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Tiffany's Epiphany

Just when my day couldn't possibly get any worse, it happened. Just when my life had hit rock bottom in every conceivable way and all hope was finally lost, that's when I felt the click - that's when I felt my luck begin to change.

Standing by the side of the highway, thumb stuck out vainly into the traffic, watching car after car, truck after truck pass on by. A terrible trip was reaching a disastrous end. It had rained on me from the start - literally and metaphorically. The weather had been awful; the hotel had been a dive... We'd been lied to, ripped off and conned by our tour guide, who then proceeded to abandon us in the middle of nowhere, stealing all our stuff in the process... We'd walked for hours in the beating sun, then got drenched again by tropical storms...with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a few small coins in our pockets.

And then we went and started fighting. As we began to reach the outskirts of the city, the stress finally got the better of us. We fell out over something petty, as we always did. Dan wanted to find a hotel. I said we didn't have any money to pay for it. He said we'd have to call home and have some funds wired over. I didn't like the idea. I never like Dan's ideas...probably just because they weren't my ideas.

I had to get the hell away from Dan. It wasn't healthy for me hanging around him all the time. I knew he was right - he's usually right - but there was something else going on that I'd been starting to realise recently. I was stuck in his shadow. All the time I hung around with him, travelled with him, went along with his decisions...I couldn't be me.

I knew I had issues. I vowed to work on that stubborn, obstinate side of me but I couldn't do that with Dan around, for some reason. We'd been mates since high school, and I'm sure we'll be mates again in the future, but for now...right now I'm going to break these chains and move on with my life.

I don't know where I'm going to go or how I'm going to get out of this mess - stuck in a far off country, in a dirt poor continent, with no possessions, no real money...what the hell was I thinking, walking off on my own like this? But it feels so right. This moment isn't scary at all - it's liberating... it's exciting... it's inspiring.

I see it now, so clearly. This is the moment my whole life has been waiting for. My dull, meaningless existence suddenly evaporates like steam all around me. I feel brand new - born again with refreshed vim and vigour...renewed vitality. The road ahead looks wildly uncertain but suddenly that's exactly what seems madly appealing. With a flash of realisation I can see what everyone's been trying to tell me all these years, about risk and fear and looking your demons in the eye.

Ah, how pig-headed I've been all this time. I realise how so often I've been my own worst enemy. People have been giving me advice and I've always shunned them. Friends have wanted the best for me and I've always turned my back on them.

But it's starting not to matter anymore. I'm having an awakening. Something has died inside of me and something else - another me - is being reborn in its place. In this rush of excitement I feel no guilt, no remorse...only sympathy. Sympathy for that fragile fighter who battled everyone around him... Sympathy for my bruised ego that lashed out at the world and only ever succeeding in hurting itself... Sympathy for all those years of struggle - trying to control every aspect of my life, trying to force things the way I wanted them... Constantly struggling, constantly resisting... Continuously getting weaker and weaker every year...

...Until now.

Now I am reborn. I see the error of my ways. I see the futility of it all, loud and clear. Except it's not loud. It's abundantly clear, yes; I have never seen my reflection with such lucidity before. But it's not loud. This is a quiet, peaceful realisation. There's a certain softness, a certain understated calmness about me. I know very well what I must do now. I see it very clearly...and the one thing it's not, is loud.

This is about quiet. This is about silence. This is about humility. Whatever happens, I'm just going to go along with it. Whatever anyone says, I'm just going to take it on the chin...quietly.

No more forcing. No more resisting. No more struggling to control... This is about yielding. This is about allowing. This is about surrender.

-

I walk slowly now, in harmony with the world... in harmony with time.

A decision seems to have made itself in my cloudless mind and I'm headed for the airport. I don't know why and I don't know how, but my mind is clear about it - it feels right - and I'm going along with that feeling.

I'm going with the flow and for the first time in my life I realise the profundity of that simplicity.

I'm saying Yes to everything and I feel with every fibre of my body how the Universe is saying Yes, that it wholeheartedly agrees with me.

And there is no 'me' anymore. There is only this. This moment. This Universe. This flow...and what 'It' wants my body to do.

So I put out my thumb into the traffic. Cars and trucks roll on by, uncaringly. Noise and dust and choking fumes engulf me as I trudge on regardless. It matters not how I get there, and since I don't know where I'm going anyway, nothing at all is of any consequence anymore. This flow is all there is.

A car horn sounds behind me and I turn to take a look. A lady in her fifties has pulled over and eyes me suspiciously as I walk over. And then suddenly she thinks better of it and drives away, muttering at my dishevelled appearance.

I think nothing of it. Literally, it is of no importance to me - only this flow matters - and I head on with a newfound spring in my stride. This way is so enticing, absorbing, enthralling... This energy is so light, so carefree, with so much...abandon. And that abandon has found its way into my body now. With a light airiness, my hips sway of their own accord, bringing happiness up from the deep.

A puddle splashes water all over me as a bus thunders past and all I can do is shriek with glee at the irony...the absurdity of it all. Turning away from the road for a second and I've missed a bus going my way...and it doesn't matter to me in the slightest - not one iota - because I'm here and I'm now and this is the most ALIVE I've ever felt in my life. Whatever happens... Whatever life does to me, or wants to do to me... Whatever life suggests... I'm going to welcome it. I'm going to embrace it. The woman, the bus, the puddle... life can't get any better than this.

I'm striding now, with confident abandon. Something has clicked inside of me. Something has been released... Something I've always had - this feels so much like the real me - but has been afraid to come out all these years.

A car pulls over in front of me now - big, black, shiny and expensive, avoiding the puddles and waiting for me to come over. The windows are all tinted so I can't see anything and there's a hanging pause as I peer in, waiting for a response. The rear window whirs down and a pair of shining eyes greets me. A man, older than me but the right side of middle age, smiles gently with a steady gaze. For a few seconds nothing is said - nothing needs to be said...there's a kind of recognition there.

What the hell, I'm game!

"Hello" I call, cheerfully, my eyes open wide and bright, inviting...

"Hi" he nods, never breaking eye contact. "You look like you could use a ride"

An American accent, or Canadian - I'm never quite sure which - and a warm friendly face so far from home.

"Yes, please. Do you mind?" This man is my saviour - clearly sent into my flow for a purpose, I can feel it very strongly and it seems he senses something too.

"Not at all. Hop in." It happens so naturally, so effortlessly... almost as if this has all been rehearsed, or it's all happened before somehow. Like déjà vu, there's an eerie feeling of destiny about this moment. Everything happens without thought and without hesitation. Without a trace of fear, I am entirely open to anything and everything that this situation can bring me. I have such a profound trust and certainty that this is precisely where I need to be, simply because it was brought by the flow.

"It's okay, James. There's no need" he calls across to the driver who was about to come round and open the door for me. And still looking at me, he opens the door himself and I step in.

"No bags?"

"No... It's a long story" I reply with a wry smile.

"Oh, okay, sure." He doesn't pry but makes for easy conversation, "On your way to the airport, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I don't really mind actually."

"So I see," he says knowingly, without a trace of sarcasm or emotion. "It's nice"

"Yeah!" I beam back at him. Again, nothing needs to be said and looking up at this man, neat but casually dressed, I feel nothing but a sense of understanding in his eyes. He's so light. He doesn't care either! I can feel it in his energy, right away. He's open. He's willing. He's in the same flow...

-

The car moves smoothly onto the road and I relax into the seat beside him, suddenly realising how immaculate the car is and how dirty and wet I am.

"I'm so sorry about my..." but he just grins, silently with humour, shrugging his shoulders without a care in the world.

"Don't think about it. It means nothing... right?"

"Yeah" I nod slowly up into his eyes. How can this be happening? There's such a warm, safe feeling here in this car. Not just here, but ever since I left Dan a few hours ago, I've been riding on air. Untouchable, that's how I feel... like the more I let everything just be as it wants to be, the more all my wants and needs will be taken care of, as if by magic. And this magic is just getting stronger and stronger - more and more palpable - and this guy seems to be on it too.

He looks at me keenly but unobtrusively. I never feel shy to keep eye contact, nor afraid to break it.

"Can I ask you?" he starts, "Do you trust me?" He doesn't even blink as he holds me in his eyes. "And I don't mean that I'm asking you to trust me, or that you should for some reason. I just mean, do you, inside yourself, right now... feel any kind of trusting, relaxed feeling about this moment, here...with me?"

"I do. Absolutely, I do." I feel my breath, so calm. "It's strange."

"Yes, it's a strange feeling, isn't it?" he has such a warm, gentle smile as he says that. "It's because ... well, let me see if I can guess something about you - okay?"

"Yeah! Go ahead"

"You have the feeling that you know me, somehow, even though we've never met before"

He's right. As soon as the window opened and our eyes met, there's been this weird feeling that I know him in some way...like we have some kind of unspoken understanding.

"It's because we are connected. Can you feel it?"

"Yes"

"We have something in common that is very rare, you know?"

I nod, suddenly knowing what he means exactly as he begins to say it.

"I think you know what I mean. Because I think you feel it right now."

And as he looks at me, I know exactly what he's going to say next ...because the word forms itself on my own lips in the same instant. Without breaking gaze, as if he's saying it himself through my own mouth, we both say "Flow"

The word hangs there for an eternity as we comprehend this, eyes locked in a deep knowing and without another word being said, at exactly the same time, we both lift a hand and place the palms together, ever so slowly... I'm not even sure whether they're touching or not but I can feel his energy and mine flowing in between.

"Good," he nods and for the first time since I got in the car he turns away just for a second as a thought occurs. Leaning for the intercom button he instructs the driver, "James, please could you tell Tamara to prepare some clothes and that we may be having another guest accompanying us."

"Understood, sir" comes the reply from the front and he returns to studying me coolly.

"My name's Adomas Petraitis. Friends call me Adam..."

There's a pause as I wonder what he's saying

"That includes you!" he adds with a little wink, squeezing my knee playfully

I giggle slightly at his bashful reserve, "Okay Adam, thank you." I feel so at ease in this man's presence. I feel I want him to know everything about me, and so slowly I begin to tell my story... my name, how I came to be there at that moment... a quick summary of my fairly uninteresting life so far.

"There's not really much more to tell," I conclude "Nothing notable anyway"

"Oh I wouldn't say that" he comments "It's not about where you've been in life. It's about where you're at, now - right?"

I nod, knowing where this is going.

"And where are you at?" he reminds me with a soft smile

"Here" I reply. "Now"

"Good" he says, taking my hand in his. "I have a private jet waiting to take us to Oslo tonight and since you don't have anything else in your life, and no reason not to join me... would it be okay if I confirm to my driver that you will be joining us?"

Without a moment's hesitation my lips form themselves into my new favourite word...

"Yes!"

And with a slight squeeze he puts my hand back into my lap where I can already feel myself stirring.

-

He tells me briefly about himself and his life. The son of a billionaire industrialist but disillusioned with the meaningless never-ending quest for wealth, power and status, Adam roams the world exploring and practising the philosophy of Tantra - Taoist Tantra to be precise.

"It's a way of life that I stumbled upon - as you have - when I was in my twenties. I found flow. I found myself... and everything around me suddenly had meaning and significance."

Listening to him speaking - the calming enthusiasm, the lightness and the depth, the humble certainty - I find myself filled with a kind of joy, wonder and reverence...and I know it's coming from him, us ...and our flow.

"I think I already know the answer...but...would you like to learn?"

Again I find myself giggling, playfully

"You do know the answer, Mr Petraitis..." I tease him

"Adam, please"

"I know! Adam! I know you know the answer. And you know that I know that you know... Of course I'd love for you to teach me."

Our eyes meet with an unspoken accord, so I go on...

"I'm very new to this, as you know, so I hope you're going to be gentle with me."

I winked at him. And it felt sooo good. I can't believe I just winked at him!

"Today I learned for the first time what flow is. Today I learned to allow life to take me...and do whatever it wants with me. Today I learned for the first time what that feels like...and I like it. I mean, I love it. It feels divine. I feel divine... And just as I abandoned myself to fate...then YOU showed up"

"...and swept you off your feet?" he finishes my sentence

"Yes, kind of" I confess, half embarrassed, half impressed and wholly flowing with wherever this is going.

"You're flowing with it very well," He reassures me. "You know that you just have to allow yourself to be swept away because you know - because you feel it - that at the deepest level this is where you want to be going - right?"

"I know" nodding, "I feel it"

"Do you feel flustered at all?"

"A bit, yes. The excitement is..."

"A bit of a sick feeling?"

"Yes" I nod

"Down here?" he takes my hand in his and gently places it on my belly - exactly where I'm feeling ten thousand butterflies fluttering around. And then he squeezes my hand and the butterflies squeeze and stretch inside me.

"Breathe, it's okay," his words are so grounding. "Breathe from where that feeling is. Go into that feeling and focus on it"

I do as he says. Closing my eyes I feel myself take a deep breath in and out and the feeling seems to subside slightly. There is a sinking feeling as my energy calms just a little - just enough for me to realise one thing; I have a raging hard on, the like of which I've never known before.

This is crazy. It's amazing. I feel wonderful beyond belief and so comfortable with this gorgeous man.

We have such an honest, unabashed understanding. There isn't any need for small talk... A silence so comfortable that every moment speaks to my heart...whispering.

And as we pull into the airport through a side entrance and the car sweeps in, waved through by security without us even stopping... As we cruise across smooth, black asphalt onto the runway to where a jet is hurriedly being prepared... As we pull up and the driver gets out to open both our doors, I feel so totally ready for this... I put my hand on Adam's shoulder and whisper softly in his ear

"Thank you. I'm in your flow".

-

Waiting beneath the steps of the aircraft, whilst several guys busy themselves with flight preparations and loading baggage, there's a smartly dressed cabin stewardess who smiles broadly as we approach.

"This is the lovely Tamara," Adam preps me "If you run along with her, she'll get you all freshened up and kitted out with what you need - okay?"

Tamara looks excited to meet me and her enthusiasm is infectious. "Hi, great to meet you!" I know immediately that I'm going to like her.

"Tamara, baby" Adam turns to her "Can you get him fixed up and make sure he has some appropriate clothing and everything... you know?"

"Yes, sure, of course Adam. Will you be dining together tonight?"

"Yes, later on. I thought it would be nice if we all ate together - the three of us - how does that sound?"

The two of us grin at the thought as Adam leans in to me, running a hand down my arm fondly. "Are you ready?"

His hand settles on my hip and sends shivers down my spine. I've never been more ready for anything in my life. He pinches me affectionately and with a little pat on my bottom he says, suggestively, "Give yourself over to the flow, hmmm?"

My eyes widen and I bite my bottom lip as all sorts of thoughts rush through my head and Tamara, knowingly, just beams into me with such joyous radiance and giggles, "Come with me, you!"

Up into the aircraft and we head through a couple of large lounge rooms, beautifully decorated in a plush yet minimalist style. There's a bar area and a service area where, judging from the smell, some amazing food is being kept warm. There's so much space everywhere...the feeling is so relaxed.

"Nice, huh?" Tamara grins at my stunned surprise "I bet you never thought you'd be doing this tonight!"

"Hahaha" is all I can reply - speechless with shock...

"Hey, you know what to do, right?" she looks at me, lovingly "You know how to handle those nerves." Putting her hand on her lower belly, closing her eyes for a moment, I see her visibly relax. She holds her hand there, breathing, and I know to do the same. We share a timeless moment and when I open my eyes she's looking straight into me, exactly as he did - with exactly the same intensity.

"Adam is a really nice guy, you know? There aren't many guys like him. He'll take good care of you. He takes care of me. You can trust him."

Her eyes are so sincere, so warm, like she knows exactly what I'm feeling... Like she's been there... I immediately relax and feel a warm glow rising up my spine - a total, absolute trust in her, in Adam, in all of this. It's real. It's happening. I'm surrendering to all of it as it comes. I'm not sure if it's the excitement that's making me nervous, or the nerves that are making me excited but I've never felt so ALIVE as I do right now and there's no other choice but to keep going.

We go through a door into what is clearly a private section of the plane. "This is Adam's quarters. He'll be accommodating you in here tonight so make yourself at home."

She shows me the master bedroom, as big as a decent hotel suite with a full size bathroom, study area and even a 'stillness room'.
"Wow, this is amazing. Do you fly around in this plane all the time?" I ask in astonishment

"Yeah, I pretty much live on-board as Adam's personal stewardess. I make sure he has everything he needs."

I gasp in amazement, "You're so lucky! I'd love to have your job."

Tamara rolls her eyes at my words and can't resist a cheeky grin "Well I think you're going the right way about it, sister. That's all I can say..."

And again I feel the butterflies racing around in my stomach, in my heart... fluttering all over the place as she called me "sister".

"Here. You take a shower. Use this towel and leave your dirty things on the floor. I'll be back in a minute to get you spruced up, okay? Let me just take care of the flight preparations first."

And that is that. I am left alone in this five star sky hotel, having a hot shower ...and on my way to Norway!

"Norway? Yes-way!" I burst out laughing. "What about my passport?"

"It's all taken care of" Tamara calls from a distance "You just make sure you're looking your best and leave the rest to me"

-

Out of the shower and into a huge, thick towel that smells of flowers. Living like this is starting to go to my head. I'm almost giddy with excitement. This energy... This flow... The way Adam touched me. His eyes...

There's an electricity pulsing within me and it's making my cock as hard as granite, but strangely I don't feel the urge to touch myself - not there. Instead I feel turned on by where I am and what is happening - the aesthetics of this place, the smell, the textures... it's all so soft and sexy. I want to be touched...

There's a knock at the door and Tamara enters. She has a way about her. In her body language, in her voice, her eyes... the same understated confidence - quietly self-assured - and the same loving warmth as Adam. The same glow... the same flow...

I want to be like her.

The tight fitting hostess's blouse conceals an ample bust and a tight skirt covers her swaying hips. So graceful...moving as if she's floating on air, it's almost like she's being suspended down from those firm, heavy breasts. The rest of her looks so light and dainty, and her boobs are kind of holding her up as she sashays over to me with the big, bubbly eyes and the hearty smile.

"What can I get you? Gin and tonic? Or a Martini, maybe? Or something soft?"

"Yeah, just a tomato juice please, for now."

"Sure, coming right up. How was the shower?"

"Ohhh... heavenly!" I almost blush as I recall how sensual it felt.

"Mmmmm" she rolls her eyes and we burst out laughing. "I can see Adam is going to have some fun with you!"

And I don't know what to say to that so I just stand a bit nervously, waiting...

"Ohh. It's okay, honey. Don't be nervous. I'm going to help you with everything, don't worry. Go with the flow, right?" and our eyes meet with that word and I instantly relax again.

"Go with the flow, baby!" I roll my eyes back at her and we both set about giggling.

"That's the way. Hey, look. We're going to take-off any moment now so we'd better strap ourselves in for that - there's no time to find any clothes right now so come with me, just for 5 minutes."

Grabbing another towel, she takes my hand and leads me through to the study room where there's a pair of seats with safety belts.

"Don't get cold. Here, put this towel on to dry your hair," she says kindly, showing me how to do it. "'And wrap this one around your shoulders - there, that's it!"

It feels so great like this...letting her pamper me, teach me. It feels so right, just flowing with it, allowing it to sweep me away. Wearing this towel like a shawl - girly style - the butterflies tremble inside me as my legs are totally exposed and my naked bum sits down tentatively on the furry cushion. My cock stands proud to attention and she sees it - I know she does - but there isn't any sexual tension here. Not with Tamara. Not with me feeling like this. I feel no inhibitions with her or with Adam. There's not a hint of anything to be embarrassed about.

"I remember my first flight in here," she says "...my first time in Adam's cabin..."

She talks to me straight like an older sister handing down advice. I listen deferentially, bowing down to her experience in these matters. I have much to learn and I'm incredibly grateful to have a mentor by my side.

"I remember the nerves. I remember breathing deep... going with the flow... letting it all happen around me...and inside me. Every step... wow, it was amazing. Looking back now it seems like a different lifetime. Hard to believe it was only 6 years ago. I've changed so much, you see. I'm like a different person...and that's all thanks to Adam Petraitis."

She takes my hand in hers and looks me deep in the eyes. "Listen baby, you're going to make him so happy, believe me."

She strokes my face tenderly, "You're beautiful - don't you ever doubt it. And if you breathe deep...and let yourself go... You know what I mean, sister?"

I nod, slowly. I think I know what she means...and it does seem like a nice idea.

"It'll make YOU happy, baby," her eyes plead with mine. "I can see it. Adam can see it. And you can see it yourself, can't you?"

I can. I nod bashfully.

"This has been the making of me... Adam has been the making of me... Whatever happens from now on, I know I'll never look back."

The engines roar and we're pressed back in our seats as the plane sets off down the runway.

"Look in my eyes," she says "What do you see?"

I see strength. I see confidence - bucket loads of it. I see acceptance and joy and a girl so at peace with herself that it's making me feel safe just being here beside her.

"I see a complete woman" I say, softly "I see a complete human-being"

"Yes! That's the point. Thank you"

I'm starting to get it now.

"This has completed me", she continues "I've become what I always wanted to be - what I always admired. How could I have ever been completed without realising and nurturing the other side of me?"

"You mean...?" as the jet gathers pace...

"Yes, darling," she confides in my eyes "I've got two sides, just as you have. I felt the feelings...the urges...same as you do. And I took the plunge...same as you're doing."

She takes my hand and slides it inside her skirt. I flinch but she pulls it all the way up her smooth legs to her panties, where I feel a warm inviting bulge stirring.

The plane lifts. My heart soars.

"You see, baby?" whispering softly now "You see how nice it can feel?"

My cock pulses as I feel hers doing the same.

I nod, timidly, in accord. The plane climbs sharply and just for a second I forget myself. It goes very silent. A stillness envelopes me. There is only this. There is only now. I'm loved-up in a bubble of bliss and not a single part of me wants to break this flow and stop this from happening. I'm ready to be completed - inside and out - and I'm going to sit here and relax and breathe...and let it all slowly happen.

I relax my hand from her undercarriage and remove it from her skirt, looking up at her with a tear of joy in my eye. Her energy is palpable. Her strength, formidable. I can feel her compassion, as light and breezy as the joy in her heart. We hug, instinctively, and again I whisper in her ear "Thank you, Tamara. I'm in your flow, darling"

-

As the plane levels out on its course and the safety belt sign goes off, she rises from her seat purposefully and beckons me to follow.

"I'm going to have to check on Adam in the lounge and get the food on so I want you to start getting ready by yourself, alright?"

"Yes, sure" I reply, with newfound confidence.

"First, remove your body hair with the cream in there - you'll see it in there in the ladies compartment in the shower room... And you'll find some nice powder in there too - put some of that on. And there's another nice cream for your face - okay?"

"Yep"

"I'll see you in half an hour or so, babe. Just call me on the intercom if you need any help."

And with a bright smile she straightens her blouse, pulls her skirt back down just a tad, checks her face in the wall mirror, blows herself a cheeky kiss and grins at me with a mischievous wink... My jaw drops and she's off, gliding onwards with her boobs held high like some kind of Wonder Woman in sway.

I so want to be like her.

I want exactly that she's got. Not just the beauty... the whole package. I mean, she's hot - she's smokin' hot - but there's something else that goes way beyond her looks. She has that glow. She has that vibe... The kind of beauty that can only come from within - can only come from the inside when a person no longer cares about their appearance on the outside. She has the beauty of surrender... the beauty of abandon. She has flow.

Opening the 'ladies' cabinet, I reach for the tube of hair-removal cream and begin to massage it into my legs and arms.

Totally as ease with herself, and therefore totally at ease with everyone else, Tamara is a goddess in form and in spirit...and I'm starting to see why. She's brave. She took the plunge - for better or for worse, she just smiled and surrendered. And look at her now! Never have I seen a more amiable, pleasant young lady. Never have I seen someone wearing their heart on their sleeve so comfortably, for all to see. Never have I witnessed such effortless presence. She isn't trying to be something she's not. Whatever it is, it had become her. It had merged with her, seamlessly and absolutely and everything else had dropped away. All pretences, all the masks and the images... All the trying and yearning of the ego... All inhibitions, jealousies and insecurities... All of that seemed to have evaporated from Tamara's presence and the aura that remained was spellbinding.

The cream works fast and within a few minutes I have washed all the hair from my body and applied some scented powder to my silky smooth skin. It feels divine, outstretched on the floor, pampering my girly-self with her lotions and potions... Sifting through the box I look for other ways to beautify myself. Adam deserves a treat tonight. I want to please him so, and I want to do it for Tamara. I want her to be there with me. I want her to hold my hand and to see what an inspiration she's become for me. I want her to appreciate herself the way I do.

As I finish buffing my nails, I hear the door open gently and Tamara slips in quietly.

"He's having a nap for a while before dinner. How are you getting on? I've got us some snacks to keep us going..."

"Oh great, thanks," Although my stomach seems to have forgotten what hunger is I reach for some of the nibbles anyway.

"Look at you! You look amazing already. Wow, what a transformation!"

I stand up and give her a twirl so she can check out my sexy ass. "Pretty good job, young lady. There's a couple of spots you've missed so I'll just touch you up if you don't mind and then we'll find you some clothes to wear."

And so it is; over to the 'ladies wardrobe' where she chooses matching silk panties and a thickly padded bra - both black.

"Well, I think these would be best for a special night like this, but feel free to choose for yourself, babe"

Going almost giddy at the sight of them, a rush of erotic fire rises up within me and I just have to have them.

"They look amazing. Thank you, Tamara"

"Awww" she sighs "That's alright, sweetheart" as we cuddle like sisters, our hands lingering on each other.

The panties ride up high, fitting snugly over my curvy bottom and I tuck my flaccid penis in between my legs. It feels like home, instantly, like I was made to feel this way... Like a long forgotten part of me, waking up from a long-forgotten dream... And suddenly I find myself here once again, reaching for my bra...

Tamara clips me in place forcing my back to arch and my chest to rise up forwards. I admire the feel of my pert breasts now protruding out quite noticeably and my nipples feel hard and sensitive as the bra straps me in tight, boobs proudly on display.

Standing back in admiration, Tamara's enjoying every minute of this and well does she deserve it.

"Oh my! Sister Cleavage... Go girl!"

I long to look in the mirror but she stops me, "Not yet. Let's get you finished first, come on."

She's already thought about my look for tonight, I can tell. "Nothing too fancy or challenging. We want to show him your curves without going over the top. It's only a casual dinner in a private lounge..."

First, a pair of black ankle-length leggings go on over the panties. They're quite tight and it feels exquisite to be held so firmly around the thighs, forcing my knees in, pushing my bottom out and accentuating my curves.

Then comes a black lace camisole - slightly see-through - which keeps my tummy flat, presenting my breasts nicely and rounding off the girly feel to aplomb. I don't need anything more and I know it.

"Will you be cold?" she asks

"No, it's fine. I mean, it's warm in here"

"Great. Then I'd go as you are if I were you"

Her words make me feel gorgeous. If I was Tamara, I wouldn't need anything more and here she was confirming it.

"Just a touch of make-up and we'll fix your hair"

Sitting me down on the bed, she begins to do her thing. A touch of this, a hint of that... plucking a few eyebrows on the way. Eyeliner, shadow, a little blush, some subtle lipstick... Tamara's a real pro and in no time at all my face is made.

The hair takes a little longer. After washing my hair in the shower earlier, my dark shoulder length hair takes time to dry even with the blow drier, and she works carefully to transform my look. I can really feel the woman in me showing herself now. Her body feels ready. Her face looks ready. Now, finally, the hair is tied back neatly with some long wavy locks left hanging down, framing my cheekbones.

"Oh my..." I gasp audibly as she leads me to the mirror. "Do I really look like her? Is that really me?"

The thrill is written all over Tamara's face. She knows she's done a fine job and we hug each other with tears in our eyes, both of us.

In front of me there's a sex temptress. A vixen... My big eyes are shining, long lashes quivering. My lips, puckering. My hair, radiant and seductive. My body, ravishing. Even my cheek bones are different... They are - I have to say - beautiful.

"It can't be... I never knew I had a girl's face!"

"You do! You do! Do you like it?"

Looking back in the mirror, still moving in the reflection to see if it's really me, I cannot hide my sheer delight. Now, for the very first time, I'm starting to see a bit of Tamara in myself. My body is so totally fuckable. I'd want to fuck me. Anyone would.

"Hey, hey, hey" she comes to me "Listen young lady. Are you listening?"

Her eyes study me closely and my fantasy stops abruptly. I nod sheepishly.

"You've come this far. Keep breathing from down here, okay? From your tummy...remember?"

I close my eyes and we share a moment of silence together.

"How do you feel there?" I feel her fingers on my tummy

"I feel okay. I'm fine."

"Good. And how do you feel here?" She puts a finger between my eyes and presses firmly.

"Oh that feels good, yes," It brings me to my senses and I regain my composure instantly.

"Stay calm, sweetheart" she reminds me "You have a lot to learn tonight"

I nod, meekly...more than a little shaken by the ferocity of my own lust.

"You know you look the part. And you know how much you want this... Now you have to make it happen. You have to be the part - you hear me? And I don't mean putting it on. I don't mean acting. I mean, allowing that part of her to express herself, naturally, without getting over-excited or freezing-up with nerves - without either extreme, you see?"

She was right. This was all too much for me.

"But how, Tamara? This is all so powerful"

"Adam will show you. He's a master of Tantric alchemy. He showed me how to compose myself. He taught me how to be present...how to radiate...how to attend..."

"Attend?"

"You'll see, babe. Be patient and everything will be revealed at the right time. You trust me, right?"

I nod, surer than ever of her absolute command of the situation. She had it all under control.

"You just let yourself be yourself and the rest will happen as it will. Flow..."

"Flow" I repeat "I know"

"Some finishing touches for your outfit" she says, pulling a bright red ribbon from her pocket and tying it tightly but gently around my neck and finishing it with a sweet bow.

"Wait! There's more... Adam bought these himself just before we took off" she said, handing me a tiny box of white-gold ear rings, a matching necklace and bracelet.

"Oh my God!" my eyes light up "They're amazing! Oh, I can't wait to try them on..."

She sets the jewellery carefully and I feel my ears tingling with sparkling femininity.

"Now, come here" and I lean in to cuddle her, intimately

"Girls talk sweetly and politely. Girls feel from here - your bottom - can you feel it?" she instructs

She pats my backside lightly and I feel what she means.

"Feeling sexy? Feel how tender it is there. Feel how much you want to be held there. Feel how you want him to attend to you right there? You know what I mean? You move from that place there. Everything you do... Everything you say... Every fibre of your body radiates out from that point there. To this point, here..."

She squeezes my left nipple in her thumb and forefinger. And then the right nipple... sending shivers down my spine.

"There. Make those points the centre of your attention... as if they're not already," she winks at me, naughtily. "If you find yourself getting nervous or over-excited, you just return your attention to those parts of your body - your sexy ass and your tender nipples - the parts he'll be attending to himself, you understand?"

I nod "Sort of...but not really"

"Don't worry, Adam will teach you better than I'll ever be able to. Now listen, I'm going to prepare the dinner service and make sure he's ready for you but you can sit at the bar and have a drink with me while we wait. Does that sound good, honey?"

It sounds fantastic. She hands me a little pair of black sandals with low heels.

"Slip these on, gorgeous, and let's go and get that drink"

The heels seem to make my knees and toes point inwards, angling my ass cheeks out even wider - it feels amazing. I see what Tamara means about 'attending' from there. My entire essence is radiating out from my wanton asshole, giving life to my whole body... My poise, my grace, my dainty pose...all held in the energetic tension between my ass and nipples.

She is alive within me. Elbows in, wrists cocked back delicately, fingers curled and palms facing out for balance with that heavenly bracelet falling off my arm as my ass sways gently from side to side and my boobs are held firm by silk and lace.

It's starting to come effortlessly now. I can feel it - a transition occurring. I was born for this moment and natural impulses are taking over. I own the room. My long lashes flutter as the lights beam down and shadows fall all over me.

"I'll have a dry Martini please, Tamara" I say with the refined confidence of a lady and take my seat at the bar, crossing my legs, pointing my toes and rolling my ankles instinctively, my hands finding their place in my lap.

And so I sit in the luxury lounge of a handsome billionaire's private jet, as it cruises smoothly onwards towards Europe through the quiet, black night. A drink is poured, a little soft music lilts in the background... and I wait, floating on thin air, to attend to him.

-

Adam doesn't keep me waiting long.

"My dear," he says "You look stunning...absolutely enchanting, truly."

Once again, our eyes meet in eternity and I'm transfixed by his mesmerising gaze.
"Adam, hi" As I step down off the barstool, the girl within me smoothly takes the reigns. My ass draws his attention, hips swaying towards him voluptuously, my nipples high and proud and every muscle, every sinew within me moves with the sultry rhythm pulsing from my puckered ring.

"Hello again" I whisper into him as I slip my hand into his and lean forward to peck him on the cheek. "You have a lovely place here"

"I do. I do. Thank you, miss..."

"Oh yes," I giggle "I quite forgot. Please call me..."

"Tiffany, I think" he finishes

"Tiffany?" I pause, "Yes, right. Tiffany's perfect. Please call me Tiffany"

It feels so right letting him make decisions for me and he does it so sensitively.

"Shall we take our table? Come..." he beckons with one hand whilst placing the other on the small of my back, caringly, guiding me over to where Tamara is waiting.

"You've done amazing, Tamara. First class job, really. Hasn't she?"

His hand rests casually on my round curvy butt and the butterflies leap up into my heart, catching my breath.

"She has. I've got so much to learn from you, Tamara. I do hope you can help me some more."

"Oh sweetheart, of course I will. We'll have our girly fun whenever he's not around" she jests with him and winks at me.

"Exactly" he grins "There's going to be plenty of fun going around for all of us to enjoy. We're going to see how Tiffany likes her first flight and take it from there, Tamara-darling. Is that okay?"

"Yes, of course it is" she replies, "I'm looking forward to having her...on board...for as long as it pleases you both. I am at your disposal, as always, Adam-sir"

"Great. Well I'll grab myself a brandy and you ladies can serve the food, if you'd like to...?"

Tamara looks at me with that cheeky smile. "You want to learn something right away?"

"Yesssss ma'am" I tease, pinching her boob playfully as we head towards the canteen.

-

Wagyu tenderloin steak with truffle-leek marshmallow, red wine sauce, potato gratin, asparagus and beetroot jus, a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon on the side, followed by the richest, creamiest pot au chocolat a devilish girl could ever dream of. The food is sensational but I can't eat that much - none of us do. Instead we tease each other, light-heartedly, about getting lost on your holidays, meeting rich gentlemen on distant roadsides and ending up sipping red wine in long haul mile-high clubs.

After dinner I excuse myself for the ladies' room and Tamara disappears to get herself freshened up after the long day she's had.

Adam is alone when I return to the lounge. He stands facing away, holding his glass with such a refined stillness about him. I could watch him all day but I feel my wanting rising up loudly. Perhaps he feels it too. Can he feel my attention?

He turns to face me, resting his glass down gently and taking my hand in his.

"It's great that you're here, Tiffany."

I blush as he says it, peering deep into me and seeing her wide doe eyes looking innocently back at him. I struggle for words but he puts his finger to my lips.

"Ssshh... You're tired. It's okay. Don't try to force any words."

He kisses the back of my hands and squeezes them fondly before placing them on his broad shoulders.

"You're in the flow, Tiff, and it's beautiful to watch. I knew from the first moment I looked into your eyes that you'd find yourself up here. IN here..." he places a finger on my heart which is practically jumping out of my chest and rolls his thumb around my swollen nipple. I moan with pleasure.

"Am I right? Have you found your new self in there?"

I nod - spellbound by his caress, "It feels so right, Adam. I never knew I had these feelings within me. I never knew I could just..."

"...Allow them?" he can read my mind "Let them just...come...up?"

"Yeah. It's like that" I can barely speak

With one hand tweaking my nipples softly, his other hand strokes my cheek, brushing the hair from my eyes and kneading my earlobe gently.

"That's all you have to do, Tiff. It's all you ever have to do in life... Just allow your feelings to flow unfettered. Don't hold back, baby, okay?"

He leans in to plant a kiss on my quivering lips and his hand slides down my arm, releasing all those shivers and all those butterflies up towards my queasy mind...but again the words stick in my throat.

As if sensing it, he touches my throat with one lingering finger "You feel it there ...the energy? Is it stuck in your throat, baby?"

"Mmmm" I can only nod

"Because there are words you need to express and the energy can't flow until you voice them - that's why it's stuck in your throat, sweetheart."

He's right, I know it. There are things I'm dying to say, but my head is spinning so much I can't seem to form a sentence. I don't even know what I want to say.

"Come here" he switches hands and works on the other nipple now, sliding the other hand down to squeeze my butt cheek...pulling me into his embrace. Our lips meet in a probing kiss and my tongue greets his with rapt attention. We smooch quietly for several minutes, my whole body relaxing into his arms as the plane rocks us gently. My hips... his arms... this flight... all swaying together.

"Good girl" and I feel his cock pressed hard up against mine. "Do you know what you want to say yet?"

"Yes" I nod, seeing it all so clearly "I love you, Adam. And I want to give my whole self to you, fully and completely. My mind, body and soul are yours and in the name of flow I offer my life to you...to attend to you, if you'll have me."

He sighs into a warm, contented smile which I feel rising up from his belly.

"You're a good girl," pulling me in tighter against him. "Do you feel that?" ...his stiff cock practically entering me... "Do you know what I want you to do?"

I nod my head and kiss him fully before reaching down to take his bulging cock in my hand. He pulls me over to the bar and leans back against it as I drop down on my knees and work his trousers free...his throbbing cock springing free like a lion from a cage.

I've never wanted something to fill my mouth as much as I do now in this moment. I practically launch myself onto his shaft and he kneads my ear lobes, running his fingers through my hair eagerly.

It's my first time sucking a cock and I've found my place like a kid in a sweet shop. I attend to it, dutifully, with every muscle in my mouth...and tongue...and throat. Oh, my throat, as he pushes inside me deeper and I'm gagging...gagging for him to go deeper still.

I suck the life out of it. I kiss it, passionately, with as much suction as this great man deserves. And I want to give him more. And more. I want him to feel what I'm feeling...this fervour...this intensity...this agonising need, right now, to have his throbbing cock buried as deeply as possible within me.

I taste salty cum building up in my mouth and I pause to savour the taste. I want everything about this man. His cum tastes like ambrosial nectar dripping from heaven. His cock is heaven. I lick him clean and get ready to give him more but he strokes my head as if to say no. "Slowly, sweetheart. Come up here with me."

I like the sound of that and he lifts me powerfully up onto a barstool, slipping his trousers off in the process.

My own cock is rock hard and dribbling through my panties and I grin sheepishly in apology.

"Don't be embarrassed, Tiff-sweety - not with me, okay?"

I nod meekly. "I can't help it. I'm so horny for you"

"I know. I know" his tone is so soft, so reassuring "We're going to make love now. Would you like that?"

"Uhuh" I nod, with absolute certainty screaming at me from every cell of my body "Yes, I would...very much"

"And we're going to invite Tamara to join us - is that okay with you?"

"Yes, yes, of course." I long for that too "Would you like me to go get her for you?"

"No, it's okay Tiffany. She'll be along in a minute, I'm sure."

"Tammy!" he calls out.

"Now let's see that body of yours... How does it feel on you?"

Oh, those words...like he can read my mind, body and soul all at once.

"My body is amazing. It's electrifying. I never felt like this before. Like I've never been alive until now... Like, is this even really happening to me?" my eyes roll with disbelief and he smiles longingly.

"Yes, it's real. It's happening... You've found your real self. You're a girl, Tiff. You're a good girl..." lifting me into his arms he carries me over to the sofa and in those few seconds, held in those two arms, I feel completely freed as a girl.

Completely free and completely full... sitting on his lap we kiss slowly and passionately, his hands slipping inside my leggings and a finger toying my pink, virgin asshole through my panties.

"Yes! Yes, Adam," I look at him bluntly with no trace of shame anymore. "I'm a girl and I know it now. I've got a raging hard on and I want you to flip me over and slide that gorgeous cock all the way inside me until I come like the dirty, dripping slut that I am."

He laughs in fits at my rampant exuberance as the dam breaks and a lifetime of sexual frustration comes tumbling forth.

"And I know I'm a girl because I'm asking nicely but it's up to you. I'd like you to suck my tits as I slide onto your member...but at the end of the day I'm your bitch and I'm here to do as I'm told - whatever you tell me, Adam"

I look up into his eyes, hopefully, and his expression becomes placid again.

"You're beautiful, Tiffany-sweetheart, and your surrender will take you far. Now let's slip those leggings off you and see how you move"

I stand up unquestioningly, on autopilot, as the slut within me obediently complies. Turning halfway, I arch my back further so my breasts bulge out invitingly and giving him a good view of my round butt, I slide the leggings down to my ankles and leave them there, giving him an eyeful of my swollen cock all trussed up in these tight panties.

I hear footsteps and Tamara pads over with sultry eyes, wearing next to nothing. With silk panties accentuating her long golden legs and those bouncing breasts bursting to break free from the skimpy bra, her curvy figure is a sight to behold. I am speechless... I want her to play with me and she knows it.

"Hey, girlfriend," she beams "how are you liking your new job?"

By way of an answer I lower myself onto the bone of Adam's knee, submissively, and reach to stroke his cock with one hand whilst beckoning her over with the other.

"You taught me to attend to him and I'm learning the trade." I reply, proudly

"How's she doing, Adam? Is she attending to your every need?" she moves over to me and puts an arm on my shoulder, affectionately.

"One by one we're getting there, yes."

"Oh, that's nice," she says "It's so nice that the three of us can all get along and do our thing"

She leans in to kiss me, and then leans across to kiss Adam, who's starting to see what's coming next as she sits candidly opposite me on his other knee.

"Ah, now that's nice" Adam coo's "Both my girls sitting on my lap together." He slides a hand down each of our backs and I feel him slipping into my panties, probing for my vacant love hole. Tamara's obviously getting the same treatment and she moans gently, placing one hand on my girly chin admiringly and the other on my left hand that's frantically busy with Adam's cock. Her touch is electric...immediate...decisive...and it stops me in my tracks. Her soft skin on mine, she begins caressing my hand, ever so gently... squeezing and moulding my grip around his beating shaft. Merging my touch with hers she guides me into a gentle rhythm and his cock responds vigorously.

"Tender, Tiffy...tender" her wistful, lingering eyes meet with mine and we giggle as sisters...becoming lovers. "Let's show you how to attend to a cock, shall we?" My other hand begins to explore her long, tanned legs and together we rub him off.

"Shall we, Tiffy, hmmm?" she repeats suggestively as we knead Adam's love muscle with one, single motion. One tempo, one sense, one current... our hands move as one, guided by the one, same energy...the same feeling...the same vibration. Synchronised... hypnotised... I am lost in her eyes...in my own reflection...my own passion... Our hearts beat as one, our thoughts merge as one...and for one celestial millisecond we dissolve into eternity and I know that it is not her guiding me, nor me guiding her... Neither one of us is 'doing' a thing; we are both lost at sea... floating... buoyed-up on rolling waves of effortless surrender ...synchronised and harmonised by the higher cosmic frequencies coursing through our open hearts.

"Care to attend to another cock, hmmmm, Tiffy?" and I suddenly realise what she wants me to do.

She stands up for a second while Adam tugs her panties down swiftly with one hand and her cock springs free in front of my eyes. Settling back upon his knee with a pleased giggle she pulls my head forward, ever so gently, towards her and all the way down onto her cock. As I take in into my mouth, willingly, Adam's finger finds its mark behind me and glides gently and fully into my waiting rectum.

And there we both sit for a few minutes, both being fingered quietly and softly with me bobbing up and down on her sizeable member. All is silent apart from our hushed, contented moans and the low, continuous hum of the airplane.

"Good girl, Tiffy" she encourages "I'll teach you everything you need to know to fulfil your duty. You do want to fulfil him, don't you sweetheart?"

I pay homage to her cock, suckling it fondly as confirmation.

"Good girl" she continues "because when you fulfil him completely, he'll be sure to fill you nice and full in return"

"Ohhh," I cry with ecstasy, "Yes I want that. I want that..." and she pushes me down again, her big cock beating further into the back of my mouth.

"You want that, Tiffy?" she teases me "You want him to fill you nice and full, baby?"

"Mmmmm... Yeaaaasss" as she starts to pump her hips slightly and her balls flap against my chin, Adam's slides a second finger into me and I yelp with pleasure, my tits bouncing softly on her knee.

"It's all about attention, baby - you know that right?"

"Mmmmm?"

"The more you give, the more you receive, Tiffy. Attention is something that has to be paid" and all of a sudden I get the point and her cock becomes an object of devotion for me. I'm worshipping it...adoring every inch of it. And then, feeling something growing in my left hand - something huge - I realise I'm neglecting Adam's cock and shift my attention back to him.

"Concentrate," she commands "Attend to both your lovers equally. Lap it up, sister"

And now Adam stirs as his leg moves beneath me. I take my weight off him and lean forward towards Tamara who also rearranges herself onto the sofa gladly. Leaving Adam behind for a moment, I lose myself in her eyes and we kiss unrestrained for the first time. She reaches behind her and her giant boobs spring free as the skimpy bra pings to the floor. I start to suck her heaving breasts, hungrily, as I sense her wanting, and as I stretch forward I feel Adam's hands tug at my panties.

I'm so hot now, I'm coming to boiling point. Never have I wanted something more than what is occurring right now. Never have I felt an urge like this - a calling so deep... an instinct so primal, so burning... an actual physical bodily requirement to feel this gorgeous man entrench himself firmly within me as soon as humanly possible while I devote every strand of my concentration to tending to the fine-looking woman's cock that fills my wanton mouth.

Onto my knees I drop in front of her, resuming my unswerving commitment to her cock. I need to hear her moan. I owe it to her. It is my duty. I owe her so, so much... Her cock tastes sweet now, in the saltiest possible way, as Adam's hands slide my panties down to my knees and I feel his lubed-up cock rubbing gently up and down between my ass cheeks, bringing me to a climax with anticipation.

With powerful hands on my hips, he presses up against me, and with my mouth full of Tamara, he nudges gently...gently in.

"Ohhhh," we all moan together as he slips his rod beyond and I feel my ass give up the fight. I am his now. I want everything that he wants - the both of them; I feel their every desire as my own.

Tamara caresses my ears and runs her soft fingers through my hair, comfortingly, as I go to town on her beating cock and squeeze her breasts with my free hand. I want only one thing now - just for them to please themselves with me however they so wish. The more they wish, the more I feel that same lustful desire growing within me...bubbling upwards... as Adam thrusts deeper and deeper inside me. He's starting to build up now. I feel him relaxing into a steady pace and my ass relaxes around him like a good slut. His balls slap against mine rhythmically as I bob up and down on Tamara.

My whole universe is moving now. Squeezed into a love sandwich, being filled from both ends, my cum oozes onto the floor as my wild erection goes unnoticed, longing to be touched...yet I feel no desire to. This is a very strange feeling. My body wanting one thing, while my heart and soul needing another so badly, so deeply, with a fervid intensity that silences any demands from my body in a Tantric husssssshhh that reverberates from head to toe and back again.

Tamara cradles my head, lifting me up and back slightly, impaling me deeper onto Adam who gratefully appreciates the change of angle, thrusts into heaven and delivers shivers of electrons whizzing me into infinity. She moves up onto her knees, plants my hands squarely on her butt cheeks and aims forward into my mouth, which duly obliges.

"Mmmmm, good girl, yessss" she squeals as I slide a finger inside her without neglecting my mouth duties for a split second. "She's learning fast."

Adam holds my limp body from behind, now cupping my boy-boobs and working my nipples between finger and thumb, amplifying my blissful submission ten-fold.

"Where does Tiffy need attending to, I wonder... Does that feel better?"

And it does. It does... Every decision they make just gets better and better, sending me spiralling up to new heights of erotic delight. Adam pumps on steadily and my wanton ass draws him further and further in, gradually skewering myself deeper and deeper onto his love machine. I push back into him but he stops me.

"No, Tiffy, you just relax. Give yourself up entirely, every muscle... We'll do the pushing. You just feel it. Can you feel the spit-roast?"

And that image blows my mind into gay abandon. A girly cock pressing into my mouth... A manly cock embedded deep in my ass... Being tossed around like a rag doll, they furrow in at both angles, inching deeper in through the fathoms of my vacant body which swells and stretches to accommodate then, bending and flexing...giving itself up wholly and shamelessly into complete submission.

It feels like their two cocks are searching for each other, trying to make contact inside me. My two lovers edge into embrace, pulling and squeezing their bodies closer as I writhe uncontrollably between them, succumbing to gyratory paralysis. "You like her?" Adam coos to Tamara "I got her for you...to help you, tend to you...attend to us"

I'm nothing but a sex toy for these pounding love gods and it feels impossibly certain that I was born for this moment, to oblige their every needs in dutiful service. Whatever their hearts desire becomes instantly engraved into my own deepest wishes and every fibre of my being aches for their satisfaction as Adam's red hot branding iron singes his stamp deeper and deeper within me. My will is his, forever.

"Ohhhh Adam, come here" Tamara sighs and pulls him onto her bosom "Thank you so, so much. It's lovely to be appreciated. It's all a girl ever wants, you know that..."
They cuddle intimately, her cock forcing its way down through the back of my throat and beyond until my lips tug on the base of her shaft, gratefully accommodating another inch of her throbbing girly-stick. They press together in a frantic, clasping union, driving Adam forth further still and ripping my ass at the seams as Tamara bucks her hips violently and unloads in my gullet in a frenzied, tumultuous shriek.

There is no chance or choice but to swallow as her member injects directly into my stomach and I shudder in convulsions of contrary reflexes...a delicious warmth filling my gut and radiating out around my body with pride. As my spirit soars with elation, she pulls back, panting breathlessly and I am filled with fresh desires to suck her cock shiny clean with my pleased, puckering lips. I worship her feisty love muscle attentively, lavishing all my ministrations on its tender, sensitive flesh as it continues to pulse salty cum inside me.

Adam relaxes his grip on my nipples and slows his ass-pounding to an occasional sporadic thrust, his rampant staff demanding the odd reminder of how my sphincter quivers in spasms along his length and my ring piece grips and squeezes down on his swollen vein. He pulls me up with firm hands leaning me backwards into him until my head tilts up and my weight sinks back, and I slide gratefully down onto his pulsating shaft ...filling me...stuffing me to the brim with waves of girly flushes as his lightening rod burrows into new depths.

Tamara kneels in front of me adoringly, pulls herself up so her jiggling boobs bounce against my face and feeds a pert, pink-tipped nipple into my cum-filled mouth. I suckle on her eagerly as she starts to caress my cheeks, my ears...all over my head and neck she massages me and presses me tight to her motherly breasts.

"Awwww, princess..." she dotes on me "Are you going to come and work with us? Are you?"

I reach my hands up to free the heavy mounds from my face so I can shout yes, but Adam restrains me, instead sliding my arms back behind me and around his powerful shoulders.

"Don't try to speak, Tiff," he implores "If you want to confirm, you just answer her with your body. We communicate directly, without thoughts and words getting in the way..."

"That's right, princess," she continues "It's all about body language from now on."

I tongue on her cum-soaked nipples lovingly, silently lapping at the creamy saltiness still trickling down my throat. She stretches both her arms under my armpits, supporting my weight on Adam's shoulders behind me, and then lifts me, ever so slightly, so that my limp body hangs suspended from above. Adam feels my weight lift and his beating bone surges forth spasmodically, ramming up inside me and sending ripples of pleasure washing all over me.

I drag Tamara's nipple to the back of my mouth, stretching and squeezing it, nursing on it like a hungry baby - her pretty little baby princess. I am all in rapture. Dangling down from my mother's breast, playing at Adam's hair with my body draped before him, his hands clasping my hips and his iron-like love piston driving up into me, hell for leather, packing his payload ever-deeper home, while my legs hang limply by his side. I feel like a puppet, all trussed up with arms and legs akimbo as they tweak my girly love strings, playfully.

There comes a quivering...a quaking...bubbling up loudly from the deep.

"You're going to work hard, little princess," Tamara urges "...but the job's well worth it, believe me. The conditions are excellent. The best food, the finest clothes...you will want for nothing. Travelling the world in style... Some sexy new boobs too!"

"Yes, of course," Adam purrs, nibbling at my ear "And you'll always be rewarded most generously, Tiff...with my payment."

His hips pound away incessantly as his stallion cock delves deeper, growing with each rhythmic thrust

"Regular instalments...

My face slaps steadily against Tamara's bountiful breasts, powerlessly, as I suckle on her swollen nipple for comfort.

"...Direct..."

The strings of my bra come loose, it slips helplessly to the floor and suddenly I feel naked and exposed...vulnerable.

"...Into..."

His cock plunders me into submission - resistance is futile - my ring surrenders to the full fury of this raging bull.

"...Your..."

Agonising pain...I squeal and moan for release...yet still my ass is hungry and begging for more.

"...Personal..."

The pressure reaches breaking point and his hot steel rod rams the pain back into my core, not letting a drop of it escape...plunging deep back in to where the pleasure comes from.

"...Account."

His hand grips my cock and jerks violently as he unloads his bursting torrent within me. Stars shoot forth behind my eyes and I tremble into a juddering full body orgasm, inside-out... His hips buck wildly and my body spasms and jerks, battling impulsively against him as he fights to keep his cock buried fast inside me. Steering my hips, he presses his head in deep, planting his seed firmly and precisely up against my column. My body recoils but can't. Holding me rigid and steadying my frenzied convulsions, shuddering aftershocks reverberate outwards violently from within me but clamped in the vice of his grasp they have nowhere to go but back in to where his heaving ram still presses home its filling.

"Whoa, Tiffy" pacifying my stubborn resistance... placating me with firm hands on a startled pony... calming my fright and easing me back again into his steady, gentle rhythm with soothing, loving reassurance as his writhing cobra has the final say, spitting white hot venom into my paralysed, terrorised rectum.

He has won. He has broken me in. I can never go back now.

I topple into numbness as Tamara releases me from her hold and the three of us collapse in a hugging embrace, panting breathlessly as my scattered consciousness reboots and grasps at reality for anchors to cling to - my useless, spent body...on the cum-soaked carpet...in the mile-high love hotel cruising smoothly and silently ever onwards into the blackness, speeding the jet-set on their course through the lonely, empty night.

tiffany's   epiphany  

Aug 16, 2018 in blowjob

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