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writerpeach · 5 years ago

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Relief

Dreamcatcher SuA/Kim Bora

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You were not having it today. Between the never-ending stacks of work that only seemed to increase daily, your worthless interns that never wanted to do anything, or your boss never being satisfied despite you being one of the hardest workers, you had enough of today.

This was not your typical nine to five job, and the work was exhausting. The only thing that kept you from storming out was the fact that you needed money, and the gorgeous woman who had been your coworker of many years, Kim Bora.

The two of you were the only bilingual speakers in the company, which naturally meant that you were saddled with the most work. You always stayed much later than every other worker in the company, especially after your douchebag of a boss left. Most work days turned into nights, and you often left long after the sun had set.

The pay wasn't worth the hours stolen from you or the stress, but it would take time to find a different job in this line of work. And you weren't sure you could convince Bora to go with you, so you dealt with it for the time being, taking each day at a time.

Your eyes glazed over at the stack of translation work that you had yet to put a dent in. You huffed and looked over and your coworker who seemed to be just as exhausted as you were.

"We should call it a night, we're not going to get much more done tonight," you said, looking at the time and frustrated with the lack of progress.

"You're right," Bora said, as she spun around in her chair, her frustrations mirrored your own. The large task at hand being shared without any additional help was not going to done anytime soon.

The two of you packed up and finally left the exhausting work day, not realizing that it was so late that most public transportation had shut down already. You both had long commutes, living on the outskirts of the city in order to save on rent.

"I didn't even know it was so late. We should just get a hotel," Bora said.

"A hotel?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"it's really late, I don't think any buses or trains are still running so we'd have to both walk all the way home, and I'm sure that's the last thing we both want to do."

"That's not a bad idea. Sure."

There was probably some type of regulation that went against spending a night together in a hotel room with a female coworker, but you didn't care. It seemed like an innocent enough idea. Bora picked a nearby hotel, and even though you offered to pay your share, she paid for the room since the idea was hers. With two room keys in hand you both stepped into an elevator, venting frustrations on the way up to your room several floors up.

The hotel room was fairly standard, nicely decorated with dark colors, two beds with a large enough tv in the middle and a balcony that had a nice view that overlooked the city. You dropped your bags and shoes at the door, finding solace in the soft comfortable bed that you laid down on.

Bora took more time to inspect the room before getting comfortable, removing her outer shirt and kicking her heels off, walking on the soft carpet barefoot. She took an impressed look at the bedroom before situating herself on the empty bed.

"Not bad."

Bora grabbed the remote from the end table and looked for something on TV that took her mind of things, scrolling through of baking shows and movies and seemingly endless entertainment before settling on something whatever just to have something on in the background.

"You can come sit with me. I don't bite, " Bora said as she looked to your side, patting the bed beside her. You hesitated for a brief moment before climbing off the bed and joined Bora on top of the covers, complying with her request. She smiled as you joined her, and you felt a bit of the days tension disappearing.

You were close with Bora and while you had worked together for years, you were still just friends. Friends and coworkers that shared the same frustrations, the same stress, and the same shitty boss that deserved a kick to the groin once in a while.

"I don't know about you, but I'm still pretty tense. Work has me completely fried," Bora said, eyes focused on the tv but occasionally looking back towards your own to catch a glance. It was in that moment that you had realized just how pretty they were.

"You could take a long hot shower, steam up the bathroom real nice."

"That sounds great, but I don't have clothes to change into," she said, with a disappointed look on her face. You only had the clothes on your back and your bags from work, and none of the shops would be open at this time.

"Right. Guess I don't either."

"I have a better idea," Bora said, with a look in her eyes you hadn't seen before and a smirk a mile wide.

"What do you have in mind?"

Bora paused before answering, keeping that devilish look stationed on her face. "There's just two of us, this beautiful room, and this large cozy bed."

"Go on."

"Let's burn off all of this stress."

Bora tossed the remote to the side, keeping her gaze in your direction as she awaited your response. These weren't innuendos she was tossing out, even if Bora was being coy about it, you both knew that this was leading up to one thing - nothing more but hot and eventual sex.

You flashed Bora a look of acceptance, and she was quick to respond as she pounced on you and straddled your lap. You stared into each others eyes for a brief moment, assuring each other that you were both ready and willing what was about to take place.

Bora cupped the side of your face and you felt her lips meeting your own, moving rather aggressively as you felt her tongue in your mouth. You returned her kiss, letting her take control as you grabbed onto her small waist, embracing her as you felt her petite body in your own hands.

Distracted by the intense and passionate liplock Bora had on you, she found the buttons on your dress shirt, quickly undoing them one by one and stripping the shirt off your shoulders and tracing your chest with one fingertip, her touch driving you wild already. Bora's lips widened at your state of undress as she broke the kiss and planted her soft lips a few times on your bare chest, straightening her back and grabbing the hem of her the black shirt underneath and tossing it out of sight.

"Bet you've been dying to see these," Bora said, as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra with one hand, running the other through light colored locks in an attempt to seduce you even more. Bora dressed conservatively at work, rarely showing off that bountiful cleavage, instead opting for tight blouses that showed the outline of her voluptuous breasts, which was its own torturous tease.

"You have no idea."

Bora took her sweet time and moved painfully slow, each thin strap feeling like hours taken to move down her shoulders while she watched your tense reaction and the desperation taking over your features. While she disposed of her bra still kept up the teasing and her breasts covered with her hands, further prolonging what she knows you were dying to see.

That same smirk rested on her lips until she felt the time was right, keeping the anticipation level high. When the moment finally came, Bora removed her small hands from her chest and lifted her arms up and behind her head, causing her delicious bare breasts to bounce in finally in their full glory and displayed for your eyes only.

Bora had an amazing body hidden away from you, and underneath her pesky top was a full package, beautiful milky skin, perfect round breasts and a tight toned tummy that gave you some serious regret from taking this long to see it exposed.

"I can't believe you've been hiding these tits all these years, Kim Bora."

Bora chuckled. "They're all yours now," she said, eyes beckoning you to feel her up. You did so without hesitation, running your hands up the warm skin of her upper torso and cupping her soft breasts, squeezing and massaging them and feeling every bit of delight in how they felt against your palms.

Bora watched on as you admired her tits, using every moment as you fondled her chest and played with her cute pink nipples, pinching the stiffening nubs as her body jerked and released a soft moan in response. With both warm mounds in your hands, you couldn't wait for a taste and dove in, running your tongue between her plentiful cleavage a lick and leaving a trail of saliva that glistening in the bright hotel light.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," you said, as you brought your tongue around one of Bora's now fully hard nipples, swirling around it to earn another moan from her as she cradled your head as you took care in feasting on her yummy breasts.

"All you had to do was ask."

It was a rare moment in which you found yourself speechless, instead of a punchy comeback you took Bora's slippery nipple in between your lips, suckling on it deeply as she whined and whimpered at the stimulation.

You took your time as you sucked on Bora's tits with an insatiable hunger, alternating and as you firmly held them in your hands as you played with them, no plans on stopping until her beautiful pink nipples were swollen and covered in spit. Bora's cries of pleasure encouraging your messy slurps and licks as every intense slurp caused her to express her satisfaction into your ears.

"Seems like you're enjoying my tits," Bora said, lips forming a smirk as she felt your bulge coming to life through the fabric of your pants. You kept your attention on those beautiful bare breasts, lips still attached to her delicious nipples and giving long and messy slurps that made you never want to leave the comfort of her ample chest.

"Let me help you out with that," Bora said, as she started grinding on your lap, feeling your rock hard erection poking her make its intent to be freed known. While you could have spent the entire night with your lips around Bora's breasts, you were ready for more as you let go and she dismounted your lap, climbing off the side of the bed as she dropped to her knees on the hotel's soft carpet.

You sat up and swung your legs over, scooting to the edge of the bed to meet her gaze. Bora couldn't help but stare at the bulge in your pants as she unbuckled your belt, undoing your pants and making sure to catch your boxers at the same time as she yanked both down and off your body. Bora gasped and her eyes lit up at the sight of your unleashed cock, rock hard and throbbing already.

"All these years working together and this is the first time I'm seeing this cock?"

"All you had to do was ask," you said, smiling as you echoed her earlier words.

Bora licked her lips as she initiated first contact, keeping her touch light and gentle as she used one finger to slowly trail up and down your length, tracing the outline of your swollen cockhead as precum escaped and leaked over it.

She smiled as she teased you, watching your eyes plead for more as Bora grabbed your cock with a tight grip and wrapped her slender fingers around your rock hard shaft, pumping her warm and soft hand up and down as she used her thumb to spread around your precum, causing you to moan as she stroked every inch of you.

"You're so fucking hard," Bora said with a grin, as she stroked your throbbing erection from tip to base, working your shaft in a slow delicate motion, twisting around with every downstroke as more moans escaped from you.

Bora gave your cock several pleasurable strokes, letting a bit of saliva fall from her mouth to help lubricate your shaft as she gave a soft kiss to the tip of your leaking cock, slowly building up every bit of pleasure.

"You like that?"

"I do. Feels so good, Bora."

"Good, because it's only going to get better from here."

You gasped as her wet pink tongue travelled from the base of your shaft to tip, moving slowly until she reached your sensitive swollen tip, swirling around it several times and flicking against your dripping slit, proud at how much you were moaning already.

Bora gave an additional kiss on your needy cock, her lips on your swollen head driving you insane with anticipation as you knew what was next. Bora looked up at you, watching the absolute need in your eyes as she took your cock into her wet hungry mouth.

You let out a loud groan, releasing your desperation as Bora's soft lips wrapped tight around your hard needy shaft, pushing forward to take the first couple inches into her warm mouth and giving a feel of no other as her lips applied a deep and thorough suction that was overwhelming already.

She kept the same deliberate pace with her hands as she delivered a soft sensual blowjob, keeping the build up slow which allowed you to time to take in the stimulation. Her pretty lips gently glided up and down your shaft, leaving a trail of glistening saliva behind as she took half of you into her pretty red lips, intently listening to your moans as her warm hands squeezed and stroked your thighs, keeping eye contact the whole time.

"Fuck," you moaned, as Bora gave quick bobs of her head in between your spread legs, leaving one hand resting on your thigh and using the other to fondle your balls, kneading and massaging them and made sure she delivered even more pleasure.

Bora let out her own moan while she continued blowing you, finding pleasure in pleasing your cock, doing everything she could to make you forget about the problems of the workplace, and instead focused on making your cock feel amazing.

Your eyes closed shut, and you groaned at the pleasure in between your legs that Bora gave out. You focused on her warm mouth, the way her lips expertly slid up and down your shaft, the slurping noises that followed, the way her wet tongue playfully flicked against the underside of your cock and every last worry of the night melted away.

When you opened your eyes back up you smiled at the view that greeted you - your coworker of several years on her knees, diligently slurping away and sucking your cock, looking beautiful as she did so. It felt god damn incredible, Kim Bora put just as much effort into giving head as she did any other work, the end result being your deep satisfaction.

You loved her working magic between your spread thighs, content to feel her blowing you as long you could handle it, but you knew she deserved pleasure too.

"Bora."

She looked up with her beautiful round eyes, awaiting your words as she continued sucking you off.

"Bora, let me taste you."

She got the message loud and clear, but her lips still lingered on your shaft for several seconds, not wanting to stop just yet and she gave one long slurp from base to tip as her lips regretfully left your cock.

"You don't have to stop me, I can do this all night," she said, the desire in her voice clear as she furiously stroked your wet hard shaft.

"I wouldn't last all night."

Bora smiled as you helped her up to her feet, unzipping the side of her black skirt as it fell to the ground, leaving her in nothing but a cute black polka dot thong. As she stood up, you saw the desire in her eyes as she wrapped her hands around the back of your neck and brought her lips to your own for another deep kiss. She climbed back on top of the bed, making sure her tight ass was in view as she laid back down, spreading her legs wide and gestured for you to join her.

You did so without a word, admiring every inch of Bora's beautiful body as you knelt just below her spread thighs. You had the golden opportunity to see her beautiful bare legs, no longer hidden and tucked away underneath her work desk.

"I never knew you had such amazing thighs, Bora."

"Seems we're finding out a lot about each other tonight."

That pair of underwear was the final barrier between you and Bora, the one thing that prevented you from obtaining the treat centered between those heavenly thighs. You had to get rid of them at once.

Not a second went wasted as you grabbed the top of Bora's underwear, hooking fingers in the waistband as she popped her hips to help out. You dragged them down her luscious legs and off her, leaving her perfect body fully naked and all yours to enjoy.

Bora bit her lip as she bared every inch of bare skin to you, her lust-filled gaze on yours as you felt up her smooth legs. Your attention was held on her thick creamy thighs, keeping them spread wide as you got your first glimpse of Bora's beautiful pussy, her pink lips glistening wet and inviting.

You couldn't resist placing several kisses on her inner thighs to warm her up, her breath hitching as she felt your lips on them, moaning softly and you couldn't get enough of her delicious thighs.

Soft kisses turned into deep kisses, and gentle licks turned into deep sucks, feeling Bora continuing to squirm as you ate her delicious thighs up. Several wet kisses later her thighs glistened with spit, and while you could never have your fill of them, the soft pink flesh above was beckoning for a taste.

"Eat me already," Bora begged, growing impatient and restless with every touch.

You kept one hand on Bora's warm thigh as you traced the outline of her pretty pussy with a fingertip, moving inside her slit and teasing her folds that were abundant with slick as her wetness collected on your finger.

Bora was becoming a mess at your hands and you sensed her yearning for your touch as you slipped the same finger inside her, entering one knuckle deep but only inside for a moment to feel her tightness before withdrawing, earning a cute whine from her lips.

"Please..." Bora pleaded, desperately seeking more but you ignored her, keeping her pleasure at bay at your own pace.

You continued with just one finger, moving deeper each time, feeling her get wetter with each insertion and one more joined as you curled two fingers deep inside Bora, rocking for one moment before withdrawing again and having your fill of teasing as she was left frustratingly empty.

With your fingers coated with Bora's slick you presented them to her to clean off, wanting her juices from the source as she licked and sucked them clean, tasting herself with no objections.

You wanted to give Bora the same pleasure in return as you brought your mouth to Bora's pussy and gave an initial lick from bottom to top of her slit, hearing a needy gasp escape from her lips.

The first taste was delicious, and you required more as you licked in between Bora's folds, cleaning her juices off and earning the loudest moan of the night.

The taste of Bora's pussy was unforgettable and you dove straight in, eating her pussy with an insatiable appetite as her thighs wrapped around your face, the incredible warmth of them securing you in between.

Bora's satisfied moans continued as you devoured her pussy, tongue painting up and down with furious swipes until you tasted every inch of her delectable pussy. You looked up at Bora, at the pleasure contorting her face, and looked back down and the swollen pink clit that adorned the hood of her pussy.

You licked several lazy circles around the engorged nub before taking it into your mouth and securing your lips around it, applying firm pressure as Bora jerked and squealed while you felt her thighs squeezing tighter around your head.

"Oh my god, that tongue is amazing. Don't you fucking stop."

You couldn't stop eating out Bora even if you wanted to. Her sweet juices entered your mouth as you slurped on her clit, nonstop moans left her lips, giving her every ounce of pleasure she deserved. The warmth of her thighs never left your face as you ate her out, she grabbed a handful of hair, not enough to hurt but for a much needed outlet from the intense pleasure sweeping up her body.

You were relentless in eating her cunt, alternating between deep swipes of her clit and intense slurps, feeling her juices bathing you as her moans became more needy and she became putty in your hands.

Bora grew wetter by the second, her delicious juices seeping out, her thighs smothering you and you knew it couldn't be much longer.

"Oh my god, I'm-I'm going to cum!"

Bora grabbed onto the back of your head as you brought her to climax, her wonderful thighs suffocating you as her explosive orgasm took control over her body. Her back arched high and her thighs vibrated wildly, shrill uncontained pleasure escaping her lips as she came hard into your mouth.

Bora rocked her hips and rode her orgasm out by grinding her pussy on your face, coming down from her high as she giggled at the mess left all over your face. In return you licked her clean, licking up the juices on her folds and thighs, making sure nothing was wasted.

You gave Bora's amazing thighs a few more kisses, her sensitivity at maximum level which forced her to stop you as she playfully pushed your face away, her chest and those delicious breasts still heaving as she attempted to catch her breath.

"It's been a long time since someone made me cum like that," Bora said, her breath still heavy and her cute voice a step lower.

"It helps when you taste as good as you do. I could eat you out for hours, Miss Bora."

"I'll hold you to that."

Bora had recovered enough that she was more than ready to keep going, looking down at you still between her crotch as you caressed her pillowy thighs and awaited her instructions.

"Time to burn all that stress off. Let me ride you. Let me feel that hard fucking cock inside me for the first time."

"It would be my pleasure."

You exchanged places without a word and Bora straddled you again, this time without clothes to interfere as your naked bodies pressed together.

Bora prepared herself as she stroked your cock, still hard as ever as she lined it up with with her entrance. You had both equally teased each other when you performed oral, but thankfully neither of you seemed to have to patience for that anymore.

"This is going to feel really good," Bora said, beaming with confidence as you felt your cock nudge up against her slippery lips. You both shared lustful exchanges, anticipating the moment as Bora shifted her weight down and pushed her small body down, causing mutual gasps as you slipped inside her tight pussy and entered her intimate warmth for the first time.

Bora took all the time necessary to adjust, finding the right angle as she placed her hands on your bare chest and pushed her body down and taking more of you inside her, the warmth and tightness of her pussy that wrapped around your shaft making you crazy already.

Always wanting more, Bora lifted her body up until just the tip of your cock was left inside her, you shaft glazed with her sweet juices already. She bit her lip deeply as her body lowered all the way down, her knees hitting the mattress as she slammed down and impaled herself to the hilt with your cock, filling her body with every inch of you.

"Oh fuck," Bora said, letting out a long drawn out moan as she started to bounce on your cock, her silky walls squeezing tight. You grabbed onto her waist, trying to find something to offset the sharp pleasure that was running up your spine.

"You feel really good inside me," Bora said, riding faster and digging her nails into your chest, struggling to keep her eyes open. For such a small girl, she seemed to have no trouble taking your dick inside her, fueled by pure arousal she rode your cock with such a fury, her ass smacked up against your crotch while her tits bounced hypnotically, putting on a show for you.

"You ride me so well, Bora. You like riding that cock?"

"God yes, I do. You feel so fucking big inside me. Most guys can't last ten seconds when I ride them."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Not one of them could last as long as you have."

"I can see why. You're so fucking tight, Bora."

"I am, I bet I'm the tightest you've ever been with. You like how that tight pussy feels?"

"Fuck yes I do."

Bora became more dominant as she rode you at a relentless pace, keeping the tempo fast and steady as she used your cock to release all her frustrations and stress. You were more than content to lay there and be at her will, watching her pretty face filled with bliss as she brought herself edging close to her second orgasm of the night.

"I'm close. Make me cum. Make me cum all over that that cock."

The harsh slapping sounds of skin against skin echoed around the room, Bora bounced so roughly on your dick that the bed began to squeak in rhythm, and you wrapped your hands around her waist tighter and felt the sweat forming on her warm flushed skin as your bodies were lost in pleasure.

Bora's whines and moans got deeper and louder as she reached her peak, eyes widening, and her breath weakening, as your hands moved from her waist to her ass, squeezing it to help keep her in place in those last final moments before climax.

"Oh fuck!"

You felt the nails placed on your chest digging deeper, the silky walls around your cock pulsating as Bora came again harder and messier. Her body shook and the bed joined as her climax hit like a tidal wave, you kept a firm grasp on her ass to keep yourself planted inside her, making sure every second of orgasm was memorable as she rode it out, soaking your crotches and making an absolute mess on your cock.

With Bora greedily taking her second orgasm, she is finally able to open her eyes and look up at you with glazed over eyes, drunk on bliss and panting heavily. Her mouth stays open as she struggles to catch her breath, and finally is able to form words once again.

"Fuck, t-that... was amazing. Your cock... is amazing."

Bora ran a hand through her messy hair, as she regained strength, her glowing skin making her look sexier than ever.

"Your turn. Take me however you want."

"I want you from behind."

Bora gingerly lifted her body off of your cock, and you watched her remove herself from your shaft, still an absolute mess and stained with her juices. She got into the most perfect position on her hands and knees, lowering her head and raising that tight ass up in the air, ready to be taken.

You lined up behind her shapely body, dangerous curves in view and the womanly features designed to arouse you working overtime. It was a lot to take in but you had your full attention on that beautiful wet pussy that wasn't going to stay empty for much longer.

"Stop staring and come shove that big dick back inside me," Bora said, the look in her eyes not asking, but demanding to be taken like she deserved.

You needed to be inside her again just as much as she needed you to be, holding one of her hips as you took your stiff cock and readied it against her tight entrance the intoxicating warmth of her tight hole making its presence felt.

You didn't keep her waiting anymore as you slammed your hips forward and made Bora take every inch of your cock inside her tight cunt, she let out a loud gasp as you filled her to the hilt with ease. She looked back with seductive eyes that let you know it was more than okay to continue.

Bora felt much tighter in this position, her pussy dripping wet after two orgasms which allowed for deeper penetration as you thrusted your whole length into her body and established a rhythm. Judging by the noises that left her mouth, she could take it like a champ and there was no need to let up.

"Fuck me with that big cock...ravage me."

It was something else hearing those words from your coworker, her perceived innocence at best a facade, Bora had needs and you were going to do everything to fulfill them.

Motivated by the lewd words that left Bora's sinful lips and with both hands gripping her hips, you pulled out all the way until you saw the very tip of your cock, still seeing the visible juices coating your cock and slammed back in, filling Bora up as she let out a very needy moan. Her walls wrapped around you, her pretty pussy lips gripped your cock tight as you pistoned your hips and began pounding into her, burying your cock as deep into her body as you could.

"Fuck, oh fuck! That feels so good, fuck me just like that!"

Bora's moans were music to your ears, the slick warmth of her tight pussy keeping you deep inside as you gave her a much needed fucking, enjoying the comfort of her body. You listened to every lustful sound that ejected from her sweet lips but you needed more, building up each strong thrust in succession until you fucked Bora a little harder and a little faster, until you were roughly slamming and stretching out her slippery wet pussy in such a harsh rhythm that the creaks and squeaks of the bed became worrying, and you hoped that it would hold.

It was late night, and although there probably weren't that many people staying in a hotel on a weeknight you hoped the walls were thick enough that your loud noises of sex didn't bother the other guests. If not, then you hoped they enjoyed the free show.

You found yourself obsessed with Bora's body, the sinful curves of her body, the way her sweaty soft skin became flushed, and the silky tightness of her pussy and how wet she was for you, all other thoughts of the day vanished. It was at this point that you put in as much power into your thrusts, knowing you couldn't last much longer than a few more minutes. Her hands scrambled for the sheets, and as you rammed every inch into the warm depths of her pussy, gasps and erotic moans turned into screams, the sounds you were dying to hear.

"You're so deep, oh my fucking god, you're so deep!"

At this rate Bora was going to have trouble walking tomorrow, but it would be all worth it for one one night of intense stress relief.

It was getting harder to breathe at this point, your stamina was depleting and you didn't know how much more you could hold out. Your bodies how became hotter as you felt the beads of perspiration on your forehead, and saw the lower back of Bora slicken with sweat which honestly turned you on even more.

You two grew tired, an echo of gasps and tired moans filled the room along with the sounds of your sweaty bodies colliding. Bora was spent from double orgasms, but she was eager to feel yours.

You didn't want the warmth and wetness surrounding your dick to go away, or the constant moans out of her lips to stop. You looked for something to distract yourself from the intense tightness swallowing your dick, focusing on Bora's tight round ass as her cheeks jiggled with every harsh thrust. You gave her rear one small spank, followed by another, causing her ass to ripple as you tested the waters, delighted by the approving look she gave.

So you continued, after every few thrusts you gave a slap on that perfect ass of hers, not hard enough to sting but enough to give some extra pleasure. Bora's loud cries of ecstasy were the cue that she was being pleasured perfectly, with every exit out of her pussy left the two of you to anticipate the next thrust, to feel that incredible tightness and clenching of her dripping walls as you filled her with your full length.

Bora was completely lost in the pleasure, her mind completely blank and focusing for the stiff cock that remained deep inside her that caused squeals of delight that escaped with such high volume that became worrisome to her as her head dropped in between her hands in an attempt to silence herself without success.

After the apex of one of your hardest thrusts, Bora's body tensed up and without warning she came again for the third time with almost deafening squeals and screams, this time the hardest climax of night as her limbs turned into jelly and felt useless.

The force of Bora's third orgasm caused the pressure in your body to push past your limits, and between the harsh rhythm you fucked Bora with, the loud screams from her lips and creaks of the bed and the way her sweaty soft skin felt as you kept a tight grip on her wide hips you simply couldn't take much more.

"Are you...are you... going to cum?" Bora asked in between deep heavy breaths, sensing it as well. Not that it was hard to tell given the way you were twitching inside her with every thrust.

"Yes, I'm about to fucking explode. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside, don't you dare pull out. Blow your fucking load in me."

You are more than thankful at her response, as it certainly would have been impossible to finish anywhere else at this point in time. You stopped trying to delay the inevitable and enjoyed the last few moments of pleasure inside Bora, keeping a tight squeeze on her hips as you gave the harshest thrusts of the night, drilling into her tight dripping cunt with as much force as you had left.

It took less than a handful of thrusts as you climaxed and ensured every last inch was kept inside Bora as you erupted with a grunt and filled Bora's tight pussy with cum, filling her walls with every thick spurt of your hot load as you moaned in unison, depositing every drop of your sticky semen into her body to mix with her juices to create the perfect combination inside her tight fucked hole.

"I love how warm it feels," Bora remarked, completely spent but with just enough energy to enjoy the messy load that you left inside her pussy. Inch by inch you retreated your depleted cock until it was outside of the warmth of Bora, watching as the thick cum deposited inside her freshly fucked pussy began to slowly leak out of her, making a mess on her thighs and the hotel sheets underneath that were ruined anyways.

"God...that was...amazing...I definitely don't have any stress left in me."

"Me...neither."

"Maybe we should call in tomorrow. That way you can fuck me again in the morning," Bora said, a devilish grin on her lips again.

"Sounds like the perfect way to start the day," you said, crashing to the bed as Bora followed, her tired sweaty body plopping along against yours.

"Do you want to shower?"

"No...I'm too fucking tired. You wore me out me out, Kim Bora."

"I wore you out? You're the one who gave me such a good pounding. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow."

"Good," you said, with a smile as Bora playfully slapped your shoulder.

It turns out you didn't have to have call in, something about electrical problems that caused the whole workplace to shut down for the day. So you fucked Bora in the morning, ordered room service and fucked her again. You spent the whole day in bed, naked, sticky, and covered with each other's fluids. There was no better way to waste an afternoon.

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bimtoes · 5 years ago

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THE SAGA OF MY SEX LIFE

Until I was about 9 or 10 years old, to me, my cock was just an appendage used for urinating. Then we had a teenage male servant at home, who introduced me to the wonder of masturbation and sucking cock. Since then, I think I would have masturbated thousands of times. I did not know the name used for the stroking of the cock but just knew of the pleasure the action gave me.To do this, I have used many kinds of lubricants: Spit, Body lotion, Olive oil, Baby cream, toothpaste, shampoo, even shit during masturbation. However, I prefer the dry act.

At school, I was in the boarding and I am sure, at this age, no other boy in my dorm knew about masturbation. There was no seminal emission but the beautiful tingling sensation when the climax was reached still makes me wonder!!

I had thought that the penis was a cylindrical object and the frenelum really bothered me at a young age. I was under the impression that my cock was deformed and was really upset about this. Years later, I learned what a frenelum was and that normal cocks were like that. What a relief I felt at that time!!

I was afraid that others would know about my secret and I masturbated when in the toilet or at night after lights out. The only problem was my penis became erect very often and I wore no underwear. You see, my father never wore underwear in his life and he could see no reason why I should wear them either. I was afraid that others would see my erection. Later on, I got to know that others cocks too became erect very often due to the onset of puberty. However when they learned about masturbation, the term they used made me wonder what it was all about and I wondered whether it was something else. This was a trying time for me as my cock used to get erect at the drop of a hat and it showed by the bulge in my short pants. I was afraid the tip might come out of the botto of the pants legs!! I HAD to do something about this!! The first remedy was to pull my vest down and pin the front and rear ends together. This was effective to some extent but I wanted something better. I started going down the dorm at night pilfering other boys’ jock straps.

I masturbated in the toilet, on my bed, in boarding and at home during the vacation, later I masturbated in the dark classrooms at night, sneaking into them during study hours, in the terraces overlooking the school ground and wherever it was possible to do so. There was some homosexual activity too in the boarding, but I had no involvement in it. Anyway, I remember sneaking to the bed of a dorm mate, his name was K******* loosening his sarong and masturbating his cock! When the ejaculation came with the semen spewing in his clothing, he woke up and started shouting in annoyance but by that time, I was safely in my bed!!

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I’M BACK!! LET’S START WHERE i LEFT OFF….

By this time, I was so horny and was attracted to women but I did not know of any sexual action further than masturbating. I had heard of the term fucking but did not know of what it was!! I then proceeded to travel in crowded public transport pressing myself against female forms, if possible squeezing their boobs or asses and when I got back home re-lived the experience and got it off by masturbation.That was the furthest I was able to go. I tried sneaking up to houses to get glimpses of women and slog off there but this was too risky. so I gave it up.

During this period I urinated into bottles and hid them behind my bed at night and disposed of them in the morning. One day I forgot to throw the pee away and my mother saw the bottles and she was upset about this abomination of mine. I used to poop into my hand and masturbate with it applied on my cock and balls. I also smeared my entire body from neck downward in shit and washed it off later. That was as low as I coulld get…..

I worked as a volunteer of a social service institute. There was a boy of about 12 years who slept in the same room as I did.On about three separate occasions, taking extreme care not to wake him up, I took his cock in my mouth and twirled the head around with my tongue. Then topped it off my getting back to my bed and masturbating. At this same place, there were some international volunteers and they were talking about some woman being good for 69. I asked them what they meant by 69. They laughed for a long time and said that you had to pump 69 times in a woman to ejaculate. I was that ignorant. I cane to know about what 69 really meant YEARS after that!!

I continued masturbating almost daily, sometimes even two or three times a day!!

My next escapade was when I had a small boy working for me in my house. (Now I was living alone). I had this boy lie down near my bed and stroked his cock. He had no objection to it and I used to do this for some time.

Sometimes I used to go to the vegetable fair, not to buy anything but to squeeze against female asses. I used to put my hand between the legs of women bending to select vegetables from behind whilst brushing against their asses and squeezed their cunts. It was exciting to see their surprised and shocked looks around trying to see who did that!! I almost got caught when I squeezed the cunt of an mature woman in this way but managed to evade apprehension!!

My first experience with a real, live, naked woman was when I was about 24 years old!! We were on the bed naked but I did not know where to put my cock. I did not know how to put it into her vagina or where exactly a cunt was me either!!. We just lay naked together and I was stroking and touching her only hink she would have had a laugh talking about this with her friends!! sometimes I met her on the road home in the evenings and pulled her to the roadside but for the life of me could not find her cunt!!

I wanted to fuck so badly that I got a servant to somehow get me a broad. One day, a renowned prostitute (T*******) and her understudy came along the road passing my house and from the way they were behaving, it appeared that they wanted to come in. I got them in and that was the first time I had sex with a woman. Wow!!

There were other women who came to my house like R*****, M****S******, Y******** and others . I loved to fuck Y******** and R***** was a sweet one whom I fondled and loved to cuddle. We never fucked. This I regret to this day.

There were other women in my life, some casual fuck affairs I don’t even know their names!!

Sometime later I had N********* an elderly woman who was also cock crazy. She came to my house almost every night and went off to work in the mornings. There was another dame T********** who also wanted to fuck but we never got the chance to work it out. She used to rub her ass against my front when I was going past her and also she used to send me love poems!!

At the same time, there was another young sexy girl at this same place, P******V**** who was in love with me. Her mother used to send her to my house in the hope that I would get her pregnant and then they could compel me to marry her. But this girl never removed her panties.She took off all her clothing but not the panties. She had superb juicy lips and a beautiful bosom and lovely fat ass. She used to laugh commenting about my somewhat flat buttocks. I was never able to fuck her. Some times when she was asleep, I removed her panties but she almost immediately woke up. Sometimes I would put my thumb on her lips and she sucked on it. I would immediately replace this with my cock which she sucked for some time and then realizing what it was, pushed me away!! I miss her. She was really broken when I had to move on.

There was another girl who used to come to my house called P**** L***** but it never got sexual!!

I had no women other than S******* at my next posting and the only day I got her into the house there was big trouble which my boss helped to negate at great loss of face to myself. This went to the Police Station too but was covered up.

At my next billet I had a sexual affair with a girl named B*** M*****. She usd to visit some people she knew passing the turn off to the place I lived in. Why I started this was I had heard persons saying she was a good Fuck and I was sex starved myself!!!! I used to hang around the gate of my place when she passed by and somehow she got the idea. I watched until she was returning from her visit to her friend’s place and switched off the garden light. This enabled her to come into the house from a side entrance which I had kept open. When she came inside, on came the light!! She stayed the night with me and we had all sorts of sexual experiments.She left early the next day before dawn.Thishappened for a long time. Some time later, she said she had missed her periods. This was someting I had not bargained for!!With some difficulty we parted….

I fell in love with S****** M********!! I was just crazy about her. She was a girl from the village of E******* and I first saw her on the road leading to the bazaar alongside a tea field. We had organized a New Year festival and she came with some other girls to sing the welcome song to the chief guests. Later I invited the girls to lunch to my abode t in appreciation of their contribution to the above event..She also came there. I had invited a friend of mine to lunch too. It was only later after some time that I got to know that my friend had earlier deflowered the girl I was in love with.

I used to meet her at the next town and we talked. We also used to write to each other. I was so crazy about her, that I didn’t realize that she was not compatible to my family or professional life!! After some time I was posted to a place over 100km from her on a promotion to K*************a. We continued correspondence. Even SM’s younger sister used to write to me.

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Within a short time, I was promoted again to a place off R——–a. This meant I had a four wheel vehicle too!! An Isuzu Trooper!!

I had continued my correspondence with SM and we soon made arrangements to meet again. She suggested C*****o and I agreed to meet her near the C*R station at F**t. By this time, she was working somewhere at M********a.

I cannot remember when I updated this story last but this is all I was able to recover. Will continue on from here….19072018

Continuing from there..finally on…09082018…….. at the arrranged date and time I came to C*****o and when passing by the station, there she was waiting….. It would be impossible to meet like that in the present day but this was 28 yeaars ago and the crowds and traffic waere not like this!! She got into teh vehicle and we went along the Galle Road, and turned off into a side road where we talked for some time. We parted with her promising to come to R*******a to stay over with me. Sure enough in January the next year, 13th or 14th 1991, I went down to the R*******a bus stand and as before, there she was..……She came t my residence and whe she got down from it she was stunned seeing A******m my Cook wh knew her from the E******a days. ANyway, she had no choice but to get down. She was assured that this man would not talk about her to anyone. This was the first time I had sex with her!! e to see me on about three occassions when I was here.

Once when I had gone out for the week-end with a friend and his family and I was coming back I had an urgent feeling this girl had come to my place and I was in a hurry to get back. Sure enough, when I got there, She was there in all her beauty. she had hidden herself to surprise me and when I saw her, I ws so filled with desire, I could not bear it!! We had an exciting time that week.

In the mean time, there was another girl called I*****i whom I just said I wanted to meet her, in passing and that afternoon, she turned up at my residence. She aplogised profusely for coming and I replied that it was I who invited her!! Boy!! Wasn’t she great!! She was crazy about fucking and she had the juiciest cunt with lovely long labia!!!! Unfortunately, I was able to enjoy her for only about three months off and on before I went on my way!!

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While on the move,a thing happenned which I thought was prophetical. I had no contact at all with SM for some time and I thought tht it was all over. I had got transfer orders to another billet and my personal stuff had already been sent on their way ahead. As II got my vehicle onto the road there was a bus coming along it and the driver put his hand out signalling me to stop. WOW!! who should come tumbling oout of the bus other than SM!!

My vehicle was full with certain stuff and there was just enough room in the back for her to get in.

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So in she got and we went to the regional office where I had to pick up another vehicle as I had to return the one I was using. My driver got into that vehicle and I drove to K*********a with SM by my side.

I was wondering if it was destiny for me as I spent my first night on this property with her and we had sex that night enjoying every second of it!!

After a couple of days, she left.

I continued with my usual practice of masturbating at any available time.

Dec 4th, 2018

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occhiolismatic · 6 years ago

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Hi! Can I ask for the second part of the Starker!AU with Peter being fucked by his sexy teacher while people is still around? Thank youuu ❤️ Love your work ❤️

This does continue from my last Teacher/Student starker ;) so anyone reading this should check that out too

Horny and at loss for words, Peter didn’t know what to say,not with Mr. Stark standing there commenting on the bulge between his legs.Despite Mr. Stark’s obvious attention, an entity the boy didn’t know he craved,Peter wanted it to stop. Right then, right there. The smug facial expressionwritten across the older man’s face was too much, chiseled and set; Petercouldn’t handle it. Opting to snatch a physics textbook off the nearest table,the boy’s next move was to cover, to shield the erection in his pants, hisfrail, little hands not good enough to successfully do the job for him, and Mr.Stark just watched, pursing his fine lips just right.

And as if the heat draining to the area surrounding histhighs wasn’t enough, Peter felt as though his cheeks were on fire, faceflushed, flaming with a feverish tendency unlike no other. His pale skin nowthe color of crimson, it definitely didn’t come off as healthy-looking, noteven to Mr. Stark with a PHD under his belt, shamefaced and embarrassed forPeter, empathetic in nature.

“I’m- I just,” Peter stammered, forcing down the rock-hardfeeling gathering in his throat. Mr. Stark only raised his eyebrows, neatlyfolding his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

“Youu?” Mr. Stark followed with a sweet, lethargic hum,stretching his neck in a mocking way, certainly entertained by the predicamentbefore him.

Peter’s shoulders slouched at the teasing. His affectiongrowing stronger by the second, humiliation both sickening and debilitating, Peteralso came to find it attractive, probable cause being the roll of Mr. Stark’sgravelly voice.

“Uh..mm.. I have to go.” Peter forged a fake chuckle, “Idon’t wanna to miss the bus, plus I got a lot of homework to do.. some catchingup for math..”

Mr. Stark slowly perused, leaning forwards and then backagain, “Wouldn’t want to be late for the bus you don’t ride? Right, Mr. Parker?”

Mr. Stark knew the kid well enough to understand he didn’tuse the school’s transportation; rather, the teen walked or took the publictransit, not the crowded, disgusting buses the school deemed inappropriately safefor students. Nails embedding themselves into the hardcover of the textbook,Peter stopped breathing. He then began feeling the weight of a truck pressingdown on his chest, simply at the idea of Mr. Stark actually paying attention tohis schedule, his daily life.

“Y-mm, yeah.” Peter inhaled sharply, eyes searching for hisescape route, a way out of the awkward situation. “Actually, I’m taking the bustoday with my friend, Ned. Going to his house to study for the test next week,and-”

Peter acted as though Mr. Stark didn’t know who Ned was.“Yeah, uh-huh.” Mr. Stark spoke through grinding teeth.

“Yeah,” Peter assured, turning on his heels to walk away,right to the door, the only exit from room 17A. “Yeah, so I’ll just- I’ll seeyou tomorrow.”

Doorknob half-turned in his shaky hand, sweat glisteningover cold, Peter thought he’d be able to walk away, that Mr. Stark wouldn’tstop him from walking out. He was so close, Peter with the door cracked, thehall lights shining into Mr. Stark’s room, glowing onto the tiles, casting ashadow on the floor and around Peter’s sneakers. He thought wrong.

“Mr. Parker,” his teacher called out, unnecessarily loud andoverbearing. He had to get his attention somehow, especially with how hard thehelpless kid had zoned out in his classroom. Feeling light headed and on theverge of fainting, Peter could have sworn his heart skipped, not one, but amyriad of essential beats.

Peter dug around, searching the depths of his throat forsomething, anything to say. “Yes? Mr. Stark?”

“Your textbook.” He trailed after him, dress shoes clackingagainst the floor with each step, each sound inching closer and pushing Peterfurther beyond the edge. “I believe it belongs to me.”

Peter winced. Of course he still had the book, held on witha death-grip, clutching like it was going to save him. “Oh,” he looked downbetween his fingers. “Right.”

Mr. Stark approached, ominous and tall over the poor kid,thick hands reaching out to take the book from him. “I-I’m sorry,” Peterapologized, handing it over in one fell lunge. Mr. Stark, holding onto theopposite edge of the book, looked Peter in his puppy dog eyes up close for thefirst time, head cocked to the side, smirk never ceasing, and Peter stoodblinded, fingers still attached to the knowledge between his hands, attacked,vulnerable. Hues almond and brown, stimuli involuntarily tracking his teacher’severy move, each breath, picking up on his own reflection in the vast valley ofMr. Stark’s intoxicating eyes, he didn’t.even. blink.

“Mr. Parker-” Mr. Stark broke through Peter’s mentalblockade, sounding awfully similar to the situation moments ago.

“Oh! Right.” He let go of the book, tongue darting tonervously lick across his lips. With the door still cracked open, a smudge ofthe outside world sneaking in, Peter didn’t know what to do. Well, he sure ashell knew what he wanted to do, butnot what he should or what would be acceptable to do.

“Are you positive you’d like to study with Ned? With good grades,I’m sure he’s a great friend of yours, quiet in class, just like you.” Peter could have sworn he blinked five times overthe slowness of Mr. Stark’s statements, sticking himself right to the wordsabout himself. “However, if you’d like,” Mr. Stark craned his voice an octavelower, perhaps purposely leaning a bit further over Peter. “I’d love to helpyou study.”

Peter backed into the wall, closing the door in the process.He swallowed, and as much as he’d like to act as if he weren’t turned on, he couldn’t,not with all the signs showing: the sweat dampening his hair, the shakiness inhis voice, the inability to wrap his head around words, little dick begging foradditional treatment.

Mr. Stark leaned, a palm flat above his student’s head, facejust inches from Peter’s with his beautiful, wandering eyes and jaw hangingslack. “Speak now or forever hold your peace,” he chimed in a whisper,radiating nothing but cockiness. He knew what he was doing to the kid, andPeter knew he knew.

It was wrong, but with Mr. Stark standing right there, soclose, lips the tiniest gap apart, no one had to know. No one had to know abouthow Peter dug his hands into his own teacher’s shirt, pulling at the Italianlinen, wrinkling the once-ironed fabric into a fist. No one had to know how thekid yanked his teacher, his mentor forward, pressing his baby soft lips intothe other’s, or how he closed his eyes, clenched out of fear because he knewmore than anything how wrong it was… but it felt so good. He wanted it.

He half expected Mr. Stark to push him away, pry the kid’smouth from his and send him from the classroom, heartbroken, body untouched. Ifanything, that’s what Mr. Stark should’ve done, he should’ve kicked Peter out,gone to administration about the contact, filed a report. He didn’t.

Slamming his student against the door, free hand flying toPeter’s left hip, Mr. Stark wanted it just as much as Peter did. He hadwatched, he had waited. He knew about Peter’s fantasies, stared from across theroom equally as much, and with his mouth pushing back on Peter’s, he wasbreaking so many rules. Shocked, Peter clamped his eyes down harder, completelytaken aback by the force of Mr. Stark’s strong hands, and it took a second forhim to process this was happening, that Mr. Stark was kissing him, and once thesin clicked, Peter couldn’t stop. Pleading for more with a baby whine, Mr.Stark understood, and without hesitation his tongue was sliding past Peter’spink lips, colliding with Peter’s own, exploring the wet heat of his mouth,grazing every crevasse, sliding across teeth, and Peter pushed back, tighteninghis grip on Mr. Stark’s collar as a breathless moan crawled up his throat.

Really, Peter had forgotten to breathe, but lucky for himMr. Stark was breaking away, releasing Peter’s mouth to nuzzle his face intothe crook of the boy’s neck where he proceeded to suckle on sweet patches ofskin, darkening them with bruises and roughly marking his student all over.That’s when Peter gasped, arching his back away from the door, right into Mr.Stark’s chest with a heave, and the man forced him back down, rammed himagainst the flat surface of the wall, only to release another brief whimperpreviously lost in the boy’s lungs.

“Mr. Stark-” he whispered, not because he didn’t know whatto say, but because he simply couldn’t speak, at least not with the sensationof the other male swirling a warm tongue across his throat. In a moment Mr.Stark had the kid lifted, fixed against the door with his hands holding the boyup, and Peter responded the only way he wanted to – by wrapping his legs aroundhis teacher’s torso, leaning down to roughly kiss him, hands tangled around hisneck as he panted into the other’s mouth, dick imprint brushing the man’s chest.

“Mr. Stark-” he repeated in between breaths, and Mr. Starkhummed in affirmation. Unsure if manners still mattered, if please and thankyou were necessary, Peter choked, “I want you to fuck me. Please, sir.”

The last hitched word fueling the pain beneath his slacks,Mr. Stark chucked lowly, “Sitting in the back of my classroom, never getting a word out of you, Ithought you’d never ask.”

Dropping his student to the ground, the boy’s sneakersscuffing the polished floor, Peter turned away from Mr. Stark’s body, alreadyundoing his pants, letting them fall to his knees while the older of the twosimply lowered the zipper above his erection, pulling a throbbing cock frombeneath the fabric, to begin admiring how nice, how pretty, Peter was frombehind.

The kid dragged himself down, backing up into Mr. Stark, alreadysoaked between the legs, loose and ready. He didn’t want stretching. He onlywanted Mr. Stark’s cock buried in his ass, the perfect study session. He wanted Mr. Stark to be his teacher that also spits in his mouth. “Please,sir-” He wasn’t loose enough.

He wailed a high-pitched groan, disgruntled and pained asMr. Stark pressed into his body, forcing the strained kid to buck forward witheach inch penetrating his hole, but Peter wanted it. He wanted the pain, thepleasure, he wanted Mr. Stark.

“No more distractions in my class, right Mr. Parker? Because now you’re getting what you wanted, agood fucking?” He swayed towards Peter’s ear.

Was Peter supposed to lie? He winced but reached behind himto prevent his teacher from pulling out. Sensing the hesitation in his answer,Mr. Stark grabbed ahold of the boy’s wrists, keeping them together on the smallof the kid’s back, “Answer me, boy.”

“Y-yes-” Peter sighed, mouth easily forming an O shape.

“Yes?” Mr. Stark sinisterly twisted Peter’s wrists.

“Yes..” a grimace, “ Yessir-” Peter corrected, slurred,shirt falling with gravity to display endless miles of porcelain skin.

Kissing the boy’s ear, he smiled hotly, “Good boy.”

Peter really only adjusted to taking Mr. Stark to the hiltwhen all hell broke loose. Between the sounds of skin slapping skin andinnocent, angelic whimpers mixed with raspy, low, teething groans, came thesound of a knock on wood – someone wason the other side of the door. Panicking, Peter angled his face to stare Mr.Stark in the eye with reddened cheeks, patiently awaiting the adult’s next move,yet when he didn’t stop, when the thrusts into Peter’s contracting body keptcoming, the worry in Peter’s bloodstream boiled over.

“Answer it,” Mr. Stark demanded.

Dizzy, Peter didn’t believe him, and Mr. Stark didn’tappreciate that: “Don’t make me repeat myself, I guarantee you won’t like it.” Gulping,Peter had to listen. He had to obey, he needed to be a god boy, a good studentfor his teacher. “No one likes a disrespectful student, Peter. So be a good little darling and answer the kind person atthe door.”

Steadying himself by gripping onto the door frame, Peter straightenedhis back a little and inhaled, taking a deep breath, before slowly opening thedoor, peeking his head around just enough to see who was on the other side. It wasa man, a teacher whom of which Peter knew all too well. It was Mr. Rogers, thehistory teacher, come to see and talk to Mr. Stark.

“Uhh- Hey Peter, is Mr. Stark there? Needa have a word withhim.”

“Mr. Rogers-” Peter found it hard to formulate words. “Hey!”

Mr. Stark held onto the kid’s hips, hungrily gazing at thedimples planted on his lower back, ultimately putting in the work to pound intothe boy, sloppily and wet, so that Peter’s body didn’t move too much. Afterall, he couldn’t get caught fucking his student. He thumbed circles over Peter’spelvic bones, closing the space above the other’s back by leaning forward,resting carefree over the curve of the boy’s ass, massaging and grabbing at anyskin he got the chance.

“So is that a no?”

“Oh!” Peter nearly screeched, internally crying over thehefty cock bumping into his prostate. “Mr. Stark’s busy in the back lab rightnow,” he paused to catch his breath, “Can you come back later?”

Rubbing his chin, the other teacher looked to his wristwatch,checking the time. “Mmm, not sure, kid. I really gotta speak with him now.” Heeyed Peter, “Hey, are you alright? You look a little.. distraught.”

As if on cue Mr. Stark began picking up the pace, ramminginto the iconic, sensitive bundle of nerves packed away in Peter’s body, makingPeter sob and push further into the doorway.

“Y-yeah! I’m- I- I’m fine.” Eyes beginning to roll, hopingit would prevent him from slipping into a heap of moans, Peter attempted to focuson the pattern of the man’s shirt. “I’m good- I’m so good-”

“Are you sure? You seem pained.”

“Yes!” Peter squinted. “I uhh… I got hurt! Yeah-”

Stepping forward as if to enter, Peter’s eyes widened, “No!You can’t come in-” Peter could hear and feel Mr. Stark’s breathing in his ear.

Mr. Rogers scratched the back of his head, “You’re hurt,Peter, I can help you.”

“Nonono-” Peter exhaled loudly, feeling Mr. Stark reacharound to pump his little cocklet. “Mr. Stark’s actually getting the first aidkit right- right now.”

“In the lab? I can take you to the clinic if you-”

“No!” Peter whined, “I’m- I’m so good-” It feels so good. “It’s in the clinic- Mr. Stark- I mean- It’s… It’sin the lab.. the kit… Mr. Stark’s getting it.. that’s why he’s gone-”

Mr. Stark’s colleague obviously wasn’t being fooled. Witheyebrows drawn and face tainted with confusion, things just weren’t adding up, “WellI’ll just come in and wait for him then-”

Squeezing and spreading the boy’s legs, Peter knew Mr. Stark wasclose, edging, slipping in and out of Peter’s abused hole, and Peter himselfwas dying for his release, spilling precum onto his teacher’s fast hand.

“Uuuah- actually, here he comes now, I’ll tell him you neededhim-” he gasped, thankful the door hadn’t given out on his bodyweight yet. Mr.Stark grinded down on him, sucking the area just below his neck, giant fingersscratching the boy’s soft sides while he practically held the kid off theground by raised hips. If the older man hadn’t been holding onto Peter hard enoughto leave indents, the poor kid might’ve fallen to the floor. “I-I gotta go-”And with that he slammed the door shut, right in his history teacher’s face.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #peter x tony #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #mmmm this is shitty but they are not #I hope this was good enough to satisfy someone

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FYD Series

by Victor Ubanos Solano

Inspired by Under The Banyan Tree of R.K. Narayan’s short fiction A Career

Once I was a cook in a Chinese restaurant in Sta. Cruz Manila, until the end of the red regime in 1986. My everyday life was immersed in my deep relationship with vegetables, meat of all sorts, fish, and spices. I have dedicated my time cooking savory dishes that would make our customers satisfied. This ordinary routine came to an end when the news about political chaos was announced over radios and tv, triggering a civil conflict and turning the moments of the day into a vacuum of silence. I admit I have no interest in political matters, but my way of gathering information is peculiar and I think it's canny. I would like to believe that hearsay is of a different value. I would tell this seriously with the other chefs in the kitchen then leave them pondering with a grin.

A week passed, when I came home from work, I told my wife about my resignation and my decision to venture to another source of living. My wife did not express any refute to my decision nor she pressed any responses of the effect of that in the family. “Life will go on, I have saved a little money for us to survive,” I said firmly.

A year after my imminent early retirement, and on a favorable fortune, I was able to establish a humble car repair shop along with the boulevard extension in Pasay, hung up on a large board with the inscription The One Stop Repair Shop. - The roadside became a parking lot for my clientele. As the days passed and work kept me busy, the jeepney drivers became my friends, and my suppliers of equipment welcomed me warmly. This business friendship eventually made my machine tools get plenty of different sorts as repair issues came in variety from simple tire repairs, welding loose shocks, and suspension, and building sidecars for motorcycles converted into a trike.

One day a young fellow presented himself at my shop. He looked about twenty, fair and bright. He wore faded blue jeans, a white shirt, and a green scarf on his neck. “What can I do for you?” I asked, taking him as a young customer that might ask for a service repair. If I am not much into details I wouldn’t notice the purple prayer beads when he brought his palm together as if in prayer and said, “Please help me, sir. I will do any work you may give me for any kindness you may render in return.” There is something of a magnet in his persona that made me quickly decide. I thought anyway that it is opportune to hire an assistant in the shop. “I am a law-abiding citizen, sir, and susceptible to moral influences,” I spoke to him for about an hour. He said that he belonged to a family of wealthy landowners in Sorsogon, his mother died of multiple organ failure because of diabetes, his father took a mistress and he was ill-treated by his relatives and consequently ran away from home. A poignant story indeed, initially I felt. I directed him to my house which was only two blocks away from the main road and gave him a note of instruction for my wife to be handed, and when I went home in the evening I found that he had already made himself a great favorite there. His life story has deeply moved my wife and the children. “So young!” She whispered to me, “Without a father or a mother, it will be so difficult to deal with life this early!” She sighed. He had made himself lovable already.

The other skill of Emil was his brilliance in history and literature. It was never a fail to him to remember all, he would tell stories to my children at night of epic heroes of mythology to urban legends of aswang, tikbalang, tiyanak, and folk tales of other regions; Amazingly, if someone would ask 'where these stories he learned from' he would answer, “I have read a wide array of books from public libraries, I have some books collected but unfortunately destroyed by a typhoon that devastated the provinces of the south.” The children had already developed a male-nanny relationship at an instant, “Let Emil stay in our house, he is great, he can attend to children, and tell them more stories and help them do their school works.” My wife looked at me with a smile of approval.

Emil offered himself to help in the kitchen and it was a random attempt. “Why won't you allow me to help in the kitchen? Is it because you think I can't cook? Give me a chance and see.” He said with audacity. I protested at first as I doubted his capability for the task. He dashed into the kitchen and prepared delicious food for us. We were all very pleased. After that I allowed him to freely work on the stove, and as well it did not require much time to train him on the simple chores in the shop. In a matter of a week, he already learned how to dismount truck tires, and the iron treatment of the rubber interior was superbly clean and customer service was at par to gain my client's trust. After a month my confidence had turned, no doubt entrusting the management of every service request. He had many attractive ways about him, our clients liked to talk to him, he helped everyone to the best of his capacity.

The result of Emil's presence in the shop was a real convenience, and the sales increased nearly tenfold. I had plenty of rest now. “Beautiful!” I told myself. I left the shop entirely in his care, there are many instances where my wife and I talked about giving him deserved compensation for the undoubted effort, we felt we ought not to exploit his kindness but when the subject was pressed his eyes turned glassy and said, “If you don't want me to stay anymore just tell me straight and I'll leave.”

Five years and a half passed. He lived with us through all our joys and sorrows, the business had prospered enormously. We were living in a bigger house in the same place. I had immense work orders from clients of all sorts of machines and automobile repairs. This business gave me large profits. It kept me running to look for other suppliers who would be able to provide large quantities of auto parts and other metal supplies. The shop was entirely in Emil’s hand. - At a near-distant district in Manila, I used to stop in a shop supplies store in Recto, bidding a price canvass for the next month supplies of the shop in which have kept me busy the whole day till the late afternoon. When I went home at eight o’clock, Emil was at the doorstep of the house all prepped with a bulging knapsack on his shoulders red-eyed and sobbing, Emil said, “My father, father, stroke. Never thought he would get it!” I consoled him. I had never seen him so broken, “He will survive, don’t worry,” I said shakily. And maybe because of the surprising news, I had hardly to ask about the shop – “I have handed the keys and the cash payments to Mother.” – “All right, all right,” I will look at all that, “don’t worry anymore,” I said. Immediately, I arranged a means of transport for him and instructed the taxi driver to take him safely to Pantranco bus station. The car jolted forward and he put his head out of the window and said, “I will be back in two weeks if my father gets well, whatever happens, I won’t be away for more than fifteen days. “Topeng has asked me to bring him,” – His voice receded while getting far from where I stood praying in my mind for him a farewell – “A wooden toy car, please tell him that I will surely bring it, my regards to mother,” tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks. He put out his arm and waved goodbye to indicate “I will surely be back soon!”

Having some unfinished Recto business on hand, I could hardly go near the shop for a week. When I reopened, the first thing I noticed was some of the new machine tools I bought for quite a price were missing. I read the account books and examined them. The entries made were all in a mess. I put them away. Having my regular clients informed that the shop has reopened is more imperative. I went out to see the signage and turned on the lights.

The usurer Digoy lived a few blocks from the shop. Called me up that afternoon and said that he needed to reassess something on my account of borrowed money. I am so much sure of the balance that I left unpaid and today is not yet due to make a payment. “I’ll be there, yes I will,” I put back the phone on the hook. The conversation made me think – not so sure but it made me confident to see him. I owed an enormous debt of gratitude to this person for the unlimited credit he allowed me at the start of the life of my business. - After some introductory and inconsequential talk, I put before him the matter of his call. He gave me a grin, He said “What on earth are you being forgetful my friend?” He opened a book that is in disordered pages of a ledger and showed me the line of the outstanding balance that is under my name. The figures showed: Sixty-three thousand nine hundred fifty-three and zero cents. I stooped forward and read it with my lips and frowned “What?” I almost fell out of poise when I tried to resume my posture. “I only owed you the total balance of twenty-three thousand, and made a payment sixteen thousand before its due last week which made my belief of seven thousand as the total balance up to date,” I explained. “Don’t get me wrong my friend, you are a businessman and so am I.” He recited this with full authority, “No use talking indirectly and vaguely, I will tell you what the matter is, your account stands as the figures shown in the record, and if you have paid at least the sum of the amount you mentioned, I should have considered your last statement of seven thousand,” this is the first time in my life I heard him talk to me like that. “But, last week I sent the sum of sixteen thousand to partially pay off the debt – There must be a balance of,” he took his ledger again and showed me no payment was made and there were additional cash loans that added up and made the sum of the outstanding balance to be claimed. “The young fellow said that business was brisk and you would clear the account at once the date that was promised which was supposed to be yesterday – And as I didn't hear any word from you I called up.” I felt my head was shot. “I will see you again,” and went back to my shop. I examined the books once again. The pages showed some collectible amounts from customers I supplied metal and auto parts. The next day I went to collect the payments. Mr. Fajardo looked surprised. “There must be a mistake. We paid the bills completely the other day. Otherwise, Emil would not leave us in peace.” - My wife said, “he was coming early at two in the afternoon, he used to tell me that you were meeting your old comrades and you sent him home early.” And ask him, “how’s the shop?” He replied, ‘The shop is good, good, there is a little slack but good, don’t worry, leave it all to me I will manage.’

Manong Isidro, a peddler of soy milk who used to spend the afternoon in my shop, to help and be paid an extra half-day wage asked me, “Where is the young apprentice you had?” - I told him. “Look here,” the old man said. “Keep this to yourself. You remember they lived next door to us, those people from Ermita?” He made sure that there was no other eavesdropping before he continued, “Your boy was socializing with them a little too much. You know there was a tall, pretty girl with them. Your fellow was taking her out every afternoon in a taxi, those people went back to Ermita a few days ago.” This information led me to inquire more about Emil. I learned that there were a couple of loans of branded shirts, jeans, perfumes, and wristwatches, a pair of jackets that were left unpaid in his name, and left a promissory note under my guarantee. I learned his father is all well and has never been ill. This information came from his near relative who was once employed by one of my suppliers of motorcycle brakes. In tallying these accounts of information, Emil was never known to have visited Sorsogon.

I sold my shop and all things I have achieved through my hard-earned money and effort, paid off all my credits, and left Pasay. I was bankrupt, with a wife and three children to keep up with, living on the charity of friends, relatives, and unknown people. Sometimes nobody would feed us and we threw ourselves at night time in Luneta Park. I know I don’t need to exhaust you of my account of struggles. I must tell you about Emil. I have to add only this coming from my own and not from any hearsay.

Four years later I came across a welding shop owner in Quezon City where they manufacture scrap metal thin plates and made them into an art deco for home wall ornamentation. I looked at the displays which looked like a harem of peafowls all around the shop. But there’s one hanging alone on the wall that caught my curiosity, an iridescent blue, white, purple, and green peacock with its train all spread out. “Beautiful isn't it?” Said the man wearing a red beret “Yes, it is!” - Our conversation started from there and he trusted me swiftly and gave me a fresh start, and I must say thanks to him, and my experience and knowledge in the metal business joined together. All I can say is the event has fallen into unexpected synchronicity.

Now about Emil, A year ago I was walking along Baclaran while enjoying my survey of bargain clothes and toys for children: I had passed a few steps of the sidewalk along with the sampaguita vendors. When a familiar voice echoed resoundingly to my ears from among the group of vagrants lined along the way. I stopped. And there he was, I could hardly recognize him now. I had seen him off ten years before.

Quickly it came to flash the last I could remember his face, waving goodbye and never coming back. His face was now dark, scarred, and dented. His eyes were fixed in gaze. I could not have noticed him if he hadn’t called out for alms. His voice never changed. I stopped and said, “Look here.” He sensed my presence but did not recognize, “I can’t see, I am blind” He said in a raspy voice “Who are you? Where do you come from?” I asked in a voice that I tried to disguise. “Go! go your way. Why do you want to know all that?” He said. I told myself in the name of my family that if I see him again I would tear his flesh and break his bones, but this was not at all I had hoped to meet him again. I felt confused and unhappy. I dropped a coin on his raised palm and passed on. But after moving a few steps I stopped and beckoned another beggar sitting by his side. He came up. I held up another coin before him and said. “You may have this if you tell me something about the blind man” - “I know him,” said this beggar, who had no arms. “We keep together. He has arms but no eyes; I have eyes but no arms and so we find each other helpful. We moved about together. He came here about two years ago; He once had a lot of money in Ermita, Pampanga, or somewhere. Glaucoma took away his sight. His wife, a bad sort, deserted him... But surely you would not tell him I have spoken all this? He becomes wild if those days are mentioned.”

I went back to Emil, stood there before him, and watched him for a moment. I felt like shouting, ‘Emil, what a misfortune you have suffered enough. Now come with me. Where is your sweetheart? Where is my money?’ But I checked on myself that the greatest kindness I could do for him now is to leave him alone. I silently took out a fifty pesos paper bill and placed it on his hands - immediately he kept the money inside a grubby sling bag, he brought his palm together as if in prayer and said gratefully “Salamat po!” I had already moved a few steps when I heard him say, “Patawad po” as his way of asking for mercy and alms. I stopped. I did not turn my head to have another look at him. I smiled and went ahead because there is no other way now but to move forward.

END

Note to the reader: this short story is one of the author’s early attempts in writing a plot construction, design, form, elements, and application of literary devices..

GLOSSARY

*salamat - a word of expression for being grateful.

*patawad - an expression asking forgiveness.

*po - an indication of respect when speaking to elders or someone who is in authority.

*aswang - is a shapeshifting monster usually possessing a combination of the traits of either a vampire, a ghoul, a warlock/witch, or different species of werebeast in Filipino folklore or even all of them together.

*tikbalang - is a creature of Philippines folklore said to lurk in the mountains. It is a tall, bony humanoid creature with the head and hooves of a horse and disproportionately long limbs.

*tiyanak - is a vampiric creature in Philippines mythology that takes on the form of a toddler or baby.

*manong - manang (feminine) a hierarchical marker, it is used to refer to any male/female who is older than the speaker within his or her family but it could also be used for men outside the family to convey respect.

*sampaguita - National flower of Philippines

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WHITE LIGHT

Films and videos by members of The Golden Pixel Cooperative Presented by Katharina Swoboda and Lisa Truttmann

The Golden Pixel Cooperative @ FLUCA July 26, 2019, 9 pm FLUCA – Austrian Cultural Pavilion Hosted by Boris Kostadinov

White Light is made of all colors. As part of the FLUCA 2019 program, the Vienna based “Golden Pixel Cooperative” presents video works by their members. The compilation of film and video works is based on visual associations and understands moving images as a space for artistic self-empowerment. The range of performative and documentary modes of work shows the appropriation of urban and museum spaces as well as landscapes, establishes relationships via visual axes and gestures, and generates new modes of perception through the processing of found material.

6500 (Lisa Truttmann, 2015, 08:43 min.) Rerouting (Luiza Margan, 2016, 07:00 min.) Was ausgestellt wird (Nathalie Koger, 2012, 06:15 min.) The Pool (Marlies Pöschl, 2014, 04:20 min.) Double 8 (Christiana Perschon, 2016, 03:00 min.) the still walker (Miae Son, 2015, 05:08 min.) Untitled (Flying Trees) (Katharina Swoboda, 2013, 03:00 min.) -5°C 40% rF (Simona Obholzer, 2016, 07:22 min.) W O W (Kodak) (Viktoria Schmid, 2018, 02:35 min.) distortion (Lydia Nsiah, 2016, 04:40 min.) die_anderen_bilder (Iris Blauensteiner, 2018, 17:00 min.)

Compiled by Christiana Perschon

6500 Lisa Truttmann, US/AT, 2015 HD Video, 08:43 min. www.lisatruttmann.at

Filmed in Val Verde, California inspiration, support: Behrouz Rae quotes from Ludwig Wittgensteins "Remarks on Colour"

The color temperature of different light sources is measured in Kelvin. 6500 Kelvin corresponds to the value of overcast daylight and is used as a standard for the neutral registration of white surfaces. Unconsciously the human eye adapts to different light conditions, while cameras need adjustment through white balance. 6500 is a video essay on the relativity of words, questioning the application of absolute values in an argument, visualized through a play on colors, their spaces, and their highly subjective perception. Quotes from Ludwig Wittgenstein’s “Remarks on Colour” emphasize this rhythmic flickering and slightly absurd conversation between colour and language.

Rerouting Luiza Margan, AT, 2016 HD Video, 07:00 min. www.luizamargan.net

Camera, sound, editing: Luiza margan Sound, image post production: Miha presker Concept: Luiza Margan with Maya santiago

La Ruta de la Amistad (eng. The Route of Friendship) is a public space project developed along 17km of Mexico City’s southern highway with 22 large scale sculptures made by 22 artists invited from all around the world. The concrete sculptures were completed in 1968 as part of a cultural project in conjunction with the Olympic Games. In the aftermath of the student’s protests of 1968 in Mexico and the student massacre around the time of the Olympics, this sculptural project was veiled in silence and eventually swallowed by expanding urban development, rendering these works almost invisible. The video work (2015-16) by Luiza Margan was developed together with Maya Santiago (MEX) and plays with ways of reinterpreting and appropriating public space, facing failed utopias of modernity and threats of historical amnesia in the rapidly developing city.

Was ausgestellt wird Nathalie Koger, AT, 2012 16mm Transfer, 06:15 min. www.nathaliekoger.net

Circus Artist: Annabel Carberry Light: Mathias Windelberg and Nick Prokesch Camera: Christoph Kolar With kind support of Academy of Fine Arts Vienna, filmkoop Vienna

“Was ausgestellt wird” (What is exhibited) is shot at the Gustinus Ambrosi Museum in Vienna in 2010, for which Koger developed a choreography for the protagonist, a hula hoop dancer. Exploring the exhibition room and Ambrosi’s ambiguous past, the result was a performance that both describes and charts space, setting out to reorder the exhibition room and museum rhetorics. Focusing on this situation, Koger intervenes in the representation of rigid role models, positioning, as a contrast, the dancing body of a spectator that is completely out of keeping with the usual behaviour of museum visitors. In this way, the artist adds a new narrative layer to the history of the museum, one that tells of appropriation and empowerment. (Text: Miriam Kathrein)

The Pool Marlies Pöschl, 2014 HD Video, 04:20 min. www.marliespoeschl.net

Director, concept, editing: Marlies Poeschl Camera: Behdad Avand Amini and Marlies Poeschl Assistant director: Farnaz Jourabchian Translation: Anita Amiri Cast: Anna, Farnam, Sonix

Three women inside an empty pool. Their minimalistic movement oscillates between meditation and resistance – they are training in their fight with an invisible adversary. Who are those women? What holds them together? Who or what is their adversary? Who is their friend?

Double 8 Christiana Perschon, AT, 2016 16mm Transfer, 03:00 min. www.christiana.perschon.at

Kamera: Linda Christanell und Christiana Perschon Hand-processing 16mm Film: Christiana Perschon Scan: Stefanie Zingl,Supported by BKA - Innovative Film Austria, Akademie der Bildenden Künste Wien, Österreichisches Filmmuseum, Ludwig Boltzmann Institut für Geschichte und Gesellschaft, filmkoop Wien Distributed by Light Cone, Paris & CFMDC

Double 8 is an encounter with Linda Christanell, artist of the feminist avant-garde of the 1970s. In a decade of departure - following the male-occupied social criticism of Viennese Actionism - artists like her are questioning the social power and gender relations and claiming their place in the art business and the history of art. In Double 8 the need for interchange with the history of film and its makers becomes tangible: as mutual viewing and being viewed. Two handheld cameras, two spools of double-8 film, four frames: two artists from different generations encounter one another by pointing the camera at each other.

The still walker Miae Son, AT, 2015 HD Video, 05:08 min. www.miaeson.com

I’ve been living in Vienna since 2012. Since then I observe the city and my immediate living space. Vienna is a compact city unlike Bremen, my former college town, as well as my home town Seoul. That fascinated me.Through out this years public transport has become vehicle for my observation. The video has documented the manufacturing process of the installations, however, this is not a documentary. The video establishes the connection between the two installations. It also shows the archives of my fascination. In the production, while the analog film mechanism is played over the time, the performer’s body plays a central role.

Untitled (Flying Trees) Katharina Swoboda, 2013 HD Video, 03:00 min. www.katharinaswoboda.net

Camera: Carlo Clopath

The work is about the transportation of felled trees by helicopters in Graubunden, Switzerland. The video shows only a part of the sky, which is repeatedly traversed by a helicopter with a tree. This way of carrying trees is not uncommon in the mountains, but very expensive and therefore rarely applied.

-5°C 40% rF Simona Obholzer, AT, 2016 HD Video, 07:22 min. www.simonaobholzer.net

Kamera: Michael Schindegger Supported by: Land Tirol Kultur, bmwmf

Snow flurries that swallow all of the sounds, and also the colors. Rather than a romantic, idyllic scene of winter, a silent, powerful drift of pixels, disorientation, white noise – uncanny, apocalyptic, ecstatic, until the view clears, the image opens to a long shot; disenchanting – the natural phenomenon in the age of its mechanical (re-)production.,(Michelle Koch, Diagonale Katalog 2017)

W O W (Kodak) Viktoria Schmid, AT, 2018 HD Video, 02:35 min. www.viktoriaschmid.com

“Five… four… three… two… one,” chants an older man into the microphone. He replaces the obligatory unspoken “zero” of the countdown with a dynamic backward twist of his upper body. The point of his finger, which twists backward with him, provokes a change in the shot to reveal the view of a bulging baroque dust cloud being sucked inside a building by a nearly unstoppable force, from which, in a din, an imposing structure in its entire, undamaged splendor emerges. This process occurs five times altogether from various perspectives and distances. One seems reminded of the legendary explosion at the end of Michelangelo Antonioni´s Zabriskie Point, but with a decisive difference: Viktoria Schmid re-demolishes. Her working material comprises private recordings from viewers who witnessed the demolition of the building parts of the Eastman Kodak company complex in Rochester and published their self-filmed documentary clips onto YouTube. Many of them had worked in the factory, which makes them witnesses to the destruction of their former workplace. Viktoria Schmid compiled the clips and played them backwards. In the regenerative movement, the implosion turns into an act of constituting. And thus, the reducing to rubbles of the building parts becomes a spectacular reconstruction, accompanied by the amazed shouts of the audience (“WOW” is the palindrome of the moment!). In this way, using digital means, a party-like tribute is paid to the glorious resurrection of the factory for color-sensitive analogue film. (Melanie Letschnig)

distortion Lydia Nsiah, AT, 2016 HD Video, 4:3, 04:40 min. www.lydiansiah.net

Director & Editor: Lydia Nsiah Camera: Found Footage Sound: Billy Roisz Supported by bundeskanzleramt österreich & wienkultur Distributed by: sixpackfilm & Lydia Nsiah

Interference signals on all tracks: booming, choppy sound. The image disintegrates into digital blocks, into patterns and grids; flickers and vibrates. Flashing in between is a figure, a landscape, and a face. An uncanny rush of image and sound that probes the aesthetic potential of digitally deformed film. The concrete disintegrates into the abstract — distorted film in its most beautiful form. (Text: Michelle Koch)

Die_anderen_bilder Iris Blauensteiner, AT/GER/FR, 2018 HD Video, 17:00 min. www.irisblauensteiner.com

Concept, Realization, Production: Iris Blauensteiner / Music, Sound Design, Sound Mixer: Rojin Sharafi / Voice-Over, Actress: Judith Mauthe / Technical Consultant: Matthias Writze / Script Consultant: Irmgard Fuchs / Research: Flora Löffelmann / Re-recording Mixer: Rudolf Pototschnig / English Version: Wortschatzproduktion, Stefania Schenk Vitale / Supported by: ORFIII, Austrian Federal Chancellery Arts and Culture, Academy of Fine Arts Vienna, ARTE Creative / Realized as part of the program „Pixel, Bytes & Film“

A hard drive, 2.8 terabyte leftover data from a project that was shot 10 years ago. In 2008, the author and filmmaker Iris Blauensteiner made her first short movie. Now she sifts through this waste material: outtake scenes, photographs, sound files, e-mails, script passages, discarded ideas. This data was archived and well stored, but time has taken its toll. Old data formats cannot be played anymore because they are no longer compatible with current players. The multitude of read errors and image distortions disallow a comfortable recollection of the past, the pictures and sounds are not what they used to be. Ghostly, eerily magical scenes arise from the digital waste material and read errors, they reach into the visible and audible spectrum. Memories are recycled. They require a different cinematic experience, a new narrative, a different film. „the_other_images“ is an experimental documentary short film. It raises the question how memory and remembering is possible when all the digital storages fail or cannot be accessed, postulating a possible answer in form of recycling and reutilizing the digital archive.

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