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2nd Affair (Conclusion)

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A few days went by and things were back the way they were before Erin took on the two men at once. She visited Jason Monday for lunch, and again between school and work. Tuesday he worked during the day but she was able to see him after work while telling Randy that she worked until 10. Wednesday she skipped morning class and had Jason’s cock in her all morning long. That’s pretty much how September, and the first half of October went for Erin.

The next day, Thursday, was different. She was done class at 3 but worked at 5 so she went to Jason’s, who she knew was off at 2.

She got to the house, and Mike answered the door, letting her in. She was wearing tight black spandex shorts and a white T-shirt, really dressing down that day. Why put on something nice when it was just coming off of her?

She took off her black sandals, bending over in front of Mike. Her ass was so incredibly sexy, and he couldn’t help but think about the past weekend when he was actually IN that ass.

“Jason called to say he was working until 4 now.” he stated, wrestling with the boner that was trying to grow.

“Oh,” she replied, disappointed. “I’ll just do some studying until he gets home than.” She was addicted to that cock, and wasn’t leaving without getting it. She grabbed her books and walked over to the couch, Mike’s eyes on her ass as she walked away. She lay on the couch and pulled a book out of her bag, opening it up and she began reading.

She can’t say that getting Mike’s cock back inside her did not cross her mind, but it only flashed briefly. She remembered her promise to Jason. It was a one time thing, and she would only cheat on Randy with Jason. Nobody else.

Mike had three things going for him, though, as he tried to decide if he should put the moves on him. One was that he had Erin alone in the house with him for an hour. Two, Erin didn’t come to the house for a cup of coffee, or to read a book. She came to get fucked, so he knew she was horny. Three, and most importantly, Erin was a slut. She was easy, “no” was not in her vocabulary.

With that in mind, he decided on a course of action. He would not put any moves on her. He would not ask. He would tell. He walked up to the couch she lay in and stood before her wearing jeans and a T-shirt, the bulge in his pants was apparent.

“Put the book down.” he ordered sofly. Confused, Erin put the book on the floor. Her eyes fell upon the obvious bulge in his jeans and her already moist pussy grew even wetter. She began to have an idea of where this was going, but couldn’t be sure.

“Take off your shorts.” he said. She looked at him, shocked. She couldn’t speak for a second.

“What?” she asked, finding her voice.

“I said take your shorts off.” the black man repeated. Her heart pounded and her face flushed a little. She couldn’t decide if she was angry or turned on. She had a temper!

“Why would I do that?” she said, temper rearing it’s ugly head a little. She watched, speechless, as Mike undid the button and fly on his jeans. He reached in his pants and pulled out 8 inches of a rock solid, black dick. Her cunt flooded. She couldn’t help it.

“Because I know you want this, and you’re not gonna get it unless you take your shorts off.” he replied, erzincan escort “Now take them off!” Her eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from that beautiful black cock.

“What makes you think I would want that?” she said, small hands undoing the button and zipper in her shorts. He remained silent, watching as she raised her ass up off the couch and pushed her shorts down her smooth white legs. Skimpy, black panties were revealed as she pulled each foot out of her shorts and dropped them on the floor. She watched him, awaiting further orders. She glanced at his cock again, hungrily, wanting to put it in her mouth and taste him.

“Now take your panties off, slowly.” he breathed. Erin complied. Her hands slowly slid her tiny underwear down her sexy legs, revealing the furry triangle of her bush. She pulled each foot out of them and dropped them on the floor. So much for her promise to Jason. That promise lasted about 5 days!

Mike stared at her pussy. Her pink lips were swollen and quivering as she lay half naked on his couch. He tore off his shirt and a surge of desire shot through her as he revealed his toned black chest. He pushed his jeans and underwear down, becoming naked before her.

“Do you want this?” he asked, stroking his 8 inch member.

“Yes.” she breathed. She hated giving in to this guy. He was so arrogant! But she wanted that cock!

“Touch yourself first.” he said. He watched Erin’s small, manicured left hand slid down her body slowly. The engagement ring that her fiance, Randy, gave her grabbed Mike’s attention briefly as her hand reached between her thighs. Her fingers went straight for her clitoris, and she breathed inward slightly when she touched it. He nearly shot into the air as he watched her pretty fingers diddle her clit. Her breathing grew laboured as bolts of pleasure shot up through her body. He needed to see more.

“Put a finger inside.” he commanded, breathlessly. She was his now, to do with as he pleased. She knew this now.

It was at this point that she realized that she was a very loyal woman. She wasn’t loyal to Randy. She wasn’t loyal to Jason. She was loyal to cock.

She needed, and would do anything for, cock. No one man could keep her, if another man showed her his cock.

He watched her finger glide slowly down her wet slit until it reached the entrance to her treasure. Her pink lips opened up slightly and it disappeared inside her slowly. “Ohhhhh…” she breathed quietly as her finger slid past the second knuckle into her pussy. She began to slide it in and out of her slowly. Her hips began to subtly hump up into the air as she fucked her finger. He couldn’t hold out any longer.

He knelt on the floor beside her head on the couch. Erin turned her face towards him and grabbed his long cock with her other hand. Without any teasing, she just stuffed his black penis into her mouth. He moaned, softly, as he watched her lips slide most of the way down his member. Still fingering her pussy, she began to bob her head back and forth on his rod, slurping eagerly. He held her small head as she sucked his dick, and he couldn’t help but fuck her face a bit.

As Erin gave him a blowjob, Mike grabbed her left wrist and raised her hand up. Her finger erzurum escort slipped out of her sopping wet hole and he raised it to his lips. He sucked her wet finger, tasting her pussy as she gave him fantastic head. ‘slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp’ she slobbered hungrily on his dark meat, her cunt was tingling uncontrollably. She needed it badly.

Without taking his dick out of her mouth, he lifted his leg up over her head and set his knee down on the couch on the other side. He slid his black hands under her white ass and buried his face between her sexy thighs.

“Mmmmph!” she cried out, mouth full. His cock was bent straight down and he was fucking her mouth as he ate her pussy. His balls were hanging down, hitting her forhead at times as she gave him an expert blowjob. His tongue licked all over her slit, sliding inside her, tasting her wonderful juices. He sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, running his tongue all over them as he did so. “Mmmmmph…” she moaned again, nearly choking on his member.

Suddenly, his mouth clamped on her clitoris. His tongue lapped lightening quick at it. She moaned, taking his cock out of her mouth as she began to hump up into his face. He squeezed her ass cheeks hard, licking her sensitive button as fast as he could. “Ohh… Ohhhh… … … … OHHHHHHH!” she moaned, cumming. She rubbed her pussy hard against his face as her entire body grew incredibly hot.

All she felt was pleasure as she orgasmed violently. Mike continued to hold her clit in his mouth, sucking it, licking it, as the small girl came in his face. Finally, mercifully, he released her. He got off of her, and got on her again, this time missionary style.

Heart pounding, Erin opened her legs wide, placing a tiny foot on the edge of the coffee table. Her pink cunt lips were quivering as she watched him place the fat head of his black cock against them. Her chest was heaving, she was having trouble breathing she wanted him so bad! Her pussy was hot, and he could feel that heat against the top of his dick as he held himself at her entrance.

He pushed forward and they both watched as his thick, black penis squeezed in between the pink lips of her vagina. She was so wet that he got most of the way inside her in one stroke. “Ohhhhhhh…” she sighed, eyes closing as she felt herself fill up. He slid back halfway before entering her completely. 8 inches of his black penis was sheathed in her warmth.

He held himself deep inside her, and she opened her eyes and looked at him with desire. He pushed her shirt up her stomach and Erin helped him take it off of her, revealing her black bra. Chest heaving, pussy bursting with cock, she reached between her breasts and unsnapped her bra.

Two beautiful, creamy white breasts emerged as she arched her back and slid her bra out from underneath her. Pink areolas surrounded very erect nipples. Still holding himself inside her, he grabbed a breast in one black hand and bent to lick it. His tongue licked all around her areola and he could hear her sigh above him. Cock still buried inside her, he wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Erin began to rub her crotch up against him, needing him to fuck her. Mike took the hint bursa escort and released her nipple, holding himself up on his arms.

He began to slide in and out of her steadily, using long, deep strokes. Her breathing deepened and she closed her eyes as she concentrated on her pussy and the intense feelings within it. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” she began moaning, louder and louder with each deep thrust. She could feel the tingles within her build up, and she knew it would explode into an orgasm soon. Her moans grew higher in pitch, and her feet were now up in the air flailing helplessly behind him. He thrusted harder, his black ass clenching between her white legs.

He was watching her tits bounce with each hard thrust, and listening to her loud, sexy cries. “Unh! Unh! OHHH! OHHH! Unh! Unh! …. …. …. OHHHHHHHH!” she cried, cumming again. Her vagina pulsated around his driving cock, her body temperature went up about 10 degrees as she tried to regain control of herself.

He began to fuck her with all his might, beginning to lose it himself. His long, black cock pistoned in and out of her needy pussy with long, hard strokes. Her ass bounced hard off the couch, over and over, and she met each of his thrusts with just as much velocity. She had finally recovered from her orgasm, but remained in a state of ecstasy, moaing loudly. Her hands were scratching at his back and he was pounding into her like a hammer.

Mike was losing it, and he knew it would be big. He had a lot stored up over the past few days! He rammed himself in and out of the helpless girl a few more times as he decided where he wanted to shoot it. He decided to just pull it out and let it go wherever.

He slid his dark penis out of Erin’s hungry vagina, on the verge. His cock jerked in his hand, a thick wad of white jism shot out the end and into the air. He could not believe it when it flew across her torso and landed on her chin. Erin was caught off guard as well when she felt his hot liquid just miss her mouth. 2 more thick loads of his cum shot forth, landing on the inside of her left breast. He moaned as more cum fired out with less power, landing almost perfectly in her belly button.

He honestly had never before ejaculated as much as he was doing right now as a river of his semen trickled out and formed a puddle in the curls of her bush. He knelt there, cock in hand as they gasped for breath.

“Wow!” was all she could say. He watched her tongue gather the cum on her chin and pull it into her mouth. Her small hands grabbed her tits and rubbed his cum all over them, purposefully putting on a sexy show. Mike’s cum got all over her engagement ring as she coated her tits with his sticky cum. He stumbled over to her end of the couch, offering her his cock. She opened her mouth and accepted it, cleaning the remaining cum off his dick, and sucking what little remained inside him.

Later, she gathered her clothes and went to the bathroom, cleaning the cum off her bush and out of her bellybutton. To be naughty, she let the dried cum remain on her tits. Jason came home 15 minutes later and he took all of 3 minutes to slide his cock into Erin’s horny pussy. He had no idea that the tits that were bouncing before him were covered in another man’s cum.

The man who had even less of a clue as to how much of a slut Erin was being: Randy. When she came home that night, he had no idea that 2 other dicks were pounding away at her that afternoon. Regardless, she would be single before the month was over…

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Professor’s Pet Ch. 00

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Authors note: This story takes place about a year before chapter 1, the story of John and Maggie’s meeting, and eventually first time. Thank you to everyone who has patiently awaited this chapter. If you’re looking for a quick sex story, skip to the end.

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John opened the door to the optical office and its little bells clanked against the door, sighing to himself for leaving his glasses on his bed during his nap yesterday. His alone time on Tuesday afternoon was disrupted.

“I’ll be with you in a just a minute, sir,” came a woman’s voice at a nearby desk. She was helping a young girl get fitted for her first pair of glasses.

John followed the sound of the voice to a sweet brunette in her mid twenties and exchanged smiles with her. “Sure,” he said roaming to the excess of men’s eyewear on the wall. He didn’t need new glasses but there isn’t much to do to pass time in the optician’s office.

He looked over at the desk from afar, specifically at the store associate, sneaking little glances as she giggled with the young girl. The optician showed the little blonde girl the mirror, “You’ll be rockin’ at school now,” she said.

The optician was sexy in the girl next-door sort of way. A woman who would bake for you and blow you while her delectable treats were in the oven. She was young, later mid twenties, but old enough to have seen the world and develop her life. She wasn’t terribly young, but compared to himself at thirty-eight, its was an acceptable age difference.

John tried not to stare and occupied himself as if he were picking out a pair of glasses. He tried on a few pairs that he couldn’t really waste money on with the mouths to feed at home. His ears listened to her voice, soft with a slight hint of southern twang, as she went over insurance information with the mother.

He was able to glimpse at her in the mirror when he was trying on frames. Her lavender blouse continued to draw his eye. She was professionally buttoned up, not flaunting her cleavage, but his mind strayed to where that small strip of skin led.

He fumbled to put back a pair of glasses on the back light wall, distracted by the sales girl’s alluring smile. His eyes were drawn to her glossed lips and pearly whites. He casually slipped his glasses back on his face and rubbed his mouth trying to sidetrack his thoughts, “Sloppy Joes, or spaghetti for dinner…”

As he stole peeks at the woman his glasses kept sliding off his face, reminding him why he was here.

The associate got up with the girl and her mother and led them to the register. Her movements drew John’s attention; he quickly admired her dark purple skirt that hugged her hips and thighs, flaring out around her knees.

While walking behind the counter, she looked over at her waiting customer, “What can I help you with today, sir?” she asked.

“Just an adjustment, take your time,” John said pleasantly. He wasn’t rushed from being in the presence of a striking younger woman.

She smiled back to him, genuinely thankful for his courtesy.

She went about her work, explaining the forms to the girl’s mother and paying her out. He watched how she interacted with her customers. Gracefully, was the only adjective that came to mind.

Her brown hair danced lightly just below her shoulders in soft layers. Her breasts gave the chest of her blouse a bit of a snug fit. He didn’t mind. It made her curves stand out even more.

He shook off his thoughts; he still had to talk to this woman. He saw her smile a cheesy grin with the little girl and thank them for their business. It might be because he hadn’t been properly laid in nearly a month, but he couldn’t help but ogle the features of this stranger.

“Let me see if I can fix those glasses for you,” she said kindly.

“I left them on my bed and one of my kids thought it would be fun to jump into bed to wake me up from my nap,” he said with an uncomfortable chuckle, approaching the counter.

The associate raised a brow and smiled, “Your kids attack you while you’re resting? That is so unlike anything I’ve ever heard about kids,” she teased him. “Well, let me have a look and see what I can do.”

She looked him over quickly. A man in his late thirties, some grey speckling in his brown hair, good height, his nose was large but it fit his strong features, and pretty darn handsome in a black sweater-vest, gray shirt, and tie. “Well hello there, handsome,” she thought to herself.

He came up to the front of the counter and took his glasses off his face, thanking God his vision wasn’t terrible and he could still look at the sales girl. He handed his spectacles to her and squinted at her etched silver name-tag, “Thanks, Maggie.”

“You’re welcome, sir,” she said looking at the bent earpieces. “I’m going to use the heat and bend these back into shape for you. I do have glasses, just wearing contacts today. You can trust me,” she winked.

Maggie smiled as John chuckled at her comment and turned around. She took a few short bursa escort steps to the machine and turned it on, as she walked her hips swayed gently.

John got a slightly fuzzy, but good look at her legs for the first time, he looked down to her nude stockinged calves, “Are those stockings or pantyhose?” he wondered.

Maggie bent over just a bit as she used the machine, the slit on the back of her skirt opened up and he got a glimpse of lace stocking tops on her thighs. “Stockings! Fucking goldmine!” his inner voice screamed.

Suddenly his mind was invaded with visions of her bent over the counter and him plowing her from behind with her skirt pulled up over her hips. She continued working and he fantasized about the color of her bra and panties, if she was a moaner, if she talked dirty, and if she was wearing garters.

Maggie felt his eyes on her; enjoying the attention, she smiled to herself. She purposely bent over a little further and arched her back just a little bit more than she needed to. Her ass lifted up in the air for him, nonchalantly drawing more attention to her as she bent the earpieces back into proper shape.

His heart sped up a little and he closed his eyes, committing the view of her curved ass and hips to memory. His mouth had gone dry as he admired her body.

John’s collar felt tighter around his neck, his mind running rapid as he waited patiently, and his cock stirring under his black slacks. He imagined pulling on her brunette mane and spanking that round bum as he fucked her juicy pussy. He wanted to fuck her on top of the counter, her legs pulled back so he could dig deep into her holes, her lavender heels above her head.

He wanted to fuck this young woman properly, ravaging her body and make her scream. His cock was swollen and strained against his slacks. He wanted to do things to her he could never get from his wife.

Maggie turned around and John coughed. She smiled a knowing smile, blushing a little. “You should be all set, lets take a look at these on your face first,” she said a bit flustered, giggling at herself.

John leaned over a bit and let her slide his glasses onto his face, closing eyes to clear his thoughts. Maggie bit her lip in concentration sliding her fingertips along his temples, setting the earpieces behind his ears.

His nostrils opened, breathing in her scent as she moved in closer. She smelled like pure and clean soap. No fruit or flowery scents, just honest soap. She smelled natural, heavenly and intoxicating. He looked down for a moment and caught a glimpse of her breasts underneath her shirt, pushed up in her bra with shiny black satin cups. His inner voice praising the view as her soft, delicate hands adjusted the glasses carefully on his face.

“Look at me,” Maggie said taking her hands away from his face.

John cleared his throat, thinking he’d been caught looking. He raised his soft green eyes to hers. The hazel of her eyes was a gentle blend of brown and green. He found himself lost in them.

“Sorry,” he said, blushing.

Maggie smirked, “Nothing to be sorry for, I just need to make sure they fit properly.”

“Oh, oh, yes, of course,” John held still as she looked over the frames. He blinked a few times and took a few glances around at random places, feeling his eyes readjust slightly.

“Would you like me to clean these for you, too?” she asked and rubbed her glossed lips together. She gently pulled them off his face before he could answer and reached for a bottle of lens cleaning spray.

“That would be fantastic, thank you,” he smiled.

Maggie sprayed the lenses and picked up a cloth, her arms squeezed her breasts together as she cleaned his glasses. John couldn’t help but ogle her cleavage line that came further up her chest. He imagined what her tits would look like painted with his cum.

She handed him his glasses back with an innocent smile, “Anything else you need today, sir?”

“No, thank you, Maggie,” he said slipping his glasses on and blinking at the clarity. “You don’t have to call me sir, I’m John. John Gottschalk, or Professor Gottschalk on my better days.”

Maggie smiled and chewed her lip for a moment, twirling a brown lock on her finger. “Professor Gottschalk,” she said with a slight bow of her head, “well, it’s been my pleasure.”

He looked at her eyes one more time before leaving, she looked so innocent, but under he wondered what filthy rotten things she hides. “Thank you very much, have a great evening,” he said calmly.

“You too. If you need anything else, we’ll be here.” she said smiling.

John turned and left the office feeling giddy. His lips were curled into a huge grin and his mind was filled with fantasies of the cute, young optician. He could still feel her hands touching his face and her aroma in his nostrils. She flirted with him, gave him that bit of attention that no one could take away from him, something he’d been lacking for the past while at home.

He headed home and took çanakkale escort a quick shower before his wife got back. While soaping up he let his mind run free with the image of Maggie pleasuring him. He stroked himself to the thought of enjoying her body in the shower. His imagination ran wild, with her on her knees, his cock in between in her pouty lips, hot water running down his back. He wanted to push her up against the tile wall and thrust in and out of her, feeling her limbs wrapped around him, the steam from the hot water filling the air. He imagined shooting his load into her cunt. Instead, his load was wasted, pulled apart by the current of the hot water and jettisoned down the drain.

As days passed, Maggie continued to think about her customer. She spent her downtime at work daydreaming of him. She knew he was married. She saw his ring and he talked about his children. “There’s nothing wrong with some innocent flirtation, right?” was one of many thoughts in her head.

Saturday night, John got an urgent phone call to go to an early season Chicago Blackhawks game. John convinced his wife to let him go have a guy’s night. He took this opportunity and went out for a night of beer and hockey with his good buddy William. Between the first and second period, they got overpriced beer refills out on the concourse. As the men made their way to their seats, they checked out women in the arena walking by in heels that aren’t meant for sporting events. They joked with each other about John’s wife giving him a hard time about going out tonight as they sat back down.

John and William took their seats in the eighth row from the ice. They were stationed above the penalty boxes.

Early into the second period, the Blackhawks scored and the crowd rose up in jubilation. Unfortunately, one of William’s wayward arms collided with John’s refreshing beverage. He stared out in horror as his entire beer rained down upon the woman one row in front of him.

The woman screeched, cold beer soaking her shoulder to her stomach. She quickly turned around, her brown hair swishing through the air. She glared at him for soaking her shirt, “What the hell?”

The Fratelli’s “Chelsea Dagger” blared on in the background as John’s cup spun to a stop at his feet.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” John yelled quickly.

The woman lowered her glare as she recognized him at the same time he did for her.

“Oh, Maggie?!” he asked nervously, trying to rise above the sudden din of the crowd. The woman he had imagined naked countless times in the last few days right in front of him.

The joyous crowd finally quieted down for John and Maggie to talk.

“I’m so sorry,” he fumbled to find the extra napkins he stashed for his nachos earlier. “I’m so sorry, please let me buy you a new shirt or something. I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve to be soaked all night,” he said, noticing her wet chest and the apparent lines of her bra underneath her black t-shirt as he handed her the napkins.

Maggie blotted the stain on her shirt, getting a hint of butterflies; she blushed for no other reason. “Yeah, I don’t really want to smell like beer the rest of the evening.”

“Are you okay?” Maggie’s girl friend asked.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. This is John, he came into the office earlier this week,” she introduced her friend to the man that had been occupying her thoughts, “John, this is Liz.”

John nodded and smiled, “Nice to meet you Liz, sorry it’s because I soaked your friend.”

William cleared his throat, wanting to get in on the conversation between his friend and two pretty young women. His eyes focused on Liz. She was blonde and petite with delicious curves that hugged the hips of her jeans and the chest of her red Blackhawks shirt.

“This is my buddy William. This is Maggie; she adjusted my glasses this week, and her friend, Liz.”

William took note of Maggie’s bubbly blonde friend with a smile of appreciation. Liz batted her eyelashes flirtatiously as she was introduced.

“Come on, let’s get you a new shirt. I told my kids I’d buy them something tonight, anyway,” John said.

Maggie stood up, her shirt half wet with beer and her medium wash boot-cut jeans hugged her bum. John raised a brow and smiled, committing another vision to his memory. Both of them told their friends they’d be back shortly. Maggie followed John up the stairs of the loud arena, thinking about giving his ass a squeeze through his khakis. “You really don’t have to do this, I’ll be okay. I was joking about smelling like beer,” she said as they entered into the concourse area.

They walked next to each other on the way to the souvenir shop. “I know I don’t have to. But I’m a gentleman,” he smiled.

“A gentleman who wants a free wet t-shirt contest,” Maggie teased him.

She unconsciously grabbed his hand and stepped in front of him, leading him through a crowd of people. John was shocked; her hand was so soft and small fitting inside his palm. He grinned and didim escort took her lead, savoring the slight touch of another woman. She expertly darted in between standing lumps of people, tugging him behind.

Maggie blushed and pulled her hand out of his when they got through the crowd, “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to lose you.”

“It’s quite all right, being led around by a pretty girl doesn’t happen often for me,” he said.

She smiled as he opened the door to the souvenir shop, thanking him with a bow as she passed inside.

“So you have kids, how old are they?” Maggie asked as she looked through the racks of women’s t-shirts.

John stayed closely behind admiring how she gracefully moved. “Three kids, ten, eleven, fourteen.”

Maggie looked over and raised a caramel brow, “Oh, I assumed younger from them jumping on your bed, like you said.” She pulled a shirt off the rack, looked at it carefully and put it back.

John chuckled, “Well, I lied. I rolled over my glasses, I thought it was a better story.” He picked up a standard red team logo shirt for his wife.

She shook her head and laughed, “I may have to report you to my manager!”

Maggie smirked and turned back to a set of shirts. She hummed softly as she picked out a dark grey fitted t-shirt with vibrant red and golden yellow diamonds in an argyle print and Chicago Blackhawks, printed in script at the breast.

“Ooh. This one’s cute,” she said softly, peeking over at him, wanting his approval.

He watched her pull the shirt off the rack and drape it over herself; grinning as he watched her.

Maggie looked at the price tag tucked far inside the collar of the shirt, grimacing a little. “It’s thirty-five dollars, that’s too much.”

“If that’s the one you like, get it. I think it will look good on you, and you can always remember me.”

She looked down at the shirt again and back at him, “Thank you. You are very kind, John.”

He hung on her words, the way she said his name wasn’t how he’d ever heard it before. Her tone gained eroticism when she said it and it turned him on. It might be the gentle southern charm in her voice that he wasn’t used to, “You’re not from here, are you?”

Maggie walked through the little store taking her time browsing, “That is correct,” she looked over at him, “I’m from Texas, moved here about two years ago when the company I work for opened a new store. Do I sound like a hick?”

“No. No, it’s very nice. You don’t sound like a hick at all,” John said, reassuring her. He looked at her feet as she browsed through the kids’ stuff, reaching up to pull something off a rack in her silver ballet flats. “Chicago is a long way from home, how was the move for you?”

Maggie stayed on her tip-toes, scanning through the shirts on the top rack, “It was hard at first when I didn’t know anyone. But I thought of it like an adventure.”

“We all need adventure in our lives,” John said, approving of her stretched legs and the contour of her bum.

“Do you have girls?” Maggie asked coming back down flat-footed.

John blinked a few times focusing again on the conversation. “Yeah, the older ones are girls.”

She pointed to a high rack for him to get something down from a higher up rack, a stylish black t-shirt with the noble Blackhawk’s logo faded. “They’d like those, I think.”

He reached up to take down two girls shirts, “I’d like you,” John’s mouth said before his brain could catch up.

He felt the heat rise on his cheeks as Maggie’s mouth dropped open in surprise, a shimmer of light on her silver tongue bead caught his eye.

Maggie fluttered her eyelashes trying to think of something to say. “Oh wow,” she gasped quietly.

John pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for being blunt. Maggie’s lips kiss his cheek ever so lightly, sending warmth through his being.

“It’s okay,” she whispered then stepped back. “Let’s get something for your son.”

John nodded apologetically and held the shirt hangers on his fingers making his way to the novelties. Maggie followed close behind looking at posters. John rummaged through the mini hockey stick varieties.

“Does he have a favorite player? Or something more artsy like this ‘original six’ poster?” Maggie asked pulling out a tubed poster.

John smiled and settled on a hockey stick, “So am I going to tell my kids that this cute girl picked out all their souvenirs?” he teased her.

Maggie rolled her eyes playfully, “They will wonder how you suddenly got such good taste.” She handed him the poster and they walked to the register. While the cashier rang them up, they stayed quiet as Maggie and John exchanged a smile usually reserved for new couples. Then, he thanked the cashier and took his over-sized bag and gave Maggie the smaller one with her shirt inside.

They walked side by side until they neared the restroom. “I’m going to hop in there and change real quick,” she said.

“Of course, I’m going to grab a few more beers and I’ll meet you back here,” John answered.

Maggie headed off to the restroom to switch shirts and give her hair a quick brushing. John bought four beers and carried them in the holding tray. Maggie smiled as she came out seeing him coming up to her.

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Opposites Attract Ch. 02

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Noah bounded through the woods as quickly as he could with his injuries. He went back to the site where he had last seen his brother but there was nothing there besides some claw marks on the ground and trees around the area. He dropped to all fours again and jumped towards home.

After five minutes or so he reached the clearing where the battle had started and saw several puddles of blood, A few vampire corpses littered the area along with the bodies of his own people. He saw no sign of Aldaris. He looked through the piles of bodies for his brother and found several of his childhood friends, but not his brother. He saw Bane walking slowly on all fours between bodies, silently saying a prayer for their fallen brothers and sisters. He would grieve later. He ran to Bane and looked down at him, gasping for air.

“Bane….. Have you seen Aldaris?” He asked. He saw a sad look fill Banes eyes and he knew his brother was gone. He collapsed in the dirt and just stared solemnly.

“He survived the attack by the werewolf, barely. He was returning here when a female vampire with daggers attacked him. I’m sorry, Noah.” Bane said. He stood and placed a heavy paw on Noahs shoulder, trying to comfort him as best he could. Noah sat silently.

“We can finish up here, why don’t you go home.” Bane said. Noah briefly thought of how Bane must be handling it, Aldaris was his son. When Bane had found Noah as an egg he had taken him into the pack, into his own bloodline of the pack even. He wanted to object, he knew he should help. But all he really wanted to do was sleep. He nodded numbly and stood up to walk out of the clearing. He shifted out of his form and that allowed people to see the emptiness in his eyes.

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It had been two days since his brothers death and Noah sat on his bed. He hadn’t moved since he heard the news. But something kept nagging at the back of his mind and he felt like all he wanted to do was go see that vampire who had helped him. He laughed at himself and rolled in bed.

‘ Why do you want to see him? Just because hes handsome, and nice, and helpful, and different, and more handsome…..’ He trailed off. He growled for a second before shifting and running out of his house.

He arrived at the edge of the woods near the vampire, Matt’s, house. He peeked through the house and noticed all of the lights were off except one on the second floor. A bedroom, Noah assumed. He sniffed a few more times and when he was sure he couldnt smell anyone else he darted into the open. He trotted quickly towards the house, looking around for any enemies. He got to the wall and took one more look around before jumping and digging his claws into the side of the house. He looked at the deep holes in the wall his claws made and winced.

‘oops…’ he thought. He shook his head and kept climbing. He was surprised the vampire didnt hear the loud noise every time he took a step up the wall. He finally reached the window and peered inside. It occurred to him then how creepy he seemed. He saw Matt sitting on the bed and jumped through the open window.

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Matt thought he heard something but after a moment of silence he shrugged it off and turned back to his book. Which is why he nearly pissed himself when the giant dog jumped through his window. He screeched and dropped his book, losing his page, and stood from the bed looking for a weapon.

{Relax vampire, its me.} Noah seemed to scoff at him. {Nice scream.} He chuckled and looked around the room, he sat on all fours like a dog and just moved his head around. Matt sighed and picked up his book.

“That wasn’t a scream it was a…. war-cry.” Matt lied.

{Uh huh. Well, you…. war-cry…. like a girl.} If wolves could smile, Noah would be.

“Shut up.” Matt snapped at him and set the book down on his nightstand. “What are you doing here?” He asked and sat down on the bed. Noah lost his playfulness and shifted back and forth on his paws uncomfortably.

{Uh, well I wanted to say thanks, for helping me last time.} He shrugged with his furry shoulders. His amazing blue eyes looked anywhere but at Matt. Matt was touched that he had come back to talk to him.

“You’re welcome.” He nodded. There was an awkward silence for a moment.

“How is your friend?” Matt asked. Noah looked up at him with his head cocked to the side. Matt loved it when he did that.

{Friend?}

“The one who saved us.” Matt moved around the bed so he was sitting on the corner facing Noah. Noah’s blue eyes filled with tears and he looked down at the ground.

{His name was Aldaris, he was my brother. He died.} He whispered in Matt’s head. Matt felt like an ass for bringing it up.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say. Noah looked up and suddenly those innocent eyes didn’t seem so innocent.

{This is your fault! Your kind killed him!} He shouted and stood up, growling.

“Hey I saved your life, and you did the same for me! I didn’t kill your brother.” Matt stood up. çanakkale escort Noah stood up on his back legs and paced. Matt watched his heavy back paws thud with every step. He eventually sighed and stopped pacing, his shoulders sagged, all the anger leaving him. Matt watched as he shifted into his human form and had to hold back a gasp at the beautiful man.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you, it wasn’t your fault. You saved me.” Noah said. Matt swallowed and forced his dick to lie down.

“It’s alright. Come on, you look like you could use a drink.” He said and walked down stairs. Noah watched him for a moment before following him, at a distance.

Matt stepped into the kitchen and poured them both a drink. He handed Noah his and watched as he sniffed it suspiciously and looked at Matt before drinking it. Deciding it wasn’t poisonous he sipped his drink and sat down with Matt.

“How are your wounds healing?” Matt asked, trying to make conversation.

“They’re almost completely gone, thanks.” Noah said. He gave a small smile and brushed his light brown hair out of his eyes with one hand. Matt was surprised such a fierce fighter could come from such a little man. When standing, the top of Noah’s head only reached Matt’s chin. For a moment Matt allowed himself to think of what those soft lips would look like around his cock. He shook the thought away and took another gulp of his drink.

“I’m sorry you had to leave yesterday, But my clan was coming back. If they had found you…” Matt trailed off. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before Noah spoke up.

“It’s alright, my pack would have done the same to you.” Noah smiled shyly. Matt returned the smile and for once the silence wasn’t uncomfortable.

“You know, I was raised to believe that all vampires were horrible and evil. But your nothing like that, you’re really actually nice.” Noah blushed.

“I was raised to believe that all werewolves were mindless animals that only wanted to murder and kill. But you’re nothing like that.” Matt said. The two smiled at eachother.

“If you want, I’d like to stay friends.” It was Matt’s turn to blush. Noah smiled and nodded his head that he would.

“Awesome, just one thing before we finalize this friendship.” Matt said.

“What?” Noah turned his head to the side like he does when he was in his wolf form.

“What the hell is the difference between a Lycanthrope and a Werewolf?” Matt asked.

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Noah almost chuckled when Matt asked the question. He knew many people didn’t know the difference between the two and decided he would set Matt straight.

” I’m a Lycan, what you saw the other night, was a werewolf.” Noah said simply.

“Yeah I got that. But what is REALLY the difference? He just looked like he woke up on the wrong side of the rock he crawled out from under.” Matt said. Noah laughed and leaned back, crossing his legs.

” Lycan choose when they want to change and are fully aware of themselves when they are in their other form. Werewolves change with the lunar cycle and are just, what did you say, Mindless animals, after they transform.” Noah explained, taking the last drink out of his glass before setting it on the table. Matt nodded like he understood but looked like he was thinking about something.

” But aren’t your kind dangerous during the lunar cycle too?” Matt asked. Noah spit his last sip of his drink back into the cup and started coughing uncomfortably. Matt looked at him questioningly while Noah tried to get the liquid out of his lungs. When he was done coughing he blushed and looked very uncomfortable.

“What did I say?” Matt asked.

“Uh, well, we CAN be dangerous during the lunar cycle, but only on full moons. And it isnt for the reason you think.” Noah shifted in his seat.

“Why then?” Matt was oblivious to his discomfort.

“The full moon is when we, uh, you know.” Noah gestured with his hands. Matt looked at him confused.

“Mate.” Noah clarified. A look of realization crossed Matt’s face before he began giggling.

“So you’re saying if you don’t get laid on a full moon, you will go psycho and kill everyone?” Matt leaned back into the couch. Noah looked like he was going to object but he closed his mouth and nodded his head.

“Yeah pretty much….” He shrugged. The two laughed and Noah was glad that he came. He felt so much better when he was around Matt.

“So you got any family? A girlfriend?” Matt asked nonchalantly.

“No, I’m gay actually.” Noah clarified.

“Oh, So a boyfriend then?” Matt asked.

“Nope I pretty much fly solo.” Noah shrugged. There was a sad look in his eyes.

“No kids or anything?” Matts heart would be thundering if it could still beat.

“No, I decided I wanted to wait for my mate before having hatchlings.” Noah said and looked at Matt with his big blue eyes.

” And hatchlings? Aren’t you a mammal?” Matt’s brow furrowed .

“We lay eggs.” Noah smiled.

“So you’re çeşme escort a reptile?” Matt tried to think about that.

“No, We are mammals. We just lay eggs. Like platypuses.” Noah shrugged.

“I thought it was platapi?” Matt scrunched his eyebrows more.

“Does it matter?” Noah laughed and showed a row of gleaming white teeth.

“I suppose not.” Matt shrugged. ” What about the whole ‘Cant cross moving water’ thing?” Matt asked.

“Thats werewolves. People always get that myth confused with us because we cant swim so we try to stay away from water.” Noah shrugged.

“Really, you can’t swim?” Matt looked shocked.

“That’s our greatest fear.” Noah shrugged.

“I bet I could teach you.” Matt smiled. Noah rolled his eyes and changed the subject

“So, Dracula. You got to ask your questions now it’s my turn.” Noah said. Matt sat forward and looked like he was ready for something.

“Okay, shoot.” he said. Noah thought for a moment.

“Do you really drink blood?”

“Yes.”

“Do you kill people when you drink their blood?”

“No. I only feed from humans once or twice a month, usually I drink bagged stuff, a friend of mine sells it.”

“Does holy water sting?” Noah raised an eyebrow.

“No.”

“Stakes through the heart?” Noah poked him in the chest.

“Wouldn’t that kill anybody?” Matt shrugged.

“Garlic?”

“Only if I eat it before a date.” Matt joked, but kept his face serious.

“Sunlight?” Noah looked outside at the dark sky.

“Yes.” Matt grimaced.

“Coffins.” Noah raised an eyebrow.

“Definitely not.”

“Crosses?” Noah cocked his head to the side. Matt opened his mouth to reply but closed it and nodded.

“Well, yes actually.” He said. Noah looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Churches?”

“Yeah those creep me out, not because I’m a vampire. Just cuz They’re creepy.” He chuckled. Noah giggled and after a fit of laughter, Matt stood up.

“Come on, I’ll make us something to eat.” He walked into the kitchen.

“Vampires eat?” He asked.

“We don’t have to, but I always loved food.” Matt smiled.

“Well one thing you will learn about Lycans, is that we are always hungry.” Noah said, he looked around the house and could hear Matt in the kitchen. He found several pictures of Matt and what appeared to be friends or family, Noah assumed it was his clan.

“How bout some steak?” He heard Matt call from the kitchen. His mouth watered and if he had a tail in this form it would have been wagging.

“Sounds great.” He shouted back. He continued looking along the row of pictures. He found a necklace hanging above one of the pictures of him and his clan. It was just a simple black string threaded through several large teeth. Noah recognized them as the fangs of his people. They were to short to be werewolf and to thick to be vampire. He swallowed and kept walking. After a couple minutes of exploring the house he heard Matt call out to him. He stepped into the kitchen to see Matt set down a plate with a rare steak on it. The other had another steak but much more rare. The human in him grimaced at the bloody slab of meat but the animal in him screamed ‘feed me’ .

Matt set down silverware and sat across the small table from Noah.

“Dig in.” He smiled. Noah licked his lips and reached for the knife. For a moment Matt thought the stove was still sizzling from the steaks but when Noah screeched loudly and jumped from the table, knocking the chair back, he realized to late that the silverware was real silver. A large burn mark dug into the palm of his hand where he had picked up the knife. Smoke came off the wound and it looked red and painful.

“Shit! I’m so sorry I didn’t think about the silver.” Matt said, he felt awful, he had just made a new friend for the first time in a long time and he tried to burn his hand off.

“It’s fine.” Noah grunted through the pain but he held his hand close to his body and whimpered quietly.

“Fuck, let me go get the first aid kit.” Matt ran upstairs with only the speed and grace of a vampire. He got back with the first aid kit and could hear Noah’s gasping breaths. He clutched his hand to his chest, cradling it with his good hand and had his eyes squinted shut. Matt could see a few tears leaking out.

“Let me see it.” He reached for his hand and Noah gave it to him willingly. The large red gash in his palm was exactly the size of the knife handle. The wound was red and incredibly deep. He didn’t know silver could do this to a Lycan. He knew it hurt but didn’t know it had this effect. He briefly wondered what it felt like to be shot with a silver bullet as a werewolf. He shook and moved Noah over to the sink.

He ran water over the wound and watched as a mix of blood and seared and/or melted flesh washed away. The wound looked better after being washed but still looked red and angry. Matt sat Noah down in a chair and got his a drink. Noah sipped it gingerly as Matt bandaged his hand. Noah sat diyarbakır escort on the chair and Matt kneeled on the floor so Matt was eye level with Noah’s waist. Matt wasn’t thinking about sex at a time like this but Noah couldnt take his eyes off of the beautiful man bandaging his hand. Once he was done he stood up and put the first aid kit on the table.

“There, better? I’m so sorry I just didn’t think.” Matt shook his head, he felt horrible.

“It’s alright, really, you didn’t do it on purpose.” Noah said and looked at his hand. Before Matt thought about it he picked up the small hand and kissed the palm gently. Noah gasped and the two shared a long gaze.

” I…. I should get home.” Noah said, without taking his eyes off Matt’s.

“Yeah, will you come back?” Matt was in a trance until he realized he might have scared the smaller man off.

“Yes.” Noah said, simply. He jumped off the chair and shifted. The bandaged stayed on but looked a lot tighter. Noah dropped onto all fours and padded across the tiled floor to the sliding glass door. Matt opened for it and Noah stepped out and headed towards the forest. He took one more look at Matt before limping off into the woods.

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Noah’s dick was rock hard by the time he stepped into his house. He changed back into his human form before stripping his clothing and throwing himself down on the bed. He stroked his cock furiously. Even with the bandage there, Matt’s lips sent an electric shock from his hand to his cock. Noah had to leave before Matt noticed and felt bad about rushing out. But now he got to satisfy himself before the memory faded. He used his right hand to pump his six inch cock and used his left to play with his hard nipples. He moaned and moved his hand away from his nipples to play with his ass. He moved his finger in circles over his tiny pucker. He felt his climax getting closer and pushed his finger into his ass as he came. After his orgasm subsided he licked his cum off of his hand and imagined it was Matt’s. He rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

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Matt watched Noah leave and rubbed his dick through his jeans. He moaned loudly and remembered that Noah’s kind were supposed to have good hearing. He opened his eyes and looked at where Noah walked into the woods but didn’t see anything. He sighed his relief and ran up to his bedroom quickly.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and began jerking it, thinking of Noah’s smooth lips wrapped around it. He gasped Noah’s name as he came in long spurts on his stomach and chest. He sighed and began falling asleep.

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Noah stretched and yawned in bed before he willed himself to get up and make breakfast. After he showered and got dressed he stepped into the kitchen to make himself something to eat. As his eggs were frying he looked at the still red gash in his hand where the silver had burned him. He sighed and traced the sore wound with his finger.

‘It was worth it if I get to see Matt again.’ Noah thought to himself. He put his eggs onto his plate along with ham and toast and began eating.

Matt poured himself a mug of blood before sticking it in the microwave to heat it up. He hated the bagged stuff, it was much better fresh. He saw the first aid kit sitting on the kitchen table and was reminded of Noah. He sighed and wondered how he ended up in love with a wolf.

‘Whoa whoa whoa, Love? You just met the guy, and hes a flea ridden mongrel!’ He shouted at himself. He winced and regretted calling Noah a mongrel. He did care for him, even if his brain wouldn’t let him admit it. He sipped his warm blood and heard a knock on the sliding glass door. He couldn’t see through the blinds on the door but there was only one person he knew of who would come over, or at least knock when they did. He put on a pair of gloves and stood behind the curtain as he opened the door. The shaggy light brown wolf stepped into the house and looked at Matt with his large blue eyes.

{Hey.} Noah said. Matt could tell he was a little bit shy.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Matt asked. He was glad Noah couldn’t wait to come back, he did love him, er, his company. He loved his company.

{I’m sorry it’s probably to early. I didn’t think about you being nocturnal and all.} Noah shifted uneasily on his paws.

“No its fine, I stay up normal hours.” Matt said while he slipped off the gloves.

{What’s with the gloves?} Noah sat on his haunches.

“Normal hours don’t agree with me.” He laughed and nodded outside. Noah’s eyes widened.

{Oh the sun, I forgot.} He traced circles in the carpet with his front paw.

” I was actually just going to hang out and watch a movie. Do you want to join me?” Matt decided to take a leap, he wanted to spend more time with Noah.

The wolves ears perked up and his tail wagged slightly.

{If you wanted.} He tried to hide the excitement in his voice. Matt smiled and walked over to the couch, he heard Noah limping behind him and remembered burning the small boy.

“How is you’re paw?” He asked. He was surprised to hear Noah’s voice not his thoughts.

“It’s better, thank you.” He turned to see the smaller man blushing. His hand was still wrapped in a bandage but it was a new one.

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“Brad, can I ask you a question?” Stacy, my wife of 10 years asked me.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Are you gay?” she asked.

“What?” I asked, trying to quell the fear that I was certain was obvious in my voice. “Why would you ask that?”

“Brad, I’m not as naïve as you think. I’ve seen the sites you visit on the Internet. I’ve watched some of the porn you’ve watched. They all show men having sex. I’ve even seen your responses to Craigslist postings.”

So there it was. I underestimated my wife’s tech knowledge and her curiosity about what I did on the Internet. She had discovered my deepest secret, my biggest fantasy.

The best way to describe myself is bi curious. I know that is cliché but it’s the most accurate description I can find to describe myself. I don’t know if I really want to have sex with a man. I know for certain that I don’t find men attractive. I know I don’t want to kiss a man. But when I think about sucking a man’s cock or being fucked by a man, my heart races, my cock swells, and I seek outlet on the Internet.

It was time to come clean. I couldn’t lie to her. I didn’t want to lose her but she deserves to know. “No, I’m not gay, Stacy. But, I do think about sex with a man. It turns me on, but it’s a fantasy. I honestly don’t know if I would ever act on it.

“But what you aren’t considering is that most of the sites I’ve visited, most of the movies I’ve watched are all bisexual in nature. What turns me on about this fantasy is that you are there with me, that you are a participant. I fantasize about you being turned on by this, by you convincing me to do this”, I said.

“How long have you had these desires, Brad?” Stacy asked me.

“I don’t really know, Stacy. I can remember having these fantasies since about the time we got married” I said. “But I can’t say for sure that I didn’t have these fantasies back in high school or college.”

“Is it because of me? Do you not love me anymore?” she asked.

“No, absolutely not! I love you as much now, as I did when we got married. I don’t have any emotional attachment to the men I fantasize about, hell, I don’t even imagine the faces of the men when I have these fantasies. I really can’t explain it. I just know that I’m curious about sex with a man: what it feels like, how it feels to give a man pleasure, to be fucked. I don’t know….It’s just a fantasy of mine.”

“So you don’t want to actually experience being fucked?” Stacy asked. “I don’t know” I said. “I guess deep down inside, I really do want to try it, but I’m nervous.”

“Why have you kept this a secret? I mean, I thought we shared everything.”

“Stacy, this is confusing and scary to me. On top of that, I know your thoughts about homosexual sex. I was afraid that you would divorce me. Hell, I’m terrified you’ll divorce me now that you know.”

“Well, I really didn’t know how to process this at first” she said. “After seeing some of the sites and watching some of the videos I got a bit more comfortable with the idea. Now that we’ve talked about it it’s less of a turn off. I’m not saying it’s a turn on, either, but I’m more open to the idea.”

My mind was reeling at this point. I never thought my wife would find out my secret and was terrified if she did find out. Now she knows and she’s saying that she is open to the idea! My whole world has been turned upside down in a matter of a few minutes.

“Come with me, let’s go to the bedroom” Stacy said.

She took my hand and I followed her into our spacious bedroom. She climbed on the bed and invited me to lay next to her. Her lips found mine and kissed me lovingly, passionately. My lips opened to her probing tongue. Our kisses were like those we shared when we were dating.

Her hand found it’s way to my zipper. She worked my zipper down and undid my button all while keeping my tongue in her vacuum lock. Fishing out my cock I felt more than heard her moan.

She pulled away from the kiss and worked my pants and underwear down. She took off my shoes, pulled my pants, socks and underwear off and then slid her hands up both of my legs. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock while gently kneading my balls with the other.

Looking into my eyes, she lowered her mouth onto my cock and engulfed it in one slow motion. Her tongue slid up and down the sensitive underside of my cock. She continued her slow slide down my cock until reaching the base before easing back up to the sensitive head.

She continued to work on my dick while I moaned in appreciation. It was a struggle for me to keep from cumming, knowing that I wanted to give her pleasure equal to that which she was giving me. I let her work me over for a few more seconds but finally, grudgingly pulled her off my cock.

I pulled her back up to kiss her, while my tongue probed her mouth with vigor. I started to slide her sweater off so that I could access her bra and finally remove her 36D tits from their constraints. I worked my way down to her breast, first licking, and then gently nibbling on her left nipple, which grew to a beautiful nub under my attention. I switched to edirne escort her right nipple and bit her nipple more forcefully. She cried out and pulled my head hard into her breast.

I released her nipple and kissed my way down to her flat belly while working her pants and panties off her hips. Siding the rest of her clothes off of her she stood gloriously naked in front of me. Kissing my way up her legs, I pay special attention to the inside of her knees, a place I know drives her crazy.

Reaching my final destination, I smelled her wonderful scent. I dove in between her legs to lick her pussy. I lightly licked her outer lips, slowly working my way to her clit. When I reached her rosebud I lightly grazed it at first and then began to pay special attention to her clit. She began to writhe under me and I had to grab onto her ass to hold her in place. She grabbed my head to pull me into her pussy and began to moan, softly at first, then louder as her orgasm continued to build. Her writhing stopped but her moaning increased and I knew that she was very close. I continued my attention on her clit and she cried out, her orgasm rushing through her body. I knew that at this point she was too sensitive and I backed away, admiring her as she comes down from her orgasm.

As soon as she has recovered she pushed me on to my back and climbed on top of me. Spreading her lips she slid on to me in one swift motion. We both sighed in ecstasy and she began to rock up and down, riding my cock slowly at first, then with greater and greater intensity. I was trying hard to keep from cumming but soon it became too intense and I launched what felt like the biggest load I had ever shot. Stacy continued to ride me as I came down from my ecstasy and then leaned forward and gave me a loving kiss.

What happened next took me completely by surprise. She climbed off my deflating cock and crawled up so that her pussy was directly over my mouth. I could see my cum sliding out of her. She lowered herself on to my mouth and I had no choice but to start licking her again. The taste of her juices mingling with mine was extremely erotic. Her moans grew in intensity and she rode my face to a second oragasm.

Climbing off of me she gave me a tender, passionate, sexy kiss and asked, “Did you like that?”

I managed to mumble “MM HMM” or something like that. Then she asked me if I enjoyed cleaning her up. I really didn’t know how to answer that. Of course, I enjoyed the whole situation including cleaning her up but I still didn’t know what she thought about my fantasy. If I answered truthfully, would she finally have the evidence she needed for a divorce?

Finally she made it easy on me and said, “I know you enjoyed it, you don’t have to answer. It’s okay. I want you to experience your fantasy. It’s something that I’m open to and want to do for you.”

I didn’t know what to do so I just hugged her tight and told her I loved her. She fell asleep in my arms but I was having a hard time sleeping. I still didn’t know how I felt about this scenario. I felt sure that Stacy was willing to help me fulfill my fantasy but what would happen afterwards? Would she still be attracted to me? Would she still love me? How would I feel afterwards?

The next morning Stacy didn’t mention our conversation and I didn’t bring it up either. In fact, we didn’t discuss it for the next two weeks, but then on Friday we were out at a bar and Stacy asked, “Are you ready to experience your fantasy?”

I said, “I don’t know, why do you ask?”

“Well, at 10:00 tonight a man is coming over to have sex with you”, she said.

I was shocked! “What? Who? How did you set this up so quickly?” I said.

“My friend from college, Allen, is gay. I’ve kept in touch with him over the years and after our conversation a few weeks ago I emailed him. I told him I didn’t know what to do and just wanted someone to talk to that might understand. He told me that desires like yours are very common. He said he personally has had sex with four different married guys over the years and that many of his friends have had similar experiences. He made me realize that your fantasy doesn’t mean that you don’t love me or that you want to leave me but that you really do just want to try something new.”

Stacy continued, “After wrapping my head around the whole thing I asked him how I could meet someone to help you fulfill your fantasy. I told him that I was worried about finding someone that was safe and would treat us with respect. Finally, he suggested that he help us out. He’s clean, respectful and I trust him, so I invited him to come over tonight.”

I didn’t know how to feel at this point. I was terribly excited, terribly scared, and felt like I would cum right there! I really didn’t want anyone to think differently about me, not Stacy’s friend and certainly not Stacy.

Seeing the concern in my eye, Stacy attempted to calm me saying, “Don’t worry, Brad. First, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I trust Allen completely. He won’t tell anyone and he won’t push for more get togethers after tonight. Remember, I elazığ escort love you and want you to be happy. I will love you tomorrow as much as I do today.”

I breathed a sigh of relief but it didn’t allay all my fears. I still didn’t know if I wanted to go through with this. I didn’t know how I would feel about myself afterwards and frankly, I didn’t know if I’d be any good.

Looking at my watch, I realized that I didn’t have any time to worry because we would have to leave the bar now in order to get back to our house by 10:00. We finished our drinks, paid our tab and made our way back to our house.

The walk to our house seemed painfully slow but in reality, it is only a ten minute walk from the bar to our house. It was only a few minutes from our closing the door to hearing the doorbell ring. I knew that it was Allen and I would have to decide right now whether I was going to go through with this fantasy.

Stacy got up from the couch, walked to the door and opened it. She greeted Allen with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and welcomed him into our house.

“Hi Allen, it’s great to see you again. How long has it been?”

“I think it was last spring at the reunion, right?”, Allen said.

“I think you’re right. Allen, this is my husband, Brad,” she said.

“Nice to meet you, I’ve heard great things about you,” Allen said, extending his hand for a handshake.

It felt like my hand was shaking, my heart felt like it was going to explode through my chest, and my throat was as dry as a desert.

Allen shook my hand in a firm but friendly manner. He was slightly taller than I at about six feet. He didn’t have an athletic build but rather was slightly skinny. His face was clean shaven and he had somewhat shaggy, blond hair. It occurred to me that he wasn’t what people would call gorgeous but he certainly wasn’t unattractive.

Stacy broke the silence by saying, “Brad, why don’t you get us some drinks? We have a bottle of wine in the wine refrigerator that I think Allen would enjoy.”

“Sure,” I mumbled and walked off to the kitchen. I found the bottle of wine, poured two glasses and got myself a beer.

We made small talk while drinking our respective drinks but soon we had all finished our drinks and Stacy once again encouraged us to move forward with the fantasy saying, “I think it’s time to move to the bedroom.”

We all stood up and I knew that it was now or never. I was either going to go through with this or I wasn’t. I found myself following Stacy into the bedroom with Allen behind me. During that short walk I knew that I was going to go through with this, that I was going to finally live out this fantasy. I was hoping that Stacy wouldn’t think differently of me but I had to trust her. I wouldn’t call it confidence but I was feeling slightly more comfortable with this scenario.

We made it to the bedroom and Stacy sat on the chair that we have next to the bed. Allen and I stood next to each other and he began to take off his black, button down shirt.

“Well, Brad, I think you know what to do. Help our guest get more comfortable,” Stacy said.

I turned to face Allen and with my hand shaking, I reached out to take off his belt. After pulling his belt off I began to unbutton his pants and slide his zipper down. I could see the top of his black boxer briefs and began to slide his pants down. I realized that I hadn’t yet taken off his shoes but he helped me out by kicking off his loafers before his pants reached his ankles. I then pulled off his pants as well as his socks.

Allen stood there in his black boxer briefs looking kindly at me. His cock bulged in his underwear and I knew what I had to do. I slipped my hands in the waistband of his shorts and pulled them off. His cock sprang free, looking partially hard. His hair was neatly trimmed and his balls hung low beneath his shaft.

I kneeled down to get a closer look at his cock. My face was inches from his cock. He smelled nice, not terribly musky and not perfumed. I reached out and began to stroke his shaft feeling it grow with each stroke. I turned my focus to his balls. I had never handled another man’s cock, much less his balls. It felt strange but still oddly familiar. I certainly had handled my own equipment thousands of times before and while this was similar it was different too. I had never had this perspective before, looking at a hard cock at eye level.

It seemed his cock had grown completely hard at this point, at least seven inches and thicker than I. It was now or never, I finally decided to take the plunge. I opened my mouth, moved my head closer and wrapped my lips around his cock. I slid my lips down his shaft until I felt his head bump up against the back of my throat. I didn’t feel a need to deep throat him on my first attempt but rather to just enjoy the moment. I backed off until I had just his head in my mouth before sliding back down.

As I gained more confidence I started to swirl my tongue on the sensitive underside of his head. I soon felt Allen’s hand on the back of my head and I looked up to see a look of enjoyment erzincan escort on his face.

He looked down at me, smiled and moaned, “Mmm, that feels amazing.”

I continued my ministrations and felt slightly more pressure on the back of my head. Allen was encouraging me and I was happy to oblige. It was then that I realized that I was enjoying this, that I was enjoying being a cocksucker.

I pulled off Allen’s cock to catch my breath and looked over at Stacy. I saw her right hand kneading her breast and her left hand was in her pants moving in a way that made me realize she was massaging her clit. She smiled at me and nodded at me to continue.

I turned back to Allen’s cock and he pulled my head back onto his cock. I returned to my task of sucking his cock. Allen needed to change positions and sat on the edge of the bed. I moved between his legs and returned to sucking his cock.

As I continued to suck I felt Allen buck his hips in time with my motions. He was becoming more vocal, saying things like “Suck my cock.”. I heard Stacy say “Take that cock, Brad,” as well.

Allen’s hips continued to buck and his moans grew louder. I thought maybe he was close to cumming. Before tonight I often wondered if I wanted to swallow cum. There was no wondering now, I knew I wanted to swallow his cum, all of it.

It was only a few seconds later that I was rewarded with a large spurt of his cum. I quickly backed off, keeping only his head in my mouth. His cum tasted salty like I imagined but it was not unpleasant. Far from it, it was very enjoyable. He pumped four or five large spurts into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some leaked from the corners of my mouth. When he was done I pulled off his cock and licked the corners of my mouth to try to get all of his cum.

Stacy pulled me up and kissed me with more vigor than I’ve felt since we’ve been married. Pulling off my lips she smiled at me and asked me if I was okay. I nodded with what felt like a stupid look on my face.

Stacy began to take my clothes off. Until then I didn’t even realize I was still fully clothed. She had me naked in no time and got down on her knees and began to suck me like I had Allen. She didn’t stay down there long, though. Standing up, Stacy said “I don’t want you to cum yet. There’s more fun to be had tonight.”

I began unbuttoning Stacy’s blouse and pants. My hand grazed her panties and they were soaked through. I took off her bra and she slid off her panties. We collapsed on the bed and made out like high school sweethearts. I moved down to her breast and began to suck on her nipple. My hand massaged her other breast, kneading it aggressively.

After a few minutes of this I felt Allen massaging my ass. His hands were caressing my ass while occasionally grazing the crack of my ass. I was in heaven. I was making out with my beautiful wife while a man was playing with my ass.

Reaching between Stacy’s legs I inserted my finger into her pussy. She was so wet it was like her pussy was sucking my finger in to her. She moaned loudly as I inserted a second finger into her sex.

I felt something cool in my ass and knew that Allen was preparing me for the ultimate fulfillment of my fantasy. He spread some lube around my asshole before inserting a finger. It was a pleasant feeling and was not painful at all. When he added a second finger I felt more full but still no pain.

Stacy pulled off of me so she could watch the show. I let Allen continue opening me up, enjoying the sensations. He pulled his fingers out of me and I kneeled down to give Allen a little encouragement. I wrapped my lips around his cock for a second time, taking more of him in than I was able to previously.

He pulled me up and eased me onto the bed on my back. I slid further onto the bed to give Allen room to climb on while he lubed up his cock.

Allen climbed between my legs, and I lifted my legs to let him in. Allen pushed back on my thighs, raising my ass off the bed. I felt a slight pressure on my ass and knew his cock was lining up for it’s final assault.

He asked if I was ready and I nodded yes. Allen pushed slowly but firmly and felt more pressure than before. While I felt no pain when Allen used his fingers I was definitely feeling pain now. However, mixed with the pain was intense pleasure. He continued pushing into me and I felt a slight pop as his head entered my ass. The pain subsided and only the pleasure remained.

Allen continued to push until I felt his balls on my ass. He was all the way inside of me and I felt a sense of accomplishment. Allen stopped, allowing me to get comfortable and then began to ease back out until all that was left inside me was his head. He pushed back in, this time bottoming out in one swift stroke.

I was out of my mind. All I could think of was, “I’m getting fucked!” It felt amazing! Allen smoothly thrust in and out of my asshole. He wasn’t aggressive just insistent. He was driving to his ultimate conclusion and I was happy for him to finish inside me. I don’t know what it’s like to be fucked as a woman but it seemed like this was very close. I loved giving him pleasure, allowing him to use my body for his gratification. Looking at Allen, his eyes were screwed tight, a look of intense concentration and pleasure was on his face. I loved knowing that it was my body making him feel like this.

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The sweet taste of wine lingered in my mouth as I worked into the late hours of the night. Grading papers was a bitch. I recently graduated from college, and at the age of 24, I was already teaching high school English in a small town in Oklahoma that I had never even heard of prior to the job offer.

I’d been there for a few months already. It was taking a lot of time to get acclimated since I came from a big city. I’ll admit, the school wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I can’t complain. It was just the first step on my career path to my larger goal. For now, I got to teach bratty teenagers who couldn’t care less about what I was saying. That attitude was clearly reflected in their work too. The whole process was exhausting.

“You’d think by senior year these kids would learn the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re,'” I said aloud to no one in particular as I corrected what seemed to be the tenth paper of the elementary mistake. It was pretty quiet around my apartment. I needed to get a pet of some sort to keep me company. I sure as hell wasn’t going to find a boyfriend around here. That’s for sure.

Finally, around 12:30am, I called it quits for the papers. They were just too much to deal with at that point on top of the fuzziness I was feeling from the wine. In fact, the buzz was probably swaying my grading, but they were still awful. I made my way to my bedroom and crashed on my bed. It was like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulder when my head hit the pillow. My body was aching. I let out a deep sigh and eventually grabbed my phone to scroll through social media. After a while, some porn popped up on my feed. I paused and watched as a man’s cock pressed against a twink’s tight little hole until his head popped in. My own hole twitched at the sight, and it was in that moment that I realized how long it had been since I last had sex.

It didn’t take long from there for me to pull my own dick out and start stroking all 7 inches. I quickly got some lotion and moaned at the feeling of it lubing up my cock. After watching this twink get his ass pounded for about two minutes, I couldn’t take another second. I downloaded that stupid app again. You know the one.

My profile was exactly as I had left it. My main photo was of me and my friend, angled just right so that you could see my sculpted ass. I worked hard in the gym to keep up a nice body, but my butt stole the spotlight.

I glanced through my old nudes. The one I was most proud of was one an ex took. It was shot on a professional camera. I was on all fours with my back as arched as it could be, in nothing but my favorite maroon jockstrap. My hole was beautiful in that picture. I’ll admit it. That nude had gotten me laid many times.

I started looking at the nearby profiles, knowing that nothing was going to be around. I checked when I first moved here, and the only attractive guy was 50 miles away. I honestly didn’t know what I was expecting that night. I scrolled aimlessly until someone caught my attention, or at least, my dick’s attention.

Usually torso pictures are a turn off because I like to know what a guy looks like before talking to him. Maybe it was the alcohol that lowered that standard though, because this one got to me. I inspected further into his bio.

He was 18, 6’0, toned build, and his ‘about me’ section just said to message him. I guess I was really horny because I slipped a finger lower past my taint to lightly touch my hole as I checked out his chest and abs.

‘Hey,’ I sent. Thankfully, not much time at all passed by before he replied.

‘Sup,’ he said.

‘Not much. Just hanging around my place, drinking a bit. You?’

‘Looking for some ass’

That was another thing that usually turned me off. If I was looking for sex, I’d at least want to ease into the conversation, but my dick was taking charge. I was obviously insanely horny because just that message got me to pop my digit in a knuckle deep. Before I knew it, I sent him the nude that I knew would get his attention the most.

‘Like this one?’ I said, and by then, I was fully fingering myself.

‘Mmmmm damn’

‘You like?’

‘You tell me,’ he responded and sent his own picture. It was beautiful. His cock was long and thick. Veins popped out and contoured it in all the right places. His balls hung heavy too, ready to be cradled. And he had just enough pubic hair for my taste.

‘Fuck meeeee’

‘Don’t mind if I do’

‘What’re you into?’

‘I like to be in charge. I’m dom I guess. Also into spanking, anon, sloppy blowjobs, stuff like that,’ he sent. I audibly moaned. I don’t think I’d been that hungry for sex in a very, very long time. In that moment, I didn’t need to know anymore.

‘You sound perfect. Wanna come over?’ I asked. The seconds felt like hours before he responded. I needed him in me instantly.

‘Sure. What’s your address?’ He said after what felt like an hour but in reality, was only a few minutes. My heart jumped out of my chest. I immediately sent him my apartment alanya escort complex and number.

‘The door’s unlocked. I’ll be in the bedroom waiting for you,’ I sent.

‘Be there in 15,’ he answered. I jumped up and tore my clothes off. I tossed them to the side and rummaged through my underwear drawer to find that perfect maroon jock that I love so much. I slipped it on for the first time in forever, and savored the feeling. I loved the way the straps were snug right up under my cheeks. My dick did not want to fit into the fabric in front, but I managed.

I crawled back onto my bed, just about naked and sat my wine glass on my bedside table. I got on all fours and then dropped my head down into a pillow, so that I couldn’t see anything. My ass was facing my door so it’d be the first thing he saw when he got there.

Looking back on it, I should have asked him for a face picture like I always do. I had no idea what was in store for me.

~~~

Jesus Christ! I was just laying in bed, jerking off like just about every 18 year old does at midnight when I get a message. And said message comes from none other than Mr. Matthews! My goddamn English teacher!

At first I didn’t know what to do. Do I block him? I quickly decided to not do that. Mr. Matthews may be kind of an ass of a teacher, being hard on us for no fucking reason, but he was hot. No one could deny that. There have been many times I’d just stare at his ass in class as he lectured about who even knows what.

I responded to him and since he didn’t know it was me, thanks to my faceless torso pic, I could probably get some nudes out of him at least. Things happened so quickly though.

Before I knew it, I was stroking my cock to my teacher’s ass. It was just so nice. Much better than anyone I’ve ever been with. Then, he asked me over to fuck him in like, no time. I hesitated, but sometimes you just gotta say, ‘Fuck it.’ Literally.

I threw on some basketball shorts and a tank and snuck out. I drove to his apartment complex, and the whole drive there, my cock was throbbing at the thought of stuffing his ass.

I slowly creaked the door to his place open and took in the sight. It was pretty bare. There was a tv, a couch, a coffee table. I noticed a stack of papers on his kitchen table and knew mine was in the mix somewhere. The only room that was lit up was his bedroom. I couldn’t quite see in, but I knew he was there. Probably waiting with his hole ready. I smirked. I was about to make Mr. Matthews my bitch.

I walked up to the doorway to see my English teacher ready to be fucked. It was so fucking hot. I’ve seen him so much at school that this made it oh so much better. His ass was even better in person. It was round, smooth, and his hole was visibly tight. I knew I was gonna stretch him out.

I approached him slowly. The power dynamic between us had completely flipped, and it was honestly getting to me already. I reached out and felt his right cheek. The first contact brought a light moan out of him and made everything way more real. I checked him out thoroughly, making sure to get a good look. I rubbed his skin, thinking of the times I actually hated him because of his coursework.

Out of nowhere, I spanked his ass. It was hard too. I didn’t really plan it either. I think it came from the frustrations of his class and how he acted sometimes. The initial smack stung my palm and left his cheek red. He let out a cry. I watched him grip his pillow and push his face down harder. All it would take is for him to glance back to realize he’s invited over his student to dominate him. I had to get him hooked on me first before he could see my face.

I spanked him again. This time it wasn’t quite as hard but still left a resonant smack. Those cheeks jiggled a bit and my cock pulsed in response. He cried out again. I rubbed his reddened cheeks to soothe the pain. My thumb ran from his taint and up his crack. I pressed against his hole. Nothing could shake the image of him lecturing us from my brain. I saw him writing on the whiteboard as I pushed against his entrance.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned lightly into his pillow. I was so fucking hard. My dick was straining against my underwear and shorts. It took everything in me not to whip it out and fuck him right there. I wanted to take my time here. I ran my hands all over his naked body to feel his sexy figure. I touched his sides, his back, his shoulders, his calves, his inner thighs.

Eventually, I squat down and hugged his legs so that my face came down near his beautiful butt. I took in the moment of my face being right by my teacher’s hole. Students only dream of this kind of stuff. I couldn’t get over it!

That’s when I did it. I just dove right in. My mouth was suddenly going 90 miles per hour on his hole. My tongue ate his ass as if it were the only water for miles in the middle of the desert. I flicked and licked and prodded. I spread his cheeks apart with my hands to get even deeper. Eating ass had never been so good. I pushed my head in harder so artvin escort that his head pushed against the headboard of his bed.

Moans started pouring out of him. He sounded like a damn porn star because he was enjoying it so much. His whines were so hot. I never knew Mr. Matthews was such a slut. I watched him writhe as I rimmed his hole.

“Oh god, that feels so good. Please don’t stop,” he whined into his pillow. Clearly it had been a while since he had gotten his ass eaten properly. I indulged him. I ate his ass some more, feeling his sphincter start to loosen itself up. I could tell his body wanted more than just a tongue poking around down there.

Finally, I removed my mouth from his ass and slipped a finger inside. I could feel how tight he was even on just my index. It was nice and warm inside of him. At that point, my dick was aching. He moaned out long and hard. I wiggled it around a bit as I stood up. I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to the edge of his bed. His face remained buried in a pillow.

I pressed my hard on against his hole through my shorts. At the very touch, he pressed his ass back even harder. He was craving cock. Badly.

“Fuck me,” he cried out, begging for it.

“You have to suck it first, slut,” I said forcefully.

~~~

That voice. I knew that voice from somewhere. I had been in so much ecstasy that I let my mind shut off for a bit. It was as if I was in Heaven. The guy knew how to eat ass, knew how to spank a guy to the right extent, and knew how to tease me. I could tell that I was leaking an insane amount of precum. It was definitely coming through the fabric of my jock.

That all halted when he spoke. I tried to concentrate on what he said, and I froze. He stood there waiting for my response. A light breeze blew against my wet hole, and it reminded me of how badly I wanted to be fucked. Then, I heard it.

“This shit is so stupid. I’m not doing it,” Cole had said one day in class about the homework assignment I had handed out. He didn’t even try to say it under his breath. I sent him to the office over it. He ended up doing the homework. He failed it, but he did it. That’s who had just told me to suck his cock.

I didn’t want to look up. I really didn’t. I just wanted to stay there and get fucked and not know who it was, but that wasn’t going to happen at this point.

I picked my head up from my pillow and let my eyes adjust to the light. I turned around, still on all fours with my back arched to see my student standing at the end of my bed. My heart may as well have stopped there. I fucked up.

“Cole,” was all I could manage to get out. He stood there with a shit eating smirk on his face. I couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge coming from his crotch as well. I’ll admit, my dick remained hard at that moment.

“Mr. Matthews,” he responded with a cool, even tone. I could feel my face turning bright red. I took in what was happening and what could potentially happen if anyone ever found out.

I jumped up from my bed and realized he could still see my bulge and huge cum stain. I tried covering it with my hands, but I was still fucking naked in front of my student. I suddenly couldn’t even look him in the eye. I got so into it and dirty already.

“I think you should go…,” I began.

“Mr. Matthews. I said to suck my fucking cock,” he said, accenting each word. His face was as straight as could be. I looked at him, knowing what the right thing to do was. He stood there expectantly and crossed his arms. His energy was so in control. I remained frozen.

“We shouldn’t be—,” I tried to say, but he held up his hand to cut me off.

“Ah ah ah. Suck my cock. And don’t make me tell you again, slut,” he repeated. I gulped. God I wanted him. And clearly he wanted me too, right? I clenched my jaws and stared at his crotch. I’d seen it already in a picture, and it was so nice. It was also the best option for miles upon miles. And GOD was I horny.

I slowly let my hands fall away from my crotch so that he could see just about everything. I turned around and grabbed the wine from my bedside table. I downed the rest of the glass in one. I couldn’t be sober for the experience; especially since I really, really, really shouldn’t be doing it. I faced him once more and slowly took a step towards him.

“No,” he said abruptly. I looked at him confused. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but he beat me to it.

“Did I say you could walk, slut? Crawl,” he ordered. Cole had clearly had experience in this kind of stuff. After consenting to sex with my student, I may as well do whatever he tells me to.

I swallowed again, still a bit uneasy about the whole situation. I slowly lowered myself down til my knees hit the floor. The carpet tickled my kneecaps as my hands went down too. I stared at the ground as I began to crawl towards him. I felt so vulnerable being naked since he was still fully clothed.

It felt like I had crawled a mile by the time I reached his feet. I looked at his burdur escort sneakers and couldn’t help but remember him in class. English was his last period of the day, and he always came from gym. Then, he had football practice after school, so he didn’t see a point in showering. Anytime I walked by him, I could smell that teenage musk. There was a time too when I swear I caught a whiff of his balls when he sat with his legs open one day. He was such a little prick of a student. He always had an attitude, never put effort into his work, and interrupted other students’ learning. There had been plenty of times when I had to be the bad guy and discipline him. And now… now I was at his mercy.

He simply held out his foot, and I knew in my gut what to do. I reached out and untied his shoe. I slipped it off. I gently took his sock off too. I did the same for the other foot. I looked up at him and saw him looking down on me with that big smirk on his face. He knew he had power over me, and I knew he wanted revenge.

I lowered my face all the down and kissed the top of his right foot. I kissed the same spot on the left. I really didn’t have a foot fetish or anything like that, but it seemed like the right thing to do. I heard him chuckle a bit as I did but didn’t dare look up. Instead, I watched as he flexed his toes. I knew what he wanted.

I parted my lips and closed my eyes. I’d never done this before. I put Cole’s big toe in my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. I held it there for a moment before using my tongue to lick it. I was sucking his toe. I was sucking my student’s toe. I took it out after a minute.

“That’s a good slut. Get between each of my toes with that tongue,” he ordered, and I obeyed.

I stuck my tongue out and shoved it in between each one of his long toes. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. My tongue had to run over sweat, callouses, and bumps. It was humiliating. I could only think of what the other students would think if they saw me right now, or even worse, my colleagues. I tried to push the thought from my mind as I tried to get the entire end of his foot in my mouth at once. He wiggled his little piggies around in my mouth and pulled out. His foot was shiny with my spit. I couldn’t believe that I had just done that. I did the other foot just as thoroughly, and it was just as embarrassing.

I could feel my knees getting raw already from the carpet, but I knew I was far from off of them. Once I felt his feet were taken care of, I moved on. Something inside of me told me I couldn’t go straight to his cock though. Instead, I French kissed my way up his shin. I felt some of his leg hair catch in my teeth, but I kept going. I kissed up to his knees more and more desperately. I let my kisses go up to the bottom of his thigh, right before his shorts ended. I used my nose to move the fabric of his shorts up an inch, but he took a fistful of my hair and stopped me.

“You’re quite the fucking whore, aren’t you Mr. Matthews?” Cole said, tightening his grip on my hair. It stung so bad.

“Yes,” I squeaked out.

“I wanna hear you say it,” he said, leaning down to look me in the face. I had no choice but to comply.

“I’m a fucking whore, Cole,” I responded, using more of my chest to speak.

“It’s not ‘Cole’ tonight, bitch. You can call me ‘sir,'” he said.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, and that’s when I felt his hand release my hair. I collapsed forward onto my hands once more, recovering.

“Good boy. Now take my shorts off,” he ordered.

I got back up to my knees and looked up at him again. If we’re being honest, I loved being dominated and the fact that the one dominating me tonight was one of my worst students really got me going.

I reached up and slowly hooked my fingers in his shorts’ waistband. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His skin was so soft as I pulled them down slowly. I first revealed the base of his cock and the pubic hair that surrounded it. I could smell it as soon as it was uncovered, and it was like a drug. I continued to pull down, and inch by inch, his dick was shown. It was even more beautiful in person that his picture. Once I got to the head, it finally flung out. I watched as it bounced in front of my face, and my jaw couldn’t help but fall open. His shorts fell to the ground, and he stepped out of them. I took in the sight of it, and my hole was practically begging for it.

“May I suck it, sir?” I asked, completely entranced.

“Yes, you may,” he replied.

I got closer and could feel his body heat radiating off of him, especially his crotch. I opened wide and got ever closer.

~~~

Mr. Matthews’ lips closed around the head of my cock, and I unintentionally let out a deep moan. His mouth was so soft. If you pinched me, I’m sure I’d wake up from the wildest wet dream. I cannot believe my English teacher sucked my fucking toes. Never in a million years would I have guessed that he was that kinky.

My eyes fluttered shut and my head dropped back as his soft lips enclosed around my shaft and took in more and more of me. His tongue licked the entire underside of my dick as it slowly snaked its way in. He was good at what he did; I’ll give him that. He grabbed onto the side of my thighs for stability as he sucked me off. I groaned even more and looked down at him.

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It started as an online lark. Jennifer was into playing and I enjoyed how detailed and stimulating she was, making it impossible not get hard just seeing HotwetnReady was online.

My infatuation started with her picture. She was like a wet dream, blonde, long erotic legs and perfect tits that would make any man stare no matter where or when you saw her. Each time we enjoyed each other she’d send me a new picture, showing just a little more. First her naked breast, nipples erect as she pinched them. Then Jennifer sent a photo of herself on her knees with just a glimpse of her tits and beautiful ass. She looked so coy and seductive and she’d attached a note “a picture of me wishing you were here to fill all my needs.” I knew our relationship was more than an online fantasy when she finally sent a picture of her shaved pussy filled with a massive dildo with the note, “I have to find something to fill my emptiness, wish you were here.”

The fantasies started to get more intense and we progressed to enjoying phone sex. I couldn’t believe how her voice effected me the first time I heard her whisper how much she wanted me on the phone. Her voice could nearly make you cum, especially when Jennifer would say “Please baby fuck my hot tight pussy, I’m so wet, I just want you inside me, please fuck me hard Jason.” Jennifer always got me off and she would make it so so real when we role-played our fantasies.

Jennifer confided in me that she was involved in a lifestyle I might not believe and although she wouldn’t tell me any details my curiosity began to drive me crazy. From time to time she’d ask me if I had ever enjoyed group sex or ever considered being with another couple. It occurred to me that maybe our little games were tame compared to Jennifer’s real lifestyle.

We role-played with another couple online once, really just fucking together in the same chat room, the other couple was almost as detailed and descriptive of their sex play as Jennifer and I had become, even though we never really engaged in anything like group sex, but I think I’m getting ahead of the story.

We’d discussed meeting for real a few times. Since I traveled to LA occasionally we role played turning our fantasies into a reality – I actually had a trip coming up and for the first time I was seriously considering making her my first real-time exploration with an online partner.

When I finally got up the courage to tell her I wanted to spend a weekend with her she told me it could only happen on one condition – I had to agree to join her for an adventure in a no holes barred fantasy weekend – totally committed to doing whatever was required. I didn’t think with anything but my cock and curiosity, which had me so hooked I agreed almost immediately – I had no idea… That’s where this story begins…

My plane arrived in the early afternoon and I was prepared to find a shuttle to the hotel when I noticed a limo driver with a sign “Jason Miller” I did a double take. I’ve walked by those guys a 100 times, but never had one looking for me. She actually recognized me and took my bags while I was still in shock. She introduced herself as Linda diyarbakır escort and lead me to a stretch limo “Get in and relax. From now just relax everything you desire will be done for you.” With that she got me my favorite drink and then after giving me a delicious view of her tight ass closed the back door and got into drive.

My mind started to spin as she drove, and I began to wonder what Jennifer had in mind. For the first time I began to get butterflies and sweaty palms wondering what I had gotten into. I had the impression that Jennifer had money, but this fantasy felt like it belonged to a world I’d only read about. Even Linda’s tone, when she said, “everything you desire” had an envious to it as if she knew what sexual adventures awaited me. I enjoyed my drink and tried to relax.

Linda, parked in a private underground parking garage and lead me into a very upscale spa, I was greeted by a man who had to be a model – perfect body, perfect face, he was incredible. I mean this guy – even other guys would be jealous of him – he was so sexy. He was dressed in a long loose robe. Stephen, who informed me that this was to prepare me for this evening and said “This is going to be an afternoon, Jason, you’ll remember for the rest of your life.” Even his voice was sultry and I was surprised how sexy I found it. I was beginning to wonder when I’d actually meet Jennifer, but I went along. Stephen lead me into a private dressing room and “You will not need your clothing any longer.” I’m not a prude, but this made me wonder. Stephen started to undress me and I wasn’t prepared for that. He assured me “This is part of the service and just relax and let myself be pampered”. I now began to wonder why everyone was telling me to relax.

I started to stutter an objection and for a moment Stephen looked me in the eye and said “You shouldn’t forget you agreed to ‘do whatever was required.” I thought, “how bad could it be?” – although after his quote of a private e-mail conversation, I was wondering if Stephen was part of this fantasy weekend, in some way Jennifer and I had never explored. If you’re a guy and you’ve never been undressed by another guy before, I can’t describe quite how it felt. Lets just say it was a lot more surprising than getting picked up by a limo at the airport. I have to say just being this close to Stephen even clothed was some how sexually charged. You should know I consider myself straight and have had some bi-curious fantasies before, especially in my teens.

Then it happened, as he took down my boxers and his hand brushed my semi-hard cock causing a shiver to go up my spine and I felt my body responding in a way I’d never even imagined. But it was when Stephen gave me truly lustful smile I knew I was in for something way beyond my comfort zone. Leading me with a guiding hand on my low back to a private steam room “Now just relax and enjoy”. There was that relax again. Before he left me alone he fussed over me to make sure the steam was right.

I’ve never had any sexual experience with another guy but the sexual tension I was experiencing had given me a fierce erection, it brought edirne escort back a swarm of butterflies in a way I hadn’t experienced since my first kiss with girl. He left and I decided I’d been making more out of this than it was. I’d been to spa before I could enjoy a steam and a massage. I had nearly fallen asleep thinking of all the fantasies Jennifer and I had explored and I reassured myself this was going to be the weekend of a lifetime. Stephen came back and I had definitely relaxed, but my fantasies about Jennifer had kept me as rigid as when he left… Before I was fully aware, he’d taken me to a small massage room with soft babbling water sounds and a candle for light. I laid on the table face down and I was completely relaxed.

Then Stephen began my massage. His hands were incredible, I’ve had massages, but this was something else – it felt incredible what he was doing with his hands was relaxing, but very sensual and erotic. The oil he was using was intoxicating, his hands glided over me, he was relaxing me using more than just his hands, my skin was tingling with new sexual tension. I notice my breathing was actually getting heavier and I opened my eyes – I was not prepared for what I saw! Stephen no longer had a robe on and, well, I wasn’t the only one enjoying the massage.

He noticed my attention. Stephen spoke in a low whisper “Jason you may not have ever had a full body massage like this before, as you noticed I use my whole body in my massages so we both have to be disrobed.” I was stunned, I’d been thinking about Jennifer and enjoying my increased arousal thinking what might be coming tonight, but I was now confronted by a very erotic situation and I was as hot as any foreplay has ever gotten me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his rigid 10 inch cock, I’ve never been aroused by looking at another mans cock, but his throbbing cock was as perfect as the rest of his body. The swarm of butterflies had turned into waves of desire. I closed my eyes and realized somewhere in our sex play Jennifer must have divined something I’d never even known about myself, I would have never imagined feeling this way with another guy.

He started to massage me lower, working my gluts and thighs leaning in with his chest against my low back, it pressed my throbbing cock against the table and my stomach – I was almost painfully hard. For a moment his hands brushed over my balls. Stephen continued rubbing down to my calves then my feet. I felt him use more oil on me and I could swear I felt him rub my feet and legs with his cock and it was then he began rubbing my inner thighs and I heard a moan come from me like it was from someone else. He instructed me to role over and I felt my cock spring free and as I opened my eyes thinking I should say something, I felt his strong hand surround my shaft. I felt like screaming, all that came out was a deep sigh of pleasure. “Just relax Jason if you need to imagine I’m Jennifer to just enjoy this feel free”. I’ve been stroked off by my girlfriends before, but I’d never felt this kind of raw sexual desire for a mere hand job, my cock was twitching in his hand as he stroked me elazığ escort and Jennifer was not what I was thinking about.

He rubbed behind my balls, then my thighs, hips and then up my stomach his finger tips did things to my nipples that I’d never felt. As he began to massage my head and face I realized for the first time I wanted Stephen to do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted more than just a massage.

I opened my eyes and his cock was only a couple inches from my face he moved around me and I couldn’t help my eyes following his cock, mesmerized by the throbbing veins standing out in contrast on his very thick shaft. I’ve never been sexually drawn to another man, but the way he was stroking me and seeing his cock, I was losing all control. All I could think about was what it would be like to taste his delicious looking cock.

As I watched with lust and desire Stephen began to stroke my cock again. I closed my eyes and felt his well oiled hands moving up and down my rigid shaft – I don’t have a monster 10 inch cock, but it is a respectable 8″ cut shaft and Stephens hand had to cover most of it. I began to moan almost uncontrollably and then I felt his warm mouth engulf my cock head, and I nearly came immediately. Stephen realized how close I was and gripped the base of my cock “relax Jason, I can tell this is your first time with a guy, so I’ll take it slow.” He swallowed almost my entire cock in seconds. I moaned and felt my hips greeting each of his strokes as I fucked into his face, lost wave after wave of pleasure as he took my whole cock down his throat and still tongued and suck me harder than I’d ever been blown by any woman.

As I was getting closer, Stephen kept pinching my cock off before I could cum and then waiting until I was under control. Without meaning to he was filling my vision with his massive erection and I couldn’t resist my lust any longer I reached out and took Stephens cock in my hand and brought it to my lips. I tasted his precum as his cock head slid between my virgin lips. Stroking him as I sucked on the first cock, “Yes, that’s nice, suck me Jason, lick my hard cock” I needed no more invitation licking down the underside of his cock and sucking softly on his balls. Then as his cock head pressed between my lips I reached around to put my hands on his well-muscled ass and pulled Stephen deep into my mouth, sucking and pumping his shaft. At the same time I felt myself begin to pump into Stephens mouth faster and harder.

He greeted my hard thrusts by taking me all the way as my balls slapped against his chin and he began to pump his cock hard into my mouth at the same time. He was fucking my mouth as hard as I was his. I exploded. He moaned and I felt his hot jism pumping into my mouth. I swallowed again and again it still flowed out the corners of my mouth and down my cheeks. As his cock left my mouth and I tasted his cum for the first time I realized it was sweeter and tangier than mine, yes I’ve tasted my own cum – my one and only point of reference. Before I could think I felt Stephen kissing me, his tongue on mine our hot cum mixing together, our tongue fuck lasted forever. It was the most sensual and erotic experience I’ve ever had.

“You’ve passed the test, you’ll be able to take whatever happens in the weekend that has been planned for you.” Stephen directed me to the showers and told me to put on a robe for my final preparation.

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I had always been curious, even if it was just a pang of interest in my mind. Growing up, I had lusted over girls like any other adolescent, the word “vagina” was almost enough to make me cum on the spot. As I grew up, however, I learned to embrace my sexual interests. Once I began to look at pornography, I realized that my eyes were not drawn immediately to the cunt and tits, but to the cock. From that age forward, I began to explore with my gay curiosity.

In high school, I was much to afraid to confront anyone except a few friends, and it resulted in little. But once I reached college, I truly began to experiment. The following is a description of one of my hottest gay moments, a time that will forever be etched into my mind as the ideal sexual encounter.

I am very body-conscious, and I work out constantly. In college, I was a runner, I ran for the track team. My event was the 400, which demanded muscle but leanness too. My body is fit, and toned. I have small arms, but they’re defined nonetheless. My pecks are average, and my abs are well defined with a small six-pack. My genes had luckily enabled me to inherit a great body; the curvature from my hips to my groin was like an Abercrombie model, and my face is handsome. My mother is Spanish and my father a pallid Mid-westerner, so I am tan.

During the long runs at practice, I can recall running behind the most handsome man I had ever and will ever see. His name was Brad. He had creamy white skin, just barely tanned by the sun. His hair was a dirty blonde, and he had blue eyes. He was skinny, a long distance runner. Though relatively short and thin, he was very muscular. His legs were pure muscle, and he had no fat whatsoever on his body. During practice, I would struggle to remain in site of him as I ran behind. He always wore a tight adidas runner’s beater, and very short running shorts. I would watch him move up and down, his firm ass barely moving, and his slightly hairy legs brushing together. Day after day, the sweat dripped off of him and made me want to jump him. I knew he was straight, he always had a girl with him.

One time at a party, I accidentally opened a door into the bathroom, revealing Brad standing, with a pretty blonde on her knees. The site was enough to make me cum in my pants, I had to return to my dorm room to jerk off right away. I can vividly see him in my mind; he was wearing a tight blue Abercrombie and Fitch polo, but his jeans were at his ankles, and his swollen cock was bobbing in the air, straight out from his body. It was sizeable, though not much more than normal. From my second long glimpse, I saw his perfect patch of dark pubic hair above his uncut cock, and his two balls hanging below were covered in blonde hair. The girl had Brad’s balls in her hand, and just the tip of his cock in her mouth. I must have turned as white as a ghost when I opened the door, but they barely saw me. I shut the door right away, and returned to my room. I was jealous of that girl. She had his cock, and I wanted it too.

Not more than a month after this incident, I had my opportunity. Brad had stayed after from the normal practice time to run some extra laps. Though I had barely spoken a word to him ever, I felt courageous enough to ask him if I could run with him. I fought the wave of fatigue to run a few miles around the track with him, and I could barely keep up. When we finished, Brad said, “Man, you look really sweaty. We should hit the showers and cool off.” I swear I almost cried with joy. I had only caught glimpses of him in the locker room, and the showers were partitioned.

We walked into the locker room, and I grabbed my bag and pulled it down the bench towards his. He immediately pulled off his sweaty beater, showing off his tight chest and abs, and the tiny strands of blonde hair around his round, pink nipples. He then sat on the bench, and untied his sneakers and pulled them off. I followed suit, removing my shoes and shirt. Then, he stood up and pulled his tiny shorts off. The blue shorts fell beylikdüzü escort to the floor, revealing his tight and white ass. He was wearing a small jogger’s jock, with a thin waist strap and the y-back that delved into his hot ass. He turned around, and his package was barely contained by the jockstrap. Little tufts of hair stuck out from the sides, hinting at what was inside. Without trying to look, I could see the shape of his medium sized, hot cock through the material of the jockstrap. I could barely pull my shorts off, as I was in awe of his body, right next to mine. I pulled my shorts off, which revealed my Calvin Klein sports briefs. He stood for a minute, looking into a mirror, and brushing back his hair.

He looked down towards my package for a minute, and quickly said, “Nice underwear, I should get some of them.” Even though I don’t consider myself to be that good looking, I looked good that day. The briefs had a thin waist band, and were cut over the hip, so they covered a small amount of my ass, and really revealed my package. Without another word, Brad grabbed a towel from his bag, and pulled down his jockstrap, with his ass facing me. He wrapped the towel around him, and walked off towards the showers. I quickly did the same, and followed a half a minute later. With a small towel around my midsection, I passed by his shower stall. He was showering in one of the bigger sections, with four showerheads in it. I imagined he’d catch on to my thoughts if I went right next to him, so I moved to go to the next section. As soon as I passed by him, he turned just his head around, and said, “Hey, don’t be shy! Come right over here, there’s plenty of room.”

I couldn’t believe it, the sheer proximity between his cock and myself was less than a few feet, and I could barely contain myself from getting a full hard on. And so, I turned on the showerhead right next to his, and it was then that I could glimpse his dripping cock. He was semi-erect too, and his pubic hair was just touched with drops of water, making the whole part of his body shimmer and shine. He then said, “Hey, I cant ever help getting a little hard in these showers, I just don’t know what it is. You look like you are too.” My seven and a half inch cock was at least half-erect. The water was washing over my face and chest, dripping down my abdomen, following the tiny trail of hairs to my sizeable patch of trimmed pubic hair, to my circumcised cock. I couldn’t believe my luck, here I was next to him and yet I still thought he was just being friendly, I didn’t realize that he was just as curious as me, just as curious to explore his body with another man.

Suddenly, he dropped a bar of soap, and it slid right in front of me. He quickly bent down, and it brought his head within inches of my dripping cock. As he pulled his head back up, he placed his hand on my leg, running it up from my knee to my upper thigh. He then looked up at me, his blue eyes sparkling through the steam. He quickly drew back, and stepped away. My face must have looked terrified and I could feel myself blush.

He quickly stammered, “I just…I just thought that…” And with that, he turned to get out of the shower. I couldn’t believe it! How could I screw up the possibly best sexual encounter of my life! I quickly reached out, and grasped his muscular arm. He turned towards me and I leaned into him, and our lips met slowly. I slowly sucked his upper lip for a few seconds, and then we slipped our tongues to each other. I briefly opened my eyes, and his eyes were open. We stared into each other as we kissed passionately.

Our tongues rubbed together, and felt all around the mouth of the other person. I could feel his cock, hard and pulsing against my thigh. I gently pulled away, and glanced down to it. It was hard and throbbing, his foreskin mostly retracted, and his cock was pointing straight out from his body. It was just as it had been that night I had accidentally walked into the bathroom and seen him getting adana escort a blowjob, and I cold barely wait to get that cock in my mouth. I slowly began kissing his neck, while one of my hands caressed his chest and nipple, and the other reached down his lower back. I ran my tongue down from his neck, to his nipples, circling them. They perked at my tongue’s flickering touch. I then moved down, crouching to my knees. I licked down his abdomen, following the tiny trail of hair to his small bush.

I then teased my fingers down his abdomen, to his pubic hair. I gently moved my fingers through the hair, towards the base of his cock, and then pulled them away. I ran my hands down his inner thighs, and I could feel his cock throbbing from the tease. I ran my hands around his thighs and to his ass cheeks and they were firm and clenched. I rubbed his ass slowly for a few minutes, until he relaxed. I then slipped one finger slightly into the top of the crevice, pulling it down his ass, but not slipping into the hole. When my finger reached his hold, I rubbed the outside for a few seconds. His crevice had tiny hairs, and I could feel them being spread as my hands pulled at his ass. I then slipped a finger slowly into his ass, just probing the entrance into his tight ass. Then I pulled the finger out, and I danced my fingers along his perineum from his ass and through the hairy patch to his balls.

Then, still without having touched his throbbing cock, I caressed his balls, and I moved my mouth to suck them each individually. I licked them, and flicked my tongue over the grainy skin of his scrotum. I love the feel of slightly hairy balls in my palm, it makes my cock throb with excitement. Then, slowly, I moved one hand from his balls to the base of his cock. I began to pull at his cock, moving his foreskin over the head of his cock. I had never touched an uncircumcised man before, but I could only imagine the pleasure of that layer of skin moving over the glans. With the one hand, I slowly jerked him off for a few moments, until I then moved my other hand to his cock. With both hands, I held his thick cock at the base, and moved my mouth to the attack. I slid my wet lips over the head of his cock, and his entire body quivered with pleasure. I looked up to his face, to see his head thrown back and his arms at his waist, with one hand on the back of my dripping head.

I slowly pushed the cock into my mouth, reaching further and further each time. I am not really able to deep-throat a cock, but I can push it fairly far into my mouth. I pushed his cock deep into my mouth, and I could feel it’s blood surging. I sucked as hard as I could as I pushed my mouth over his cock, and I moved my tongue along the base of his cock as hard as I could. I sucked him for a few minutes like this, and then I relinquished my grip a little to move one hand to his ass. I slipped it between his legs, pushing his balls towards his cock, and allowing two of my fingers to push into his ass. I moved them in and out with the movement of my mouth, and I could feel his body tensing, preparing to cum. I kept on for another minute or two, and then I pushed myself to swallow his cock harder and faster, and I finger-fucked his ass as fast as I could. His hands were pushing my head hard onto his cock, and then he quietly murmured, “I’m gonna cum, oh god…”

And cum he did, the first spurts shot from his cock as the head of his cock was just barely pushed into my mouth. The warm spurts hit the back of my throat. He spurted into my mouth at least four or five times, and I could feel the cum dripping out of the corners of my mouth. I kept his cock inside of my mouth for another minute or two, until I felt it get limp, and then he pulled me by my arm to him. He looked me in the eye, and he kissed me with all his tongue and force, licking up the rest of the cum.

I knew then that it was my turn, my turn for the fun. He asked me if I was ready, and with a grin I said I was. He then started kissing me, much more quickly afyon escort than I had kissed him. He moved from my neck to my groin in a few seconds, with hard kisses along the way. His fingers pushed into my bush, with his thumbs pressing firmly onto my balls. My cock was in high salute, begging for attention. He used both hands to cup my balls and then he flicked his tongue over the head of my cock for a few seconds, and then he pushed his mouth over it, engulfing my cock in pleasure. He sucked me hard for a few minutes, pushing my cock deep into his mouth. While he sucked, he squeezed my balls gently with his free hand. He ran his hand down my hairy leg, making my leg twitch in pleasure.

Without any warning, He pulled me to the floor of the shower. There’s not much that can make me sit on a filthy locker room shower floor, but this is one time I would do so without hesitation. He laid me on my back, and he kneeled beneath my opened legs, and he continued to suck me off. It felt so good, the pressure of his lips and the suction in his mouth, and his fingers tugging at my balls. As my eyes were closed, I felt him stop. He told me to keep my eyes closed, and I could feel him maneuvering onto me. He pulled my knees up, and he hovered above my cock. It was pointing towards my face, but he grabbed it with one hand, and pulled it below his own limp cock and dangling balls, and sought his ass with it. And at that moment, I felt him slowly press himself down onto my cock, pushing it into his ass, little by little.

With barely open eyes, I could see him lowering himself on to my body, slowly fucking him. I could tell he began to feel comfortable, and he thrusted faster and harder. I began to push my cock into him myself, and we moved rhythmically. He moved his body up and down, and I pushed into him. His ass began to move faster and faster, slapping onto my legs and balls, making that hot noise of skin slapping on skin. I reached up with my two free hands, and ran them down his chest as far as I could reach as we fucked. My hands reached his flaccid cock, just a few inches long, bobbing on top of his large, hairy balls. I used my hands to grip the base of my cock as it pushed into him.

We fucked for a few minutes in the this manner, and I knew I couldn’t last long. Right as I was about to reach the point of no return, the path towards spurting cum, he pulled off of me. My cock lay slightly in the air above my navel, twitching with the desire for more. He then got onto all fours, and spread his ass cheeks before me. His ass cheeks were smooth, but in the crevice there were wet hairs, spread to the sides. I kneeled behind him, fixing my cock for entry. I pushed in, and he grunted in pleasure, and I fucked him. I pushed him harder and harder, and while I fucked him, I reached around his skinny legs to his cock, which was semi-erect by now. I pulled at his foreskin, moving it over his head, effectively jerking him off as I fucked him. He got hard fast, as my cock slapped against his ass, and my balls made contact with his ass and legs. I tugged at his cock as I fucked him harder and harder, and I knew I was about to explode. I could feel my balls and scrotum tighten to my cock, as it prepared for ejaculating. As I was tugging at his cock, I felt his body shudder and he grunted loudly.

He came again, thought I couldn’t see it, I could feel it in his body. At the same time, my cock’s tingling sensation put it over the top. In one hard last thrust, I came inside of his ass, shooting hard warm strings of cum. I stayed inside him for a moment, laying onto his back, with my hand still stroking his cock as it became flaccid. My cock, having gone soft, popped out of his tight ass, along with some oozing cum. We both laid back, with the stream of water landing onto our chests, and we leaned into each other, and made out slowly and softly.

We left each other with few words, but our moment had been shared. Brad fucked me harder than anyone ever has or probably ever will. I hope I gave him the best blowjob he’d ever received from any of his girls, but who knows. He transferred to another school some time later, but we never kept in touch. It was truly a one-time thing; we never really spoke to each other about it. It was the greatest fuck ever though, in my opinion.

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When I visited England in all its quaint little villages I spent a few days in Guildford. My favourite pub became The White Hart, a beautiful 16th century British pub, just off from the village green. A lovely fire greeted me every night as soon as I walked into the oak beamed bar area. My current lover, Solomon, and I enjoyed many evenings of fantastic food and plentiful bottles of wine in the large heated patio at the front of the pub.

We did all the sites, Thorpe Park Resort, Leith Hill, even Birdworld, but my main reason for travelling all the way to Surrey was to enjoy the delicious humiliation of a panty obsessed English ‘southerner’ as I was told they are called.

Surrey was certainly the quaint little place many American’s imagine England to be and very, very wealthy. Not surprising then that lurking within all that wealth and preserved history is the occasional kinky person with a severe panty sniffing fetish.

Not a girl to disappoint, I had worn the same black thong each evening of our trip, sitting in that heated patio, my pussy damp against the gusset. Samson wasn’t the possessive type and found the whole idea of Eric’s fetish hilarious. When it was quiet in the patio area, Samson would slide his hand up my leather mini-skirt and massage my pussy through my gusset. His strong fingers would have my pussy dripping into my thong and he would push the gusset between my swollen labia into my sopping pussy.

“Just another present for Eric!” Solomon would say, grinning at me and shaking his head in disbelief at Eric’s fetish. A few times I climaxed on Solomon’s fingers as he rammed the black silk of my gusset deep inside me, right there in the heated patio. The scent of my womanhood would fill the room and my juices soaked into the gusset of my thong, wedged inside me as I enjoyed a post orgasmic cuddle with Solomon.

As long as Solomon got to watch he was a happy bunny. He’s fine with my craving for male attention and the occasional ‘experience’. For me, having a man aroused by my most intimate scent to the point of needing my caste off underwear felt so powerful that it was a serious aphrodisiac in my love making with Samson. As a special ‘surprise’ for Eric I would slip my thong back on after fucking Samson, feeling our mixed juices drip out of my pussy and slime between my matted hair and the gusset of my thong.

I had chosen a Wednesday for my panty slave, simply because the pub was quietest then. This had allowed Samson the opportunity to masturbate me to orgasm in my now, very dirty and stained thong, that very evening. Consequently when Eric did come trotting into the White Heart, he was greeted to the site of my fabulous body as his nostrils took in the scent of my arousal that permeated the heated air.

Eric grinned like all his Christmas’s adana escort had come at once. I had dressed in one of my favourite outfits; a black leather waistcoat with matching black mini-skirt, fishnets and knee high stiletto boots. My bare upper arms were adorned with armlets and my collection of silver bracelets jangled over my black lace gloves whenever I sipped my wine. I just adore the sensuality of jewellery and had at least two silver chains around my waist as well as ankle chains around my boots and several heavy silver necklaces. I felt like a Goddess and looked like one too.

So we sat and chatted over a few bottles of wine, Eric nattering away in his quaint English accent and Samson smirking the whole time because he couldn’t quite believe my dirty panties could make someone actually turn up to sniff them.

I just wallowed in the attention of two men who clearly found me gorgeous. Why wouldn’t they? I was dressed damn sexy and was my usual brassy, sassy, smart assy self.

After a while, I gave Eric a filthy stare, he grinned, and I reached under my mini for Eric’s cock leash. I had stored the thin leather strip up my pussy all day, letting my juices soak into the leather so that it would be deliciously subtle and scented for this evening. Pulling my gusset to one side, I found an end of the leather strip and gently tugged it until the three foot strip slipped past my wet labia and out of my pussy.

With the wet cord between my finger and thumb nails, I held it high above my head, my naked arm stretched high, breasts jutting forward, and then dropped it into the middle of the table.

Eric was mesmerised. The scent of my pussy was saturated into the cord and all three of us could smell it.

“It needs cleaning, Eric. I hear you’re the guy for the job!” I said, swirling my finger in-between the coils of sopping wet leather.

Eric went to pick up the strand of leather and I slapped his hand away.

“Patience, darling! We all know what you want, but what about what I want?”

Eric was bursting with desire. This was all his fantasies come true. I kind of have that affect on men, play on their weaknesses, fondle their little piggy minds.

“It is an honour to be able to taste and smell me, Eric. I want you to take the leather strip there, fulfil your senses with it, take in my smell, take it into your mouth and chew it until you have filled your mouth with my juices…and then, poppet, it’s my turn. I want you to tie it round your cock and balls, tight and hand me the power over your precious genitals! Deal?”

Samson muttered “Oh, geez! She’s off again!” And I gave him a saucy peck on the cheek in acknowledgement.

“If you do this, Eric, submit yourself to my control, I’ll pop to the little girl’s room and return with the afyon escort special treat you’re so desperate to have!”

Eric picked up the coiled leather and brought it up to his nose, inhaling deeply. I felt the corner of my mouth turn up slightly in the pleasure of witnessing his subjugation. My pussy was tingling watching this man wallowing in the scent of my pussy as though it was his manna.

“Taste it!” I said, my tongue rolling around my mouth in anticipation of his own tongue’s action. He did it, Eric pushed the leather strand into his mouth, his cheeks slightly puffed out as he chewed. I smiled sweetly at him, my English hamster faced, fetish driven Eric.

It was gorgeous sitting there, Eric admiring my body as he tasted my pussy juices, just lording it over him, watching him struggle to swallow, making him a victim of his own fetish. But, I had promised Eric my thong. I sent Eric to the little boys room to attach his leash and I visited the little girls room to slide off my very, very, worn and scented thong.

By the time I returned, Eric was sitting back down and I held out one gloved hand for his leash. Eric handed it over, with a delicious look of trepidation. I gave it a little tug to make sure it was attached to the right equipment. The sudden jerk of Eric’s body and a definitely genuine wince convinced me right enough.

With a triumphant smirk, I knelt down and tied the leash around my ankle. I crossed my leg, Eric twitched. The power was driving me wild.

I dropped my reeking thong onto the table. The smell was extremely pungent, five evenings and five nights of my pussy juices dripping into the gusset, five evenings of having that crusty gusset re-soaked inside my wet pussy and five nights of Samson’s cum congealing against my pussy as I slept in the thong.

The gusset was stained in layers of matted slime with my fresh pussy juices glistening on top. Eric’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head as he stared at my stained thong.

“Go ahead, Eric…amuse me with your dirty, little fetish!” I said, taking a sip of my wine.

Eric picked up my still warm thong delicately and brought it up to his nostrils. I swang my leg, making Eric cry out.

“There’s a price, darling, for this pleasure. Continue all you want, but I want to watch you suffer. Fair deal?”

Eric nodded, commenced sniffing my stained thong and I yanked on his leash every few minutes. My dirty thong, still warm from my aroused pussy rubs against his face.

“Clean them, Eric! With your tongue!” There was no way he could have missed the cum stains and manly musk of Samson’s spunk, but Eric obeyed, licking my filthy gusset. I sat watching him, placing Samson’s hand up my skirt, so my pussy got all the attention I needed as I enjoyed Eric’s little performance.

“I’m alanya escort not sure that your tongue’s gonna manage this, Eric. Try sucking them clean!”

He did. The occasional little splurt and smack of his lips as he sucked Samson and my juices out of the delicate silk gusset were hilarious.

“Harder!” I said, yanking his leash and he began sucking with fervour.

Watching Eric indulge in his panty sniffing fetish, his cock and balls at my mercy, Samson playing with my wet pussy all had me desperate to fuck.

“Thong. Now, Eric!” I said, holding out my hand. Looking crestfallen, Eric handed back my thong. I inspected it; the silk was literally sodden in saliva, but I could not see a stain anywhere and the scent had greatly reduced.

“Outside, Eric, good boy!” I said, shoving my thong into Samson’s pocket and walking off. Eric leapt to his feet as the leash suddenly grew taught and he limped after me, desperately trying to protect his delicate genitals.

I strode over to Samson’s Harley and rummaged around until I found my treat for Eric.

I untied the leash from my ankle and yanked Eric to a kneeling position, right before my pussy. I hitched up my leather mini and gave Eric a close-up view of my pussy, my labia swollen from Samson’s touch and glistening with juices in the moonlight.

“Smell me!” I said and Eric leaned forward, inhaling deeply.

“Now stroke yourself to my scent!”

Eric obeyed, fumbling with his jeans to release his cock. I held his nose pressed against my sweaty pussy hair as he stroked. When I thought he was near to cumming I yanked on his leash again. My sadistic streak was welling up, my need to subjugate and terrorise.

“Test time, Eric. If you pass you get to cum and you get a very special present. If you fail, I’m gonna kick those balls until you can’t stand up.”

I stood, looking down on his terrified face, smiling innocently, as I opened a plastic bag and pushed a pair of dirty panties into his face.

“Are these mine. Answer carefully Eric: Pain or pleasure, darling!”

Eric sniffed, sniffed again, tasted the gusset.

“They’re…not yours…” He decided and looked doefully up at me standing before him.

“Well done, poppet!” I said. “They’re my neighbours, Sue-Anna. I had her hubby get them for you. Inside your little goodie bag you’ll find a couple of photographs of Sue-Anna. Sorry, darling, but no-one gets to keep my panties. Enjoy Sue-Anna’s though!”

The thought of someone owning Sue-Anna’s panties without her knowledge, sniffing her most private scent, knowing what she looked like and all because of me was a real buzz.

“Go on then, cum!” I told Eric and he stroked himself to orgasm at my feet.

We left him then, kneeling in a car park, spent and leashed cock in hand, as we rode off to our hotel room to satiate our lust. I fucked Samson reliving Eric kneeling as we had left him, the smell of my pussy still on his face, the imprint of my sweaty hairs pressed into his face, his nose coated in my juices and Sue-Anna’s panties in his hand.

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Kim and I are thrilled that so many people are enjoying reading about our adventures. We have received so many really nice e-mails from lots of lovely people, its good to know you girls and guys out there are enjoying them!

We had promised each other a trip to Europe but hadn’t really made any firm plans. Kim and I were relaxing by the sea. We had bailed out of the ski cabin early that year due to bad weather and ski conditions and had managed to rent a small secluded beach house on one of the Caribbean islands for the last of the winter months and through to spring. It was a warm day and we were on our sunbeds next to the swimming pool. Kim had her hair tied back in a ponytail and was wearing nothing more than a sexy smile and pair of Gucci shades, topping up her all-over tan. I had my hair clipped up but was a little more modest and chose to wear a G-string bikini bottom, which really did nothing to hide my bulging cock but I loved wearing it anyway. Kim was close to me, gently rubbing my hard cock through the thin fabric of my G-string, and my hand was resting gently on her chest, slowly caressing her hard nipples. I glanced across at Kim and watched my slender fingers with elegant rings and long pink nails gently caress her beautiful breasts. Since our wedding ceremony I never take off my engagement and wedding ring as they give my small delicate hands a truly feminine look.

“Oh Nikki, that’s just so relaxing” sighed Kim lazily in the morning sun. “Its so peaceful laid here” I replied, both feeling tired and dreamy from the effects of the hot sun on our bodies. “When should we spoil ourselves and go to Europe?” Kim asked. “Not right now Kim, I don’t think I’ve got the energy” I joked. “Silly girl,” she giggled “I didn’t mean right now!”

It always feels good when Kim calls me Nikki and refers to me as a ‘girl’. I had never felt more content than at that moment and felt totally and utterly comfortable with Kim and with whom I had become. I realised I was so lucky to have met Kim in the first place and turned on my side to face her causing ringlets of my long blonde hair to cascade down over my face. As I turned I could feel my breasts tugging heavily at my chest. Even after all of this time it is still a new and pleasurable sensation to me, and never failed to arouse me.

“Kim, all of those months back when we first met, why did you pick me? How could you be so sure that we would be happy like this? There must have been others to chose from?” I asked. Kim slid off her shades and rolled on her side to face me saying, “I thought I would never find you at first, I searched and searched, never finding the right person. There were others, but they were just not right. When we first met on the ski slope you were all brash and self assured, it was so obvious that all you wanted to do was get inside my skisuit!” “I wasn’t that obvious was I!” I replied, a little shocked at that. “Yes!” she giggled, “but you soon dropped that as we got to know each other and I knew, just knew you were the one. When I first dressed you up I knew that my prayers had been answered. I was just so relieved and happy that you enjoyed it too. Not that much has changed though, you still want to get into my skisuit, but more likely to wear it now!” “Cheeky!” I said, “that’s partly true, but you know I find you and that sexy body of yours irresistible!” “Only teasing” she chuckled, “anyway, what about our trip?” “There’s so much to see and do, we’ll have to plan it first. Do you want to go anywhere in particular?” I asked “We’ve got to go to Paris,” said Kim “the shopping is supposed to be wonderful there” “Oh Yeah,” I replied “and Italy, they have wonderful fashions too!” “Oh, Rome, Venice, doesn’t it sound exciting!” she gushed. “And don’t forget London,” I said, “Oh, there’s just so much to do and see!” “Nikki, please will you plan it for us” she asked “you’re so good at organising things like this” “I’d love to” I replied.

That sealed our trip and during the next week or so while Kim traded her stocks I spent many an hour planning and booking ahead. I had worked out a fairly loose Itinerary, allowing us time to explore and do our own thing as we travelled. What I figured is that we would initially fly to London England for a week or so, then fly to Copenhagen Sweden for a week before taking a train journey down into Germany. There we would pick up a rental car and drive around the rest of the continent at our leisure, maybe through France to Spain, across to the Mediterranean Islands and most definitely onto Italy, then a leisurely drive back through Switzerland and Austria to Germany for our flight home. I had booked flights, hotels, cottages and villas in most places along the route and the overall trip would take us probably 2 or 3 months, but would be fun. We both agreed that such a trip had to be done through the summer months to get the best of the European weather, so planned on leaving sometime around the end of May that year.

The next few weeks flew by and the time for our trip so came. Kim and I had returned to our normal summer house on the antalya escort mainland a few weeks earlier and a few days before we were due to leave we started packing. We both eagerly sorted through our joint wardrobe, picking out all of the dresses, skirts, blouses, lingerie, negligees, shoes, accessories etc etc that we wanted to take with us. When we had finished we had quite a large collection of things and spent a few hours neatly folding and packing them into our luggage trunks, one for each of us. We just managed to squeeze everything in and afterwards felt exhausted. “Kim, do you think we have enough?” I asked, sitting back on the bed and looking at the two full trunks. “Oh, sure” she said, “don’t forget we’ll have lots of shopping trips over there, we’re bound to bring back more than we take!” “That’s true,” I admitted.

We had both dressed fairly comfortably for the day, not wanting to spoil any of our good clothes. I had my long blonde tresses clipped back in a mane comb and was wearing just a little eye makeup, mascara, powder and of course some luscious pink lipstick. I had on a loose yellow silk sundress, with halterneck shoestring straps which flared out to knee length. I had a matching pair of yellow silk panties and a pair of sheer white stay-up stockings, worn without a suspender belt. My newly sculptured breasts were quite firm and they stood proud on their own without the help of a bra, my hard nipples clearly visible through the thin silk fabric of my sundress. When I am around the house I always wear my favourite house shoes; a pair of white 3-inch satin mules, with pure white fluffy fir on the toe band. I sat on the edge of the bed swinging my legs gently back and forth which caused the hem of my silk dress to slide up and down over my legs. The sensation of the silk against my nylon-clad legs was yummy.

I watched Kim as she closed her trunk and walked over to sit beside me. Her hair was a lot longer these days, the shoulder length bob has given way to a beautiful long feathered style that cascaded down well past her shoulders, although she still has the same deep red mahogany color that I like best. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed that morning and was still wearing her flimsy negligee and panty set that she had slipped on after her morning shower. She too had applied a little makeup and some lovely red lipstick and looked beautiful as she floated over towards me. As usual my cock rose at the sight of her and instead of sitting beside me she sat on my knee, straddling my legs. She seductively slid forward until my hard cock was pressing against her slit through the material of our clothes. I pulled her tight into me and slid my hands up to massage her breasts and nipples as she slowly ground her crotch against my hard cock. Kim placed her hands onto my breasts and started to massage them through the material of my dress. We both groaned together as the sensual feelings washed over us.

“Oh Nikki, I think we’ve forgotten something!” she said all of a sudden, and jumped up to walk over to our dressing cabinet. Kim reached in and pulled out our velvet love bag. This is a large pink satin bag that Kim and I handcrafted ourselves to hold all of our sex toys. “Oh no,” I gasped “how could we forget that!” Kim came back and sat next to me on the bed and opened up the bag to check that everything was in there. The bag held our two favourite 4 inch gold vibrators, the large strap-on dildo with false balls that Kim had used on me on our wedding night, a flexible 18 inch long double ended dildo with similar false balls in the middle, a general assortment of other strap-on’s and vibrators ranging from small and smooth through to large and knobbly, lubrication jellies and other odd things like love eggs etc. “Kim, that was close!” I said, “I’m so glad you remembered, we couldn’t have gone without these!” “I know!” gushed Kim, agreeing with me. She reached in the bag and pulled out our two special gold vibrators. “Should we?” she asked mischievously “Oh Yes!” I gasped.

Kim sat straddling my legs again, and resumed the same position as before, slowly grinding her crotch against my hard cock. She brought the two vibrators up between us and handed one to me. We both started to lick and suck on them to get them warm and slippery. “Ready?” asked Kim after a couple of minutes, “Yeah!” I replied eagerly

Kim reached behind me and pulled my dress up and over my head in one clean movement. The clip holding my hair came off as the dress went over my head, causing my long blonde tresses to tumble down over my face and shoulders making me shiver with pleasure at its soft silky touch. “You look so sexy with your hair all tousled like that” whispered Kim as she slowly pushed my hair back from my face. I untied her negligee and pulled it back over her shoulders, letting it slide gently down her back and onto the floor. She trembled with delight and the sensation caused goosebumps to stand on her skin. I lowered my head to her breasts and started to suckle at her hard nipples. “Hhhmm, that’s good” she groaned.

After artvin escort a few minutes we both lay on the bed in a 69 position. Kim’s sexy love box was right in front of my face and I could smell the muskyness of her love juices. I pulled Kim’s white satin panties down and she opened her legs so I could see her sexy slit and butt hole. I felt Kim pull my panties down past my knees and could feel her hot breath on my now raging hard cock. I took the small vibrator, switched it on and then slowly massaged around her slit with it. I slipped my other hand around to her butt and, with my long red finger nails, started to slowly caress and tickle her tight butt hole. Kim was starting to groan louder at this dual pleasure and thrust her hips towards me. I felt her hot wet lipstick coated lips slip around the end of my cock as her hands reached out to my butt hole. She started to caress my tight hole with her fingers and long nails, the same way as I was caressing hers. The sensation was out of this world as she switched the vibrator on and pressed it to the entrance of my tight butt. I felt her push a little harder and with all of her slippery mouth juices on it, it slid easily in. As she started to slowly fuck my butt with it the tight, uncomfortable sensation quickly turned to pleasure as the buzzing filled all of my groin area. “Oh Kim” I gasped “that’s amazing!” “Hmmm” she replied, wriggling in ecstasy as I moved my vibrator up to her butt and gently eased it all of the way in.

We both now had our favourite gold vibrators embedded in our butts and we sat up and faced each other again. “Sit on the edge of the bed again Nikki” commanded Kim. I did as requested, which caused the mini vibrator in my butt to slip further in. “Oh Kim, I think it’s gone right in!” I gasped “Cool!” said Kim as she came around and straddled me again. She reached down and massaged my cock gently with one hand and used her other hand to massage one of my breasts and suckle on the other. I put my hand down to her butt and could feel the end of the vibrator buzzing in there. I pushed on it to make sure it was firmly planted and it slipped further in. Kim then lifted up and lowered herself onto my hard cock. She slid slowly down, allowing my cock to penetrate her wet love tunnel. “Ohhhhh” she groaned as she impaled herself.

I never took my eyes off Kim’s deep soulful eyes and saw them glaze over as eventually both her holes were filled. Once she was fully impaled she started to grind slowly back and forth. I gently pulled her face to mine and our lipstick coated lips met and we kissed passionately as we slowly made love to each other. Her wet mouth tasted wonderful as we played tongue hockey and swapped mouth juices between us. The sensations in my groin were electric as I could feel the double vibrator assault, one firmly embedded in my butt, and the other buzzing through the walls of Kim’s love box.

After a few minutes Kim started to groan and pant as she neared her first orgasm. She quickened her movements and I started to drive my cock in as hard as I could. Kim kissed me harder as she rode the wave of her first orgasm, her slit becoming even hotter and wetter than normal as she orgasmed. I could feel her muscles tightly gripping my cock as she rode up and down on it. Kim eventually came slowly down from the heights of her passion and panted; “Oh Nikki, my orgasms just keep getting better and better!” “Well don’t stop now Kim, I can keep going as long as you want it!” I replied With that she clamped her lips back onto mine again and we carried on our slow sensual lovemaking.

We sat kissing and screwing in that position for what felt like hours and soon my crotch and legs were soaking wet with juices from her many orgasms. By this time Kim had so many orgasms that she was really starting to look a little dishevelled, her eyes were wide but I could tell she was tiring as her movements were slowing down. The vibrator’s batteries were now nearly flat as the buzzing intensity was getting less and less. “How are you doing?” I asked, breaking our kiss. “Mhhmmppff” she gasped breathlessly. “I’ll take that as meaning you’re done in?” I replied. Kim just nodded. “Well get ready girl, because her it comes” I breathed sexily into her ear.

I started to pump my cock a little harder into her slit and let my own orgasm build. She sensed it as I got closer and quickly got off and knelt down between my legs, taking my now throbbing cock deep into her mouth. She slowly massaged it and pulled back until just the tip was inside her pretty mouth. At the same time she reached round to my butt, probing for the vibrator buried in there. With all of these sensations my orgasm hit me like a steam train and I started to pump the contents of my balls into her sweet mouth. I could see her frown slightly as spurt after spurt of hot cum was pumped into her waiting mouth. When I was done she seductively slid back up to face me and opened her mouth to let me see the mouthful of hot slimy cum she had. She then put her hands behind my head and pulled my face gently beylikdüzü escort to hers and we fell into our traditional and very sloppy cum swapping kiss. My cum was still hot and slimy as we swapped and played with it with our tongues. “Hmm, that was good” she said, eventually pulling away, “Nikki, I love you so, I don’t know what I would do without you!” she wailed. “Oh Kim, I love you too” I replied “don’t even think about me not being here, I’m here for good!” She smiled contentedly as we both collapsed on the bed and dozed off into a light sleep.

I woke some time later and could still feel the mini vibrator buried in my butt, although it had now stopped buzzing. I squeezed on my butt muscles and it popped out onto the bed. Kim awoke as I did this and she did the same with hers. “Hi sleepy head” I said, “feeling Ok?” “You bet,” she said, “lets finish everything off now before it gets too late.” “Ok” Kim made a place in her trunk for our love bag while I washed the mini vibrators and fitted new batteries ready for the next time. We finished everything off that evening, did our nails, had a little supper and crashed early as we had a long day ahead of us.

The next morning we woke bright and early and skipped off to shower together. Kim had slept naked, but I was wearing a very short baby doll night-dress. It was made from the sheerest of pink nylon with a feather style boa around the edge. “Oh girl, don’t you look good!” said Kim as I followed her into the Bathroom wearing only my nightdress and 3 inch mules. My hair was all tousled after sleeping all night and was hanging down in no particular style at all. “Flatterer!” I said. “No, just truthful” she replied as she walked over to me and gave me a sexy good morning kiss.

We showered together, massaging our favourite musky shower gel into each others private places, and then after breakfast we got dressed for the trip. We had both picked our travelling outfits the previous day, and they were laid out waiting for us. Kim was wearing a full set of matching ivory cream satin lingerie underneath a silky leopard skin print camisole style vest and tight black leather skirt, with sheer black nylon stockings and 4 inch heeled black pumps. I had chosen to wear a shiny pink satin blouse that was tailored to fit snug around my waist and breasts. It also had long puffy sleeves that fastened in a broad tight cuff around my wrists. I had also chosen a cream thigh length box pleated skirt that fitted tight around my waist and hips, but flared out from there down. I had a pair of glossy silver stockings to wear, along with cream 4-inch heeled pumps. My lingerie was a matching set of pink satin and lace. As you may have guessed, I just love satin, it’s my favourite material. I think its shiny appearance and silky smooth feel is just so sensual that I wear it every chance I can get.

We both sat side by side at our dressing table, as we did each day, to fix our hair and apply our makeup. I sat back for a few minutes and watched as Kim skilfully dried her hair and styled it to perfection. Kim has the prettiest of hair and the deep mahogany color shone deeply in the light. When her hair was done she started to apply her make-up. She first of all applied a foundation mix to give her face a smooth tanned complexion. Then, as worked on her eyes, she noticed that I was watching and said; “Hey girl, come on, get yourself fixed up!” “I ‘m going to watch you first,” I said. “You know it excites me so!” “That’s ok then” she said, winking at me.

“How’s it looking?” she asked after a few minutes. “Looking good!” I said “There, all done” she said as she finished her lipstick, finally sitting back. “Still Ok?” she enquired. “Perfect” I said. “It must be good, look at the effect its had on you!” she said, referring to my hard cock acting like a tent pole inside my satin wrap. “You always have that effect on me” I replied. “Come on then, its your turn” she said, “seen as though you’re sat waiting patiently can I do it for you?” “Oh Kim, yes please!” I gushed excitedly. “I thought so, just let me put my jewellery and perfume on then,” she replied.

Kim slipped her rings on her fingers, her long deep red manicured nails needed no touching up as we had spent an hour or so doing our nails the previous night. She then put on her matching gold chain necklace and bracelet set, her gold Gucci watch and some 3-inch gold hoop earnings. Finally she gave herself a squirt or two of perfume and was finished. “All done” she said. “Come over here and sit” she commanded. I needed no prompting and was soon sat ready for her delightful attentions.

Using our hairdryer and tongs Kim curled and styled my long blonde hair into the big bouncy glamorous style that she liked me to wear. My hair was now so long that it reached down well below my boobs. Kim worked meticulously at it, tonging and styling it until it was perfect. She applied a generous coat of lacquer to ensure her efforts were not wasted. I looked in the mirror to admire the really glamorous and bouncy style that Kim had achieved. “Kim, that’s really big hair” I remarked, “but I do like it, you always do such a lovely job on it!” “Glad to please” she replied “and its not just for you, its for me as well because you know that your glamorous look really excites me!” “Steady on girl” I joked “we’ve got a long day ahead of us!”

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A Strange Romance

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Although I was over qualified after I graduated and accepted a one as an Internet operations officer for one of the high street retailers. I was offered better jobs but I took the one with the retailers because it paid reasonably well and more importantly meant that I would have to relocate down to the East Midlands. Ever since my parents decided when I was 14 to move back to their home town of Newcastle from Bedfordshire I had wanted to go back there, and the job was an opportunity to do just that and one I was not going to turn down.

I have often wondered if the move up north at a vulnerable age triggered my crossdressing or if the latent desire was there all along? Anyway I was like a duck out of water in Newcastle my accent did not fit, I did not understand football or any of their cultural references which left me feeling isolated and lonely. One day during the school holidays when I was bored I found my self dressing in my sisters old school uniform and it really turned me on. The discovery that I got a sexually buzz from looking like a girl just compounded the isolation I already felt and that sense of being different stayed with me even through university. Although there were cross dressers and the like at the university I was to ashamed to admit my linking and having lost access to my sisters things when I left home there was no longer the opportunity to dress up. I guess a part of me thought I that had left my crossdressing behind as the hedonistic environment of the college forced me to become a little more outward going but I was never going to be the most gregarious of people.

Moving back to Bedfordshire felt to me like I was able to wipe out the six unhappy years I spent in Newcastle and I even starting to build something approaching a social life through work when the company I worked for merged with another retailers. After a merger the company restructured and centralised their IT operations to Glasgow and for a few weeks it looked like I would have to move again, which to my mind was not an option! Thankfully as all my job required was a fast internet connection and a phone line my new boss gave me the option of either moving, which would cost me a bomb in penalties on my flats mortgage, or working from home. Since I had finally got back to Bedfordshire I really did not want to move again so I said yes to the home working offer and rather foolishly expected that working from home would be great but in truth it it was awful. I was used to working with people face to face and now my human contact was cut down to emails, IM’s, the old lady in the corner shop and the supermarket check out!

I think I could have gone a little crazy if I had not found a kitten, or rather had one adopt me last winter. I had been shopping and when I got home I found a little kitten sheltering from the biting winter wind shivering on my doorstep. When I bent down to pick him up intending to take him to the RSPCA he meowed at me and my fate was sealed I was now a cat owner!

Even with Soggy (as I came to call the cat) to keep me company it was not long before the lack of human contact wakened my old crossdressing habits and as I no longer had the expense of travelling I suddenly had a sizeable disposable income I had the money to indulge myself. Although the freedom to dress for work was fun the distraction did not solve the underlying problem which was the lack of human contact in my life. I still found it really hard to make friends and started to using some of the chat pages on the websites I frequented. At first it was just the news and technology places but one day out of curiosity I drifted into a transvestite room and had a whole new world opened to me.

Before I knew it I was frequently chatting with strangers as Jane. I was to shy at first to post a profile image but when someone asked what I looked like around Christmas I plucked up the courage to add one of me dressed to my profile and I got a real kick from the compliments that came back about my appearance. On the same day, I began to attract a significant number of private messages off men. I had got messaged by men in the past and I usually ignored them until I got one that evening which caught my attention off someone called ‘Sissy Trainer’. This was unusual for me as I normally chatted with other CD’s and my new Internet friend made no secret about being dominant and male. It was around 10pm on a Friday night and having needed a couple of glasses of ‘Dutch courage’ wine to take my profile photos, my inhibitions had been artificially relaxed before he hit on me with a private message.

Sissy Trainer >Hi Sissy! You look cute!

Jane-CD > Why thank you, its nice to know my efforts have been appreciated.

Sissy Trainer > Oh they are.

I had seen him in the room before but never chatted to him directly either by IM or in the open room but his comments about general topics were usually entertaining if a little naughty so I added my ASL (age, sex location).

Jane-CD> 23, m-cd, uk

Sissy Trainer> Nice!

We type chatted for may be twenty minutes about nothing much more than him addressing me as ‘Sissy’ as he quizzing me about my dressing habits. It was kind of beylikdüzü escort embarrassing and exciting to be called that and I felt a flicker of regret as his chat had been entertaining when he told me he had to log for an hour or two.

Jane-CD > OK, I’ll see you over the weekend?

Sissy Trainer> Oh sooner than that I hope Sissy! I’ll be back on once I’m home.

Jane-CD> Oh, well I’m not going out so I’ll likely still be on line but may be not in here?

Sissy Trainer> You got Yahoo messenger then Sissy?

Jane-CD > I don’t have yahoo IM sorry.

Sissy Trainer > So its free? Download it now girl! I expect to find when I get home that you have it set up an account under the name Sissy Jane and sent me (Sissy Trainer) an invite to join you, understood Sissy?

Jane-CD> Yes.

Sissy Trainer> Yes what you dumb bitch?

Jane-CD> Yes Sir.

Sissy Trainer> Close enough for now!

With out any ado he logged out leaving me sat in front of my PC feeling shocked, and shamefully strangely turned on. I guess like many deeply closeted crossdressers I have something of a submissive side, and Sissy Trainer was clearly familiar enough with closeted psychology to know how push the right buttons to get the likes of me to comply, because I did as he wanted.

As promised he was back on line about ninety minutes later and I got an erotic shock when my IM dinged for the first time.

Sissy Trainer> Good! Already on line and waiting! I like a sissy who does as she is told.

Sissy Jane> Er Thank you sir

Sissy Trainer> Which makes me ask the question just how submissive are you Sissy, because I think you could be just the kind of submissive sissy bitch I’m looking for?

Now normally I would have ended a conversation after a message like that from a bloke with a handle like his but he had been very persistent in his questions earlier and I’d be lying if I said I was not thrilled that he had got back to me so soon and I answered him.

Sissy Jane> And what kind is that?

Sissy Trainer> One who knows her place is to please her owner, Sissy

Sissy Jane> Oh?

Sissy Trainer> Would you like to please your owner Sissy Jane? To surrender your pathetic attempts at pretending to be a man and become the sissy of a Master’s dreams?

Could I? I felt a strange shiver that mixed humiliation with a darkly erotic thrill which made my cock twitch in my panties as I typed.

Sissy Jane> Perhaps

Sissy Trainer > Don’t you mean, “Perhaps” Master?

I guess it was the booze that made me reply.

Sissy Jane > That is a title that needs to be earned sir.

Sissy Trainer > (Grins) Does it now you pretty little tease? Then I’ll just have to see about earning it off you sissy Jane!

Since I was usually on-line from about 9am until midnight we were able to chat when ever he was on which was usually from around 2 or 3pm so I assumed he was in the States. He had a decidedly dominant edge to his messages but that edge was tempered by a teasing sense of humour which I warmed too and when ever we were on line together he would message me and over subsequent chats he manoeuvred the conversation from vanilla dressing into one about sexual fantasies. Although it took him a while to break down my reticence I started to tell him about my kinky desires and at some point along the way I started to call him Master!

Perhaps it was the way he took my kinky ideas and fantasies and then put his own spin on them which kept me chatting with him, and with out realising it was happening his words were slowly altering the way I perceived my darker fantasies. It was a real turn on for me as Sissy Trainer taunted and teased me with promises that if we ever met in real life he would make me wear a polished steel collar with Sissy Jane Property of Master ST engraved on it. He also took a comment of mine about a fantasy I had about being forced to get vivid bikini lines suntanned onto my body and twisted it into how he would make make me take hormones and transition into his full time feminised slave. Permanently bonded to him by making me get his initials and slave mark indelibly tattooed on my body. Only a few weeks earlier topics like this would never have turned me on, but after talking about such things with him I was now more than willing to roll play being this man’s sissy sex-toy!

I was hooked and when he started to ask me to send him photographs of me posed to his taste to show him my small wardrobe of feminine clothing I tried to avoid it. I’ll be honest I was not keen on doing it but he took the first step by sending me a some of him, a head shot, one of him wearing a minuscule swimming costume, in a business suit and finally leaning against a huge motorcycle wearing leather biker gear. Even though I felt I was straight I see he was a real ‘hunk’ of a man! He was in his mid to late thirties with a gym honed body, commanding slate grey eyes dominating his handsome face under a head of dark cropped hair. On his chest was a thick mass of wiry dark hair and his right upper arm was tattooed with one of those American Greek university fraternity symbols.

Sissy Trainer> bolu escort I bet just looking at your Masters virile manly body has your useless sissy clitty aching in your lacy panties? I am sure you cannot wait to get them framed and hanging all over your boudoir so you can look at me from your bed and dream of serving me like the slut slave you desire!

Sissy Jane> Mm. Yes Master!

What I did not realise was now he knew what I had in my feminine wardrobe it allowed him to dictate to me how he wanted me to dress when we chatted and he did. With out realising what was happening I was starting to become obedient, and some two months after we started talking on-line he asked.

Sissy Trainer> Have you a web cam Sissy Jane?

Sissy Jane> No master, I don’t own a web cam.

Sissy Trainer > Go and buy one today bitch. I have decided that if I am at home with you I wish to see what my property is doing!

Sissy Jane > Yes Master, what sort shall I get?

Sissy Trainer > Any will do so long as it’s got good resolution and a microphone.

I was that into out little game that I went out and bought myself a wireless one first thing the following morning. Thankfully I had enough sense to change into something feminine before I set up the software and plugged it in because he was already waiting on-line for me as I logged in.

Sissy Trainer > Did you get it slut?

Sissy Jane > Yes Master.

Sissy Trainer > Good, turn it on now slut, and activate the microphone I want to be able to talk to my sissy bitch!

Now he had me on his screen, and could speak rather than type Sissy Trainer upped the anti little by little. First he got me to show him my undies, then he got me to kneel before my web-cam when he was speaking to me. He began to insist that I curtseyed to him when ever he came on or went off line. I’ll admit tarting dressed as a girl in front of my web cam for him and learning to give him a virtual lap dance was a lot of fun.

We used the web cam a lot or rather I did, as Master only turned his on when he was at home and could use his microphone. Sometimes when he was busy at work he would ask me to leave my cam on so he could ‘keep an eye on me’ even when I was not dressed for him. I never knew when he would be watching but I willingly played along not seeing that what he was doing was extending his control over me into my ‘real’ life. With almost telepathic timing just as the thrill of using the web cam started to fade Master showed me a pair of slutty chandelier earrings and a belly button ring with a heart shaped pendent engraved with ST hanging from it.

Sissy Trainer > I would like to see you wearing these my Sissy.

I was that caught up in our on line fantasy that I gave him my address with out thinking about it!

May be a week later the postman delivered me a large box containing the ear and belly button rings along with a set of very sexy looking lingerie and a pair of fully fashioned seemed stockings. To complete the look the box also included a seriously spiky pair of five inch heels with locking ankle straps. Much to my surprise the label included the real name of my internet friend, Scott Temple which explained the ST but instead of an address all I got was a return code.

Obviously I could not wait to showed off the outfit he had sent me and I waited feeling like I was about to explode with excitement until he logged in from work mid afternoon with the comment.

Sissy Trainer > Have you got your new rings in?

Sissy Jane> Not yet Master.

My ears were not pierced at this point, and before I could continue tell him, he typed.

Sissy Trainer > Do not to contact me again until you have the photographic evidence that you have been a good sissy slut and got holes pierced for your Masters presents!

Then he promptly logged off!

The idea of losing my on-line Master was enough to scare me into going out almost immediately and getting both my ears and belly button pierced for him! Considering that until I started hanging in TG chat rooms I never would have done anything like this my behaviour astounded me! I like to think he was waiting for them because with in minutes of sending him the photographs that evening Master Scott logged in and we chatted for an hour or so before I began to fall asleep!

The rings, lingerie and heels were just the start of his presents. Although I did not see it at the time all the outfits and items had one thing in common they reinforced my submission to him as he sent me a very sluttish secretary’s outfit which he teasingly told me to wear during his work hours so I could get used to wearing sexy office wear before he made me come to work for him. He also sent me submissive girl fetish club outfits and best of all a very sexy maids uniform which he told me to always wear when I did my housework, so I was properly outfitted if he decided to look in on my web cam while I was (as he put it) training for my future as a slave wife!

He knew I got off on surrendering control and kept reminding me about how he was going to have me transformed me into his idea of the perfect trophy sissy to decorate his arm. Reiterating bursa escort how I would one day be forced to take hormones, get breast implants and tattooed eye-liner to reinforce my place in his life as his feminised bitch! One rather worrying development was alongside one of his little presents, a butt plug that he cast in front of me over his web cam from the top three inches of his cock was a blister pack of tablets! Although he called them vitamins I had a sneaking suspicion they might have been hormones as he insisted on me taking them when he was watching over the web-cam link. I kept meaning to ask him but worried that he might ‘dump’ me I obeyed his command that I took them in his presence!

The butt plug was a scarily exciting looking thing, and at first I had no intention of ever using, but as ever Master Scott got his way and when I finally plucked up the courage to use it for him my cock had never ever been as hard!

I guess it was the total break Master Scott’s demands made from the repetitive reality of my life that made our long daily chats the highlight of my life, because by now we had gone past just chatting about our kinks but our real lives. I learned he managed his own business, was 36 years old and although he had been in the States since his teens his family was British. The relationship might have been over a pc link but it had become for me a quite real for me and when the credit crunch started to bite I could not stop myself telling him my worries about the security of my job when it became apparent that my employers were getting into difficulties.

Sissy Trainer > Well if the worst comes to pass that offer still stands for you to contract to me for a year?

Sissy Jane> How you are there and I am here?

Sissy Trainer> It depends on what you are doing, after all you work from home just now and I can use you in the same way.

Sissy Jane> Doing what updating website’s?

Sissy Trainer> Something like that, and I am sure you would enjoy the bonuses (lewd wink) Let me think things through and I’ll put something together just in case.

I did not think anything would come of it and started sending out my CV to anyone and everyone I could think of because having seen the news I felt sure from the sudden drop in business I was seeing in the on-line operation which had been the one part of the business making a profit that my employers were going to go bust! My fears were proved right when a week later when the company went in to liquidation and was made redundant. I was at my wits end my savings and what was left of my inheritance after buying my flat would just about meet my mortgage payment and bills for this month and with my redundancy payment may be next month but after that I was in the shit! Making things worse was Master Scott was away on business for a couple of weeks so I could not even talk to anyone about my fears and I was in a rare old state when the a day or two later the postman delivered me a large official looking letter. Preying that it was an interview offer, I tore it open and saw it was from a solicitors with an a London address.

Dear Mr Lane

In reference to your application for the advertised post of private personal UK assistant to Mr Temple of WS&T Development at the salary ($120,000 US) agreed at interview. We are pleased to inform you that your application was successful. As per Mr Temple’s request appointment to this post is for a minimum of one year and is subject to your agreement to undertake to his satisfaction certain conditions during a three month probationary period.

As a PPA to Mr Temple, WS&T undertakes to maintain your mortgage payments, the properties running costs and associated expenses. However after the payment of a signing bonus of $10,000 US, you will only receive a weekly allowance for personal expenses while the balance of your salary is to be paid into a trust account that you will gain access, assuming you have met Mr Temples criteria, on completion of the contract. Should you wish to accept this position please complete the attached forms with the signed contract of employment and return them along with all the listed personal identification in the provided envelope as soon as possible.

Yours Truly.

J Howard.

Satchel and Butler Solicitors.

I could not believe what I what I had in front of me. A quick bit of rough maths in my head told me that the job was offering nearly four times what I was on at present! Over a cup of tea I re-read the part about conditions and was able to take a guess at what some of them would be.

“Oh my god!” I whispered to myself, aware that when Master Scott had said I could work for him I thought he was joking but as I read through the letter a second time and looked through the forms I saw that that his offer was very real. So real that the there were forms for the Inland Revenue for resident UK nationals receiving annual salary in foreign currency, along with the usual National Insurance pay as you earn and health forms. Health forms which also included rather scarily a couple of releases for breast augmentation and associated treatments. Obviously the enormity of the letters contents caught me off guard and left me feeling a mixture of relief, excitement and the somewhat embarrassing realisation that if I accepted the position then the feminine roll Master Scott envisaged for me would step from fantasy into the realm of cold hard reality.

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When you are still in high school and living at home, the technical legal status of being 18 or 19 years old doesn’t mean a great deal. Just because the law considers you an adult, rarely means the ‘rents do. Really, really rarely!

That not only creates some additional tensions as a teenager, but almost guarantees you will be hearing ‘So long as you are under MY roof…’ as the final judgment handed down to almost any attempt of invoking your age as some kind of defense. You eventually learn, you certainly have better odds of simply ‘pleading the fifth’ than ever having ‘But I am 18…’ getting past the jury. ‘But, I’m an adult…’ is only slightly less insane, the few times you bother to ASK permission to do something first. I quickly learned the futility of trying it either way, and just accepted the ‘their house – their rules’ mandate.

So had Derek. Very suddenly.

His big ‘This *IS* the way it’s gonna be’ lecture after trying to use the lame ‘But I’m 19’ line, came only 36 or so hours after our ‘helping out a buddy’ mutual hand jobs in my bed. He was caught fucking one of the easiest cheerleaders in his usually safe, well secluded, basement bedroom in the middle of Saturday afternoon.

I look back now, and think a lot of the reason for banging her, was not because he was 19 and always sniffing for tail. It was just typical Derek to be hornier than a 65 year old man at a strip joint; with the cash from his first social security check, and a freshly filled Viagra prescription; both in his pocket and ready to really celebrate retirement. Nah…it had to be more about trying to prove to himself that he WAS totally straight, in spite of what had happened between us two nights previous.

Anyway…it wasn’t the first time together for them in his bedroom; but it sure was the first time they had gotten busted. His mom showed back up at home a whole lot sooner than expected from her shopping trip, and Mrs. Austin had quietly wandered down to his room to ask for help unloading all the groceries in the mini van.

Instead of finding her normally helpful, ‘little boy’ watching Bugs Bunny cartoons on his television; she was treated to her very adult son, uttering male porno movie star moans; ‘Fuck me harder jock stud’ female demands mixed in; and his fully naked body slamming his hips hard into the also totally nude girl under him on his bed.

Now Annie Austin was no prude, but was definitely less than thrilled when Derek pulled out and rolled over in shock at the sound of her voice. According to him, his mom being ‘180 degrees from happy’ didn’t even come close to describing her next reactions…when he came all over himself and his latest, regular trollop…right as his mom’s eyes had glued themselves to his pulsing seven inch soldier. Mothers do tend to freak some when seeing their little boys with grown up equipment at full attention the first time. Saluting AND spitting out white bullets only makes it worse.

I had nearly laughed myself sick when he told me the story and the resulting ‘You just can’t DO shit like that son’ sermon his dad gave him after dinner, when we met up to play pool later that night at the mall game room.

Course, I had always followed the guideline about ‘no messing around in your bedroom,’ my ‘rents had laid down. Since ‘with girls’ had always been at the end of that oft mentioned dictate, it was an easy one to obey. Now if my mom or dad had any clue I might be gay, and made it no sex at all, period; I would still have joined the ranks of ‘felony level, house rule breaker’ two nights earlier…and happily done even more than just whack Derek’s pretty cock while he whipped mine.

* * * * *

I don’t know if it was due to getting caught screwing, or just the extra time we started spending together again the next week; but Derek didn’t even bother to ask anyone to the Christmas dance. He had suggested we both go stag, and see who we could get lucky with; but I attempted to beg off by using the excuse I would rather just sit at home and play Nintendo, than have to make out with the skanks or zit-faced freshman wall flowers that would be there by themselves.

I really didn’t want to go to a dance with Derek, only to be left hanging around the refreshment table, abandoned by my best friend. Shoveling stale Oreos in my mouth and drinking lukewarm eggnog punch; while his easily distracted cock had him in the back seat of his Camaro with any chick that showed enough interest by the end of the first set the band played; wasn’t my idea of a Christmas date.

I really, really liked my best friend; but damn; he was such a male whore. But Derek; being typical Derek; managed to use his charms and charisma, and finally convinced me over the next week to show up at the dance. The final offer he made to sway me, was: “If you go with me, you can stay at my place and we’ll order a pizza and play Nintendo in my room all night, afterwards.” Since the dance was being held on a Wednesday night, and winter break began beyliikdüzü escort on Thursday, I knew my ‘rents wouldn’t have a problem with me sleeping over in the middle of the week.

The only downside would be that I was pretty sure any bed sharing we did, would only be that: ‘bed sharing.’ Any chance of a Thanksgiving night rerun, would most likely be previously satisfied by his normal school dance goal of fucking in the back seat or getting blown in the front one, before the last song played. Little did my always over-active, but still somewhat naive, mind know!

The dance was even worse than as I had predicted to myself. Derek was boffing his brains out in the car before I had even gotten the chance to say ‘No, but thanks,’ to the second pudgy, sophomore girl…probably treasurer of the Latin club, or the only female member of the chess team…that asked if I wanted to dance.

One advantage; if it could even be called that, for me at least; of having a best friend like Derek, and hanging out together; was that he was a fantastic babe magnet. It was like being Richie Cunningham and him being ‘The Fonz.’ Just the dregs and overflow of willing high school tits & ass that would schmooze up to him was huge. When they would shift their attention other directions when he politely brushed them off, meant you were the closest next option. Had my biggest desire still been wanting to pop my male cherry with a female, it wouldn’t have been all that hard.

That night though, he had disappeared so quickly that the normal gaggle of cute; or at least passable; girls that would corral him when he was someplace without an official date, never materialized. Instead of being on the short list of second choices, I became a male wall flower and also a target for the youngest and either homeliest or chunkiest girls trolling the dance.

Derek and his conquest for that night, finally strolled back into the room 30 minutes later and still adjusting their clothes. The cheesy grin and the wink he shot me…and the way she was hanging on him, like she was rightfully staking claim…said both had gotten what they wanted. It only took about two slow dances, and 15 minutes of her acting like he had proposed to her in the Camaro; for Derek for head straight for me when she went to the bathroom. He begged for me to act sick or something, so he would have to take me home and he could ditch her.

I laughed, but my brain agreed that I would rather be anyplace else too right now. Just so long as it was with him. Even if it meant having to listen to him recount every kiss and cock thrust that had just happened in his back seat, while we waited for a pizza to show up back at his parents’ house.

* * * * *

By the time we were finishing the last two slices of the large, double pepperoni, double cheese pie; Derek had just kicked my ass at Mario, for the fourth straight time and I was ready to call it a night. We had already ditched our top clothes for comfort when we first got to his room; and now all that was left for sack time, was to lose the socks and wife beaters we still had on and be down to our boxers. Even though I was petty certain that we both slept nude at other times, we always wore our undies on our sleepovers.

He was already stripped down to his and was flat on his back in the large bed, while I was removing my sleeveless tee and looked at him. Damn his package always looked so good jammed inside the pouch of a tight pair of square cut, Tommy brand boxer trunks. I quickly half shifted my own cock in my loose and baggy, more traditional, Walmart cheapie shorts. It twitched again though, when I crawled in beside him. Derek rolled right; killed the light on the night stand; and rolled back left to the same position. I shifted a couple times while we talked in the dark, and ended up on my side facing him.

It didn’t take long for Derek to steer the conversation back to his success with Jessica yet again; and it only took a few details and a few minutes for me to be rubbing my bone thru my cotton undies. Fuck it! He had gotten off that night, but I hadn’t…yet!

I couldn’t see his hand in the darkness, but when he stopped talking for a moment, the total silence allowed my ears to catch the distinct noise that sounded mysteriously like finger nails being scraped back and forth in extra thick pubic hair. When he didn’t speak and the sound continued, I decided to duplicate it and see what response I got. My hand had only been in my boxers lightly scraping my own crotch fuzz for maybe five or six seconds, when the same coming from his groin region intensified. I took the big chance and moved my lower leg up against his and itched at mine a little louder and longer too.

Our thighs were just close enough together that when the pube scratching code game from him stopped, I felt his hand push his underwear down to his knees. The only words I would hear from him for the next five minutes were, “Thinking about her tight bodrum escort pussy has me all hard again buddy.” The very gentle, but so tell-tale movements of the mattress, said Derek had a good grip on himself with his right hand and was slowly masturbating. I had just started to push my own full boxers off, when I felt his left hand tug at a leg bottom and a couple of fingers wiggle against my upper thigh.

I was so horny for him that I didn’t need any more hints. My undies went straight to my ankles. My left ran hand up the inside of his fuzzy calf and thigh, and to cupping his nuts in one continuous smooth motion. I heard the slight ‘mmmm’ as I massaged them and right before feeling one of his paws wrapping around my shaft. I stopped palming his sac and moved my hand to his slender rod and helped him work it for a few minutes…slowly and methodically. His hand abandoned himself and used both of his to began to make similar motions to mine. He thumbed the pre seeping from my piss slit and spread it all over my large helmet, while playing with my groaning balls even more than he had the night of my birthday. I was so wanting to make this last, but I think we were both so worked up it might be fruitless to even try.

Derek found his voice again just as my free hand had pinched one of his manboy nipples and made him shiver. When he whispered, I almost came at the options the words offered.

Even though he had stopped stroking me, his hand still held tight to my thick dick. “One funny thing about that bitch…she will fuck like a bunny rabbit at the drop of the hat…but she won’t suck cock,” came from his side of the bed and was all I needed to hear.

My fist locked tight on Derek as I whispered back, “You really like getting head don’t ya, bro?”

The only thing that came for an answer was an excited ‘UHH HUH!’ and his tool throbbing extra strong in my hand suddenly. His hand had a immediate, slightly tighter grip of its own on my bone, too.

I asked quickly, “She didn’t even suck it a little for you?”

That got my cock another hard squeeze and an obviously sad ‘unnt uhhh,’ that was almost a begging moan.

I inhaled deep; found every ounce of bravado I had in me; extorted continued concession from him with my hands; and totally risked our friendship with my next and last comment. “Well…when your best buddy is in need…”

My lips were quickly swallowing their first mushroom not on a pizza or in my grandma’s homemade spaghetti sauce. Never could stand the damn things otherwise…at least not until THIS moment. My tongue began experiencing the erotically strange silkiness of the sides of a hard penis, as it also made its maiden voyage. As my mouth was continuing to fill itself as it never had been before; Derek stopped pulling on my cock, but kept hold of it as his hips bumped up slightly to encourage me to keep going.

And I did!

It may have been my first attempt at sucking dick, but I used my mouth and lips and tongue and hands like it may be the only blow job I would ever get to give. I might have been a complete virgin on either side of this type of sex, but knew enough to just do anything and everything that I would have wanted done to me. Girls just never ‘get that’ about sucking cock. How could they? They don’t HAVE one! Compare a clit to a penis all you want…it is NOT the same thing! Married guys don’t cruise glory holes at rest area bathrooms, because they just want a quick blow job. It’s because they want a GOOD one for a change!

But back to Derek and me and my first time giving head.

I held his balls in one hand while my other one made his pole keep standing straight up for me. The heel of my hand was planted firmly where his substantial, light brown happy trail met his extra furry, blond and brown, crotch bush. My thumb and index finger were circled and clutching the base of his perfect-for-sucking, slender erection. My desire allowed me to be able to finally take all of his shaft and my tonsils got bumped. As I kept my lips pinched tight around him, and used my mouth on him like a vibrating shop vac; the rest of his body begin to respond too.

The hips were faintly humping along with my gulps; my elbow was pinned to his abs and felt them heave and contract, more and more; and his long legs began to slide back and forth in mini-spasms of some type. Finally, even his own lips joined in when they jumped back to life to let out: “I’m…I’mma…I’mma gonna…I’m…I’m gonna cum, Brad!”

They went silent again until he doubled humped hard up into my still suctioning mouth, and they oozed out a long “MMMmmmMMMMmmmm” as his cock spewed inside me. I let his entire fresh ball load empty over my tongue and drain into my throat. I had tasted my own cum a few times, but his juice was much sweeter than mine and I couldn’t get enough of it.

I finally let loose of the lock jaw grip my mouth had on him when my still licking tongue felt his tool start to soften. bolu escort I rolled to my back and licked my lips a few seconds, to enjoy the jis left on them, and then began to work my own shaft. The weight shift I felt thru the mattress before I had taken more than 3 or 4 quick strokes, was Derek rolling up on his elbow and whispering only, “Your turn.”

I held my breath, wondering what the chances were? My ultimate hope of the same favor being returned, was quickly dashed; but I was still satisfied by Derek just as quickly.

He propped his head up on his left hand, while his right one briskly and firmly yanked on me until my cock gave up its biggest and most forceful load ever. My super tight nut sac emptied it mostly on me; but at least the first two wads of the ‘Old Faithful’ geyser-like eruption, flew past my eyes and peppered his headboard. The cushy mattress moved some more again in the darkness, after my final hip thrust to his fist and the last spooge slobbered out of me. Instead of a kiss or even a hug that I would have so dearly welcomed coming from Derek’s movement; he only released his grip, and in few quick seconds; a dozen or more Kleenexes were placed on my stomach from the box that always sat on his night table. The additional movements above my head as I cleaned myself up, was Derek wiping the splatters from the headboard with a few of them. All of the sticky wet tissues were added to the small plastic trash can next to the bed. I giggled when I saw how full of similar wadded up nose wipers it already was; knowing full well, that nobody had that much snot to get rid of.

The only thing that was said before we quickly shifted to some inane talking before sleeping, was: “Damn dude! You always shoot off like a rocket, don’t you?” I didn’t care that our second time had been far more about him than me. Just the fact he came down my throat as much as he had, and still got me off afterwards too; said whatever guilt or worries or whatever, he might have; he was just gay enough…or at least curious enough…to mess around the second time and not freak out about the direction our friendship seemed to be maturing towards.

* * * * *

When Derek told me he had no plans at all for New Year’s eve, I immediately suggested he come to my place to party some and sleep over so we could watch the football games together the next day. I might have become a cock sucker recently, but I was still all male and got into a good football game, too. I knew his dad still had him on a really short leash at the house thanks to him getting caught fucking in his bedroom, and that there wasn’t any way he be allowed a single beer that night or even chance smoking a joint near the place. My ‘rents were a lot less strict cause I was ‘such a good boy’ in their eyes, and they liked and trusted Derek too. Even though just one beer was even technically illegal at 19; having a couple on a special occasion or major holiday was cool with them…so long as no driving would be involved afterwards. Since neither Derek; nor I; had ever tried any other drugs…and only smoked pot so infrequently that a couple hits had us buzzing…they didn’t think either of us even knew how to spell marijuana.

Well…maybe they got a SLIGHT clue after the two us came back from a trip to grandpa’s old barn around 11:30 that December 31st night.

We stumbled over each other a little walking thru the back door, and were snickering and grinning and laughing at almost anything while we raided the refrigerator like a special forces team attacking a small country to handle the munchies we had already developed. I laughed so hard and literally slid down to the kitchen floor holding my sides, when I heard my dad tell my mom in the adjoining family room: “Think the boys have had enough beer for tonight.” Derek managed to stay on his feet, but also broke up so bad, that he actually shot snot out of his nostrils.

“Oh yeah…don’t dare let us have a third one! We will just ring in the New Year with a major bake from the half of the pencil joint of Maui Wowie we just split!” I thought it but I sure didn’t say it out loud.

Derek had gotten the intense smoke from a soccer team buddy as a Christmas present, and I felt really special that he had decided to save it to share with me. I sure didn’t know the long-lasting, super buzz would have an extra benefit until after we had crawled in my bed; still stoned; an hour after the big ball hit bottom in Times Square on TV.

We were both feeling so good; but also so ready to stretch out and relax; that Derek quickly stripped to his boxer briefs and was on his back before I had my jeans off my feet. I was already into the mellowing phase of the high, and took my time getting the American Eagle polo he had given me for Christmas up and over my head. Part of the reason was, the boxers he had on, was one of the two pairs from the Calvin Klein twin pack I had gotten him and they were full. Yeah…a guy buying another guy underwear for a Christmas present probably seemed a lil gay…but Derek had acted really pleased that I picked out something so personal for him. My eyes were closed and my mind had shifted to fantasizing, and caused me to start to do without thinking, what I always did when shucking my clothes for bed: peel my boxers off.

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I stood quietly in the corner watching as you slipped into the room. The darkness hiding me away from your eyes as you went about your nightly rituals. I appreciated the curve of your ass as you bent over to untie your shoes and slip them off, my hands itching to reach out and touch you, craving the warmth of your skin like a drug. As you continued to undress, I let my eyes wander over your body, taking in the broad width of your shoulders and the definition in your arms, I could feel my heartbeat picking up pace, but still I remained quiet, watching like a perve in a peep show for my eyes only, my mouth getting dry as your hands rested on your belt. Such a simple motion that seemed to take forever, take it off I wanted to scream at you. Take the fucking belt off now. I don’t know when I had become such a domineering little thing, but it was the need pulsing through my body dictating the pace now. I could feel my body begin to tremble as you dragged the zipper down slowly, if I didn’t know better I would almost think that you knew I was standing there watching you. Are you teasing me? Do you want me to beg you to take your pants off? If you could only read my thoughts right now I’m sure they would make you blush. I was in full predator mode and you were my prey… my eyes keenly following every stretch, every motion, my ears capturing every breath you took. Inhaling slowly and dragging as much air into my lungs as I could hold at that point, I clench and unclench my fists. I closed my eyes tightly as your pants dropped down to the floor making a soft thumping noise from the fall. Mmmm, now we’re getting somewhere. You turn to look at the bed closely and realize that I am not in it and I can feel your eyes roam around the room searching for me. Silently I move forward into the light provided by the street lamp that filters through our window. Unashamed as I face you in my white t-shirt and white thong. Should I say something? You glide effortlessly across the room and move to stand before me. I could smell your strong masculine scent rolling off of you and my fingers flexed involuntarily as I allowed it to wash over me and heighten my already stretched senses.

“Come here” you murmured so softly I thought I imagined it. I moved towards you, meek and submissive for I knew this is how it would be between us. I accepted the loss of control easily with the knowledge that I was safe with you. You slid your hand into my hair and tugged my head gently back until I was forced to look up at you. My breath hitched in my throat as you bent towards me. Slowly you moved your face closely next to mine, barely touching me as your nose travelled across my skin, inhaling my scent as any good mate would, remembering the feel of me. Swallowing was becoming difficult as I struggled to contain my desire. Breathe slowly I commanded my already weak mind. You grabbed me and pushed me back up against the wall in one fluid motion and the breath left my body. Spinning me around so that my back faced you, my arms spread out against the wall for support, I felt your hips push against my ass. Oh god I wanted to rock back against you but knew you would be sakarya escort displeased with any break in discipline. So I waited patiently. My reward came in the form of the warmth of your breath caressing the back of my neck. I could feel the hair rising on my arms as my body recognized its master. I let my head fall forward a bit just before I felt the wet warmth of your mouth against my neck, sinking your teeth gently into my skin, marking me as your own.

“What should I do with you?” you growled at me, all the while flexing your hips back and forth thrusting your cock against my ass. Your arousal only served to fuel my own even more and I could feel my knees begin to shake from the force of my need for you.

“Make me – scream – for you” I managed to stutter out brokenly. No pride left in me as I submitted fully to you, wanting only to please at this point.

“Make you scream for me hmmm?” I could hear the smile in your voice as you threw my answer back at me. I nodded slowly and deliberately flexed back against you, knowing I would be punished for my small infraction. I did not have to wait long. You took my arms and propelled me towards the bed, pushing me back gently so that I fell helplessly into it. Before I could scramble away you were there, straddling my hips and forcing me to lie quietly beneath you.

“Before the night is out, you will scream for me, again and again, until I let you stop, do you understand me?” I heard the question and allowed my mind to absorb it, nodding in confirmation to your demand.

“Do not move from here” you command me firmly as you slid off me and went towards the cupboard, reaching inside for something and then returning to me.

“sit up now and raise your arms” I complied, eager now to see where this was heading, eager and excited. You remove my t-shirt in one clean movement and I sit there in just my thong, my nipples hardening beneath your gaze. “Give me your hands” – I moved quickly to follow your command and felt the scraps of silk being tied around my wrists. One push and I fell back onto the bed as you straddled my chest and secured my wrists to the bedframe. I could feel your grin and watched as a devious smirk came across your face. You were enjoying toying with me, enjoyed having me in your complete control and though I would never confess it, so did I. I lay there wondering what you would be doing to me next and found that I didn’t have to wait long for an answer to my question. You got back up and walked out the room and I stared at you as you walked away from me, enjoying the sight of your legs, the curve of your ass and the predatory stride you had. Mine, I thought possessively, shocked by the intensity of that one word as it flashed through my mind. I twisted around to try and see what you were doing with no success, damn, you tied these things good and tight.

“You are so impatient for my return little one” I heard you before you came into sight. Yes, I wanted to scream out to you, yes I’m fucking impatient for you, but I dared not. You sat along side me this time, smiling wickedly down at me as you raised your hand over me. samsun escort Plunk… what the heck?? My body shuddered as the first ice cold drop hit my chest. I could see it now, the cubes you held in your hand. Taking your sweet time, you lower your hand to my right nipple and swipe it across slowly, causing my nipples to harden further and forcing a gasp from my lips. Back and forth you applied slight pressure numbing the surface with each pass. It was torture it was torment and I was mesmerized by it.

“We can’t neglect this other little fellow can we?” you taunt as you flick my left nipple then proceed to numb it just as much as its counterpart. Arrrrghhh. I flexed and tested the bounds of the ties again, twisting in agony and desire, the line between both emotions blurred by the intensity of my need for you. I arch my hips unconsciously as desire starts to pool between my thighs. My pussy is pulsing for your touch, aching for it, dammit, I need to feel you. NOW!

“What do we have here, is my little one so eager to be fucked” you crudely taunt me and I close my eyes to hide my need from you. Laughter, soft and rolling hits my ears and I know you are enjoying this far more than you should. I open my eyes and glare at you, silently cursing you in my mind. It is then I realize the direction of your thoughts and I brace for it. Your hand slides between my thighs and pushes the thong aside far enough to insert a cube of ice between my already wet lips, sliding it in and out mimicking the movements that I so desperately crave. I cannot help it, I let out a low drawn out moan and watch as you smile in reaction to my response. Using my thong you secure the ice in place against my clit and sit back to watch me squirm. My breathing is erratic now and my hips are thrashing about in an effort to dislodge it but to no avail. Dammit. I grind my teeth and bare them at you.

“My little kitten who thinks she’s a tiger” you laugh at me and ruffle my hair gently. Well, of all the patronizing things to do to me! I turn away from you so you cannot see my reaction and the slight smile curving around my lips now. I feel the bed move beneath me as you get up again, returning swiftly this time with another object in your hands. Is that my hairbrush? What now? You kneel between my thighs and tug my underwear off, dragging it slowly down my knees until it slides off my feet, the ice slipping to the wayside. Pushing my legs wide open you settle yourself between them and look down at my neatly trimmed pussy. Bending over your face is so close to it that if you stick your tongue out I am sure that I could entice you to lick and service me. Then I feel it, the bristles of my hairbrush gliding across my thighs back and forth. Moving up to my pussy and brushing the neat tuff of hair it finds there. Ok this isn’t so bad I remember thinking, oh how wrong I was. Suddenly the tables turn and you flip the hairbrush in your hands and begin to rub the handle against my swollen clit. Oh my god, I could feel my muscles contract in anticipation of each stroke of the brush.

“Remember, I told you kitten, that before the night is urfa escort through you would scream again and again for me? How about we start now?’ I gasp as the cold handle is inserted into my pussy and you push it in inch by inch, cold metal against hot volcanic walls. I was caught in a mindless desire now and began to pulse around the handle, pumping my hips up and down, fucking the brush, the very way I wanted to fuck you.

“that’s it kitten, fuck that brush, show me what you want me to do to you, so wet, so very wet” you croon against my ear, taking my excitement to another level because I knew it was tormenting you as much as it pleasured me. I was close, so very close to falling apart. Damn it, you could tell, couldn’t you? Suddenly the handle disappeared and I was left hanging. What the hell!

“Please” I whimpered “Please”

“Please what kitten? Please fuck you?” Oh god, mind reader alert! I rolled my eyes in exasperation. No please brush the hair on my pussy a little more, I think I have some tangles! Fucker! I twisted in frustration some more.

You rise in response to my actions and move to stand by my face. Peeling off your shorts and allowing me to fully grasp just how excited you are by what we are doing. I could smell you, and watched as your hard cock sprang to life in front of my face and close to my lips. My mouth ran dry again.

“Is this what you want kitten? Do you want some of this?” you taunt me again and slap your cock against my lips gently. Not caring at this point I let my mouth hang open slightly and risk running my tongue against the head of your cock. Just, a little, closer, mmmm.

“Little kitten things she can handle this” you grab my hair and tug me forward until the head of your cock pushes past my lips and against my tongue, deeper into the cavity of my mouth until I’m gagging against it. Relax your throat I think to myself and do just that. Slowly you develop a rhythm, thrusting in and out at your own pace. So perverse but so right, I suck and lick my fill of you.

“Such a good little kitten, sucking me off like that, I wonder if you’d swallow my cum if I allowed it” My eyes grew round and I moaned gently around you, baring my teeth and scraping you gently to acknowledge that you were turning me on even more.

“As much as I enjoy getting head from you there is somewhere else I need to be right now” you whisper against my ear and move to slip between my thighs. Without any warning and no further preparation you force your cock into my pussy hard, making me arch my hips off the bed in surprise and proceed to fuck me in earnest, slamming into me so hard the bed starts to shake. At that moment I knew I had lost, this round would go to you and I started to scream out loud, wrapping my legs high around your waist and deepening the position, and still you slammed into me, again and again…

“Say it! Tell me what you want” you command me

“I want you to fuck me hard” I whisper

“What? What do you want?” you taunt me and slow your thrusting motion

‘FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!” I scream in frustration now. You groan and lift my ass high off the bed fulfilling my every wish.

Now one must ask oneself, who is truly the master here. Is it I? or you? For I know as I write this with a satisfied smile in place, I achieved my objective by allowing myself to submit for a moment.

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