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Felicity and the Boys Pt. 03

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Megan has fun with the boys

Mike arrived at Phantasies Inc at 10:30 am. The store was run out of Megan’s home. As he rang the doorbell, he felt a stirring in his pants. He was going to pick out a costume for Felicity. So many costumes came to mind.

He snapped out of his reverie when the door opened. If there had been a stirring in his pants at the thought of picking out something for Felicity, after one look at Megan, he had a raging hard on.

Megan had been waiting for this all morning. She had gone thru her closet multiple times till she found something she thought would do the trip. One look at Mike’s face confirmed she had hit a home run.

Megan was wearing a light blue blouse which was tied in a knot about 3 inches above her belly. Underneath the blouse was a white tube top that was better suited on smaller chested women. On her it looked obscene. There was a battle between the fabric and her breasts, and right now the fabric was winning in keeping her large tits constrained. She knew she would never be able to wear the tube top again, the fabric would be too stretched out. The tube top was transparent and her nipple piercings were visible although Mike couldn’t tell given the blouse.

Moving below the blouse, was a piercing in her belly button, a small hear shaked pendant attached to a chain that was swaying freely. A few inches below the belly button was a short frilly skirt. The skirt was white and fully see thru. It was something a stripper would wear at a club. No one else could wear this anywhere else. The skirt sat on the widest portion of her hips. One tug and it would come right down. It barely covered what she felt was the best part of her body – a full and curvy butt. When she bent over you could directly see her love hole. She had chosen black panties to really pop with the white skirt. The panties were crotchless, and nestled between them adorning her clit was a lovely pendant. She completed the outfit with 3 inch pointed heels, which on her 5′ 7″ frame put her closer in height to Mike’s 6′ 1″.

I chose well, she mused. God Felicity is so lucky. He is a puppy. So young, so virile, so tameable.

Mike was in total shock. While Felicity was stunning, she still didn’t come across as an object of pure and unadulterated lust. Megan was just that, even more of a MILF and he could only envision suckling on those large breasts.

As she led him in, she exaggerated the sway of her hips, causing the skirt to flare and reveal her black panties, putting herself even more on display.

“Most of my clients are older men picking out outfits for younger women. I will need to ask you a few questions about your girlfriend to get started,” she remarked.

Across town, Felicity sat in her chair at work, rubbing her clit and squeezing her breasts. The fucking from Mike and Samir had released the inner slut in her. She needed it bad. As per Megan’s plan she had not communicated with them for 2 weeks and when she saw them they left with her panties but she got nothing. There were 2 more weeks for the costume party. Finally feeling extremely horny, she had called Megan today and pleaded to spend time with Samir knowing Mike would be at Phantasies for a few hours. Reluctantly, Megan agreed but made it clear, Felicity could tease Samir but absolutely no sex.

At Phantasies, gaziantep escort Mike had taken a seat at the chair by a desk. He had thought Megan would sit on the chair across the desk. Instead, once he had settled in, she came and stood right by him, resting her butt against the desk and stretching her legs out ever so slightly.

When Mike looked at her, his line of sight to her face went across her large breasts. Trying to avoid giving the impression he was staring at her tits, he lowered his glance but then found himself staring at her belly button and the dangling piercing. Trying to avoid staring at her naked belly he lowered his gaze only to now appear to be focusing on her crotch. He finally gave up, opting to alternate across the 3 zones. Megan had crossed her legs in the meantime, exposing even more flesh, all of this within 6-8 inches of him.

If the visual stimulation wasn’t enough, Mike could smell her perfume and that was making him even more horny. Megan was relishing the effect she was having on him, and trying to act nonchalant, started asking her questions to help Mike in picking out an outfit.

“How old is she?”

“Must be 35 or so in my estimation,” said Mike.

“Mmm an older girlfriend, nice! How does she look?”

“About 5′ 8″, slim build, brown hair, really beautiful,” was Mike’s response.

“Wow you are lucky guy. And how would you like to dress her? As a superhero, a nurse, a street walker, a cheerleader, or maybe a private school girl?”

Mike had given some thought to the costume he would like to have Felicity wear, but there was a new one here – a private school girl. He visualized Felicity in that and a smile came across his face.

Megan saw the slight twinkle in his eye and said, “So school girl it is, excellent choice!! You can really do a lot with that outfit. A lot of my clients choose that for younger women, but it such a versatile theme, it works across all ages.”

“Now how would the outfit be? Really slutty, somewhat slutty, or not slutty at all?” she continued

“Huh somewhat slutty I guess,” Mike responded with a confused look.

“Don’t worry about the sluttyness right now, we can move it up or down as the outfit comes together,” said Megan, “Now I will need to know more about her body type to really help with the selection. Tell me about her breasts.”

Mike didn’t know how to respond.

“Guessing you don’t know her Bra size so let me ask differently. Are they a mouthful? Bigger than mine, smaller than mine?” she said pointing to her breasts.

Even if Mike knew Felicity’s exact bra size he wouldn’t have been able to respond. He was now horny beyond belief, and in great discomfort as his expanded cock was experiencing friction with his pubic hair, in the tightly constrained space of his trousers. He was barely hearing what she was saying.

Trying to sound more helpful, Megan untied her blouse.

“Does this help?” she asked and bent forward slightly.

Her tube top covered boobs were now very close to Mike’s face. The nipple piercing was clearly visible thru it. Seeing her mammaries up close, Mike tried to look away but then his eyes came upon the gleaming piercing in her belly button. His cock now started to leak pre cum, further increasing konya escort his discomfort.

As if oblivious to the effect she was having on him, Megan raised her arms to tie her hair, further accentuating her bosom.

Mike seemed dazed and confused. He had not responded to the last few questions.

“Wow the cat really got your tongue,” she said. Feigning annoyance, she said “Look Mike, these are the basic questions. I have a lot more questions about her body type and private parts. So how do we move this forward?”

“Uh, they are smaller than yours,” were the only words that came out of his mouth.

“Great but how much smaller? Some women wear padded bras you know, so we really need to be sure else the outfit will be ruined,” she remarked.

After pausing for a few seconds, she said “Ok here is a thought. Tell me if you are ok with it. I will take off my top to help you with this question. I know you are gentleman but just to protect myself, I will restrain your hands when the top is off. Let me know if that works for you. No pressure. Take your time.”

Mike only heard the words that Megan knew he would “take off my top”.

He instantly nodded his acceptance.

“Ok great,” she said and went to retrieve the cuffs.

Mike paused when he saw the cuffs, but Megan was wily.

“Soon as we get the cuffs on, my top comes off,” she said.

Mike immediately stuck his hands out.

Megan cuffed him, and took the same position she had before although the distance between the two was now lesser.

All this teasing had made her horny as hell, and she wanted some release. She lowered her tube top, and her breasts came free.

Cupping her left breast with both hands, she came back to the question on breast size.

“So you think it is half this size or bigger than that?” she asked.

“Her breasts are only slightly smaller than yours, I think,” was Mike’s response. He still couldn’t believe it. In the space of 2 weeks he had seen 2 sets of breasts up close.

“Ok to be really sure why don’t you take it in your mouth. The mouthfulness measure gives a better estimate,” said Megan.

Mike’s Adams apple bobbed up and down, and almost in a trance he turned toward Megan with mouth open.

Megan stuffed her breast in his mouth before saying, “Tell me when it feels to be the same size by grabbing the other breast with your hands.”

Megan took her time, gently pushing her breast into his mouth, gazing into his eyes to further accentuate his and her pleasure.

Finally Mike grabbed the right breast with his cuffed hands. She was a little annoyed he had ended this so quickly.

“Great that is a 34C,” she said, “but to be sure let us do it one more time with my right boob,” and begin stuffing that one into his mouth.

With the left boob, Mike had been as respectful as he could be, treating it like a science experiment, but with the right one he decided to explore so started to suck on it. Seeing no resistance, he probed further with his tongue.

Megan arched her back, feeling the pleasure flow throughout her body before saying, “Take your time, we don’t want to rush this”. Megan was totally relishing his head on her breast, slowly sucking on her nipples.

After kayseri escort several rounds of sucking, he finally tugged on her left breast, not because he was tired of sucking on her tit, but because his cock needed adjustment, and it was getting really uncomfortable. But with handcuffs on that was not going to be possible.

Megan now decided to push it even more. “Is that a hard on I see? Oh, you poor baby. Let Mommy help you with that,” she said and stuck her hand underneath his pants and grabbed his erection, to adjust it.

Her own arousal was now apparent, her pussy was flowing freely. If it hadn’t been for her perfume, Mike could have smelt that odor and would have known she was a bitch in heat.

“Excellent, now that we know the bra size, let us talk about the panties you want to get her. How does her butt curve?” she asked.

To help him, with the selection, she stood up, turned slowly so her ass was facing him, and pointing to her lower back asked, “Does it curve like this?”

“Yeah that looks about right,” said Mike.

“In case you are wondering why the curve is important, I recommend the choice of panties based on the curve. While most men just want their girls in thongs, depending on the curve some panties are better suited. So why don’t you pass your hand over it?”

Mike didn’t need to be told, he had now figured out what was going on. He moved her hands across Megan’s back, up and down, caressing it like an expert potter on a wheel. Megan was in total ecstasy. He now stood up and whispered in her ear, “why don’t you bend over, so I can also compare asses and tell you about her ass. Spread your legs when you bend over, spread your legs, so I can tell you about her hips as well.”

As she started to comply with his request, he continued, “I want to be sure you have all the details you need in selecting the right panty.”

Megan was only too happy to comply with his request. The scene was surreal. Megan was now bent over the desk, her legs spread. Mike had lifted her skirt and was kneading her butt cheeks one at a time. If he felt the wetness between her legs, he acted like he hadn’t realized it.

After teasing her which to Megan felt like an eternity, he gently inserted his finger into the buttery love canal, curling it to look for her G spot. “Something else for you. I like panties which are open in the front like this,” he said.

Megan nodded and began to grind her crotch on his fingers and hands, seeking release. She had teased him but now she was at his mercy. Mike continued to pleasure her. Feeling the ornament on her clit he said, “She is pierced as well, so I want a nice pendant between her legs. Maybe a cross.”

Megan was now in total delirium, the depravity of the situation had totally overtaken her, and she was orgasming.

“Mmmm … yes yes yes more of that … I am cuming,” she moaned as she got her release.

Mike by now had pulled his zipper down and replaced his finger in her love hole with his cock. Felicity has a tighter pussy he thought, as he began to piston in and out. He circled his movement probing different parts of her vagina. After about 5 mins of pistoning, he shot his load and collapsed on Megan.

Megan had told Felicity there would be no release for the boys during this visit, but had failed miserably. She wondered how her friend was faring.

Samir was due to arrive any moment now and Felicity slowly pulled her fingers out of her moist pussy and started to get herself ready.

Samir didn’t know what to expect. Her message to him had been brief, “Come by and return what I gave you.”

Felicity and Samir

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Horny Sissy Goes to “Heaven!”

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Someone asked me why I’m a Queen, and I guess it’s because I love being in a pair of high heels and lipstick, making out naked with a guy and kneeling or squatting to suck his cock in some filthy adult store video arcade booth, while he works my tits over with a pair of strong fingers until I wanna yelp in pain. And the hot feeling of him wanting to fuck me and being ordered to get on the bench and kneel and face the wall – the urgency of his desire to fuck me, the feel of his hard dick poking into my buttocks as he attempts to stick it in, and I reach down behind me through my legs and grip the rigid snake, pressing the head up to the mouth of my anxious rectum, the feel of pain/pleasure as it sinks into me; the glorious, feminine feeling of simultaneously control and submission to a powerful force, the hot breath and kisses, the groping hands and pinching fingers as his strong thighs deliver his assault on me from behind. Man! I feel like a woman! Any woman can tell you that there is that one moment when a woman gives complete control to the male and no longer has any say in what happens to her during the sex act, and that moment is when the cock goes deep into the pussy. Then she is in complete submission and under the physical dominance of the male. It’s where you leave off being human and descend into the life of an animal, for the time it takes to complete the sex act.

MMM! There’s something so fuckin’ HOT about the urgency of a hot, rough man on my bare back for sex, him grabbing my arm and turning me roughly around. I feel his hands stripping the bikini panties right off my ass and tossing them on the floor as he grips my arm so tightly it hurts! Then, being thrust roughly around and pushed face against the wall and raped like a cheap whore! Having my head pushed down low until it touched the vinyl bench, so that my ass is cocked high and wide. Is it extremely uncomfortable? Yes! Does it hurt? Yes! Do I love it – do I revel in it? YES! OH FUCK YES!!

Ok, so I begged him for his cock – ok? Is that what you want to hear? Well it’s true! I was begging him to let me suck his black cock! He came in my anus and it felt so fuckin’ GOOD! He told me to sit on it, facing away from him, so I obeyed him and he put his hands down and lifted my legs up high, while I boogied totally naked on his hard dick until he came deep up in me. And as we were fuckin’ he had his strong urfa escort hands all over my bare tits. I stood up and cum drip down my bare legs. Oh he so fuckin’ handsome!

After the fuck he wanted me to stay on his lap, his dick still inside of me. So I lay back on his chest and we just talked. He asked me my name and I told him it was Terilyn Bardot. He asked me if I ever went to the adult theater called Heaven, on Lindsey Blvd. And I told him I hadn’t. He was surprised and told me that Heaven was the perfect place for a queen like me. I told him that I had actually been there, but I never saw anyone in the arcade. And he told me, no, you have to go into the theater in the back, because that’s where all the action took place. That was news to me. We sat like that for about a half an hour and then he told me he had to leave. I lowered my legs so that my heels were touching the floor, and I slowly rose, feeling his still semi hard cock slide out of my rectum. “Want me to clean you off, honey?” I said, lowering myself between his legs.

After he left I sucked a few more guys off, but I couldn’t get what he said about Heaven out of my head. It was only around 10:30 — still early. I decided I had to check it out! I got back into my black 2 piece string bikini, my ripped jeans butt baring short shorts, and the cream colored see through blouse, grabbed my clutch purse and walked out of the arcade and through the brightly lit adult bookstore. There were several customers there, and I heard someone say: “That’s her!” as I walked out the door into the night.

It had been a hot day, and even now at 10:30 pm, it was still hot. Heaven was a little over a half a mile away, and I was wearing 4-inch high heels, so I took my time walking there. Besides, I enjoyed the attention I got from passing vehicles. I wasn’t really afraid of getting gay bashed because, due to my small frame and innate femininity. I can pass as a biological female, if I want. I walked up the one big hill and then it was all down hill from there. Once I got to the top I could actually see the blinking lights of Heaven, near the bottom of the hill.

As I walked I recalled the first time I had ever seen Heaven. It was soon after my wife and I had moved to the city; we were driving by and I saw the blinking lights and saw that it was an adult bookstore. I didn’t balıkesir escort say anything to Emilyn, but I silently marked it as a place I might want to check out sometime. Emi and I had only been married for a couple of years then, and neither of us had yet crossed the line with others. But I still liked going in those places occasionally — I was drawn to them. When I finally did go there a few weeks later I was disappointed. The store part was very small, with a few videos and old sex magazines on the rack. I went into the arcade and saw no one or anything back there. I visited a few more times over the next couple of years, but it was always the same; no action. So I wrote it off. Little did I realize that there was a good size movie theater in the back.

When I arrived I went in. Thanks to my past visits, the place was familiar. This time I went straight to the desk and asked for the theater. The guy said it was 6 bucks, and pointed to the turnstile and the door beyond, and buzzed me in.

The theater was dark and there were rows of seat, and straight porn playing on the screen. There were quite a few men scattered throughout the seats, but other than that I didn’t see much going on. Which kind of surprised me because the black guy at Whispers had really talked the place up. I was about to leave when suddenly a head popped out of an area behind the screen. He stepped out quickly before disappearing again. What was THIS??

I quickly walked down to where I had seen the guy and found myself in the doorway of a large bathroom — a men’s room. I went in and there were several men — some of them naked — hanging around in there. The room ran the length of the screen, and had a tiled floor, a couple of urinals, and an open toilet bowl. It was very dimly lit, but once my eyes grew accustomed, I noticed that the nude guy, who was leaning against the corner wall, was actually getting a blowjob from another man who was crouched between his legs. The guy who was getting blown kept staring at me. I quickly stripped naked to just my high heels, and was playing with my small dick. The guy, who was getting blown, patted the cocksucker’s cheek and he moved away. Then the guy crooked his finger at me and I went over to him, taking his erect cock in my hand and gently squeezing it. “Can I suck it?” I asked, maybe a little too trabzon escort eagerly.

He didn’t answer so I got down in a squat and took his cock into my mouth and began sucking his hard cock and balls, all the while playing with his big hairy legs. After a couple of minutes he said, “You look like the type who likes to show off. Want to go up on stage?”

Well, I didn’t know what that all entailed, but I nodded and stood up. He walked to the door — still completely naked — and said, “Come on!” holding out his hand. I followed him wearing nothing but my 4 inch high heel pumps as we went up the short flight of stairs and up onto the stage. He stopped and faced me and pointed to the floor. I got down on my knees and began to suck his cock again. I could see that the theater had filled up quite a bit, and everyone was watching. I get excited when I know I’m performing, so I really began putting on an act. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and held his cock tight near the base and said: Look up at me!” before shooting several hot strings of thick warm semen all over my face. I was fucking PASTED! It was hanging from my nose and chin.

He extended his hand as I rose, and he led me down the steps. I thought we were going back into the toilet but he pulled me in the direction of the audience and led me up the aisle, stopping so that people could get a good look at me. I could see cell phones clicking away as people took pics and video of my humiliation. So fuckin’ SEXY! God — if Emi could see me now!

We went back into the toilet and within minutes the place was full of men. My guy led me to the toilet bowl and pointed at the dirty floor. When I hesitated he tapped the side of my head with two fingers hard. “Come on, come on — get down!”

I knelt in front of the bowl and he pushed my head so that I was leaning over it. It was filthy and it stunk. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“You’re a fucking mess,” he said. I’m gonna wash your face.” And he began urinating all over my face. As he was doing this I felt a pair of fingers in my anus and a man mounted me from behind and began to fuck me. When the guy finished pissing, another man stepped up and stuck his hardon into my face and I began sucking him off. It only took a minute and he came in my mouth. “I gotta piss,” he said. “Open your mouth.”

His dick was still hard — a piss hardon, and he urinated in my mouth. I clamped my lips tightly around his cock and swallowed like mad. Now, two lines had formed, one behind me, and one next to the bowl. I got fucked and cummed in and pissed in by god only knows how many men before it was over. The black guy at Whispers had been right — this WAS the perfect place for me!

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The smoothing quiet bass of the music coming from the speakers in the living room awoke me with a start. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2 a.m. I looked to my left and saw that my wife, Lacey, had not yet join me in bed. She had begged for a night of dancing with two friends and I told her it was okay with me: a wish that I cursed myself for having granted.

As I left the master bedroom and made my way into the living room, the familiar sound of my wife’s gasping breath whenever she was feeling sexually aroused, greeted me with a starling shock. Fear began to fill my head with thoughts that perhaps my wife had had too much to drink and had been brought home by a devious male who wanted sex as a payment for doing her this favor. Imagine my surprise, when I turned the corner and switched on the light to see my curvy wife being pleasured not by a male lover, but being touch from both sides of the couch by her two friends, Latasha and Monique.

“What the fuck?” were the only words that could come out of my mouth. Lacey looked at me with a smile on her face and said, “It is about time.” She got up and gave me a kiss. Her natural blue eyes, (which always accentuates her milk chocolate skin), lit up as she whispered to me that her friends had wanted to know what it was to have a white male lover. She had agreed to let them find out. I heard a giggle from her friends and looked over at them.

Both women had their skirts pulled up to reveal that their panties were no longer on. Latasha, the darker of the two, had her right index finger moving up and down over her shaven pussy. With a slight movement, she moved the folds of her pussy lips apart to reveal the wetness dripping. Monique on the other hand, had ebony skin. She spread her legs so that I could see that she had left a slight trim of hair above her pussy. I gasped at the sight of the two women and parted my lips, slightly running the tip of my tongue.

My wife kissed me and said, “I guess you are okay with it.” She lowered herself to her knees and began to pull my pajama bottoms down. She then pulled out my cock for her friends to see. I could see from the looks of their faces, that they were pleased at the size of my hard cock. She began to suck on my cock, twirling her tongue on the sensitive part of the tip of my cock. I began to moan. She continued this for a few minutes until Monique ask her if she may try. “Be my guest,” replied my wife as she moved to the coach.

Monique crawled forward on her knees and reach out to grab my cock. She began to lick my now fully erect cock with her tongue. She teased me for several seconds before engulfing my cock with her mouth. She then began to bob her head back and forth, as she drenched my penis with her saliva. I closed my eyes as I moaned, “Yes baby, suck my cock…oh god that feels so good. Mmmm yeah.”

After a couple of minutes of this, she got up, kissed me on the lips, and began to slowly dance her body towards mine. She wrapped her right arm around my neck and leaned her body back with her pussy resting against my raging hard-on. I reached down and moved my penis up and down her clit. She shuddered and took a deep breath as I slowly moved my cock to her opening. I lifted my cock into her and slowly began to penetrate her wet pussy. She moved her body closer until the edge of her pelvis touched my balls.

As Monique and I began to finalizing the movements to our sexual dance, I noticed that my wife had moved her body so that she was on her back on the couch. Latasha climbed on top of Lacey to form a sixty-nine position. Latasha moved her mouth and began to kiss the pubic region of my wife’s body. I could see Lacey gasping for breath as Latasha moved her tongue down to Lacey’s pussy. She inserted her tongue causing Lacey to involuntary move her head into Latasha pussy. Lacey instinctively began to lick Latasha’s pussy. Both women were now in the throes of their own passion.

Realizing that I had a beautiful woman with bursa escort her body press tightly against mine and needing me to move, I took a deep breath and lifted Monique in the air. I could feel her wetness dripping down my cock. I moan in ecstasy as I began to move her towards the wall. There was a thump as the books from the shelves fell. I pressed Monique against the wall and began to slowly thrust my penis up her pussy. I hear her gasp and moan. I began to grind to the rhythm of the music that was playing in the background; each thrust meeting the beat of the music. As the speed of the beat increased so did the thrusting of my penis. Monique held on to me tightly; I could feel her nails digging into my back as I heard her moaning, “Yes…Yes… Yes…. Fuck me…. Harder….Oh yes.”

I complied with her wishes and fucked her as hard as I could. I felt her body becoming more tensed as she moved closer to an orgasm. She lifted herself off my penis and let it rub against her clit. She let out a moan. I look down and saw that she was squirting her pussy juice all on over my cock. The warm sensation began to flow downward and drenched my balls. This triggered my own orgasm and I began to do some squirting of my own, releasing my semen on her trimmed pussy…watching the hot white jism covered her pelvis.

I lowered Monique down and let her catch her breath. I kissed her and thanked her for letting me fucked her. She whispered that the show was not over and said that I still had some more work to do. She told me to bring my cock to her mouth. I did as I was told to do. She began to lick and suck my cock. I asked her if she liked tasting her pussy on my dick. She moaned that she did.

As Monique worked to get me hard again, I began to watch Lacey and Latasha as they played with each other. I noticed that Lacey had two fingers inside of Latasha’s pussy and was licking the outer part of Latasha’s anal. Latasha was moaning and her body was quivering as Lacey continued to shove her fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy. Latasha’s body began to tighten and she let out a moan as she came, her juices running down Lacey’s fingers. Lacey remove the fingers and began to lick them as Latasha finished her orgasm.

When Monique was finally able to get me hard again, I removed my penis from her mouth and move towards Latasha and Lacey. I lifted Latasha from Lacey and began to kiss her. I pressed her body close to mine and lifted my hands to massage her small breasts. I kissed her neck and moved my head down to her breasts. With my mouth, I began to suck on the perky chocolate nipple of her right breast as I massaged her left breast with my hands. I could feel her teat harden as I continued to lick it up and down. I moved my mouth to her left breast and duplicated my movement. After a few minutes of switching back and forth, I moved my head towards her pelvis, kissing her stomach and pubic region.

I took her legs and spread the apart. I moved my head towards her pussy. I moved my tongue in a circular movement, teasing her body as I inched closer and closer to her clit. I could feel her legs falling on my shoulder and tightening as I continue my teasing. Finally, I reached her clit and moved my tongue up and down. She began to moan as I took my right hand and spread the fold of her lips apart. I moved my tongue inward and began to twirl it around. She pressed her body tightly against my lips.

I pressed my right hand on her stomach and held it tight as I moved my left hand to her waist. Latasha began to moan as I twirled my tongue faster and faster. I could feel her body lift. I pulled her tightly and continued my pattern. I continued until she arched her back and began to cum in my mouth, her juices running down my goatee. I licked and licked Latasha’s clit until she collapsed with exhaustion from her orgasm.

I lifted my head and looked at my wife. Lacey was on all fours. Her ass was malatya escort lifted upward. She was all lubricated and waiting for Monique to fuck her with a strap-on that she had pulled out of a bag. Monique moved forward and inserted her fake penis into Lacey’s pussy. Monique began to slowly thrust her penis into Lacey’s opening. Lacey gasp with pleasure and began to moan, “Fuck me…Fuck my pussy with that cock.”

Monique complied with Lacey’s wishes and began to fuck her hard. I moved to the front of Lacey and put my cock into her mouth. Lacey began sucking on my dick. I moaned with pleasure as Lacey twirled her tongue around the tip of my expanding cock. As Lacey mouth fucked my cock, Monique began to increase the intensity of her fucking.

With the increased pressure, Lacey found that she could not keep my penis in my

mouth. She let go of my penis and concentrated on the fucking she was receiving from Monique. She lifted her body so that Monique could get a better grip and began to moving it back and forth to match the pace of Monique. She began moaning as she said, “Fuck me…yeah Monique fuck me with that cock of yours…oh yeah baby, fuck me.” Lacey than began to cum.

I thought Monique would relax her pace to allow Lacey a rest, but she did not. Instead, she continued to grind Lacey’s pussy faster and harder, causing Lacey to moan louder and louder as she found herself having several orgasms at a time. I watch with amazement as Monique moved her body forward, her breasts bouncing up and down. I found my body tingling and my head growing dizzy as I watch this woman pleasuring my wife.

As I thought this euphoria had gone as far it as it could go, I was suddenly surprised as I felt the tip of Latasha’s tongue circling the rim of my anal. She twirled around for a few seconds before entering it into my anal. I began to moan as she pressed her face against my ass, moving her tongue in and out. I felt her left hand move up and down my balls, massaging them with tender care. She took her right hand and reached around to grab my dick. Gripping my cock, she began to stroke me as she increased the intensity of her tongue-lashing into my anal. I began to moan as she found her rhythm. Faster and Faster her tongue twirl, her hand matching the beat of her tongue. I leaned my head back and moan, “Yeah, lick it…lick my ass…yeah.” I felt the pressure in my dick begin to build up…I held onto it tight until I became dizzy. I finally lost control and release my hot jism upon my wife’s neck, giving her a pearl necklace that ran down to her massive breasts.

Monique continued her pace until she finally released her own orgasm that she gained from the leather of her strap-on brushing against her clit. She once again began to squirt as she erupted into a full orgasm. Her love juice covered the pelvis area of my wife and dripped down to the outer lips of her pussy. She moved forward to lay next to my wife in an effort to catch her breath.

When I had a moment to calm down from my own orgasm, I moved my body between my wife’s legs and began to lower my head to her pussy. I began lapping up the juices that ran down her legs. When I sucked in all the juices, I began to enter my fingers into her pussy and I began to lick her clit. Lacey raised her body upward. I grabbed her and held on to her waist with all the strength I had. I refused to allow her to move away from my exploring tongue.

As I made love to my wife’s pussy, Latasha and Monique moved towards my wife. They began to lick up the dripping cum off her body. After licking her clean, they began to tease her nipples with their fingers and tongues. Their aggressive sucking of her now fully erect nipples helped to increase the intensity of the pleasure I was giving to Lacey with my mouth. Within a few minutes, my wife began to moan as her body shuddered with a second earth shattering orgasm.

When she was able to catch her breath, çanakkale escort she stated that she was exhausted and needed to go to bed. We all agreed that she was right. As I followed Lacey and Monique into our bedroom, my wife turned around and said, “No baby, you can’t come in here tonight. I want you to sleep with Latasha in the guest room. She is the only one that you have not fucked yet. I want you to get a good night sleep and then give her a good morning fuck, the kind you know I like.”

With that kind of twisting of my arms, how could I refuse? I lead Latasha into the guest room and began to spoon with her. As I rested next to her, I could feel the heat of Latasha’s body as I fell asleep with my arms around her.

When morning arrived, I woke up to Latasha nibbling on my balls and stroking my cock. When she finally got me fully erect, she laid her body next to me in a side way position. She lifted her left leg over her head and moved her pelvis next to my cock. I turned my body to the side and entered my cock into her wet dripping pussy. The heat of her pussy cause the mushroom tip of my penis to grow harder and firmer. I slowly began to move my cock in and out, pressing my balls against her pelvis. Latasha moved her head backward and began to moan as I increased the intensity of my movement. I turn her body to her side so that her ass was facing me. I concentrated on her tight anal as I fucked her pussy. I knew that I wanted to cream all over that tight puckered ass of hers.

With this thought in mind, I increased my rhythm, shouting out, “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, you are my fucking bitch, I love your fucking pussy, so hot, yeah, so wet, yeah baby.” Latasha began to whimper as I pound her pussy harder and harder, my balls slapping against her ass. Within minutes of this intense fucking, she tightened her body and dripped my cock with her juices as she came. I pulled out my cock and jerked it until I creamed over her shiny black anal. It dripped down from her hole to her pussy. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her closer to me, biting her shoulder as I released the last drop of my cum.

After cumming, I heard the sound of clapping. I turned and there, standing in the door, was my beautiful milk chocolate wife and her ebony lover, both wearing strap-ons. They came into the room and told me to move to the side. They told Latasha they were going to reward her for doing a good job of fucking me.

Lacey laid back on the bed and lubed up her strap-on. She told Latasha to climb on her “cock”. Latasha did as instructed. She squatted down and rested her pussy against the tip of the fake penis. She slowly lowered herself, savoring the penetration of the dildo as it moved deeper and deeper into her wet, dripping pussy. When she finally was fully engorged with the fake dick, she sat there for a minute, allowing herself to feel satisfied by the length and thickness. Then slowly, she began to grind her pelvis, sharing the sensation of excitement with my wife.

After a few minutes of this, Monique stopped her. She told Latasha to stay in position. Than Monique moved Latasha forward and began to lubricate her anal. She then spread Latasha’s ass cheeks and moved her body closer. She pushed the dildo the edge. I could see that Latasha was excited about being double penetrated by these two beautiful women.

My wife was also excited. She gasped as she watched Monique slowly entered the long and thick strap on into Latasha’s eager asshole. Latasha began to moan and with help from the two women, began to move her body. She shouted out, “Yes, fuck me you bitches. Oh yes, fuck me. Oh, fuck yes.”

As I watched the scene, my cock grew harder. I was just amazed at what I was looking at. I thought to myself that this must be a dream. I began to jerk myself off. When I grew closer to cumming again. I closed my eyes, just as the sounds of music began to replace the moaning of the three women.

The smoothing quiet bass of the music coming from the speakers in the living room awoke me with a start. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2 a.m. As I left the master bedroom and made my way into the living room. When I turned the corner and switched on the light to see my drunken curvy wife being pleasured by a devious male who wanted sex as a payment for doing her this favor.

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I was addicted to the TV show “Boot Camp” in 2001. I’ve taken two incidents from that show and changed them enough to make them my own and write a story around them. I’m not a military scholar so I may have put something in this story that would make a military person scoff. If I did, I apologize. I’m not Tom Clancy *smile* But please do send me an email and tell me what I screwed up if you find something glaringly wrong. And please be wearing a uniform when you write me the scolding email, and tell me in detail what it looks like on you…*big grin*

A couple of the characters are based loosely on people in the show. All characters are entirely fictional. All characters are the property of Moxy Irish. I hope you enjoy the story!

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I.

Recruit Murphy was in a world of hurt. Castille watched with a touch of pity out of the corner of her eye while jumping down into another squat-thrust. Drill Instructor McCafferty was in Murphy’s face yelling at the top of his voice.

It was the end of a very long day. Murphy had been cranky since before lunch and an offhand remark she made had cost the squad a half hour of free time. The recruits had just finished the extra PT exercises. The squad broke out of formation and started gathering their things, silently thanking God the afternoon was over. Murphy had moved away from the formation to where she dropped her pack earlier.

McCafferty barked, “Murphy! Did you enjoy the extra 30 minutes of PT you caused the squad with your *little attitude* at chow?”

Murphy mumbled, “No, Sir.” Raising her face toward the sky in frustration and tiredness.

McCafferty barked, “So we still have an attitude, eh? Ok, try to roll your eyes as you drop and give me 20!”

Murphy dropped into position automatically with a tired sigh. McCafferty had started striding over to her when he caught her mumbled, “I didn’t roll my eyes, Sir.”

He stomped over and yelled, “That’s 30 now Murphy! Now PUSH!”

And Murphy…poor Murphy…at the end of a very long day…Snapped.

She held her position, arms shaking as they held her body above the ground. “I did NOT roll my eyes, SIR!”

McCafferty bent at the waist and started screaming a foot from her ear. “CLOSE YOUR MOUTH MURPHY! YOU’VE GOT 50 NOW! PUSH!”

Murphy screamed back, “I DID NOT ROLL MY EYES, SIR! I DID NOT ROLL MY EYES, SIR! I DID…” Murphy couldn’t stand it anymore. She leapt to her feet, screaming back in the young Drill Instructor’s face, “NOT ROLL MY EYES, SIR! I DID NOT ROLL MY EYES, SIR! AGRRRGH!”

McCafferty roared over Murphy’s voice, “I *DO NOT* WANT TO HEAR IT MURPHY! YOU CLOSE YOUR MOUTH! I’LL HAVE YOU OUT HERE ALL NIGHT, RECRUIT!” When Murphy leapt up he went ballistic, standing an inch from her face and roaring, “GET ON THE GROUND! CLOSE YOUR MOUTH AND *GET* ON THE GROUND!”

When Instructor McCafferty had started to discipline Murphy, Drill Instructor Taglieri had barked out an order for the rest of the squad to go into squat thrusts. They had all faced him from wherever they had wandered to and dropped down, tiredly forcing their bodies to do the exercise.

Taglieri moved swiftly from where he was standing in front of the spread out squad when Murphy jumped up. Murphy didn’t see him coming. She was too busy screaming back at the furious Drill Instructor standing an inch from her face. Taglieri took her flank, backing up McCafferty. His voice was not shouting, but it was loud enough to be heard over the din. “Stand at attention, Recruit Murphy!”

Murphy’s body snapped automatically into attention, but she continued to scream. “I DID NOT DO IT! I DID NOT DO IT!”

McCafferty lowered his furious voice a touch. “Shut your *mouth* Murphy!”

Taglieri growled loudly at her right ear, “SHUT UP, Murphy!”

Murphy was tired. Very, very tired. Tears were running down her face and her throat hurt from shouting. The arrival of the other Drill Instructor overwhelmed her. She quit screaming at the man in front of her. She still looked directly into his face though. Her brown eyes were crackling with anger, her chest heaving, loudly breathing through her mouth. She was on the edge of snapping again.

Taglieri read her face. “You had better calm down, Murphy! You had better think about it! Don’t you start again Murphy!”

McCafferty was snarling at her to drop to the ground, Taglieri was growling loudly in her right ear and Murphy was two seconds from punching the young Drill Instructor directly in front of her who had been riding her for weeks.

Taglieri saw her expression harden and growled loudly, “You better THINK about it, Murphy! You better THINK about it! DON’TEVENTHINKABOUTIT!!”

It was then that Castille lost it. She started laughing hysterically, as quietly as possible. She dropped to a knee, her whole body shaking with mirth as she remembered the last lines the handsome, stern Drill Instructor had said and how he had said them. She actually had tears forming she was laughing so hard. That was mersin escort the funniest thing she had heard in weeks. Somewhere in her peripheral hearing she heard the scene quiet down, a few seconds of total silence followed by the sound of a body dropping to the ground and McCafferty’s snarled “PUSH!”

She was glad it was over and felt bad for Murphy, but she just couldn’t stop laughing at the unintentional one-liner. She didn’t notice the pair of boots in front of her until a stern voice murmured. “Having fun, Castille?”

She looked up startled. Taglieri was in front of her and she could see Drill Instructor Schell heading her way. She leapt from the ground and stood at attention for about three seconds before dissolving into laughter again.

Taglieri’s voice was a quiet purr. “Are you laughing at your fellow Recruit, Castille?”

She sobered up at that and bit out, “God No, Sir!” wiping her face swiftly. Christ, he was always waaaaaayyyyyy more dangerous when his voice was quiet.

Schell had showed up and flanked her, staying silent.

Taglieri continued, a dangerous look in his chocolate brown eyes, “Then what are you laughing at, Castille?”

That reminded her of what she had been laughing about and she dissolved into laughter again. By the time she had sobered up, McCafferty was flanking her other side. Ruh Roh, completely surrounded. She begged her brain to not play the line in her head again.

Taglieri murmured pointedly, “I said. What. Are. You. Laughing. At. Castille.”

She took a deep breath and managed not to lose it again. “Something you said struck me as funny, Sir.”

Taglieri cocked his head slightly in a mocking movement, “Oh really? Something I said? I’m so very curious to find out what I could have said that brought you such overwhelming happiness.” He leaned forward, his brown gaze ferocious, and murmured silkily, “Do tell.”

Castille was horrified, but she couldn’t wipe the grin away that kept coming back to her lips.

She cleared her throat, “You said…you said…” Her voice dropped into a low imitation of his, unfortunately the laughter was creeping back in, breaking up her words, “You better…THINK about it, Murphy!…” Her body shook with laughter but she continued, “…You better THINK…about it!…DON’TEVENTHINKABOUTIT!” She laughed through the last few words and lost it again, dropping back down to one knee as she laughed uncontrollably.

Taglieri, Schell, and McCafferty managed to keep the grins off of their faces due to years of practice. It was rather funny. Tag hadn’t even been completely aware of what he was saying at the time. What was even funnier was the completely gone recruit laughing helplessly at their feet. But they were professionals. They did not *laugh* with insubordinate recruits, even insubordinate civilian recruits.

Taglieri purred again, his voice dangerous and slightly triumphant, “I hope the laugh was worth the hour of PT you are going to get tonight after chow, Castille.”

She had moved to a hip, an arm between her knees in a casual resting stance. She looked up at him grinning, completely forgetting where she was and letting her natural easy-going personality come full front. Her laughing blue eyes met the shuttered brown ones of the attractive Drill Instructor as she drawled, “Hell, Sir. You could spank me into next Sunday and I *still* wouldn’t regret it. That was the best laugh I’ve had in eight weeks.”

After a few seconds she pushed to her feet and stood at attention, having nearly mastered her laughter.

Schell and McCafferty had silently chuckled for about two seconds over her head when she sassed Taglieri. But they sobered themselves, and looked at her sternly when she brought herself to attention.

Taglieri merely stepped up to her, his brown eyes burning. He bit out, “If I did that, Recruit Castille, I *guarantee* you would regret it. Now *Push*.”

His expression turned to one of satisfaction when her blue eyes grew round with surprise and fear. She dropped hastily to the ground and started doing push-ups.

He let her up after 20 and allowed her to scurry off to the barracks with a growled, “I’ll see you in the sand pit for punishment at 1900 hours, Castille.”

II.

Castille dragged her ass back to the barracks after Taglieri finished with her that night. The dark-haired Drill Instructor had been ruthless, running her ragged for the full punishment hour before allowing her to head off to bed. He stumbled past the male barracks and headed into her home for the past eight weeks. Three pairs of eyes followed her as she staggered into the female barracks. The other women all murmured sympathetic words to her.

She smiled at them, “No worries. I *still* don’t regret what happened.”

Murphy moved over to her, “What exactly happened? I wasn’t in any state to pay attention to anything.”

At her words Castille started chuckling again, “Ok, let me preface this with I was *not* kocaeli escort laughing at you…”

The rest of the women gathered around, they had only heard bits and pieces of why Castille was being punished. When she imitated Taglieri’s voice and said what he said, all of the women burst into laughter. Castille started laughing so hard she fell onto her rack. The barracks laughed and repeated the episode to each other for a good ten minutes before they finally wound down and started preparing for sleep.

Drill Instructor Taglieri chuckled and moved out of the shadows outside of the barracks open window. It really was a funny story. He was more interested in what happened afterwards though. He made his way back to the Drill Instructors’ quarters musing about Recruit Emma Castille.

Working on a reality TV show was a far stranger experience than the Drill Instructors expected. They were all US Marines and had been real Drill Instructors for the Marine Corps. All of them were out of the Corps and in the world now. They had responded along with countless others to the advertisement sent out by the TV producers.

Their job was to take 14 civilians, male and female, and teach them about the experience of Boot Camp. However, these recruits weren’t soldiers. They were regular people of varying age range, most in their 20’s and early 30’s, that were there to win a game.

The Drill Instructors were a shock to most of the squad. Many of them hadn’t ever had to deal with being dominated in any way. Now it was their life from the minute they woke up to the second they closed their eyes at night. As for the Instructors, they sometimes found themselves dealing with situations that would never happen with real recruits, like the incident with Murphy. They often talked candidly among themselves, without the cameras around, about their interesting group of civilian recruits.

Drill Instructor Schell was the oldest of the three at 45 years of age. He was a husband and father of two. One of his daughters was in college near his South Carolina home. He had retired after 25 years in the Corps. He was the quietest and most reasonable of all the Drill Instructors. He would ride the squad’s collective ass when he needed to, but most of them saw him as a Father-figure type, and strove to make him proud. He was a bit gentler than the other two men and would talk to the recruits and become approachable when there was down time.

Drill Instructor McCafferty was seen as a sadistic older brother type. He was the youngest Instructor at age 29. The South Bostonian had been in the Corps since the age of eighteen and had spent several years as an Instructor. He was loud, maddening, and demanded immediate obedience. Most of the recruits resented the hell out of him, but when he praised them, or allowed a joke or a smile to pass his lips, they hung on it. They grumbled about him, but it was obvious to most of them that he rode them so they would become better rather than out of meanness.

Drill Instructor Taglieri was a strange mix of Schell and McCafferty. The San Diego native was 31 and had spent 10 years in the Corps, spending time in Bosnia and the Gulf. He could easily get as loud as McCafferty, but tended to keep his voice down and speak through action and expression. The recruits feared him, but as with the others, they worked hard to make him proud of them. Periodically he would let them see a lighter side. He had a wicked sense of humor and occasionally said something that had them fighting to keep straight faces.

The squad was originally made up of young and old, female and male, married and single, with most of the married people being parents. They completed missions, cultivated team comraderie, participated in forced exercise, were continually yelled at by the Drill Instructors, and lived much like real recruits. However, they had to vote people off every 10 days or so. The back-stabbing and alliances were not something real recruits had to deal with. It was a game, and the two recruits left standing at the end of 14 weeks were going to have to compete against each other, the winner eventually winning a large cash prize.

It was week nine and the squad had been cut down to eight people. By chance it was divided equally males to females. At this point in the game the older people, the weak, and the annoying people had been weeded out. The squad was fairly strong and the recruits were responding more like a well-trained unit. The Drill Instructors had been impressed with their “kids” for the last few weeks.

Taglieri arrived at the Instructors’ quarters. The quarters were strictly off limits to any cameramen. They all had private rooms with common spaces like a rec-room and a kitchen. The other two Instructors were kicked back in the rec-room, and greeted him when he walked in. He dropped into a chair, tired and still musing.

McCafferty murmured, “How did it go with Castille?”

“Oh fine, she’s incredibly willing. She samsun escort didn’t give me any trouble.” He chuckled, “She told the story to the rest of the girls though, they laughed for like ten minutes.”

Schell’s smile was teasing, “It really was funny the way she told it, Tag.”

Tag nodded, “I agree, it was funny, and it was hell not to laugh when she was rolling around nearly under our boots.”

McCafferty picked up his mug and took a swig of tea. “Castille really is something else. I know we aren’t supposed to get attached. but I hope they don’t vote her off. She has been good-natured and dedicated from the second she got here. And the woman has a wicked sense of humor, I almost lost it today when she threw out that spanking remark.”

Schell grinned, “Yeah, that was really funny, God knows I like the girl too. I think the look on her face when Tag threatened her was funnier though.”

Tag pointed at Schell with a grin, “Hey now, I didn’t threaten anyone.”

McCafferty nearly spit his tea out. “You did so!”

Tag shook his head smiling wickedly, “No I didn’t, I said *if*. *If* makes all the difference.”

The other two men laughed and then started talking about what they were going to do to the squad the next day.

Tag went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He sat down at the kitchen table wanting a few minutes of privacy. Recruit Emma Castille was still on his mind.

The dark-haired, blue-eyed recruit was a single, 32 year old woman from Northern California. From her file he knew that she trained horses for a living and gave riding lessons. That came out in her interactions with the squad. She was a natural leader and trainer, but practiced a good-natured, ‘soft’ leadership. She often had a recruit thinking something was their idea as she guided them towards an action that she wanted. She helped others, even if it meant increasing her time on a timed course. She was also incredibly honest. She didn’t take part in the rampant back-stabbing, and spoke very plainly about hating having to vote. She was often very funny and made the other recruits laugh all the time. She was a strong candidate to win the game. He hoped she wouldn’t get voted off because of her strengths. He liked her. Perhaps more than he was supposed to.

He had to admit he was attracted to her looks from the beginning. She was pretty, rather athletic, and stronger than she looked. She was fairly tall at 5’9, only a few inches shorter than his 6-foot frame. In the beginning he had put all thought of attraction aside. That was not something that was allowed. However, as the weeks went by he was charmed. So charmed, in fact, that he rode her harder than any other recruit. He often caught her glancing at him with frustration and disappointment after he railed on her about something he would have let slide with someone else. She never ragged on him behind his back though.

The barracks windows were kept open due to the heat of the summer months and the Instructors often heard complaints and jeers coming from both barracks. They didn’t take it personally. They expected the recruits to blow off steam with each other.

Tag remembered a day when all three Instructors were grouped together discussing something near the female barracks and heard a rant going on. That day all of them had ridden the recruits mercilessly. The whole squad was ready to explode. All of the other girls in the barracks were egging each other on about how nasty the Instructors were and how much they hated them. When Castille walked in, they eagerly turned to include another in their rant.

She had chuckled, the men could almost hear the casual shrug in her voice, “Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s the Roman slave girl in me. I just respond well to growly, bossy men.”

There had been about two seconds of silence then laughter. The mood lightened up considerably after that.

The Instructors had moved off and had a laugh about it. They were also all impressed with how Castille handled the negative group and turned the mood positive. If anything, Tag was even more intrigued with the girl.

He pondered his beer bottle. He had heard her joke a few other times about things like that. It always made people laugh, but now he wondered. Her voice had been amused but completely frank today when she drawled the spanking remark at him. He found himself pondering what that might be like, and how she might respond to that, then he shook off the thought. He had no right to think such things. He wasn’t even allowed to be interested in the girl until after the game was over. It made him wonder though. She *did* respond well to orders. From day one she had never whined about how she was treated, when all of the others were having fits.

The only thing she had ever objected to was volume. The Instructors had been trained to yell everything, usually directly in the ear or the face of a recruit. Early in the game during a moment of downtime she had admitted to Schell that she was worried about damage to her hearing when McCafferty would scream an inch from her ear. Her hearing was sensitive and trained acutely for her job. She wasn’t used to loud noises and had spent the first ten days having severe ear-aches. Schell scolded her for not reporting the ear pain and mentioned what Castille had told him to the other Instructors.

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Separated by some 3,000 miles, I wrote several stories for my girlfriend, hoping to keep us in touch and sexually connected. This and other stories are fiction based on her fantasies and written with her as the first person. I tried using details to evoke visions of what the characters would see, hear, feel, smell and taste—something I believe is missing from most Literotica stories. Although catered to her intimate fantasies, I am sharing them with fellow readers hoping you will also enjoy them.

As a writer, I am always looking to improve my craft and would appreciate feedback, especially from women. I’d like to know what you, the reader, found particularly arousing and what could be improved upon.

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My phone beeped and I saw a text popup from my Baby. “Are you close.”

“About 15 mins.” I replied back.

“I have a surprise for you. Actually, two.” He texted.

“Hmmm. What are they?” I texted back.

“Surprises.”

When I finally arrived at the hotel, I found his room number and knocked. The door opened slowly. My Baby’s head poked about from behind, beaming a wide smile. He held the door open, waiting for me to walk in. I thought he would have come forward to meet me over the threshold, but as a stepped inside, I saw why. My Baby was standing there naked. Before I knew it, he grabbed me around my waist, pulling me close, as I dropped my bags as the door closed behind us. He locked his mouth on mine, delivering a long, passionate kiss. I could smell his cologne as I drew in a breath against his arms that held me tight. I closed my eyes and returned the kiss. God I miss you so much, I thought to myself. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the skin of his back. Before I knew it, his arms dropped below my hips, then pulled me up off the floor. My arms and legs wrapped around him as he carried me and together we fell on to the bed, still locked together in a tight embrace. He lay on top of me kissing me deep before running his mouth and tongue down my neck. His hands ran up to the top of my blouse, then pulled it down, along with my bra as my breasts popped out. His mouth continued its way down my chest to my left breast where it opened to suck in nearly half of my boob so hard it almost felt like he was going to tear it off! The tip of his tongue swiped back and forth across my nipple as his lips closed around my breast, finally locking on my nipple as he pulled away his mouth, stretching it out as it grew hard. His other hand reached over to caress my other breast, gently fondling my other nipple. I drew in a deep breath as this taking me by surprise began to arouse me and I couldn’t wait to have him, nor he couldn’t wait to have me.

I felt a yank and looked up to see that my pants and panties were bunched in his hands and tossed aside. He slid up my naked body, his warm skin against mine until his face reached mine, whereupon he delivered another deep kiss. I could feel his cock poking into my right thigh and opened it slightly to let it fall into place. He moved up further until it was pressing against my lips and thrust. I reached down to move his cock into my opening and with another thrust, his head was inside me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled him tight against me as he thrust again, entering further. With two more thrusts, he was all the way in and lay against me, his head above mine and kissed me. I could feel his cock slid in and out as I spread my legs further apart to let him in. I returned the kiss, placing my tongue deep inside his mouth as we both struggled to breathe. His pace increased; each thrust pushed my head back and slightly up the bead. Reaching up I wrapped my arms around him, then my legs around his waist and held him tight as he rode me.

The head of his cock went up and down like a piston and I could feel my pussy getting wet and sensitive. His pace continued to increase and I could feel pressure building inside me as I began to tighten around his bulging cock.

“Ohhh. That feels good,” he said. “I want you so much. I want to fuck your pussy! Run my dick in and out until we cum!”

His talking dirty to me and thrusting brought me to the brink of climaxing and I rolled my head back and opened my mouth as each thrust sent my head bobbing.

I opened my eyes to look at his just before he close them. I watched squint, grimace and as in great pain, then cry out. But nothing could further from the truth as I felt his cock swell inside me then everything inside grew slippery as he spewed out his load of cum. Watching him cum made me excited, to the point that I too came, then watched his face return to normal and then form a satisfied smile. He lay on me his next to me, cheek to cheek as he breathed heavily in my ear.

I heard clapping, then turned my head to see a man and woman sitting on the couch across the room. Scared half out of my wits, I poked and tried to bring to his attention the couple sitting across the room from us. Baby rose up and grinned from ear to ear. mardin escort I was pissed and felt my privacy violated. After all, they just watched us having sex.

The woman got up from the couch and walked forward continuing to clap. As she left the shadows and came closer into the light, I could better make her out. She was medium height. Her long red hair flowed down her back and he skin was very light, contrasting her dark red lipstick. She wore a silk blouse and black skirt and looked professional.

“Very good. I enjoyed watching your lovemaking,” she said with a thick French accent as she looked at me.

Baby rolled off me, leaving me naked and exposed. I felt like grabbing a pillow to cover up.

She dropped to her knees looked at me and said, “Have you ever made love to a woman?”

Shyly, I shook my head back and forth.

Her hands rose up and her shiny crimson red nails went over her top button and popped it open. I followed her hands down as her blouse opened up, revealing the top of her large breasts. She pulled her blouse open, revealing the cleavage of her C or even D cup breasts.

“Do you like my breasts?”

I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say or do. She smiled back and continued to undo her blouse, then slid her arms out the sleeves and tossed off her top. A few freckles above her breasts were the only markings on her otherwise perfect skin. I could see how the color of her skin lightened near her bra, so light that it nearly matched its white lace. My eyes were fixed on her and her hands, until I watched them disappeared behind her back, her bra loosen and fall way. She straightened her back and looked at me.

“There, now you can better she them. Do you like my breasts?” she inquired again.

My eyes were now glued on the porcelain pair of flawless globes, each with a pink nipple that seemed to point directly at me.

“Would you like to feel them?” she asked in her heavy accent. “Have you ever felt another woman’s breasts before?”

I was still dazed trying to comprehend what was going on and did nothing.

“Come, come now there my darling. Now don’t be shy.” She reached over and grabbed my wrists, then placed both of my hands against her breasts, then placed her hands flat against mine, pressing them into her skin and nipples. She squeezed my hands over her breasts, slowly kneading them. My eyes were still affixed to her breasts, now covered with my hands.

“There, that’s better.” I could feel the soft skin and breasts wiggle under my fingers and her nipples push against the palms of my hands.

“I can feel my nipples getting hard. Can you? Your caressing my breasts is making my nipples hard.” She paused and said, “But what they really like is to be sucked on. I want you to suckle my breasts.” She then pat her hand on the edge of the bed. “Sit here.”

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. She stood up in front of me and moved close, the raised both hands up and crossed her arms behind her head and leaned forward, thrusting her breasts in my face. Slowly I moved forward and brushed my lips against her left breast.

“Don’t be shy, darling. Open your mouth and suck on my nipple.”

I slowly parted my lips and felt the tip of her nipple run between them. I closed my lips over her nipple, then moved my tongue out to touch its tip.

“That’s it, darling. Now open your mouth wide and suck my breast inside your mouth.”

I opened my mouth and gently sucked, feeling the nipple enter my mouth.

“Use your tongue to flick my nipple back and forth and circle around my areola.”

My tongue was now flicking her nipple which was now more ridged. My tongue then circled it and ran around her hardened nipple, feeling the tiny bumps of her areola.

“That’s good. Feel my nipple getting hard. Make sure you play with the other one with your hand.

I did as instructed and caressed her other nipple with my fingers.

“Now switch breasts.” She said and moved my mouth from her left breast to her right and played with her left breast with my fingers, now slippery with my saliva. The surprise was now over and I began to awaken to what was going on. I was sucking on another’s woman’s tits. It’s always been a fantasy of mine and I was enjoying it. My face was pressed against her flawless skin and her hard pink nipple was in my mouth. Her breast was now rising and falling with the increasing rhythm of her breathing.

She stood up, pulling away from my hand and mouth. I sat up on the edge of the bed.

Her hands reached down to the top of her skirt and pushed down, sliding it and her pantyhose off. In one graceful gesture, she bent over as her clothing fell off, her eyes gazing into mine. She stood up just inches from me and I looked down to her bellybutton and then to the triangular patch of flaming red hair covering her puffy lips and slit. She took a few steps back, then gracefully, van escort sat into a deep chair, her legs firmly together and lady-like. She slid her hips forward, then lifted her legs high and onto the armrests.

“Come here, darling.” She beckoned as she gestured a “come here” with her index finger. I stood up and walked over to her. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my Baby stroking his cock as he watched the two of us. I stood in front her, both of us completely naked and she with her legs and sex open to me.

“I want you to eat me, darling. Use that tongue of yours on my pussy. Lick my clitoris and vagina.”

I looked back at her, pausing for a moment.

“Come now, darling. As a woman, you know what to do.”

I placed my hands on the armrests and lowered myself to my knees. I bent forward and brought my face close to her waiting womanhood. She was beautiful. Red wisps of hair covered her pussy and thin pink lips protruded outward. It was better than I had ever imagined it. My face grew near and my nostrils drew in her scent emanating from her warm and wet pussy. My tongue stuck out just far enough to tough the tip of it to her lips, before retracting. I gently touched them to my lips and lightly kissed them.

“Come darling, you know what a woman needs. Spread my lips with your fingers and dive your tongue in. Run it up and down from my vagina to my clit and work on my clit.”

I pressed my fingers against her lips and opened her up, revealing the pink flesh, now covered in a sheen of her juices. My tongue ran up and down as she instructed, lightly at first, then with more pressure. As her lips parted on their own, I could now run the entire flat top part of tongue against the entire length of her slit. Her vaginal opening supplied my taste buds with its juices, which I then carried up to her clit, before circling it with my tongue. I worked the base of her clit, lifting it up and could feel her hips spasm in pleasure. Her pubic hair tickled the underside of my nose as I looked up to see her breasts rise and fall. Her breasts were turned upward, her nipples hard and her head rested back with her mouth open. I watched both hands reach over, cup, then caress her breasts and pull and pinch her nipples.

Eating her out was beginning to excite me too. I loved running my tongue between her lips and running over her clit. I loved watching her writher with pleasure and I diving my tongue inside her opening, scooping out the bittersweet juice.

“Finger me, darling. Stick your fingers in me.” I pressed the tips of two fingers to her opening and they slid inside, then run them in and out and watched the thin membrane of her opening wrap around my fingers as it rode them in and out.

Both of her hands reached down to the back of my head pressed my mouth hard against her. I could hardly move, but knowing what she wanted, attacked her clit with my tongue in a fury. Her hips began to move forward and back and she began to moan. “Oh dear, you do that so well. I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

I pulled my head away from her pussy to see that it was soaked in her wetness. Her vagina was open and spasmed forward and back, shockwaves of her orgasm as white juices trickled out the bumps of her pink flesh. I could feel the coolness on my cheeks and knew that they two were equally coated with her juices.

“Come here my darling.” She said as she opened her hands and placed them on the sides of my head and me pulled me to her. She turned her head and locked her mouth on mine. Her tongue slid inside my mouth then around my lips, mouth and anywhere her juice could be found, then returned back inside my mouth. She grabbed my hand then looked at me as she took the two fingers I had inside her and sucked them clean. She lowered her hands around my back and pulled me to her, holding me tight so our breasts flattened against each other and our sweaty bodies touching from hip to mouth and we engaged in a long, deep, passionate kiss.

“That was good my darling, but I need more. I need you now.” She stood up and then laid down on her back on the bed. “Come here my darling, lay on top of me.” I began to lay on her when she stopped me. “No, not that way. Turn around in a 69 position.” My hips straddled her head and I laid down across her torso. She brought her legs up. “Put your arms over my legs.” I did so, and my weight held her legs up and her pussy wide open. “Now drop your pussy to my mouth.” She said, as she pushed my knees outward, lowering my hips. I could feel my lips touch hers, then her tongue snaked out and ran the length of my slit. I was soaking wet and could feel my wetness and knew she could taste as her tongue ran over my pussy.

I looked down at her gaping pussy and returned to working on her clit. To my surprise, my Baby came around, his cock bouncing up and down and pressed it into her opening. I watched it slide into her, back out, then slide back in as I worked on her clit.

I ankara escort felt the bed depress slightly, then felt something on my ass cheek as it ran against my skin and towards my pussy. It felt like the head of cock and it slid inside my opening. I felt the pressure of a man against my hips and they he thrust into me, his cock riding up inside my pussy while the woman underneath was working my clit. God it felt good. All this while watching my man sink his cock into this woman was beyond anything I have ever imagined. The man riding me went faster and harder and I knew he was going to cum soon. I could feel his cock swell inside me, then shoot its load as her tongue worked my clit and I had to raise my head off her pussy as I came hard.

The semi-hard cock slid out of me, only to be replaced by her tongue as she dove in to eat the cream pie he left behind in me. Meanwhile, my man began to thrust hard and shot his load inside her. I loved watching him squint, thrust fast, then scream and moan with pleasure.

With a slap of her hand against my ass, she pronounced. “Off, darling.” And I lifted my head and rolled back off her.

I saw the other guy standing there, his cock semi-hard, catching his breath.

“Darling, looks like my man needs some help. Why don’t you suck his cock to make it hard.”

I looked down at his cock, then lowered my mouth and took it inside. I tasted both his and my juices, which turned me on even more. Soon, his cock began to swell in my mouth as it sprung back to life. He fell back on the bed with his cock pointing skyward.

“Why don’t you ride my man?” the woman said. Taking her suggestion, I scooted up and straddled him, then grabbed his cock and placed it on my opening. My knees slid across the bed as my hips sank down and his cock rose up inside me.

“Ohhhh.” I exclaimed. His cock felt so good. After the excitement of fucking, then making love to another woman, I was the height of passion. I leaned forward, felling the cock move out, then sat back on it to feel it ride up deep inside me. I repeated this over and over, riding the cock as he reached up to grab and hold my tits.

Meanwhile, the woman moved behind me and I could feel pressure against my asshole, then something pop inside and wiggle around. It was her finger. Damn that felt good, a cock pumping in and out of my pussy while a finger poked in and out of my ass. Soon, one or two other fingers joined in my ass and I could feel my sphincter being stretched. Off to the side, I could see my Baby with his cock in his hand, stroking it with some type of fluid or lubricant. I closed my eyes and focused on my pussy and asshole, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure I was receiving.

The fingers slid out of my ass and I felt something else bump on my cheek. It bumped again as my Baby approached from behind. Holding his cock out, he guided it into my asshole as I rode back, then thrust it in. The sudden stretching caused me to pause for a moment, then I felt my hole stretch further as his cock was shoved up my ass. I slowly backed down, now with two cocks inside me. So long a fantasy, I was now enjoying to men at the same time while another woman watched. I moved forward and as I moved back and the two cocks pressed deep inside me, an orgasm instantly shot threw me and I screamed out. I could feel my pussy tighten, yet get slippery as it filled with my juices. I stopped but the guy underneath raised his hips and continued to fuck my pussy while my man rode my ass hard. Both now went at different intervals and I could feel their cocks run up inside me, sometimes together, sometimes one went in as the other ran out. I have never felt anything like before. My entire loins and ass were ready to explode in lust, juices from my pussy now ran down the guy’s cock and my nipples could have cut glass. They rode me and when I could, rode them. I don’t know if I had one long orgasm, two or three. All I knew is that I was screaming, moaning, oblivious to the rest of the world. All I knew was that the cocks inside me turned me on like nothing else in the past.

As I pumped forward, the guy’s cock fell out my wet pussy. I was so engulfed with my orgasm I had no idea he had just come. Meanwhile, my Baby continued to ride my ass, grabbing my waist and thrusting me forward and back over his cock until in a couple of thrusts and grunts, he squirt inside me and went limp.

My baby got off me and I rolled over on the bed. I could barely breathe and my heart thumped in my neck and my ears. I felt faint and light headed. It took me about five minutes to regain my composure, during which time the couple had gotten dressed and left.

“Oh my God! That was something else. I can’t believe what we just did.” I said.

“Did you like it?” Baby said sarcastically.

I laughed. I’m going to be rubbing myself for years to come just thinking about what happened.”

I lifted my head to look around. “Where did they go?”

“They left” I said.

“Really?”

“Yes.

“Who were they?” I asked.

“Don’t know.”

I looked at my Baby sternly.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“They answered my Craigslist ad.”

“So you don’t know anything about them?”

“No.”

“What were their names?”
“Don’t know,” my Baby said.

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Chrissy the Slut Ch. 01

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For those that commented so nicely on my previous Prequel about Chrissy, this is the beginning of the story I wrote first. It is quite a long tale and will be slow to edit and tidy but be patient it will come.

As with my other story’s this is set in a fictional world where there are no nasty diseases and no unwanted pregnancy.

I am a total amateur at this and write purely for my own pleasure, I know that my Grammar is not great and there will be mistakes if that’s a problem for you read no further I could use someone to edit these tales but why waste someone else’s time.

I welcome comments as long as they are constructive, if you want to leave abusive messages about something offered to you for no charge then also feel free I won’t hold it against you after all the world would be dull without morons to brighten the day.

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I have been single now for around a year, my second marriage had failed, apparently I had spent too much time at work. Strangely up to this point being single hadn’t bothered me or even crossed my mind. I had found a nice old Victorian sea front flat, I had the top two stories of the building, it had a large balcony and across the road there was only the shingle beach and the Sea opposite me, I spent some time doing up my new pad and spent the winter watching old films and working.

The change of seasons if you can spot the difference between a British winter and spring changed my mind set. The lighter and milder evenings meant I didn’t want to sit in my flat watching films and TV, I started to slowly join the outside world again at first out walking around the harbour and sea front still alone. But at some point I started to miss having someone to talk to, work colleagues don’t count as let’s be honest when they ask how you are they don’t actually want to know, with this in mind I started to get out more often in the evenings and weekends. Sitting in local bars soaking up the atmosphere, from the outside I guess people watching, having moved to this area following my marriage and working up in and around London I knew no one in what was now my home town at least I thought I didn’t.

One Friday evening spring now having turned in to what was forecast to be a good summer, I showered and changed then wandered down to a Pub on the Harbour wall, I settled in with a cold pint to watch the world go by listening to other people’s worries and dreams. I was pleasantly passing an hour or so and somewhere during my third pint I heard “Hey I haven’t seen you for ages”.

I looked up to see firstly some very long legs closely followed by a short denim skirt. I still keenly remember the four big brass buttons up the front of the skirt. Suddenly realising that I wasn’t looking in the right direction I raised my eyes to see one of my ex-wife’s friends. The last time I had seen Christina she was about 18 and hung around on the edge of the group of friends my ex and I were part of, she was younger than the rest of us with my ex being 24 and I being the oldest at 35 at the time.

When she was 18 Chrissy had evolved from a shy girl almost invisible to something else. She was always something to look at with long legs and nearly always short skirts but shortly after meeting her, marriage and work meant moving on and I had lost touch with the whole group.

And now we are 5 years further on, she was around 5’10” and had filled out a little to a very shapely size 12 she looked great, better than great she was absolutely gorgeous, stunning in fact. The long legs were complimented by what appeared to be a very fine C Cup tits covered by a black and white halter neck top. I could clearly see the prominent lumps her nipples made showing the absence of a bra, long thick wavy chestnut hair and a cute smile topped off the whole package.

Finally realising I was staring I managed a stammered greeting and offered her a drink in all honesty I was expecting her to have something else to do or someone else to see, but she accepted my offer and asked for a very ladylike pint of lager.

Sat next to her we caught up on old times laughed over the past adventures of some of our mutual friends, although I remember almost none of this early conversation, sat as she was I could not help but notice that her skirt now that she was sitting down was very close to exposing her panties, it did cover her but my mind was begging for it to ride up just a little more.

We continued to chat and I continued to pray that the skirt would expose a little more, it however stubbornly refused to move. The clock was ticking and I hoped to see a little more before the pub closed and we went our separate ways, finally the bell was rung to signal last orders, we finished our drinks and I followed Christina out of the pub. We walked along the harbour wall back towards the taxi rank, I hadn’t up until this point thought that this was any more than a pleasant evening in the company of some very nice thighs which mersin escort I had been studying for some time, subtly I hoped.

Chrissy then surprised me again by suggesting a small club and a few more drinks the club was only a few minute walk from where we were, having already had probably more than I was used to and with the possibility of studying those thighs some more how could I refuse, paying for entry and grabbing a couple of shots as well as beers, we perched on a sofa in the corner and carried on from where we had left off in the pub. This was Chrissy talking with me making the occasional comment while trying to get a better view up her skirt, she mentioned that she was single again and would not be able to be too late home as she was staying at her mum’s until she could find her own place.

The noise of the club meant that we had to lean in closer to hear each other, but after a while I moved to stretch my leg which I had been sort of sat on sitting sideways on the sofa, as I stretched and leant back I finally got that peak up the skirt. I had spent most of the evening fantasising about what would they be, a thong or maybe some sexy black lace but they were neither, from my new angle I could see a smooth bare pussy there was nothing under the skirt at all other than a shaved bare and glistening pussy.

Now even in the dim lighting of the club I could see almost every detail from the fleshy lips to the smooth skin, my trousers were suddenly feeling very tight, Chrissy was talking but not wanting to lose my view I didn’t lean forwards again so I couldn’t hear a word.

At some point I had been rumbled, Chrissy didn’t move away but she looked at me with a quizzical smile her eyebrows raised, I think we were both waiting for each other to say something, being male I had no idea what I should say having been caught looking at a young friend’s pussy so I adopted the only defence mechanism I had learnt while being married. I apologised and awaited my scolding, what I got was Chrissy grabbing me, pulling me forward and sticking her tongue down my throat which I have to be honest was a bit surprising. And after what was probably only a second or two my mind switched on and I gave as good as I got with the tongue wrestling, I had eventually (I am a little slow) realised I may be in with a shout of some more of this, even if I did think it may be alcohol fuelled. After a few minutes of kissing I suggested going back to my place as it’s just around the corner and we can talk more there, I was hoping not too much talking though if I’m honest.

The walk to my flat wasn’t far not even ten minutes’ if all you do is walk, however our walk took considerably longer nearly an hour and that hour has changed my life for ever.

As I said I live on the Sea front literally right opposite the Sea, as we walked away from the club I offered a to get a Kebab, it seemed like the gentleman like thing to do and I wanted to keep my energy up I was hoping for some more of the tongue wrestling after all. Standing close after ordering our Kebab with several of the shops staff only separated by a glass fronted chiller unit Chrissy again leant in for some more kissing. She held my hand and placed my right hand on the inside of her thigh I could feel myself trembling knowing how close I was to her bare pussy, not looking down but knowing I must be mere millimetres from that warm flesh. I was very aware of where I was and I didn’t dare move I didn’t want to ruin what was looking like a very promising night.

We continued to kiss very passionately now with my brain screaming with how close I was to her pussy, this was the first point that I was completely surprised, Chrissy broke off the kiss leant back a little and looked down at my hand then back at my face she smiled reached down and lifted her skirt.

Now as I said it was a denim skirt and when she lifted the skirt it turned inside out and stayed up being stiff denim, leaving her pussy completely free of any cover, with her back to the shop staff only I could see as her coat was covering her from behind, she then kissed me again and pushed my hand onto her pussy.

Now this was totally new to me I am stood in a Kebab shop with a hot and younger woman baring herself to me. I am not that slow so took full advantage by slipping my finger between her pussy lips and finding out that she was warm and very wet, being close against me my hand was hidden from view so I explored the wet pussy from the top of her slit to the bottom. With very wet fingers I started to circle on her hard clit which I could feel very easily I could feel her moving gently on my finger and knew that I had found the right spot. As she pushed back against my hand, my mind is focused on her and I start to forget the situation and enjoy the moment. I have never been as hard as I was now, I felt her rub her palm across my cock which was now making my Jeans very kocaeli escort uncomfortable.

“Chilli Sauce, Salad?” I heard from behind the counter pulling me back to where I was, at this point the next surprising moment happened. Chrissy turned and leant against the glass chiller cabinet to direct the guy with what salad and sauce she wanted, now I had been drinking and so had she, I know that’s my excuse for not realising straight away. Having turned to face the glass her skirt had not dropped back down, like I said it was denim and fairly stiff, Chrissy now stood with her bare pussy almost touching the glass while chatting about Mayo and red cabbage. At this point I’m not sure if the guy can see, but when she said “Oh and a can of Lilt please”, the guy ducked down and reached into the chiller cabinet. From where I stood I could see him as clear as a bell and his face was a picture, he was on the same level as her pussy which I know was very wet he could probably see that as well, he hovered for a few seconds but then reluctantly stood back up.

I at this point have never been so turned on it was a totally new experience for me, unsure if she knew or not I without thinking said “a can of lilt for me as well please”. I saw the smile on the corner of his mouth as he ducked back down and into the chiller. Up until now we were the only customers I guess because we left the club early but behind us came a group of 4 lads all around 18 I guess. Once the Kebab man passed our food after we had paid him Chrissy thanked him, I was still a bit dazed.

She then turned and left the shop still exposed, although her coat had flapped over and covered her a little, not enough though as the 4 lads got a flash of her bare pussy as she walked towards the door, Chrissy said “come on it’s a warm night let’s eat on the beach”.

Typically for the Kent coast we have mainly shingle beaches there are some sandy bays but further away, so we sat on the Stoney beach and ate, it was semi dark as we are just off the footpath with streetlights behind us, my head is still spinning over what had just happened in the Kebab shop as I ate.

Chrissy asked if I enjoyed it, I thought she meant the Kebab but she laughed and said “no stupid the fun in the shop”, apparently she had known what she was doing the whole time and said she loved to play games and tease people. And she had started the evening with the intention of teasing and flashing someone I assured her she had done that alright with a smile.

We had finished eating and Chrissy got straight back into the kissing, although she now tasted of Donna Kebab. I was as horny as hell and decided to enjoy this as it may be the last opportunity, she had after all admitted that she liked to play games, well if it was only for a short time I may as well make the most of it, laying back on the stones her coat open I looked down and reached for that short skirt. The big Brass buttons where shining in the street light, rather than lift her skirt I undid the bottom of the 4 buttons looking up at her to see the reaction. She smiled and looked back at me, looking into her eyes I slid my hand to the next button, again no reaction so undone it came. A quick peep down to see what was on show was disappointing, bloody stiff denim was stubbornly not moving, back to her eyes as I moved to the third button, again no reaction so again undone, her skirt now only held by the one waist button had finally parted a little and I could see in the dim light the pale smooth skin of her pussy again.

Now I have always been a people watcher and a Voyeur I love to see, and I wanted to see how far this would go, Chrissy’s top button was asking to be undone so I felt I should oblige. Again looking into her eyes I slipped my fingers up until I gripped the last button, I slipped it undone and the skirt fell away to both sides. We kiss again and again my fingers parted the folds of her now exposed again fleshy pussy and I quickly found her wetness.

Now it’s always difficult to use both hands and kiss when lying down so the kissing stopped as I reach for her top. So far because of the easy accessibility of her Pussy I haven’t really thought about exploring other areas, but now we are alone even if it’s on a beach four steps from the foot path. So I think to myself let’s keep going and see how far I will be allowed to go. I am kind of kneeling over her with my left hand alternating between slipping my fingers up and down her wet slit and circling her clit, she has now closed her eyes and is grinding her pussy into my hand.

I am almost holding my breath as I slowly and gently pull the bow on her halter neck, as it loosens she lifts her head to enable me to pull if from around her. I am still playing with her pussy slipping first 2 then 3 fingers into her dripping pussy, with my other hand I pull the front of her top down and uncover her truly perfect tits, they are samsun escort firm, pert and the nipples are as hard as small pebbles. I look down at her almost completely naked body except for her top around her waist. She is pushing back at my hand as I slip her a 4th finger and take a nipple between my lips, sucking it in hard as she almost breaks my fingers as she comes on my hand.

She is still pushing her pussy into my hand as she finally releases my swollen cock from my Jeans and slowly rubs up and down the length of my cock. I am so glad she is being gentle as I’m close to coming before she even starts stroking me, at this point I am on my knees sliding 4 fingers into a very wet and sticky pussy hole whilst she strokes my cock.

I hadn’t taken much notice of anything other than her body for what was probably only 15 – 20 minutes but a movement caught my eye, I looked round to see the four teenagers from the Kebab shop sitting quietly on a bench maybe 2 metres away. Now they couldn’t see everything as my back was towards them and hiding some of Chrissy, but I was positive they could see something and absolutely positive they knew what we were doing. Chrissy pulled me down to her and said “lay down I want to taste you”, I was kind of trying to say the guys are over there when she said “I know they have been there for a while”. We swapped places with me laying on my back and Chrissy shrugged off her coat, she had her back towards the young guys with her top around her waist and her skirt laying on the ground, she leant forwards and took my cock into her mouth.

By leaning forward, she had to be offering a great view of her open and somewhat stretched pussy to the guys behind her, her skirt now discarded on the beach and her perfect tits hang down, I would love to say that I took my time over this sexy scene, but I had been celibate for over a year and teased for what seemed like hours, Chrissy slid my cock to the back of her throat once, twice and the third time I came what felt like a bucketful which she swallowed without hesitation.

After I had gotten over the week knees, she stood up putting her coat back on and she put her skirt in her pocket. Taking my hand, she waved at the young guys, 2 of which I am sure were wanking in their pocket. I lead her along the path and towards my flat, which was very close only a few minutes away, while we walked I kept looking sideways she had made no attempt to cover up and by the time I got home I could already feel my cock stiffening due to the outstanding view.

We got into my flat and although now it was late just after 2 AM I didn’t want the evening to end, I made coffee and we sat on my bright red leather sofa, Chrissy had removed her coat and now sat with her top around her middle like a belt, with the light on I could now see clearly all that I had only seen in dim lighting before, she was sitting back and brazenly showing off her body, her tits where topped with neat hard nipples, she has obviously freshly shaven her pussy, which is just how I like them, she had long fleshy Labia which were still parted giving me a perfect view of her pink and glistening pussy.

I managed to drink most of my coffee before needing to get back to the task in hand, it was like being a teenager again with my cock stiffening so soon after emptying itself down her throat we groped and kissed and as Chrissy slipped to the floor between my legs she again took my cock into her mouth, this time I had more control and could enjoy the sensation. She was good, firm but not rough she slid up and down my pole while stroking my balls, every now and then she took me deep into her throat I expected her to gag but she didn’t and took me all the way until her lips were pressed into my pubes before releasing me again.

I was getting close again and I so wanted to fuck her I gently pushed her away and onto the floor, kneeling between her legs I leant in and we kissed again, I slowly kissed my way down her body taking each nipple into my mouth before continuing on down, I needed to give myself some time to move away from the edge of coming again.

I kissed her thighs having spent so long looking at them earlier it was so good to now be pushing them apart, I kissed her thighs again before tasting her for the first time, my tongue lapping her already wet hole, I spread her pussy wide with my fingers and look down at her wet pussy before burying my face into her wetness, licking her folds and finally holding her wide open my tongue circled her clit.

As I flicked her clit with my tongue she grabbed my hair and pulled my face hard into her, I could hardly breathe but I was in heaven. Chrissy was wriggling and heaving as she finally screamed and came, it was no good I could wait no longer I moved up her body, and slid my cock into her soaked pussy. With one thrust I was balls deep and again in heaven I had no control and fucked her without mercy banging her hard she pushed back and I came with one last thrust deep inside her and collapsed on top of her totally spent.

At some point we had both recovered enough to get into bed where we fell asleep. I know I must have had the hugest grin on my face as I slept after what had been a great night, and little did I know that it was the first night of many.

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This story contains sexual acts including oral sex, anal sex, threesomes, cum eating, toy play, and some guy on guy sex. If any of this offends you, you have been warned. If you have an open mind, please enjoy and let me know what you think.

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Penny and I have been dating for a long time now. Like every couple, we started things out slowly with everything. It was always a battle to decide what movie to go see, where to eat, or what else to do. Unfortunately, sex was the same way. The sex was great, don’t get me wrong, but it was always the same. We would start out with oral sex now and then, but it was pretty much missionary position during sex. She had a pretty bland past when it came to sex, and was hesitant to bring new things up because of the way her ex-boyfriends made her feel about it. I have been lucky, I guess, and most of my exes were very experimental in bed.

After some time, I began to slowly share some of my exploits with her in an attempt to get her to loosen up, and to show her it was ok to enjoy sex. I started off mild by telling her about some of my first experiences in anal sex, and using toys on my exes. As she began to feel more and more relaxed, she started to trust me enough to open up too. I still remember the night she came out, and started asking me questions about anal sex. I could tell she was interested, but until she asked for it, I was not going to press the issue. I wanted it to be completely her idea, and the last thing I wanted was to scare her back to being guarded. As time went on, we talked about it more and more. With each conversation about it, she got more and more excited. Finally, she timidly told me she wanted to try it.

“Ok, I kind of want to try anal sex.” She said. “But, I am afraid of it hurting.”

“We will use plenty of lube, and I will go really slowly. If it starts to hurt, just let me know and I will wait for you to adjust.” And, we did just that.

She and I both really enjoyed everything that lead up to me taking her ass for the first time. I took my time loosening her up with a well lubed finger before I even started trying to slide my cock into her. The whole night seemed to last forever as she lay over the side of my bed, and took inch after inch of my cock until I was finally inside her. Eventually, she was relaxed enough for me to fuck her without hurting her. I continued fucking her ass until I was ready to cum, and I buried my cock inside of her and emptied my balls. To this day, she still enjoys me fucking and cuming in her ass.

Since our first time went so good, I began to share more things with her. I told her about using toys on my exes while I went down on them, about one using a vibrator on my ass as she sucked my dick, and eventually, I told her about one ex that used a strap-on on me. Every time I shared something new, we would end up talking about it for a while before we incorporated it into our sex life. It was always the same with each new topic. I would bring a topic up over a heated conversation through text messages or instant messaging. Soon, we would begin fantasizing about incorporating our new idea into our sex life. Eventually we ended up incorporating everything from my past, and things one or the other of us just wanted to try.

The first thing I got to experience for the first time with her was eating my own cum. During one of our chat sessions I brought up a time where I accidently tasted my cum when kissing down a girlfriend’s body after she had been sucking my dick. As I kissed back down her body, I tasted something on her chest. It took me a second to realize I had just ate some of my precum off of her. Rather than being grossed out, it turned out that the idea strangely excited me. I never could get up the courage to ask a girl to try it with me, but Penny helped me through that.

“I noticed that you never had a problem kissing me after you came in my mouth.”

“Not at all.” I said, trying to come off as confident. “I actually look forward to kissing you after. There is always the taste of cum left in your mouth.”

“I’m sorry.” She said. “I try to make sure I swallow all of it so you don’t taste it.”

I assured her it was ok, and this led to her asking me if I would like to try more of it. We talked and talked about different ways I could try more, and the way that turned us both on the most was for me to lick it off of her breasts. She loved me giving attention to her nipples and breasts anyway, so this was a win for the both of us. The next time she was giving me a blowjob, I had her lay on the bed while I stood beside it. She sucked my dick like the many times before, but this time I pulled out just before I got ready to cum, and I sprayed my cum all over both of her D-cup breasts. I quickly bent down and began to slurp all of my cum off of her chest. Mouthful after mouthful, I swallowed adana escort every bit I scooped up until her chest was free of any cum. Much like anal sex, that was not the last time this was to happen. We even tried multiple other ways of me eating my cum, to include her spitting it back in my mouth after a blowjob and me eating it from her ass after cuming inside her.

After that experience, it was just about free game for trying new things for either one of us. As the weeks and months went by we bought an assortment of dildos and vibrators to include in our play. Every new idea that one of us came up with that we wanted to try was just like the first time all over again. We would spend days and weeks texting, chatting, and emailing details back and forth. It was always easier for us to share if we didn’t have to actually say it out loud.

As we got used to involving the dildos and vibrators into our normal play, we began to consider pushing things to the next step. I liked seeing the dildos slide in and out of her pussy while I was sucking on her clit, and I knew Penny liked the feeling too. One day I finally brought up the subject of bringing another guy into our play.

“You know how we like using the dildos?” I asked. “Have you ever given any thought to having a threesome with another guy?”

“Sure, I mean … I have thought about it, but I don’t know …” she hesitantly responded.

From there, we began to talk about it in the majority of our conversations. We even acted some out while we were having sex, with the dildos playing the part of the other guy. I told her things that I wanted to try, and she shared things that sparked her interest. I wanted the guy to fuck her from behind while she and I were in a ’69’ position with me sucking on her clit. I wanted her on her knees in front of us sucking both of our dicks. I also wanted to eat his cum off of her body. She liked being filled up, and she wanted to be sandwiched between us with him fucking her ass while I fucked her pussy. She also wanted to be fucked from behind while the other one of us fucked her mouth. Eventually, we actually got up the nerve to post a Craigslist add to find the right guy.

Over the course of a couple weeks, we narrowed down an overwhelming response to one guy, John, that we thought would be the best fit for us. We sent pictures back and forth along with emails detailing what we were interested in, and he did the same. John was around our age, in decent shape, but was pretty much average, just like we were. From the pictures he sent, his cock was about the same size as mine, so we knew she would have no problem taking it up her ass. The three of us decided to meet the following Friday for dinner, and move our party to a local hotel room for the rest of the night, and maybe the weekend.

We all dressed casual to make sure that we were comfortable with one another before we jumped into things. We got to the restaurant a little bit before John, and were already seated by the time he arrived. Since Penny was already sitting when he got there, John simply sat down beside her when he joined us. We were a little bit nervous about everything, so dinner started with everyone ordering an alcoholic drink to take some of the nervousness off, and it worked perfectly. We chatted throughout dinner as though we were just friends hanging out, but we all knew exactly what was going to happen later. By the time dinner was over, we were all comfortable with each other enough that we were ready to hit the hotel room. John followed us over in his car, which gave Penny and I time to talk about it.

“So, are you excited?” I asked her.

“I am very excited, but I am still a little bit nervous.”

“It’s ok; I think everything will be fine once we are in the room together.” I said, “I can’t wait to see you taking both of our cocks!”

“Ooo, that sounds nice baby.”

We were only ten minutes away from the hotel, but it seemed to take forever to get there, with what was planned. We had already checked into the hotel earlier so we wouldn’t have to stop at the front desk on this trip in. John pulled in and parked beside us, and we all headed up to our room. As we entered the room, Penny excused herself to the bathroom to change into the lingerie I picked out for her earlier. I mixed us all another drink while John and I chatted, waiting on her to return. We took a seat on the couch with our drinks a few moments before Penny came walking out of the bathroom. She was wearing a black and purple bustier that drew attention to her 36D breasts. Below that was a matching thong, and garter belt attached to black thigh-highs. Topping off the outfit was a pair of shiny black high heels that made her calves and ass look amazing as she walked across the room.

I could feel my dick growing hard in eskişehir escort my pants as I watched her approach us on the couch. I almost forgot about John being there until I felt him shift on the couch too. He was obviously becoming aroused by her appearance also. She didn’t say a word to either one of us, and simply took a seat on the couch between us, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. As we sat speechlessly, she picked up her drink and took a sip.

Finally, John broke the silence. “You look amazing!”

“Thank you!” she replied. “But, I feel a little underdressed with both of you still fully clothed.”

With that, I told her she should help John get out of his pants so his cock would have room to grow. I watched as Penny and John stood up in front of the couch and began to caress each other. Penny began moving to her knees as she fumbled with John’s belt and zipper. She pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion to let his cock spring free. She wrapped her hand around his growing cock, and slowly started to stroke it. She looked at me as if to ask for permission before moving forward to take it into her mouth. I nodded, and watched as she worked every inch of his dick into her mouth before moving back off of it. Once it was completely hard, his dick was about 7 inches long, and was fairly thick.

I watched her for a moment before standing up and removing my clothes as well. I walked up beside them and pushed my dick into her view. She knew I wanted her to suck it, which she was happy to do. With both of our dicks hard, I told her to move to the bed so we could continue playing.

I had her pull her panties off before putting her on her back on the bed. She propped herself up on a couple pillows and resumed sucking John’s dick while I moved between her legs. I nibbled and licked the inside of her thighs, making my way up to her already wet pussy. She gasped around John’s dick when my tongue finally made contact with her excited clit. As I tongued her pussy and clit, I looked up her body to watch her alternate between sucking his dick and his balls. She would suck each ball one at a time while she continued to stroke his dick. Her saliva coated the entire length, making it shimmer in the light. I continued to eat her pussy until I felt her body tense up and shudder from her first orgasm of the night.

As she came down from her orgasm, I moved from between her legs and lay on my back on the bed so she could ride my dick. She crawled on top of me and sank all the way down on my dick in one quick motion. We kissed passionately as she slowly started gyrating on my dick. John took this as his cue to get ready to fuck her ass. He moved around us, and I could feel him moving into position behind her. He got on his hands and knees, and let a little bit of his saliva drop onto her puckered asshole. I knew right away, he would soon have his tongue buried in her asshole. I reached around her and spread her cheeks open to make it easier for him. He began his assault on her ass with his tongue, just like I had worked on her pussy.

I lost track of everything until I felt him moving again so he could fuck her ass. My entire focus moved to what was happening behind her. I made sure to keep her ass pulled wide so his dick would slide in easily. Then, I felt the head of his dick sliding around my fingers as he started pushing it against her hold. I held still as I felt him start to slide into her ass. I could fill his dick sliding next to mine as it made its way in.

It was an incredible feeling that I could never begin to describe. Even though we had done similar things with our dildos, there was no substitute for knowing that it was a real dick sliding into her with me.

We quickly fell into a rhythm of fucking her. As he pulled out, I pushed in. And, as he pushed in, I pulled out of her. We fucked her hard for several minutes, and were able to give her a second orgasm. This one was even stronger than the first, and I have to assume it was due to her pussy and ass being filled with cock.

After a bit, John moved onto his back so that Penny could ride him while she sucked my dick. I grabbed the side of her head, and fucked her mouth, occasionally making her gag slightly on my cock. After all of the stimulation, it didn’t take long before I was ready to cum, but I didn’t want to cum in her mouth. Without John stopping, I quickly moved behind them and slid my dick all the way in her ass in one quick push. A few pumps later, and I slammed deep inside her as I began to cum.

As my dick began to shrink, I had John stop fucking Penny so she and I could get into a ’69’ position. She didn’t have the concentration to continue sucking my dick, but I quickly latched onto her clit while John started sliding back into her pussy. I knew he wouldn’t last long, so sakarya escort I worked hard on her clit as he slammed in and out of her pussy. As he fucked her hard, it caused my cum to start leaking from her ass and running around his dick. As it started to run under her pussy, I began to lick and suck it up off of them. I watched as his balls began to draw up in preparation for his quickly approaching orgasm. He pulled out of her and began jerking his dick within inches of my face, aiming it at her ass and pussy. His first shot of cum sprayed across her ass and quickly started to run down as he continued cuming. His remaining shots landed on her ass, her pussy, and my face. When he was finally done, her well fucked pussy and ass were coated in cum, along with some of my face. He then moved down to start licking her cum covered ass while I continued to work on her clit. Our licking was enough to push her into one more orgasm before she finally collapsed on top of me.

Exhausted, we moved so that we could all lie on the bed with Penny in the middle. Her lingerie was spotted with cum and sweat, but it was an incredibly hot reminder of everything we had just done. I drifted off to sleep replaying everything over and over in my mind, but I knew I wanted more after I was rested. At that point, I could only hope that Penny would as well.

The next morning I woke to find Penny and John already gone. I heard the water running in the bathroom, and assumed Penny was cleaning up. In a few minutes, I found out I was wrong when John came walking out of the bathroom in only a towel.

“I hope you don’t mind,” John said. “I wanted to wash up a bit.”

“Not at all. In fact, I think I will do the same thing.” I replied. “Make yourself comfortable.”

As I washed myself clean in the shower, I couldn’t help but think of last night. My dick started to grow hard while I was daydreaming, but my focus returned when I heard the door shut to the room. I finished rinsing myself off, and started getting out of the shower. After the water was turned off, I started hearing some noises coming from outside the bathroom. I quickly realized that the sounds I heard were of Penny and John grunting and moaning. I wrapped a towel around myself after drying off, and exited the bathroom.

The sight that welcomed me when I walked out of the bathroom was incredibly hot. John had Penny’s hands held behind her back, her pants were around her ankles, she was bent forward with her chest pinned to the wall, and he was already pushing his dick into her pussy from behind. He was pounding into her hard with every stroke. With his free hand, he would hold her hips steady, and occasionally slap her on the ass.

I watched for a moment before I couldn’t resist joining them. I made my way between Penny’s legs so that I was sitting on the floor between. I began sucking and biting her engorged clit as John kept slamming into her. Every time he pulled out of her, her pussy lips grabbed and pulled at his dick as if trying to keep it inside her. I reached up under her shirt to find her erect nipples. I pinched and pulled her nipples as her breasts bounced with his thrusts. We continued our assault on her body until I could sense her impending orgasm. When she started to quiver, I latched onto her clit and sucked it hard. John’s dick was soaked in her cum as he continued to piston in and out of her. With his pace quickening, I could tell he wouldn’t last much longer. I began to lick the bottom of his dick as it slid out of her pussy to help push him over the edge. A few more thrusts and his cock started twitching inside her pussy. I knew he was pumping a big load deep inside her.

After he finished cuming inside her, John simply pulled out of her and walked away. As soon as he pulled out, Penny’s gaping pussy began to leak their cum. I quickly started licking and sucking her pussy to get every drop of his cum out of her. The combination of their juices was amazing sliding down my throat.

After I finished cleaning her up, I led Penny back to the bed to catch her breath. As she was laying on the bed, John crawled up beside her while I got the coffee and doughnuts that Penny had evidently brought back for us. We all reclined on the bed enjoying our breakfast, and chatted about nothing at all. We played off and on the rest of the day before John had to leave us.

A few weeks went by where Penny and I would reenact the different things we had done with John, but there was one topic that never came up until she finally texted me about it. This was about how John all but jumped her when she came back with the coffee and doughnuts.

“You remember how John was fucking me when you came out of the shower?” She texted me.

“Yeah! That was incredible. What about it?” I answered.

“Well, … I was really turned on by it.”

She didn’t really have to tell me that as I could tell it as soon as I slid between her legs then, but I knew there was something more on her mind. So, I allowed her to continue. She went on to tell me how being restrained by him while he fucked her like that was an amazing feeling for her. I knew right then that we had a new topic to experiment with.

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I haven’t written anything in a while so I decided to start again with this story. Be kind with your criticism, please. This story is a fantasy and never happened and probably never could happen. I wish I had an exciting and random sexual encounter like the main character in the story but I didn’t. This story contains both heterosexual and homosexual acts.

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I tightly pulled my jacket across my chest as I shivered from the breeze whirling through the crumbling old theatre. The air was filled thickly with smoke and the roaring noises of electric guitars and frantic drumming. I had the misfortune of being positioned near a side exit to the concert theatre and so that whenever the door was opened, I was blasted with the cold air from outside. The theatre had a poor heating system due to its old age. Majority of the heat contained inside the building was most likely caused by the people densely packed together in front of the stage.

I was only partially paying attention to the band on stage because I was not quite familiar with their music. I would not have been at this concert if it wasn’t for my friend David. It was his suggestion to go but somehow it was only I that ended up here. Sighing softly to myself, I waited for the current song to end and began to head backwards towards the main exit on the far backside of the theatre. I only made it so far before I accidentally ran straight into a dark-haired older woman, smacking my forehead against hers. Surprised, I lifted up my hand and rubbed the bump on my head. The woman I ran into seemed out of place, she looked like she was in her late thirties or early forties while most of the concert goers were college-aged like myself. She was not dressed like the typical forty year old either, her narrow, black top was held up by tiny straps revealing most of the flesh of her large breasts, which, despite her age, were quite attractive and prominent. Below her waist she was wearing a short black skirt, a thing one would expect someone younger would wear.

“I’m sorry,” the older woman said in a sultry voice. “It’s so crowded in here but don’t worry, there’s plenty of room here for the both of us,” she explained as she scooted up close to me. She must not have realized I was leaving, or perhaps she did and was preventing me, it wasn’t quite clear.

I tried to explain to her that I was trying to reach the exit but before I could say anything, the thunderous sound of rock music resumed and it was impossible for me to get a single word in. I turned my attention back to the stage and decided to wait for the band to finish playing their next song before leaving. As the song played on, I noticed my personal space continuously shrinking as the woman moved closer to me. Eventually, I could feel her nipples, covered by the fabric of her shirt, slightly pressing against my back. It sent shivers down my spine and instantly gave me an erection. I trembled a bit nervously but instead of backing off, the woman moved even closer, pressing her chest further up against myself. Now I was sure that she was doing it intentionally.

The woman leaned her head up close to mind. I could feel her warm breath on the side of my face. Her lips softly whispered into my right ear, “I hope you don’t mind me touching you.” She gently placed one of her hands onto my right shoulder, rubbing it up and down.

I blushed slightly and shook my head negatively. I was not used to cultivating such flirtations from women. I considered myself pretty average looking, short dirty brown hair, a thin build, and dressed in a band shirt and jeans. Not much set me apart from the rest of the crowd at the concert. Admittedly, I did feel a big strange about the whole experience.

The woman continued to press up against me, her right arm moving off of my shoulder and on to my chest. Slowly it trickled downward and made its way to my stomach. She stopped for a bit before eventually continuing to below my waist. When she reached down between my legs, she pressed her hand down on the big erection constrained against the material of my pants, causing me to blush a bright red. Instead of the offended reaction I expected from her, she manipulated her lips into a sly smile. She pushed her hips forward, causing her lower half to grind against my ass. Her head leaned forward and delicately kissed my neck.

I felt my body temperature rising from chilly to steaming hot. I had always been attracted to older women and this was a nearly perfect specimen that was completely into me. It was like something out of a dream. I turned my head around and slowly pushed my face forward. Eventually the tip of my nose connected with hers and our moist lips were only an inch apart. I moved forward fluidly and pushed my lips to hers. I was surprised when, without reluctance, she threw her tongue into my mouth. I massaged it with my own and we remained kissing until the band finished up their song. At that time, I noticed we were getting odd stares from denizli escort the people around us. “Perhaps we should head to a more private place?” I suggested.

The woman nodded her head affirmatively. Gently she extended her hand and took a hold of my left arm. With a slight tug, she began to pull me toward the main entrance of the theatre. She took me outside into the cold air and around the left side of the building to a small alleyway. Almost instantaneously, we picked up where we left off. She pushed me against the concrete wall of the theatre and began to kiss me vigorously.

Our tongues sloshed back and forth between each other’s mouths and I was nearly certain that I would be getting lucky tonight. Unfortunately, I was wrong. We kissed for several minutes but I noticed she started to get a bit anxious. “Is something the matter?” I asked.

The woman shook her head and looked down at her watch. “Oh, I’m sorry. I am afraid I have to go,” she explained to me. “Would you mind walking me to my car?” she requested. Before I could say anything, she took my arm and led me towards the parking lot a few blocks down. Perhaps noticing the disappointment in my face, she pulled my arm close to her so that my body pressed up against her own. In a compassionate tone, she explained to me, “My husband doesn’t like it when I am out too late.”

“H-husband?” I managed to stutter in a surprised voice. My face grew even more desperate, turning a pale shade of white. If she was married, then I really didn’t stand a chance, I thought. “I-I’m sorry…” I awkwardly attempted to say.

The woman chuckled at me as we approached the parking lot. “Oh, don’t worry about it, hun. Trust me, he doesn’t mind me having a little fun,” she said with certainty. “I know you were maybe expecting some more tonight and I’m sorry if you are disappointed,” she explained as we reached her car, a beat up old ford. She opened up the door to her car and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. After scribbling something down on the paper, she handed it to me and said, “Here is my phone number. Call me sometime and we can meet up at my place. My name is Heather.”

I nodded and took the piece of paper. “My name is Ben,” I responded. Before she departed, we kissed one more time. My tongue deeply penetrated her mouth and I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly. After a while, she pulled away and climbed into her car. As she drove off, I waved good bye and sighed. The whole event had been quite strange. I put the number into my pocket despite the fact that I didn’t think I would call her.

During the next week I could not get her out of my head. I did not want to call her because it felt strange to me to have any sort of a relationship with an older, married woman. Eventually, five days after the concert, I succumbed to temptation and called the number. It went to a voicemail and so I left a message asking her to call me back. Sure enough, later that night, my phone rang. Excited but nervous, I picked it up and said, “Hello.”

“Hi Ben!” responded the enthusiastic voice of Heather. “I was hoping you would call! How have you been? I have been looking forward to seeing you again,” she said.

“I have been fine,” I responded. “I would like to see you again as well. What would you like to do?”

“I would love to have you over at the house,” explained Heather. “We can have LOTS of fun here, trust me. You will definitely enjoy yourself,” she said in a seductive voice that aroused me instantly. “I am free tomorrow night, if you are up to that.”

I swallowed hard and responded “Yeah… I am free tomorrow night as well. Are you sure it is alright if I come over to your house? I mean, with your husband and everything,” I asked nervously.

“Oh yes,” she said over the phone. “I hope you don’t mind but he will be there when you come over. Don’t worry though! I have already told him about you and he is perfectly fine with it,” Heather said reassuringly. “There is just one thing that I need to mention. If you and I are to have fun, you will have to do a small thing for my husband. Not a big deal, nothing to worry about, but I can’t tell you what it is until you get here,” she said. “I am sorry about this. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, it’s alright,” I said. The thought of her husband being around and asking me to do something for him made me uncomfortable but I had wanted to see her so badly that I didn’t bring it up with her. We talked a little more and she gave me her address and directions to her house. “I will see you tomorrow night,” I eventually concluded. We both hung up our phones.

The next day I thought long and hard about what I would be expected to do for her husband. The idea that seemed most likely to me was that Heather was a prostitute and her husband pimped her out. Another possibility that occurred to me is that they might be drug dealers and were going to try and bribe me diyarbakır escort with sex to do something illegal. Despite these thoughts, I was resolved to go. If I was asked to do something that could get me arrested, then I would simply refuse to do it and leave. Just in case she was a prostitute, I decided to bring one hundred and fifty dollars to barter for her with. I had no idea if that was enough because I have never purchased the services of a prostitute before.

Eventually, the sky grew black and the temperature dropped. Luckily, Heather lived only eight minutes from my home so I was familiar enough with the roads not to have to spy out road signs in the dark. When I arrived at the address she had given me, I stepped out and took a look around. The house and the yard were very small. The property wasn’t kept in terrible condition but it wasn’t nicely kept either. Nervously, I approached the white, wooden door and gave it a firm knock. I was wearing one of my nicest shirts and a new pair of jeans. I wanted to look good for the night.

The door swung open and standing in the entrance was a tall, muscular man. He was clean shaven with short brown hair. He looked a little younger then Heather, possibly in his mid thirties. His facial expression was neutral towards me and with out a hint of emotion in his voice, he turned and yelled, “Heather! He is here.”

Heather walked up next to the man and stood with him at the entrance. “Hey Ben,” she said. “Come on in the house.” She was dressed in a black skirt similar to the one she had worn at the concert but now she had on a tight, white t-shirt. The shirt covered most of her shoulders and arms, much more than the shirt she had worn at the concert, but it still left a lot of cleavage open at the front. The white shirt was also skin tight and made it quite obvious that she was not wearing a bra underneath. “This is my husband Phil,” she said regarding the man who had answered the door.

Nervously, I walked into the house. I made sure I always had at least one eye on Phil. “Thanks for letting me come over,” I said nodding my head at Heather and then Phil. The interior of the house was sparsely decorated. A hall on the right-side led down to a few smaller rooms and on the left side there was a kitchen and living room.

Phil nodded back at me and walked back down the hall and into one of the rooms, leaving me alone with Heather. He was dressed in an old pair of blue jeans and a white tank-top that revealed his large, muscular arms.

“Well,” Heather said smiling at me. “Why don’t you and I sit down for a bit?” She took a hold of my arm and led me to a black leather couch in the living room. Letting go, she slowly plopped down on the right side of the couch. She winked at me and patted the leather next to her.

Following her suggestion, I sat down on the couch. It was not long before I found myself face to face with the beautiful older woman, locking lips. She took my tongue into her mouth and sucked on the tip, an event that sent shivers down my spine. I took a hold of her lower lip and sucked vigorously at it. I was getting hornier and hornier as time went on and eventually I reached a point where I could no longer control myself. One of my hands slid down onto her right breast and gave it a firm squeeze through her shirt.

Heather broke her kiss with me and grabbed my hand with her own, gently lifting it off. She shook her head negatively at me and scolded, “No no. Remember what I told you? Before we can have fun, you have to do something for my husband,” she spoke with resoluteness.

“Oh,” I said in an innocent tone. I had hoped the perhaps I had avoided that whole ordeal but apparently I had not. “Well then, what is it that I have to do for him?” I asked her curiously.

“Well,” Heather said hesitantly. “My husband has a fantasy, you see. He wants to have his dick sucked off by a fine young man such as you,” she explained. “I will fuck your brains out completely if you would be kind enough to give him a blowjob. You don’t have to worry about your reputation. Nothing will leave this household.”

There was an awkward silence after I listened to her. My first reaction was to leave immediately. I even partially sat up but ended up sitting back down again. As more time went on, I rationalized it and it became more and more acceptable. After all, I thought, how bad could it be? I wouldn’t really be gay if I was doing it only to have sex with a hot woman. Finally, I reluctantly agreed to her demands.

Heather sat up from the couch and pulled me up with her. Taking a firm grip of my arm, she led me down the hall into a bedroom where Phil was waiting. With a big grin and a proud look on her face, she climbed on to a big bed in the center of the room with blue sheets and looked at her husband and me.

Phil seemed pretty laid back about the whole thing. Nonchalantly, he nodded his head and stood up from antalya escort the bed where he had been sitting. “You’ve made the right decision,” he said to me. “Now first, I want you to get out of those clothes of yours and then I want you to kneel down on the ground here,” he said as he pointed in front of him.

I hesitated. Heather didn’t tell me I would also have to get naked for him. I gave her a desperate look but she responded by nodding in agreement with her husband. Defeated, I began to unbutton my shirt. Upon finishing, I pulled my left arm through the sleeve and then the right, setting the shirt down next to me. I then pulled both my shoes off and began to unhook my belt. In one full swoop, I pulled down my pants and boxer shorts, leaving me completely naked. My dick, although it had aroused before on the couch, was now flaccid. My cheeks were glowing red as a blushed with embarrassment due my nudity in front of the two near strangers. The couple simply smiled and chuckled a bit. Following Phil’s next instruction, I kneeled down in front of him.

Phil licked his lips hungrily at me. He extended his right hand and ran it across my face gently. “Hmm, your face is quite smooth…” he said to me. One of his fingers slid across my lips. Phil pulled his hand away from my head and scooted up close to me so that his crotch was nearly pressed up against my face. Delicately, he unhooked his belt and pulled the zipper down on his jeans. With a swift tug, Phil’s pants dropped and a large cock fell out onto my face. It was much larger then my own cock, thick and veiny with a long, light-colored shaft and a large, red, pulsating head. The cock slid down my cheek before ending up with the head pressed straight up against my lips.

Nervously, I opened up my mouth and let the head push inside. It did not have a strong taste although I might just have been too distracted to notice it. It did not feel how I expected it would. It was very hard, like a steel rod. I didn’t quite know what to do so I imagined what I would like a girl to do to me if I was receiving head. Slowly, I began to move my mouth back and forth across the head of the cock, letting my lips slip slightly off the end of the head and on to the shaft. I would then pull back and cause my lips to come back across all the way to the very tip.

Phil closed his eyes and leaned his head backwards, letting out a long moan. “You are up to a great start there,” he said in a cheerful tone. “Try using your tongue more. I can tell already that you are going to be a tremendous cock sucker.”

Following Phil’s suggestion, I began to incorporate tongue into my blowjob. As I pulled back on the cock, I would flick my tongue quickly across the tip. I also began to move further and further down the shaft, pulling more and more of Phil’s dick into my mouth. The experience was both degrading and thrilling. Although I felt embarrassed to be sucking Phil’s big dick, it gave a submissive element in me a certain sense of pride when he complimented me. Although shameful, it was raw, sexual and although I am embarrassed to say it, arousing.

As I slurped on her husband’s cock, Heather noticed from her spot on the bed that my previously limp dick was now standing to attention. “This seems to be a mutually pleasurable activity for the both of you,” she chuckled as she pointed out my erect dick. “I guess you must be turned on by sucking cock.”

Phil grinned down at me as I serviced him. Sensing I was embarrassed, he reassured me, “Hey, there is nothing to worry about. You should take advantage of what you enjoy. Nobody is going to find out about it.” Phil interrupted himself with a deep moan. “Unh, why don’t you try going further down my shaft?”

Phil’s words did little to alleviate my embarrassment. Trying my best to push him towards cumming, I began to suck harder. I opened my mouth up wide and swallowed as much of his dick as I could, deep-throating it. The routine of hard sucking and then deep-throating seemed most effective. I also used one of my hands to rub and massage Phil’s testicles, a gesture he seemed to appreciate.

“Oh, WOW,” Phil said as he took in a deep breath. “You’re a natural at this. This is the greatest BJ ever. Oh man, I am going to cum any second now… you better get ready,” he warned.

I noticed that Phil’s cock began to vibrate and shake inside of my mouth. Before I could brace myself, big gobs of cum began shooting from the tip. They tasted salty, warm, and were incredibly sticky. Phil’s cock continued to shoot cum out for what seemed like an unusually long time. When I thought he was finished, I pulled my mouth away from his cock but he was not quite done yet. Several streams of sperm shot out on to my lips, cheeks, and chin.

It was not long after Phil had pulled away that I was pulled up and onto the bed by Heather. Climbing on top of me, she removed her tight, white shirt and let her large, mature breasts fall out right in front of me, jiggling right before my eyes. Although I was somewhat dazed by the experience with Phil, I quickly pulled myself together and began to fondle both of her breasts. I sat up and took one of her breasts in my hand and began to suck on it, flickering my tongue across the long, erected nipple. My left hand probed and squeezed the other breast.

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Note from author: This story involves possible non-consensual sexual relationships….it’s purely fantasy, and for those who find that offensive, please move on. I’m always open to constructive criticism, but that’s for the betterment of the story, not for ‘bashing’. Also, for those who seem to enjoy bringing kids into the mix, it’s not gonna happen. I don’t even find that enjoyable in fantasy. This all relates to a couple who have gotten in over their heads, and will remain on an adult level, not on a foolishly perverted level. For those who seem to continue to read and bash, move on; this is adult erotica, if it’s not your taste, then there’s plenty out there that can entertain you elsewhere! For the many who have expressed enjoyment, thank you!

Chapter Twenty One: Revelations Begin

“Good evening Eddie. Aren’t you going to invite me into your home?”

I hesitated, still in shock that He was there in our doorway. Instant feelings of shame flooded over me, as all of the memories of the time He’d spent on me at the party came bursting into my mind. I stepped aside, motioning for him to come in.

“Eddie, while you are in my presence, you will answer me, properly. And do not forget to call me Master Nick. Now, please invite me into your home for the evening.”

My face flushed, and I knew it was going to be a long evening. “Please, Master Nick…come in to my home.”

The affect of the past few weeks of men using my wife in our own home had had a dramatic impact on me. It had really begun to hit home, and I was settling into such a meek role, so full of humiliation that it had begun to seem natural, the way things had to be for me. Maybe that’s what Master Nick had been waiting for; for me to be so broken down by the time he arrived, that I wouldn’t have any defenses up for His arrival.

He strode past me, setting his bag down beside me as he entered. “Take this up to the bedroom and wait, Eddie. I’ll have a look around, but I expect you to be naked and kneeling in the corner of your bedroom when I enter.”

I humbly followed his directions, as he went on into the house to explore, as well as to collect my wife. I must have been on the floor kneeling naked for 20 minutes before I heard him approach. My wife entered first, and her face was red and flushed. She was still fully clothed, which surprised me. I was aware of my arousal suddenly; the minute I heard them approach, my humbled and lifeless cock had begun to fill. Behind her came in Master Nick. He had a drink in his hand, and was sipping it as he stood beside the woman I love and watched me.

Taking his time, he addressed me. “Eddie, you’re doing very well in all of this, from what I’ve understood as well as seen for myself. For the past month, you’ve watched your loving wife become a whore for our special group; I’ve been in contact with Master Mark, and he’s understanding that it’s time to move you both to a new level. That’s why I’m here. I think you both fully understand that you’re obligated now, to continue to obey; there’s going to be another meeting, soon, and I’m here to prepare you both for that. Up until now, Eddie, you haven’t really been locked down in your private sexual life with your wife.” He knelt down in a superior way before me, still sipping on his drink, forcing me to look into his eyes as he spoke. “I can only imagine how it’s been for you, to know that your wife is a whore for your superiors to use at their leisure; but now it’s time for you to begin to understand that your sexuality, both of yours, is truly under our control.”

He stood up then, and walked back over to where my wife was standing; there he began to casually touch her. His hand was on her face, then her neck; it caressed the outside of her body, coming back up to unbutton the front of her blouse. “It’s also time for you to understand that Mark is just another person in our group; although he’s your Master, and he was the one to bring you in, ultimately you belong to the group. Even Mark doesn’t have full control over what happens to you now. He’s been grooming you for us; that is a role that he is required to fulfill for us.” His words were flooding my mind with fear, even as his hand had now opened her blouse completely. Anna allowed it to be slipped off of her shoulders, falling to the floor in a heap at her feet. I saw her eyes looking down, so humbled; she was even trembling slightly, so I knew his words were hitting home with her as well.

“As I said before, by now you understand that you have an obligation. There is no more choosing, and by the way your wife has fallen into her role as a whore this past month, I think you both understand that. Eddie, our group has very special desires, and having a submissive loving couple such as yourselves is a treat for us. We have plans for the two of you, some you may not like. But you don’t have a choice in this.” His tone had gathered a bit of strength, and his control over us was sinking all the way in. The fear of what he might say next was keeping me on edge, and I also noticed that my wife’s eyes were tearing up. His hand had not stopped touching mersin escort my wife, even more so as he released the clasp on her bra to expose her breast so lewdly as she stood there topless.

“Tonight, Eddie, your own ability to release your sexual urges will become no longer yours. From here on out, sex with your wife will be completely by our design, as well as your own sexuality. I need you to understand this, and to understand that you have no choice in the matter. To make sure you understand, I’m going to remind you of all of the material that we have on you two. Do you understand, Eddie, that you must obey us in all things? I need to hear you say it, and Anna, you too. So Eddie, tell me.”

My head was spinning, even as my cock stood out from between my kneeling legs. God how I hated my body’s betrayal. I looked down, contemplating, but already knowing that there was no choice. “Yes Sir…I understand. I understand that we have to obey You in all things.”

He stood behind Anna as he set his drink down, one hand pulling an arm behind her, the other reaching around to roughly fondle her bareness. “Anna?”

Her tears were coming down now, knowing that there was nothing she could do, knowing that it was far too late to put a stop to this. “Yes Sir.”

One hand reached up to grasp her throat, in a possessive way. “Little whore, say what it means for you. Tell me you understand. You need to be aware that this means everything, slut. Everything. More than what it’s been, far more. Do you know that your own job is ours to control now? Hmm? Do you know that your body is ours, your time is ours, your husband is ours, your life is ours now?”

With a sob, she broke down completely. “Yes Sir, yes…. I know that we belong to you in every way now. I know that we have no choice anymore, at all.”

“Good girl, good girl.” His voice was somewhat soothing, as he let go of her and whispered for her to completely strip.

Picking up his drink, he continued. “In two weeks, you will both spend the weekend with the core members of our group. There, you will learn the full extent of the changes that are coming.” Then a mild smirk came to his lips, as he filled in a small detail that seemed to humor him. “Of course, you will both be branded at that time, in more ways than one. You are both going to forever be marked as our owned little couple.”

He stood in front of me, so casually unzipping his pants as my wife finished stripping. Pulling out his now hard cock, he pulled my face to it as he continued telling us of our doom. I knew what to do, I knew there was no choice. Even the humiliation of doing this in front of my wife seemed far way; there was no choice. I opened my mouth, and took him in, going slowly.

He moaned a slight approval, clearly enjoying the power. “Eddie, you have some changes coming your way. I personally will handle your conversion the rest of the way. Your wife… well, I won’t spoil the surprises. But your wife will be too busy with her own new life to worry about what’s becoming of the ‘man’ she married.

“The key, you see, for both of you, is for you both to learn that your bodies are not your own. Eddie, your focus is to learn that it’s all about The Cock. You are going to learn to understand that, and learn your role in this new life. And you are going to learn that your wife’s role is something you have to accept and support. Anna, your focus is going to be that your body does not belong to you; every part of your body, every function, belongs to the group now. What we decide for you is how it will be. Even tonight, you are going to learn that your bodily functions are not your own.”

At that point, he pulled out of my mouth; I was almost disappointed, wanting to have that task to keep my mind busy, not wanting to be idle and have to focus on the meaning of everything he was revealing to us. He went to his bag then, and pulled out the items that he planned to utilize.

He told me to get on all fours; handing a black plug to my wife, he instructed her to lubricate my ass and to insert the plug. While she did that, he laid out the next item. It was some kind of leather strap; he wrapped it around my waist, pulling up a section that would hold the plug in place. The front of the device had a metal ring that went around my cock and balls, and then it was buckled in place. I was quickly becoming lost in the full submission of having my body strapped up, feeling the fullness inside of me. He had me crawl across the room to the far corner; there he fastened leather cuffs to each of my limbs, and then those were attached behind my back as I knelt to a pair of bars that were attached in an “X” shape. I was completely immobilized now, in a kneeling position, with a plug in my ass, and my cock throbbing through the ring so visible to them both. A ball gag was the final piece he attached to me. I can’t begin to explain the depths of submission that flooded into me in that position. I was helpless, and I knew it. Now his attention turned to my wife, the woman I love with all of my heart; kocaeli escort and I knew that there was nothing I would be able to do to help save her.

Her binding was simple; it was a long single leather ‘glove’ that he slid up her arms as they were behind her back. Laces allowed the glove to be tightened, and her chest was thrust out as he tightened it. He led her to the bed where she was then bent over. From his bag, he grabbed some more equipment, then disappeared into the bathroom.

“Anna, this is the beginning of your training, where you will learn that your body is simply not your own. It’s important for you to begin to understand this, because in the end, you are going to fully understand how this body now belongs to the group.” With that said, he approached her, and I knew what he had in store. It was an enema. Although I’d never seen any of the equipment first hand, I knew enough to recognize it. He took his time with setting it up, and then took even more time in administering it to her. My angle allowed me to watch it all; I couldn’t get over the fact that I was so helpless. I watched her humiliation, saw as she buried her face in the bed with tears, heard her groaning with the discomfort. I could see her belly getting distended as he filled her further and further. It was then that he pulled out a camera, and took pictures of her so lewdly bent over and full; he made sure that she knew what he was doing, having her turn her tear stained eyes to the camera. For good measure, he also took photos of me in my helpless position.

He left her to squirm like that for the longest time, as he went downstairs to fix another drink. When he came back up, he helped her up and into the restroom. I could see as he stood there watching her, without emotion, as she was forced to void herself in front of him. He continued to mention to her that her body was from here on out not her own, that she needed to learn and accept this fact. I could see that he was the one to clean her up, since her hands were still tightly bound behind her back; then he led her back to the bed and proceeded to do it all over again!

It was killing me, to see my wife so humiliated; even all that we’d done to date, with so many men using her, none of it compared to how much shame I knew she was feeling now. Her sobbing continued, and I could see that she was now in a real sense of ‘sub-space’. I doubted she was even really aware of my own presence in the room now. He took her again into the restroom, and this time pictures were taken. Cleaning her up again, he then led her out on very wobbly legs back to the bed. Releasing her arms, he then stripped and joined her on the bed. He held her, kissing her gently, whispering things to her that I couldn’t make out. I knelt there, quietly, aching, watching as she answered whispered questions, watching as she kissed him back, watching as they seemed to cuddle like lovers. I felt my own anguish overwhelm me as he made love to her; there is no other description for what he did. My anguish overwhelmed me because it seemed to me that she made love back to him. A man she hardly even knew had just humiliated her beyond words, and then they made love, all in front of me. I just wanted to crumble down and drown in my misery.

In the quiet of their afterglow, as they cuddled, I knelt there, feeling the pain sink into me, feeling the shame. Mixed with the arousal that still wouldn’t go away, my mind began to accept it. All of it. There was no way around it, as He said.

Then Master Nick was out of the bed, standing before me. The ball gag was removed, and I was sucking His cock. His words whispered down to me, as I tasted the mixture of their lovemaking. “It’s all about The Cock.”

As His Cock hardened again, he released me from my bondage. Bent over the bed, just as my wife was earlier, my plug was removed, and His Cock was in me. My face was burning, my grunting from being taken the only noise in the room.

My wife’s nakedness was before me now; he’d told her to get up, and present herself to me. I hadn’t realized it earlier, but somehow he must’ve been in her ass. It had been cleaned, it only made sense that he would use it. It was still flowering from being used, and I could see Master Nick’s semen still oozing from it. My lips were on her, my tongue in her, sucking, licking. I knew my place. It was all about The Cock.

It was 2 a.m. when I woke up. I was on the floor, wrapped tightly from shoulders to ankles in rope; I was next to the bed that Master Nick was in with my wife. The noise that woke me was him making love to her again; no, it wasn’t making love. He was fucking her. Hard. Suddenly my own cock was alive again; I still hadn’t been allowed any kind of release, and my balls were feeling sore from being aroused so much. I couldn’t see up on the bed, and it was dark anyway; but I could hear him speaking to her harshly. Then I heard slaps, and her gasping out in pain, along with her grunts from being fucked. I couldn’t be sure, but I though the slaps were on her face. His tone was harsh, samsun escort and his words harsher.

“You fucking stupid slut, nothing can save you from this. Your man, your husband, the fucking wimp is bound on the floor beside us. He can’t save you, and he won’t. You don’t have any choice in this, not anymore. You have no idea the things that will be done to you, you stupid whore.” She was crying, and I heard more slaps. Over and over, he continued his verbal and physical assault, and eventually he had made her beg for this. Beg to be used, beg to be hurt, beg to be marked permanently as a sexual slave for the Group.

“Your job, your life…all of that is about to change. Neither of you have any choice in this!” Those were his last words as he released his pent up passion into her yet again tonight.

In the morning, I woke to Master Nick taking the rope from my body. He stood me up next to the bed and pointed out my wife who was still lying there half asleep. She was a mess. Her hair was a tangled mess, but what really stood out to me was her face. It was in a perpetual flush, obviously from being slapped quite a bit. Her cheeks were puffy, not overly so, but looking sore. Her lower lip was swollen as well, as if she’d bit it hard…or someone bit it hard. Her eyes weren’t black, but one of them showed hints of bruising.

“Do you see your whore wife, Eddie?” he said as he yanked the covers down off of her body. She was sprawled out, looking so much like a used woman. Her breast was red too, marks showing strongly from where she was gripped or even slapped there as well. She stirred slightly, and a low moan escaped her lips as she grumbled from being disturbed. Obviously she was exhausted.

Master Nick, still naked, then climbed in on top of her, entering her in a single thrust. He turned his head to look at me, locking on my eyes the whole time. “You know, Eddie, there’s nothing quite like taking a man’s wife right in front of him. The power, my God how invigorating it is.”

I just stood there, watching. I didn’t know what to say, what to do. There really was nothing I could say. And worse yet, my arousal came on strongly again.

He laughed as he saw my shame. “Yes, look at you. Look at your little peter, Eddie. You aren’t a man. Standing there, watching as the woman you love is being molested. Did you see her face, Eddie? Your wife can be beaten, in your own bed, right next to you. Beaten, and fucked….and all you can do is stand there with your hard-on, wanting to wank off at the very image of it all.” He continued working his cock in and out of her, fucking her, pausing in his verbal berating just to enjoy the fuck. It was a quick fuck, a demonstration all for the benefit of beating me down. “Watch, Eddie, watch as I use her in front of you. Watch as I violate this whore you call your wife.” His eyes were locked on mine as I saw him intensify and then spill what he had into her.

Resting on top of her for a moment, he turned his attention to looking at her face. Suddenly with a violent move, he leaned in and sucked hard on her neck, making her cry out; one thing I noticed though, was that she didn’t reach to push him away…her arms simply grabbed on to his back, her knuckles clenching white as she endured it. When he pulled away, there was a huge, dark mark on the full side of her neck. He admired his work for a moment, then he spit on her face; a backhand came down against her cheek. She cried out, moving her hands up to prevent any more blows; she was sobbing, likely from shame as well as pain. Then he was out of the bed. He shoved me off to the side as he strode into the shower.

I laid down next to her, holding her. I didn’t know what to say, so I just soothed her by lying with my arms around her. She continued sobbing into my chest until Master Nick came out of the shower.

With a towel around his waist, he went purposefully to his bag, and pulled out yet another device. This was a device I’d been expecting, after the way he’d talked last night.

“Do you know what this is, Eddie?” he said as he held it up. Without waiting for an answer, he went on. “This is a male chastity device. A CB3000.” Sitting down next to me, he reached between my legs to put the device on me. I was still semi-hard, but he managed to get it in place.

I didn’t want to move, I wanted to hold my wife; and he didn’t make me move. He simply reached between my legs and handled my genitals as if it were only natural. My face turned beat red, and my insides were churning at the simple act of what he was doing. But I didn’t try to stop him. I was already defeated.

From the bag again, he pulled out a tiny metal lock. It was snapped in place without ceremony. He paused to study what he’d done, handling me a bit more to make sure everything was snug and right; then he looked me in the eyes again, smiling. “There. Now we know you won’t be able to pleasure yourself, with or without your wife. Eddie, if you try to break out of it, your life will be destroyed by the photos and videos of what you’ve done. So I recommend that you keep that in mind.” His attention turned to Anna; she was still lightly sniffling, her head against my chest. “Anna, now you have a mild taste of what it’s like to know that you have absolutely no control. Savor the taste, and think on it long and hard. You have no choices anymore in this, and you will do the things that are required of you.”

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She walked down the centre aisle of the classroom, her black patent stilettos clicking on the floor. She turned to face the class. “Ok gentlemen. Today we put all the theory into practice.” There was an excited buzz amongst them. “Now I will be able to tell who was listening during my lessons to you and who wasn’t.” She looked each of them in the eye and pretty much every single one of them swallowed a thick lump of lust. She was wearing an opaque button-down white shirt with a black lace bra beneath and a skin-tight black pencil skirt, black stockings (& probably a suspender belt) and they thought she was just the hottest thing they had ever seen. Shit, she probably was.

“Bradley, please close the blinds on the windows. Blake, you pull the blind on the door and lock it. Miles and Eric, can you move this bench up front here and place these pillows on it. Julian, could you switch off the lights?” She moved with feline grace and lit a few candles on the blackboard ledge. The boys raced to do her bidding and then stood near the bench eagerly awaiting instruction.

“Blake, could you lie on the bench in the centre?” she said as she started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Yes Ma’am, but could I help you with those?” the tall dark boy with light grey eyes asked.

“No, just look at me and focus on what you need to do. Remove your pants and shirt before you lie down. In fact, we can all get naked now I think gentlemen.” They began pulling off their clothes, their eyes never leaving her as she removed her shirt, skirt and black lace panties very slowly. They were all dry-mouthed at the sight of her standing yalova escort in stockings, stilettos and suspender belt but her pussy naked, smooth and ready. Her nipples were hard, pointing through her black lace bra. They couldn’t believe how lucky they were!

“Blake, I am going to sit over you but not on your cock just yet. I want you to lubricate your hand with the gel I give you and I want you to find my clit and start rubbing it like I taught you.”

“Yes Ma’am!” the boy smiled slowly, doing as he was told.

“Miles and Eric, you are going to be in charge of my breasts, so treat them well. I want you to start by caressing them with your hands, pinching my nipples every now and then, as you have learnt. When my nipples become erect, you can begin sucking them and licking my breasts.” And they moved either side of her while she straddled Blake. “After the other 3 have come, you can tit-fuck me and come on my breasts.”

“Julian, here is some more lubricant for you. Can you start masturbating until you become erect, cover your cock with the gel and then when I tell you, put your cock gently into my ass.”

“Ok Ma’am. But Ma’am?” he asked.

“Yes?” she looked at him.

“I already have wood.” Julian said this while smiling, his erection standing proudly.

“Great work Julian! Massage my back and kiss my neck then and wait for the signal.” She said.

“Bradley,” she addressed the tall dark young man in front of her. She couldn’t believe he was only eighteen with a fantastic cock like his! “You’re the lucky one today. I am going edirne escort to suck you off while the other guys do me. So you get to just stand there and come.”

Bradley smiled and the others glanced jealously at him.

They all moved into position. Blake had been tracing his teacher’s clit with his slippery fingers for a little while, and now that she could relax and enjoy the ministrations of her students, she started sighing and grinding against his hand. Miles and Eric were sucking her nipples and Julian’s hands were working her back and shoulders in a most pleasing way. “Ok, I’m ready,” she sighed.

Bradley moved forward and she took his cock in her mouth, sucking him gently at first and tasting his salt. Blake had entered her pussy — she gasped. His cock was really thick and she felt stretched. She slid all the way down on him and then Julian slid his slick cock into her ass. She groaned deeply and they all started working her over well. The two guys at her breasts were sucking and teasing her, sending heat and slickness straight to her pussy to help smooth the way for Blake, who was pushing up into her for all he was worth. Bradley was breathing deeply and muttering “God yes!” as he ground his cock in her mouth. She sucked so well that he knew he was going to have to restrain himself if he wanted a certain amount of her attention. As soon as he came in her mouth, the deal was that he would step back for the tit fuckers.

Julian was sliding in and out of her ass smoothly, holding her hips, along with Blake. Julian could feel Blake’s cock erzurum escort moving in her pussy. It heightened the pleasure for him. He adored his teacher and hoped for her lessons to continue.

Just then, Bradley grunted and shot into her mouth. A little dripped down the side of her mouth. She moaned and swallowed, licking her lips. “Mmmm. Well done Brad. Ooooh, here comes my first orgasm boys!” and she shook and shuddered, groaning while Miles and Eric held her arms up and moved into place as Bradley stepped back to sit down. Blake shouted then and shot into her and Julian came shortly after him, sitting back to ease his muscles. Miles was enthusiastically fucking her magnificent tits and he came really quickly, all over them. He was really disappointed. “Don’t worry, you were great” she whispered as he moved aside for Eric. He came quickly too and covered her breasts and stomach. They all stood back to survey their teacher, dripping with their come. She had a cream-covered ass and it was dripping down her pussy. She was smiling and wiping Bradley’s juice from her mouth with one hand while rubbing the rest of the creaminess over her breasts and stomach. “That was lovely gentlemen. Full marks. Now, as soon as you’re ready to go again, let’s switch around. I want everyone to get a turn. Until I’m drowning in your lovely cream.”

By the end of the lesson, they had all had a turn at fucking her mouth, pussy, ass and tits. She was exhausted, smiling and full of five gorgeous boys’ come. She stood up and it slipped from her ass and pussy, dripping down her legs, breasts, stomach and face. She walked to the front of the class and said “You can all hit the showers now but I want you to think about what you liked best as well as what you need extra tutoring on next lesson. We’re also going to cover double penetration, so Google it and study up.” She smiled, collected her clothes and left the room, reeking of sex and smiling.

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Pulling apart the individually packaged wooden chopsticks, Nicole reflected that life did not get much better. They had spent the entire day together. First he had taken her to a horse show, then to the park, followed by a play and now this, a late dinner. They were the only two in the restaurant, a small building with traditional Japanese decor and fabric screens separating the dining area from the kitchen. An attractive Asian man had seated them, and their chit-chat about the horse show was interrupted by the waitress.

“Hi, my name’s Amy, I’ll be serving you tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?” Amy wore a tight-fitting white skirt that ended just above her knees, a white button down blouse tucked enough to accentuate her B-cup breasts, and a white apron tied around her waist. Her fair skin and blond hair combined with her small frame gave her an innocent look. She seemed somewhat out of place in an otherwise authentic looking Japanese establishment, her only Eastern feature being her petite size. Jon ordered wine for both of them, and Carol noticed her boyfriend’s eyes lingering on Amy’s firm backside as she went into the kitchen to get their drinks.

“Enjoying the view?” Carol frequently got jealous when Jon looked at other women, but they both knew she also enjoyed the feeling.

“Indeed.” He flashed a charming smile. “What do you think of this place? One of my co-workers told me about it.”

“I love it, but I’m surprised we didn’t find it sooner. We won’t be keeping them here after hours will we?” Nicole hated making employees stay late.

“No, when I made the reservation they didn’t have a problem with a late reservation.”

Amy glided back into the room with a wine bottle and two glasses.

“And are we ready to order?” Amy chewed on her lip a little as she dug out her pad and pen. Nicole watched Jon, seeing him drink in the waitress’s sexy figure. Nicole began feeling a little warm, her cheeks becoming pink and the palms of her hands slightly damp. They both ordered sushi, and began discussing the various events of the day. Nicole was still conscious of her arousal, but simply enjoyed the feeling as she spoke with her lover. Jon had looked exceptionally good all day; first in casual clothing, and now in a dark pin stripe suit. She had dressed to compliment him, and decided she had done one hell of a job. The both looked amazing, they were going to be eating sushi, and Nicole knew damn well she was going to get laid.

A few minutes later thoughts of sex were pushed out of her mind by the lemon salad dressing and mizo soup. She was just finishing her soup, the warmth spreading down her chest and into her belly, when she happened to glance back toward the kitchen. The divider was slightly open, and she could see a little bit of the back area. The handsome man who had seated her was leaning with his back against a refrigerator, and was breathing heavily. Nicole craned her head a bit more and was amazed to see their blond headed waitresses bobbing her head up and down at groin level of the man. Nicole couldn’t make out much detail, but there was no mistaking what was happening.

She turned back to Jon, and realized his eyes were also locked on the exhibition in the back room. Now there was no denying her feelings. She knew her boyfriend was imagining the cute little blond’s mouth gripping his big cock. She was sure he had noticed her small hands, and had already visualized her slim, sleek fingers wrapped around his hard-on. Conjuring these images in her own mind made Nicole squirm, causing her silk panties to glide across the skin of her sex. She gently eased her right foot out of her shoe, and extended a stocking clad leg underneath the table until her toe was tracing its way up Jon’s thigh. He smiled at the contact, but did not pull his gaze from the kitchen. Nicole soon found her lover’s tool, trapped painfully in urfa escort his pants, lying erect on his right thigh. She closed her eyes and began stroking his dick up and down with her foot. He let out a soft sigh, and the two enjoyed the sensations until Nicole felt someone nearby. She opened her eyes to see Amy watching her boyfriend, staring intently at his lap. Jon was looking at the waitress, but jumped when Nicole quickly pulled her foot back underneath her.

“Um, your food will be ready in a few minutes; can I get you anything else?”

“I think we are fine at the moment Amy, thank you.” Jon smiled knowingly while he spoke.

Nicole had just finished composing herself when Amy halted her progression back to the kitchen, and turned to come back to the table, stopping next to Nicole. Amy looked down, obviously noticing Nicole’s ample cleavage, and then bent over and cupped her hand around the woman’s ear. Jon could not hear what Amy was whispering, but Nicole blushed crimson red, and her eyes became bigger. She started to shake her head, but then stopped, and simply nodded, briefly making eye contact with Amy.

Their waitress took a few steps to the other side of the table, and staring directly into Jon’s eyes, placed her hand on top of the napkin covering his lap. Her fingers soon traced the bulge in his pants. Jon looked across the table to his girlfriend, arching an eyebrow and wondering if he was supposed to stop this or not. Nicole just stared back, and slipped a hand down to rub herself through her dress. Amy’s hand had moved underneath the napkin, and was now alternately rubbing the length of Jon’s cock and massaging his balls through the his pants. Nicole positioned her chair slightly to the side so she could clearly see what the waitress was doing to her boyfriend.

A few minutes felt like a year, and soon all three of them were breathing hard, and the smell of sex and food mingled into an erotic perfume. Amy now kneeled next to Jon and whispered breathlessly as she kissed his neck. Nicole had pulled her dress up far enough to get a hand directly on top of her panties, and was rubbing the material across her clit as she watched the diminutive blond girl seduce her boyfriend. Jon simply looked alternately at his girlfriend pleasuring herself in the middle of the restaurant, and the impossibly cute waitress as she undid his belt and began fishing for his dick. A moment later she found it, and brought it out into the open. Nicole let out a quiet moan and had a small orgasm. As her cum soaked into her underwear she pushed one finger underneath the silk, coating the first two digits in her wetness. Staring directly into Jon’s eyes, she brought the finger up to her mouth, and reveled in the taste of her own sex, watching his cock twitch in Amy’s hands.

Nicole thought he might come now, and they could go home and have crazy, wild sex. Part of her wanted Amy to simply jack him off a few more minutes until his seed stained his pants, and they could leave a giant tip, and then get the hell out. Amy, on the other hand, had different ideas. Nicole watched with amazement as Amy’s small mouth and thin lips stretched to accommodate over half of her boyfriend’s cock. It had taken Nicole over two years to learn to deapthroat his dick, and now some tiny girl was nearly there on her first attempt. The new burst of jealousy caused Nicole to start rubbing her pussy again without even realizing. Jon let his head roll back, and moaned loudly as Amy twisted her tongue around the base and then slid back up to suck hard on the head.

Amy sucks cock like a porn star, Nicole thought. Amy is going to swallow my boyfriend’s cum so good that when he fucks me tonight he will be thinking of her.

This revelation caused another mini-orgasm to race through her body. She slumped in her chair and gradually came down from the euphoria. When she opened her eyes the situation had changed. The young Asian man was now behind Amy, pulling her skirt down her legs from underneath her apron. Nicole balıkesir escort noticed she had already lost the blouse, and her pert tits were rubbing against Jon’s leg as she continued sucking on his tool. The young man hastily undid the front of his jeans, and pulled his pants off, revealing the dick Amy had been sucking on only a short time ago. He forewent any pleasantries, and simply pushed his long cock between her legs, and began slowly fucking her from behind. Amy, still working to get Jon’s entire length insider her mouth, groaned loudly causing Jon to moan from the vibration. At seeing and hearing this, Nicole began rubbing the wet silk against her clit again.

After a few minutes of Amy being slowly fucked from behind, her head being pushed deeper into Jon’s lap, she opened her eyes and pulled her mouth from his now glistening cock. Amy gently squeezed and pulled on Jon’s dick, every other second grunting as the young Asian’s manhood slid entirely into her. Still fucking one man and fondling another, she looked up at Nicole and licked her lips. The slutty but erotic expression on Amy’s heightened Nicole’s lust. Amy made sure Nicole was looking right at her, and then mouthed two words: “Watch this.” She slid her pussy off of the younger man’s prick, and stood up, whispering something into Jon’s ear. He turned his chair so he was facing Nicole, now only a few feet separated them.

The waitress reached into the front pouch of her apron and produced a condom, which she quickly unwrapped and placed at the head of Jon’s cock. Nicole stared at her boyfriend’s painfully hard dick, thinking that the only time his penis got that big and that hard was when she deepthroated him, or on the rare occasion she let him stick the head into her ass and cum in her butt. Amy opened the front of Jon’s pants entirely, and sucked one of his balls into her mouth as she rolled the condom down to the base, and then stroked his now encased prick a few times with her hand. Jon grunted, and Nicole thought perhaps he would come now, and save her from this moment. Knowing what was to come flooded her with jealousy and prompted her to slide her panties down to her ankles for easier access to her soaking cunt.

Amy stood and faced Nicole, transfixed by her dripping pussy as she began unabashedly fingering herself again. She watched Nicole’s fingers begin moving faster, and then pulled her apron up, revealing a completely bare pussy. The blond’s fingers gently opened her lips, allowing Nicole to see the wet, pink flower of the amazing girl’s sex. The opening looked to be no larger than a nickel, and she wondered if her boyfriend’s dick would even fit. Amy untied her apron, now completely nude, and placed her hands on Nicole’s shoulders. She squatted down as Jon guided the bulging head of his cock into the young woman’s cunt. Amy pushed hard, and nearly half the length slid inside of her.

“Oh fuck!” She hissed the words as a loud whisper right into Nicole’s face. Her breath smelled sweet like strawberries.

“Holy fuck, your boyfriend’s cock is so big. I love fucking fat dicks, you’re so lucky.” Her words trailed off into moans as she pushed down again, burying Jon’s cock entirely in her cunt. His suit pants soon became stained with the shiny girl-cum leaking profusely from Amy’s pussy, and Nicole imagined taking them into the dry cleaners, the lady behind the counter assuming that was her pussy juice, that she had smeared her cunt on her boyfriend’s nice pants after a romantic evening. No, she would tell her, our cute little blond waitress sat on my boyfriend’s big cock, and it barely fit into her tight cunt. Then she got her pussy juice all over his nice pants while I watched. I’ll pick them up on Thursday. Nicole’s fingers began to move faster on her clit and with her other hand she pushed her index finger all the way inside of her pussy.

At Amy’s direction the young Asian man stood and walked over next to Nicole. His cock was right at face height for Nicole, but she continued trabzon escort focusing on the petite waitress fucking her man.

“Oh God, how the fuck do you ever get anything done?” Again Amy’s words excited Nicole even more. “I want you to suck on…holy shit…suck on Alex’s dick. I want you to taste me on his nice cock, oh fuck harder!”

Alex didn’t seem to wait for Nicole to respond; he simply stepped forward and placed one hand on the back of her head, guiding her mouth to the tip of his cock. Nicole hadn’t been with another man for nearly four years, and had assumed she would never again. She reveled in the different shape and feel of this new dick, and hungrily licked up and down the shaft, tasting Amy’s cream on his whole length. Nicole continued to push her finger in and out of her sex, and occasionally pulled away from the Asian cock to watch Amy lean back and kiss Jon as she continued to ride him. This orgy continued for some time, until Amy again directed new action.

She pulled her pussy from Jon’s dick with a wet popping sound, and pulled Alex away from Nicole. The waitress then got onto her knees, slipped the condom off of Jon’s dick, and began stroking both men’s’ cocks, aiming them at her face and chest. Nicole did not like having Jon cum on her face, but knowing what was about to happen made her pant in anticipation. Alex was the first to cum, shooting half a dozen ropes of cum onto Amy’s little tits and a few smaller squirts onto her cheek. Amy leaned forward, rubbing the cum into her chest with one hand, and scooping up some of the semen to lubricate Jon’s dick. Nicole felt overloaded with lust watching this women rub another man’s come onto her boyfriend’s cock.

Quickening her pace, only a few seconds passed before Jon closed his eyes, relaxed slightly, and pushed his hips forward. Nicole knew what was going to happen, and wondered how Amy would handle it. Stream after stream of thick white cum erupted from the tip of Jon’s cock. Amy seemed to delight in it, opening her mouth to catch and swallow some, then moving slightly so the next rope shot onto her cheek and into her hair. When Jon’s orgasm had finished Amy was left kneeling on the floor, rubbing an enormous quantity of semen into her chest and face.

Nicole had nearly come again, but had slowed down to watch the finale. She knew Jon would want to fuck again tonight, probably all night, and Nicole would let him do anything he wanted, however he wanted. She was in heat, and wanted to get home now so she could really let loose. Amy, however, had different plans. With Nicole’s boyfriend’s cum starting to dry on her creamy skin, Amy shuffled between Nicole’s legs, and before she could react, began licking around her sopping pussy. The two men simply watched as Amy cleaned the juice from around Nicole’s thighs and sex, and then began focusing her amazing oral skill directly on her victim’s clit.

Jon drank in the sight. His girl’s beautiful face glowing with pleasure, dress around her hips, wet panties still around one ankle, and her hands clawing at the blond hair of a girl he had just fucked. Normally somewhat quiet during sex, he was amazed to hear Nicole yell out a string of profanity so lewd even he blushed a little. Amy continued eating Nicole out as she came down off her cum, the blond temptress’s face shiny with the fruits of her labor. Nicole became less and less lucid until finally she gave in and lost consciousness.

A few minutes later she found herself being carried out to the car, her boyfriend’s strong arms encasing and protecting her. The cool air chilled her skin and she realized Jon had not put her panties back on her. He placed her in the passenger seat, and then got in and turned on the engine.

“Oh my God Jon. That was incredible.” Nicole blushed slightly as she spoke, but the interior of the vehicle was dark.

“Indeed.” Again he smiled, and for a moment she wondered if he had planned it, if he could have organized it all.

“Um. I don’t know how you feel about this, but is there any way we could see them again?”

Jon smiled even bigger now as he turned toward her.

“Actually, they are meeting us at the apartment after they get done closing the restaurant.”

Nicole grew wide eyed, and decided to try and get some sleep on the way home. She would need the rest if she was going to keep up with her new friends.

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I woke early to the sound of truck doors slamming nearby and the deep rumble of cold engines beginning to warm. For a moment the noises were alien and alarming, but then a flash of recollection put them in context.

The trucker.

The day had barely begun but already some drivers were getting the jump on it, pulling out of their bays and trundling across the car park towards the exit. The truck stop was a different place from last night it seemed. Then it had been a dark and welcoming destination after a long journey. Now it was a cold starting point to be departed and left far behind just as quickly as the miles could clock up.

But not for Max, not yet. He breathed deeply behind me, his chest expanding massively against my back, and his whole body stretched in a slow writhe. He yawned like a sedated bear and scratched his head, making me wonder if he was about to stir, but then he dropped his arm over me and fell still once again. I was glad. Everything felt warm and bleary inside the cab as if the solid reality of the world outside had just the lightest tidal pull on events in here. The sheets around us had developed that soft perfection only an early morning bed can achieve. I didn’t want to leave yet.

I became aware that my legs ached as if I’d been working out and my arse felt hot and abused. Neither feeling was at all unpleasant, especially when I thought about the reason why.

My mind skipped back to the day before and replayed the events that had brought me into Max’s bed. It all seemed so improbable, yet here I was. Yesterday had unfolded all too quickly to be second-guessed, but now my brain wasted no time picking over the evening, struggling to accept it had really come to pass. A dreaded scepticism threatened to bloom. Was it honestly my trucker dozing behind me? Sure, he was the man I’d met back in August, but could he compete with the idealised version of him that I’d honed in the intervening months? Or would he turn out to be something other than I’d hoped, betrayed by the very first unanticipated look in his eyes? I almost dared not turn around for fear of breaking the spell.

Oh, for fuck’s sake! I rolled over beneath his arm.

The sight that met me made my heart lurch: a gargoyle’s face leering at me, with a furrowed brow, flared nostrils and a mouth gathered up like the snout of a pig. Those pursed lips pulsated at me in a grotesque kiss me gesture. But then Max’s mirth overwhelmed his commitment to the performance and the face he was making broke into an elated grin. Laughing loudly, he dropped his head back on to the pillow and regarded me with sleepy eyes.

As I watched him delight in mocking the universal what did I do last night!? fear, I couldn’t help but return his smile. My doubts evaporated as I studied him, so fresh out of sleep that there could be nothing artificial about him. Undoubtedly this was the raw material that would gather itself into the swaggering trucker I’d come to know.

But the transformation hadn’t occurred yet. I liked it. I always found guys sexy first thing in the morning and Max was taking it to a new level entirely. His beard, and it really was a beard now, seemed to have thickened and darkened considerably during the course of a single night. His close-cropped hair was messier than yesterday, lending him a youthful air. His whole body seemed to radiate the lazy warmth of sleep.

It was him all right.

I brought my arm up under the covers and wrapped it around his waist. He pulled me to his furry chest and tucked my head under his chin before crushing me in a long hug. I think we must have dozed on and off for a while.

I roused again to the close-up view of one beautifully thick vein pulsing in his neck, just where it was joined by the buttress of one muscular trapezius. I traced it with my fingers, feeling the slow beat of his pulse, then dragged my fingertips down over one bunched-up pectoral. They purred through the thick fuzz on his chest, beneath which his heart thudded lazily away.

Max did not stir as I touched him. The desire to explore him in this sleepy state overcame me; my hand slipped down over his stomach and swiftly delved for the warm thatch of his pubes. Once there I became stealthy, Braille-reading the lay of the land.

His left leg was laid straight out. His right, the topmost of the two, was lifted and bent at the knee in a rough semblance of the recovery position. This meant his crotch was a good few inches clear of the bed and his junk was hanging pendulously like ripe fruit. His sack was loose enough to sprawl on the sheet, his heavy nuts lolling lazily inside. In front of them, his cock draped on to the mattress like a length of pliable rubber.

It was a surprise to find him unerect, one I didn’t mind at all. My ex Darren used to wake up horny almost every day. It thrilled me for about a fortnight but then it became just too predictable. During our relationship I had one of those moments when you learn a definitive fact about yourself, namely that I preferred spontaneity to certainty any day. Shit, I’d even prefer to have to work hard and mardin escort earn a good pounding than simply be given one on schedule. And Max’s dormant state was just such a challenge, one I knew I could meet.

But not quite yet. Just like the man himself, the floppy dick in the bed with me was still something new in my world and I wanted to get to know it.

I’d made the acquaintance of dozens of cocks in the past and experienced a wide variety of shapes, lengths, girths and eccentricities. Two or three could’ve rightly been called large but none had come close to the size of Max’s dick. His was in another league altogether, a higher order of magnitude. Even in its flaccid state, it was longer and thicker than most of the hard-ons I’d played with before. There was a delicious arrogance about the way it hung so bulkily from his crotch, no less sure of its equivalence than any other part of his body.

I slipped my fingers around his sack and gently eased my hand beneath his junk. His balls felt like two hard-boiled eggs in a loose bag, weighty and warm. I drew my hand towards me so his nuts plopped out between my thumb and forefinger and dropped back to the mattress, leaving just the hot length of Max’s cock laid across my palm like an iron from the fire.

My dick had been stirring lazily beneath the sheets. With Max’s meat in my my hand, my own rose to attention in a matter of seconds.

Max’s cock remained languorous, just like its owner. I held it like I’d hold a phone – fingers curled around one side, thumb laid alongside the other – and it filled my palm with exhilarating totality. Just like its erect alter ego, it had a pretty even girth from base to corona except for the mildest hourglass effect midway, probably from being twisted around on itself during Max’s sleep.

I tightened my grip and leisurely stroked him, basking in the moment. Uncut dicks have always fascinated me. There’s something intensely horny about the ampleness of the skin and the way it slides so freely. Max’s floppy cock offered more than any I’d seen before. I relaxed my grip and moved my hand until just the head of his dick rested on the crook on my index finger. With the pad of my thumb I read the character of his foreskin, which covered his helmet completely and gathered in a loose pucker at the tip. Here it was at its most delectable; as pliable and luxurious as velvet. I rubbed it with a circular motion, gradually easing it open, until my thumb pressed against the warm crease of his piss slit. Fuck, I wanted him in my mouth.

I glanced up and was surprised to see Max was awake. He had been silently enjoying my blind exploration beneath the covers and watching my face as I’d worked. Our eyes met and a dirty smile curled one side of his mouth. He came up on his left elbow and his right hand spread wide at the place where my neck met my chest. He pressed me firmly to the mattress and kissed me deeply for a long moment, his large cock starting to swell further in my palm. Then he pulled back and held up a finger.

One minute.

In a flash, Max pushed himself up from the mattress, pulling his meat from my eager hand. He climbed over me and got to his feet in the narrow space beside the bed. His hairy, thickset and completely naked frame was a pleasure to watch in motion. With a hand on the back of each seat, he dipped forwards to check nobody was about to pass by outside and get an eyeful when he moved into the driver’s compartment. I spied on his arse as he leaned forward: two meaty globes covered in fur which darkened towards his delicious crack. But my eye was caught by something higher up. On the wide plane of his back were two clusters of crescent-shaped welts, each one deep and angry-looking.

My fingernails had done that to him.

Just as I sat up to take a closer look, Max slipped forward and dropped into the passenger seat, sidesaddle fashion. Behind him, the big windscreen gave a clear view of the brightening car park and the row of trucks facing us across this particular lane. A few drivers were moving around out there, wrapped up in their own business.

“Max?” I said.

He looked round at me. I reached over my shoulder and patted my back then pointed at him. He understood me immediately, then rolled his eyes and shook his head to convey how little those scratches bothered him.

Still, I must have looked troubled. Max turned a little more in my direction and took hold of my hand. I didn’t need to understand German to know the meaning behind the stare he fixed on me. Don’t be daft, okay? He tilted his head towards me and squeezed my hand, wordlessly pressing his point. I nodded firmly to satisfy him but I decided to take more care next time.

A loud horn made us both look up. A passing truck slowed in front of the cab; red and white, just like Max’s own. The driver raised one splayed hand in greeting as he rolled by. It was Karl, heading off on his journey to who knew where. Max gave a quick salute and I waved. When he spotted me, Karl pointed at me and smiled, clearly pleased to see me van escort here. And then he moved on, leaving us alone again.

Max returned to the task at hand. He reached behind the seat, grabbed his dark blue trousers and pulled them on. Next he shrugged his jacket on over his bare torso and worked his naked feet into his boots. Just barely decent, he popped open the passenger door and jumped down to the tarmac. An offhand shove at the door sent it swinging slowly shut.

Wise to what was about to happen, I pulled the sheets around me and slipped forwards into the driver’s compartment. With my bare knees on the floor and my chest on the seat, I caught the door before it latched and eased it open half a foot or so. Chilly air swirled inside. I peered back along the length of the truck.

Max stood in the narrow corridor between his rig and its neighbour. He was facing the trailer, about where the rear wheel of the cab tucked beneath it, and he was doing the shuffle of a man opening his fly. With that hot little pelvic dip to assist access, he tugged his cock free. His lack of self-consciousness was utterly thrilling. The whole world held its breath as he assumed the age-old stance: feet spread, shoulders hunched, arms locked, hands at the pump…

Totally absorbed in the task, Max was oblivious to me. In that penultimate second I had a choice. I could remain unnoticed and let him go about his business as he usually would, or reveal myself and see how well he performed under scrutiny.

I wolf-whistled.

Max looked up sharply, glancing first towards the thoroughfare beyond the cab then up at me when he spotted the door open a crack. He grinned at me and it was that same sly grin he’d flashed back in the summer. I was learning his ways: this smirk told me he was about to show me something good. He seemed pleased I was watching.

With casual arrogance Max placed his right hand, the one nearest me, on his hip. The action pulled his open jacket back, revealing a strip of hairy, muscular torso from neck to crotch. And his junk in glorious side profile. His fly was unbuttoned and unzipped, and his trousers were kept from slipping down over his naked arse cheeks by good fortune alone. He held the fleshy length of his dick loosely with his left hand.

Without missing a beat, he began to piss. The golden jet sprang from the head of his cock and arced between the tyre and the large mudflap. His stream was thick and rope-like and every bit as awesome as I’d imagined. It rained down heavily on the tarmac and the splattering sound seemed cacophonous in the early morning air, like someone had turned on an outdoor tap and left it running.

And Max looked utterly divine, roughly dressed in his workman’s gear, standing there with his shoulders back, hips forwards and big cock in hand, pissing unashamedly. I was rock hard and exhilarated by this most basic but eloquent display of his masculinity.

Max regarded his dick proudly, then eyed me from beneath his heavy brows. His expression conveyed perfectly a sense of so you like that, huh?

He grasped his dick more firmly and eased his hand forward, sliding the skin along his length. As his foreskin gathered around his helmet, his jet of piss feathered and became a messy spray. Golden droplets spattered and misted widely, turning the dusty grey tyre a shiny black.

Then he pulled right back, exposing his glistening cockhead. His piss became a single proud jet again. Stepping back towards the neighbouring truck, Max lifted the end of his dick and sent his stream gushing noisily against the side of his trailer, raising a deep purring sound from the tarpaulin as his piss hit it and ran off. He hoisted his dick further, aiming higher and higher up the side of his truck, until the golden stream began to apex in mid-air and fall directly to the tarmac once again.

And he didn’t stop there. Thrusting his hips forward, he leaned his upper body back and inclined his cock just dangerously shy of vertical. His piss was now a messy fountain jet shooting up in a tight arc before his chest, then raining down on to the ground with a wet slapping sound and beading his boots with splashback. My mouth hung open at his daring and my heart raced at the sight of it.

His meat seemed to grow thicker and fuller as he showed off to me. As he finally began to taper off and lowered his cock to the usual position, I saw it definitely was getting harder. It looked far heftier resting in his palm than it did earlier.

The stream diminished into its final dribble and began to taper off. Without pausing to completely finish, let alone shake and tuck himself away, Max surprised me by sprinting towards me and reaching up to pull himself back into the cab. I caught the look of horny mischief on his face and realised he was up to absolutely no good at all.

In a heartbeat I flung myself away from the door and back into the sleeping compartment. Max moved much faster than me. I heard the cab door slam shut behind him and, before I could turn, his arms seized me around the waist. ankara escort Growling, he drove me down on to the bed, flipped me over and then knelt astride me just as he had last night. His considerable weight pinned me to the mattress and his cold boots clamped against my sides.

I tried to push him over backwards for no other reason than to feel once again how immovable he could be when he wanted to. I’d never encountered a body capable of such brute strength and it thrilled me. Max no doubt recognised I hadn’t been with anyone built like him before, and my fascination with his brawn seemed only to excite him. He gave me a smug half-smile as he let me try and fail to budge him. To further demonstrate his might, his big hands locked on my wrists and, one at a time, he forced them down to my sides where he trapped them with his legs.

Chuckling somewhat breathlessly, he settled back on his haunches for a moment and his open jacket revealed the heavy mass of his chest, rising and falling with his deep breaths. The fact his semi-hard dick poked out of his unfastened trousers right in front of me seemed as unremarkable to him as the nose on his face. It had been joined by his bull balls which had also spilled out of his zipper. His thighs, spread wide over my body, had caused his open trousers to ride back up under his junk and lift his nuts, pushing one to either side of his shaft. The ripe masculine smell of his unwashed body was everywhere but it was especially intense here at crotch level; deep and animalistic.

Then the respite was over. Max brought his hips forwards and pushed his stiffening cock down towards my face. His helmet hovered just over my mouth and he shoved his foreskin forward over it.

It was only then I noticed the end of his dick was dewy with the very last of his piss, which he hadn’t milked out and shaken off for just this reason. It held its position above my lips, awaiting my attention.

I had tested Max’s mettle outside; now he was testing mine. His face settled into a mask of serious study. I supposed he was getting to know me as well and had guessed my previous sexual experience had never strayed too far from the ordinary. This here was another push against my limits, the outcome of which he was anxious to see. It was also the revelation of a sleazier side to his nature, one I had only caught brief glimpses of so far. Despite this, there was nothing insistent about him in that moment. It felt as though he was offering me something I was free to take.

Or not.

But he did squeeze his cock. At the very end of his gathered foreskin, a golden droplet swelled threateningly and trembled on the edge of dripping.

I hesitated, confused. I had never experimented with piss before. Only since Max had it even crossed my mind, as if the heft of his dick added a fascination to the act. And now I was being called on to walk the walk. Could I do it? Would it say something about me if I did?

The moment stretched out. My hesitation was taking too long; it was becoming more like reluctance. Max’s face remained set and expectant, only there was a hint of something else now: an impending disappointment, as if he’d suspected the wilder side of his character might rouse a disapproving side of my own.

Instead a more savvy part of me took charge, one that realised the sudden gravity of the situation. It recognised that this was indeed a challenge, one that symbolised the wide-ranging sexual adventures Max could offer and which tested my suitability as an accomplice in them. It reminded me that from the start I had been enthralled by his sexual drive, which was dark and strong and always destined to overwhelm my own. Hadn’t I always known I’d be pulled out of my depth sooner or later? Wasn’t that what made it all so exciting? And now, out of nowhere, that pivotal moment was upon me. It was quite a simple choice in the end. Step away from what I knew and let Max take me on an altogether different ride. Or refuse to be swept along by him and feel a dreaded distance open up between us.

I opened my mouth.

Max’s grin was immediate. He squeezed his cock, slapped its wet head on my tongue and a brand new taste entered into my bank of experience. His piss had the density and bitterness I expected, but it wasn’t quite how I’d imagined. It was much clearer, with a salty edge.

He watched me with calm interest, as if I was doing nothing more than taking my first sip of a wine he’d recommended. These games were nothing new to him but I guessed he still took pleasure in inducting others. He withdrew a touch and gave me a moment to get the full effect, then brought his dick back towards my mouth and parked the tip between my lips. My tongue probed around the end of his foreskin and slipped into the puckered opening, creating a hot lapping sound that made him groan appreciatively. I worked my tongue inside, beneath the tight hood where he was wet from the games he’d played whilst pissing, delving deeply into that tight pocket of skin and glans. The saltiness came alive on my taste buds again, heavier this time but with a hornier edge. I began to appreciate the symbolism of the act now, this subverted communion. I cleaned the cock he hadn’t bothered to shake off, and the implied subservience was a turn on for us both. And somewhere in amongst all this, a tacit agreement was reached: whatever wild ride he was offering, I was fully signed up.

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