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The Training Sergeant

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I took a cold Coke out of the plastic cooler. It was Friday afternoon in the southwestern desert, and I was alone in the company training area finishing up the paperwork. The younger sergeants had left long ago, heading for cold beer, air conditioning, and the NCO club if not some bar downtown.

I wasn’t exactly past that, not completely ancient, but at 40, I was the oldest sergeant in the training cadre, and I had learned that the older I grew, the harder it was to pick up the pretty girls in bars. The older I grew, the more I had to pay for it–and the more I found it easer to go without it.

Not for the first time, I cursed my bad luck in being posted to this remote western fort. The US Army certainly could pick ’em. The training area and the town itself were a match–Nowhere Land.The area was practically deserted. The town attached to the Army post like moss growing on the underside of a log was a little hardscrabble dump with nothing but poor farmers, saloons, and Dew Drop Inn-type cafes. Life is grimmer the older you get.

Thank God for jacking off. As time went by, I found my trusty hand the only dependable sex-release. Women were like running through a minefield for a handful of M & M’s — if you survived to the other side. The good ol’ right hand. What would I do without it?

As if the post weren’t bad enough, the weather was like Hell. The sun went over every day like a blowtorch. Luckily the Army prescribed “hot-weather, casual” uniform, meaning baseball caps, T-shirts, black Army athletic shorts, and sneakers. It was always broiling outside, but at least we were as comfortable as possible.

I was lonely. I knew it. I couldn’t figure out what to do about it, though. Every weekend student soldiers and those assigned to the post gravitated to the town. Most of the time I just hung around the fort–the library, the theater, or the NCO club.

Sometimes I was assigned to in-processing, filling out paperwork, handing out training materials, or assigning bunks to newcomers. Gradually all young GI’s came to look alike, most of them healthy specimens made hard and muscular from Basic Training but most of them bewildered and scared, still not knowing how the Army worked, still afraid of finding themselves on KP, still over-eager to do whatever the sergeants wanted. Children. I was surrounded by children.

I walked out of the training area brushing the sand away. That afternoon we had conducted a hand-to-hand combat class. After so many years, self-defense was completely natural to me–I had black belts in two differente styles–and teaching it had grown boring. No matter how big, strong, or aggressive, all new soldiers made the same mistakes, and flipping them onto their asses long ago stopped being funny. I crossed the street to the storage shed on the other side, carrying a couple of cushion helmets and groin protectors left behind by the eager departees. After putting the equipment on the shelves, I stood in the shed looking over my clipboard. A movement in the doorway caught my eye.

A soldier casually leaned against the door frame, all youth and tan and Andy Griffith Show innocence. “Sergeant,” he said in a surprisingly deep voice, “what score did I get on the hand-to-hand?” He stepped into the shed.

“What’s your name?”

“Cox. PFC Cox.”

–God, what a name. I remember him. One of my opponents. Very strong kid. Very big.–

He was six-foot-three, I would say, and probably 220 pounds. Not that it did him any good in the hand-to-hand pit. I dumped him on his ass with one hand while holding my clipboard in the other and still addressed the soldiers watching. “Use your opponent’s strength against him,” I told them, “and you will HMMPH! — I dumped the guy — keep the offensive.”

–Oh, wait a minute! This is the guy with the balls!–

I had put it out of my mind, but suddenly I remembered: in the self-defense pit he wasn’t wearing any underwear. When I tossed him onto the sand, I saw his cock and balls through the legs of his shorts. It wasn’t anything important. I’m straight. I thought, “Dumb shit, he knows he’s supposed to wear a jockstrap to this training.”

When I reached down to give him a hand up, his grip was strong, and as he leaped to his feet, I realized he was in excellent physical shape. Broad shoulders. Big chest–his T-shirt clung to him like cellophane. Slim waist. And his shorts showed off hard, muscular legs. A good soldier.

And he wanted to know his score for the day. I looked up from my clipboard. “Scores will be posted on Monday.”

His face fell, and although I had turned away eager beavers 1,000 times before, suddenly I didn’t want to give him the brush-off. He turned to walk away, and I heard myself saying, “Oh, what the Hell. Hold on a minute.” He spun back to face me again, a broad grin lighting his brown puppy-eyes. While I ran my finger down the clipboard list looking for his name, a strange electricity tingled in my spine.

I looked up. He had leaned against the wall, relaxed bursa escort (actually a little disprespectful), looking around at the room. I looked down at the clipboard again, suddenly realizing I could barely read it.

–What the fuck is the matter with me? Why am I so confused?–

I glanced up at Cox. A handsome young man. Muscular, well toned thighs. Tight shorts. A big bulge in–

–“Big bulge”?? What the fuck are you thinking?? Are you some sort of queer? Control your thoughts!–

Yeah. His face had well defined cheekbones and open features, Scandinavian descent, maybe. Damn it was hot in that shed. I took my can of Coca-Cola and held it against my cheek. Fuck, it was hot in there. And something worse:

–Jesus Christ, are you getting a hardon??–

Sure enough, my cock was trying to straighten out. I glanced over at Cox. The innocent young jerk looked back at me, almost staring.

–Wait a minute, is he coming on to me?–

I chuckled to myself. No, for all his big build and good looks, this was an apple-pie boy, obviously a straight, not trying to see through my clothes. On the other hand, I glanced down at myself. Shit. Nipples straining at the white cotton of my T-shirt.

I leaned back against the wall, setting the Coke can in a niche as I looked at the clipboard. I stretched as if I were relaxing, actually to open my legs a little to give my cock some room, hoping to reduce the bulge. Bad decision–it gave my hardon more room to expand.

–God, how am I going to get out of this??–

I turned to face the wall, furiously studying my clipboard, trying to hide my crotch.

Then he touched me. Firm hands massaged my shoulders. Cox was no longer leaning against the wall. “You’ve been working too hard, Sarge.” Soothing concern in his voice. I could have droppd him with a single elbow thrust. To this day I don’t know why I didn’t.

–Damn simpleton! He shouldn’t be doing that to a sergeant!–

His hands moved from the fabric of my shirt to the bare skin of the back of my neck. Cool hands. Coarse skin. Hands not afraid of hard work. Yep, farm boy. He gave me goose bumps with every touch. I closed my eyes in pleasure

–Hey, dumb ass! Are you closing your eyes??–

With a start, I straightened my posture and turned around. As I did, my elbow didn’t hit Cox, but it knocked the can of Coke from the niche in the wall. I bent over to pick it up, and before I knew it, Cox had also bent over to reach for it. He was faster than I was, and as I bent down, he grabbed the can, then turned his face up to look into my own. We both froze, staring into each other’s eyes. Damn, his eyes were powerful, strong and brown, deep and hypnotic. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t. The slightest of smiles curled the corner of his mouth. And his face moved closer.

–Ohmigod!–

His lips came forward, and although my mind urged me to pull back, I was numb. Until I felt his lips. Like his hands, they were rough.

–Oh, my God, you’re kissing a MAN!!–

As he kissed me, I trembled. I was thunderstruck. Dumbfounded. Another man’s sun-cracked lips moved caressingly over mine, his tongue dabbing at my lips, and my own tongue slithered out to meet it. The bulge between my legs became a throbbing, demanding force. I reached out and touched Cox’s shoulders.

As we stood, he put his arms around me. Struggling to control myself, I pulled back from the kiss, but Cox painted my face with slow, sensual kisses, licking here and there–my eyelids, my cheekbones, my forehead. Again I surrendered, and once more my mouth connected to the furnace behind his lips. Again I trembled, inhaling the musky smell of a sweaty man. With this kiss our tongues entered a fierce fight in the self-defense pit of our mouths.

When he finally released me, he reached down to grab the hem of my T-shirt, his eyes never leaving my face. My mind continued to protest, but I stood still while he calmly pulled the T-shirt up over my chest, over my head, and off. I sucked in my breath as he pulled my shorts down over my hips.

–Oh, God, wait!! You’re going to get naked for him??–

Too late. My dong swung up to fully aimed artillery as Cox tossed my shorts onto the floor. I heard a roaring in my ears.

–What is happening? What is HAPPENING TO ME??–

The heat in my body was far hotter than the desert sun outside. Completely naked, wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers, I stood before a young soldier who still had his clothes on. My asshole clenched with stress–one word from him would get me at best cashiered from the Service and at worst 20 years in the stockade.

–I’m naked! Fucking naked!! How the hell did I let this happen? This is a goddamned nightmare!–

I clenched my eyes shut, hoping somehow to wake up safe in my bunk in the barracks. Cox’s hands stopped touching me, so I opened my eyes (hoping to find him gone), and my jaw dropped malatya escort when I saw him standing bare-ass naked before me, an 18-year-old, Army-hardened sculpture. He’d even kicked off his shoes.

What a sight. Big pecs. Big, brown nipples. Six-pack belly. Innie belly-button. And yeah, his cock. It twitched proudly, its uncut head begging to be released. He looked at me with a strange expression. Waiting.

–Jesus Christ, what is he waiting for? He’s staring at me, telling me the ball is in my court. What does he want?–

And suddenly I knew.

–The bastard thinks I’m going to suck his cock? SUCK HIS COCK?? The little shit, I’m over twice his age, and I’m a goddamned Army SERGEANT!!–

But that roaring in my ears grew louder, and when I glanced down at myself, I saw a long, silvery string of pre-cum actually drooling all the way from my cockhead to the floor! I was horny. Damned horny. And he had seen it. And he knew.

–NO! No way in Hell! No way am I going to suck … that … cock!!–

But on fire with lust, drunk like never before, against my own will I slid to my knees. I had seen hundreds if not thousands of naked men in my Army career, and NEVER before did I feel such an intoxicating hunger rushing through me. Numb, like a robot, I saw my hand reach out and softly explore the fold of skin at the tip of Cox’s dong. His foreksin. Fascinating. I don’t have one.

He had a big cock. A good 9 inches. I knew what to do with it. I grasped it and slid the foreskin back to release the big head, and the sight drove me crazy: a big, purplish knob slick with his pre-cum. The black hole in the middle stared into me, hypnotizing me like a demon. Cox let out a soft grunt. He liked it, and that encouraged me. I gripped the big shaft.

–God, I can’t touch my fingers around it!–

And then I knew what to do. What I HAD to do. What I wanted to do.

I opened my mouth, rounding it into a big ‘O’ around the slimy head and sliding down the shaft. I knew about cocksuckers, they were fucked in the mouth, and I waited for him to start ramming into me. But he didn’t. I rolled my head back and looked up, never ceasing to suck.

He smiled down at me, growling faintly in his chest, and I went back to work. I swirled my tongue around his cock, reveling in the taste, and the big soldier’s manhood in my mouth stoked fires deep inside me. I had a power over this young body–he twitched as I drew his foreskin back and forth, he writhed and groaned when I licked the sensitive head, and each time I gargled it down my throat, he gripped my head and thrust his hips at me.

–This is fabulous. Sucking cock is a motherfucker of a turn-on! Who knew!–

So lost was I in the glory of discovering the terrible stimulation of cocksucking, I was surprised when he pulled back, sliding it out of me. Taking it away from me. But then he pushed me forward onto my hands and knees and moved behind me.

–What’s going on? Oh, yeah, I know. Horny young men! He wants to fuck me. FUCK ME?? Wait a fucking minute! Okay, I’m hot, and okay, I’ll suck his cock, but no way is he gonna stick that big thing in me!!–

The hot young bastard had blindsided me. I was on my hands and knees, and his big, slimy cockhead was nudging at my asshole.

I thought about a leg-strike, and then I could roll over and pummel him in the face–but before I could, the big ramrod punched against my pucker, swelling it out and bigger until the head popped through, driving a scream from me!

–Keerist, that hurts! Oh, my god, he’s going to split me in half!–

Then he stopped!

He had entered me swiftly, invading me before I could resist, but once inside, he held himself still! It hurt so bad, I froze, too–and to my great relief, the pain slowly faded. I was surprised.

–God, am I glad he stopped!–

About the time I decided it didn’t hurt any more, he gave another lunge, and again I gasped in pain. But he was in a couple more inches. Again he stopped, and again I crouched quietly, waiting for the pain to subside. This lunge-wait, lung-wait routine went on for several minutes. When I realized his cock had drilled into me almost all the way, I gulped.

–Damn, I would’ve died if he hadn’t gone slow…hey, he really knows how to do this!–

I was stunned.

–He knew I was in pain. He’s breaking me in! Damn, he’s just a kid…but a Master Fucker!–

The pain had lessened to the point that I decided to give him a better angle, and I sank to my elbows, aiming my asshole at him more openly. Again with the stabs, again with the pains, but gradually, gradually, gradually, they hurt less, and finally, with one big lunge, he thrust into me completely, and his wiry cockhairs ground into my ass.

He paused only a moment, then slowly and sensually he pulled his cock back out in one smooth movement. I was astonished!

–Ohhhhh, myyyyyyy Goddddddddd! Fabulous! That feels fabulous!! God, çanakkale escort who knew?? Fucking is delicious!!–

I really was delirious. Always thought males were not designed to be fucked in the ass, and the sensation could not be pleasant. I thought queers let men fuck them because of an overpowering urge to be feminine. Damn, was I wrong! I was thunderstruck! I had no fucking idea!

Once over the pain of Cox’s dong stretching my ass, his slowly sliding cock spread intense, never-ending, delirious sensations through me! It was like he was playing my asshole like a violin with his cock as the bow. Better said, he was setting me on fire, starting at my asshole! I let out a long, low, ecstatic moan.

After every full outstroke, just his bulbous cockhead locked inside, Cox sank himself back in slowly to the hilt, and the more lust-drunk I got, the more I let my arms collapse until my head was flat on the floor, but I was still on my knees to give him maximum access.

His thick, pulsating cock–which I was rapidly coming to worship–thrilled the walls of my guts, and when his hands gripped my hips so powerfully it hurt, I didn’t care about the pain. I craved him to do anything he wanted to me.

I sweat like a pig, my face and hair mopping the floor, and I clawed at the dirt in helpless lust. I wanted to suck his cock again, to suck anything! God, it was wonderful! I wanted this feeling for the rest of my life! In brief flickers when I could drag my attention away from the ecstasy in my asshole, I realized pre-cum was running out of my cock in a constant stream, a river of sticky wet muddying the shed floor.

Then, in an inspiration, Cox rolled me over onto my back, raised my legs, and pushed them back against my chest. With my asshole fully exposed to him (and aching to feel his penetration again), that magnificent cock sank into me once more in one mighty lunge, from completely outside, busting through my backdoor and into my guts, up to his balls in a wonderful, mind-blowing thrust.

Out of my mind, I stiffened, arching my back, spreading my legs even wider, rolling my eyes up in my head, my mouth open, “Gaaaaaaaaaa!” I was in ecstasy.

Cox gave in to his own desires, and every thrust rammed pitilessly full-length through my tight walls, and as the tireless thrusts went on, scorching sensations built in every nerve in my body. I heard myself, as if from far away, calling, grunting hoarsely, begging him to fuck harder, deeper, “TAKE ME! FUCK ME!! RAM THAT COCK INTO ME, YOU SONOFABITCH!”

And as my begging grew to a scream, an atomic bomb went off in my groin, spreading a white-hot fireball throughout my body. Then the shockwave of the greatest, most motherfucking orgasm of my life roared across me, destroying everything about me, crashing over every wall ever built in my mind, turning my cock into a white-hot tower of flame. I went insane. My whole body was on fire, every cell in screaming, glorious orgasm, and at the peak, molten lava splattered all over my chest and face.

–Oh, God, I’m cumming! Cumming all over myself, and nothing is touching my cock!! Oh, god, oh, god, I got a climax from being fucked in the ass!–

Cox himself finally got his gun, and he claimed me and my grateful, worshipping asshole with his hot seed. I proved something else I thought was just a porn legend–I FELT IT! His jism-spurts were powerful surges of heat gouging up into my guts! Again I went crazy. Another orgasm took control of me.

–Multiple orgasms! God, I never thought it was possible!–

When his thrusts finally slowed down and stopped, I was still in glory. Never! Never in my whole fucking life! Never did I have such orgasms. I was out of my fucking mind with ecstasy for what had to have been almost five whole minutes!

Helpless. Lying there glowing with joy. Abso-fucking-lutely out of my mind. I treasured the feel of his cock in my ass. I loved it. I wanted to live spitted on that great rod for the rest of my life.

But it wasn’t to be, of course–he grew softer, and finally it slopped out with a gurgling, farting sound, and big drools of cum ran out of my ass. I wanted that big thing back in me. I lay there glowing hot, as relaxed, happy, and physically drained as I had ever been. I was in a daze.

I don’t know how much time went by. Somehow I was on my feet again, and Cox was no longer naked. I felt him sliding my shorts up over my legs and up to my waist, pulling my T-shirt over my head, and straightening my uniform. Like staggering drunk, I stood wavering until I finally fell back against the wall.

–God, I feel like a schoolgirl who just lost her cherry. Dreamy-eyed. Dizzy. In love.–

Cox brought his face close to mine and kissed me again. I kissed him back eagerly, and I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him close. “God, that was great,” I whispered in his ear. “Fuck me again. Please.”

He looked into my eyes. “No problemo, Sarge. I’ll be in touch.” With that, he gave me a wicked smile then walked out of the shed, all rippling muscles and arrogant swagger. The sonofabitch. He knew all the time.

–He got you, you know. He fucked you in the ass, and you begged for it. You’re his.–

Yeah, I said to myself. Yeah, and that’s just fine. My life had taken an About-Face. Maybe weekends wouldn’t be so solitary.

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Driving back to base, a thought flashed into Joseph’s mind. He pulled to the side of the road and punched in William Barns home phone number. A female voice answered and said, “Hello?”

“Hi, is this the home of William Barns?” Joseph asked, and when the party on the line confirmed it, he asked if Bill was at home.

“Yes he is, but he is rather busy right now. May I ask who is calling?”

“Please, just tell Bill that Joseph is calling from a cell phone and that it is rather important that I speak with him.”

Joseph heard the woman call out “Bill-someone called Joseph-calling from a cell for you.” “Joseph! Anything wrong?” Bill asked breathlessly.

“No, nothing really wrong-I just had this feeling that I should call in and tell you about something that happened this evening when I got to the Muhammad house. When I arrived, only the girl was home.”

“Well a nice, quiet evening at home together,” Barns said leeringly, “bet you were thrilled.”

“As a matter of fact, I was, and things were going along as you would expect,” Joseph said. “However, when I asked where her parents were, Kassie said that Fazzi and Mary were at a meeting of the ‘Justice for the Middle East Committee’. It was some sort of executive meeting and Fazzi, as an officer in the organization, was required to attend. At the time, it just did not seem important or unusual. Later, we were interrupted by a phone call telling me to get back to the base ASAP as the base was on alert. Just now, while driving back, suddenly a thought came into my mind. Knowing Arab culture, and Mary in particular, it now strikes me as rather unusual that she would be invited to a meeting of the executives. While it is not unheard of for women to hold positions of importance, it was just a bit out of the ordinary. I thought it might be important-so I figured I’d better contact you.”

“Joseph, can you stay where you are and on the line? I need to go into my den. Give me time to fire-up my computer. I’ll be able to access my office files from there and look up that organization. Don’t move from there. We have a clear connection and I don’t want to loose you.” he said, and started leave.

Joseph screamed, “Hey Bill I can’t wait! I have to get back to the base!”

“Fuck the base! This just may be important. I’ll cover for you with the base. Just don’t move until I check this out. And that’s a direct order coming from the FBI. I’ll get back to you right away!” Barns yelled.

Joseph was used to taking orders, so he sat there with the phone to his ear-feeling rather foolish-and waited. He waited twenty minutes ’til he heard the voice on the phone again. “Yes?” he asked, “what do you have for me? Give it to me quick. I told the base I would be back in two hours and I’m going to be late.”

“First of all, relax. I will call your Commanding Officer. The alert is most likely just a practice drill. If it were anything serious-I would have known about it. I’ll tell him you are working for ‘Homeland Security’, and that you will be back as soon as I let you go. He’ll approve anything I order him to, so you just listen to what I have to tell you-then decide what you want to do.”

“Sure, whatever you say Bill. I just don’t want to wind up with a Court-Martial or even a week of K.P. Who the hell do I take my orders from?”

“Look, anything having to do with Homeland Security-I’m your boss and my orders supersede any army orders. The only person who can countermand my orders would be my District Chief. I think I can trust you to know the difference between an army order and an FBI order? As long as you do your job, I will back you up to the hilt,” he said, and continued, “anyway, I looked up that organization, and it is a cover operation that raises money for ‘Hamas’. Are you sure Kassie told you he was an officer? -Because his name is not listed.”

“That’s what she said,” he assured Bill, “but she might have just assumed that her father would be an officer in any group in which he had a membership.”

“Can you get back there tonight and get me more information?”

After thinking about going back for a while, Joseph told him, “I could go back now, but I don’t think it’s wise to do. If I came running back right now, with my base on alert, they might think that was weird, especially, if I started to ask questions about that committee business.”

“Bingo! adana escort Anyone ever tell you that you have a nose for this type of work?” the FBI agent said, “you’re right, this may have been a slip or it might even be a way of testing you. You have to play it like you are not interested in Fazzi’s meeting. I’m sure you can figure a way of getting more information on the organization in the future. Just play it cool and be careful. This could be the break we need to get ‘goods’ on them. Our government has finally recognized ‘Hamas’ as a terrorist organization. Wait a second. You know, I never asked you if you were circumcised.”

“I’m not circumcised. Why do you ask?” Joseph answered; trying to figure out what Bill could be getting at.

“I’m glad you’re not. If you were, they might think you were a Moslem or an Israeli spy. That just may be one of the reasons they might want you to ‘bed’ either Kassie or Fazzi. “

“Well, you can stop worrying about that Bill,” the soldier said quietly. “They both know I have not been skinned.”

“I won’t ask you how they know,” Bill laughed, “but I could guess. Get back to the base. I’ll see you Sunday. Have a good weekend.”

Joseph turned on the radar detector and drove at a good clip back to the base, making record time. He pulled the car into the school parking lot and made his way to the Company Headquarters. Soldiers in field dress were scurrying here and there loading up trucks with all kinds of gear. He reported in to the company clerk.

“You’re twenty minutes late. I hope that girl was worth it, because this is going to cost you! Where the fuck was you?” Williams demanded to know.

“Didn’t a Mr. Barns contact you? He said he was going to talk to the C.O. about this,” Joseph said, just as the C.O. came out of his office.

“Corporal Williams, I’m sorry I forgot to tell you, Benson was on special duty for me,” the C.O. said, and then told Joseph to join-up with his unit in the barracks.

Joseph ran to his quarters and found Ibrahim packing his gear. “Glad you made it back buddy,” his roommate said, as he continued to pack his duffel bag. “Get packed. We are moving out.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. All we were told was to pack our field stuff as if we were going out on field maneuvers,” he said. “We were told to pack for a week in the field. What with the weekend coming up everyone is pissed off. Where the hell were you?”

“On overnight with Kassie in Paterson,” he said, “we got caught at a most inappropriate time, damn it. Her family had left for the evening and we had the house to ourselves.”

“Oh!” he laughed, “got caught with your pants down? I still hope you know what you are doing, Joseph.”

“It’s gone beyond playing games, Ibrahim. We are talking about a future together,” Joseph said, and then asked Ibrahim, “If I should need a Best Man would you like to take the job?”

“You don’t know what you’re getting into, buddy. Are you aware that you might have to convert to Islam? And are you sure you want to go through with that? You would have to be circumcised!”

“I’m not so sure about having my cock cut,” the soldier said as he packed his field kit. “Her mother was Christian, and we might get hitched in an army chapel. We have not even discussed that part yet-but as much as I hate the thought-if it comes down to that-hell, with the size of my cock, I think I can spare a bit of foreskin for her. Besides, there is still plenty of time to think about that.”

“Well you better start to think about it. No Muslim father is going to permit his daughter to marry a Christian. We don’t like losing any of our people to you infidels. Then there is also the matter regarding the restrictions on not eating pork,” Ibrahim jested, “who will I give my bacon to…to say nothing about those pork chops you love so dearly!” “Now you Muslims have gone too far,” he jested, “much too far. There, I have my gear all packed-what now?”

“The usual!” Ibrahim said. “We wait.”

They sat around until a little after midnight. Then the “Stand Down” command was heard over the school ‘Bitch Box’: “Stand down. The alert is canceled. Resume regular duties.”

A loud chorus of moans, groans and curses could be heard. Typical army shit-hurry up and wait.

“What are you going to do now-go back to Paterson?” Joseph’s roommate asked.

“No, I think it’s too late for that,” he said; “besides I need a good night’s sleep. I’ll just call her and tell her I’ll see her Monday night.”

“Not going there over the weekend?” asked Ibrahim.

“No, I have something to do for Kassie’s father on Long Island this weekend. She knows all about it,” Joseph told him. “I’m going outside to give her a ‘good night’ call before going to bed.”

“Hey you don’t have to do that-I would love to hear how you make love to her in Arabic,” Ibrahim said, as he dodged a pillow thrown at him by Joseph while he left the room. “Come back soon. It’s unusual eskişehir escort having you sleep here, and it will give us a chance to catch up on things.”

Walking outside, the soldier found a secluded spot and called Kassie. He told her the alert had been just a drill, and that he would see her Monday night. She said that since she had the weekend free, she and her mother had decided to visit relatives in the Dearborn area of Michigan. They would not be back ’til late Monday evening. He wished her a safe trip. Then, sounding very disappointed, he told her that he would miss her. “Please tell Fazzi that I hope to have good news for him about my meeting with Mr. Worthington by Sunday evening.

“Maybe you would like to stop off here on your way back from Long Island?” she asked. “It would break up your trip. Perhaps you could also pick up the laundry you left. The maid says that she washed and ironed your uniforms and they are waiting for you.”

“Oh yes, I forgot about that,” he said. “Please thank her for me. I don’t need them now, so I will pick it up next time I see you. I’ll miss you, ‘habibi’. I’m sorry about tonight. Perhaps next time I shouldn’t answer the phone!”

“I love you, ‘habibi’, and I really wanted you tonight, but the army comes first. Coming from a military family I understand, truly I do,” she cooed. “Maybe next time. ‘Til Tuesday then.”

Joseph went back to his room and found his roommate stretched out on the cot, still dressed in his field uniform, sound asleep. Joseph undressed, crawled into his bed and got a good night’s sleep.

Saturday, after inspection, he drove the car into New York City to pick up Richard. It was the first time he had driven in a city of that size. At first he was a bit scared. The drive through the tunnel was unnerving, but once he got that under his belt, he was able to find his way about Manhattan. He had studied the city maps, and after a few bad turns, he finally made it downtown to Richard’s apartment. He found a place to park within view of the front door and called Richard on the cell phone. “Hey babe, I’ll be up in a few minutes. Are you packed and ready to go?” Joseph asked.

“Yes!” answered an excited Richard: “I’ve been ready and waiting for a half hour. We can leave as soon as you get here. That is, unless you have another plan in mind, babe. It seems like years since we have seen each other. I’m so horny for you, that I’ve been sitting here thinking about raping you the moment you walk in the door!”

“You’re going to have to hold that thought until we are in bed tonight, lover. You know how I hate to fuck and run. And we are going to have to run if we are going to catch the train,” Joseph lied-laughing to himself-“besides, I want to make love to you under your parents’ roof. It’s a real turn on knowing they will be in the same house.”

“That’s all well and good, but I just hope I can hold out that long!” Richard screamed into the phone. “Just get your ass up here fast!”

Joseph closed his cell, got out of the car and opened the trunk and removed his small overnight bag-which he carried into the apartment building. Using the key that Richard had given him, he entered the lobby, found and rode the elevator up to Richard’s floor. He opened the door to the apartment and there was Richard, waiting for him. The two lovers embraced each other and kissed.

“I’ve missed you so much, lov,” Richard said, as his hands slipped down to Joseph’s ass-his hard erection grinding against the soldier’s groin. “You sure you don’t want to forget about going out to the Island tonight? We could stay here tonight and catch the first train in the morning. I’ll call dad and he will understand.”

“No Rich, as much as I’ve missed you, and want you right now, there are reasons that we have to leave now. For one, you know your family must have prepared supper for us, and that they will be very disappointed if we don’t show up tonight,” Joseph said. “As for the other reasons-I will explain them to you while we are on the way. Just hold that horniness ’til later, my love. I promise you won’t be sorry.”

“Spoil sport,” the dejected lover said, as both he and Joseph picked up their travel kits and together they made their way to the elevator. “Man, do I have a lot to tell you too.” Riding down in the elevator, Rich told Joseph that he had got the ‘underwear’ job he had told him about. “The money is enough to pay for my acting school, full-time. Also, remember that small part, the one I told you I was auditioning for? My agent said I’m a shoo-in.”

“Fantastic! I’m really glad for you. No more tables to wait on,” Joseph grinned.

“Well, like they say, maybe I should not give up my day job just yet,” said Richard, as they left the elevator and went out on to the street, “but at least I don’t have to wait tables on the weekends.”

As Joseph started to walk in the direction of his car, Richard grabbed his arm and said, “Hey, haven’t you sakarya escort learned where the subway is by now? It’s the other way.” “I know, but I just wanted to take a look at that car parked across the street-that white convertible BMW.”

“Yeah, that’s real kool,” said Richard, as the two of them approached and circled the car. “Someday, when I’m a big star on Broadway, I’m going to get my hands on one of these babies. Then I’ll be able to take you home or on a date in real style.”

“That someday is now. It’s mine-all mine,” said Joseph, to his shocked companion, as he opened the trunk. “Put your stuff in the trunk with mine, and we will drive out to see your folks in style. In fact I’ll even let you drive it. Along the way I will fill you in and bring you up to date. Do you think you can handle this ‘junky’?” “You bet your sweet ass I can. Dad lets me drive his BMW and that’s a stick shift-this should be a piece of cake. How did you ever manage to get this ‘jalopy’? The government isn’t spending my hard earned tax money giving you soldiers BMWs, are they?” “Nope, it wasn’t given to me by our government. A government to which, if I recall right, you don’t report some of your hard earned cash,” Joseph jested. After loading their luggage, he handed Richard the car keys and got into the passenger seat. “Here, you get behind the wheel. Let me show you where everything is and how to start this baby up.” Richard listened, started the car up, put it in drive, and they started off to the Island. Joseph told Rich how he got the car, and filled him in on what had happened since they had last seen each other. He told him everything-including the parts about Fazzi and Kassie. “I’m telling you all this, because I want you to hear this from me, and I don’t want to hold anything back from you. I don’t want there to be any secrets or hidden stuff. I love you and trust you and there will be nothing secret between us. Anytime you feel that it’s getting to be too much for you, let me know, and I’ll try to pull out.”

“Joseph, you know I didn’t want you doing any of this crap in the first place. But, I also know that it has to be done, and that you are probably the only one able to do this. Really, I may bitch and complain, but I’m proud of you. I did a lot of thinking about this, and I must admit, that in the beginning, I was ready to kill you. But then I kept telling myself-over and over-that you are doing this for us, for you, for the fucking country and for me. You I can fight, but I can’t fight the entire country, can I?”

“Tomorrow, my FBI control man will be at your parents’ house. He will talk to all of us: you, your parents, and me. I already asked your dad to meet with him and your father has agreed. Tonight, I’m going to tell your mom and dad the whole story. If after they hear me out, they agree to work with me, I will continue this-otherwise I will tell Bill that I want out. I’ll quit and go back to being an army translator. I don’t care which way this turns out, as long as I have you and your family alongside me in the future,” Joseph said, as he leaned his head against Richard’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“Watch that babe. I don’t want to smash up your new car. You have a way of getting me excited at the most inopportune times,” Richard said, as his fingers grasped the wheel to keep the car under control.

The rest of the trip, Joseph filled him in on who Agent Barns was, and explained more or less how his family would fit into the complicated plan. He had planned to tell the entire family together, but the soldier thought it would be better to at least get Rich ‘on board’ first. This way, both of them would present a united front. Joseph slipped a CD into the slot, and for the rest of the trip they heard music from the expensive sound system in the car.

Richard’s eyes spied the ‘black box’ hooked up to the sun visor. “Hey is that a radar detector up there?” he asked.

“Yes and no,” Joseph said. “It is a bug scanner and radar detector rolled up into one instrument. I need it to make sure that no one is listening to what’s going on or has planted a tracking device. Agent Barns thought it would be better to be safe than sorry. I’ll show you how it works later.”

The drive lasted about two hours. When they were about 30 minutes from the house, Richard told Joseph to call and let his parents know that they were on their way and would be there soon. He wanted them to know so that they would not go to the station to meet them. “Just tell them we have arranged other transportation and don’t need to be picked up,” said Richard.

Twenty minutes later, they appeared at the gate of the Worthington estate. Using the gate intercom, they were let in and drove up to the front door. Both of Richard’s parents were waiting with opened mouths. As they stepped out, Rich’s father, seeing his son get out from behind the wheel, said aghast, “Well, if I had known that modeling underwear was going to pay so well-I would have done that myself years ago. I would have been saved from all the ups and downs of the market.”

“Sorry dad but it’s not mine-it belongs to Joseph, and he did not steal it either,” he joked. “He will explain it all to the both of you in due time.”

“From what Joseph tells me, we all have an interesting weekend in store for us,” Richard senior said.

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Every man should have a fuck buddy and mine is a fucking beauty. Betty is forty-two with wavy black hair. A little on the chubby side and with a fashion sense that would have made her grandma proud. Never the less she looked alright, most people would have thought of her as being pretty not a glamor but pretty enough. Her best features are her massive tits which, while having lost their perkiness just there sheer size made you want to bury your face in them and go bhurrrrr.

Oh and did I mention she was the filthiest piece of shit whore I’d ever come across? I’d picked her up one night a couple of years ago and we’d been fucking ever since.

She was dirty the first night I fucked her. Letting me do her in the ass without lube up against the car park wall, and was now letting me do anything I wanted to her.

The way Betty liked to be fucked most woman would have considered being raped. She liked to be taken not made love to. She wanted to be held down, her clothes ripped from her body and fucked hard. She liked being choked and slapped. Spitting on her drove her wild. You couldn’t be too rough with this chick, it was anything goes. She only had one rule; don’t do anything that she’d have to go to the hospital for. As she would say “it’s too hard to explain.” Her favorite thing was being humiliated and degraded. She wanted to be treated like a piece of meat not as a person, it drove her wild.

I’d been over at her place one night and we’d gotten stoned before I fucked her brains out. She crashed on the bed to stoned to move I guessed. Me, well I had the munchies so after I’d found something to eat I parked myself on the couch to watch some TV and give myself some time to straighten up before I headed home.

There was nothing on TV so I started rummaging through her videos to find something worth watching. It turns out gaziantep escort she was a sci-fi geek and the only thing I could find that didn’t sound like star trak was a video with the word daddy on it.

What was in the video blew me away, I knew this girl was into anything but the video just blew my mind.

It was her I’m guessing about ten years ago strung up in a room with about ten guys who were taking turns beating the shit out of her and fucking her. By beating the shit out of her I mean that’s exactly what they were doing. They had whips, belts, ropes, paddles and anything else they could use as a weapon and where just beating her mercilessly with them.

She was screaming, crying and begging them to stop but they just laughed and kept beating on her.

When they got sick of beating her they’d start fucking her for a while till they got bored with that and went back to beating her.

I couldn’t imagine fucking her in a more degrading way than what I’d been doing, boy was I wrong.

One part that really sticks in my head was one of the guy’s sticking his cock deep into her ass, then with one swift action he buries his fist in her ass along with his cock. You could actually see him jerking his cock off inside her asshole. I’d never seen anything like it before in my life.

By the time the video had finished my cock was rock solid again. I went into the bedroom to find her sitting up in bed fingering herself. She’d woken while I was watching the video and as she explained later was doing herself to the sounds she could hear herself making on the video.

I suppose I couldn’t have explained how dirty a whore she was any better than that. She’d made herself cum to the sounds of her getting beaten. I grabbed her by the hair and spun her around so she konya escort was on all fours and grabbed my belt from the floor besides me. I folded the belt in half and started beating her. I was hitting her across the ass, not flat out but hard enough for her to know about it.

She hadn’t flinch, just dropped her head down onto the bed to lift her ass up higher into the air. I had her count the blows as they landed. By the time I’d gotten to thirty I was hitting her as hard as I could and she still wasn’t flinching.

I stopped at fifty with her ass so read it looked like a tomato. Bruises had started to form and turn slightly purple. The bit that freaked me out was looking down at her cunt only to see it almost reflecting the light, it was that fucking wet.

I couldn’t fucking believe it. What was I thinking, if listening to herself get beaten got her horny why was I surprised that actually getting beaten would make her wet.

I rubbed my hand on her pussy to lube it up, because that fist was going straight up her ass. One finger turned into three fingers and within a couple of minutes my fist was in her ass and I was driving it home like there was no tomorrow. She started moaning and thrusting her hips back to the rhythm, her breathing becoming sallower and sallower with every thrust as she got closer to orgasm.

I have to admit that when she came it was amazing. She squeezed so hard that my fist felt like it was about to get crushed, she started trembling uncontrollably before collapsing flat on the bed dragging my fist and me along with it down with her.

I gave her a couple of seconds to recover before I dragged her back up onto her knees and started to work my fist around her ass again. My cock was so hard it could have bitten threw steel.

I got up onto kayseri escort the bed so I was almost hovering over her and pressed my cock against her asshole. With one push it slid straight into her ass along side my fist. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started jerking off inside her asshole.

Man did I whack off hard, I only lasted a couple of minutes before I blew my load deep in her ass but it was long enough for her to come again not as violently as the first time but it still felt great when she squeezed.

We both collapsed for a couple of minutes to catch our breath and when I had, I asked her about the video.

She was reluctant at first to talk about it but after a couple of slaps across the face she started talking.

It turns out she left home when she was eighteen after getting into some trouble. She started doing speed and quickly moved on to selling it to supports herself. When a deal went bad and one of the junkies she was dealing to ripped her off meant she couldn’t pay the bikers she’d bought it off. When she couldn’t pay they beat the shit out of her before raping her. They gave her another week to come up with the cash and when she couldn’t her only option was to do a deal with the bikers.

When all you’ve got to deal with is your big tits and ass you don’t exactly have the whip hand in negotiation.

One of the bikers covered her debt and her ass now belonged to him. She was passed around from biker to biker and always treated like a piece of meat.

After a while you get used to things and they become normal she told me. She was fucked, beaten, humiliated and degraded almost on a daily basis from the age of eighteen till she was thirty five. She was discarded by them when the biker that bought her got locked up in jail. The video was shot a couple of days before he got locked up and was meant as is last hooray. Apparently they went to a secluded farm house and spent a week in a wild drug fueled orgy with her and five other sluts and approximately fifty or so smelly bikers. The video I saw was only a small part of what happened that week. There are more videos which she has and I can’t wait to see them.

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***

I went in to work early, and I came and went sporadically, but never being gone from the factory more than 30 minutes. My shift bosses had to be totally confused. Every time I walked out, looking like I was calling it quits, I’d stroll back in a few minutes later. I’d leave from the delivery exit and come back in through the main entryway. I’d head out through one of our fire exits (I could deactivate them) and come back inside through another.

The VP for Operations finally just kicked me out of the place with a smile. “Get your ass out of here and get some rest.”

“I will. I promise—one more thing to do.” I pulled out a stopwatch and yanked the fire alarm.

The VP shook his head; I smiled.

Fire drill. I wasn’t going to leave anything to chance.

It was 4:30pm when I left work. I drove around for about an hour, and when I was sure the VP had gone home for the evening, I went back to the factory.

***

I rolled home late; it was after midnight, and I staved off sheer exhaustion with a Coke. On the way, I thought about Misha. She was always going to be with me. I wondered if the same was true for her.

I spent more time thinking about Katy and Amy, us living together and being together. The more I thought about it, the more I grew concerned. This, I thought, could get out of control.

Nobody was awake when I stepped into the apartment. I washed up, walked over, and quietly opened Katy’s door. The blinds were closed, and it was pitch black in there.

“Katy?” I whispered.

I heard her move in the bed, sit up, maybe. “Are you here for my body, Michael?”

“I…No, I wanted to talk.”

“Talk dirty?”

“No…”

“I’m just kidding, Michael. Go ahead; I’m up.”

“It’s about Amy and, well…,” I couldn’t see shit. “Katy, do you care if I turn on the light?”

“Please don’t,” she said, “What we’re you saying?”

“Yeah, uh, I wanted to talk to you about the three of us, especially Amy.”

She didn’t respond.

I went on. “I’m worried. I don’t want anything we are doing to make Amy feel bad, you know? She keeps getting better and better, and I’d hate myself if something we were doing started to hurt her or make things worse. I love her.”

Still, she didn’t say anything.

I continued. “And I don’t want anything to hurt our relationship, Katy. I love you, too. If anything were to fuck that up, it’d be terrible to me. These weeks together have been…shit, the happiest I’ve been in years. You are two of the smartest, funniest, and most exciting and beautiful women I’ve ever known. I feel so lucky to have you both here.”

She said, “You’re in love with us? Both?”

That was tricky to answer. I didn’t want to hurt Katy’s feelings. “I love both of you, yes, but it’s…it’s not a ‘let’s get married’ thing. It’s…I’d do anything for you. I’m always, always going to be there for both of you. I’m…I don’t know…like your ally and your shield and your sword. Shit, I care about your happiness more than I do about my own. So, yes, I love you and Amy.”

“Michael, that’s…that’s one of the nicest things I’ve ever heard.”

“I couldn’t stand to ruin it, Katy—for either of you. I’d hate myself if I lost one of you—or both.”

Silence.

“And it’s probably terrible to say at a moment like this, but I don’t give a shit. I am so attracted to the two of you. Fuck me. I see you walking around in my apartment, and I can barely control myself. I want to fuck your brains out.”

My eyes were beginning to adjust, and I saw Katy’s silhouette slide off the bed, stand up and walk over to me.

She was nude. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she kissed me.

Her lips were sex, melting sex. Soft and yielding, it wasn’t until she pulled back when I realized that she tasted like pussy. She said, “Amy?”

Then, the lamp came on. Amy’s hand drew back from it. She was topless in Katy’s bed.

Katy shifted over to my side and looked back at Amy. “He is very, very sweet, isn’t he?”

“He is,” Amy said, smiling.

“Is he going to lose us? What do you think, Amy?”

“No.”

Katy said, “I don’t think so, either.” She turned to me, “You’re safe, Michael. We love you, too, don’t we?”

“We do,” Amy answered. She slipped out of bed and came over to me. She kissed my cheek, and then, my lips. She tasted like pussy, too. Amy turned my face into the light. “You look tired, Mike.”

“Tired, but happy now. Haven’t slept much.”

“Poor baby,” Katy offered.

“Let us take care of you, Mike.” Amy led me to the bed. Katy took off my trousers and socks. Amy took off my shirt. They both removed my boxers. Each took an arm and laid me in Katy’s bed, Amy on my right, Katy on my left.

Amy shut off the light, and then their hands were all over me, feeling, massaging, kneading. I felt lips and tongues everywhere. I closed my eyes.

It all stopped when Amy asked, “What should we do, Katy?”

“Let’s suck bursa escort his dick and then we can let him sleep.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll want these balls; you take that cock,” Katy said.

“I get his cum, then?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Katy struck first. She lifted my balls, and soon, I felt my entire sack encased in warm wetness. Fuck, her mouth was huge. Her tongue began to massage it, and my body just seeped into relaxation.

Amy’s lips clasped the head of my cock and descended. Her mouth was feverishly hot and sloppy wet, as if she’d been drooling in anticipation of sucking my dick. I heard her slurp as she drew up, and I felt a bead of saliva stream down towards Katy’s lips.

I didn’t think it was possible to feel so completely at ease and satisfied. A tinging warmth spread through me, and I felt like my body was, very slowly, sinking deeper into the mattress.

It’s impossible to overstate my surprise at how gently and soothingly Katy operated on that very sensitive part of me. I had no idea such a thing felt so good. Katy could make me cum, strictly from what she was doing to my balls. I knew how, when I had my cock buried in a pussy, it felt like home, like this is the place it’s supposed to be. I never felt anything like that about my sack. It was just there. I knew differently, now. My balls had a home, too—completely inside Katy’s mouth.

Amy’s blowjob was slow and wet. It felt like I was being slowly ridden by a sopping pussy. She rode my cock with her lips.

These sensations were awe inspiring, but what truly made my orgasm imminent was the orgy of sounds I heard. I heard swallowing and smacking. I heard slurping, sucking, and sloshing. It sounded like my cock was being fed upon by a pair of starving tigresses.

When first I grunted, Katy started to suck hard and relax in rapid cycles, like her lips were pumping my balls for cum. Amy dove deep with her lips and held there, and for the first time, I felt her suction. It reminded me of Misha—strong and unwavering. My balls were being shaken by Katy’s mouth; my cock was being vacuumed by Amy’s.

I grunted again, and my body began to disgorge semen. The ecstasy of it was multiplied by Katy’s efforts. Each spasm was sharper, somehow. Each hit a higher peak. Katy’s rapid-fire suction made me feel like every outpouring of cum was a leaping shot, like it might have went high into the air had Amy not been drawing it all down her throat.

Katy didn’t stop until she saw Amy slowly ease off me. The girls, one on each side, climbed up beside me in bed.

“That was fucking amazing,” I muttered.

Amy drew herself close to me, draping an arm over my tummy. Katy did the same, only laying her arm across my chest. I could feel tits and nipples against me on both sides.

Then, Katy said, “If you wake up for more, you can fuck me, Michael.”

Amy said, “Mmm. Me, too.”

I grew alarmed and opened my eyes. “Wait a second,” I said, “so who am I supposed to fuck first?”

Katy looked across my chest at Amy. “He’s right. We’re putting him in a bad position.”

“Yeah,” Amy acknowledged, “How about whoever is closest?”

Katy pulled her body tight against me. Amy did the same.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered, and the girls started laughing.

***

Sometime in the night, I don’t have any idea when, I woke up. I looked left and saw Katy on her back near the edge of the bed. She had stolen all the sheets and was snoring deeply. I looked right. Amy was next to me on her side, naked ass out and pointed at me.

She had a beautiful waist. Laying on her side accentuated the hourglass shape of her figure. It was irresistible. I reached out and touched her waist, hips, and butt, running my hands all over the sweeping curves.

Amy stirred, and she arched her back, pushing her butt out. I could see the shadow hiding her pussy in the darkness.

I leaned towards her ear and whispered, “Shhh.”

She nodded, and I gently scooted down the bed, listening for Katy’s snores to let me know I hadn’t wakened her. I wanted to taste Amy’s pussy and get it ready for my cock. About half-way down I stopped—my feet got tangled in something.

I grabbed the item and looked—panties. I tossed them to the floor and gazed straight ahead.

Amy’s round booty was inches in front of my face. The urge to kiss it overpowered me. I craned my neck forward and kissed the dark line where those two big spheres met. My hands gripped each cheek and the smooth, firm flesh stirred and excited me. I needed more of this fucking ass.

I pressed my face against it, and quietly as possible, I kissed, licked, and sucked every place my mouth landed. Fuck, it was good. Somehow putting my mouth on Amy’s ass satisfied some deep urge to possess it and completely have it. Others might have said it was nasty, what I was doing, but that made it all the more exciting to me. I didn’t give a fuck. A woman’s body is my playground.

I pried her ass apart, exposing her most hidden place. Letting malatya escort go of her ass cheeks, I repositioned myself slightly, slipping my arms around her body at her hips. I gripped my forearms and hugged Amy’s butt into my face. I pulled her hard into me. I nuzzled between those soft globes until my lips were on her tiny puncture.

I kissed Amy’s asshole, and I kissed everywhere around it. Then, I licked it. I wasn’t thinking about the taste—it wasn’t objectionable, just skin with a hint of perspiration and a touch of pussy—I was thinking about totally owning this fucking ass, every part of it. Something about it set me ablaze with lust.

I was vaguely aware of Amy’s heavy breathing and Katy’s snores. I felt Amy pushing back against me, and to know that I wasn’t the only one really turned on, excited me even more.

I squeezed my face closer, hugging her butt tighter to me, and I pushed my tongue against her asshole. It resisted me. I gathered saliva to the front of my mouth and pushed it through my lips. Then, I slathered it on Amy’s little hole with my tongue. Forcing the tip of my tongue against her, I finally felt it push inside her, perhaps an inch. I grunted and started tongue-fucking her ass.

It was depraved and nasty and fucking awesome. I could feel my cock, already hard, turning from wood to steel. I always feel rigid on the outside, but this felt like my erection was starting somewhere deeper inside my body. If it could have spoken to me, it would have been screaming for a connection with female flesh.

I released Amy’s booty and gently slid up the bed, still attending to those snores from Katy. When I was beside Amy, she turned to me and grinned, panting and nodding. Then, she held up a finger: wait.

She reached to her nightstand and quietly slid open the drawer. Her fingers searched inside for a moment, and then emerged with a small tub of vaseline. I took it from her and whispered, “Can you be quiet?”

She nodded.

I prepared the areas. In short order, I was in position, the tip of my cock against her asshole. I bent up a little so I could watch Amy’s face. Katy was snoring.

“Are you sure?”

She clutched a pillow to her mouth and nodded. I applied pressure. Amy’s mouth gaped and her eyebrows raised and pinched together.

The head of my cock slid inside; her tightness held me. Amy and I were joined together. I heard her muffled whimper through the pillow. I remained in place, allowing her body to adjust and basking in the intimacy of our union.

Two things happened almost simultaneously. First, I felt the light touch of fingers on my shoulder. Second, I realized Katy was no longer snoring. I glanced over my shoulder and Katy was there, wide eyes, leering at what I was doing to her sister.

She mouthed some words. I only caught two of them: “fucking” and “ass.” I nodded, and Katy covered her mouth.

She put a finger to her lips and signaled for me to continue.

“Ready Amy?” I whispered.

She nodded.

I pushed, and the vaseline did it’s job, enabling my cock to inch smoothly inside Amy’s ass. She bit the pillow and moaned.

Meanwhile, I saw Katy tip-toeing around the bed to Amy’s other side. She knelt down beside the bed and reached across the sheets between Amy’s legs.

I took the opportunity to push myself the rest of the way in. I heard Amy cry into the pillow.

Katy looked at me, smiling. Apparently, her fingers were working on Amy, but Amy wasn’t reacting. She must have thought I was reaching around, doing it myself. So, I reached over and under her body and clutched her heavy breasts, watching her face.

Her eyes opened and she drew down the pillow. Katy laughed, rose, and slid into bed beside her sister. Amy said, “Oh, shit. I didn’t know we woke you, Katy, but please keep doing that.”

“Fuck her, Michael.”

I had been holding in place. Now, I drew back, and then plunged forward.

When Amy closed her eyes, I saw Katy lean in closely. As my cock drove inside her, Amy’s mouth yawned open. Katy immediately kissed her, and Amy’s moan went down Katy’s throat.

I watched them kiss and fucked Amy’s ass slowly. They continued to kiss, I could see their tongues lunging and twisting from the little movements of their cheeks. I glanced down and saw Katy’s arm gyrating between Amy’s legs. My cock felt the movement of Katy’s fingers inside her sister’s pussy. As my shaft glided through her asshole, Amy continued moaning into Katy’s mouth. My hands groped and squeezed Amy’s fat tits.

She had Katy’s tongue in her mouth, my hands on her tits, Katy’s fingers in her pussy, and my cock in her ass. Amy’s climax came on rapidly. She cried almost continuously into Katy.

I thrust inside her harder, increasing my tempo and pushing as deeply as I could. Now, Amy was hollering and Katy’s lips couldn’t quite contain the sound.

My own climax suddenly hit. I pinched my eyes shut, clutched Amy’s tits, and seized her nape with my lips, grunting. Cum surged çanakkale escort through my cock and filled Amy. I drew her body as close to mine as possible as the last contractions fired, and then my muscles relaxed completely.

Katy broke the kiss. “Oh, shit, you just came in my mouth, Amy. Fuck, that was hot.”

Amy was wheezing and nodding.

“Did he cum in your butt?”

“Yes,” Amy gasped, swallowing.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

Katy almost looked like she was panting, but not with exhaustion, with excitement. “Fuck, that is so crazy! Amy, tell me you liked it. I want to hear the words.”

Amy took a gulp of air and moaned, “I liked it when Mike fucked my ass.”

“Is he still inside you?”

Amy nodded.

“Let me see.”

Katy sat up and crawled over us. Amy and I had to move together. She rolled toward, but not quite on, her stomach. I rolled with her.

Katy pulled Amy’s ass apart and said, “Holy fuck, look at that cock.” She glanced up at me and said, “Pull it out, Michael. Slowly.”

I drew it out. When the head slipped out, Amy moaned.

Katy muttered, “Oh, shit, there’s the cum.”

I sat up and took a peek. Amy’s ass was slowly leaking cum.

Katy turned back to Amy. “That had to have hurt, Amy.”

“Some.”

“But, you liked it?”

“I did.”

Without hesitation, Katy asked, “Will you do me, Amy?”

Amy nodded, “Give me a minute?”

“Yeah, and…,” Katy stopped, cast a glance at me, and then turned back to Amy, asking, “…and will you put a finger in my ass, maybe?”

Amy nodded.

I was laying down, ordering myself to stay awake and watch it. Stay awake, and watch Amy and Katy. Stay awake, Mike. Stay…

***

The fuck was that noise? I sat up. I was on one side of the bed; Katy and Amy were curled up together on the other side.

That was some night, I thought.

Then I remembered. Shit! I didn’t stay awake.

I heard the sound again. It was the buzzer. Someone was ringing my doorbell. I slipped out of bed and ran to my phone. The facility gives tenants an app that shows us who’s buzzing. We can even talk through the intercom system.

I hit the alert on my phone and there, filling the screen, was Cynthia. Holy shit.

I steadied myself. “Hello?”

“Michael? That you?”

“Yes. Cynthia?”

“Uh-hmm. Will you buzz us in?”

“Scott with you?”

He stepped forward. “Hello, Mike.”

“Hi, Scott.”

Cynthia said, “We’d like to see our daughters, Michael. Can you buzz us in?”

I began, “Yeah. Hey, people are just getting up, can you…”

“Never mind, Michael, someone’s opening the door for us.”

I closed the tab, threw my phone down, and raced into the master bedroom. The day we fucking all sleep together in one bed is the day fucking Cynthia comes to visit us? Shit!

I burst through the door. “Amy! Katy! You’re Mom and Dad are here! They’re coming up right now! Hurry!”

They both shot up. Katy screamed, “Mom!” and there was a whirlwind of activity. We had, as I figured it, a little less than two minutes, depending on the elevator. I glanced at the clock: just after 9:00am. There was no time to think about how rude it was of Cynthia to show up unannounced at my apartment this early on a Friday morning.

My task was easy: make the couch looked slept in, throw on some clothes, and not look like I’d been ass fucking her daughter.

I was slipping on sweatpants when they knocked on the door. “Coming!” I ran toward the bedroom doors. “Are you good? Are we okay?”

I heard Katy’s shower running.

Amy emerged from her room. “I’m so sorry about this, Mike. My Mom!”

“We good? She’s waiting.”

“Other than my ass is sore and leaking cum, we’re good.”

I gave her an apologetic look, and then sped to the door.

This was it. The last time I’d seen Cynthia, I’d won the battle, but lost the war. I wondered if she was itching for another fight.

I opened the door.

Cynthia looked older. I was surprised. It had been five years, but she looked more like ten or so had elapsed. Scott looked about the same as always—tall and good-natured. I welcomed them in, and Amy met them at the threshold, giving big hugs as I went into the kitchen.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked.

Scott said, “Smells like coffee. I’ll have a cup.”

“I will, too,” Cynthia added.

Amy came over, saying, “I’ll make them. You don’t even drink coffee, Mike.” There was a hint of tenderness in her stride.

“Amy, are you hurt?” Cynthia asked.

Amy’s eyes darted to me before she said, “Just a little sore from working out.”

Scott and Cynthia were effusive in their compliments as to how Amy was looking. I was proud. Katy and I had done a pretty good job of helping Amy get healthy again.

Katy emerged from her room in a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her hair. More hugs ensued. Their family drank coffee at the table. I grabbed a soda from the fridge and stood off to the side.

“Michael, I trust you’re recovering well?” Cynthia asked.

Before I could answer, Scott said, “Mike, that was a hell of a thing you did.”

“Thanks,” I began, “and, yes, I’m…”

“It was very brave of you,” Cynthia said.

“Thank you, and thanks for asking. Yes, I’m good. Just waiting for my hair to grow back.”

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“Am I to assume you want me naked tonight, Miss Deb?”

The gorgeous auburn haired mistress turned her attention away from the vanity mirror. “I’ve only invited our closest friends, so yes, both you and Jordy will be serving naked. Why don’t you run down the hall and let Miss Jenny know my wishes as well.”

“Any instructions from you to Miss Jenny?”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning she is still your slave, that is, unless I’m mistaken.”

“She is,” she said dismissively. “That is my business, not yours. Now go tell her about tonight.” Deb turned to stare at the immense cock arching away from his groin. “How easy it was to arouse that beautiful organ of his,” she thought. “And how nice it felt when she plunged her slender frame down onto it until it sunk deep inside.” She sighed quietly, thinking about what a nice fuck he was. The subtle yearning down yonder dissipated and she returned her attention once more to touching up her cheeks with blush.

“Coming?” Jordy called from inside. He opened the door and saw that it was Bobby.

“Is Miss Jenny available?”

“What is it?” Came sweet the voice from somewhere inside.

Bobby peeked inside and spotted her relaxing on the bed. “Mistress wanted me to inform you that Jordy is to remain naked tonight for the party.”

“Along with yourself, I hope?” Jenny inquired.

“Yes Ma’am. We will both be naked.”

“Come in Bobby. Let me take a look at you.”

Yesterday had been a bit of a whirlwind. A flight delayed by engine troubles before take-off detained their arrival by more than an hour. They were however, greeted with hugs, kisses and flowers upon their arrival by Bobby Debra and Katie at the airport. Deb insisted to buy dinner for everyone. She had booked a reservation at a favorite steakhouse downtown and that was followed by an evening celebrating at a favorite club. It was a fun welcome but it also made for a busy and exhausting day for the newly arrived couple. By the time the group arrived back at Deb’s spacious home it was late and Jenny was ready for bed. Having Mistress Debra and her slave greet them when they arrived after being away for so long made for a nice welcome. Jenny owed her mistress so much. It was Deb who had sent her away. It was Deb who made arrangements for her to go to The Farm. It was Deb who purchased Jordy and it was Deb who owned her still.

Mostly, Jenny was pleased to see how well Jordy fit in with the gang. He and Bobby seemed to hit it off immediately and every indication confirmed he was the kind of guy she hoped. Having not seen him outside The Farm environment she still held suppressed worries of how he would do as a slave and partner in the real world. But Jordy added to the conversation around the table and appeared well adapted. He was quiet more than talkative but always remained at her side and that is what she wanted from him most of all. Katie seemed to be the odd one out, having no date, but gave no indication she felt at all uncomfortable being with a group of couples.

In many ways Katie reminded Jenny of herself ten years ago. She was blonde, beautiful and somewhat reserved. What distinguished them were their differing intelligence levels. Katie was equally as bright as her slave, although she didn’t have the same PhD credentials next to her name. At one point Jordy and her got off on some side-discussion in which they bantered back and forth about the validity of using some nonlinear regression equation to predict profit margins in a business model. It took the two of them all of about 30 seconds to completely lose Jenny, Bobby and Debra. But Jenny admired the egg-head aspect of her slave, knowing his mind would be something she would value and use to her advantage in the years to come. Not only was Jordy fun to be with, he was a deep thinker with many facets to his seemingly easy going personality.

Bobby approached the bed just as Jenny sat. His cock was nearly hard and a clear bead of precum had already formed at the apex of his slit. Reaching out she grabbed the immense shaft in both hands and felt its girth. He was so thick her dainty hand could not fully encircle it.

“I forgot just how big you got, Bobby.” Turning to Jordy she asked, “What do you think about this monster?”

“He’s huge,” Jordy responded without pause.

“He leaks like a sieve too,” Jenny said. Sliding a finger over his head she gathered his cum and sucked her finger clean. “And he tastes just as sweet as I remember.”

Jordy wasn’t sure what to make of her gesture. Feeling of insecurity cropped into his conscious. Slowly he lowered one hand and partially covered his smaller cock.

“He is huge, my slave. But I’m curious – and I want you to be honest with me – What do you think about these boys?”

“They’re gigantic Mistress.”

“Indeed they are! Do you like the look his them or do they turn you off?” Jenny swiped his head again and swallowed another finger-full of cum.

“Every guy wants to have an impressive package Mistress.”

“Don’t be coy with me. Do denizli escort they impress you or not?”

“They’re impressive but I don’t know what it would be like having one’s that big. It makes me wonder if they might be too big. I don’t know. They aren’t hanging from my crotch.”

“Are you telling me you don’t like them or that you do? I’m confused.”

“They’re different and their big. But to answer your question, I like what I have.”

Jenny smiled. “But if you had balls the size of his you wouldn’t be putting your hand over your crotch to hide your goods. Would you?”

“Probably not,” he conceded.

“And you’d leak all the time. Look at him. Come here. See how he just keeps oozing and oozing cum?”

“I can see.” Jordy turned to look at Bobby who stood in a kind of a standing present position although he wasn’t arching his hips forward. “Do you always leak this much?” Jordy asked.

“Only when I’m hard. If I’m not, I slow down quite a bit.”

“I think it’s hot that he leaks.”

“Why Mistress?”

“Because I see it as an indicator of his desire for me.”

Jordy’s eyebrows rose.

“Well how else would you explain this?” She grabbed his rigid cock. “Do you think it’s hard because he’s not thinking about me?”

“No Mistress.”

“Then why is he hard, slave?”

“Because he finds you appealing?” He said questioningly.

“You’re damn right he does. It’s the same reason you’re hard; isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“But do you know what? I’m only really attracted to you so relax. I don’t want this cock. It’s too big for me.” Jenny grinned and gave Bobby’s cock a playful slap.

Jordy spoke quietly, almost sheepishly, “I know you like me Mistress and all I want is for you to be happy.”

“Thank you. And you will be doing that.” Turning her attention back to Bobby’s manhood she mused aloud to Jordy. “You know, I’ve had this sausage inside me. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried him out. He feels good but he’s just a little too big.”

Neither guy responded. Jordy wasn’t sure if she was trying to make him feel insecure or jealous while Bobby wasn’t certain why she kept fondling him. After all, it was her playfulness after becoming Deb’s slave that resulted in Deb sending her to The Farm. Bobby found her so seductive. Being with her now after so many months away hadn’t changed anything. He started feeling those same desires returning. She could be so alluring when she wanted to be.

Jenny addressed Jordy. “Mistress Deb had Bobby enlarged. When he was with her sister he was probably about your size. Wouldn’t you say that is a correct statement?” She looked up at the beefy slave standing before her.

Bobby looked at Jordy’s erection. “Yes Mistress, I was about his size but I think I was a little longer.”

“But all that changed after Sharon gave you to Deb; didn’t it?”

Bobby nodded.

“Come here Jordy.” Jordy came and stood next to Bobby. Jenny took the liberty to fondle both of their balls. Jordy watched her hand cup both of his before noticing she couldn’t even close her other around even one of Bobby’s monsters. Making reference to Jordy’s package she asked, “Bobby, did you use to have balls this small?” She squeezed and pulled on Jordy’s sack.

Bobby considered the question. “I think all guys have balls that are about the same size, Mistress, so yes, I probably did.”

“I love what your mistress did to yours.” She looked at her slave. “I love yours too. Don’t take my comment as an either/or statement. I simply happen to like big testicles. They make his package.”

“They make his package because his cock is so thick,” Jordy added.

“Maybe they do.” Taking another slurp from Bobby’s continually oozing spigot she sighed quietly. Standing she pushed the guys away. “So when does the party start?”

“At seven,” Bobby answered.

“Thank you for letting me know. I’ll make sure Jordy is dressed appropriately. You may go.”

Bobby retreated to the door and said his goodbyes. Jenny waited for the last sounds of Bobby’s presence to vanish in the hallway outside. Sinking to her knees she took her slave’s cock in her mouth. It felt great having his manliness to do with as she wanted. Feeling its hard and rippled organ filling her oral cavity aroused her erotic side.

Jordy stood stock still and watched his beautiful mistress engulf his shaft. There was nothing more breathtaking than beholding this woman enjoying herself like this. For the longest while he watched her play and while she did he began feeling that familiar carnal desire pressing once more into the forefront of his conscious thoughts. What kept him from succumbing to the natural instinct of thrusting his pelvis toward her waiting mouth was the conversation he had just been a part of. He couldn’t get her words out of his mind. “Doesn’t he have the most gorgeous cock and balls Jordy?”

Jordy liked Bobby. He admired him. The guy was handsome and intelligent and respectful and caring diyarbakır escort and generally an all around good-guy. Besides his handsome appearance and muscular frame, he had the most beautiful god-damn package Jordy had ever seen. There was no denying it. His cock was massive and his balls were equally intimidating. He couldn’t help but feel small standing next to him. He knew it and he realized Jenny knew believed this well – and that’s where the hurt and insecurity entered into his thoughts.

“How did she ever get that thing inside her?” He thought. The fact that she had was hard to fathom. No wonder she said he was too big for her. What he wasn’t so sure of was whether or not she considered him to be too small. Right now it sure seemed like she did. She made more than a few insinuations as to how much she liked guys being bigger and there was no denying Mistress loved the taste of Bobby’s ever-oozing and throbbing cock.

Even though the rational side of him knew his cock was larger than most men, that didn’t matter. He didn’t care where his cock size-lay on the bell curve of life. What mattered was how his cock compared to those living with Jenny – and that meant Bobby. There was no denying the two of them would be living their lives mostly together and always naked. He could only hope that Mistress wouldn’t continue comparing his thin shaft with Bobby’s robust one – especially since they had already been intimate in times previous. He wasn’t sure what all that involved but they had fucked at least once while Miss Deb had been taken ill.

Jenny popped his saliva-covered head out of her mouth. “Get up on the bed. I want to fuck you.”

Jordy moved onto his back and lay on the plush comforter. His cock was throbbingly hard. He watched mistress slip out of the last remnants of her clothes and stand over him. She looked gorgeous. Her yearning pussy oozed moisture. Her legs were thin and shapely. Everything about her was perfect. Stacked and hanging deliciously tempting hung the most beautiful tits he had ever laid eyes on. Damn, she was put together so fine!

“You better get used to this,” she said stroking her inner thighs with both hands. “I’m going to do this every day.”

A drop of her nectar fell onto his abdomen. Jordy abandoned the serious, reflective look and grinned. “Does it really matter what I want, Mistress?”

“No, but I’m just letting you know what you can expect.”

And with that she squatted, grabbed a hold of his cock, and angled it directly toward her blossoming flower. It took only a second. Already wet from desire, her cunt received him without resistance. Jenny buried him completely inside. Gasping from the sudden fullness of his member she took him in his entirety.

“God you feel good!” Grinding her hips around as if assessing his rod she moaned. Her desire to take and possess him grew steadily. “You are my slave boy!” She hissed.

With two hands pressed flat against his pectorals she began moving up and down. Jordy’s body remained rigid and his focus never left that of his mistress. She felt incredible sliding up and down on his shaft. Even though she would periodically rake her nails into his chest, the painful clawing only heightened his erotic lusts. Jenny continued to lift and fall. In the minutes that followed her breathing became more audible as she began to tire. After several minutes she paused breathless.

“Fuck me slave. Fuck me! “

Jordy stared into those lustful and beautiful brown eyes looking back at him from no more than a foot away. “Yes Mistress.”

Jenny lifted her hips off of his and gave him the room he needed. Jordy arched up and buried his manhood deep inside her soaking cunt before letting it slip most of the way out. Thrusting upward again he plunged his rod inside. With every entry he could see the pleasure his intrusion made. The look on her face told him all he needed to know. He arched again, and again, and again and soon found a suitable rhythm. There was no mistaking he had found the right cadence. Her eyes and grimaces said it all. Jordy could feel her lust each time her pussy muscles gripped and milked his cock. He could even feel her desire in the pain she caused whenever she dug her nails into him.

After several minutes Jenny gasped, “Faster Jordy! Make me cum! Oh god, I need to cum, slave!”

This time it was Jordy who became breathless. Soon the two of them were gasping, albeit for different reasons. Jordy’s exhalations came from his efforts, Mistress’ came from the pleasure she felt building to its climax. Both moaned as desire raged outward from their loins.

Jordy continued his upward thrusts, stroking her slit with his 8 inch cock. God he loved making her feel this way. Being her slave and knowing she would want to use his rod to get off like this thrilled him. It took only another 50 or so strokes before her body suddenly tensed. She gasped several times in quick succession. Quickly, Jordy arched his hips upward and kept them antalya escort there. Making rapid micro-thrusts he worked her pussy just as Kamelah had taught him. Mistress Jenny exploded. Jordy watched her eyes roll lazily around. Jenny bit down on her lips and convulsed. Collapsing on his body she buried her face against the column of his neck and came spasmodically for several seconds. Jordy held her tightly with one arm around her back in the other gripping her ass.

Mistress and slave lay pressed together long after her climax settled. It was sometime before Jenny kissed his neck, eyes and eventually his lips. With both hands cupping his face she let her appreciation be made known for the slave who would be forever hers. He was everything she ever dreamed of possessing and there was nothing quite so freeing as being able to take him any way she wanted – whenever she wanted – and for as long as she wanted. Having him as her slave would be the greatest gift she would ever receive.

Fuck me again,” she whispered into his ear some minutes later.

Jordy’s cock had never softened throughout the lengthy time of their post coidal lovemaking. He waited for mistress to rise up again and when she finally did he pressed his member back inside.

Starting slow, he moved his shaft casually in and out. His groin was soaking wet from her juice and he could imagine seeing her nectar running down the length of his cock as it made its way onto his loins and down between his legs.

“I want you to come when I do this time,” she said softly. Stroking his cheek with her hand she felt him enter and retreat.

“Thank you, mistress but I don’t deserve this,” he said offhandedly.

“It’s not about deserving or not deserving my Jordy. You know that. It’s about you doing as you’re told.”

Jordy nodded and pushed up and into her sex. Mistress dropped her head down and watched his cock disappear and then reappear from between her legs.

“Your cock pleases me, slave,” she sighed. “It’s such a beautiful part of your handsome body.”

Jordy smiled and thrust up again and then again. Soon his breathing quickened and soon after his mistress started in with her own sighs and moans that so aptly expressed the pleasure she felt.

Soon after, her body began quivering with each thrust. Jenny rocked into his intrusions. It didn’t take long this time. Her lust had never really subsided. “I’m getting close.”

“Me too.” Jordy permitted the restraint he had maintained on his desire to cum to relax. Immediately he felt his own juice seeking release. Centering on Miss Jenny’s responses he watched his beautiful blonde mistress. Her dangling breast swayed just above his chest. Hearing her coo and gasp with each plunge of his rod inside her aroused pussy brought her ever closer to where she wanted to go.

She was indeed a beautiful woman. Even though she was on the petite side and physically small in stature, there was no denying her power. This beautiful blonde woman with a perfect body would forever be the one he would serve. He looked up into her eyes just as she planted a lustful kiss on his mouth. Just then, she climaxed.

Jenny rammed her tongue inside and took control of his mouth. Jordy pumped twice more and ejaculated. Jenny must have felt the warmth of his cream because she sighed and then came again. Rather than resting on his body like before she quickly crawled up and mounted his face. With her pussy pressed tightly against his mouth she waited.

“Don’t swallow, I want to see how much you gave me.”

Jenny waited and let his cream slowly find its way out from inside her tunnel. It took several minutes before the last of the drips found their way into his waiting mouth. Looking down at her helpless slave, Jenny grinned. In some odd way being her with him under her made her feel triumphant. It was these times when she felt indeed powerful. Sitting on his face and knowing he could do nothing but what she commanded him only served to reinforce that sense of dominance and entitlement. There was no doubt his mouth now contained a combination of his thick cream and her clear nectar. Jenny contracted those internal muscles in an effort to push whatever remained inside her out. Stroking her slender abdomen she stared down and into the dark eyes of her helpless slave.

“That was so beautiful to watch,” came the voice from behind her.

Whipping her head around Jenny spotted Mistress Deb leaning against the wall just inside the door. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Ah-Ah-Ah,” Deb said wagging her finger. “Remember who owns you. You don’t talk to me like that, my slave. Not even with him in your command.”

“Yes Mistress,” Jenny replied sullenly. “I’m sorry for misspeaking.”

A beautiful smile graced Mistress Deb’s face. Crossing the room she came and stood beside Jenny with one arm around her shoulder. “Were you hoping to see a lot?”

Jenny was still coming to grips with the fact that she had watched her fuck her slave. Her presence unnerved her but she did her best to keep her feelings hidden. “I hoped to but I’m not expecting too.”

Jenny climbed off of Jordy and had him stand. “Spit it out into your hands.”

A large gob of cream mixed with a similar volume of goo fell onto his open palm. Jenny looked first at his hand and then at Debra. “See what I mean?”

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It all started with a thought. One thought. Three weeks ago. When my girlfriend, who, let’s face it, was never very good at blow jobs, was actually giving me one. It started with me looking down at her and thinking, ‘you know, I bet someone with a dick would probably know how to totally rock at this’.

WHA-HA-AT?

That’s how it started.

The thought that maybe, a man, someone who had a cock, might understand his way around a cock. One thought, and then the rest of the thought. There’s nothing I love more than a good blow job. And the rest, rest, of the thought. With your eyes closed a mouth feels like a mouth, right?

All of which led to a sickening obsession that I just needed to know, needed to find out, needed to understand, which led to the total formation of the thought, could a guy blow me better than a chick?

And the sick thing, the unfortunate thing, the hot thing, was, even though I was totally straight, I knew I wasn’t going to let go of this thought until I found out.

Aaaaannnnd, it led to the obsession. Yeah. Led to the absolute obsession; the one that had been on my mind, for every single minute, every second, every friggin’ millisecond.

It turned in to… the thought. From a random thought, to the thought, to THE THOUGHT. From a random wisp of a dandelion puff blowing on the wind to a fucking monsoon pounding on my brain.

Tsunami, tornado, and blender on shredder-pulverize-setting my brain – twenty-four seven, for the last three weeks.

You know, the thought. Like I could maybe, actually find out the answer to this question. Because… my best friend is gay.

Michael is gay.

We’ve never talked about it. We never needed to. Just like we never talked about my being straight. I met Michael the first day in college and we’ve been best friends ever since. Twenty years later we’re still best friends.

He’s not a flaming kind of gay. He’s not a feminine kind of gay. He’s not an ‘I’m over compensating by being hugely macho kind of gay’. He’s ‘I’m just a normal kind of guy’ kind of gay. I’ve always known he was gay. He’s always known I was straight. End of story.

As soon as I had THE THOUGHT I broke up with my girlfriend.

I didn’t think I would actually act on THE THOUGHT at first. But then, after a few days I knew I would. And it was obvious who I would act on it with.

The more time that went on, the more…ah…aggressive I got about it. Like I wanted to force him. Make him. Throw him against a wall and… well you get the picture.

Of course he has no idea.

Hardly fair, is it.

But that doesn’t change my thinking, either.

So finally, yesterday, I called him.

And when he asked me what was wrong, I simply said I really needed him to come down to see me.

That brings us to today. He lives about an hour and a half north of me. In a few minutes, he’ll be here.

I took a long shower. Shaved my perpetual five o’clock shadow. Put on my best black T-shirt and favorite faded jeans and combat boots. I thought about cologne and nixed that idea as stupid. Paced and nixed that as stupid. I thought about doing some push-ups to relieve tension. I also nixed that idea as stupid.

Michael and I had been friends for twenty years. He was a physician’s assistant for God’s sake. It wasn’t like he was going to freak out over biology. He might freak out over it coming from me though.

There it was; the knock on my door.

Shit.

I opened the door and we did the man hug shoulder bump thing and the back pat.

“Brad, hey,” he said with a big smile. Then he got a look at my face and his tone changed. “What’s wrong?”

I gestured with my head for him to come in. “Time for some brewskies, for sure, my man,” I said.

“Okaaay,” Michael said.

“Eh, fuck that, let’s have some gin and tonics, heavy on the gin,” I said.

“You’re massively wound up Brad,” Michael said. “That’s not like you. What’s up?”

I poured us our drinks. I downed mine. “Knock yours back,” I said.

He did.

My expression must have been grim.

“You’re worrying me Brad.”

I took our glasses and set them down.

“Okay, you trust me man, right?” I said.

“Ah, yeah,” Michael said.

“Okay, brace yourself,” I said.

He could tell I meant physically so he got into a fighting stance.

Now Michael’s no light weight. Like most gay guys he spends a lot of time in the gym. He’s in great shape, but he’s all lean muscle. I outweigh him by at least 25 – 30 pounds. I don’t go to the gym, ever. I’m in construction. I spend my days heavy lifting and my nights cage fighting.

I grabbed him by the shoulder spun him around and threw him up against the wall. His arms splayed up and out and his face mashed sideways into the wall.

“What the fuck?” Michael said. I could tell he was wondering if I was pissed at him for something he might have done.

I pressed into him; pinned him there with my body, fitting every curve of my body into his. The energy instantly changed, electricity arcing up between us in a huge scorching blast.

“Listen to mersin escort me,” I whispered into his ear. “Because I’m only going to say this once,” I said.

“Holy fuck, Brad,” Michael said. “What the hell are you doing?”

“LISTEN to me,” I growled.

“What.”

“I. Want. A. Blow. Job.” I said. “From you.”

“WHAT?”

“You heard me,” I said and dropped him.

I stepped back. Then I took another step back.

He looked down. Turned around. Dusted off imaginary lint from his shoulders. Adjusted the sleeves of his dress shirt. “You’re a fucker, you know that Brad? You could at least give a guy some notice.”

“Sorry Dude,” I said.

“What the fuck?” Michael said.

“I’m not gay,” I said. Although this made no sense to say this at this point.

“No shit,” Michael said.

“Listen,” I said starting to back track. “I’m sorry if I…”

“Of course I’ll do it,” he said and smiled.

Oh thank God, I thought.

“If you’ll call Lisa,” he said.

“What?” I said. “Your friend Lisa?”

“Yeah. I’ll give you the blow job of your life, if you’ll tell me, number one, why you want one from me, two, why now, three, why the fuck did you spring it on me like that, and four, if you promise to call Lisa right after,” he said.

“My brain kind of lost blood after you said you’d give me a blow job,” I said.

He laughed. “Do you need me to repeat that?” He asked.

“No, if you give me a minute for my hearing to catch up and my mind to replay it I think I can make sense of it…ah…” I said.

It took a minute.

“Um…” I said. “Ah…one…” I paused trying to think. “Why do I want one from a guy or why is the guy you?” I asked.

“Both,” he said and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You fuck-head, you’re enjoying this,” I said.

“You bet your life,” Michael said. “Spill.”

“Ah,” I said toeing my boot into the carpet. “I…ah… had the idea that if you had a dick you might know your way around a dick enough to give a better blow job and I wanted the best mind-blowing blow job I could get,” I said softly.

“What was that?” He said with his hand behind his ear.

“Asshole,” I said.

“That answers the why now,” I said, “because I just thought of that.” I paused and stared at him hard. “The ‘why from you’ is pretty obvious, I mean who else could I ask?”

“Thanks,” he said, heavy on the sarcasm.

I thought about going over and touching him to soothe how shitty that sounded but ah, no.

“Um, and, I’m kind of an ass. I didn’t know how else to spring it on you. I’m not exactly going to send you flowers,” I said.

“Fair enough,” he said.

“But I’m not trying to be a jerk about this either,” I said.

“I get that,” Michael said.

“And I don’t want to do this if it’s going to ruin our friendship,” I said.

Michael rolled his eyes.

And I had the desire to throw him up against the wall. Again.

I was going to ask him about why he wanted me to call Lisa as soon as it was done but he pushed me in the middle of the chest, hard. Then he pushed me in the middle of the chest again. I staggered back.

What the fuck?

Again. Push.

I fell back on the couch.

He put the bottom of one foot on the inside of one of my knees and pushed hard, using that leverage to push my legs apart.

Fuck.

He bent down, grabbed me behind the knees and gave me one hard yank pulling me toward him so I was slumped down a little further on the couch. He was stronger than I thought.

“Stay there,” he said in a loud firm voice while pointing at me. “We do this now.”

Oh shit.

He got up, turned the living room lights off but left the kitchen lights on. Darkness was good.

Michael came and kneeled in front of me and started unbuttoning his shirt. The idea of him taking his shirt off scared the shit out of me.

“What are you doing?” I asked. My voice went up a lot.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He said in a strong voice.

When his shirt was all the way off he twisted it up, fast, into a rope like blindfold and tied it around my eyes. I relaxed. Blind was good.

He shoved an open hand up into my throat, hard. “Now, you’re going to moan when I say moan, you’re going to say ‘oh God’ when I tell you to say ‘oh God’ as a matter a fact you’re going to make the exact noises and sounds and words I tell you to say.” His hand tightened around my throat. “But other than that I don’t want to hear a FUCKING thing out of you that isn’t a distinct sign of absolute pleasure is that clear?”

I tried to nod but I couldn’t move with his hand squeezing me the way it was.

“Good, just so we understand each other,” Michael said.

He released his hand and I coughed and took in a deep breath. Holy fuck, I certainly didn’t expect that. He put his hand on my dick over my pants. His hand was huge and he palmed my whole cock and moved his hand upwards in a way that felt fantastic.

“Ah, fuck,” I said on a groan.

He laughed.

“Now that’s the kind of sound I want to hear,” kocaeli escort Michael said. “Brad if you want to stop, the time to stop is right now. Because once I put my mouth on your cock, I can tell you, I’m not stopping.”

“Ah shit,” I said. My cock kicked under his hand, instantly growing hard and long when he said mouth and cock.

He laughed again.

The fucker.

I could hear him lean forward, my senses heightened. Then I felt him breathe, superhot air over my balls and then my cock and then up right at the very tip of my cock. Teasing me. Then he redid the same pattern, licking me through my jeans. It was subtle but it made me…hungry…antsy…concerned…eager. A cocktail of want and need and fear.

He ripped off my belt and opened the snap on my jeans and pulled down my zipper, fast. Like he couldn’t wait and he was full of power. I usually go commando but I was wearing underwear today; it seemed pretentious and presuming not to. Michael repeated the same routine, palming my entire balls and then cock and then the head and very tip. Then breathing hot air over it all. Then licking over the same path. I got harder.

The top of my cock peeked out of the waistband of my underwear. Michael leaned forward and gently, just barely, licked the very, very top of my cock.

I started breathing through my mouth because I almost lost it.

What the hell was I doing?

Michael pulled the very top of my underwear down.

“Yeah,” Michael said.

He touched only what was showing. Licked only what was showing. Pulled my underwear down just a little bit more.

“You want to know if I know my way around a dick more because I have one?” Michael said and then he took the very tip of my cock in his mouth.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled.

“The answer is yes,” he said.

“You arrogant little fucker,” I said.

WHAM! Michael slapped me across the cheek hard enough that it knocked my head to the side. Because I was blindfolded I hadn’t seen it coming. Then he was on top of me with a hand tightly fisted in my hair and yanked my head back.

“See that wasn’t exactly a sound of excitement,” he said.

Holy shit.

“Don’t make me bite you,” he said in my ear. “Because I’ll like it,” he said in an even deeper, quieter voice. “Now, I’m going to remind you. What you get to say, is one hundred versions of hell yeah, fuck yeah, more Michael, and oh yes. That’s it. Nothing else. And in return, I’m going to give you the blow job of your life.”

He yanked my hair harder.

Then he bit my bottom lip and pulled it until it was almost painful. He completely surprised me and I blinked behind the blindfold. Holy shit. Then he bit my cheek.

“Don’t make me bite you again,” he whispered. “It might not be on the face next time. And trust me, you don’t want to disturb my rhythm.”

Fuck. Totally not anything like the Michael I knew.

He let me go.

“Now. Be a good boy and lift those hips for me so I can get these down a little,” Michael said.

This is not at all what I expected Michael to be like. Michael reeks of class. Not…this.

I lifted my hips and Michael pulled my jeans and my underwear down some and then my cock was all about the air time. It sprung up so hard I’m surprised it didn’t make a ‘boi-yoing’ sound.

“Oh, yeah,” Michael said sounding amazingly happy. “That’s what I want.”

I could picture him flexing his hands.

“One more thing,” Michael said. “You do not come, until I tell you that you can come.”

My brows furrowed under the blindfold. Somehow, with my dick having all the blood, my brain was taking a minute to try and compute what he said. I wasn’t at all sure I could do that; I didn’t think I had that much control.

He must have sensed my confusion because he repeated it.

“You’re not coming until I give you permission to come.”

Huh.

Then he put his lips over the tip of my cock, just the tip, and then, fuck, oh God, his lips parted and he slid his mouth all the way down over my cock and deep throated me and came back up with some fucking heavy, heavy strong suction, much harder than any girl can do and he followed it with his hand and rolled his hand over the top and did some kind of twisty thing over the top and…FUCK!

“GU…uh…” I said.

He laughed and did it again.

“Oh fuck,” I said.

I had to pull my balls down and out of the way because they had already ridden up ready to explode. I made a ring with my forefinger and my thumb and put it around the base of my cock and squeezed hard to prevent myself from popping off.

Michael slid his mouth back down, so deep, all the way down over my cock again, and came back up slow, with that same incredible heavy suction with his hand following, doing THAT THING. His hand followed his mouth right over the top of the head, some clever twist and before I could even make sense of it, his hand and entire mouth were back down, engulfing me, making me forget how to think much less breathe.

Michael did the same thing a few more times and then samsun escort he changed his technique placing his tongue on the bottom of my shaft while he sucked me and what the …shit … that felt…holy crap…amazing. I had pant through my mouth to try to keep it under control and finally I just pushed him out of the way, giving him a hard shove on the forehead, because it was so great I couldn’t stand it.

“I just need a minute,” I said. My eyes widened behind the shirt. “And if you slap me, so help me God, I’ll beat you senseless.”

He laughed.

“And stop with the laughing, you bitch,” I said.

He laughed again.

Michael went back to sucking my cock, sucking just the top this time and using his hand on the bottom half. He started slow, agonizingly slow and got faster and faster. And yes, it was without a doubt the best blow job I ever had, hands down, no comparison.

It just kept getting better and better. I don’t know if anyone I’d ever dated before was into it but Michael was really into it. Like he was devouring me. My whole body was singing a Halleluiah chorus because it was getting rocked out like never before and I never wanted it to stop.

Then the weirdest feeling came over me. I wanted to throw him down and fuck him. Hard. Like… you know… I mean I wanted to throw him down, or cover his mouth, or… rape him … hard.

The thought scared me to death and I went soft.

I coughed and sputtered.

I pulled off the blindfold and pulled up my pants and lunged off the couch and around Michael.

“What happened?” Michael asked.

“I need to get out of here,” I said and lurched toward the kitchen.

Michael got up fast and tackled me.

“What. Happened.” He said in a voice that was not a question. “Did you just all of a sudden remember it was me? Is that what freaked you out?”

I shook my head. Fuck. All of a sudden I wanted to cry.

Michael put me in a choke hold but his arm was very loose around my neck. “Now, we talk all the time and you’re going to fucking tell me what happened. You were fucking enjoying it and you had a thought that blew all that to shit. This started with a thought and it ended with a thought.”

“I’m not gay,” I whispered.

“No shit,” Michael said. “I never said you were. No one said you were. But you ARE going to tell me what happened.”

I shook my head.

“Yeah, the fuck you are, you pussy,” Michael said.

Now I laughed.

“Who knew you were such a dominating fuck?” I said.

“Yeah, I’m usually not,” Michael said.

“So tell me,” I said in a completely mean voice, “Are you usually a top or a bottom?”

He slapped me on the back of the head. A light ‘don’t be a doo-fuss’ kind of smack.

“Stop being an asshole,” Michael said. He got off me and I rolled over. He offered me a hand and I stood up. “Don’t think being a dick is going to get you out of talking.”

I smiled at him. He was the same friend I always knew.

“Also don’t think it is going to get you out of getting the rest of your blow job,” he said.

BAM. I was instantly hard again.

He looked down at my hard on.

“Because I was enjoying it just as much as you,” Michael said. “And you’re going to get what you asked for, I told you that.”

I got harder.

“And you’re going to get it more than once,” Michael said.

“Shit,” I said as my eyeballs rolled back in my head.

“Now are you going to tell me now, or later, what freaked you out,” he said.

“Never,” I said.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I ah…” I looked down. Fuck, I really need to get my carpet cleaned. “I, um, had a vision, of…” fucking you up the ass… “doing more to you than what we were doing and I don’t know if I want to do that and it scared me,” I said. I blew out a deep breath. “There, I said it.”

I looked up. He didn’t seem appalled.

“Listen. Things can get a little intense when you’ve got your dick in someone’s mouth,” Michael said.

As if that wasn’t the understatement of the century.

“It can when it’s a blow job like that,” I said.

He smiled. “It’s sort of natural when things get really intense for your world to get all dick-centered and wonky, for a person to want to then stick their cock anywhere and everywhere it could possibly go because we are animals. Just because you have a second of your dick wanting to conquer every living thing in the world that doesn’t mean that you’re suddenly not you and it’s the end of the world,” Michael said.

“Understand?” Michael said. He took a big step toward me and grabbed the back of my neck hard.

I was having trouble processing.

“That’s why I wanted you to call Lisa afterwards,” Michael said.

He was saying words but they weren’t making any sense. All of a sudden something hit me. “You think I can fuck Lisa?!!” My eyebrows went up.

“I think we can both fuck Lisa,” Michael said. “Sort of.”

“I didn’t think you swung that way,” I said.

“Well, I don’t usually, but I was with her in college and…” he let his sentence peter off. “We’re still friends and she’s usually up for… you know… a threesome.”

“Holy shit, I didn’t think I could get any harder,” I said.

Michael pulled down my pants and pushed me down on the couch. “Well, I think I can take care of that. And as punishment for jumping up like that you’re going to have to watch me this time.”

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Angela’s life had once been easily defined by two words: pleasurably uneventful. She had grown accustomed to being bored ever since her husband had died in a plane crash ten years ago. Michael had been a pilot for a private airline and as such had flown the rich and famous through the skies for his entire adult life, earning him and his college sweetheart a comfortable living ever since they moved in together and started a family. However, that all changed after he went down in an open field in the middle of Iowa, leaving her to raise their twelve year old daughter by herself.

While she never had to worry about money after the airline paid out a large settlement over the faulty engine that killed him, as well as the hefty life insurance policy he had taken out, it couldn’t replace him. He had been her rock in more than a financial way, taking care of her every emotional and sexual need ever since they met. The hole he left in her life was too big to be filled by just anyone and instead the young wife had chosen to dedicate her life to her daughter Julie.

It was ten years later and much of that had changed as she woke up to her new life, curled up in a soft twin bed which was just large enough for her to be comfortable without being cramped. The mattress’ filling had contoured to her naked body long ago and its waterproof plastic cover clung to her bare skin in a way that made her feel stuck to it, her face sunken into the extra soft pillow which was covered a cute baby print pattern. It may have been no better than a child’s bed in the beginning but after two months of it being her place of rest it only felt natural, completely replacing the four posters King sized bed which she had shared with her husband for years.

Rolling over onto her back she stretched like a baby, arching her back whilst stretching out her arms and legs at once until all her joints ached and the sleep was gone. She would have yawned but the hot pink breathable plastic ball gag had kept her jaw open too long and she knew it would take some stretching before it would go any wider. Turning her head from left to right and back again she saw only pink which told her that no one was inside the tiny little room waiting for her to wake up. Alone and without any urge to continue sleeping she sat up, hearing her diaper crinkle and feeling its padding push the plug in her butt even deeper.

Sitting there all alone she thought about how this had all started, about how her daughter had completely turned the tables.

Angela had always had a bit of a, well, kinky side to her sex play and it was something that she had always let out with her husband. When he died however, that outlet was no longer there so she turned to other sources as a means to inspire her late night masturbatory sessions. At first it began with the casual reading of the brand new 50 Shades of Gray, it’s poor writing being overlooked solely because it fueled her fantasies, until eventually she moved on to the torrid bondage videos that could be found online.

After years of being alone, with only herself or the steadily less frequent one night stands to satisfy her, she had developed an impressive collection of porn. At first she had been embarrassed about it and cleared her history and cookies every time, then after her second year of being cautious she grew lax. No longer did her computer look like that of a respectable widow who was a proud member of the PTA and MADD, but rather her browsing history and downloads were overwhelmed by depraved porn. The strange thing about it was that as the years passed without Michael she had strayed farther and farther away from men, with her initially blaming it on the bad blind dates and occasional pick up which always left her bored and unhappy. Instead, for the first time since college, the void had been filled by sexy two dominatrixes and the submissive sluts whom they punished and transformed into willing lesbians. It was exactly those videos which had been her downfall.

Three months ago was when her life had been changed so completely, with everything culminating on her birthday April 12th. She had lent her daughter her laptop for schoolwork the day before and had completely forgotten to retrieve it that night, instead going out for celebratory drinks with her few real friends. That morning she had woken up with a dreadful hangover and after a few minutes of wallowing had managed to pull on a baby blue tank top and matching pajama bottoms before forcing herself down the stairs and into the kitchen. Upon arriving in the all too sunny kitchen she was greeted by her daughter’s beautiful smile and a breakfast straight out of an IHOP commercial. Even thinking back Angela could perfectly hear her daughter’s innocent voice say “I left two Aspirin next to the coffee. I’ll be right back; I’m just going to get your surprise.”

She had not even finished her sinfully delicious pancakes when the teenaged blond bombshell returned with something behind her adana escort back. Julie just stood in front of her and flashed her the all too familiar grin she which had picked up from her father which had always preceded a dirty secret or, ironically, a very kinky night. While Angela had been expecting a ticket to the spa or even an overpriced set of fake earrings she was shocked to see her own laptop, and even more so to see it open to reveal one of her favorite downloads.

It was a relatively old one but it was by far the most watched of the ones she had saved. She only had to see a few seconds of it to recognize it as the one in which a busty redheaded MILF getting dominated by the neighbor’s daughter. Her eyes were glued to the screen as the older mother, who looked remarkably like herself, was forced onto her knees before a pretty young coed grabbed her by the hair and shoved the woman’s head beneath the skirt of her cheerleader’s uniform. Whilst the teen excitedly ground her hips into the thirty-something’s face Angela finally looked up to see her daughter’s smiling expression, like a cat that had cornered a juicy looking mouse.

“Geez Mom, look at this. I mean it’s some pretty kinky stuff, and it only gets more hardcore from here on.” Julie started with a shocked expression, her eyes never breaking contact with her mother’s. Placing the computer on the counter so they could both see the shock became a grin as she said “Just imagine my surprise when I tried to download a file to help with my paper but found this instead. It is hot though…I bet it got you just as hot and bothered as it got me last night.”

Angela was too shocked and off balance to keep looking at her daughter and instead focused her attention on the video, letting the image of the two women fooling around lull her into a sense of security. Snapping back she looked at Julie and pitifully tried to explain “Dear…I’m so sorry you had to see this. I know this must be surprising for you but I-“

“Shhhh,” the blond highschooler interrupted as she slipped her hand between the waistband of her mother’s pajama pants. Angela first reaction was to reach down and pull her daughter’s hand out but that attempt was slapped away and she was given a stern look which told her that any resistance was not allowed. As such she could do nothing but slightly whimper as the girl’s lithe fingers danced over the front of her lace panties.

“Look at the screen.” her daughter commanded and while Angela tried her hardest she could do nothing but obey. Her breathing became erratic as her daughter continued to rub her through her panties, the combination of the video and this stimulation slowing her thoughts as she tried to process what was happening to her.

“My, my, my mom. Looks like you’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” Julie chided with a grin as her pace quickened.

“Please Julie, don’t do th-” Angela tried to beg before she cut herself off by giving a low moan as her daughter slipped a finger around the panties and into her dripping slit.

“Don’t do what?” the now obviously dominant blond asked, “Don’t make you feel good? C’mon Mom, we both know why you’re all wet down here. I watched your porno videos last night, I even read those stories you bookmarked from Literotica.com too. Bedding the Babysitter, Catching Mommy, Becoming My Daughter’s Slut, I think I know exactly what you want: to be a submissive Mommy-slut who doesn’t have to worry about being the perfect parent.”

“Nooooo.” the helpless mother whimpered in a weak protest, her resolve disappearing as her daughter’s finger picked up the pace as it worked its way in and out of her.

“No? Are you saying you don’t want this?” Julie asked, her finger immediately stopping mid thrust. Looking into the pale green eyes which she had inherited Julie could see the disappointment, fear, and lust which Angela tried to hide. Yet there were tears in those very same eyes as the off balance mother diverted her gaze and focused on the laptop’s screen, watching the busty older woman on her hands and knees as she was brutally fucked by the teenager’s strap-on. Seeing the look of want on her mother’s face Julie’s tone changed as she asked “Don’t you want to be her? If you don’t want this I’ll stop right now and we’ll never talk about it again. I promise. But if you do want to give in and become a submissive then I need you to know there is no going back, no off switch. What’ll it be?”

All Angela could do was focus on the digit firmly planted within her soaked slit, on how good it felt, before she finally gave a weak nod of assent. Instantly the finger came to life and began pumping in and out of her with a renewed vigor as it picked up the pace. The last straw was when she felt her daughter’s thumb glide over and give gentle pressure to her clit, her pulse leaping and her hips involuntarily humping the active digit. She could feel the heat inside of her rise and she knew eskişehir escort her orgasm was building as she closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and gave in to this pleasurable feeling.

Yet, then it all came to a stop and she suddenly felt the finger withdraw itself from her. The sudden halt in stimulation was almost painful to the horny MILF and all she could do was open her eyes and give her daughter a pleading look. Her desperate looks were met by Julie’s seductive ones and she was shocked when the teenager held up the shiny and slick finger before slipping it into her own mouth and sucking it clean.

“Hm, tasty.” she said with a laugh before she saw her mother’s expectant expression. With a coy smile she said “You really thought I’d get you off this early? Get those pants off.”

With a bit of disappointment she picked herself up off of the kitchen stool and hastily popped her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms, letting them slide down until they were in a pile at her feet. So there she stood, wearing a pretty blue tank top and her now wet white panties, completely at the mercy of her teenage daughter. Feeling her daughter’s eyes rove over her all but naked body she wondered what had become of her, when she had become so weak to her needs that even her eighteen year old could drive her wild. As she wondered about all of this she heard a noise from the front of the house which she quickly recognized, to her horror, as the front door opening and closing.

“Ah ah! Calm down, that’s just your present coming through the door.” Julie responded when she saw the panic flash across her mother’s face. When the expression changed from panic to puzzlement she laughed and asked “Did you think this was it?”

The clicking of heels resounded through the house until in the doorway to the kitchen stood the tall tan beauty that was Julie’s best friend Nicole. The five inch heels made her a domineering six foot two and she struck an impressive figure as she wore only a pair of sunglasses and a black leather trench coat, just barely covering the tops of her mocha thigh high nylons. Angela had known the girl since she had driven her and her daughter in the elementary school carpool, yet never had she imagined that the leggy child would grow into such a stunning beauty.

“My, my, well hello there Ms. Wilson.” Nicole purred as she took off her sunglasses and gave Angela a once over. “Dear little Julie here told me you needed my help, but it seems like she understated it a bit.” the teenager continued in a sultry voice as she closed the gap between them.

The porno was still playing in the background while Nicole slowly circled the stunned older woman, her eyes like those of the predator observing its newest catch. With a snap of her fingers the raven haired girl pointed to the bunched up pajama bottoms and wordlessly commanded the mother to pick them up and hand them to her. Angela did is the eighteen-year-old implied and watched aghast as her daughter’s best friend sniffed at the material before giving her a wink and saying “Strip.”

Angela’s body moved of its own accord to comply with the domineering girls order, hastily pulling the baby blue top over her head and dropping it to the ground before stepping out of her now sopping panties. Without anyone speaking a word she knew what to do, picking the white lace up off the floor and handing them to her overwhelmingly sexual guest.

“Good girl!” praised Nicole as she took the panties and felt them. “It seems your daughter has already gotten you quite excited. I hope she followed my instructions and didn’t let you cum just yet.” she said in a way that suggested she was talking to herself rather than anyone else. Balling up the sticky white lace she pushed it between Angela’s lips until it filled her entire mouth, the sadistic teen smiling at the sight before she asked “How about you hold onto these for me?”

Angela blushed a deep crimson as she was forced to hold her own panties within her mouth and tasted her juices for the first time in years.

“Now, aren’t you just delicious? Julie told me it’s your thirty-ninth birthday today so congratulations are in order.” said Nicole, her usual peppy demeanor completely replaced by an unwavering control as she continued, “As you might have guessed I’m your daughter’s present to you, here to be your new Mistress. She showed me all of your favorite pornos and I must say Ms. Wilson…fine choices. But before we start I’m going to need complete honesty, so tell me, do you masturbate to these videos and stories?”

With only the slightest hint of hesitation the thirty-nine year old MILF helplessly nodded, her entire focus spent on not breaking the gaze between herself and Nicole.

Moving closer she wrapped one arm around the naked woman’s shoulder and took a comfortable yet firm grasp on her neck before leaning into her ear and whispering, “Good. That means sakarya escort you’re a sub, lez, dyke, whore, who can’t wait to eat her mistresses cunt. Doesn’t it?”

The once prim and proper single mother nearly swooned at the barrage of filthy words which the teenager threw at her. Her knees weakened and her pussy dripped at just the idea of the depraved acts Nicole was hinting at, and as such she meekly nodded in compliance with the domineering girl’s words.

“Very good!” the raven haired girl purred once she got the response she was looking for. “Your daughter and I have a lot to discuss. Sooo…while we do so I’ll need you to go pick up the bag I left on the front steps. The zipper doesn’t always work though, so you might want to go get it before the neighbors catch a sight of the goodies I packed in there for you.”

Panic overtook Angela and she didn’t even wait to be commanded before she dashed, naked, through the house and to the front door. Taking a quick second to look out the window and make sure the coast was clear she opened the door and in a flash snatched up the purse before retreating back into the safety of her home. Once the door was closed the middle aged woman gave a sigh of relief before looking into the purse, her mouth opening wide at the sight of the enormous purple strap-on which boldly stuck out of the zipper. Realizing her panties had fallen out of her mouth in her surprise she immediately stuffed them back in as she returned to the kitchen.

The site she saw upon entering the kitchen marked her third surprise for the day as she was shocked by the sight of her daughter, in a sensual embrace, making out with the obviously in control Nicole. The contrast of Julie, the perfect little blond pixie, in the midst of a passionate kiss with Nicole, the sultry tan minx, was shockingly perfect. All Angela could do was watch in horror as the two teenagers went at it like longtime lovers, the older woman unable to move despite how embarrassed she was by the fact that her pussy leaked at the site.

Finally breaking the kiss Nicole looked over at the stunned redhead and winked as she said “I hope you didn’t think you were the only one who was going to have fun today.”

Angela was truly and sincerely speechless as she took in the site before her, any and all thought of protest gone from her head as she tried to think back and remember any sign or hint at the truth behind the girl’s relationship.

“Julie, dear, take my bag and bring it up to the bedroom. I’m going to play with my new MILF toy first, but when I get up there everything had better be ready.”

“Yes Mistress.” Julie replied dutifully, and then hurried to retrieve the bag from her mother’s clutches and head upstairs.

Nicole’s heels clicked loudly as she crossed the wood floor to stand right in front of the naked redhead, locking eyes with her as if in search of something. Wordlessly she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor, causing Angela to obediently drop to her knees in response.

“Good girl.” was Nicole’s steely reply, like a trainer whose dog was barely meeting expectations. Looking down she said “I’m going to ask you a few questions. I want clear and concise answers. So before I get started you should take those filthy panties out of your undeserving mouth and stuff them up your cunt. Go.”

Quickly and efficiently Angela carried out the teenager’s command.

“Now, how long have you had these fantasies?”

“Eight years.”

“Did you ever picture me or your daughter when you masturbated to these fantasies?”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No Ms. DeFiore.”

“That will do.” Nicole replied, her tone reflecting that she still wasn’t satisfied. “But do I look like I should be in one of your fantasies.”

“Yes Ms. DeFiore.”

“So doesn’t that make me your mistress?”

“Yes…Mistress.”

“Goood.” she purred once more, this time pleased. “Does it turn you on that you and your daughter now have the same mistress?”

Angela had to think about that one. Was she so depraved that she was aroused by the idea of sharing this paragon of sexual dominance with her eighteen year old daughter? Yet before her mind could come to grips with it her lips betrayed her by saying “Yes Mistress.”

“I bet.” was her new mistress’ knowing response. Silently, she undid the belt of her dark leather trench coat and let it fall to the floor to reveal the entire naked splendor which lay beneath. She wore nothing beneath the coat except the thigh high nylons, not even as much as a wisp of pubic hair spoiling the visage of Mediterranean beauty.

“So say it, Mommy-slut. Tell me that you want to eat my sweet teen pussy, that all you’ve ever wanted was to submit to me and do everything I command in order for me to reward you with the taste of my nectar. That you want to be my slave.”

Angela nearly cried at that, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of feelings it brought out in her. Shame, joy, fear, and arousal all mixed together as she still stared the perfect looking pussy inches away from her. There was no turning back now, not for her, as she realized she would do anything just to taste what was behind those heavenly folds.

“Oh God yes, Mistress. I’ll do anything.” was all she could breathlessly offer.

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Disclaimer: Whilst the writer does not necessarily condone inter-family relations, he acknowledges the fact it makes rather erotic reading! Enjoy.

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Matthew Ryder watched as the hands of the big clock inched round to 11 am, narrowing like the blades on a set of shears. Uncomfortable in the charcoal suit and matching sombre tie, he bowed his head to stare at a pair of patent leather shoes in which it was almost possible to make out his handsome yet sad features. Sartorially, if not mentally, prepared for what lay ahead, a single stray tear began a leisurely trail down the young man’s cheek. At the tender age of twenty, losing a father was a heartbreaking wrench, particularly when the father in question happened to be the only family Matthew had ever known.

Close by in the cramped front room, his grandma rustled the curtains nosily as old folks do. Until two days ago, when his whole world imploded, Matthew hadn’t even known she and his grandpa were still alive. Clad in black also, her shape and frizzled white hair made her look like a pint of Guinness. “The car’s here,” she announced, then more brusquely: “Come on Arthur, get your jacket…Okay, Matthew?”

The words directed the young man’s way were sympathetic and measured as they had been for the past 48 hours. It was as if he was some precious piece of china that could so easily break. Matthew nodded silently and stood, smoothing himself down, his spiky brown hair ruffled compassionately by his grandfather, also colour co-ordinated in black. It was tough on them too, Matthew realised. Losing a son was not quite right in the great scheme of things or that parents should outlive their offspring, even if it was his selfish father. Fortunately for them the hurt was dissipated by Matthew’s father having voluntarily distanced himself, fleeing to Manila some two decades back with their grandson in tow, and no word since – until now.

Silence prevailed throughout the journey as the hearse sauntered its way to the grey cemetery. The subsequent service went on around Matthew without his really noticing, the words hollow and worthless, his grief unquenchable. Distant relatives, made more distant by his father’s stubborn refusal to leave Manila, offered condolences prompting Matthew to issue forced smiles. Then finally the coffin was lowered into the ground, taking with it his father.

Still in a daze, he was led away by his grandparents to be driven somewhere remote and leafy for the wake. Referred to as ‘Hannah’s house’, in his state of mind Matthew didn’t realise the significance at first. Head pounding, it was only after a couple of stiff brandies, foisted upon him by some anonymous uncle, that the surroundings began to take shape. Tangible features on those around him slowly formed, as if a thick fog had suddenly evaporated. And there before him stood an attractive blonde older woman, forced smiles on both sides. “We didn’t get to talk at the cemetery. I’m so sorry, Matthew.”

He thanked her politely as he had all the others, not knowing who she was or how she knew his father. “Matthew, I’m Hannah March…I’m your mother.”

The young man’s eyes bulged like a goldfish’s and he broke out in a cold sweat. Wow was he supposed to respond to a woman his father’s stubbornness had forbade him from ever contacting, let alone meeting? All he knew was that she was an evil woman with a fixation for American literature, who had fucked every guy she met and who had broken his father’s heart.

Standing face to face, she seemed anything but evil and nothing like he’d imagined. She was on a par with Sharon Stone or Kim Basinger at forty. And oh those breasts… Matthew wasn’t sure of the protocol, whether they should hug, kiss, shake hands, or what? Evidently Hannah felt likewise, the result an embarrassed-looking standoff.

Thankfully, the situation was salvaged by the arrival at her side of a petite and pretty young girl roughly the same age as Matthew. With smooth brunette hair, deep hazel eyes and a personable manner, she was as equally breathtaking as his mother. Hannah spoke, addressing her long-lost son. “This is Meg…she’s, um, she’s your sister…half sister.”

Meg smiled demurely.

Matthew knew he had a sister, or several sisters to be exact. Even his secretive father hadn’t been able to suppress that information. Yet Matthew had been given an ultimatum: warned to give up hope of ever meeting them. If he did, he could forget about his father forever. Even after attaining adulthood, when he could make his own decisions in life, his father’s influence had been all-encompassing.

“Come on bro,” offered Meg with a radiant smile, slotting her fingers into his, “I’ll introduce you to the others.”

Matthew took a deep breath, looking at his mother for approval. It didn’t seem right to leave her so quickly. But she smiled warmly and indicated to go with Meg. There’d be time enough to catch up later, she affirmed: three more days before the flight yalova escort ‘home’ to Manila. Her parting touch on his shoulder was tender and loving.

In the short space of time it took to wander from lounge to living room, Matthew had learned that Meg was the eldest of his four sisters. Actually they were all half sisters, each with a different father. His mother, it seemed, had been something of a slut – Meg’s words not his – in her youth. That tied in with what his father had alluded to.

Yet despite his outward air of confidence, Matthew baulked at the words, especially coming from the mouth of a sweet young girl, even if she did happen to be two years his senior. For the truth was Matthew had led a sheltered life, his sole sexual experience at the hands of Mae-Lin, his father’s Filipino maid. Pushing fifty, Mae-Lin was not the stuff of a teen boy’s fantasy, but sex was sex to a lonesome individual who had reached adulthood still a virgin.

Meg introduced Jo who was the second eldest of the girls, and a year Matthew’s senior. With short spiky boyish hair and eschewing make-up, she was not unattractive though in the company of three beauties she did not shine.

“This is Beth,” announced Meg, moving along the line.

A dusky skinned girl in the last year of teenage, Beth pursed her lips in greeting, her half-caste toning attesting to his mother’s penchant for black guys that Matthew’s bigoted father had taken to the grave. It was the catalyst that forced his father to flee England for the Philippines with Matthew in tow twenty years ago. Yet if his father had seen the fruits of the relationship, surely he’d have proffered a different opinion, for Beth was by far the most stunning of the four, her mocha tinted skin as smooth as rayon.

The last of the quartet was yet another little beauty with golden hair in ringlets and a pair of piercing ocean-blue eyes behind rectangular spectacles. “You must be Amy,” pre-empted Matthew, displaying a limited yet serviceable knowledge of the work of Louisa May Alcott.

Amy smiled in greeting.

“Amy’s the baby,” enlightened Meg.

“Am not,” Amy retorted, screwing up her pretty features. “I’m eighteen in two days time,” she said proudly.

“You’re still the baby of the family,” Beth retorted, an impish twinkle in her deep brown eyes as she tried to impress the new family member.

Amy pouted and folded her arms.

Given that none of the girls knew Matthew’s father, the grief that was overbearing elsewhere in the house was in short supply. And that suited Matthew just fine. Having had to endure two days of his grandparents’ hurt on top of his own, he craved an escape. The funeral done and dusted and the dead laid to rest it was time to look forward in a more positive vein.

Matthew would have loved to get to know them better but, at that moment, he was whisked away to the garden by grandpa to be introduced to other distant relatives. He smiled dutifully, soaking up the sympathy like a sponge until finally he was set free. Torn between spending some time with his newfound sisters or heading off away from the house for some peace and quiet, he elected for solitude.

The garden small and compact, it was what it gave way to captured Matthew’s attention. Standing at the perimeter, he could actually hear water trickling the other side. Hopping up and over the brick wall, immediately he began to descend alarmingly down a dusty slope, feet unable to gain a grip and pulling up only at the last moment before his new shoes dipped in the meandering stream.

On the other side of the watery expanse a thicket of trees rustled. The city dweller could barely believe his eyes. This was tranquil and fresh, in stark comparison to the humdrum and stifling urban existence he’d become acclimatised to in Manila. Only now did it register on Matthew that two decades of his life had been wasted and never brought back. Despite everything, he couldn’t help but feel resentful of his father.

Locating a log that had been laid across the stream as a makeshift bridge, Matthew hopped across. Heading towards the wood, twigs beneath his feet made a wondrous sound as they snapped, whilst covert crickets chirped a cacophony. So exhilarating to be away from the claustrophobic and choking funeral party, his only regret was being lumbered with a suit and tie. Loosening at the neck, he worked the tie free and popped open the top button of the shirt that had seriously constricted the flow of oxygen.

Matthew felt free at last, in so many ways.

He could happily have stripped off all the clothes of conformity and gambolled around in just his boxer shorts. Yet Matthew had been raised a conservative fellow, unaccustomed to nudity. Mae-Lin was the first and only woman he’d witnessed naked. That merely intensified the longing for a girl his own age to strip naked, to let him touch her firm breasts and do all the things that horny edirne escort twenty-year olds dream of. A sagging middle-aged woman hardly bore comparison.

It was just as well he didn’t allow the newfound lack of inhibition to run riot, for at that moment a gentle yet urgent whirring sound filled the air. Stepping off the path at the last moment, he felt a whoosh as a muscled and tanned guy, clad in lycra and sporting a baseball hat, flashed by on a mountain bike.

Ten seconds later, a second bike passed. This time the rider was female. Struggling to keep up with her male cycle buddy, the girl’s cute backside was raised as she stood down hard on the pedals in flip-flops, puffing and panting as the forest floor stifled her progress like it was made of treacle.

Stopping up ahead to wipe a forearm across a moistened brow, she turned briefly to glance at Matthew, offering a half-smile through the pain. Her breasts that heaved at a cream coloured tank top looked like they craved to be squeezed. Before there was time to return the compliment, however, she was gone, her arse bobbling seductively.

The peace restored, Matthew’s only companions in the forest during a mile-long stroll were the birds that hid furtively in the trees, the squirrels that slid smoothly through the undergrowth like creepers and the watchful crickets keeping time like a metronome. Reaching a clearing, Matthew contemplated getting back to the house. Yet he was drawn by a sixth sense down an almost hidden path that would take him even farther away from his destination. Glancing down, he noted its dusty surface scored by two thin tyre tracks.

Following the trail for another mile, once more the distant sound of water rippling was audible. It was then that the tyre trail ended, two bikes hastily discarded on their sides a few feet away. His eyebrows elevated at the discovery of a discarded white Adidas trainer, then another a few feet on. Next was a balled-up black sock, then another. Continuing in some Hansel and Gretel-style trail, the breadcrumbs substituted for items of clothing, Matthew encountered a pair of flip-flops, then a lime green lycra top, shorts and a baseball cap. More intriguingly, he discovered a ruffled-up tank top, accompanied by a throbbing feeling between his legs.

It became even more intense upon spying what could only be described as the Holy Grail: a skimpy bra and thong set in matching lilac. Reaching down, Matthew caught hold of the thong, bringing the crotch to his nose and breathing in deeply. It reeked of intoxicating pussy juice. A more subtle aroma than the stench that seemed to be ingrained in his fingers for days after playing with Mae-Lin, Matthew felt his entire body quake with desire. This was young female in her sexual prime.

Slowing, he tiptoed towards another clump of trees, through which the stream down below swelled into a wide bowl like a private swimming pool. Able to creep closer, tree by tree, he heard voices, breath held tight. Visible from the waist up, the couple frolicked in the stream. Mesmerised, Matthew couldn’t take his eyes off the girl’s breasts, big and bouncy with droplets of water clinging to the expanse of flesh. A sight to behold – only the second naked woman he’d ever set eyes upon – Matthew had to shift position to attain comfort, the throbbing in his groin an unwelcome distraction.

But things would get better, much better. Without warning the boyfriend ducked down, disappearing beneath the black marble surface. The scene before Matthew lapsed into freeze-frame as suddenly the girl squealed, her legs taken from beneath her. Riding momentarily on the guy’s strong shoulders, a squeal rang out as she was bucked clear, flashing the briefest snatch of pubic hair before she hit the water. Yet despite its ephemeral nature, the image of that pretty pussy was imprinted on Matthew’s brain like a lingering filament.

Surfacing, the girl shot a look that was stern yet playful. The pair grappled, sinking below the surface before emerging in a heated embrace. Their lips smacked purposefully before tongues made exploratory manoeuvres within. Matthew found himself rooted to the spot, a hand brushing across his crotch, guiltily appraising the semi-hardness. He was sorely tempted to masturbate, such was the effect the couple were having on him.

Just as well he didn’t follow his urge, for at that moment Matthew discovered he and the couple were no longer alone in their reverie. “They sent me to find you,” clarified Meg, causing her younger brother’s face to turn a spectral white and perspire profusely as his eyes darted from Meg to the lovers like a spectator at a tennis match. “Did you, um, want to be alone?”

More terrified of discovery by the couple than of discovery by Beth of his guilty secret, Matthew pursed his lips and placed an upright finger to them, craving quiet. Easing up close to see what held his attention so raptly, Meg gasped erzurum escort hoarsely. “Matthew!”

“Shush,” he said, arms flapping.

They exchanged furtive glances before Meg moved in front to gain a more favourable pitch. In doing so, his eldest sister’s arse brushed the partial erection, thankfully enclosed behind suit trousers and boxers yet nonetheless causing Matthew to staunch a groan. A cheeky glance up and aside as the shaft slotted cosily in the groove, Meg relaxed into her long lost brother’s big strong chest. Chin dipping to rest upon her crown, Matthew towered over the girl, fixing his gaze once more on the courting couple, hands hanging redundantly by his sides.

He could feel his heartbeat thumping into Meg’s shoulder as the couple up ahead petted furiously. Growing tired of the water, the guy lifted the girl into his arms and climbed from the stream, dripping wet. Meg pushed back as if scared they might be discovered, yet Matthew remained rooted, the sudden movement rubbing his foreskin as it fitted ever more snugly into the accommodating groove.

The lovers moved to within twenty paces, blissfully ignorant of their audience. Unashamedly exposed to the elements, they seemed unfazed by a slight chill in the air, illustrated on the girl’s erectile nipples. Matthew could hardly take his eyes off them, except to gaze down longingly at the gorgeous and smoothly shaven pussy in matching pink. At the same time, Meg’s eyes were fixed firmly to a thick cock that swung impressively between the guy’s legs.

As Matthew’s hands hung idly, Meg moved hers behind to rub his buttocks. Forgetting they were brother and sister, instinctively Matthew began to move his groin in time. Both could, however, be forgiven the dalliance for there’d barely been time for it to sink in properly that were brother and sister. Not that they were – in the conventional sense at least. Parted for two decades, there was no emotional bond between the pair, just a sprinkling of shared DNA. That and the fact they were two exceedingly horny twenty-somethings seemed to excuse their actions.

And it wasn’t just Matthew. Meg purred as she moved her arse all over his stiffening cock, and that seemed to make things okay. She was as complicit as he.

Up in the clearing the guy had succeeded in working his cock up into a savage looking beast, sprouting proud in all its circumcised glory. The girl moved in stealthily on all fours like a prowling tigress, tongue running seductively around the inner circumference of her lips. Leaning back upon his elbows, chest inflated, the guy reached out for his girlfriend’s hair, ensnaring a set of fingers in the brunette tangles and wrestling her face close to that outstanding appendage. Dipping her head, the girl smiled as her tongue tip touched his balls lightly before licking all the way up the rampant shaft. At the crest she licked the eye lovingly before enveloping the engorged head with a succulent mouth.

Matthew felt Meg’s body tense against his and her breath begin to quicken, a guilt-ridden glance his way before settling back down on his cock and rolling it between her arse cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. If Matthew closed his eyes, he could envisage the act minus the layers of clothing that prevented the hard cock splitting the petals of her soft moist pussy. Meg felt it too, clamping her thighs tight to rub her aroused cunt lips together.

Hands still hanging idly by his sides, Matthew felt the overwhelming urge to feel her tits. Yet he hesitated, wracked by doubt. As if to prompt some action, Meg arched her back and pushed out her delightfully pert chest like a rooster. A pair of thick nipples strained at the front of the light blouse and threatened to pop the buttons. The outline of a lacy half cup bra beneath the blouse sent Matthew crazy with desire and, shaking like an arthritic, his hands elevated. It was as if suddenly he’d been possessed and nothing could stop it from happening. As Meg held her breath in heightened anticipation Matthew’s palms covered the soft orbs, fingers reflexing.

The effect on Meg was startling, eliciting an audible breathy squeal that very nearly gave them away. Yet the couple were so engrossed in their own lustful games that it went unchecked. Adjusting, Matthew ran his thumbs around each teat, tracing small circles. Scared of what she might unleash, Meg’s front teeth embedded firmly in the bottom lip, eyes screwed tight as the feeling between her thighs liquefied.

Up ahead, the guy had arrived at the throes of ecstasy, the girl anxious to join him. Running a hand down her spine and backside, she plunged two fingers deep into her gaping cunt as she continued to deepthroat her boyfriend with vigour. Sucking and licking, she frigged her pussy wildly, inducing an intense orgasm and a light spray from her cunt that hung momentarily in the air like a sprinkle of perfume. Simultaneously the guy began to exhale, his face contorting like he’d stood on a wasp.

The girl felt the first telltale jerk, tossing back her head and finishing him off with a blurring fist. Cum ejected like foam from a fire hose, looping in the air and peppering the girl’s face and tits. She kept labouring away until every last drop had been drained and the once impressive cock melted in her hand.

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Sofia Ramirez growled in frustration and resisted the urge to lay on her horn. Someone must be dead, it was the only possible explanation for the horrific traffic that had turned her usual fifteen minute commute into an hour plus ordeal, and she still wasn’t anywhere near her home. And Duane had stopped responding to her texts. She was soooooo horny and now there probably wasn’t even time for her desperate booty call. Isabella was supposed to be meeting her at the house in fifteen minutes. An hour would have been plenty of time for Duane to scratch her itch, and not nearly enough time to re-litigate all of their many issues. But five or ten minutes was not going to be enough. At least not for her. Duane would probably still expect a treat. He had left work for the promise of…god she had promised big to get him to leave work. But she was sooooo horny, and his cock was so big. And for all the many things that she and her ex-husband were very bad at, fucking was not one of them.

She had been good. She had not gone back to the Duane well many times in the year since they’d officially ended it. But occasionally, when she was really hard up, he was convenient and willing. And she was really hard up since her step-father had passed. Something about that funeral had made Sofia more horny than sad. All week she’d been thinking about calling Duane…and about fucking her boss, and her neighbor, and her best friend Allison, and her personal assistant and his girlfriend. Fuck, she had been thinking about doing just about everyone she met. But she’d held off and been conflicted and finally in a desperate gasp had sent Duane a picture of her pierced clit and a time and a promise of all her holes if he was there and already hard when she got home. Sofia had left work with enough time to get good and truly screwed before she and Isabella had to leave to meet their mother at this ridiculous ski chalet. Sofia had even texted Isabella to come a little later to give herself a little extra time with Duane’s pussywrecker and she’d confirmed (this time with a pic of her very elongated nipples) that Duane was on his way. And then she’d sat in traffic and now there was not going to be enough time!

For a while, Duane had responded to her constant stream of desperate, horny, deranged texts, first with a pic of his enormous dick, hard and ready for her, then with humor and finally with annoyance. Now he had stopped responding. He was going to be pissed and considering he’d probably given up paying work to meet her, she’d owe him.

Sofia considered whether there was anything she could do if she got home in the next five minutes. She could bend over his lap and let him give her a spanking on her big round ass. He clearly believed she’d had that coming for some time now. She could jam as much of his cock down her throat as possible and hold it there, massaging it with her tongue and throat while jacking the rest with her hand until she as near passing out. She could not answer the door when her sister knocked and instead be bent over, naked from the waste down, hands on the door while Duane fucked the shit out of her pussy while listening to her sister get more and more frustrated that Sofia wasn’t answering the door and laughing at Sofia’s attempts to keep quiet. Oh god, she could strip in the car and then walk to the door naked and ring the bell and see if he would even let her in, or instead yell abuse at her and demand that she masturbate for his amusement on the doorstep while at any moment Isabella might show up.

Fuck, her panties were drenched. The leather seat was wet. The car smelled like a porno set. Thinking about Duane beating her across the face with his long hard cock, smearing his precum on her lips and hair, Sofia tugged down her panties to mid thigh and attacked her clit and pussy. Moaning in the car, Sofia looked right and saw an older man paying no attention to her while she fucked herself in traffic. Looking left, she saw a

nicely dressed white woman about Sofia’s age, considering her curiously. She didn’t think it was obvious what she was doing, but as she made eye contact with the woman, Sofia wanted it to be. Pretending not to look at her fellow commuter, Sofia continued to stroke her fiery hot clit with one hand, while taking the other off the steering wheel to heft her generously sized tit. urfa escort Squeezing and mashing, Sofia snuck a look back at the woman, who was smiling ear to ear. “I thought so,” she mouthed and winked. Sofia moaned at the encouragement and pulled the low cut neckline of her dress down further to expose her big fat tit. She rolled and pinched the exposed nipple and it got quite long and sensitive and clearly visible to her new friend. Sofia glanced up and the woman smirked at her and mouthed the words “naughty whore.”

Sofia needed more. Her orgasm wasn’t building, despite the audience. She slipped the panties the rest of the way down her thighs and off her feet. Looking directly at her new friend, who stared mouth agape, Sofia crammed the little pink thong into her mouth. It was wet, and a little acrid, but also juicy and she loved having a mouth full of sex flavors, even if they were her own. Sofia sucked her juices out of the panties, while squeezing her nipple and rubbing her now soaking wet clit. Sofia stared at her new friend as she desperately pleasured herself. The woman’s eyes were sort of lidded, her mouth open, and Sofia thought she might see just the barest glisten of drool on her lips. Also, the woman had a hand down her slacks, which were tenting obscenely as the woman touched herself.

Watching the woman’s head loll back, Sofia finally felt her pleasure start to build, start to spread from her clit to her wet hole up her belly to her nipples and throughout her breasts. Sofia imagined Duane fucking her fellow driver in the mouth while forcing Sofia to lick on his funky asshole and she was getting really close to getting off when suddenly

the world erupted in honking horns and she opened her eyes to find clear road in front of her. Dragging her hands away from her puss, Sofia put her car in gear and more desperate than ever, sped home, her tit and pussy exposed in the very funky confines of her car.

Sofia needed to be fucked, hard, and she needed it now. The back of her head buzzed, her clit throbbed, and her cunt felt like a bottomless pit of need. As she sped home, Sofia jammed two and then three fingers into her sloppy cunt. The seat was a mess but she didn’t care. She didn’t know what she’d do if Duane was no longer at the house. Maybe her dildo? Or her older neighbor. Or maybe that teenage kid down the road. Fuck. Someone would have to be around to give her the dick. She couldn’t face the drive up to the chalet, couldn’t face her petite little over-sexed sister’s stories of threesomes in the pool and lesbian orgies in the nurse breakroom, really couldn’t face her gorgeous stepsister Carly’s big pouty lips if she didn’t get off first. Sofia was trying to get her whole hand between her legs as her house came into view. Duane’s car was in the driveway! Sofia pulled the car half up onto the curb in the front yard, jumped out of the car, and ran to the house. With a grace born of some amazing horny superpower, Sofia shed her dress and bra at nearly a full run, leaving them lying on the front lawn and in the bushes respectively, as she pushed open the front door and screamed “Come fuck me you big-cocked piece of shit, I’ve never needed it more.”

For a moment, everything was perfect. Duane was standing naked not fifty feet from the front door, his big hard black body glistening with sweat, lusty eyes staring right at her. It was only when his look of lust flashed to the fuck-she-caught-me look that she knew far too well that Sofia even registered the rest of the scene. First she realized that since even before she opened the door she had been hearing a high, sweet voice saying, “oh, papi, deeper, deeper oh, your big throbbing dick feels so good in my tiny little puntahole”, and the like. Then, after her declaration, after the soaring thrill of Duane’s naked body, Sofia saw beautiful mocha skin and a near flawless, round heart-shaped ass squeezed and bulging obscenely in Duane’s enormous black hands, the flesh literally rippling as he mercilessly pounded her sister’s asshole. Sofia collapsed to her knees, the front door still wide open, as Isabella, cheek pressed into the hardwood floor by the force of Duane’s thrusts, looked up at her and whined, “oh Sofie, he’s so big, he’s so hard, oh he feels so good. I just keep cumming and he keeps balıkesir escort pounding, I hope he never stops.” Saliva pooled on the floor by her mouth, and her eyes threatened to roll back in her head.

Sofia could not clear her head. Sex filled her nose, the pornagraphically proportioned bodies of her ex-husband and sister filled her eyes, her pussy still ached with the need to be stuffed full. She crawled to her sister, her head buzzing crazily and her voice a mumbled whisper, “Izzy, he was for me, I needed that dick, I needed it so bad. I still need it baby, please.” Isabella shook her head as much as she could, and began pushing her ass back to meet Duane’s thrusts. Duane looked back and forth between the women and continued to pummel Isabella’s warm velvety asshole. The guilty look faded from his eyes and he watched Sofia until she met his stare. “You were late, so you’ll have to wait. If you want any dick, you’ll come over here and lick my nuts while I finish with your sister.”

Sofia knew that she shouldn’t…well, actually, in that moment all she knew is that sounded like the fucking hottest idea imaginable. In a blink she was licking his sack wetly, saliva running down her face and coating his hanging balls. Duane’s nuts were big and hairy and when Sofia managed to cram one in her mouth, it filled the space, sitting salty and funky on her tongue as she gently sucked it. Her hands massaged his legs and ass, feeling the hard muscle and his violent thrusts. She licked his musky taint, the firm globes of his ass cheeks, and then the tops of his legs before returning to his nuts, her little pink tongue tickling and tasting his sweat slick skin.

After a moment, one of Duane’s big hands curled itself in her long dark hair and pulling insistently, brought Sofia to her feet. Duane slowed his thrusts, to long full strokes, Isabella cooing and gurgling on her knees. Duane whispered thickly in Sofa’s ear, “your sister’s pussy is down there, and it is hot and wet, and probably dripping all over the floor as she cums and cums on my dick. Get down there and stick your tongue so deep into that little cunthole that you feel my dick pumping in and out of her asshole. You lick her until she squirts in your mouth and I will finish up in your needy little puss, where my big fat dick belongs.” He bit her ear hard and Sofia moaned, gripping his shoulders, and pressing her whole naked body into him., her hips thrusting for just the barest hint of any part of him against her clit. But Duane pushed her away, and refocused on Isabella, spreading her knees wider and then slapping her ass, causing the younger woman to shake and moan.

Sofia sank to her knees by her sister’s face. Isabella’s eyes were closed, her mouth straining and grunting in time to Duane’s thrusts. Sofia pleaded with her sister, “Please Izzy, let me in. Tell him you’ve had enough. Go take a shower. Let me fuck him please.” Isabella opened her eyes, makeup running down her saliva-slick face, and looked right at her sister as she came again, head and body spasming, and she whispered back, “Not enough..ohoohoh…need more.” Then she reached back and spread her cheeks, her face against the floor taking the full weight of Duane’s thrusts and screamed “Fuck me more!”

Sofia felt her sister’s words slice through her brain and land like a slap exploding on her pussy. All she felt was pure, unbridled lust washing away all other thoughts. She slid across the floor, which was slick from Duane and Isabella’s rutting juices, and pressed her head between Duane’s legs, scooting her nakedness until the top of her head touched her sister’s belly. Sofia looked up and her sister’s bald, glistening cunt was right over her face. In that moment, Duane’s particularly violent thrust forced Isabella’s hips down and suddenly Sofia’s mouth was full of wet pussy. It was hot and tangy and god it tasted a little of semen and fuck, almost immediately Sofia couldn’t get enough. She took long licks from front to back and front again, she sucked Isabella lips, and shoved her tongue into her hole. The flavors of her sister’s cunt, and Duane’s juices, and sweat and sex filled Sofia’s mouth. Sofia’s hands found her sister’s thighs and held tight allowing her mouth to follow Isabella’s pussy as it moved back and forth trabzon escort in time with Duane’s thrusts.

Sofia made her tongue a little thin dick and let Duane fuck her sister pussy on and off it, until with her tongue as far as she could get it in her sister’s tight hole, Duane moaned and stopped thrusting, his dick fully sheathed in Isabella’s tight asshole. “Oh you dirty, siser-fucking whore, I can feel your nasty tongue. Lick my cock, you cunt, lick it through your sister’s puss. Lick the cock you say you hate. You need it so bad, you’re willing to fuck your sister to get it, you dirty lesbian sister-diddler.” Sofia licked and licked, desperate to feel Duane’s hardness and increasingly, desperate to keep tongue-fucking her sister. After a moment, Duane continued his thrusts, grunting and laughing.

Sofia found her sister’s clit and licked it slowly and then faster and faster, as she heard her sister’s muffled voice pleading, “oh, no Sofie, what are you doing, oh no, we don’t, you’re my…oh, FUCK, oh, no, no don’t stop oh, SOFIE, what are you doing, your tongue, oh god, so good, so wrong, oh, oohohoh, more please, faster, faster, oh, FUCK, don’t stop, no, god.” Sofia licked and licked and her sister’s voice got less and less coherent and shriller and shriller. Suddenly, the full weight of Isabella and Duane was on Sofia’s face and then it was very warm and very wet and then they were sliding off her onto the floor beside her. For a moment, Sofia tried to keep her tongue in her sister’s cunt, but then they were all lying on the floor and Isabella was shaking and moaning, and Duane’s dick was large and out and |her sister’s gaping asshole was empty.

“Fuck, I’m going to nut,” Duane shouted and then reached over and dragged Sofia by the hair to his wet smelly cock, before almost immediately squirting semen all over her face and hair, coating her liberally in his white gooey seed. After a moment, Sofia licked the big fat head, and then took the still squirting cock into her mouth, ovaling her mouth wide, tasting all manner of flavors, and swallowing the remainder of his load, trying desperately to keep it hard enough to fuck.

But his monster shrank and became flaccid and Duane pushed her off, mumbling about it being too sensitive. Sofia tried to hold onto him, tried to draw him back into her open mouth, but in moments, he was up hunting for clothes and as Sofia, shaking, desperate, pleaded, “you promised, you said you would fuck me, you made me and you promised and…”, but he was dressed and slamming the front door which had remained wide open ever since Sofia had returned home. As Sofia whimpered and collapsed in a heap next to her sister, she heard his car peeling out of the driveway.

Sofia lay on the wood floor of the foyer of her house, coated with the cum of her sister and her ex-husband, every nerve in her body tingling crazily, her head buzzing, her clit literally throbbing, and she looked over at her sister, who opened her eyes and smiled at Sofia. “Oh Sofie, that felt so good Sofie, soooo good. I’m sorry he didn’t fuck you baby. He said you’d told him to come over. I asked what for and he blushed, the silly man. I eventually got it out of him, how you’d booty-called him like a naughty slut, how you’d promised him all your holes and then you were late. God, I don’t know why I’m talking like this, I think that big thick cock, or maybe your little pink tongue, brain damaged me. He showed me your nasty texts and I was sitting right next to him and he was already hard and he smelled so good and I’d always had sort of a thing, and I’ve been so so so so horny and I just couldn’t or maybe really didn’t want to help myself. I told him he could choose one of my holes while he waited.

He tried my mouth first, but after awhile he wasn’t sure if that’s the one he really wanted, so he tried my itchy little cunnyhole, and god he stretched me so wide and filled me up, but he couldn’t be sure that was the one he wanted, so he tried my mouth again, and the after I almost choked on his dick, he stuck it deep into my tight little asshole and well, that you got to see how much he liked that. Oh, Sofie, are you touching yourself. God, it was so nasty what you did to me, licking your own sister’s pussy, that was so bad, but fuck it felt so good. Have you always wanted to eat my hole? Did you lay in bed as a teenager and think about me touching myself in the next room? That’s actually incredibly hot, now I kinda want you to do it again. No other girl has licked me like that. Oh, yes, YES, that’s it. Cum, you filthy sister-lover. Oh, Oh, that looked nice. Goddamn. How are we going to go see mom and the girls now?”

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CFNM Randy Summers St Patrick’s Day

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CFNM Randy Summers St Patrick’s Day Bartender.

(I still have the green hat in the closet)

A few weeks before St. Patrick’s Day, I got a call from a gal who had seen my CFNM Party planning website.

She was doing a St. Pat’s party and wanted something special and more titillating for her guests. It was going to be a mixed party of men and women and she wanted to be sure that I did that sort of thing. If you have read any of my stories you know that I am glad to perform naked in almost any circumstance. I am mostly straight but the exhibitionist in me enjoys mixed groups.

There would be food, corned beef sandwiches and such, lots of green beer and drinks made with Midori or Crème De Menthe and even Margaritas (with a bit more green food coloring), even a bit of Irish music mixed in with more generic dance music.

To add to the fun she had green masks and party hats and lots or green Mardi Gras style beads. There were even some novelty items like green plastic backscratchers and shamrock key chains as party favors.

She was planning the evening to get a bit more risqué later, and wanted me to plan my wardrobe to be a “reveal”. That is to start fully dressed in an appropriate themed costume, and lose pieces as the evening wore on. She encouraged me to be as inventive and erotic as I wished in my costume choices for the latter part of the evening.

I had time to shop online and find some fun stuff for the party. It isn’t easy finding green thongs and such, but I managed. It also gave me some time to use plenty of self tanning moisturizer. I don’t like being too pale when I work in the nude. I also try to do a few barbell exercises to “pump” my arms and chest a bit before heading to a party.

I arrived the evening of the party to set up, finding that the caterer had done most of that…I would only need to bartend and waiter a bit by passing around trays of food.

To start the evening I was wearing green slacks with green suspenders, a green vest, no shirt, a green bow tie, green felt hat and an arm garter with a shamrock. I also had on a green thong and a pair of sheer green shorts under the green slacks.

As promised there was plenty of food and drink and as guests arrived things were off to a good start. The hostess (her name was actually Patty…how appropriate) and I had pre-arranged that she would tell her guests that we had been dating a bit and I had agreed to help with the party. She figured if the crowd thought I was something of a “fuck buddy” she would have a good excuse to flirt and fondle me during the evening. That way I could also take more breaks and perhaps dance with her and some of the other guests if they so desired.

Sure enough, as the guests started to get a bit lubricated, my hostess decided to start the fun. We were dancing and she decided it was time for me to start stripping. As we danced, she unbuttoned my vest and removed it, exposing my bare chest and suspenders. She admonished me in front of the company to get back to the bar and make some more drinks. This actually helped me fill my tip jar a bit faster.

I returned to my “duties” making cocktails and passing plates of food. A few of her girlfriends found excuses to touch my chest, arms or butt as I worked around the room.

My hostess came over to the bar and announced to the crowd that she thought that my skin was looking a bit dry. She produced a bottle of baby oil and led me to the center of the room. She sensuously lowered my suspenders and proceeded to drizzle oil on me. This is always a big turn-on for me, and I could tell that while some of the guests were a bit uncomfortable, many were enjoying the sight.

We actually kissed and “made out” a bit while she coated me with oil, which was very erotic. She turned me around, slapped my butt and had me go back to my bartending.

I continued making more drinks and flirting with the party guests. Several of the gals managed to cop a feel of my oiled chest while ordering drinks. This was also very good for my tip jar. Patty came up to the bar with one of her girlfriends, Sue, and while I was refilling their drinks they were chatting.

“Randy is kinda cute. I didn’t know you were dating.”

“Not so much dating as the occasional booty call.”

“Oh. So you two aren’t really a couple or anything. I was just wondering. You usually go for men with dark hair.” Sue was eyeing my glistening Pecs and abs.

“Well, the attraction is that Randy has one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen.”

“Is it REALLY?

Patty was running her hands around my chest and abs and flicking my nipples. “I think it must be 9 or 10 inches, very slim and straight.”

There was a bit of a lineup of guests at the bar as this was going on and I was attempting to get drinks made.

Both gals had come behind the bar and were running their hands on me as they talked. I felt the blood starting to flow to my groin. Listening to two women talking about my dick was starting to get me hard.

Some of the mersin escort other lady guests had overheard the discussion about my equipment and were lingering at the bar even after I had refreshed their drinks. One of the gals asked “Can we see it?”

With that Patty went for the front of my slacks, unzipped them and pulled them down. There was a general groan of disappointment to see that I was wearing sheer green shorts and my privates were covered by a green thong.

Sue laughed. “Patty you bitch. You knew I couldn’t resist!”

“That’s right…I know you too well. You love cock!”

“Does this mean I don’t get to see it? ’cause that sucks!”

Several other ladies chimed in to repeat that sentiment.

“Randy is VERY playful. We’ll see what the evening brings.”

Sue and several of the other ladies looked very determined to get a look at all my “goods”.

As I served more drinks and made the rounds with a food tray I noticed that the guests, the ladies in particular were staring at my thong. It had a special feature, a built-in elastic cock ring of sorts that pushed my cock and balls very forward, making me look big and hard even when I wasn’t. I seemed to be producing the desired effect. The excitement of all these women staring at my crotch helped my thong bulge even more. I was indeed starting to feel very playful.

Sue asked me to dance. She was cute and blonde and buxom, which I like a lot. They were playing a slow song, so Sue used it as an excuse to rub against me, stroking my butt and rubbing against my crotch, which was swollen from the attention. As we swayed, she began toying with the waistband of the sheer shorts, and quickly pulled them down. This put her at eye level with my now very bulging thong.

“Wow!” she said as she grabbed hold of my cock and balls and gave a firm squeeze.

Some of the other gals laughed and a few applauded. Some of the men looked uncomfortable, some envious.

She even gave my package a few tugs, which made it swell even more.

Patty interrupted her recreation.

“Now, now Sue, I did ask Randy here to help with the party.”

A gal in the back yelled, “He IS helping with the party!” Several guests laughed.

“Maybe later he’ll show us more if you all want him to.” There were a few shouts of affirmation.

I returned to my duties as bartender/waiter. As I made the rounds more than one guest, one or two males and most of the females managed to sneak a grope at my crotch.

I needed a bathroom break. Sue headed me off in the hallway.

“You know I want to see what you’ve got.” She pressed against me and kissed me, which aroused me of course. She began tugging at the waistband of my thong, trying to dislodge me.

Patty came along and stopped her.

“My, my you are the slut tonight, aren’t you?’

“You got that fucking right.” She laughed. “You know big dicks make me crazy!”

“Now I want Randy to be a tease for the gang. The uptight ones will leave early and we’ll see what happens later. Now try to behave a little.”

Sue turned and left the hall, more determined than ever to see my goods.

“So Patty, are you pleased with how my bartending is going?”

“Very. The horny ones can’t keep their eyes off your crotch and the uptight ones are cringing. It’s fabulous.”

“Cool. I was going to change to a more see-thru thong, if you think its time to get more risqué.”

“Yes. It will send the party-poopers running home and leave the real partiers.”

I went to her bedroom where I had placed my costumes and got out of my cock ring thong. I was very glad it was elastic as my dick pretty hard from all the attention. If it had been a metal cock ring I don’t think I could have gotten it off.

As I picked up the next thong, green again, but with a very sheer mesh pouch that hid nothing from view, I heard the door open and close behind me. I turned around and instinctively covered my crotch with my hands, fully expecting to see Sue.

It was my hostess, Patty.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No problem. I was almost expecting Sue. I guess I’m making her horny. Is anything wrong? Am I doing what you wanted for the party?”

“Oh yes, absolutely so far. When we talked, you did say that you were willing to go “full monty”.”

“No problem. Just let me know when you think the guests are ready. I have one or two more thongs to wear that are fun”.

“Great. You know, although you did email your pictures when we planned the party, I never did get to see you, I mean all of you, in person.”

“Why no, we didn’t do the interview in person”. I was still standing there with my hands covering my crotch.

“Before I allow you to unveil yourself to my guests, I think I should see what I’m paying for, don’t you?’

“Yes, of course, you have every right to approve what your guests get to see. You are the hostess and therefore in charge of everything”.

“Then take your kocaeli escort hands away from your crotch so I may see everything.”

Our eyes locked and I did as I was told.

She circled me, running her hands along my shoulders, back, arms and butt. This naturally got my cock to rise. There’s just something so erotic about being naked and scrutinized by a woman who is fully clothed. I could feel my cock rising to feel hardness as she stared at me.

“Yes that is impressive. My guests will be truly amazed. I think you need more oil now; you look a bit dry in spots. You look really hot all wet and shiny. And what were you going to wear next?”

I reached into my gym bag and produced the green see-through thong, and as I did a brown bottle of poppers fell out and onto the floor.

“That’s very festive. I like how you followed the St. Patrick’s Day theme with all the green. And I see you like poppers” she laughed. “Don’t be so surprised I know what they are, and what they do.”

“Poppers are a weakness, I do enjoy them”.

I reached for the baby oil, but Patty grabbed it away from me.

“Since I’m paying for it I should make sure everything looks right.”

She had me stand with my arms out at my sides and my legs spread apart. She proceeded to oil me again starting with the chest and arms, butt, and then the legs starting at the ankles and working slowly up my thighs toward my crotch. I’m sure it was an odd sight with me naked except for a green felt hat, green bow tie, shamrock arm band and a raging hard-on.

“Take a hit of poppers”.

I did as instructed. As the head rush hit, she began applying baby oil to my balls and cock. I groaned with the sensation of pleasure as she stroked my throbbing shaft. I was very turned on and my cock was starting to leak pre-cum.

“Now, now” she squeezed my balls firmly “I don’t want you to come just yet. We’ll save that for a big finale.”

My cock managed to back off from what would have been an orgasm. I do enjoy a bit of “edging”. The whole scene was making me very horny and very exhibitionistic.

“Now let’s get you in that see thru thing”.

She watched in amusement as I struggled to fit my still hard cock into the pouch. I was thankful for stretch spandex. As I said it was so sheer I might as well have been nude, but the fact that there was still a bit of fabric shielding me from full view added to the eroticism.

Patty grabbed me by the hand and pulled me back out into the party. The thong left NOTHING to the imagination and had the desired effect. The more uptight guests said their good-byes leaving the more adventurous party-goers.

I was becoming less involved in bartending and waitering, the guests were happy helping themselves at this point. I was instead somewhat in demand as a dance partner. The gals were getting very bold, and I was getting groped very openly. A few of their dates looked on with chagrin, hoping to reap the benefits of my getting their dates “turned on”.

I was chatting with one of the female guests, she was asking about my party services and I gave her my business card. We talked about my possibly doing a birthday party for a friend of hers. All the while she kept running her fingernail up and down the front of my cock through the sheer green fabric. The increasing bulge in the thong told her that I was enjoying the attention.

I spotted Patty and Sue off in a corner giggling. I’m sure they were up to something and I figured it involved me. Patty came over to me and asked if I had any other costumes for the evening. I told her there was one more if she so desired. She asked me to bring it to her.

I headed for the bedroom and retrieved it. In keeping with the theme, it was neon green. It was shaped to fit the ball sack and erect cock with a thin, transparent mesh, and snug enough to massage the shaft and keep the wearer aroused with the cock sticking straight out in front. It made for an extremely blatant; some would say obscene, display.

I came out and handed it to Patty.

Patty called to her guests. “Has everyone been having fun?” The crowd laughed and applauded. “Has Randy been taking good care of you all?”

One gal piped up, “Yes…but he’s wearing too much clothing!”

Everyone laughed.

“Be patient, tramps. The night isn’t over yet. Are you ready for a little more fun?”

More laughter and catcalls from the crowd.

Most of the guests had gathered on one side of the large den we had been using for bar and food service. Patty and Sue each grabbed one of my arms and pulled me over to the other side of the room.

Sue had been hot to play with me all evening and now she and Patty were going to really have some fun in front of the crowd.

Patty grabbed my arms and pinned them behind me. Sue produced a bottle of poppers (it seems Patty had her own stash) and gave me a hit. They positioned me so the crowd couldn’t see my front, and Sue proceeded to remove samsun escort the thong I had been wearing.

I felt both sheepish and aroused and the crowd loved it.

Sue held out the next thong for all to see.

“I think this is supposed to be worn with a hard-on. Do we want to see it that way/”

Calls of “yea” and “damn right” came from the gals in the crowd.

“I want my guests to see Randy at his best. Perhaps Sue can help him out.”

More catcalls and applause form the crowd. Sue gave me another hit of poppers and knelt before me. Patty and Sue had me positioned so that the crowd couldn’t quite see what was happening, but from my squirming and writhing it was obvious Sue was giving me a hand job.

When Sue had me at “full mast” she had me step in to the waistband and slipped the thong over my equipment. The material was stretchy but snug enough to help keep me hard. It was designed to keep the cock shaft erect and pointing straight out from the body. The material so sheer it basically looked like I had painted my cock and balls a pale green! And yes, I still have on the green hat, green bow tie and shamrock armband. I looked like some demented and very raunchy leprechaun!

Patty and Sue led me over to where most of the other gal guests had gathered and pushed me into the crowd. This was met with lots of laughter and hooting. I became a very sought after dance partner with multiple gals surrounding, brushing up against me, groping, and a few even being so bold as to grab and stroke my cock. The sensation of having my cock stroked through the thin fabric was pretty wild!

Several of the gals started “decorating” me with those green St. Patrick’s Mardi Gras-style beads, draping them around my neck, and stuffing them into the waistband of my thong. One gal tossed a strand of beads and it landed over my cock. It was decided to play ring toss with my cock.

A bar stool was produced and I was seated, or rather perched in the center of the room. The edge of an area rug was deemed the toss line. Patty quickly came up with some rules.

One strand toss per try. The tosser had to stay behind the line. The beads had to encircle my cock. For a consistent target, the tosser could use whatever method she wished to be sure that the target was fully erect.

It would be the best 3 out of five for the contestants. I would have to do the winners bidding, as long as it wasn’t illegal or harmful.

The stool was placed just far enough away, and the gals were tipsy enough that it was no easy task to “ring” me. Each gal had her own method of keeping me “up” whether it be some kissing and making out, licking my neck and nipples, or stroking my cock and balls. I was so turned on that pre-cum was leaking profusely from the tip of my cock and drenching the sheer thong.

One of the gals, a lanky redhead noticed this as she came to take her turn and pointed it out to the crowd. This was met with hoots and catcalls and laughter. She then decided that she wanted a taste and before I realized what was happening she went down on me. It must have been a hot sight. I was all oiled and sweaty and shiny getting a very public blow job. The crowd was dead silent and watching, seemingly mesmerized. I imagine that most people don’t get to witness such a public blowjob. It’s not very often that I allow myself to be blown in so public a setting so I was intensely turned on. The feeling of her mouth on me through the fabric of the shaft covering was mind-blowing as well as cock blowing!

Patty came to break things up calling out “Don’t spoil the target…the game isn’t over.”

The smell of sex was noticeable in the room. By now most of the couples had gone, leaving what I assumed were single ladies. A few mixed couples were off in various corners making out, reaping the benefits of the sexually charged atmosphere. I was beginning to feel strangely vulnerable and wondered what the contest winner would want from me.

The game continued until there was a winner or should I say winners. Sue and the redhead had actually tied.

I looked over at Patty and motioned her to come over to me. I was very much in need of a break. Not only was I getting a case of “blue balls” I needed to pee very badly!

I got her ok to do so and that’s when the redhead piped up: “That’s what I want for my prize…I want to watch him pee…just like that…hard and while wearing that thong!”

Several of the other guests chimed in that it would be a sight worth seeing, so I got permission to go into the backyard and piss on the lawn.

The gals were not about to make this easy for me. My redhead and a couple of other gals insisted on touching my chest, thighs, and butt…which was keeping me aroused. I needed to pee so badly that I managed to shoot a good stream of piss through my hard-on. This was met with squeals of delight from the onlookers. The sheer mesh fabric of the thong proved no obstacle to an insistent torrent of piss.

I reached down to shake off the last drops, but the redhead grabbed my shaft and performed that task for me.

“I think its SOO hot that men can do that” she said. “My boyfriend won’t let me watch him do it. Thank you.”

“My turn…my turn” Sue chimed in as the gals pulled me back inside.

By now I was really exhausted, and I’m sure it showed.

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The Blackmailers Fall Ch. 04

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Note – this follows immediately after the end of chapter three, The Blackmailers Fall. I was just going to let the story end at part three – but then I realized that this story could end in a variety of ways. The last chapters are some of those endings. This one is what I like to think of as the ‘happy ending’. Enjoy!

Donna seeks out Robert and his massive cock, leaving Alice to enjoy Dan. Alice has Joe lay on his back on the floor; she gets on all fours straddling Joe with her pussy just above his face. Dan eagerly plows his cock into Alice’s sopping wet pussy doggy style.

“Oh yeah – fuck that pussy Dan. Can you do something for me? After you fill my sweet pussy hole full of your cream?”

Dan’s more interested in fucking than talking – but he answers. “Sure, god your cunt is so fucking hot. What do you want?” He slaps her ass then takes ahold of her hips, grinding his cock deep into her pussy. His balls dangle just in front of Joe’s face.

Alice turns to look over her shoulder, licks her lips and tells Dan “Shit sugar your cock feels good. I want you to let cum piggy clean your cock after you cum. Will you do that for me?” Alice starts to squeeze her pussy muscles as she talks, milking Dan’s cock as he works his cock in and out of her.

Dan grimaces while he looks into Alice’s eyes. “I kind of figured you and Donna were going to be heading there. Yeah the cum slut can lick my cock clean after I fill your cunt with my sperm. Which – oh yeah – will be very – oh you bitch…” Dan pummels his cock into Alice’s cunt hole then drives it deep while pulling her hips towards his belly.

“Shit fuck – oh fuck!” Dan’s cock erupts, jets of hot gooey semen spurt into Alice’s pussy. Dan holds her tight against himself as his orgasm subsides. He looks down, pulls his cock out of Alice’s pussy. “Here cum slut, get your mouth around that cock. Get that bad boy clean.”

Joe’s been keenly watching Dan’s cock sawing in and out of his wife’s pussy. At first he felt disinterested, apathetic, resigned to his fate. Then the smell of the hot juicy pussy just above him started to penetrate into his brain, exciting the more primitive parts. Joe heard Alice’s question to Dan – secretly he found himself to be thrilled by the idea.

Alice was right, the couple of videos of cuckolds cleaning their wives lovers he had seen on the net had been getting to him –his latest jerk off sessions were while watching those bookmarked sites. He had been catching himself daydreaming about what it would be like to have some guys cock in his mouth, being forced to clean the sperm and pussy juice off the dick that had just been in his wife’s cunt.

Joe watched with interest the set of balls above his head start to contract as the cock they were attached to plowed his wife’s cunt. Joe was finding himself wanting that big cock head in his mouth; he was getting a warm and horny feeling come over him as he began to anticipate Dan’s dumping a big juicy load into Alice’s pussy for him to eat.

Joe saw the cock above his head get buried to its balls in his wife’s pussy, heard Dan have his orgasm, felt the anticipation rise within when he saw the first trickle of juices ooze from between his wife’s cunt lips and the large cock buried so deeply in her hole.

He saw the cock get pulled out from the folds of his wife’s pussy – red, slimy with their juices. The hot smell of their fucking was getting him more excited and his sore, abused cock was becoming erect within the cage Alice and Donna had encased it in.

Dan’s cock is completely out and a mix of cum and pussy juice is dripping down from Alice’s pussy onto Joe’s face. Dan’s cock looms over Joe and he opens his lips and leans his head back – and takes the meaty head of Dan’s cock into his mouth. Joe closes his eyes while he sucks and licks the cock that had been fucking his wife’s cunt. He’s surprised as instead of feeling revulsion or disgust he’s enjoying the feel and the taste of Dan’s cock in his mouth.

Joe sucks and licks Dan’s cock and balls clean of the mix of his wife’s pussy juice and semen. He grabbed the base of Dan’s cock, moving it around so that he can get every inch of it spotless. Dan leans forward, offering is ball sack to Joe. Joe happily sucks each of Dan’s balls into his mouth for good measure. Dan finally pulls away to sit back on the couch while Joe goes to lick the remainder of cum from Alice’s pussy.

Donna is kneeling on the couch and Robert’s massive cock is buried deep into her pussy. She’s been moaning almost non-stop since Robert finally worked his cock completely into her cunt and started pumping in and out. She’s been watching Alice over her shoulder, and seeing Joe take Dan’s cock in his mouth sent her over the edge.

As her orgasm starts she pleads with Robert “Fill my cunt with your spunk – god you’re splitting me in two – I want – oh, oh – yeah I want your cum!” Robert pulls her back to him as his cock erupts deep inside Donna.

Alice adana escort sees that Robert is coming, gets up and tells Joe “Go over to Donna cum slut, she has a nice fresh load for you. Ask Robert if he’d like his magnificent cock and balls cleaned.” Joe gets to his hands and knees, crawls over to the couch.

Joe kneels next to Robert and looking up at him asks “Sir, can I please clean your cock and balls with my mouth?”

Alice walks over and says to Robert “Yes Robert, would you let the cum piggy lick your beautiful cock and balls clean?”

Robert looks down at Joe, then at Donna. “You people are getting weird. All right, Dan let him so what the fuck why not. Hey asshole get ready.” Robert gently pulls his softening cock out of Donna’s pussy, then turns facing Joe.

Joe reaches up and takes Roberts’s huge cock by the base and looks up saying “Thank you sir, my mistress will be very pleased.” Joe opens his mouth and licks the globs of cum and slimy mix of semen and pussy juice from Roberts cock head. Satisfied the massive cock head is clean Joe works along the shaft of Robert’s cock. Robert looks at Alice, telling her “Hey, Joe’s not bad. I’m sure as hell not gay, and if Dan hadn’t done it first I would never have let this asshole lick my cock. I got to say though, if I were to close my eyes – damn he’s not bad at all.”

Joe eagerly licks the greasy mix of sperm and cunt juice off of Robert’s cock and balls. He’s realized this is where his fetishes had been leading him to – why he found merely being a passive viewer of his wife being fucked by other men had been getting less and less interesting. He needed to do this, to serve his wife and her lover Donna. He finally understood that Ingesting the sexual fluids from their bodies was his way of worshipping them – and he was only doing the same thing as he cleaned their precious juices off the other cocks – the other males were mere entertainment; he would be the one to stay and show reverence to Alice’s and Donna’s womanhood.

His sense of apathy and depression gone, Joe happily served the foursome for the rest of the evening. Alice and Donna noticed the change in Joe, his eagerness to please, his desire to serve. The next morning after Dan and Robert tiredly left the apartment the two of them quietly talked, made some decisions and went about their day.

All the assets went into Alice’s name as she had intended, but she relented and didn’t divorce Joe. He became an industrious and steady employee, eager to please Donna his new boss. She devised a reward system whereby she would massage Joe’s prostate based on his performance – Joe did so well Donna was milking him twice a day. Joe happily drinks up the seminal fluid Donna produces and then saves into what she laughingly calls Joe’s shot glass.

Joe pleased Donna even more by helping her nephew discover himself sexually. After a few times of Joe happily sucking her nephews cock, and then in turn enticing the young man to fuck his now pliant ass – Donna’s nephew realized gay sex really wasn’t his thing.

Robert had moved on a couple days after what Alice and Donna kept calling ‘that awesome weekend’ – Dan stayed and true to their word whenever he called either or both of the ladies met with him. Joe was happy when it happened because was sure to have creamy treats to eat when they finished their ‘guest services’ as they began to call it.

And after Dan moved on, well – the ‘special guest services’ could and sometimes would be extended to the occasional discrete and attractive visitor.

Strangely enough, even the lawyer ended up happy with the situation, but not at first. Alice made an appointment with him shortly after ‘that awesome weekend’, and he wasn’t pleased. But he agreed to contact the men on the list who had been captured on video fucking Alice. The offer was simple – agree to a settlement of either comped time at the hotel for the next five years or to ‘special guest services’ for the same period of time. Not too surprisingly every man contacted agreed to the second – it seemed Joe lucked out. Most of the men on the list were married, in any event no one wanted to be involved in that kind of scandal – everyone had a job, a career or a public life to protect.

As to the lawyers bill – well that ended up in a bartered agreement. Alice hosted two ‘parties’ for the law firm. One was a slightly raunchy Christmas party for the law firm staff – the top floor of the hotel was provided gratis – the firm brought the food and drink.

The second party was partners only – with Alice, Donna and Joe acting as ‘hostesses’ for the weekend retreat. Joe had been getting prepared weeks in advance – by learning to walk in high heels, how to put on stockings, bra and garter belts. Alice had him taking an ever increasing amount of vitamins and other supplements. Donna stopped his prostate massage the week before the party, explaining that he would eskişehir escort be needing every drop of ejaculate he could produce for the event.

On the afternoon of the partners party Donna takes him to a salon where what bit of hair Joe had below the neck is waxed off; then his face gets professionally shaved baby smooth. There was a lot of giggling on the part of the technician when she saw Joe’s caged cock – Donna removed it for her after promising Joe his balls would receive a thrashing if he caused any embarrassment. They end the visit with him getting both a pedicure and manicure. Once completed Donna puts the cage back on him to the amusement of the other ladies in the spa, and on their return the three of them go to the upper floor where the party’s to be held and finish getting ready for their guests.

It was a quiet weekend at the hotel in terms of bookings, and Alice had her daughter Chloe scheduled to run the desk. The law firm was once again given the top floor for the partner’s party; with food, drink and various supplies having been delivered the previous afternoon. The three of them enter into one of the rooms and while Alice lays out the clothes they were to be wearing Donna gets Joe prepared. This is a weekend of many firsts for Joe – starting with the series of enemas Donna and Alice give him.

Joe got a warm soapy enema to start with, followed with a couple that Alice said were herbal mixes. Satisfied that he was cleaned out Donna first sternly admonishes Joe regarding touching himself, after which she removes the cock cage and has him shower. She keeps the shower curtain open so she could keep watch. Once clean and dry Donna leads him back to the bedroom where Alice lets them know the partners have arrived and are also getting ready in their own rooms. Then Alice goes into the bathroom for her own preparations.

Donna applies a bright red nail polish to Joe’s fingertips and toes. Finished she has him sit still to allow the polish to dry; and puts the cock cage back onto Joe’s privates. “There now, we don’t want the slut spoiling things.” She leaves to join Alice in the bathroom, where they help each other with douching and their own enemas. Alice takes her shower while Donna finishes her last enema.

Alice towels herself dry, then taking Donna’s place she applies makeup to Joe’s face. She begins with a dark black mascara to his eyes and finishes with bright red lipstick to his lips. Alice dabs perfume on his neckline, wrists, behind his ears and the back of his knees. Satisfied with how Joe looks Alice puts a neon blue glam wig on him – the bangs meet just over his eyebrows and the sides sweep down to his shoulders.

Alice points Joe to the clothes he’ll be wearing, then starts to put on her own makeup. Joe rolls a pair of black stockings that end about mid-thigh up each leg, then wraps a black satin garter belt with lacy trim around his hips. He clips the six straps to the stocking tops, then puts on the matching black satin and lace bra. He slips into a black French maids costume with white apron and very short skirt, finishes with a pair of black high heel pumps. Alice helps him get the white with black lace maid’s cap positioned over his wig.

Donna and Alice finish with their hair and makeup and they dress in black stockings, six strap garter belts and black high heel pumps that match what Joe’s wearing. Alice slips into a tight short skirt and matching silk blouse, Donna puts on a sexy school girl outfit. Both put on fake glasses – Alice’s frames are black while Donna’s are fire engine red. The two of them giggle at each other after they finish dressing; Joe’s small cock is rock hard and straining in its cage, just poking from under the hem of his skirt.

Alice looks at Joe, smiles and nods approvingly. “You’ll do nicely cum slut. So here’s the deal for tonight. There are four partners, three men and a woman. The woman’s name is Elise and her husband’s name is Victor, who is also one of the four partners. Elise is dominant, and he’s her full time sub – away from the office. He’s also bi which is where you come in as Elise thinks it’s hot to watch her sub get it on with another guy, and you’re her present to her husband.”

Donna walks over with a glass of water and hands a pill to Joe. He takes it with a quizzical look, swallows it down with a couple of sips of the water. Alice again nods approvingly, saying “Good boy. Elise wanted to make sure all the men would be at the top of their game tonight – so she got some ED pills from one of her other clients. Elise will allow the cock cage to be removed later cum slut, so enjoy yourself. A couple more things.”

Donna takes the glass back from Joe then struts away from him swiveling her hips. Alice sees that Joes cock is starting to throb, smiles to herself and continues. “Elise is the senior partner of the firm – and she’ll be running the party. You are going to be Victors cum dump sakarya escort – but Elise wants the other men to bugger your ass too. So when you get a load of cum up your ass Victor gets it. He also gets your cum little piggy. Elise has warned us that Victor can be – voracious – so expect him to drain your balls dry and then some. Everyone ready? Then let’s go take care of our guests.”

Alice leads the trio out and down the hall to the room set up for the partner’s party. The rooms on this floor were larger, set up more like the owners suite in that the bedrooms were separate from the living room and there’s a kitchenette area. Alice knocks on the door and opens it, ushering Joe and Donna inside.

Elise is standing in the middle of the living area sipping a drink. She’s dressed in a tight white blouse, riding breeches and thigh high black boots. Besides the drink in her one hand she’s holding a riding crop with the other, using it to tap and tease a man kneeling besides her. Joe takes one look at her and his cock begins to ooze pre-cum onto the floor.

The man kneeling next to her is naked with his hands behind his back and knees splayed out. His cock and balls are on display, dangling between his thighs; and like Joe his cock is contained in a cage. Elise traces one of his ears with the tip of her riding crop. “Victor dear, it looks like your little play date has arrived. She’s adorable! Oh and silly me, I haven’t been paying attention to the time. You must be starving – let’s get your snack started up. Oh boys!”

The other partners get up from the chairs they had been lounging in and walk towards Elise. They are both wearing white terry cloth robes and have their drinks in hand. Elise moves the tip of the riding crop down to Victor’s caged cock, and lightly taps it. “Gentlemen, poor Victor is hungry and I want to give him a special treat. Your first load of the evening goes into the ass of Victor’s delightful play date; after which you are free to enjoy our gracious hostesses. Who’s first? Alice, can you bring Victor’s little friend over to that coffee table and get her ready please?”

Alice and Donna lead Joe to a low coffee table next to Elise and have him get atop it on his hands and knees. Donna hikes his skirt hem up, folding it over his ass while Alice works a generous amount of lube into his sphincter and rectum. Elise has Victor move so that he can watch closely while the other two men remove their robes and walk to where Joe is.

The first man reaches out to Donna and strokes her cheek. “Well little school girl, I guess I’ll go first – but can you help get me ready?” Donna smiles at him and takes the tip of his cock into her mouth, working it with her tongue. His cock hardens as Alice kneels in front of the other man and gently strokes him erect.

The first man reluctantly pulls his cock out of Donna’s warm mouth, saying “That’s something we’ll need to get back to.” The man gets behind Joe and while Donna spreads his cheeks the partner pushes his cock into Joe’s ass.

Elise continues to caress Victor with the tip of her riding crop. “Donna, that’s John whose cock is now completely into that cute little sluts ass. And Alice meet Donald, his manhood is what you are so elegantly working on. Just so everyone is clear I’m a jealous bitchy cunt as well as the senior partner. So ladies, hands off Victor. And the same thing goes for you two horn dogs. So John after you’ve filled Victor’s play date’s ass with your seed have it clean your cock then go have fun with Donna. Same thing for you Donald.”

John has found that as long as he looks at Joe as the plump little fuck toy he’s been dressed up as he’s okay with his cock buried deep into his/her/its ass. Still, he’s impatient to finish so he can get back to having fun with the school girl chick next to him – and he wouldn’t mind getting some of that sexy secretary who’s now slowly sucking off Donald. He’s pleasantly surprised to find Victor’s fuck toy’s ass is hot but not all that tight – he’s pounding away with abandon and the slut is getting off on it from the sounds its making. He’s close to coming and there isn’t any reason to show any finesse so he does – grabbing the fuck toy by its hips and pulling his cock deep into its ass. John comes grunting, keeping his cock buried until he’s finished. He pulls out and walks to the front of the fuck toy, presenting his cock for it to clean.

As soon as Donald sees that John is finished he walks behind the fuck toy kneeling on the coffee table and rams his cock deep into its asshole. Victor had been the one to take on the chick dressed as the slutty secretary as a client, and he really wanted to get back to that nicely put together MILF. Those glasses were getting to him, he had a thing for nerdy looking chicks. And he was fine with fucking a cross dresser in the ass – this wasn’t his first time with one, or a shemale for that matter.

As Donald pounds into Joe’s ass Elise motions for Victor to stand up. She removes the cage from his cock and starts to caress his balls. “Alice, could you be a dear and put Victors cage on the counter there? Thanks. Victor, I think your play date is just about ready for you. When Donald finishes I want you to empty your balls into that fuck toys plump ass. Then my dear you get your snack.”

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“Hands against the wall!”

“Why? I didn’t do anything.”

Rather than answer, I grab your right wrist with my right hand and pull your arm towards me and to the right. The sudden motion throws you off balance and before you realize it you are spinning around facing the wall. Your right palm pressed against the wall. It is cool to the touch. You feel me grab your left hand and pin that one to the wall.

You feel my knee spreading your legs a little beyond shoulders width apart and move your feet closer to me so that it becomes necessary for you to support yourself with your arms to keep from falling forward. This causes your blouse to fall away from your body a little. You can feel the cooler air on your stomach and breast. The cooler air causes your nipples to harden just a little.

It’s a pleasant summer day, so you are wearing a light blouse with a medium length skirt. You were just going to run out to take care of a quick errand and hadn’t even planned on getting out of your car so you didn’t even bother to put a bra on.

The motion of using my knee to spread your legs creates a subtle sway in your breast. You can feel tips of your nipples brush against the soft fabric of your blouse. A shiver of pleasure runs through you, causing goose bumps to appear all over your body, making your skin that much more sensitive. So that when you feel my hot breath against your ear, another shiver of pleasure runs through you and you can feel yourself starting to become wet.

I whisper into your ear “Are you going to continue to be difficult, or am I going to have to cuff you?”

“But officer, I didn’t do anything!”

“You were doing 35 in a 30.”

“But that is just 5 miles an hour over the speed limit! Hell, I shouldn’t even have to get out of my car for this!” You start to try and turn towards me, but find that you are unable to move your hands and feel me slide my leg further between yours to keep you pinned where you are.

“Why are you being so difficult, you trying to hide something?”

“No!”

“I don’t believe you, I’m going to have to search you. I know your type, looking all sweet, sexy and innocent when in reality you are smuggling contraband. “

“Contraband?”

“Yeah, now keep your hands against the wall and legs spread!”

I let go of your wrist and the tips of my fingers graze your arms as I do so. The sensation borders on being ticklish, but you feel yourself getting wetter.

I start at your ankles now. You can feel my hands moving them up your legs, it feels more like massage than a search. They are now halfway up your thighs and you can feel the hem of your skirt starting to lift. Your body starts to tingle in anticipation, wondering just how far I’m going to going. One inches, two inches, three inches my hands are now almost all the way up your thighs.

As my hands move higher and higher, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You feel a bit of your wetness escape and start to run down your leg. You start to become worried that I might notice and start to shift a little and hope your moisture loses its momentum before it hits my hand.

“Be still!” And to emphasize my point, you feel my hands squeeze your thighs. This causes more moisture to escape giving the first drip of moisture just enough additional momentum to connect with my hand.

“Ah ha! Just want I thought! Contraband!”

I remove my hands from your thighs and let your skirt fall back down. The rustle of your skirt creates a gentle flow of air that caresses you. You are not wearing any underwear so the cool air touches your moistness and generates another tingle of pleasure.

“Turn around.”

You turn around and you can see wetness glistening in the sunlight contrasting nicely with the darkness of my skin.

“This is what I am talking about! Contraband!”

To verify the potency I lift my finger to my nose and inhale deeply. My eyes close and my body shudders as I take mardin escort in the aroma of your wetness. You can see me starting to get hard as I stand there with my eyes closed savoring your scent. You know that you are caught because you have great stuff. Knowing that you are caught, you feel a shiver of pleasure run through you in anticipation of the punishment for getting caught with contraband.

I open my eyes, give you a wide smile and say “Looks like I’m going to have to gather more evidence.” I take a step to you, which causes you to take a step back into the wall. It is cool and hard against your back. I continue to move towards you. Pressing my weight against you. Your breast crushed against my chest, the bulge of my excitement pressing against you just below your stomach.

I hold your head in my hands and bring my mouth to yours. My large lips feel soft against your smaller thinner ones. You feel the tip of my tongue caress your lips. Your mouth opens slightly to let me in. Our tongues touch and slowly start to dance with each other. You can feel my hardness growing even more against your stomach. You can feel your own moistness increasing as my tongue penetrates deeper into your mouth and the tingle of pleasure running through your rock hard nipples pressed firmly against my chest.

I take your hands in mine, interlocking our fingers and squeeze passionately. Our tongues are dancing their little dance, no longer just teasing. I raise your hands above your head and hold both wrists easily in one of my hands. I break the kiss and pull my head back to look deeply into your eyes. The passion in your eyes turns me on. I move in and kiss you deeply again. Then say with a smile, “Time to gather more evidence.”

You can feel yourself tingling with anticipation. You spread your legs a little further to give me better access. My free hand moves down to your leg while still keeping your arms pinned above your head with the other.

You can feel my hand on the inside of your thigh now, slowly lifting up your skirt. I stop when I encounter some more of your escaped moistness. I use it to lubricate the tips of my fingers and start moving them in a circular motion as I make my way further up your thigh.

I’m close enough now to where even with your legs spread I can touch of both you legs at once. Starting from your inner thighs, I run my ring and pointer fingers along the line that would normally be highlighted by your panties. My middle finger grazes ever so lightly against your slightly parted lips. It comes away wet.

I bring it up to my mouth and suck on it, savoring the taste of you. With my finger still in my mouth I move to you and kiss you, moving my finger from my mouth into yours. You can still taste some of yourself on it. You are very sweet. I slowly draw my finger out of your mouth, the darkness of my skin contrasting nicely with the paleness of your own.

I let my finger linger on the edge of your lip for a second before letting it drop down to your chin, trace down your neck, run between the little valley at the base of your throat formed by where your collar bones meet.

I put my finger back in your mouth. I can feel you sucking me deeper into your mouth, your tongue caressing me. I bury my face into the side of your neck and start kissing it, intermingling the kisses with gentle nibbles.

I start sliding my finger in and out of your mouth. I can you quickening your pace. The energy that you are devoting to my finger is translating directly through my body and I feel like I’m going to cum.

I don’t want to do that yet so I withdraw my finger from your mouth and cup your breast in my hand. I rotate my thumb in a circular pattern over your breast looking for your nipple. The fabric of your blouse feels smooth against my skin. I find your nipple and give it just the slightest of tweaks with the nail. I hear a moan escape from your lips. I then van escort take the finger that is wet and slowly start to circle your nipple. The thin fabric of your blouse is quickly wet and immediately starts clinging to your nipple, adding to the pleasure you are feeling.

I move my mouth from the nape of your neck to the same nipple. I give it a few flicks with my tongue before taking it into my mouth. Then I flick my tongue back and forth across your nipple very quickly.

Letting go of your wrist, I move my hand back down between yours legs, my palm pressed firmly against your mound and fingers resting on you lips. You are so wet now. I start moving my fingers, lubricating them with your wetness.

I pull my mouth from your nipple and whisper into your ear, “Yes, just as I thought, lots of contraband”

“Yes officer, your caught me. I guess this means that you will have to arrest me.” You say as you hold your hands out for me to slap the cuffs on. I take a hold of your wrist, put the cuff on it, flip you around so that your arms are behind your back, put the other wrist in a cuff and walk you over to the squad car.

As we approach the squad car you start to walk towards the rear door, but I change your direction and direct you towards the front of the car. I put my hand on the back of your head, grab a fist full of hair and bend you over the hood of the squad car. You feel the heat of a hood warmed by the sun and engine on your face and through the flimsy material of your blouse.

You can hear me behind you, but you can’t see what I am doing. You are thoroughly wet though and can feel your wetness running down your legs. It seems like an eternity before something happens, when suddenly you feel the cool air on your exposed bottom as I lift up your skirt, your wetness intensifying the feeling all the more. That feeling is immediately followed by the sound and stinging sensation of my hand slapping your ass, a pleasant stinging sensation warming my hand also.

I slowly start moving my hand in a circular motion and then bring the other hand to your ass with a slap. Now both of my hands are moving in a circular motion on your ass. I’m getting more turned watching your lips open and close as I move my hands back and forth across your ass.

“Mmm, yes, yes, looks like I’ve hit the contraband jackpot. I think its time that I see how deep the well really runs”

You hear the sounds of me undoing my gun belt, belt and zipper. You hear the sound of my pants falling to the pavement and feel the head of my cock brush up against your leg as I free it from my boxer briefs. You can feel a bit of my wetness on your leg where my cock grazed you.

I push my cock back down between your legs and let go. It springs back up and you feel the head smack against your open lips. My head gets coated with your juices. I put both hands back on your ass and start moving my hips back and forth, moving the head the length of your pussy, my pre-cum and your juices acting as a lubricant to make it feel silky smooth. I can feel your pussy opening up inviting me in.

I use my hands to spread your ass even more so that can get a clearer view of my cock rubbing up against your pussy. It is such a hot sight. The dark brown color of my cock contrasting nicely with the pink of your open lips. Your cute little asshole, stretched wide by my hands on your ass.

I start rocking my hips a little more, my thighs bumping up against your ass. It causes your whole body to move. You can feel the fabric of your blouse moving across your nipples as you rock back and forth. I can see you struggling against the cuffs, trying to free your hands so that you can give your clit some of the attention that it is looking for.

Your clit is out and exposed now. I can’t see it from my angle, but your lips are so open that it must be out. I lower my hips a little so that length of my now slick cock is rubbing against ankara escort your clit as I move my hips back and forth.
You can’t take it anymore and scream “Fill me! Let me feel your cock inside of me!” Ever the obliging civil servant, on my next forward thrust I change the angle of my hips and slide slowly into your wetness.

Your hungry pussy easily accepts the head of my cock, but I quickly meet some resistance. You can feel the head of my cock stretching you to make room for me, your juices and my pre-cum acting as the perfect lubricant. I apply a little more pressure with my hips and feel my head break into the deeper wetness of your pussy.

“O my God!” I bellow as I slide further into your wetness. You are so incredibly tight despite how wet you are. I continue to slide deeper into every so slowly allowing you to adjust to my girth. I can feel your body start to quiver and shake as an orgasm takes over your body. I can feel your wetness running down the length of me and onto my balls. I’m ready to explode, but I don’t want to just yet. So I stop continuing to push deeper inside of you and just enjoy the sensations of your pussy coming on my cock.

As I feel the tremors in your pussy starting to subside, I slide further in you until I am buried to the hilt. I can feel the head of my cock just barely pressing up against the opening of your womb. I slowly start to pull out, savoring the sensations of your pussy as the head of my cock glides against your walls.

There is a loud popping sound as I withdraw from your pussy. My cock is coated with your juices. I bury my cock back deep inside your pussy. The suddenness of it catches you by surprise and I can feel your pussy tingle with excitement.

I reach down grab a fistful of your hair, pull you head back towards me and start driving my cock in and out of you hard with nice long strokes. Pulling your hair has just barely pulled your breasts off the hood of the squad car. Your breasts are now swaying with every thrust of my cock, your nipples brushing against the fabric of your blouse sending tingles of pleasure throughout.

You can feel my balls slapping against your pussy. I slow the pace down and you can feel may hands on your pussy, pressing your lips against my cock. My hand is soaked with your juice which gives me an idea. You feel me pull out for a second and then I’m back inside of you, my hand massaging your clit.

I start a steady long stroke rhythm and enjoy the ride your pussy is giving me. You then feel my fingers working there way around your asshole. At first I just tease the edges a little bit, which causes you to involuntarily clench up, but as you become accustomed to my fingers being there I can see you start to relax.

Using your own juices as lubricant, I slowly work my finger into your asshole. There is a moment of resistance and then I slide the rest of my finger smoothly in. I start pumping your asshole with my finger and feel you slowly start to relax enough to let two fingers in.

My fingers are moving easily in and out of your asshole now. You are totally relaxed. I can feel my cock sliding in and out of your pussy with my fingers. I withdraw my fingers from your ass and replace them with something else. It is cool and hard. You scream “Oh My God!” as you realize that I am about to stick my baton in your ass.

The moment it enters you, I feel your pussy clamp down on my cock and spray me with your juices. Your body starts to shudder and shake as I work a little more of the baton into your ass. Its almost like having two hard cocks in you at once. Feeling your pussy explode like that on my cock sends me into an instant orgasm. You can feel my cock pulsing and throbbing as I come deep inside of you. Waves of pleasure cascading through my body and I collapse on top of you in exhaustion, my semi hard cock still inside of you.

It seems like forever before we both feel the need to move, but reality is starting to creep in and we have to get a move on. As I withdraw from you a thick glob of cum drips out of your pussy and lands with a loud splat on the. You turn around and we kiss.

I say to you “Thank you so much honey, that was wonderful” and kiss you deeply again. ”So am I picking the kids up after work or are you?”

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