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As she did, Tom got on his back on the floor and said, "Here ya' go honey. Have a seat," as he held his rod in hand, indicating he wanted to screw her. With a bit of repositioning, she was soon mounted on top of him and had resumed orally servicing Paul, who was straddling Tom's upper torso.

This left Dave out in the cold, but only briefly as Cheryl ceased sucking Paul's cock long enough to turn to him, pat her ass, and say, "Dive in." In a matter of about thirty seconds or so, she had three dicks prodding her various openings.

By the time this had all unfolded, Mark was ready to blow his load, and did so with one last slam into Tiffany. His thrust lifted her backside up and shoved her forward, forcing my cock deep into her throat. She gagged and shook her head free of my prick as the black man held her hips while he pumped his cum into her. When he was through, he simply uncoupled from the teen, letting her knees fall to the floor again, and then stumbled back to the chair where he had originally been lounging.

Tiffany looked up at me and meekly said, "Sorry about that," in reference to her gag reflex.

I tenderly said, "No need to apologize," leaning forward to kiss her sweet lips.

Tiffany pulled herself up and crawled into my lap, sliding her pussy down on my hard-on. My hands immediately went to her tits, knowing that she was a lot more likely to get off if I worked on them a bit. I could feel Mark's sperm inside her, and squishing out of her as she rode up and down my pole. Once again I had 'sloppy seconds' but I didn't really mind. In all actuality, I was more concerned about getting her off. I guess it probably had something to do with the fact that I had already blown one load and knew that I was going to blow another. Whatever the case, I centered my attention on her nipples and started teasing them. I could see the reaction in her face almost instantly, and I knew that I was headed in the right direction.

I took a quick glance at the other group and saw that Paul's pecker was back at full attention as it slid in and out of Cheryl's mouth. Dave and Tom were sawing away at her lower regions while her big boobs bounced and jiggled. They were all moaning and groaning in their own little world, so I returned to mine. Tiffany was grinding her pussy on my rigid staff while I pulled and twisted her nipples. She wasn't working at a furious pace; more what I would consider a determined one. Her eyes were closed, head tossed back and she looked like a naked angel to me, with her blonde mop cascading around her shoulders.

I released her nipples from my grip, leaned my head forward and started gently biting her breasts, teasingly avoiding the nipples. She whimpered under my ministrations and her breathing accentuated her eroticism. My teeth tugged at her flesh with increasing force and I was soon causing her to gasp audibly each time they clamped down.

"That's right lover boy; you know what I like," she hissed as I finally gave in and started to chew her nipples as well. I still wasn't gnawing her as ferociously as I had that day on the mountain trail, but I was accomplishing my plan to make her cum. Judging from the various other trysts that we had been involved in, I could tell that she was getting ever so close to her pinnacle.

I suddenly felt a strange sensation between my legs and looked down to, surprisingly, see Kelly on the floor with her head nuzzled into our combined crotch area. She was licking my cum and pussy-juice covered balls and attempting to get at Tiffany's filled pussy. Tiffany became aware of the woman's presence and lifted off of me to give her access. Kelly devoured my slippery shaft in one smooth motion, sucking in almost all of my length. She nursed my cock for mere moments before releasing me, only to push her tongue into Tiffany's hot gash. The youngster must've been unsatisfied by the penetration Kelly was getting because she stood straight up in the couch, turned 180 degrees and squatted back into position above my manhood. This gave Kelly a much better angle and she dove back into the blonde's hairless snatch.

After a few more moments, Tiffany slowly lowered her body, sliding back onto my waiting rod. Kelly continued to suck my balls and lick up and down my shaft in time with Tiffany's humping of me. Every so often, Tiffany would pause, with me buried in her box, to allow Kelly to tease her clit with an outstretched tongue. I reached my hands around the teen to find her tits once more, which I started to maul and harass. As she bounced on my lap faster and faster, I increased the wickedness of my treatment to Tiffany's breasts. Within a couple of minutes she hammered down on me and began to convulse in orgasmic delirium.

As her hips wriggled above me, her cunt muscles squeezing my dick, I suddenly felt the urge hit me that I too was about to cum. But before I could reach release, Tiffany pulled off of my straining boner. She eased backward and lowered herself into a sitting position on my lower abdomen. Her hands found mine, still on her chest, and together we continued to knead her heaving breasts. I wasn't being nearly as rough, and I think that is precisely what the girl was looking for. She was still basking in the afterglow of her climax and, from my experience, it makes no difference how hot the sex has been, most women want that 'cuddle time' afterward. Her head leaned back onto my shoulder and, although the position was a little awkward, we locked into a passionate kiss.

Kelly wasted no time engulfing my dick, to my relief, when it sprang free of the younger woman's vagina. She worked her skilled tongue over the swollen head and sucked me deep into her throat. I grew nearer and nearer to orgasm with each movement of her head in my groin, and within just moments, I tensed and began to spew my load into her willing mouth. After the initial jets spurted from me, I could feel her pull back, letting my prick escape her lips. I was still cumming, though, and could feel the jism edging out of my cock and sliding down the shaft. She didn't let it go to waste and engulfed me once more, sucking all of the cream from my manhood.

Tiffany and I broke the kiss and watched as her mother completed servicing the men that were fucking her, Kelly continuing to lick at us both. I didn't know if Cheryl had gotten off or not, but it was evident that Dave had. He was no longer behind her and her undulating ass was splotched with shining globs of what could have only been semen. Tom was still beneath her and she rode up and down on him with Paul's dick slipping to and fro through her lips.

But the show didn't last too long, as both Tom and Paul lost control at virtually the same time. Each of them pulled out of their respective holes and blasted their juice onto Cheryl's body. Tom's cum flew out of his cock to mingle with Dave's on her butt, and Paul's diminished load (it was his third of the afternoon, after all) landed right on her beautiful face. Moments later, Cheryl moved off of Tom and plopped her cum splattered butt down on the towel that Kelly had vacated.

Cheryl's hand went to her pussy, indicating she had not had the pleasure of her own climax, although she'd been well probed by the men. She commenced vigorously rubbing her own clit in an attempt to bring herself off. Kelly turned her head to see what was happening and then deserted us in favor of more active involvement. She crawled to the supine Cheryl and dropped between her thighs to munch the freshly-fucked, but still needy, twat. The rest of us, worn out from our escapades, just lounged around and watched as the experienced Kelly worked her magic on Cheryl, one more time.

It was only a few minutes before Cheryl's back arched up and off the floor as she wailed, "Oh God...Oh God...Yes-Yes-Yes," through her orgasm.

When it was over, Kelly rolled over and just laid there, using Cheryl's pussy as a pillow, with a very contented look on her face. In fact, everyone had that same look of satisfaction, with the exception of Tiffany. I asked her what was wrong and she quietly told me, "I was shortchanged."

"What do you mean?" I queried.

"I only got off once," she pouted.

"Well maybe I can make it up to you....tomorrow or the next day," I said. "Maybe we can go on a 'special' picnic," I suggested.

"That sounds promising," she replied and laid her head back on my shoulder.

"For now," I whispered, "Let's sneak upstairs and take a shower."

The idea seemed to satisfy her for the moment, and we slipped away while everyone else slumbered in post-fuck recovery.

We showered together, cleaning the aftermath of the evening from each others bodies. I know Tiffany would have liked for me to have gone a lot further than the mere petting and playing we engaged in, but I was just too worn out. Still, we both enjoyed the hot water and each other's company. After toweling off, we went to my room where I donned a pair of loose athletic shorts, giving Tiffany one of my T-shirts to wear. The shirt was a bit too big for her but she pulled it on and we went back downstairs to see what was happening.

To our surprise, the place was deserted but everything was just as it had been when we made our escape. So we tidied up a bit and then made ourselves a late supper. After eating, we moved out to the deck with a couple of beers. We spent the rest of the evening laying together in one of the large chaise lounges and never did see any of the others. We looked at the stars, talked, kissed, and teased each other for a couple of hours and then retired, both of us sleeping in my bed that night.

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My name is Andy Neal I am one of a group of six. Three married couples. We are now all in our late thirties. We have been a group and have been interacting with each other since the lower grades.

The interesting and different thing about this group is that we were three sets of brothers and sisters.

There was my sister Donna and I. There was Lois and Jim Wilson. There was Bill and Marg Jones. It ended up that each of the us guys has married the sister of one of the other two. Simple in some ways very complicated in others.

So the cast is three married couples made up as follows:

Marg Jones married me, Andy Neal Lois Wilson married William (Bill) Jones Donna Neal married Jim Wilson

We all six have been 'thick as thieves' since each of our parents happened to become the first three to buy homes in a new development. The Wilson's were our next door neighbors and the Jones's were back fence to both of us due to the fact of the Jones's having a larger lot for some reason.

Anyhow we six were all between eight and ten at the time and within walking distance of school. We were also without other neighbors for several months. It wasn't long before we were 'thick as thieves'. So for these and who knows what other reasons we bonded early and have stayed that way until this day.

Somewhere along the line we discovered kissing. After that we discovered 'Spin the Bottle' and 'Post Office' We knew about incest however this was only kissing. This was not viewed as an excuse to get out of kissing our sibling if the bottle happened to point their way.

In High School we all dated others but come college days and becoming the ripe old age of 18 things changed back. Of course nothing sexual happened between any of us before we had all reached our 18th birthdays.

After that while there were countless sessions of 'making out' and petting there was no sex except between those who eventually married. I can't say that there were not some close calls and a few orgasms, but no actual intercourse or oral.

We married in a triple ceremony as we began our separate lives. We did however stay within shouting distance (Less than an hour's drive) from each other and got together frequently.

As married adults we continued to play kissing games occasionally. We added strip poker to our repertoire. We all necked and even petted a little with the other's spouse now and then over the years. Some times the other's spouse was our own sibling.

I'm sure that if the truth were known there has probably been quite a lot of masturbation while fantasizing over some illicit act with one or the other of the non spouses. I admit to also having masturbated while picturing illicit acts between me and my sister Donna.

I've heard since that some of our other friends have long assumed that our interaction's had become what might be called 'swinging'. Well they had not at least for the first twenty five years.

We probably still wouldn't have it the power hadn't gone out during one of the darkest and longest storms ever. It happened this way.

We happened to be spending the long weekend in a large one room hunting cabin in the deep Maine woods. It was owned by Lois and Jim's parents but we all have use of it in the absence of the senior Wilson's.

Four of us, Marg and I along with Lois and Bill had all driven up on Friday in my SUV. The ten hour trip was tiring so we has simply unloaded, crafted a quick supper and sacked out. The next day Marg helped Lois put the place in order.

Bill and my assignments were to get the boat ready and to pick up some hardware items we needed and some food items that had been forgotten.

There was a large lake which could be accessed from a far corner of the property. There was a boat house with a couple of fishing and hunting boats along with a pontoon boat which was for us to use. There was also a swimming area.

Since the boats were covered with tarps it didn't take long for us to get them presentable. We gave the pontoon boat a test run then returned to the cabin. By then the girls had the lists for us.

"Andy. How about you do the hardware items while I do the grocery." Said Bill. "I know my way around the market pretty well by now."

We did just that and got our chores done quickly thus returned to the cabin an hour earlier that we had planned. We unloaded our supplies making two trips between car and cabin without seeing or hearing the girls.

The house being empty of girls we went looking. We assumed that they were swimming. We quickly packed up the makings of a picnic lunch and headed down to join them. Although we made no particular attempt to be quiet we were pretty close before we caught sight of them.

And, what a sight it was. The two ladies, waist deep in the water were bare chested. They apparently had not noticed us. In addition they were facing each other each holding their boobs up high, one in each hand. Said boobs were separated only by inches. Even from where I was standing which was some distance away I could see four erect nipples.

Of course I have a lot of spotting nipples both erect and otherwise I can spot them from a distance of 100 paces. Anyhow they hadn't seen us as Bill and I pulled up short. I couldn't figure out what was going on but it did seem to have erotic possibilities.

As we watched the girls moved those last few inches toward one another bringing their nipples into firm contact. They began an exercise of rubbing the other's nipples with their own.

Bill and I stood absolutely still as we waited to see what would happen next. My cock was straining trying to escape the confines of my swim trunks. I glanced over at Bill. He was having the same reaction as I watching the interplay between his wife and his sister.

"God." He whispered. "Isn't that a beautiful sight. The two sexiest women I know seem ready to go at it. I hope it doesn't bother you Andy old buddy but I love seeing it."

At that moment the girls began a process of taking their hands from their own breast and cupping the other's. It took a minute or two to complete the process as they took time to tweak first their own and then the other's nipples.

After another moment they moved their heads closer together as if intending to kiss. At that moment a Bald Eagle hit the water between them and us coming up with a fish in his beak. We were all startled and the tableau broke up.

Bill and I then continued our approach as the girls turned toward us displaying the fact of their upper body nudity as Marg said.

"I'm sure you guys don't mind if we eliminate our tan lines. We promise to cover up if strangers get near. As we got closer Lois's eyes were drawn to our still somewhat tented bathing shorts and spoke out saying.

"Look at them Marg. They can't deny that they liked what they saw."

I didn't say anything but my face was red.

Bill tried to cover up saying. "What we saw? I saw nothing. I saw nothing." But like me his face was red.

In spite of it all we quickly got the food stowed, the boat untied, and found our way out into the main lake. Marg and Lois stayed topless to our joy. The lake was deserted it be a weekday mid-morning. After a while I couldn't resist saying.

"If you girls insist you can avoid the tan lines on the bottom half of you bodies too. I won't object. I sure Bill won't either."

"Fair is fair." My wife stated. "We will if you will. OK Lois?"

"It's OK with me but I think that you just want to see your brother's cock while it's hard."

After a minute Marg answered. "Yea, there's that too. I've never seen it truly hard." After a moment she added. "Or felt it either."

"Did you want to?" I asked. "See it? Feel it? I can't imagine Bill ever denied you that."

My wife didn't answer nor did Bill comment. Lois looked at me and winked before putting her hands at her waistband and asking.

"Do we have an agreement?" We all nodded and stripped off our bottoms.

I had a bit of trouble getting it past my still cock. I noticed that Bill had the same problem. For a moment I suffered the typical male embarrassment of having other male know that I had an erection. Then I said "what the hell" to myself and turned toward the others.

So now we all four stood facing one another, naked. There were no spectacular features to 'wow' over just four reasonably well kept but unspectacular figures. I took a second look at Lois. I had casually felt her boobs a couple of times. They looked as good bare as they had felt.

I had seen them across a card table too. But seeing them in this setting where we seemed to be approaching some new plateau was extra exciting to me. My cock showed it's interest by springing even further upward.

I looked at Bill. His was not exactly limp either. Did he harbor thoughts of incest. Did Marg? Did I care? The answer to those questions was at this moment an unequivocal, "NO!".

Lois looked at my cock apparently studying it carefully. Then she looked at her husband. Then she looked at my wife and said.

"Not much difference is there? Certainly not in length. One cut the other not. You think you could tell you husband from your brother if one of their cocks was stuck into you in a dark room?"

"I don't know." Answered Marg. "Let's think about finding out. A quick in and out really wouldn't be incest would it?"

"No." I said making sure that I got my say in quickly. "It wouldn't. Only actual intercourse is incest."

"Well." Said Bill. UCMJ (Uniform Code of Military Justice) uses the expression "Penetration however slight is sufficient to prove the offense."

"What if I don't take 'offense', what then?" Asked my wife.

Just then another boat could be seen speeding in our direction. It was decided that we would all sit and the girls would put on their tops. As we approached and passed my mind was on the possible outcome of what we had begun.

I won't bore you with the details of the rest of the day. Suffice to say that the air stayed charged with erotic impulses. I knew that the first move that someone made would set off a chain reaction. However I really wanted someone else, preferably my wife Marg to lead.

After all for her it would both be 'swinging' and incest. Some private conversations were in order before someone ended up unhappy. Later, after we got back I got Marg alone and asked.

"Do you really want to Fuck your brother?" Shyly she slowly nodded.

"You've wanted to for a long time I guess?" Again she nodded.

"I understand. I'd like nothing better than to have sex with Donna."

Then before she could reply I asked.

"Meanwhile, do you care if I fuck Lois?" She kissed me and replied.

"Have at it. I know you've wanted to for a long time. and she certainly is very sexy. As a matter of fact if........." My wife did not complete her thought.

I was sure that Bill and Lois were having a similar conversation. I guessed with similar results. All that remained now was for someone to make the first move.

We were all carelessly dressed but we really needed some kind of an ice breaker. I was certain from various remarks and actions that both Jim and Bill had more than a little interest in bedding Marg. The real question was would they or wouldn't they, given opportunity and provocation.

We completed the supper preparations then took our dishes out to the covered balcony to eat. As we looked out over the valley we could see a thunder storm approach. We looked at other with wicked grins both remembering a love making session once under a table in our back yard as the rain poured down.

We took the mattress off of the double lounge and placed it on the floor in preparation. We spread an oversized beach towel over to protect it from bodily fluid stains which experience told us would expelled.

Bill and Lois seeing what we were thinking set up camp on the other end of the balcony.

We found some good brandy to sip as we watched the storm approach. As we waited we began some whispered intimate conversation. Marg started it off.

"Your sister will be here tomorrow." Said Marg.

"Yes. That is the plan."

"Tell me true. Did you two ever do 'it'."

"It being sexual intercourse?"

"Yea, or maybe oral. Yea, maybe anything involving bare private parts and ...........Well you get the idea."

"We have not done anything together that has not been done in your presence." I thought for a minute before adding. "I'm lying in a sense. We did neck and pet once when we were teens. We sneaked a couple a-bottles of beer up to our rooms. Needless to say that was all it took to make us high and reckless."

"Second question. Does she want to?"

"I don't know. It's never been discussed or even hinted at. Those little kissing/necking/petting sessions over the years have gotten us passionate a couple of times but no words were ever spoken."

"Not like Bill and I then. We've made a lot of promises to each other but never acted on them."

About then the rain hit. The noise of the rain on the thin roof was deafening. We were naked in a few seconds and coupled in the missionary mode a few seconds later. No foreplay was needed.

I was rock hard and Marg was sopping wet.

"I want to watch you fuck your brother." I moaned between strokes.

"Yea, and I want to watch Donna's face while you lap her cunt. You are so good at that. I just know that she'd come and come and then come some more."

A few minutes later as we cooled after joint massive orgasms Marg shouted in my ear.

Maybe we should work on creating a siblings orgy. Everybody screwing their sibling." There was at that moment a few seconds lapse in the rain.

"Sounds like an idea whose time has come to me." That was not from my wife whose body was tight against mine but from the nearby doorway. The voice belonging to my sister's husband, Jim.

I looked over and saw that my sister had already stripped to her bra and panties and was in the process of removing the bra. Jim was similarly occupied. The rain had restarted. My sister shouted.

"Hope you guys don't mind if we use that other mattress. Watching you guys made us very horny." I didn't think that she had seen Lois and Bill who were in the midst of a wild session of sixty nine not far away.

A moment later my sister was on her knees with her head on the mattress. In a classic demonstration of doggie style fucking Jim's cock was sliding in and out of her obviously wet pussy. The sight re-energized me and Marg. The rain and thunder hid the sounds of passion but the lightning flashed images to us all of the passions being unleashed.

About a half hour later the storm seemed finished. So were we. By then the other four had discovered each other. We all retired to the dining table for refreshments. We didn't bother to dress. It was still warm and having seen everyone else as we all had there didn't seem to be much point.

For a while the conversation was a bit stilted and disjointed till finally Jim said.

"Let's figure out what else is going on here. We all are acting funny."

"You know that we over heard the sibling sex thing." Said Donna to me.

"Was that serious or just sex talk?"

The question was directed at me. Being chicken I kind of shrugged, not answering.

Jim added to the discussion saying. "Since we're on the subject and just so you all know. Donna and I have discussed this very seriously. We both feel a strong sexual attraction to our own sibling."

I was a bit stunned but also happy that Donna felt as she did and also that the discussion was out into the open.

Marg answered saying. "I think that there are actually two items of discussion here. One is about 'swinging' the second is about incest."

Marg continued. "Now just so you know. Based on what's gone on since we and the Wilsons have been here, ...........well let me put it this way.

"One little nudge and when you two looked out on the porch this evening you probably would have seen Andy and Lois on one mattress and Bill and I on the other. I was that ready."

That stopped the conversation for several moments as we each considered Marg's confession and it's implications. Finally my sister Donna broke the silence saying.

"Wow Marg, thanks for that. I love it that we've brought the whole subject out into the open. We girls have been hinting back and forth and talking around the swinging question for a couple of years. Up till now we've all been too chicken to have this conversation.

"If you stop and think about it," she continued. "we three couples becoming a swinging group can't work too well without incest. It only would leave us with one partner other than our spouse. Going beyond that leads us directly to either incest or lesbianism.

Donna waited a moment then said.

"Anyhow I think that's why the subject never came out into the open."

She paused a moment then added. "By the way, for the record I have no objection to either." With that said she blushed mightily.

My wife jumped right into the conversation at that point, looking at Donna asking. "Am I understanding you correctly? You're saying that you have no qualms about either sibling sex or lesbian sex?"

"How about both at the same time?" I had to put my two cents worth into the conversation meanwhile thinking how extra special a threesome with my wife and my sister could be.

"Is either of these a lesser sin than the other?" Was Bill's follow up.

"Well I have to confess something." Said Jim. "At one time or another I've masturbated to and had some great orgasms imagining almost every activity I could dream up between members of our little group. I wouldn't call anything among us six a sin.

That brought a chuckle and slightly embarrassed nods from around the table.

"Especially," He continued. "since none of us will go into anything without being in total acceptance of the planned activity. Now I'm going to bed with luscious thoughts of what the rest of the weekend might bring. That broke up the discussion.

I decided that I needed a shower. There was a huge shower enclosure off the main patio. It had a foot wide shower head centered over the stall plus a couple of shower massagers, one on each wall. The water pumps had enough capacity to handle it. The water heaters however could only manage warm at full output.

Long story short, minutes later there were six naked people cavorting in that spacious shower room. We were washing ourselves and each other with soapy hands and spraying each other with the massagers.

Things quieted down a little after a few minutes and I was standing close behind Marg massaging her breasts with my soapy hands. Her head was back against my shoulder, her hands were guiding my hands giving them silent instructions.

My sister Donna was doing her husband's crotch area from the front. The water was running down her body cascading off of her lovely tits. Jim had his head thrown back obviously enjoying the moment. I closed my eyes enjoying the visual along with feel of my wife under my hands.

"By the way," Said Marg as she looked at Jim's hard cock. "I have no objection if the guys ever want to demonstrate how to give a proper blow job."

Marg had turned her head so I could kiss her lips when my cock hardened a bid more against her ass. I couldn't see Jim's reaction as they had changed positions but my sister turned her toward us and smiled.

"Hear, hear, great idea." I heard Lois say in between her gasps of pleasure that she was getting from a shower massager pulsing water against her clit.

A few minutes later I heard Jim say. "One, two, three. OK now, time's up, ladies switch places."

Nobody moved. In my case the mind was ready, the body wasn't.

"Sorry Jim." Said my wife. "Too late. But I'll take a rain check."

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THE CREATURE WITHIN 10: GUARDCHAPTER 10: GUARDSylvia’s assignment of me to work with her on the charity side of her life proved enlightening. The Contreras Foundation was much more than I had been led to understand initially. I had heard mentioned that the Contreras’ provided a fund to the Venezuelan Special Forces and to the Caracas Special Crimes Unit, both of which were encouraged to use the funds for necessary equipment and manpower. The Special Forces was a branch of the military that Adrian had once commanded an elite unit within and were additionally used for fighting cartel and d**g forces outside the major cities. The Special Crimes Unit was the Caracas Police group assigned to fighting and investigating similar activities, but within the city limits of Caracas. They were also responsible for a growing threat in the city involving sex-slavery. Sylvia asked Adrian to oversee and front that part of the Foundation activities on her behalf. She made the necessary formal transition introductions, but both the military and police groups were excited to be able to work with Major Ramos, as he was increasingly being referred to as his role became more public.The other side of the foundation I assumed was the support of the arts that I had noticed her recognition. I was very wrong. Yes, she was very involved in supporting several of the arts groups in Caracas and she had even dragged me to an opera. But, the other major element of the Contreras Foundation was the poor and education. The education element included one of the smaller colleges but focused more on programs and aid in support of schools in the poor and slum areas of Caracas metropolitan area. It was this part of the foundation work she was pushing me to support her efforts.I was not a citizen of Venezuela and was, therefore, restricted in what I could do in the way of any appearance of paid working. My visa was that of ‘tourist’ so I could draw no salary, but since I was living in Sylvia’s estate and receiving an allowance of sorts, there was little real need for drawing a salary.It was in this new role of accompanying Sylvia that I found myself making the rounds with Sylvia and on numerous occasions being with her when she visited her various offices and companies in the Caracas area. On this particular day, I was accompanying Adrian and her to the Contreras Enterprises Headquarters, which was coincidentally in the Contreras Building, an eleven story office and retail building in the business district. Contreras Enterprises occupies the top six floors with Sylvia having a corner office on the top floor overlooking the major business and entertainment district of Caracas.It was from this building that Adrian led Sylvia and me through the main doors and onto the large outdoor courtyard with its raised flower gardens and fountain. We were headed next for the Caracas Opera House, which was about four blocks away. The time spent from the top floor to the ground was consumed with Sylvia and Adrian discussing walking or driving. Adrian wanted to drive us; Sylvia and I wanted to walk. It was a rare, beautifully sunny day without high humidity or temperatures.While they continued there talking, Adrian really needed to learn and understand that Sylvia was going to win in the end, I spotted a street vendor on the corner. I told them I was going to get bottled water for the walk. Adrian gave me an exasperated look as he continued to make his point about safety on the streets of the most dangerous city in the Western Hemisphere, if not the world.I touched Sylvia’s upper arm and told her I would meet them at the corner. I turned and felt like I was nearly sashaying across the crowded courtyard and down the couple steps to the expansive sidewalk. The beautiful day added to the feeling of elegance in the way I was feeling about myself. The clothes Sylvia had me wearing in the city were stunning and the freshness of the air and sunny warmth added to the experience. I was wearing a spaghetti strap sun-dress and high heels. My tanned and smooth legs required no nylons and I did not like the feeling of them in warm weather. Sylvia and I owned some, however, and teased about the show we could put on for Adrian in private, but we hadn’t quite worked our relationship to the three-some stage.The bodice of my dress covered most of the tattoos over my left breast, revealing only the larger crouching panther that sat over my breast to my chest. The skirt was full, coming to just above my knees, and swung freely about my legs with the breeze and my steps. I felt very much alive and vibrant as I seemingly floated toward the corner. It wasn’t missed by me that the crowds seemed to part as I moved, allowing me room to continue in a straight path through the crowd. It was obvious that not only men were giving me attention as I passed, but numerous women, as well. The Spanish culture is still largely driven by male dominance and women seem to openly encourage the attitude in the process. At least from my North American perspective, there seemed to be an undercurrent of sexual tension present in ordinary life and interaction. And, it seemed that not only men, but also women, played to that physical attraction. My increased sexual being never seemed more at home as in such a public environment.As I walked to the corner, my eyes were attracted to the sights around me and the sounds of the conversations, laughs, and tensions I could hear and feel from the people surrounding me and passing me. I had found the Spanish language easy for me to assimilate. I wasn’t perhaps fluent, but I was accomplished enough to fully communicate. People would recognize me as being foreign, but also as someone respecting their culture enough to adjust to them. The three of us moved freely in our private conversations from Spanish to English and back as it seemed easiest to express ourselves, mostly for my benefit in expressing more complex ideas and thoughts than my grasp of Spanish might allow. But, it was required less and less as I encouraged our communication to use Spanish for my better assimilation.At the corner, I approached the vendor. An older, grey haired man in an exquisite business suit was ahead of me. His attention was broken by following the vendor’s gaze on me behind him. The man made an elaborate gesture of offering to allow me to go first, but I demurely suggested that he continue. He nodded and did, glancing up at the vendor in his cart, drawing a knowing smile from the vendor.I was finishing my purchase of three cold bottles of water when I heard shouts and screams from down the sidewalk. With one hand on the vendor’s cart counter top, I looked up and saw a growing concern spreading over the vendor’s face. I turned to focus on what was happening and two things penetrated my senses at the same time. One was an increased confusion of excited sounds and shouts as the crowded sidewalk seemed to be parting to give way to an on-rushing force; the other was the sound of Sylvia’s voice, distinct in tone to me even through the other sounds and distance, exclaiming that her purse had been stolen.My mind and body seemed to simultaneously agree on the next moment’s course of action. I turned to the vendor, handed halkalı escort him my small purse, and asked him to hold it for me. I then turned to the on-rushing force continuing to cause the crowd to part in front of it. I stepped into the middle of the sidewalk, squared my shoulders with my left leg ahead of my right, shifting my weight to my back leg … and waited, my body tensed in a coil prepared to unleash dynamic energy. One of Adrian’s mantras was simple: use the momentum of your opponent to increase you power and control. This guy’s head-long rush to escape, combined with his initial appraisal of me as simply a refined, young woman, would be all the advantage I would need.The image approaching through the crowd was similar to something moving through the water, a wake of people opening up before the guy and openness, like a wake, behind him. With only a few more people between him and me, I prepared for my move. As he broke clear in front of me, I shifted my weight to my front leg, swinging my right arm around in the process, catching the man at the collar bone as I pressed my body and arm fiercely forward, driving my arm through him. Adrian, and Sam before him, stressed the importance of driving any blow past the target, keeping the momentum through impact. It was exactly my intention and result. My arm impacted his collar bone, glancing upward into his throat before impacting his chin, driving his head back and up. His head stopped while his lower body still had its momentum, raising him off the ground, his feet in the air in front of him. He landed on his back, bouncing the back of his head off the concrete walkway. I moved into position for a follow-up strike, but his only movement was stunned confusion as he blinked his eyes and gasped for air. I pulled his far arm to put him on his stomach, then knelt with my knee between his shoulder blades, pressing my entire weight onto him, eliciting a cry of pain.With that completed, my mind began registering the commotion around me. There was more rushing on the sidewalk as I recognized Sylvia calling and Adrian encouraging people out of the way. Behind me, I heard the distinctive whistles of policemen on foot rushing up. I reached over the man under me for the purse I recognized as Sylvia’s, the strap cut. To the side was an open folding knife.“Annie! What on earth? You could have been hurt!”I looked up at her, handing her the damaged purse. I looked over at Adrian who was smiling. I looked back at Sylvia, “It appears not …”As the policemen arrived, I removed my knee from the man as I stood, smoothing out my skirt in the process. The police questioned several people, Sylvia and myself, then led the man away, firmly controlled between them.I walked to the vendor who still had a stunned look on his face. He handed me my purse followed by the three waters. I smiled at him demurely, “Gracias, Senor.” He looked at me for a moment before shaking his head and giving me a smile.* * * * *We were sitting at a little restaurant downtown for an early dinner before returning home. We were at a table at the window, the thinning sidewalk traffic passing by just outside the glass. Adrian was sitting with his back to the window, Sylvia and I on either side of him.Adrian held his glass of wine up to us, apparently in preparation for a toast. “To Annie.”Sylvia touched her glass to his, then to mine, but wasn’t quite as pleased. “I have trouble being excited or joyful about what happened back there or that you felt it predestined.”He looked at her with sympathy. “I told you she was ready. I told you she was prepared. What happened back there was just validation.”I reached across the table and touched Sylvia’s hand. “I’m fine, Sylvia. I was always in control of the situation. Adrian is right, it was like reflex. His training just flowed through my body. I never had any doubt.”He looked at her softly, “Okay? I really do think it is time.” Sylvia shrugged with resignation, then nodded. He looked at me.I returned his look, but mine showed confusion. “Time for what?”He smiled. “Your next duty role for Sylvia … and me. Bodyguard. You can more innocently be with Sylvia than I can, at times. There are situations where having me around is awkward. Then, there are times when I can be having the car or SUV ready as you bring her out.”I looked at Sylvia. She gave us both an exasperated response. “I REALLY don’t think all this protection is necessary. This is my city; I’ve lived here without trouble.”I smiled at her. “Then just think of it as loving attention …” She knew she wasn’t going to change anything. Adrian had made up his mind and I was supporting him. As she relaxed to the idea of me being more than a very close friend assisting her with the Foundation, we shared a light laugh which started from her.I caught her eye as we relaxed while Adrian paid the bill with a company credit card. I winked and asked, “Tonight as planned?” She nodded and seemed to blush just a little.Adrian looked up as he finished with the bill, “What about tonight?”Sylvia patted his hand as she pushed her chair back, “Be patient, my man.” He looked at me but could see I wasn’t giving him anything. He shrugged and dug into his pocket for the car keys.* * * * *Arriving home and back inside the house, Adrian stopped at the large entertainment room. “I think this night deserves a little more time. How about one more drink and we relax?”I gave Sylvia a sly look and she nodded and replied, “Give us a moment. You make the drinks; we’re going to get a little more comfortable.” He smiled, took off his jacket and made his way to the wet bar. Sylvia and I went upstairs to our separate suites. We had this planned and we wasted little time getting ready.Inside my own room, I began stripping out of my clothes while still in the sitting room, dropping my dress and underwear on the bed, heading for the bathroom to quickly do my hair and touchup my lips and liner. Back in my bedroom, I needed little time to get dressed again. I took out my new black high heels, sheer black stay-up nylons, and black thong. Standing in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, I got dressed. Once finished, yes finished, I appraised my look. I had to smile. The nylons were thigh high with lace at the top. On the back were little sewn-on flowers. The thong was black satin with a small lace wedge inset centered on the top. My heels were four inch stilettoes. On top I was wearing my tattoos. It didn’t quite seem balanced, though. I looked through the jewelry I now had and selected dangling silver earrings and a long string of costume pearls, which I double looped and arranged to hang between my breasts. Yes …I exited my room and knocked on Sylvia’s. She opened the door while putting on her own heels. She had decided on white. She was wearing an enchanting sheer flyaway long white gown with laced cups attached between the breasts with a jeweled bow. It hung to her ankles, but when she moved the light material parted, flowing behind her, exposing what was underneath. Underneath she wore sheer white stay-up nylons and a white satin thong. She too decided on jewelry, choosing a small pearl necklace nişantaşı escort and dangling earrings. She was stunning and I couldn’t wait to see Adrian’s reaction.“Are you ready?”“Oh, Annie, I’ve wanted this to happen for the three of us since shortly after Adrian and I finally got together. Yes, I am more than ready. I just hope we don’t shock Adrian too much.”* * * * *Adrian had our drinks waiting for us on the coffee table at the sofa. He was standing at the double door looking over the back patio and property. It was dark outside. The light was bright inside. Those glass double doors became a mirror. All he could really see outside was the lights in the pool that had been mistakenly left on. He was about to open the doors to walk to the equipment shed to do just that when there was a movement behind him reflected in the glass. The image he saw froze him. He didn’t turn around, but gazed at the reflection in the glass, afraid that the image might not be real and turning would prove it.Sylvia was standing in the opening to the room. She was unbelievably beautiful. He had known her since her husband was about to die. They had become quick friends and confidants, first for him as he pulled himself together in fulfillment of her husband’s wishes, and later for her as she sought to expand and extend her place in the businesses her husband left to her. He could pick her out of a crowd at a quick glance. He had come to recognize her in an intimate way that few people might ever come to know another, even lovers. That intimate recognition recently took on an entirely new dimension when she had become his lover, and he hers. She had always been an exquisite woman to him. More than her form, which he hadn’t begun to appreciate fully until recently, it was her manner, her carriage, her vibrancy that she showed. When he was given the gift of her full love, when he experienced the physical form of that love, when he had gazed and treasured the experience of her body in love, he never believed he would envision ANYTHING to compare. He was wrong and he was looking at it.He turned from the glass, determined that he owed himself the risk of the image disappearing … because, if it didn’t …“Sylvia …” It was almost a whisper as it came off his tongue to float across the room on air so still he feared it couldn’t possibly be real. This had to be another dream. Yes, that was it, it had to be. He would awaken and this woman would be d****d over him like other times. And that would be wonderful … but …She stood in the opening wearing one of the sheerest white gowns he had ever seen. He could easily see the white thong and stockings underneath. Only a moment before as she stepped in, her leg and hip had been exposed. Now, the gown covered her, but not really. He took a step toward her, but stopped to gaze more.“Sylvia … you’re … my god, you’re beautiful. Stunning!” Then he got nervous, but her appearance didn’t change. Her face and posture remained composed and relaxed and assured. “What … what about … but … what about Annie? Annie might …”She moved for the first time since she stepped into the entry. She moved her finger to her lips. Then, she stepped to the side.* * * * *I had been standing just out of sight of Adrian against the wall in the hall. I listened, while watching Sylvia. There wasn’t much said, but by the look on Sylvia’s face, I knew the effect on Adrian had been perfect. When his comments stammered around my name, the implication that they might be discovered by me, I moved to the entry on my cue.When I approached the entry, I was watching Sylvia and her face was glowing. She winked at me and nodded. I turned the corner and walked through the entry, stopping alongside Sylvia and looked directly at Adrian.“What about me, Adrian?”He only stared at me, then at Sylvia, but back to me. His eyes drifted from my face slowly down my body until Sylvia let him know we were aware, “Adrian, our eyes are up here …”, we were laughing.Embarrassed, his eyes quickly rose to our faces and he moved to the table, retrieved our drinks, and handed them to us. We laughed and both kissed a cheek as he stood offering the drinks. Sylvia and I giggled at his discomfort and awkwardness. But, we were surprised by the level of that awkwardness and how much he was taken aback, when she and I took seats at either end of the sofa and he stutter-stepped until he sat on a chair across the coffee table from us.I had crossed my legs, as a woman often does when sitting, but then opened them, parting my knees slightly while looking him in the eyes. Yes, it was bad to continue teasing the poor man. His eyes, without his intention, dropped to look between my legs. If my thong had been a lighter shade or color, he might have seen how excited I was. Instead, his eyes returned to my face, which was smiling at him, they flew over to Sylvia’s and he blushed, again. Sylvia and I glanced at each other, smiled our recognition that it was time to end the teasing, and both patted the sofa space between us.We were giving him a blatant display of sexual intention and the man was still nervous about reading the situation correctly. I leaned over to her and whispered, “You won’t have to worry about this man straying. He is too nervous about taking any action that might disappoint or offend you.” She nodded her understanding and looked at him with increased admiration and respect. I put my drink down on a coaster on the table made of a slab of Goncarlo Alves from the Venezuelan forests. I rose from the sofa, stepped to him, and taking his hand led him back to the sofa. The three of us on the sofa should have been comfortable, but I put him close to Sylvia and I sat nearly on top of him, my body tight against his. I took my glass and presented it before Adrian. The three glasses came to together, but Adrian had a confused look on his face.“What are toasting?”Sylvia kissed his cheek and giggled, “You, silly man! We’re toasting a man who we both feel so grateful to have in our lives.”I continued, “So grateful, in fact, that we want you to know that we intend to express that feeling frequently … together … and separately.”He looked quickly at Sylvia as if to question what he had just heard. She nodded, “Yes, dear Adrian, you heard correctly. And that has my full blessing. This, tonight dressed like this for you, is our way of introducing you to our intention, our desire to share in the openness of experiencing the pleasures that our bodies can experience, the pleasures that Annie and I had become so accustomed to sharing while at the resort.”I put my free hand on his leg, high up on his thigh. “Of course, neither of us believes in forcing sexual attention on another person, so ….”A huge smile spread across his face, his full acceptance of what was being offered to him settling in. He chuckled, placed his glass on the table, and put his arms around each of us, drawing us into his sides, his hands stroking down our bare arms, grazing the side of my bare breast and her lace covered breast. “No … forcing is not an issue.” We all laughed.I reached across his body, took her glass, and met her eyes. “In that case, I think this man is overdressed.” şişli escort She nodded to me, kissed his cheek, and began unbuttoning his white shirt as I placed the glasses on the table. I then knelt down between the sofa and table to undo his belt and pants. I then moved to his feet, removing his shoes and socks. Sylvia had his shirt off and was removing his undershirt as I took hold of his pants and underwear, pulling them down and off as he raised his hips from the sofa.He was being attacked by two determined women, but he didn’t seem to mind very much.Sylvia got onto her knees next to him in order to better kiss and stroke his now bare chest and stomach. In my kneeling position, I was taking care of other parts of his body. My hands ran along the top of his thighs, back and forth, as I watched them begin their kissing. My hands moved to the inside of his thighs and with little pressure, his legs opened before me. I settled between his knees, kissing my way up his thigh. By the time I had reached his crotch, his cock was already nearly hard. I took it in my hands, stroking up and down on it, watching it grow ever larger in my hands. My mouth went over the head and I sucked vigorously, allowing it to come out so my tongue could lick its length before again taking it back into my mouth. I mumbled, with it in my mouth, about his size and was surprised to hear a reply from Sylvia.“I know, right?”I smiled around his cock in my mouth. She has definitely enjoyed this cock and the man attached to it. I glanced up while sucking his cock to find his hands also busy. He was working on the tie of her gown between her breasts. Once it was undone, she straightened her back and moved her knees to free the gown and slip it off her shoulders and flip it off the sofa and out of the way. I had him very hard. He was a fine man … and his cock was fine, also.I stood up, reached to take Sylvia’s right arm, and pulled her away from her man. She started protesting until she saw the look in my eyes and rightly guessed that I had something new in mind. She relented after giving him another kiss and allowed me to guide her off of him. I stood her in front of him, took the waist of her thong between my fingers, and pulled it down her legs. His knees were still parted, as they had been when I was between them. I moved her between his legs, whispered to her to put one leg on the outside of his legs. Then, I guided her backwards and she knew instantly what I had in mind. She smiled and moved on her own.Adrian started closing his legs, anticipating what Sylvia was about to do, but I moved between them keeping his legs parted. I reached between both of their splayed legs and held his rigid cock vertical. At this point, Sylvia was crouched over Adrian’s midsection. She reached down, taking his cock from me, but I didn’t let go. I continued to hold the base as she used her fingers to guide it into her opening. I looked up when I saw the head disappear into her. Her face changed from concentrating on the penetration to the feeling of being penetrated. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened into an ‘O’ and her breath hung between intake and exhale. Neither happened until she had slowly slid down the full length of his cock and was sitting on his body.I looked down to verify that she had him completely, then looked back up to her face. When her eyes opened and she looked down at me, they were eyes reflecting the lust and desire she was at that moment consumed with. I smiled, reached up and kissed each of her breasts. My own excitement spiked as I contemplated when I might enjoy this man for myself. Hopefully, yet that tonight. I raised myself momentarily to cover her mouth my own. I took her face into my hands and kissed her, again.Looking into her eyes, “God, you are a sexy woman!”I then pushed her back onto Adrian’s chest and kissed my way down to their joined bodies, which were now in motion as she rose and fell on him and he rotated his pelvis in time with her, adding his own motion to his cock going in and out of her.I put my hand out, touching his cock as it appeared and her pussy as it covered him, again. My hand slipped underneath him to massage his balls and he groaned. I bent down, bringing my mouth into contact with their union, liking his cock as it appeared, licking her pussy, licking her engorged clit. I fastened my lips to the upper part of her pussy slit and clit, my tongue coming out to lick his cock, my upper lip pressing against her clit. One hand went up to her breast only to find it already being fondled. Without moving my mouth, I changed hands from his balls up to the other breast. I fondled it, pulled on her nipple, pinched it and twisted it. All the while, they fucked and I sucked.At one point, she lifted her up and off his cock. I didn’t even wonder why. I grabbed it and sucked it into my mouth. I sucked on it and engulfed it into my mouth and throat, moving up and down it. When I felt a hand gently touch the side of my head, I raised up, releasing the cock but holding it vertical. I watched as her pussy settled over the head and quickly sank back down in one stroke to the base. I returned to my licking and mouthing of their parts without wondering how or why that had just happened.I felt his impending climax. Holding his balls in my hand, I felt them tighten. I heard his groans and moans increase and I watched him drive his cock deeper and more firmly into her. My fingers went to her clit and I strummed her as I watched intently as their fucking took on an urgency and demand that was almost a****listic. a****listic is something I understand.As they came, I pressed my body against Sylvia’s, which pressed her back into him even more. There were arms and hands moving over bodies, sometimes becoming entangled as mine, Sylvia’s, and Adrian’s arms and hands battled for skin and body parts to caress.We stayed like that, pressed into each other until I could feel their breathing begin to return to normal. The side of my face pressed into Sylvia’s stomach was an easy indicator of their recovery. I rotated slightly and kissed her stomach, then sat back on my heels, which I was surprised I was still wearing.I stood up, retrieved the glasses and returned with them filled with water, handing one to each of them. They drank greedily. I glanced down and found them still joined without embarrassment or self-consciousness. I knelt on the sofa next to them, giving each a kiss on the mouth. Sylvia stretched her naked body, extending her arm above her and bring them down around the neck of Adrian. I stroked her breasts, then slid my hand down her body to their union, his cock still embedded in her. They smiled at me, recognizing the position they were in. Sylvia put out her right arm and Adrian his left, pulling me into a three-some hug. This felt so good and natural. How did I get so lucky? And … how often am I going to be asking myself that?But, as we were settled into loving embrace, Sylvia wiggled to extricate herself. I moaned a complaint.She persisted, though. “Come you two. It’s time.”With her moved off Adrian, I settled tight next to him on the sofa. My hand naturally went to his thigh, as his onto mine. I looked up her, “Time for what?”She looked at the two of us with a growing smile coming over her face. “Time to go upstairs … now it’s your turn.” I smiled. Adrian apparently had a lot of confidence in his ability to perform, he moved up right away and pulled me with him, and we followed Sylvia up the stairs.* * * CHAPTER 11: SEARCH & RESCUE will follow * * * Thanks for reading


Findom POV

Financial Domination - POV - Money Dommes

Princess Serena found out that this guy has a small dick and she knew she had found a way to mint money out of him. She made fun of him and she teased him about his small dick. She even pretended to want to publicize it and he begged her not to and she made him pay her to keep quiet and then she went away happily with the cash he had given her.

This mistress feels like she is too pretty to work in an office. She likes to make her money while having fun and that is why she has a findom fetish. She loves to use her good looks to tease and humiliate guys and in so doing, get them to pay her. She uses a combination of teasing, threatening and blackmail to do it and she has fun doing it.

Lady Krasaviza could not understand why her paypig had not paid her what he owed her. He could not explain it either and she was pissed. She drove him to the ATM and she made him withdraw the money for her. She humiliated him as he did it and she forced him to kneel down as she withdrew the money. That would teach him never to forget to pay her.

This mistress was bored so she decided to make a little money. She is the kind of mistress who makes money when she is working as well as when she is bored. When she is off work or she is bored, he likes to tease and have fun with her paypigs. Today she drove them wild by teasing them with her big round tits as well as her sexy and spankable ass. And she laughed all the way to the bank as a resultWhenever princess Serena likes to find fault with her pay slaves whenever she needs a huge amount of money for a project. She likes to distinguish that from the times they tip her for the time she spends with them. When finding fault with them, she knows they will pay her so that they can remain in good books with her. No one can dream of her being pissed at them.

Princess Kitty enjoys travelling the world and she knows she cannot do that with a conventional job. That is why she is into findom. She is able to have fun with her pay slaves from anywhere she is and she gets them to pay for whatever she is into or she is doing. She has brain fucked them and they believe that doing it for her is akin to doing it for themselves.

Mistress Isabella was broke and she wanted to enjoy things she had never enjoyed. She was tired of being broke. She is a pretty mistress and she decided to use her good looks. Many guys were interested in her so she deftly converted them into her pay slaves. They did not know it since she used her mind fuck skills to make them happily bankroll her great lifestyle. She made it look like by doing it, they were benefiting themselves.

Madame Marissa is a skilled entertainer. She knows there are losers who cannot afford to spend times with the likes of her and she provides her services to them for a fee. She knows the fact that they cannot get people like her, she can charge them exorbitantly and get away with it. She dominates them financially after mind fucking them and in so doing, they happily finance her expensive lifestyle.

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