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It was Friday afternoon and the Master was cruising westbound on the motorway heading for a weekend with his Goddess. His mind was not on his driving but what might be in store for the next two days with the horniest woman he’d ever met. He had showered before leaving home and decided he would go “commando” so as to be ready for whatever goddess had in mind.She had talked on the phone about what she had planned for them both; dinner, followed by a hot bath together and then passionate animal, wanton sex by candlelight, and that was just the first night. That left Saturday and Sunday untouched.The traffic was, as expected, heavy on the last working day of the week. The Master imagined, that like him, there were those sharing the highway with similar thoughts to his. He smiled to himself as he overtook his fellow drivers. He always felt spoilt when visiting his goddess. She tried very hard to make their time together enjoyable and passionately intense.Master was relieved to finally arrive in a little side street off the main road on which the goddess lived. His weekend bags, such as they were, contained mainly little treats which help to make the weekend enjoyable for both of them. The contents included a bottle of champagne, some single malt scotch and a selection of mixers for the cocktails as well as toys for the bedroom which goddess had made a point of asking him to bring.As he arrived on the doorstep and about to ring the bell, the door flew open and there was goddess, dressed in apron over black ski pants and pullover and hair tied back off her face. She held a towel which she was using to dry her hands. That suggested to her Master she was working in the kitchen. She gave him a big beaming smile and ushered him in, welcoming him with a huge long kiss on the lips with lots of tongues before he could utter a word. “We have a weekend guest,” she said in a hushed tone, and https://www.kusadasibest.com noticing my puzzled look and raised eyebrows, quickly followed with, “It’s Phoebe!”Phoebe was her yoga student from London. Her mother, had been a good friend of the Goddess for many years and after Phoebe’s father walked out on them at the end of twenty years of marriage, her mother suddenly died, That was seven years ago when Phoebe was eighteen. Phoebe regarded the Goddess as her aunt. No one knew what happened to Dad. Goddess had often spoke to the Master of her ‘favourite niece’ and how fond she was of her, but until this moment, Master had never met her. Once inside the front door, Master dumped his bags in their bedroom and after hanging up his jacket in the hall, headed for the kitchen where he heard female voices in conversation. As master entered the kitchen goddess quickly rushed across from where she was preparing vegetables  and made the introductions. Phoebe was tall, had dark hair, fashioned in a bob. Although tall she was no stick insect. In fact she was, what one might refer to as, having all the right curves in all the right places. She was wearing a black, loose fitting crop top with a gap which revealed just a hint of bare midriff, with black velvet shorts and platform heels which added to her height. Master noticed two things immediately. Firstly, Phoebe had a captivating smile as she turned and greeted the master. Secondly, master couldn’t be sure, but he suspected that she was wearing nothing underneath her crop top. Her ample bosom seemed to move in such a way as to suggest that it was unconstrained and anyway, no bra could do more to show off her full figure.After the introductions were over a remark was made over how empty the girls glasses were. Therefore Master was charged with the task of providing more drinks. “So you girls started early,” he said with a hint of a question.“We guessed you had been delayed by the traffic and decided we couldn’t wait any longer,” said goddess. “You’ve got some catching up to do.” They both glanced across the room at each other and giggled. Master gave a wry smile, and set about finding the open bottle of wine which was sitting in the fridge door.Goddess strode across the kitchen to where Phoebe was preparing desert for the evening meal.She was muttering something on the lines of “How you getting on” and “Have you got everything you need” while master was opening cupboards looking for an extra glass for himself. He found what he wanted and turned just in time to catch a glimpse of goddess and Phoebe kissing. It was over in a flash but as goddess moved her body to return to her work station chopping vegetables, Master noticed her left hand, which had been hidden from view during the kiss, had been inside Phoebe’s crop top. Master stopped in mid stride and looked at Phoebe who was concentrating on her task but who, sensed the masters abrupt halt. She lifted her head and glanced sideways at him. She smiled and returned to her work.Master recovered his composure, refilled the glasses and delivered one to each of the girls. “Here’s to a great weekend” said Master and they clinked glasses and sipped at their wine.“Dinner will be a couple of hours yet I’m afraid,” said goddess. “We can sit in the lounge and relax for a while.”With that, they exited the kitchen for a comfy seat, some chill out music and subdued lighting. Phoebe made for the bathroom while goddess and Master sat together on the sofa kissing passionately.“I hope you don’t mind,” she whispered.“Mind what?” said Master.“Phoebe coming to stay.”“No, of course not. She seems like a lovely girl. Tell me something, how close are you two?”“Very close, why?”“Well, if I’m not mistaken, I caught you kissing and fondling her.”Goddess didn’t seem surprised. Instead she kissed her master passionately pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. She drew away and gave him her temptress look. “You’re not jealous, I know. So, did what you saw arouse you?”“It did. You know it did. Did you perhaps do it for my benefit? Did you hope that I might notice?”“Mmmm, something like that,” said goddess with a cheeky grin. “You’ll have to keep your eyes open. You never know what you might miss.” She looked at him with a knowing look.They heard the bathroom door open and Phoebe approaching down the hall. As she entered the lounge, goddess rose from the sofa and handed Phoebe her wine. “So what have I missed?” asked Phoebe with a cheeky grin, as she sat in the centre of the sofa next to master. “What have you been talking about?”Phoebe seemed very relaxed, no doubt because of the wine. Goddess came to sit on the other side of Phoebe and explained.“Master had noticed how close we are,” she said with a hint of a smirk on her face. “He thought how nice it was to see two people in a special relationship, didn’t you?” There was a hint of provocation in her tone.“Er, yes I do think its lovely. You’re both so fortunate to have that bond.”“I know,” said Phoebe turning to face goddess. “You’re the closest thing I have to a best friend. You are the only family I have… kind of.” With that she leaned into her and kissed goddess on the lips, lingering just long enough to arouse the Master. He started to wonder how much each of them had had to drink before he arrived.Just as Phoebe started to withdraw from the kiss, goddess responded by placing her right hand  behind her nieces neck and pulled her towards her. This time both of them turned on the passion. Phoebe’s eyes closed as her mouth opened and felt goddesses tongue delve into her mouth. Goddess was able to glance over Phoebe’s shoulder and look Master straight in the eye. She winked. Master smiled back, and looking over the rim of his glass, took a sip of his wine, his mind was racing. 

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