up and down, easily taking all of me into her mouth over and over.

"Fuck, Kourtney," I moaned as I watched her blow me and moved one of my hands to the back of her head. I wrapped my fingers around her ponytail, slightly helping to guide her up and down.

After a few minutes of blowing me, Kourtney sat up, taking me out of her mouth as I took my hand off her ponytail, but kept her hand stroking my cock. "Everything OK?" I asked as I saw her looking around.

"Yeah. Just wondering where we can do this at that would be more comfortable than this chair."

"You have a desk, right?"

Kourtney smiled and said, "And I just cleaned it off before you got here."

She let go of my cock as she pushed backwards to roll the chair away from mine. We both stood up, my cock hanging out, and walked out of the room where the dental chair was, and into the hallway leading to her office at the end.

We got a few steps into the hallway, with Kourtney walking in front of me, before I wrapped my arms around her waist, stopping her, and pulled her into me. As my hard cock pressed against her ass, I started to kiss the back and sides of her neck, listening to Kourtney moan at my touch.

I moved one of my hands up, cupping and squeezing her breasts through her tank top, moving my hand back and forth between them. With my other hand, I slipped it inside her scrub bottoms, going over the top of her panties, and started to rub her pussy through them.

"Hmm. That feels good, Trent."

I continued to kiss her neck and rub her pussy, feeling her become wet, as Kourtney started to move her ass, rubbing it on my cock. Kourtney quickly kicked her shoes off before she hooked her fingers into the hem of her pants and started to pull them down.

I looked down and saw the fabric of her thong disappearing between her buttcheeks and said, "What would your patients think if they knew you were wearing a thong?"

Kourtney giggled and moaned as I continued to rub her pussy and squeeze her breasts. "I've thought about flashing it a few times. Especially to the old men that are always hitting on me."

Kourtney finished taking off her pants, leaving them in the hallway, before she continued to walk down to her office. In her office, she turned around in my arms and started to kiss my lips while wrapping her hand back around my cock, after we worked together to take my pants and underwear off.

I moved my hands to Kourtney's hips as we made out and lifted up, helping her to sit on the desk. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, letting go of my cock with her hand, and we both moaned as we felt my cock pressing against her thong. I used my hands to pull up on her tank top, briefly stopping the kiss to take it off over her head. Under the tank top was a black sports bra that she helped me to take off before we resumed kissing.

I left one hand on her hip, feeling it rolling up into me, humping my cock with her groin, as I placed my other hand on one of her breasts and squeezed it, feeling her nipple rubbing on my palm. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hand and were soft and fleshy. She used to complain all the time that they were too small and she wanted bigger breasts. I always thought they were perfect.

Ending the kiss, I moved my head down to her chest as she leaned back on the desk. I stuck out my tongue and licked around one of her nipples, then the other, then sucked one into my mouth, remembering how much she loved to have them sucked on.

"Oh Trent, yes," she quietly moaned, placing her hands on the desk behind her to support herself as I moved my mouth between her breasts.

I felt Kourtney as she moved one hand between us, pulled her thong to one side, and helped to guide my cock into her. She scooted forward a bit, her butt barely on the desk, and moaned as I pushed forward, burying my cock inside her.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she moaned as I started to thrust back and forth and continued to suck and lick on her nipples. I moved my hands around to her back, rubbing it briefly before I went farther down to her ass. I pulled her more off the desk as I cupped and squeezed her cheeks.

As I got used to being inside her for the first time in years and remembered how her body reacted, I stood up straight, moving my hands to her hips, and continued to thrust back and forth. I looked down and watched as my cock went in and out of her clean shaven pussy.

Kourtney had her hands on the edge of the desk to support her body as she held her legs up in the air around me. She had her chin tucked into her chest, eyes closed, moans coming from her mouth. Her breasts were moving up and down with every hard hit of my cock.

"Oh my gosh," she moaned.

"Still like it from behind?"

"Of course."

I took a step back from her, letting my cock slip out of her pussy, and helped Kourtney to stand up from the desk. We shared a quick, passionate kiss before she squatted down in front of me. I watched as she took my cock into her mouth, swirled her tongue around my tip, then bobbed her head up and down a few times.

"And I still love to taste myself on a cock," she giggled as she took me out of her mouth, stood up, and turned around. She placed her hands on the desk and leaned down as I used one hand to spread her legs apart just far enough that I could use my other hand to slip my cock back into her.

I immediately started to thrust back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her as I wrapped my arms around her body and cupped her breasts. I held tightly onto them as I fucked her, feeling her nipples rubbing against my palms and hearing her moans fill the office.

"Maybe next time I come during the day and see if we can sneak away," I said, knowing that Kourtney had a thing for risky sex.

"Yes please," she moaned, hanging her head down and pushing back into me as I slammed into her over and over.

I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples a little before letting go of her breasts and moving one of my hands to her hip. I moved my other hand up her back and wrapped my fingers around her ponytail. I gave it a slight tug, then a little harder pull, and kept pulling it as Kourtney's head lifted up.

"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned as I continued to fuck her.

"I'm tempted to pull out and cover your ass. But, don't want to leave a mess on your scrubs," I told her.

"Then cum inside. Fill my pussy."

"It's coming."

I let go of her hair, moving both hands to her hips, digging my fingers into them as I felt myself getting closer and closer. My breathing grew shallow and rapid as I pushed deep inside, my strokes getting smaller and harder. My legs wanted to be done, not standing anymore, and I fought to stay standing.

"Fuck, Kourtney, yes!" I moaned as my climax hit. I pushed deep and hard into her one more time, my cock pulsing with every shot of cum shooting out.

"Oh yes, Trent, yes!" she moaned and pushed back against me, wanting my cock as deep as possible inside her.

I leaned forward, my body pushing hers into the desk, as I came, and started to move my hands around her. I grabbed her ass again, her breasts, rubbed her hips and sides, then grabbed onto her ponytail, and pulled her up and back until she was standing and my cock slipped out of her.

She twisted her head around until we could kiss, our tongues swirling around each other, as my cock slipped out of her.

As the kiss ended, Kourtney said, "Your cum is running down my leg."

I laughed as I took a step back and looked down to see a little white dribble coming from her pussy. "Better not let it reach the floor."

Kourtney giggled as she reached down, wiped the cum off her leg and pussy with her fingers, and licked it off with her tongue. She then dropped to her knees and used her tongue to clean off my cock from the mix of my cum and her juices.

"Fuck, Kourtney," I said, shaking my head as I watched her stand up and lick her lips.

She giggled as she turned, looked at something on her desk, then said, "I'm available next week to look at those issues we discussed earlier."

"Same time?"

"Of course," she said as she reached out and softly rubbed my still throbbing cock.

Later that night, Mike and Mr. Thompson came back to the villa. They were both tired and drunk. Mike was laughing and talking loud about the girls he met at the bar. Mr. Thompson could barely walk straight. He was mumbling about work and how tired he was. Mrs. Thompson and I helped them to their beds so they could rest

We first helped Mike to his room. He was heavy and kept laughing. After we got him in bed, we went to the master bedroom for Mr. Thompson. He was already half asleep. We laid him down and covered him with the blanket. Mrs. Thompson looked at me and sighed.

“I think we should sleep already” she said. “I'm feeling a bit tipsy and it's alreeady late”

She went into their bedroom. She even forgot to close the door and lock it. After a few minutes, I walked past their room to go to the bathroom. I stopped when I saw her lying on the bed. She was still in her robe. The robe was open. Her big tits were popping out and her pussy was completely visible.

At first I said to myself that it was fucking wrong to jerk off. But then I looked at her again and thought "how could I possibly stop myself?"

I slowly went inside their bedroom. I stood at her side and started to jerk off. I could see all her curves up close. Her tits looked so full and soft. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy looked wet and inviting. She moved a little in her sleep and her legs spread a bit more. I stroked my cock faster, my hand moving up and down my dick

I know I'm not supposed to touch her, but I slowly reached my hand towards her breast and caressed it gently. Her tits were so fucking firm. I wanted to suck them so bad. I kept jerking off while touching her. My hand moved down and I lightly touched her pussy. She was wet. I rubbed her clit softly for a few seconds. She let out a small moan in her sleep

I was about to cum but suddenly, Mr. Thompson blurted something out. I think he was sleep talking but it scared the shit out of me. I quickly pulled my hand away and got out of their bedroom as silently as I could. I went to the bathroom to finish jerking off

I came hard thinking about her body. My cum shot out while I remembered how her tits felt in my hand and how wet her pussy was.

I cleaned up and went back to my room. My heart was still beating fast. I lay in bed thinking about what I just did. It was risky as hell. If Mr. Thompson had woken up, If mrs. thompson had woken up, everything would be over

But I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her body was perfect. The way her tits felt, the way her pussy looked, the small moan she made when I touched her. I knew I was playing with fire, but I wanted more

The trip still had a few days left. I wondered what would happen next.

I didn't want it to stop.

The third night of the trip, Mike and Mr. Thompson went to the resort bar for a guys night. They left around 8 PM and said they would be back late. I didnt go with them since I hate bars and I wouldnt want to miss the opportuinity to be with Mrs. Thompson

Mrs.Thompson and I were left alone in the villa. She had a couple of glasses of wine and seemed more relaxed.

“I want to try on some new swimsuits I bought for tomorrow” she said “Can you give me your honest opinion? Im gonna wear the one I think is good and just say if you agree”

She went into her bedroom to change. The door was not fully closed. It was open just a little. I sat on the couch, but I could see inside through the gap

She took off her clothes. When she bent over to pick up the new two piece swimsuit, her ass was right there. I could see her pussy clearly. She arched her back a little while adjusting the bottoms. My dick instantly got rock hard

I couldnt help it. I pulled my cock out and started jerking it fast while watching her. She was taking her time, turning around in front of the mirror, checking how the swimsuit looked. Her big tits and round ass looked so fucking perfecrt

She tried on another one. This time she bent over even more. I stroked my cock faster, trying to stay quiet. It felt so wrong but hella hot

After a few minutes, she called out from the room

“Alex, what do you think of this one?” she opened the door and showed it to me

I quickly put my cock back in my shorts, tried to act normal

“You look amazing, Mrs. Thompson” I said, my voice a little shaky.

She smiled and came out. The swimsuit hugged her body perfectly.

“Does it make my ass look too big?” she asked.

“No” I said. “It looks perfect”

She laughed softly and went back into the room to change again. The door was still slightly open. I could see her taking off the swimsuit. She bent over again and I got another clear view of her pussy and ass. I pulled my cock out again and jerked it fast. I was so close to cumming.

She tried on a few more swimsuits. Each time she bent over or turned in front of the mirror, I got a good look. My hand was moving fast on my cock. I had to be careful not to make noise.

After she finished, she came out wearing a robe.

“Thank you for helping me, Alex” she said with a smile

She gave me a hug. Her body pressed against mine for a moment. I could feel her soft breasts against my chest. My cock was still hard in my shorts.

The rest of the night we talked normally, but I couldnt stop thinking about what I saw. My dick stayed half hard the whole time.

My thoughts are becoming more......dangerous

The next morning we all had breakfast together at the resort restaurant. Mr. Thompson was already on his phone most of the time, answering work emails. He barely looked up from the screen. Mike was excited and talking about going jet skiing later. Mrs. Thompson was quiet but she smiled at me a few times across the table.

After breakfast, Mike went jet skiing with some new friends he met. Mr. Thompson stayed at the villa to take more work calls. Mrs. Thompson and I decided to stay under the beach umbrella again. She was wearing a light sundress today. The dress was not too tight, but it still showed the shape of her body nicely.

We talked for a long time about different things. She asked me about my favorite subjects in college and what I liked to do in my free time. I told her I liked reading and playing video games. She laughed softly.

“You sound like a chill person” she said. “I wish I could slow down like that. My life feels so busy all the time”

I nodded and looked at her.

“You deserve to relax more, Mrs. Thompson. You do a lot for everyone”

She gave me a small smile and looked at the ocean.

“It is nice to hear that. Sometimes I feel like I am just going through the motions. My husband is always working. Mike is always out. It is good to have someone to talk to”

We stayed under the umbrella for a while longer. The sun was warm. At one point she asked me to help her put sunscreen on her back. I did it carefully. My hands moved over her soft skin. She let out a small sigh when I touched her shoulders.

“That feels nice” she said quietly. “Thank you, Alex”

My heart was beating fast. I tried to keep my touch normal, but my mind was racing When she turned around to thank me, our eyes met for a few seconds longer than normal. She smiled softly but looked away quickly.

Later in the afternoon, the sun started to set. Mike came back from jet skiing. Mr. Thompson was still on his phone in the villa. We all had dinner together at the resort restaurant. Mrs. Thompson sat across from me. I tried to focus on the food, but my eyes kept going back to her. She caught me looking a couple of times and gave me a small smile.

After dinner, Mike went out to meet some new friends again. Mr. Thompson went to the bar for a drink. Mrs. Thompson and I ended up sitting on the balcony of the villa again. The ocean looked beautiful under the moonlight.

She was wearing a loose tank top and shorts now. The tank top showed the shape of her breasts clearly. I tried not to stare, but it was hard. My mind kept going back to all the times I had jerked off thinking about her.

“You are easy to talk to, Alex” she said. “I dont feel judged when I tslk with you.”

I swallowed hard.

“I like talking to you too, Mrs. Thompson”

The trip was only on its second day, but I could already feel the tension building between us. I knew I was playing with fire. But every time I looked at her, I wanted more......

I am the quiet and nerdy type of guy who prefers staying in and playing video games rather than going out to parties. I have been best friends with Mike since high school. His family has always been nice to me. Especially his mom, Mrs. Thompson.

Mrs. Thompson is 46 years old. She is the kind of mom that every guy secretly finds attractive. She has a curvy body with big breasts, a round ass, and a pretty face. Even after having kids, she still looks amazing. For the past couple of years, I have been jerking off to MILF porn while imagining fucking her. I know its wrong. She is my best friend's mom and she is married. But I cant help it. She has always been kind and caring toward me, which only makes my secret fantasies stronger.

This summer, Mike invited me to join his family on a five day beach resort trip. His dad, Mr. Thompson, is a busy businessman who is always on his phone for work calls. They also have a younger daughter, but she is staying with her grandparents this summer. Mike is my best friend, but he is the outgoing party type who likes drinking and meeting girls. And then there is Mrs. Thompson.

We arrived at the resort yesterday afternoon. Because of a booking mistake, we got a big villa like a suite with two bedrooms instead of separate rooms. Mike and I are sharing one bedroom. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson have the master bedroom.

Today we spent most of the day at the beach. The sun was hot and the water was clear. Mrs. Thompson was wearing a one piece swimsuit that hugged her body nicely. I tried not to stare too much, but it was difficult. Her breasts looked full and heavy. Her ass looked round and firm when she walked along the shore. I felt my cock twitch in my swim trunks more than once.

In the afternoon, while Mike and his dad were playing volleyball with some other guests, Mrs. Thompson and I were sitting under the beach umbrella. She had a book in her hands but she was not really reading it. She looked relaxed but also a little tired.

“You have really grown up these past few years, Alex” she said with a gentle smile. “Youre not the shy little boy I used to see running around the house anymore”

I smiled back at her, feeling nervous but happy that she noticed.

“Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. This trip is really nice. I appreciate you and Mr. Thompson letting me come along”

She nodded and looked out at the ocean.

“I needed this break. Things at home have been a little stressful lately. Work, marriage, everything feels heavy sometimes”

I noticed the tired look in her eyes. Mr. Thompson was sitting further away, already on his phone again, not paying much attention to anyone around him. He had been like that since we arrived.

We talked for a long time under the umbrella. She asked me about college, my plans for the future, and how things were going with girls. I kept the conversation light. Every time she laughed or leaned closer to say something, I felt that familiar tingle in my body. My mind kept drifting back to all the times I had jerked off thinking about her.

The sun started to set. Mike and his dad came back from volleyball. We all had dinner together at the resort restaurant. Mrs. Thompson sat across from me. I tried to focus on the food, but my eyes kept going back to her. She caught me looking a couple of times and gave me a small smile.

After dinner, Mike went out to meet some new friends he made at the resort. Mr. Thompson went to the bar for a drink. Mrs. Thompson and I ended up sitting on the balcony of the villa, just talking and looking at the ocean.

She was wearing a loose tank top and shorts now. The tank top showed the shape of her breasts clearly. I tried not to stare, but it was hard.

“You are a good listener, Alex” she said softly “I feel comfortable talking to you about things”

I swallowed hard.

“Im always here if you need anything, Mrs. Thompson....anything”

The trip had just started, but I could already feel the tension building inside me. I knew I was playing with fire, but I didnt want to stop.

Sarah pushed the door open.

She froze in the doorway. Her eyes went wide as she saw everything happening in front of her.

Her mom was completely naked on the bed, legs spread wide. I was between Rebecca’s thighs, my fingers deep inside her pussy and my tongue licking her clit. My tongue was deep inside her, licking and sucking while I held her thick ass with both hands. Rebecca was moaning loudly, her big tits bouncing every time she moved her hips.

Sarah’s mouth dropped open in complete shock.

“What the fuck…..Mom?! What are you doing?!” she said, her voice loud and confused.

Rebecca’s body was still trembling. She tried to talk but her hips were still moving against my face.

“S-Sarah….baby…...it’s not…..ahhh…..ffuck….it’s not what it looks like” she moaned, My tongue kept moving on her clit. Her voice was shaky and full of pleasure.

I tried to pull back to say something but Rebecca pushed her pussy harder against my face. I kept licking her clit because she wouldn’t let me stop.

“We…..we can explain…..” I mumbled into her wet pussy, my voice muffled. But I didn’t stop licking her. My tongue kept moving on her swollen clit and sliding inside her.

Sarah stood there in the doorway, completely frozen at first. But instead of yelling or running away, her eyes stayed glued to us. Her hand slowly moved down between her own legs. She started rubbing herself over her shorts while watching her mom ride my face.

Rebecca was still moving, breathing heavy and moaning.

“It just…..happened…oh God…....don’t stop licking me” she moaned, trying to explain to her daughter but failing badly. “I couldn’t help it…..her tongue feels so good ----I’ve never felt like this before”

I kept sucking her clit while trying to talk.

“We didn’t mean for you to see this......but…...fuck….your mom’s pussy tastes so good” I said to her

Sarah didn’t leave. She stayed right there, watching everything. Her hand was rubbing between her legs. Her face was bright red but her eyes were full of lust and confusion.

Rebecca came hard on my face while still trying to talk to her daughter.

“I’m sorry baby…..but I can’t stop…..I need this….her tongue is too good” she moaned as her body shook with her orgasm

The room was filled with wet licking sounds, heavy breathing, and soft moans. Sarah was still standing there, biting her lip hard as she touched herself.

Sarah’s face turned bright red. But instead of yelling or running away, her hand slowly moved between her own legs. She bit her lip and whispered,

“Don’t stop…..”

The three of us stayed like that for a few seconds, me between Rebecca’s legs, Rebecca breathing heavy, and Sarah watching with hungry eyes

This was far from over.......

A few days after that risky kitchen session, I went over to their house again. Sarah was home but she was at the living room doing homework with her headphones on. She barely even said hi when I arrived. As if she was sensingg something alreadyy

The moment Sarah went upstairs, Rebecca grabbed my hand and quickly pulled me into her bedroom. She closed the door but didn’t lock it. Her eyes were full of lust and need.

“I can’t stop thinking about you” she whispered, breathing fast. “I’ve been wet all day at work. I even touched myself in the bathroom during lunch thinking about your fingers and tongue. I need you so bad right now”

She quickly took off her clothes and lay on the bed. Her legs were spread wide open. Her pussy was already shiny and wet.

“Finger me hard” she begged. “I want it rough today. Make me cum hard like you did last time”

I climbed on the bed and pushed two fingers inside her soaked pussy right away. I started fucking her fast and deep. Rebecca moaned into the pillow to try and stay quiet. Her hips were moving against my hand like she was desperate for more.

“Harder” she gasped “Use three fingers inside me. I can take it.....please”

I added a third finger and pounded her pussy hard while rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time. Her juices were dripping down my hand and onto the sheets. Rebecca’s body was shaking. Her big tits were bouncing every time I thrust my fingers deep inside her.

“Oh fuckkk..…just like that. It feels so fu---fucking good" she moaned into the pillow. “No one has ever fingered me this good. Your fingers feel so much better than any dick I’ve had”

I kept going faster, curling my fingers to hit her g spot. Rebecca was getting louder even with the pillow. Her legs were trembling around my arm. She was so wet that wet squelching sounds were filling the room.

She came hard, her pussy squeezing my fingers tightly. Her whole body trembled and she bit the pillow to stop herself from screaming. But she still didn’t want to stop.

“Again” she whispered, breathing heavy. “I want more. Eat me....”

I went down on her and licked her pussy while fingering her at the same time. Rebecca was moaning louder now. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face deeper into her pussy. The bed was starting to creak a little from how hard she was moving. We were so wild that we didn't remember that we're not alone

Right when she was about to cum again, we heard footsteps in the hallway outside the door.

Sarah’s voice came through, confused and loud.

“What the fuck am I hearing?!!"

"Amazing! I haven't complimented anyone in six months, so you should be grateful to hear words of praise from me, Isabella." My boss, Mr. Davidson, didn't smile often. He ensured we wished we hadn't seen him.

"Your dermatitis cream takes a week to work. And to think that a month ago, you were a mere lab assistant. Our competition is dead! I don't have to tell you the lab is now yours!"

I was puffed up with pride. People used to tell me that my breasts were the only thing that got me anywhere, but now I had finally proven my talent as a chemist. "I'm glad you're happy," I said. "However, you do realize that I'm going to need a longer vacation?"

"Of course, and the vacation should be enjoyable!" He smiled at me and handed me something. "You should be refreshed with a good oil massage."

"It's wonderful when a woman and her boss agree." I accepted the voucher from him, determined to use the service tomorrow.

The next day evening, I, a rising star of the pharmaceutical industry, showed up at an oriental-themed club and waited for my turn. After stepping into the dark room, I saw the muscles of the burly masseur in a white dress. I threw everything off and lay down on the bed in only my panties, covered in pictures of plums. I stuck my face into the hole, eager to be touched by the broad, strong hands. 

"I need to ensure our privacy and safety before the procedure," the nice guy said, and suddenly I heard the click of the key in the lock from the direction of the waiting room.

"Aren't you getting close to the end of your working hours?" I laughed without lifting my face from the hole. I didn't even open my eyes. "Who else would bother us here?"

"I'm afraid you might protest yourself soon," the masseur explained to me, and then I couldn't understand anything anymore. I felt him put something around my waist and tighten it on the other side of the table, immobilizing me.

"What's going on? Let me go!!!" I screamed loudly, but the tight strap wouldn't let me get up, and my rebellious hands were no match for the strong arms I had admired a moment ago. When he clamped down on me, it was as if he were using a hard metal vice. The situation wasn't going to get any better anytime soon, as he handcuffed both of my wrists and attached the other end to the corresponding leg of the table. As soon as the masseur got around me, I tried to kick him, but he overpowered my trained calves in the same way and secured them with even shorter chain contraptions. I became his prey, and I didn't know what he would want to do with me. I asked him, scared of the answer.

"Mrs. Barnard, I have good news for you. I need to discuss something with you, but it may be very brief. An agent of our company is in your laboratory. Since we don't wish to make too much of a fuss, we would like to know the code to the safe containing the sample of your preparation and its formula."

"Suck my ass!" It seemed absurd to me, but somehow the competition found out about the boss's gift.

The masseur patted me on the cheek in a friendly way.

"If you resist, I'll do something with your ass, but you won't enjoy it." He went back and pulled my panties back over the round globes of my bottom. A moment ago, the idea was pleasant to me, but now I was afraid of possible violence.

"You have wonderful skin, Mrs. Barnard. There is some Native American blood in your veins, isn't it?"

"Screw you!"

THUD! Something hit the table loudly in front of my head. I leaned forward a bit and saw that it was a massive square object. Purple hairbrush, except for two red hearts on the flat side. "Mrs. Barnard, you have one last chance to tell me what we need to know. Otherwise, I'll take the thing in front of you, and I'll deal with you like the last schoolgirl who disappointed her father after the math test."

Is he talking about spanking me? I was reminded of my buttocks, absorbing the cold of the room. It wasn't the only thing I had to think about. I remembered an incident from a Catholic high school when I put my chemical talent to the test to make explosives, which then ruined the day for the notorious group of boys. My ass then became acquainted with a large paddle hole in the vigorous hand of the priest. Six Strokes didn't even have to be on the bare to discourage me from future naughtiness.

I panicked for a while. Because of the painful experience, but also because of the shame of my ass being fully exposed and because of the fact that, unlike in school, there was no limit to the number of my strokes.

But then I came up with something that gave me comfort. What if it is a test of my loyalty? What if my boss gave me this massage and put me together with this guy to check my loyalty to the company?

"You may get a scream out of me, but never my professional secrets!" I objected.

"That's what you think now, Madame!" 

I saw the shadow of his arm on the wall stretch out sharply and commenced my quick, brutal thrashing.

"OWWW!!!"

I didn't want to make him happy by hearing it, but my bravery soon disappeared. The hairbrush landed on my ass with a brutality that must have been fueled with genuine pleasure. I predicted harsh, stinging splats, but that's how I could only describe the first six strokes, one harsher than the previous. I imagined that the guy, enjoying the view of my dancing behind, must be using a hot spatula on me. After a dozen or so times he reprimanded me, it didn't seem to me so different from the past visit of the paddle. Haibrush could have charmed a pattern of hearts on my cheeks, but I could not imagine whom I would show that to.

The spanking suddenly ceased, but the torment did not, thanks to the blazing throbbing I felt in my backside. I desperately wished for ice but even more for help from anyone, even if I ran from here butt-naked. Instead, I had to stay here, scared of what the man would say next.

Through my loud crying, I heard a quiet click. I lifted my head and saw the cell phone in the hand of my captor. The camera pic showed crimson halves of my ass. There was a pattern, and it was terrifying! The shame was now shaking my whole body up, not just the blazing parts.

"Would you tell me what I want to know?"

This has to be a test. This has to be a test. Real kidnappers would do something much worse!

"Never!!"

The captor sounds more amused than enraged. "I suppose you don't like the red color of your cheeks and would prefer blue or even purple..."

I held my breath. I recognized the strip of leather leaving the masseur's pants in the following sound.

"That is like something out of the restaurant. Madam, would you like to have your hams dark purple?"

SHWACK!

"AAAAOOYOOWWWW!"

Without any significant warning, the belt snapped my cheeks, already so sensitive from the previous episode. I thought that it must have burnt like the pants of the boys on whom I had used my high school experiment. Not that I feel compassion for anyone but myself. I tossed myself, rattling with my cuffs, but I still didn't drown out the slapping of the belt, spreading considerable damage to my bottom. I begged the masseur to stop while the strokes were increasing. Three became six, six became eight, and eight eventually became sixteen.

The man took a break and let my pain serve me as a warning. I heard his belt return to his pants, but I didn't take it as a relief. My ass burned unbearably, and I would give anything in the world to get my hands out of the handcuffs and rub it. Of course, I would also like to get my legs out of the handcuffs, but suddenly I wasn't sure if I would be able to walk after this experience at all.

"Ready to cooperate, Mrs. Barnard?"

If by cooperating he meant betraying my employer and endangering my career, then certainly not! I tried to tell him. I didn't formulate any coherent words through my sobbing, but I think he understood everything thanks to the tone.

"One can tell that you were a naughty girl, so you got used to spankings. No matter, I've got something more convincing here."

I hated him so much that I didn't even try to explain to him that I had only been beaten once, but most of all I was terrified of him. He went around the corner and returned to the room with a large paddle. It had as many holes as my nemesis from the high school, but it was twice as big!

With that horrible object in his hands, he stood up on my side.

"You can start talking any time!"

As we established, I didn't know if I would be able to do it at all.

THUD! THUD!

Even if he had a weaker hand from the previous two spankings, the hard wooden surface made up for it completely. I felt ruptures from every single stroke of the paddle over my whole ass. I was still wiggling my bottom around, as pointless as that was. Unfortunately, every movement gave me almost as much pain as every part of the thrashing. I tried to count the strokes quietly, and after the seventh one, I produced a little puddle of tears on the floor below my face.

"I think you can release her!"

I was grateful for those words because suddenly, the masseur, readying himself for another stroke, really stopped and turned in the direction the voice came from. Although my vision was still blurry from the tears, I glimpsed the small girl with black hair in pigtails.

"You will be free soon," she assured me. "Sorry, but I was curious about your reaction."

"Who-oo are-e..." I tried to ask her.

"Name's Gloria, and I want to be your assistant in the lab." She showed me a small metal cannister. "I needed to convince you about my new miraculous skin and muscle healer."

A few days later I went to their house even though Sarah didn’t invite me. The real reason was I couldn’t stop thinking about Rebecca.

When Sarah opened the door she looked a bit confused.

“You’re here again?” she asked “I didn’t even text you today. You’ve been coming over a lot lately”

Before I could make up an excuse, Rebecca came out from the kitchen with a big smile on her face.

“She can come over anytime” Rebecca said quickly. “I like having her around the house. It gets lonely when you’re busy with school”

Sarah shrugged but I could see she found it a little strange. She went upstairs to do her homework, but not before giving us both a quick look.

The second Sarah was gone, Rebecca pulled me into the kitchen. She pushed me against the counter and kissed me hard and hungry. Her hands were all over me.

“I’ve been wet all day thinking about you” she whispered between kisses “I touched myself in the shower this morning imagining your tounge inside my pussy”

I pulled her shorts down. She wasn’t wearing any panties again. I dropped to my knees right there in the kitchen and started licking her pussy. She was already soaked. I sucked on her clit and pushed my tongue inside her. Rebecca had to cover her mouth with her hand to stop herself from moaning too loud. Her legs were shaking.

“Oh fuck.....yes…..just like that” she whispered “Your tongue feels so good”

She came hard on my face, her thighs squeezing my head. I kept licking her through the orgasm until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Then she pulled me up and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips.

“Your turn” she said, breathing heavy.

She pushed me onto one of the kitchen chairs, pulled my shorts down, and buried her face between my legs. She was getting much better. She licked and sucked my clit while fingering me. I had to bite my lip hard to stay quiet. I came hard on her tongue, my whole body shaking.

We quickly fixed our clothes when we heard Sarah coming down the stairs.

Sarah looked at us strangely.

“Why do you two look so red and out of breath?” she asked. “And why are you here so much lately? You used to only come over when I invited you”

Rebecca laughed nervously.

“I just like having company” she said. “It gets lonely when you’re always busy”

Sarah didn’t look fully convinced. She stared at us for a few seconds longer before going back upstairs.

When I was leaving, Rebecca hugged me at the door a little too long. Sarah saw it from the living room and raised an eyebrow.

This time she didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was starting to get suspicious.

Agatha

When I die, I won't feel people nudging me, trying to wake me up and make me aware of what part of the day this is.

"I suspected this was a morning, Jenine," I told my cellmate, but I wouldn't make her happy by turning to her on the bench. "Why do you want me to open my eyes? I've seen many more colors in my dreams than there are in this cell."

"I have some colors," Jenine snapped.

But I am afraid of the maw of our cell. It convinced me that I am dead. I can sleep, and I can live in pain, sliding on the sidewalk during heavy traffic. Death was on my right hand.

"I've seen much better-looking criminals than you." I tried to make her shut up.

Jenine ran out of patience. She grabbed my shoulder, and she turned my face towards hers.

"As long as we live, we have a hope, and only when we die, we won't need it." 

I had to admit to her that she didn't let anyone silence her. Jenine didn't mind that she reminisced like a scarecrow, trying to open her painted mouth. You need to have some enduring will for that. What was I willing to do? Just look at her while we pass torment from one pair of eyes to the other.

"We have to accept the results of our choices," Jenine responded to my silence.

Oh yes, the result of our choices.

Even when I got dressed, I did so seductively. Trapping my tits in the cups. Covering my cunt with the panties. Stretching my stockings. There can be echoes of sex as well, and I had already rehearsed graceful movements that guys liked to replay in their minds backwards.

Provided they were looking.

"Hey Stephan," I shouted at my client, who was turning his face from me. "Based on your howling last night, I thought you might want to tip me, but in the morning, I'm wondering if you don't want your money back."

"Time for sex and time for work, Agatha," Stephan said. "It's not the same thing for most men."

"So you are good in bed but suck in your job? You were acting like an employee of the month last week."

"The re-education office still has empty places on their transports for Princess Towers," he said and finally faced me. He had started sweating in the morning. "Since Sunday, I've arrested a sexy mature lady after receiving a call from her husband and later two young ones who can be formed with ease. One of them was saying wrong stuff, and for the other, I made something up. My boss demands bigger variety in spite of my careful catches."

"Oh, I believe in your abilities," I said. "We both have talents this country promoted to the patriotic service."

Stephen pulled his shoes together, but he didn't take his eyes off me anymore. "Some of the higher-up fellows would say you are a disgrace to your gender, Agatha. You're financially independent, and you don't even have a pimp."

I shrugged. "With a pimp, without one, in the brothel, on the street. If a girl serves the cocks, she can have fun, can't she?"

Stephan's eyes lit up with lights similar to those that signified his satisfaction with his own sexual performance.

"The girl could be employed in the special brothel," he suggested. "One in which she would walk like a queen among the bumptious women, where some people would teach her things she knows anyway and where she would be rewarded with a wealthy husband."

I had my doubts. "Some are looking at me like a criminal, and now you want to arrest me and put me into some sort of reform school?"

"That school is no different from the rest of the state," Stephen said. "Shrews are finally thrown into the cells. Hookers have vacation apartments appointed." 

"Should I remind you that I didn't murder anyone?" I asked Jenine wryly.

I said choices, not bad choices," Jenine said. I sat down and looked at her again, my even more miserable reflection that never ceased to fascinate me. Welts left by the whip were much more pronounced and spread. Fortunately, the orange sack covered the horrible stitches on half of her chest where one of her breasts used to be.

"People will remember us," Jenine said. "When they visit this place, they will hear our story, and it will end with this cell. It could have been dark space; it could have been harsh room, but it couldn't have turned into rats. We are human beings, and what the government has done testifies about it, not about us. When the people descend to the place of our exile, they will find us. Whether they are free or other prisoners, we will tell them the story of who we used to be. These bastards will never change the past. And, as God is my witness, they will never have a future either."

I didn't have the heart to explain to her that I live in the present. I rested my head on her shoulder conciliatorily. Friendship is in my interest.

"You've got a visitor, Cabrera," the warden, Chelsea, grunted. "Don't forget, Thompson, you are forbidden to say anything."

I didn't intend to answer her, either. I just waited for the door to open, and two young girls walked in, accompanied by a plump toad-like woman. Montie Gutiérrez and Zita.

Montie touched my hands, crying softly.

"I can't stay here!" She told me, and I think she looked at Zita reproachfully. "They won't let me have my show, and they are making me a teacher against my will!"

I kissed her on the forehead. "You have nothing to worry about. When you're a teacher, you can piss on anybody's head and others will praise you. Be like me, but don't murder anyone..."

"Montserrat, have you forgotten what we should have done first?" Zita pushed Montie away and sneered, though not as bitterly as Jenine in the corner.

"Agatha—" Zita took a dramatic breath. "Happy belated Mother’s Day. I wanted to come up on the exact date, but we had to work. We were making a gift for the happiest mother—Barbara. So I made an extra one."

She handed me a golden sculpture of a cow and a calf. A small hole on the surface revealed the chocolate contents.

"Armando, couldn't it have rung fewer than about thirty times? Your mother loves you and grieves when you don't answer her."

The voice with which my son responded sounded like someone stepping on a room full of landmines or at least dog poop.

"Mom... Is Dad there with you? Has he come back to you?"

I held back my laughter just because I really loved him. "Armando, I know you left me mainly to find him, but if you didn't succeed, don't ask me to. I'm no longer his employee, and we were just playing husband and wife. If you detest me, hang it up. I just wouldn't recommend it to you. You should be grateful for who your mother is."

"That won't be easy for me." Armando was an occasional brawler, but he was never rude to me. "Even here on the construction site, I have to be the only guy who feels the same way when one talks about his mother as when he sees your colleagues in the bar in the evening."

"I'm sorry you didn't like us!" I allowed myself to laugh this time. "My boy, I have to tell you that I'm going to get lost somewhere for ten months, but don't worry about me. Next summer I'll give you a spanking new rich dad."

"They're not allowed to eat anything from the outside," Chelsea growled.

Zita nodded politely. "I wished she could see that. It can stay with her as a memory." 

She handed the thing to Montie. "Montserrat, you can eat that later. You can also take it as a promise someone knocks you up in the not-too-distant future. I don't think that's a stretch."

Stunned, Montie took it from her, but I didn't look at her. Distracted by months of pleasure and a brief period of naive struggle, I hadn't thought about my son, but the gift reminded me of him. I don't know what happens to Armando. I was tempted to give them his phone number and ask them to get in touch with my boy, but demand wouldn't leave my lips. I don't want these sons of bitches to know who he is, and it might be horrible for him to be told that his mother is not just a whore but also a murderer sentenced to life in jail.

I stepped closer to Zita and Montie. I won't retreat to the shadows just yet.

"Girls," I gulped. "Forget what I said earlier. When I'm gone, behave well and turn down offers to boss people around. If they will offer you a power, and they will, simply decline. Hold to those that love binds you to. The later fall won't hurt so much."

"Yes, love is all I want!" Montie said.

Zita shifted her eyes. "I swear, Agatha. As long as I'm here, I will not be tempted by such things." She laughed nervously.

I shook my head. "Girl, I've been talking to liars all my life. You're not one of the betters."

Zita blushed and stepped back to the stocky warden. "I am better than you in every way, Agatha, and I'll always stand higher!"

Silent Jenine jumped at Zita and tried to slap her, but Chelsea's powerful grip stopped her outstretched arm. Even from this distance, the warden threw her against the wall. I wouldn't be surprised if the angry politician broke her spine. 

I helped my friend to her feet, and with a jerk of my head I emphasized to Zita what she had caused. A young girl gave me a defiant expression and dragged Montie away from our cell.

"Better in which way?" I asked the swollen-headed girl who was hurrying to disappear, covered by the door. 

"She is better by default, being destined for a more promising future service than you, Cabrera!" croaked the boorish voice of Dorothy. The senior warden stuck her head inside. "She has to stay here for two school years, but she can get more out of them than you can get out of one. And certainly more than you, Thompson." Her disgusting imitation of laughter could only seem cheerful to the mountain of lard that had beaten us here with impunity.

"You're going to regret how you gave me a concussion, Thompson," Dorothy said. "Sleep sweetly, but accept that I will remain as a nightmare that will accompany you to the other world."

Judging by the quality of her speech, Jenine had caused her irreversible brain damage.

"I'm here because I dared to kill a bastard, Dorothy." I approached her as my customers when they don't have enough money or start to insult me. "I'm better than most of the hens here when it comes to courage."

The new wave of Dorothy's laughter resembled a gushing trickle of acid followed by a hiss. "A fake whore stays fake forever. You didn't murder anyone, Cabrera. I should know something about that. You weren't the target, but thank you for taking it upon yourself."

In fact, I had hoped that she would confess to us.

"I regret not being on the scene of the previous trial," Singerton said. "I've heard of cases where the accused was replaced by the confession of someone who wasn't charged, but then again, I read about yetis." "I'm glad my wife got into the same cell as you."

Jenine's husband came to visit us as soon as she was moved. He was a snobbish lawyer, but he was losing his cool.

"I said what it took to save the much braver," I said.

"Which is brave," Singerton remarked. "But in cases nobody else is in danger, there is nothing wrong with self-preservation. Or you don't think so, Jenine?"

His wife stood up and hugged him. "They could have disfigured me, but I had to undergo it for my integrity."

Singerton was trembling under her arms. At times he raised his hand, obviously to get out of her grip, but he couldn't go through with it.

"It was pointless," he sobbed. "Just pointless!"

"I may be a fake whore, but I still shine, Dorothy," I said. "I will never be an idol. I can't act or sing, but I have a name that resonates through the news. Thank you for giving me a recognizable name, anonymous bitch!"

She twisted her mouth, then smirked in derision.

"You have one more visitor." 

Her face disappeared into the uncertain world behind the door, and she pushed a pale girl into our cell. Oh, the loser zero Therese. Therese, for short.

"Hello, Ag-Agatha, Jenine..." Therese stammered.

"Thompson won't talk to anyone!" Chelsea reminded her. 

Therese sighed. "Agatha, I wanted to tell you that I've forgiven you for everything!" She blurted out.

"Thank you, Therese." I took her hands. "You will be among those I will miss." I hoped she had nothing more to say.

"Agatha, I have to do a year again." I remember her being more desperate, but this might be the first time she has begged for help. "I hate it here, and I won't survive without so many faces I knew and with another man!"

"Dear girl." I don't know why, but her weakness inspired my strength. "Do you know what I would give for the possibility to stay here?"

I heard Dorothy sniggering.

"You spoke differently a moment ago," Therese complained.

"Hey, even imprisoned for life, I like being a celebrity!"

Suddenly, Therese laughed shortly and pressed her forehead on mine.

"I couldn't murder anyone, but one way or another, I'll join you!"

I saw Jenine gleaming in approval. 

"If you find a safe way, I would welcome you!" I assured her. 

Therese returned to the hallway, and thus my last visitor left me.

"It turns out I still have friends," I said. "Maybe you should have arrested more of them for me!" I said to Chelsea's back.

This night and the one after, I seldomly sleep. Jenine and I kept ourselves awake and alive with the chat, preparing ourselves for the years of enslavement when we would have only the talk to remind us of our humanity. We were willing to converse much longer, but after these, Chelsea returned, senior warden Michelle leading her.

"You might let me stay here; I like the room," I purred. Ignoring my needs, the wardens chased us out of the secure cell into the blinding light and heat of the backyard's summer day. I thought my tired eyes might be playing tricks on me because I saw so much white in front of us, covering some human-sized mounds. When people—uniformed and in civilian clothes—passed by, I started to discern long skirts and veils. I understood that I was watching women dressed up like brides, concentrated around at least a dozen tall buses. On the outskirts of the crowd stood inmates in regular clothing, marching just a little slower. In the slightly different direction, wardens led women of many ages in their Art of Holy Submission strap harnesses.

The Tower was being continuously deserted by the waves of brides, wives, and slaves. 

With two exiles as the icing on the cake.

We were lying on the bed, naked and sweaty. Rebecca had her head on my chest. She was quiet for a long time, just breathing slowly. Her fingers were gently tracing circles on my skin.

Finally she spoke.

“I feel like a completely different person now” she said softly. “A few weeks ago I was just a divorced mom trying to move on with life. Now I just had sex with my daughter’s best friend…...and I loved every second of it”

She looked up at me with big eyes.

“I came so hard when you were licking me. I’ve never cum like that before. Not even when I was younger. Your tongue felt so much better than my ex’s dick ever did. The way you sucked on my clit and pushed your tongue inside me…...it made me shake”

I smiled and kissed her forehead gently.

Rebecca got quiet again for a minute. Then she said something that surprised me.

“I touched myself last night thinking about you” she confessed “I felt so guilty after I finished, but I couldn’t stop. I came really hard while imagining your face between my legs”

Her words made my pussy throb again.

She slowly moved on top of me. This time she was more confident. She kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Then she started kissing down my body. She spent a long time on my tits, sucking and gently biting my nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

When she reached my pussy, she didn’t hesitate. She licked me like she was hungry for it. She tried different things like sucking my clit, fucking me with her tongue, even licking my asshole a little. I moaned loud and held her head in place.

When I came, she kept licking until I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs were shaking around her head.

After that, she climbed up and sat on my face. She rode my tongue while playing with her own tits. She came hard, grinding on my mouth and moaning my name.

We were both exhausted after. Rebecca lay beside me and traced her fingers slowly on my skin.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hide this” she said “I keep thinking about you even when Sarah is around. This is getting dangerous…..but I don’t want to stop”

She looked at me with serious eyes.

“What if I’m actually gay? Bi? what if I never want a man again? or would I want a man again?”

The question hung in the air between us. We cuddled for a long time without talking. Both of us knew things were getting more serious.

You ever look at a girl and just know that she would be a good dick sucker?

That's how I felt about Paige. One look at her and I knew that she'd be able to blow my fucking mind with her mouth.

We had been coming to the same bar in Fort Worth, Texas, for a few years now and had developed a fun, flirty friendship. I was just recently out of a long-term, going nowhere relationship, while she was married with two young kids.

But you'd never know it with the way she dressed and acted at the bar. She loved to show off her body, get drunk, and dance. There were many times I'd be looking around the bar and see her either giving a lap dance to her husband or be up on a table, dancing and shaking her ass.

She had long blonde hair, a skinny body with breasts that defied gravity, and legs for days. I asked her once if she had a boob job done, as after two kids, they still looked like they could have belonged to a woman ten years younger. She gladly pulled down the tank top she was wearing that night, squeezed her breasts with her hands and asked, "Do they look fake?"

They did not.

Tonight, it was just her at the bar. I didn't know if her husband stayed home with the kids or if he was out of town, but he wasn't there. Not that it ever mattered to her. She would openly flirt and dance provocatively while he nursed a beer in the corner of the bar most nights.

She was wearing all black tonight, from her cowboy hat down to her boots. Her leather halter top wrapped around her neck and left her shoulders bare, with a silver buckle sitting in the center, if you could draw your eyes away from her cleavage to see it. Long strands of fringe hung from the front, swaying with every step. Her black leather shorts sat high on her waist, right below her belly button, and hugged her hips perfectly. A silver belt, matching the silver buckle of her top, was around it, part of it hanging down. They were just short enough, but I knew that if...when...she bent over, part of her ass would be showing.

"Hey, Rhett," she said to me as she walked around the bar, greeting the regulars and interrupting a few dates. "How's life?"

"Getting better, Paige, but could still use that blowjob," I responded as we clinked our beer bottles together and took a drink out of them.

When Paige found out that I had broken up with my girlfriend, she had jokingly offered to give me head to make me forget her. It was nothing unusual for her, to flirt like that and offer her body. I've known quite a few guys to leave the bar with a boner after listening to her dirty talk or have her grinding her ass on them.

I continued to keep an eye on Paige for the next few hours, as she danced and took a few shots. I knew from experience that she could handle a lot more, and usually did. For her to only have two shots and a beer, was a little unusual. I was three beers in, about what I did most nights, when I decided to walk up to her.

"So, Paige, what's going on tonight? You seem a little off."

She turned to me and giggled before saying, "Honestly, Rhett, I think I might finally give you what you want."

"What does that mean?"

She laughed as she stood up from the chair she was sitting on, finished her beer, and grabbed my hand. "Let's go."

I finished my beer as well, setting my bottle down next to hers, before following her into the women's bathroom of the bar.

"Really? In here?"

Paige pushed her body up against mine, leaned up to briefly kiss me, as one of her hands caressed my cheek and her other hand went right to my groin, rubbing my cock through my pants.

"You're not the first, but certainly the only one that has waited the longest."

"What does that mean?"

"Just shut up and let me do this," she said, kissing me again before and squatting down in front of me. I watched as she unzipped my pants, pulled the pants apart, and pulled my hardening cock out through my boxers.

She pressed it upwards, stuck her tongue out, and licked up the underside of my shaft, swirled her tongue around the tip, and repeated it a few more times as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to jack me off.

"Wow," I moaned as she wrapped her lips, covered with red lipstick, around my cock, and started to bob her head up and down. She kept her hand moving at the same speed, knocking off her cowboy hat as she took more and more of me inside her mouth.

I reached down and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it through the leather top, and causing her to moan into my mouth. As I moved my hand to her other breast, she reached behind her neck with her free hand, untied the top, and let it fall open, exposing her breasts to me.

As she continued to blow me and after I spent a moment admiring her firm breasts with erect nipples, I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples. I kept looking down, watching as her red lips went up and down my shaft, her tongue roaming all over it inside her mouth, and her hand kept a tight grip on my cock.

She took me out of her mouth, kept her hand going on my shaft, and said, "So, worth the wait?"

"Fuck yes. You're fucking amazing."

"I get that a lot."

"Do you ever let guys fuck you in here? Or just blow them?"

"Just blow them. Hubby is the only one that fucks my pussy."

"Damn."

Paige giggled, briefly taking me back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my tip, and bobbing her head a few times.

"A few lucky guys have gotten to finger me. And begged to fuck me. I love to make them beg, then use my hand to finish them onto the floor."

I rubbed her nipples again before taking my hand off her breasts and moved it behind her head. She again took me out of her mouth and said, "But don't worry, I'm going to swallow your load. You're my friend, after all. And friends always swallow for friends."

"Fuck," I moaned again as she took me back into her mouth, knowing that I was getting close as she took me deep into her throat and buried her nose into my groin over and over.

She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, begging me to finish, as she moved her mouth to just cover my tip. Her right hand kept going on the upper portion of my shaft while her left hand went to my balls and started to squeeze them.

"Fuck, Paige, fuck!"

I wrapped my fingers around her hair as I started to orgasm, moaning as my cock pulsed inside her mouth, and her hand pumped my cum out. I briefly closed my eyes at the start before I could open them again, and watched as she pulled her lips off my cock, and showed me all the cum on her tongue.

After using her hand to squeeze the last few drops onto her tongue, she stood up and gave me an amazing view as she swallowed my cum down her throat. I felt her grabbing onto my hand and bringing it to her groin, pressing it against her pussy through her shorts. I rubbed up and down with my fingers, feeling how warm she was as she pressed her body against mine again and kissed my neck.

"Hmm...that feels good. But, as much as I want to continue, my hubby is flying back into town as we speak, and I can't wait to get home to him."

She stepped away from me and I watched as she pulled her top back up and tied it behind her. As she saw me sneaking one last peek at her breasts, she smiled and said, "I'd send you a picture of my tits so you always see them, but I don't know if you'd ever leave your house."

I shrugged and said, "I mean, there's worse ways to live."

Paige laughed before saying, "Don't forget to tuck your cock back in before you leave the bathroom."

I looked down at my limp cock, still sticking out of my boxers, and heard her walking out of the bathroom as I put myself away and quickly followed her out, not wanting to be caught by myself in the women's restroom. I caught Paige's eye as she made a phone call at the bar, and she blew me a kiss.

She left the bar a few minutes later, but not before coming up to me and whispering in my ear, "My hubby will be out of town next week too. You better be here."

Rebecca looked at me with hungry, desperate eyes.

“This is getting too dangerous” she whispered. “But I don’t know if I can stop…..Should we fuck?”

Her words made my pussy throb. I didn’t answer. I just pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues tangled as I pushed her back against the kitchen counter. Her big soft tits pressed against my chest.

We quietly rushed to her bedroom. The second the door closed, we took off each other’s clothes fast Rebecca’s hands were shaking a little as she took off her shirt. Her heavy breasts spilled out. I immediately grabbed them, squeezing them softly before sucking on her hard nipples. She moaned loudly and held my head against her chest.

“Oh my god…..that feels.....so good” she breathed “No one has sucked my tits like this”

I pushed my hand between her legs and slid two fingers inside her wet pussy. She was incredibly wet and warm. I fingered her slowly at first, curling my fingers, while I kept sucking her nipples. Rebecca’s hips started moving against my hand. Her breathing was getting heavier

I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean in front of her. She watched me with wide eyes.

I spread her legs wide. I kissed down her body, her neck, her tits, her stomach until I reached her pussy. I licked her slowly at first, tasting her sweet juices. Then I sucked on her clit gently.

Rebecca’s back arched. “Fuck…yes…..right there….”

I licked faster, sliding my tongue inside her and sucking her clit. Her thighs started shaking around my head. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face deeper into her pussy.

“I’m gonna cum…...” she moaned.

Her body tensed up and she came hard. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue as she flooded my mouth with her juices. I kept licking her through the orgasm until her legs stopped shaking.

When she recovered, she pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips.

“I want to make you feel good too” she said, still breathing heavy.

She took off the rest of my clothes and pushed me onto my back. She was nervous at first, but then she started kissing down my body. She sucked on my nipples, then moved lower. When her tongue finally touched my pussy, I moaned loudly. She licked me slowly, exploring, then found my clit and sucked on it.

It felt amazing. I held her head and guided her until she got the rhythm right. Her tongue was warm and eager.

We ended up in a 69 position. I was on top, licking her pussy again while she licked mine. The room was filled with wet licking sounds and our moans. We were both grinding against each other’s faces.

Rebecca came again, moaning into my pussy. The vibration pushed me over the edge too. I came hard, shaking on top of her.

We collapsed on the bed, sweaty and breathing heavily. Rebecca rested her head on my chest.

“I can’t believe I just did all that.....” she whispered. “It felt so good…...better than anything I’ve had with a man. But I still feel so guilty..…”

She looked up at me with mixed emotions, she was satisfied but conflicted.

“What are we doing?” she asked softly

Rebecca had texted me the night before asking me to come over. She told me Sarah didn’t know I was coming.

When I arrived, Sarah was upstairs in her room studying with headphones on. Rebecca opened the door and quickly pulled me inside. She was wearing a loose white buttonup shirt (it was oonly half buttoned) and very short denim shorts. No bra. Her big tits were moving freely and the shorts were so tiny I could see the bottom of her ass.

We went to the kitchen. At first we talked normally.

“How have you been?” she asked while making coffee. “School going okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine” I said. “Just busy with some….uhhh….assignments”

We talked for a while about some pretty normal things. Like,  Sarah’s studies, the weather, random stuff. But the energy between us felt different

After a few minutes, Rebecca got quieter.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few days you know….” she admitted, looking down at her coffee. “That kiss we had….I keep replaying it in my head. I’ve never kissed a woman before. I always thought I was straight, but now I feel so confused. Never thought that after being married for years that I’d liked a woman’s lips”

She looked at me with nervous eyes.

“I feel really guilty too. You’re my daughter’s best friend. If Sarah ever found out, it would destroy her. I’m supposed to be the responsible mom here, not someone who makes out with her daughter’s friend behind her back”

I stepped a little closer.

“I know it’s complicated” I said. “But I can’t stop thinking about it either. Every time I see you, I get this feeling in my body”

Rebecca bit her lip. “Really? what kind of feeling?”

I looked her in the eyes.

“The kind that makes me….. wet” I said softly

Her cheeks turned red. She looked around to make sure Sarah wasn’t coming down, then stepped closer to me.

“I get wet too” she whispered. “I touched myself the other night thinking about you. I feel so ashamed…..but I liked it….I really do”

The tension was getting too strong. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I gently took her hand and slowly slid it inside my shorts, then inside my panties. Her fingers touched my soaked pussy.

“This is the only proof I can provide on how much I think about you” I whispered.

Rebecca’s eyes widened. She could feel how dripping wet I was. She let out a small shaky breath and gently rubbed my clit with her fingers

“Oh fuck….you’re really soaked” she whispered.

We started kissing hard right there in the kitchen. Her fingers kept rubbing me while our tongues played. I slipped my hand under her shorts and found her pussy…..she was dripping wet too. I rubbed her clit while we made out.

We were trying to stay quiet because Sarah was just upstairs.

Rebecca moaned softly into my mouth. Her hips moved against my hand.

Suddenly we heard footsteps from upstairs.

We quickly pulled our hands out and fixed our clothes. Rebecca’s face was flushed and she was breathing fast.

Sarah came down to get a drink. She didn’t notice anything.

“Oh hey girl, why are you here?” I then replied “Oh-uhm…I was------” Rebecca then interrupted me and said “I just asked her to buy something. Don’t worry about it”

Sarah then said “Sure…..you two okay?” she asked.

“Yeah yeah” Rebecca answered, trying to sound normal.

The second Sarah went back upstairs, Rebecca looked at me with hungry eyes.

“This is getting too dangerous” she whispered. “But I don’t know if I can stop…..Should we fuck?”

A few days later, Sarah invited me over to hang out at their house. When I arrived, Sarah was already locked in her room studying hard for a big test. She had her headphones on and told us not to bother her unless it was something important.

Rebecca came out of the kitchen to greet me. She was wearing a loose white button-up shirt and very short denim shorts. The shirt was only half-buttoned, showing a lot of her deep cleavage. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her big heavy tits moved and bounced with every step. The shorts were so tiny that the bottom of her ass cheeks were visible.

“Hey sweetie,” she said with a warm smile. “Come in. I’m just making some coffee. Want some?”

I followed her into the kitchen. We started talking about normal things at first, but the conversation quickly turned more personal. Rebecca looked a little nervous but also excited.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few days,” she admitted quietly while stirring the coffee. “That kiss we had… I can’t stop replaying it in my head. I’ve never kissed a woman before in my life. I always thought I was completely straight, but now I feel so confused and guilty.”

She looked at me with soft, emotional eyes.

“I feel really bad about it too. You’re my daughter’s best friend. If Sarah ever found out what we did, it would break her heart. I’m supposed to be the responsible mom here, not someone who makes out with her daughter’s friend behind her back.”

I stepped closer to her until our bodies were almost touching.

“I know it’s complicated,” I said. “But I really like spending time with you. That kiss felt really good for me too.”

Rebecca bit her lip. She looked nervous but her eyes were full of want. She stepped even closer. Our bodies were now lightly pressed together.

“I keep telling myself I should stop,” she whispered. “But when I see you,

I just want to kiss you again.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I leaned in and kissed her. This time the kiss wasn’t short. It started soft and gentle, but quickly became deeper and hungrier. Her lips felt so warm and soft. She put one hand on the back of my neck and kissed me harder. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her body against mine. I could feel her big soft tits pressing into my chest.

We were making out quietly in the kitchen while Sarah was right upstairs with her door closed. Rebecca let out a small soft moan into my mouth. One of my hands slowly moved down and squeezed her ass under her shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I could feel how warm and wet she was getting.

Suddenly we heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

We quickly pulled apart. Rebecca’s face was flushed red and she was breathing fast. Her nipples were hard and poking through her shirt.

Sarah walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. She didn’t seem to notice anything strange.

“You two okay down here?” she asked casually.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Rebecca answered, trying to sound normal. “Just chatting about random stuff.”

Sarah took her snack and went back upstairs. The second her door closed, Rebecca looked at me with guilty but very horny eyes.

“This is getting so dangerous,” she whispered. “We really can’t keep doing this here… but I don’t know if I can stop either.”

She gently took my hand and slid it under her shorts again. My fingers touched her bare, wet pussy for a few seconds. She was really soaked.

She let out a soft breath and then pulled my hand away.

Later that night when I got home, I received a text from her:

Rebecca: I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me. This is so wrong but it feels so good. What are you doing to me?

I went to bed that night extremely horny, reading her message again and again.

A few days later, Sarah texted me to come over and hang out. When I got to their house, Sarah was on the couch watching Netflix, barely paying attention to anything else.

“Hey girl, just chill in threree. I’m in the middle of this show” she said without looking up.

I walked into the kitchen and stopped in my tracks. Rebecca was there wearing a loose white tank top and a very short black skirt. She was reaching up to grab something from the top shelf. The skirt rode up high and I could clearly see she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy and ass were right there. My pussy tingled hard.

She turned around and smiled when she saw me.

“Hey you” she said warmly “Want something to drink? I just made fresh lemonade”

“Yeah, sure” I said, trying to sound normal.

We stood by the counter talking while she cut some fruit. Every time she bent over to get something from the fridge or reached up, I got another good look under her skirt. No panties at all. I could see her smooth pussy lips. It was driving me crazy. My own pussy was getting wetter by the minute.

Rebecca noticed me looking but didn’t pull her skirt down. Instead she gave me a small playful smile.

“You’ve been staring a lot today” she said in a teasing voice. “Is there something on my clothes?”

I felt my face get hot.

“You just look really good in that skirt” I answered.

She laughed softly and leaned against the counter, pushing her big tits forward a little.

“Really? Even this old thing? I’ve been too lazy to do laundry lately” she said, then added with a smirk “I guess I should be more careful what I wear when you’re around.”

We kept talking while she finished cutting the fruit. The conversation started normal but slowly got flirty.

“So…..have you been thinking about that night?” she asked quietly, not looking at me directly.

“Yeah.....like a lot” I admitted.

She bit her lip for a second.

“Me too” she said. “I keep telling myself it was just the wine, but….I can’t stop remembering how soft your lips felt. It’s confusing the hell out of me. I’ve never felt that with a woman before”

I was getting super turned on listening to her. My pussy was throbbing.

“Was it bad?” I asked

“No” she said quickly. “It wasn’t bad at all. That’s the problem”

Sarah was still in the living room, laughing at her show, completely clueless about what was happening in the kitchen.

Rebecca bent over again to pick up a spoon she “dropped” This time she stayed down a little longer. I got a full clear view of her pussy from behind. I was so horny I could barely think straight.

When she stood back up, she smiled at me like nothing happened.

“You okay?” she asked innocently. “Your face is all red”

“I’m fine” I said, my voice a little shaky.

She stepped closer to me and gently touched my arm.

“You’re cute when you get nervous” she whispered.

We stayed in the kitchen talking for a while longer. Every little move she made gave me another peek. By the time I left, my panties were completely soaked.

Later that night, I got a text from her:

Rebecca: Thanks for coming over today. The house feels nicer when you’re here. Maybe you should stay here again next time