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I lay still and still felt the presence, but neither further, nor closer. I slowly uncurled, hoping that the slowness of my movements would somehow make my attempted escape go unnoticed. My breasts brushed the carpet as I got my arms below me, arching my back as my elbows stretched. I straightened my legs and was about to bend one under me to stand up, when I felt a breath, right by my ear.It smelt of cherry tobacco, the one Ira used to smoke. He used to roll it up in thin, wonky rollups, with some tobacco strings always hanging out of them, looking funny. With his head bent forward, he would strike the lighter and wrap his palm around the whole smoking project, so the wind would not extinguish the rollup. He used to do that even when there was no wind. A habit. As he was inhaling, every time he would look at me from beneath his furrowed eyebrow, the eyebrow would straighten and he would smile.Proust Phenomenon! Ira was well aware of this, the ability of smells to cue highly vivid memories – cherry tobacco could remind me of him and him alone.Fuck it!I rolled Ankara escort around to face my ghost. As soon as I did, the lightbulb went dead, leaving me in complete darkness, surrounded by the sound of rain and wind.My nostrils caught another smell. Oil, coconut……The men returned with a contraption known as a punishing bench. They put my playfully resisting self on it in a doggy position, my belly placed over the waist bar to bend me in two. My forearms and knees were positioned onto leather padding and my wrists and ankles locked into steel cuffs. To ensure that I did not move they fastened my elbows and knees to the bench. Once they were finished, they lubricated me again with coconut oil and began what I can only describe as a ‘punishment session’. They fucked me hard in my mouth and pussy, swapping every few minutes, spanking me occasionally. I could see their muscles move underneath their oiled skin; my body was full of them. I moaned and sweated with makeup running down from underneath my mask, my hair getting wet and messy Ankara escort bayan on my shoulders. They stopped for a minute and then one of them positioned himself on top of the bench, with the other standing on the floor. In perfect harmony they DPed me. I felt a vibrator on my clit and as the cocks moved faster and faster; I was cumming. They both came inside me…My hand slid in between my legs to find my very alert clit. It only needed a soft brush with my finger to feel what I was feeling the day I met Ira. It was my first threesome, we fucked for a long time, with our voyeur watching.Muscles tensed, I wanted to experience that long orgasm again when all of a sudden I smelled sweet, floral perfume……The girls had prepared for the occasion – oysters and wine, beautifully arranged candles, dimmed lights, permeating scent of sweet perfume. This evening was important to them. And in turn it was important to me.I let Ira and Juliet talk for a while. When I saw them kiss, I knew the game had commenced. I stroked Tiffany’s Escort Ankara arm, letting her know that I needed to do what I needed to do. And what I needed to do was to direct my own puppet show.I separated the lovers mid-kiss and led them into the candle-lit bedroom.They watched me slowly undress to my black lacy underwear and make myself comfortable in an armchair. Tiffany sat herself on a tall stool to my right, her hand on my shoulder, searching for comfort for this unprecedented performance. I stroked her hand, then looked Ira and Juliet in the eye and very softly began: ‘Now. Do not talk. Just listen to the sound of my voice.Juliet, lie down on your back and close your eyes.’ I let her do it.‘Ira, I want you to hover over Juliet and let her feel your warm breath on her skin. Good. On her neck. Just like that. Lower. On the outside of her breasts. Around her nipples. Let her feel your breath on her most sensitive skin… Lower…Now belly button.Lower…Smell her. I’m sure she smells divine.’Juliet was breathing heavily with Ira’s every breath, arching her back and moaning quietly.‘Ira, now touch her neck very lightly with your index finger.Run it down. In between her breasts. Circle her nipples… Don’t touch them.Run your finger down her belly.Down… Down…Touch her clit softly, very very softly.Is she wet? Good.Now, very slowly slide your finger in’…
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