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He Enjoys Masturbating in Public

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I am a woman in my early fifties, but look remarkably young (that’s what my friends tell me), attractive and sexy. Yes, men have always told me that I have bed-room eyes and sexy thick lips. I have a good figure, with 35″ bust, 29″ waist and 34″ hips, 5 feet 4 inches tall with black long hair. That’s me.

Men of all ages still look at me with lust-filled eyes, wherever I go and then I feel really great. I love to wear revealing clothes – tight T-shirts, with the contours of my round busts clearly defined, short, fitting skirts that shows off my shapely legs. When I see men (and some women) look at my body lustfully, it turns me on.

I do not like to categorize myself in any way. You know, I like to have sex with both men and women, but do not want to call myself bi-sex. I love to expose myself and may be I can be labeled as an exhibitionist. I also love to watch others having sex — the list is endless. Yes, you guessed right, I am an over-sexed, mature woman. That’s what I am. Well, I also don’t like the term ‘mature’, because I am young at heart.

What really matters to me is having good sex and if I can achieve an orgasm with a woman, that’s great. And I do achieve multiple orgasms frequently while I fuck with a woman and much less with a man.

As giresun escort for men, I like athletic looking men, of any age, with a strong sex drive. That’s what I want — a hard fuck with a strong guy, who can go on and on.

My cunt is fleshy, with a big hole. I trim my pubic hair, but do not like to shave off completely. I think a little hair around the cunt is sexy, although I love women with thick, long hairy cunts and of course with huge boobs.

Anyway, let me now relate a recent “escapade”. Just last week, I happen to park by car in this huge parking lot at a supermarket. As usual I was wearing a tight T-shirt and short skirt and was passing several cars parked in the parking lot to get to the entrance of the supermarket. I saw a man, may be in his twenties, sitting in the driver’s seat, with the window partly lowered. I just glanced down and what I saw really made me pause for a while. His had pulled his pants down and was exposing his erect cock. He winked and smiled.

I went closer and stood near the window of his car and he said, “Hi”. I smiled down at him (with my eyes glued to his erect cock) and said: “I love what I see”. He said, “That’s great. Like to watch,” and I replied, “wow, would love to.”

I bent gümüşhane escort low at the window and pretended that I was talking to the man, while he started rubbing his huge erection, which I think was about 6 and a half inches long and it was also very thick. I found that my panty was getting wet.

His hand was moving up and down on his thick long cock, while he grabbed his large balls with the other hand. His hand moved up and down, up and down, faster and faster. I watched, with my cunt dripping wet.

The urgency increased, the hand was moving at lightening speed, up and down up and down. He pushed himself a little further back on the seat and pushed his hips up while continuing to pump his huge erect cock with a lot of force.

His hips were now moving up and down while he banged his hand on his huge erection, on and one. I wanted to rub my clit, but could not do so, as it was a public place. So I ground my thighs together.

He now started moving his hips up and down faster and faster, while pounding his huge cock hard and fast, faster, faster…… “I am going to cummmm,” he moaned with his eyes half closed, while still pounding his erection with all his strength.

Suddenly he pushed his hips high hakkari escort up, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” he moaned, and was very still, with his eyes closed and face contorted in pleasure, as he ejaculated a stream of white fluid which gushed out and spilled down his hand.

He recovered in a few seconds, cleaned his hands with a tissue, zipped up and looked up at me and smiled in satisfaction. “Thank you, I loved every minute of it,” I told the man. He smiled again, waved at me and left the car park.

I was now desperate. I located the closest public toilet, locked myself in, raised my skirt and pulled my soaking panty down and started rubbing my erect clit with two fingers, while pushing my other hand down my low-cut T-shirt. I pulled out one round boob and started squeezing it hard and pulling at my nipple, while vigorously rubbing my clit, with my knees slightly bent, and imagining that the man was pumping my oozing cunt with that huge cock

I usually have to masturbate for a long time to get an orgasm, but that day, I was so turned on, within minutes I found myself about to cum. I squeezed my boos hard and pushed my hips up and down, up and down, while rubbing my clit really fast and hard. I felt the familiar pangs of pleasure when I am approaching an orgasm, so I pushed my hips forward and backwards, with my legs bent at the knees, with my fingers rubbing my clit fast, faster, faster, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, finally the release came and I stood still, eyes half-closed, while orgasmic pleasure washed over me.

Await my lesbian experience and more in my next story.

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Hard Worker Ch. 05

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I was contacted by this guy Dave on the net. He asked me if I would work naked and I said yes.

So I met him at his office, strip naked, and worked, for a while. Then of course I had to have some fun and I jacked off in front of him, his name is Dave, by the way.

But, near the climax of my masturbation performance, Dave’s boss came into the office. Now Dave’s boss just finished talking with him.

“Oh. Is everything okay? You’re not fired or anything are you?”

“I think its okay.” Dave replies.

“What did you talk about?” I ask.

“You; I told him everything I know about you, how we met and that you needed a job and were willing to work naked and stuff. I hope to see you again soon, bye.”

With that, Dave leaves and I’m by myself naked in the office.

“Jean please come into my office.” he makes the request sound like a assertion, not threatening just that his voice commands you to obey. I hear, and what else was I going to do, but obey.

“Now, my name is Mr. Thomas,” this handsome and commanding black man says, “and I am looking for a discrete and reliable office assistant to work under my personal secretary and office manager. Would you turn around slowly so I can get a good look at you?”

I do so.

“Undo the pony tail.”

I do so and my hair falls free. My hair comes down to my shoulders.

“Has anyone ever told you that from behind you could pass as a woman?”

“No, but I know that it’s true.”

“Do you have a copy of your resume that you can access via the net?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent, come here and use my computer and retrieve it.”

I walk over to his desk and bend over to use his computer to do as he asks. As I am busy on his machine one of his hands comes to rest on my hip. No, it’s not by accident; he deliberately is feeling me up. His strong black fingers roam over my slightly tanned white ass. I spread my legs apart as if I am trying to get a better balance as I work. He takes advantage of my effort and runs his fingers along the valley between my checks.

“Got it,” I say and move the screen so he can view it.

He reads my resume all the while feeling up my ass. His fingers tease my ass hole.

“You are very impressive,” he says, though I can’t tell if he means my ass or my resume.

“Yes I think you will do just fine.”

“For what, may I ask?”

“I will get to that, but first I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“You enjoy being naked, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You enjoy being looked at, correct?’

“Yes.”

“You’ve enjoyed this afternoons little office game, working naked, showing off your body, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You heard me at the door didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I confess.

“But you didn’t stop jacking, because you wanted, you desired more of an audience, correct? You crave being seen naked, correct?”

“Yes.” düzce escort I do, I really do.

“You came even harder than you expected because you were naked in some strange office and being watched as you masturbated in front of people, correct?”

“Yes!”

“In your heart of hearts, you wish to do this again, I am also correct?”

“Yes.”

“I would be willing to pay you for that very service and more.”

“You would pay me to walk around naked?”

“Yes.”

“I would pay you to work in this office naked and show yourself off to my clients and as an office perk for my employee’s. Your office mates here are either openly gay or bi-sexual, or in the case of Dave, a straight man whose a habitual masturbator.”

“Wow, getting paid to work naked, that is so hot. Are you for real?”

“I am always real when money is concerned. Yes, I would pay you to work naked, but there is another aspect of your job, which I want you to agree to before I hire you.”

“And what is that?”

“Before I tell my proposition, I will give you some background. You see Victoria; my personal secretary is over worked and has been complaining and wanting a helping hand around the office. But we have a special place with special clientele and office culture, and that is why so far we hadn’t found anyone suited to our needs. Until now. I think you may fill that role if you’re interested.”

He tells me my salary and I whistle at the sum.

“I do have some special requirements though.” He says.

“Oh, what are they?”

“As my personal secretary Victoria, escort me on to dinners, conventions and such. I need someone who is skilled technically and I believe the phrase is eye candy. I need another such a person here as well, for clients of a different persuasion. I would pay you a bonus on top of what I already stated, for those other services as well as paying for your new clothing requirements.”

“New clothing requirements?”

“Yes. I need someone to be attired as a distraction and entertainment. To be blunt, I want someone whose attire and appearance goes over the top. I want them to be fixated and aroused by your lovely ass and cock. Interested?”

“Yes. Go on.”

“To be blunt about it I also need someone who occasionally provides other, and older professional services.”

“I’m sorry; I don’t get what you mean.”

“Well, you have the physical attributes that in the right clothes could make you a very desirable young lady.”

“Huh?”

“You enjoy showing off and this would give you ample opportunity to be as provocative as you could ever desire. Have you ever played dress up as a child and fantasized about it later in life?”

“Well,” somehow he compels complete and full honesty, so I confess a deep secret. “Yes, I have played dress up. My mom caught me trying on my sister’s clothes and make up.”

“I edirne escort thought so. Did you enjoy that?”

Again I am compelled to be truthful, more than I have been even with myself ever before.

“Yes. I did.”

“Do you day dream about it? Fantasize about it?”

“Sort of, I guess I have. I often fantasize about hot babes making out with guys. I guess I imagine I’m the babe.”

“I thought so; you have the movements and grace of a predatory woman. You seem to know instinctively how to use your body like you were a woman.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Therefore your attire would vary. On most occasions when there is only your co-workers in the office you would work naked, as I already explained. But when the occasional client visits the office, I would need you to dress for another role. I want you to role-play the provocative and desirable female. Does this interest you?”

“Huh? I’m not sure I understand what you just said.” Did he really say he wants me to dress like a woman? Wow! My cock responds to that idea by getting hard.

“I can tell by your member’s rigidity that you did understand me, but I will repeat myself, I do not do this often. I want you to come to work and to accompany me as the need arises dressed be as a member of the oldest profession of all. I wish you to be attired as an expensive call girl.”

“Wow. That is something I didn’t see coming.”

“Yet, by your erection you are now sporting, I believe you are very interested in my complete offer, am I correct?”

“Ahhh…now I get it, that’s what you meant by new attire. You would buy me the clothes to role-play this call girl for you.”

“You are perceptive. Interested?”

I just stand there with my cock getting even harder at the thought of all this. He reaches over and gently runs his fingers along the edge of my prick.

“I would pay you a fine fee to wear nothing at all at work and to wear woman’s clothes as the need arises. You would come to work each day attired as a woman and then strip naked to work in the office. I would of course pay completely for this new wardrobe, and for hair stylists, pedicures, manicures, cosmetics all the things professional needs to perform this other role.”

“You said you were always serious about money, correct?” I ask.

“True.”

“I need work and this is like a dream job.”

“Excellent, we will begin tonight. I will have Victoria come by. She will help transform you so that you can come to the office Monday at 9:00 properly attired.”

He writes me out a check and shows it to me.

“This is your first bonus pay, if you are truly willing to perform all that I need and ask.”

“I will.”

“Then I will I call and have Victoria come to the office. Before she arrives I wish you to perform a task suited to your call girl role.”

“What might that be?”

“Do elazığ escort you agree to take the job? To do all that is asked of you?”

“Yes.”

“Now, answer this question honestly. Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before?”

Wow. But again, his voice compels me to be honest.

“No.” I stumble with excitement over the word.

“Well, I may need to have a professional teach you, or maybe not. I am thinking you will be a natural.”

He calls Victoria, and begins to explain what he requires her to do. He asks me my shoes size and my measurements. I give them to him. He responds, I thoughts so. I am told that Victoria will arrive in forty-five minutes. After he hangs up the phone, he then focuses his attention on me.

“Get on my desk with your ass facing the main door.”

I do so.

“Excellent now I will stand to make this easier for you.” He removes his jacket and places it carefully on the back of his leather chair. “Now, unzip my pants.”

I do so.

He is wearing black silk briefs and I can see his large hard on curled under the fabric.

“Pull down my underwear and take my cock in your mouth. I wish to see test your natural instincts.”

“You’re asking me to give you a blow job, that’s part of my job, is that it?”

“You are correct. Are you willing to take the check and begin your employment? After this you are a permanent employee.”

“Yes.”

“Then begin.”

I reach out to fondle his black member under the soft smooth fabric. Then I slip it out of the fabric to release it. He has nice cut cock and at must be 7 inches in its current erect state.

I am excited and nervous. I fantasized about this but never did it. I take my first lick of his cock, just touching the tip of my tongue to the tip of his cock. Feels good, no real flavor yet, his cock has a musky smell. I lick his shaft like a cat lapping milk; now tasting the saltiness of his skin. I lap at his cock head like this for a few minutes and then take the circumcised head into my mouth and begin to suck on it. I can feel him pulse with pleasure as I suck. My tongue flicks his cock in my mouth and I get a groan of appreciation from my new boss. He moans. I move my mouth up and down his thick hard shaft.

My tongue feels a vein in his cock pulse from the pleasure I am giving. I taste a little salty pre-cum. As my mouth works on his dick I fondle his balls, squeezing them as if I’m trying to coax the cum out of them and up into his dick. He then grabs my hair and pulls me closer to him, forcing me to swallow even more deeply his cock. Then he starts shoving his hips back and forth, so that he is fucking my face.

His strong hands grip me and I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to, but I don’t. He starts to moan and I can tell he is turned on and going to cum soon. He lets out a loud fuck and then begins to shoot his load into my mouth. I gag on his cum and it starts flooding out of my mouth, he pulls back and out at the sound of my gagging. His thick black cock just continues to gush out a thick flood of hot thick creamy cum on my face.

“Not bad for a first time. Practice makes perfect, and you will get plenty of practice from now on.” he says.

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It’s Hard Being a Dad

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I entered my daughter’s bedroom at dawn, as I always did when I have been working away and have arrived late at night. I sneaked in as usual and crept up to her big bed. It never occurred to me that I had to behave myself or better still not play one of my pranks. I’d been doing these since she was a child and now as a young adult, the games had got more silly in contrast to her very adult appearance and ways.

I grabbed a corner of the duvet and pulled it off in one fell swoop. My God! What greeted me was more than I’d expected to see. Usually Yvette would be there in her pj’s but what I saw was two naked bodies wrapped together. She had her thigh firmly locked between her friend Suzi’s legs. Their full breasts were touching and their mouths were closed on each other. I could see the sheen of sweat on their bodies. There was no mistaking it. I had walked in on them fucking.

She was my baby! Ok, like any father I wanted to covert and protect my child even though she was in reality a ripe-bodied college girl now. However, I was faced with an image of beauty and my cock was restless in its desire to be satisfied. I was shocked by my own reactions.

What made things even more shocking was that they did not stop! No, they just continued as if I wasn’t there. Picture it, I’m standing there mouth open, corner of the duvet gripped tightly in my right hand and facing the most erotic sight of two women fucking each other. It çorum escort was beautiful and confusing. My body instantly reacted, with my cock lifting rapidly and straining against my shorts. I was an instant tent at the front and I could feel that familiar hunger in my body. I’d been away for heaven’s sake, and not fucked for more than four weeks. My wife, Evelyn had been asleep when I came in so I’d had nowhere to ‘put the python’. I was as horny as hell.

Their movements were becoming more frantic. I could see Suzi was rubbing herself off on my daughter’s thigh and I couldn’t help it, I began to touch my cock though my thin shorts. I could hear her too, with her breathing becoming more ragged and little moans leaving their constantly kissing lips. Yvette was beginning to move more too, bringing her friend’s free hand to play and rub her open pussy lips. She was so wet.

I knew I should leave but I was mesmerised by the scene. We’d always been close, Yvette and me, so somewhere in my brain I was rationalising this. I could help her, show her how to have better sex; encourage her to go for normal relationships with men, not just college girl experimentation. She was only 19. Oh sure, but my cock at this time was just wanting pleasure, pleasure and more pleasure. I could sense the rapid build of cum. Well, so long without, what is a man to do?

Then it happened. Suzi opened her eyes and looked denizli escort up at me, well as far as my straining cock. She did nothing! She just winked up and carried on.

No, she did react. She put on a show for me, opening her legs so that her juicy cunt was now exposed against Yvette’s thigh, which was glistening with wet fluid. I could smell its aroma, sweet and inviting. Was she in fact inviting me to join her? Her breasts were being rubbed harder and harder against my daughter’s. Both had magnificent tits, with large young areola that were fully aroused. I was so proud of Yvette and how focused she was on her pleasure. Just like her mother, I thought.

Then Suzi did it. She beckoned openly to me, gesturing first at my cock. She wanted me naked. Could I do this in front of my daughter? Yes, she had seen me in the nude every day from the time she was born but this was different. She was going to see me erect if she ever opened her eyes or became aware of anything other than her complete feelings of lust.

Then Suzi gestured for me to get behind her. Did she want me in her arse or her cunt? I was sure I’d find out. I couldn’t help myself. I could hear me saying this to the judge at the trial. I was scared to get this deep and yet I was not refusing this beautiful woman. She was so pretty, with a pouting cunt that was encircled by fine blond hair, trimmed to a thin line on her diyarbakır escort pubis and nothing on her sex lips.

I climbed up behind her on the bed and she grabbed my cock. No going back now, I thought. And then she guided it to between her thighs, almost sitting back down on me to spear it into her dripping cunt. My god she was wet! She was pulling Yvette closer to her, until my daughter’s arms were not just around her but her fingers were caressing my sides and back. I in turn had positioned myself to hold onto my own child. I was like the outer bread slice of the sandwich, with Suzi as the filler, and Yvette as the other slice. And my hands were beginning to explore my own daughter, sliding over her soft warm skin, feeling the swell of her breasts that were crushed tight against her friend. Their tongues were doing a sword dance, slurping and fighting between them.

My cock had been slowly pumping into the girl but as the excitement grew, so I stepped up my rhythmic fucking. That’s when I realised my daughter’s eyes were open and she was smiling over her friend’s shoulder at me. It was at me, not Suzi, and her hands were gripping and caressing my skin.

“Oh daddy, I am so pleased you are sharing this with me. I love you daddy.”

I was so touched, yet shocked. Had this been set up? Was I meant to see this? Who the fuck cared? I was pumping my cock into the prettiest young woman, and doing one of my favourite things – a threesome – and it was getting noisier and noisier as we all reached orgasm together. Yes, the ultimate thrill, to be cumming as one. My only child, her dearest friend and me, what more could we want?

“Can I join in?” was the question from the door.

“Oh yes please mummy…”

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Professional Woman Pt. 03

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Things hadn’t gone to plan. I expected there would be some delays, maybe a hiccup here and there, but I was wrong, dead wrong. Nothing had gone right from the start. The building needed more work than we expected. The first day that we tried to turn on a tap, three pipes burst through the walls resulting in flooding on both floors.

It took another three weeks to get some of the girls back on our roster. Then the electricity went out, the wiring in the walls needed to be redone. From there, things kept getting worse, the heating, the flooring. Now nearly four months after I signed my name to the building it looked worse than the day I bought it.

“Morning,” I said as I entered our makeshift office. I stepped over power cords that led all over the second floor from a gas generator.

“Uh-huh,” Ginger said as she sat on a stack of milk crates one of the contractors had found around the neighborhood.

“Still no luck on the license?” I said as I sat on the only working chair.

“No!” she barked back at me over the constant noise of people around us working to fix everything and anything.

I hated looking at the bare walls or the ceiling with tiles missing. I hated driving into the underground parking lot and feeling like I was in the sauna from the combination of heat and water. Then to come up here and freeze my ass off.

I tried to look at the big picture. Lucy had been working with some of the girls and had gotten us three photo shoots this week. We were going in the right direction, all we needed is one massive show to get us going.

“Try it,” someone shouted from behind us.

One of the electricians came inside and turned on one of the switches.

“You’re kidding,” I said looking up at the light above us.

“No,” the man said turning to us. He flicked it on and off to prove his point.

“The entire building?” I asked showing my excitement.

“Yes,” the man said.

Timothy, the main contractor, came in looking at us with all smiles. “Told you I would get it working today.”

“Does this mean we can turn off that damn generator?” Ginger asked.

“Yes, your highness,” Timothy said as he walked back outside. The sound of the generator cut off.

“Thank you,” Ginger said as she turned back to her laptop.

“We are truly grateful,” I said as I stood up and shook his hand. “We are all under…”

“No apologize needed,” Timothy said. “I am just glad to be working again. Thank you.”

Timothy and the other man walked out the door that led to the roof. I turned to look at Ginger.

“What?” She asked as she caught me staring at her.

“You could be nicer to them, after all, they are working for half of most of the others,” I said as I sat back down.

“That’s because most of the people he employs have a criminal record longer than these damn cords,” Ginger said pulling on one of the power cords.

“Everyone deserves a second chance,” I shrugged.

“Oh yeah?” Ginger asked. “Where is your purse and your jewelry Miss second chance,” Ginger smiled looking at me.

“Shut it,” I smiled back at her.

We heard heaving and panting coming from the stairs. Jeremy and three of his friends came into view they were carrying something.

“Found this,” Jeremy said as he brought a very long desk into our office. I had to get out of the way as they brought it in. The three men pushed the table against the wall. It took up most of the left side of our office.

“Found it?” I asked looking at Jeremy.

“Yeah,” he said as he tried to catch his breath. “The furniture place down the street is going out of business,” he said as he took another breath. “The guy said anything they put outside is fair game.”

“And this huge desk so happened to be outside,” Ginger smiled.

“Outside ish,” one of Jeremy’s friends said.

“Jeremy,” I said looking at him.

“It stays unless you want to carry it back down the stairs,” he said as he looked at me. I looked at the desk.

“We do need a desk,” Ginger said as she held her laptop in the air over it.

“Fine,” I shrugged. “Clean it first.”

“What else did you find?” I looked back at him.

“Wait and find out,” Jeremy said.

After numerous trips, Jeremy had brought up four chairs to go into our office. A medium sized table for what was going to be our waiting room. He said he had brought other things for the first floor. I looked at him and shook my head. I could pretend to be mad at him all I wanted, but without him finding the contractors, as well as many of the other people that worked on cleaning and getting rid of the water, I would have been lost.

“Going to make another trip,” Jeremy said as he waved at us.

Lucy bounced off of him as she came up the stairs. “Watch it, handsome,” she said as she came into the office. “A desk!”

“Yup,” Ginger said as she had already plugged her laptop into the wall socket and had her computer on one side of the desk.

“No way!” Lucy said as she jumped onto one of the chairs. “Power is working?”

“Uh bursa escort huh,” Ginger nodded.

“How did the photo shoot go?” I asked.

“See for yourself?” Lucy said handing me a check.

“No way!” I said looking at it. “The girls?”

“Treated like royalty, no grabby hands, no stupidity,” Lucy said “A few provocative stances, but it is a swimsuit magazine.”

I looked at her. “How provocative?”

“None of the girls complained or felt out of place if that’s what you are asking,” Lucy smiled. “The main guy…”

“Phillip,” Ginger said.

“Yeah, him, he wants the girls to come back next week for another shoot,” Lucy said as she spun around in her chair.

“Okay,” I nodded. “If the girls want to go, then I am all for it.”

“They already said they would,” Lucy said as she stopped.

“Deposit this and pay the girls, as well as the contractors, they are overdue for a payment,” I said.

Both girls nodded. It had been a while since we had seen any money come in for ourselves. Most of it went to the repairs, the contractors or the girls. Jeremy hadn’t been paid for just as long.

“Food’s here,” Sara yelled.

“Good!” Ginger said as she turned to see Sara bringing in bags of Chinese food.

I couldn’t believe it was lunchtime already.

“I ran into someone today,” Sara said as she leaned against the desk. “Wait,” she said surprised as she looked at the desk and the chairs. “Jeremy?”

We all nodded as we took our food to our neutral corners. “Who did you run into?” I asked.

“Howard,” Sara replied with disgust.

All three of us turned our heads. Howard was a disgusting man. Most of the women he hired or wanted to hire were models that posed for adult magazines or adult websites. There were even rumors that most of his private parties were not parties at all.

“I know, but he wanted to talk, and he has heard of our situation, and he wants to help,” Sara stated.

“No thanks,” I said shaking my head. “We can do without his help.”

“Even if he is offering this,” Sara said as she put a piece of paper down on the desk.

“No way,” Ginger said.

“One night,” Sara said.

“With that, we could pay all this off,” Lucy said holding the paper up.

I glanced at it and was shocked by the amount. Howard always had a flair for the dramatic. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had someone working on the contracting team. The amount was nearly double the exact amount needed to pay for all the repairs needed.

“What does he want?” I asked shaking my head.

“A few girls to go to a pool party, he says there are going to be…”

“We aren’t an escort service,” I said shaking my head.

“There will be other contracts to get there,” Sara shrugged.

“Yeah, most of them just like Howard or worse,” Lucy said shaking her head.

“I got an idea,” Ginger said smiling at me.

“I am not going to like this, am I?” I asked.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“So, let me get this straight, you are asking me for a favor?” Celia asked as I walked into my house.

“Yes, Celia,” I pleaded. “I am sure none of your girls will mind.”

“Of course not sweetie, most of my girls will love to go to one of the high rollers parties, we never get to attend,” Celia said. I could see the huge smile on her face. “But I want to hear it from you.”

I sighed as I threw my purse on the couch. “Celia, I need your help.”

“See, was that so hard?” Celia said. “When is the party and where?”

I gave her the address and the date. “And you want them to say they work for you is that correct?”

“No,” I said shaking my head as if she could see me. “I will let Howard know that I am outsourcing. I don’t want anything coming back to me. Your girls will get a fair share…”

“No, no, no,” Celia said. “This is a favor for my sister. I will not accept one penny. Just the satisfaction that you came to me for help is all I need.”

The way she said that made my skin crawl. “I need to take a shower,” I said as I hung up.

I needed to make one more phone call.

“Howard Crane,” the filthy man said as he answered.

“Shut it, Howard,” I replied. I knew he had been waiting for my phone call.

“Stephanie,” Howard said.

“I am outsourcing your request as I do not have the number of women you need for your… party,” I said nearly throwing up as I said it.

“Good, good,” Howard said his voice going to a high pitched decibel. ” Do they know to dress as pirates, it is a pirate themed pool party.”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Good, I have a few well-named photographers coming, they will…”

“Bye Howard,” I said hanging up. “I knew very well that most of those photos would end up on the internet.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Everything had gone well so far. The date had arrived, I had received the notice from Celia that she as well as a number of her girls had made it to the destination. Now all I had to was wait. Patience çanakkale escort was not one of my virtues, primarily when the situation was out of my hands. I sat alone in my house waiting for Celia to return my text messages. Anything to tell me how the event was going.

“Come on,” I said for the umpteenth time. I checked my phone again, and it had been over six hours since the party had begun. Even one of Howard’s events wouldn’t last this long.

I sent another text asking if everything had gone smoothly.

‘Relax, everything went to plan,’ Celia texted back. ‘We got invited to an after party. I am sure you have no intention of knowing how that goes unless you want to come?’

“No,” I said out loud as I sent the text. That part was over with, and as much as I wanted to make sure Howard would keep his end of the bargain, I had no intention on texting or calling him.

“Damn,” I said as I looked at my phone. “Talk of the devil.”

“Hi, Stephanie,” Howard’s snide voice said as I answered the phone.

“What, Howard?” I replied.

“Now, does it have to be like this between us?” Howard asked.

“Yes,” I replied sharply. “You asked me to flash you the last time we met.”

“It was at a beach house,” Howard said, from the tone of his voice I knew he was smiling.

“You asked me in front of my husband,” I shouted back.

“Why should he be the only that gets to stare at those mammoth sized things,” Howard said.

“Shut it,” I said shaking my head. “Are you going to pay up?”

“Of course,” Howard said, I could sense there was something else.

“What?” I asked.

“Your sister, is she, well you know?” Howard asked.

“She is all yours, the two of you would be perfect for each other,” I said shaking my head. “Now, are we done?”

“I will have the check delivered to you, or do you want me to wire it to an account?”

“An account is fine. I will send you the details,” I hung up quickly before he could say another word.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“This is amazing,” Lucy said checking our account.

I couldn’t believe it myself. Howard had not only stuck to his word he had nearly doubled what we had settled on which made me question his motives.

“Told you, I would pull through for you sis,” Celia said standing behind me.

I turned around to look at my little sister. Looking at her no one would guess she was my sister. Celia was seven years younger than me. However, the looks of her you would think she was my older sister. Numerous plastic surgeries had made her look unnatural. From her fake lips to her face, and bottle bought blonde hair as well as the humongous sized chest implants.

Celia looked more like a plastic toy than a human. Her incredible body had been contorted by years of wearing corsets. A shrunken waistline and her colossal chest made her look like a Barbie doll.

“Keep staring, darling,” Celia said to one of the contractors. “I don’t bite unless you want me to,” she flirted with the man embarrassing him to disappear outside.

“Celia!” I said pulling her away from the view of the other workers.

“What?” Celia said as she tried to keep up with me. Her tall high heels clicked and clacked on the newly tiled floor. “I had to go out of the country to get these things,” Celia said as she pointed out her chest.

“Yes,” I said as I closed the bathroom door. “Because implants that size are too dangerous, even the surgery could…” I stopped and took a deep breath.

“I love you,” Celia said.

I stared back at her, the only remaining family member I had left. No matter what she had done in her past, I still loved her. Even though she had slept with my husband, the day after we got married, looking at her now, I could still remember walking into the bathroom and seeing Mark anally pounding my sister. Why I hadn’t divorced him on the spot was a mystery.

“I love you too, but…” I sighed looking at her.

“No flirting or consorting with people you know or work with,” Celia chimed. “I know, I know, the rules. How you love your rules,” Celia said shaking her head.

“Did you have to wear that as well as bring them with you?” I asked as I peered out the bathroom door. As I looked out at three of Celia’s co-workers, to say they wore the skimpiest attire would be like stating that water was wet.

“What?” Celia said as she stared down at her self. Her crop top shirt barely contained her enormous bosom. Most of the bottom half of each boob was left out in the open. Her tight stomach was open for all to see. She wore a tiny skirt that came just below her ass cheeks, the moment she bent over everyone could see her pink thong. Not like they couldn’t see it without her bending over as the thong straps were visible above the skirt, with the line at the back disappearing below the waistline of the skirt.

“You know what,” I shook my head. “I love you. I really do, but…” I said staring at her.

“Fine!” Celia said. “I will take my open-minded friends, and I çankırı escort will go. Really, sis, it is just a body, you need to get over it,” Celia said as she grabbed the door handle. “Oh, do you still enjoy the gift?”

“Celia?” I said pointing to the door.

“There is a newer version, I will have it mailed to you,” Celia smiled. “Come on girls,” Celia said as she rounded up her co-workers. “Make sure to leave a few cards behind. It’s the least my sis can do to pass them out.”

“Fine,” I replied as I looked at them go. “I will leave them downstairs in the parking lot,” I whispered the last part to myself.

I entered the office. “That’s your sister?” Jeremy asked as he looked at the four of them enter the elevator.

“Yes,” I nodded. “And no!” I pointed at him. “You can’t…”

“Hell no!” Jeremy said holding up his hands. “Silicone parts are meant for toys,” he laughed.

We all laughed except for Lucy. “I don’t know,” she said as she looked at us. “I have been thinking about getting mine done,” she said looking down at her small chest.

“And not been able to wear those cute and fancy bras?” Ginger replied. “I don’t think so.”

“Yeah, and those dresses you like? Try getting some of those with these strapped to your chest,” Sara said pushing out her chest.

Lucy stared at us with a smile. “Yeah, that’s true,” she nodded. “I do have it good.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Repairs went fast and furious after we paid more contracting companies to help. The parking space had improved as there was no more leaking water to cause large pools of water everywhere, they also had repaired the lighting down there.

The second floor had become a place for our models to go to unwind as well as change for their shows. I even planned to make a section for a daycare service for those that young children. The elevator company made it so that only those with a keycard could stop on the second floor. Otherwise, everyone else went up to our level.

Sara’s desk area had been improved from the last one she had, a large desk with numerous seats in front and around it. Walking around her station people could see our office as well as the finance office and another waiting room.

“It looks,” I said staring at it from the elevator.

“Awesome,” Jeremy said standing next to me. “All they got to do is put the finishing touches on the signs outside and inside.”

“You were right about the colors,” I said looking at Lucy.

“Thank you,” Lucy smiled as we walked past Sara’s station. Sara was all smiles as usual.

“Like it?” I asked.

“Love it!” Sara exclaimed. Sitting down behind her computer. “Already got a few interviews today, we are getting back some of the models we lost.”

“Great!” I said as we walked back.

“Jeremy, come in?” a voice said over Jeremy’s intercom.

Jeremy had hired two of his friends to attend to the parking downstairs as well as being security. “There is a Ms. Martine here to see Stephanie. Shall I…”

“Yes!” We all shouted at once.

“Okay,” the voice said. “She’s on her way.”

“Sara,” I turned to look at her, but she was already on the elevator.

“On it,” Sara said as the door closed.

“Can we light the sign,” I said walking back to the large sign that hung above Sara’s station. It was going to be the first thing anyone saw as they exited the elevator.

“Sean,” Jeremy said over his intercom. “Turn the signs on, outside and in.”

“But..” the voice said.

“Do it!” Jeremy said back.

“Okay,” Sean replied.

It took a few seconds, but the sign lit up, just as the elevator door opened. Teresa and her driver walked out as we turned around to greet them.

Teresa stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes began to tear as she looked up at the white dolphin lighted up over her daughter’s name.

“A dolphin,” Teresa said as she looked at it. “How did you know?”

“We asked around,” I said as I held her.

“It’s my favorite,” Teresa cried. The Angelique sign was lighted a baby blue the background colors of light purple and blue made it stand out. “You nailed it,” Teresa said turning to me. “You truly nailed it. This is perfect.”

The second elevator door opened up, and all the models came out of the elevator. Teresa took a few steps back and looked at them. Her eyes filled with tears. “Look at you all,” she said as she walked among them. “You did it,” she said looking at me.

“No,” Ginger said, without you, this wouldn’t be possible.

“We aren’t talking about the money, or the place,” Lucy said.

“Without you and your friends paving the way, none of this would be possible,” I said looking at her.

“Thank you!” the models said.

Teresa nodded and smiled. “I don’t know, why you are thanking me. All I did was pose for a few pictures.”

We all laughed.

Teresa stayed for a while and talked about the old times. I asked her to bring in some old photo’s, and we would get them copied and put up. I walked her down to her car.

“Listen,” Teresa said as she shooed her driver out of hearing distance. “You have to be ruthless, just like the rest of them, they knocked you down once, and they will try every moment of every day trying to put you back down. What you are doing for those girls up there is unheard of, they won’t like it.”

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My heels clicking on the lobby floor are drawing some attention to us as I run to keep up with your very fast walk. We came in through the farthest door from the elevators so we have to cover the entire lobby to get there. I realise you planned this; insisting on these heels would ensure people looked up at the source of the noise on the marble floor; the pace of your walk forcing me to almost run next to you; the white silk blouse and no underwear guaranteeing the attention gained remains with us for the entire walk to the elevators.

I inwardly curse you as I notice businessmen distracted from their laptops and mobile phones, watching my breasts bounce under the blouse; the cool silk exciting my nipples with its soft friction. You press the button and I plead for the elevator to be quick. Your hand slides down my back, over my ass and I think about moving forward as I feel your hand start to slide my skirt up. As I know my stocking tops are probably in view we hear someone’s mobile phone hit the floor and you laugh and let go of me.

The elevator doors open and its empty, you smile at me and follow me in. You lean against the back wall, still in full view of the lobby and pull me close and kiss me. The doors close and we’re moving, you release me and hold me in front of you by my shoulders. ‘Did you enjoy that? Did you like those people looking at you?’

I blush and reply, ‘No, it was embarrassing.’

You laugh and slide your hands down the front of my blouse, not touching my nipples but pulling the material tight over the solid peaks. ‘It didn’t excite you then huh? If I was to touch your cunt, would it be dry?’

I shiver under your touch, I want to say no, it didn’t excite me but I know my body would betray that and we both know how it excites me when you talk to me like this.You pull me closer and wrap one hand firmly around my back, holding me still. The other starts to undo the buttons on my blouse and I squirm against you whispering, ‘We can’t, someone might come in.’

You laugh again, that evil dirty laugh that has my body begging for your attentions. ‘You’re facing me, if anyone comes in I’ll just hug you close, no one will see anything. But I want to see how hard your nipples are, how much that little walk didn’t turn you on, show me .. show me your breasts slut, NOW!’

You don’t let go of my waist so I have to lean back to finish undoing my buttons. You slap my arse, really hard and I jump against you, shock on my face and my hands shaking on my buttons. You lean in close to my ear, knowing that your words whispered to me so bitlis escort close drive me totally insane, make me lose control and beg for you. ‘You’ll show yourself off to the general public out there but you take your time to show me what I own, what’s mine? Are you trying to hang around in here so long that someone comes in huh? Do you want to me to get annoyed and let someone watch as I spank your arse for your non-compliance? Answer me you dirty little bitch, tell me you want to show yourself to me.’

I so want to say it wasn’t my choice to draw attention to me in the lobby but I know it’s futile. I know it won’t come out right and you’ll just twist what my addled head says and make me want to do more and more dirty things. I also know if I don’t answer soon I am heading for trouble; why does my head have to think about stuff; why can’t I just do as I am told when I am told; shit how long has it been since you told me to answer? seconds? minutes? Another mighty slap to my arse advises me that it’s been too long. I look up at you, ‘Yes Sir, I want to show myself to you.’

You lean down again and say in your horniest voice, right in my ear, ‘Then show me.’ You stand upright again and push me a step back from you. You let me go so that I have to do this totally on my own. You know the humiliation of it will excite me more. I know it too but I hate it. You tap your foot slowly and I take each side of my blouse in my fingers and slowly pull it open. You stare at my face for a while, watching me blush and my blush spread down to my neck and chest. I hate this and love it and I know I am getting wet. You smile and look down at my breasts, my nipples even harder now and you know they are hurting me.

‘Offer them to me slut,’ you bark at me. My hands cup each breast underneath and I push them up further, I want to touch my nipples, to ease the ache in them but I know you will go mad. I step towards you and lean back slightly, dropping my head back and pushing my breasts up. You bend slightly and breathe on one, I can feel your warm breath and god I want so much more. I want your tongue, your teeth, your lips to close round them both and suck, bite, crush and lick them. The tip of your tongue touches the skin next to my nipple and slides down to the valley between them and up the other one.

I shake and you grab my arms and pull them behind my back, supporting me as you know I weaken in excitement. Your tongue teases the skin around my other nipple and I have to ask, ‘Please Sir, please suck them, oh god please, lick them, bite them, bolu escort please Sir touch my nipples.’ You trail your tongue gently over one and with one hand you’ve freed up you rub it over the other breast, eventually squeezing the nipple between your thumb and forefinger and I cry out in pain and pleasure unsure of whether its good or bad but I need it, I want it.

Your lips close around the other one and you suck on it, you suck hard and I moan. My legs spread and I straddle your leg, abandoning myself to the pleasure now and I slide my crotch against your leg. You suck and release one nipple then the other and in between each you tell me that I am a dirty, wanton, filthy, depraved, horny little slut and you have to hold me tighter as I my body shudders and I cum. You watch me, just watch while one hand tweaks my nipple harder. Each twist and squeeze wracking my body with another shudder. Before I have stopped you turn me around and move over to the wall space by the elevator controls. There’s a mirror and you hold me there in front of it. I can see my face still high from my orgasm, not really caring where we are or what we do, my breasts blatantly and wantonly on display, my legs still spread either side of your thigh, my skirt riding up slowly.

A voice in me says, think about what you look like and where you are but you start to whisper in my ear again. ‘Are you horny little girl? Do you want to suck cock, finger your hot wet cunt, get fucked up the arse? Do you want to watch yourself get fucked? Do you want to do dirty things with me all day slut?’

Your voice in my ear, it drives me crazy, wild! ‘Yes Sir, yes I want all those things, I want to suck your cock, I want to finger my hot wet cunt and I want to get my arse fucked.’ I watch you run your hand down my body and slide my skirt up at the front, I see my stocking tops and my cunt.

I see you watching me in the mirror and I know I want you to touch me; have to have you touch me; I have to cum. ‘Fuck me Sir, please finger me, fuck me, make me cum,’ I beg. You slide your finger down the length of my cunt, touching the lips but purposely not parting them and it drives me crazy. I push my cunt forward trying to make your fingers enter me but you pull slightly away and keep them on the outside of me.

‘Please Sir, please, touch my clit, feel how wet I am, please push your fingers deep inside of me, fuck me please please.’

Suddenly your fingers, two of them, push in between my lips and my wetness seeps out and runs down me. I am soaking, so wet, so excited burdur escort and as you spread it over my cunt and round to my arse, I am thrashing against you, horny as hell. You bend me forward, spank my arse really hard many times and while you let the burning sensation sink into me you undo your trousers and release your rock hard cock. You reach under me and slide your hand through my cum dragging it back to my arse and forcing it in with your cock. As you push your cock into my arse, you raise me back up so I can see myself scream in the mirror and you can see my face. You thrust into me hard several times, talking in my ear. ‘You really are a dirty slut, do you know how wet you are? Your arse is begging for cock, do you know how dirty you are bitch?’

There’s a ding and the elevator door opens! You feel my arse clench and my body panic, my face says it all. Sheer terror! You turn me to face the door and the old man walking in. He looks up and is stunned. We all stand still,frozen for a second. I am shaking, you are calm ( bastard) and the old man is dumbstruck. The door shuts again and we are now stuck like this.

You break the ice. ‘I’m sorry for my slut Sir, she is an uncontrollable dirty girl and she wants to show herself off to someone – would you mind?’ I am praying that he says he minds, that we straighten our clothes, get off at the next level and curl up in embarrassment somewhere.

He looks at you and smiles, ‘I understand your troubles Son, girls haven’t changed over the decades. They are all dirty wanton bitches, desperate to show off their assets and torment mankind. You do what you feel is necessary boy.’

I cringe, oh my god, you have carte blanche and I have an audience to my open blouse, spread legs and raised skirt. I know he can see my cum slipping down my thighs and my cunt spread and on full display to him. Why am I thinking about this because its just exciting me more. Then you thrust into my arse again and bend down to my ear, ‘You heard the man whore, finger your clit and make yourself cum for him. Show him your wares, show him slut. Show him how hard you cum.’

You thrust into my arse again and again, my hands spread my cunt and finger my clit. He is torn between watching my open cunt on display or following my bouncing breasts but he leans back and takes in the view. One of your hands grabs my breast and pushes it up to my mouth, I look down and take my nipple in my mouth, sucking it until I know I will cum and biting it as my body explodes. My pussy gushing and squirting all over my fingers, my arse gripping your cock so hard as you cum in me, the sensation continuing my orgasm. I am lost for a while in my own world with you as I feel you twitch in my arse and my body take its time about stopping.

When we look up the lift doors are just closing and there’s a feint thank you as the gent disappears..

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All characters are over eighteen. This story explores incest and scat themes

*****

Martha stood in the bathroom doorway watching Roy on his hands and knees licking clean the rim of the toilet. He was wearing his favorite pink nightie, his makeup was perfect and his toes were painted pink to match his outfit. He could feel his mother’s eyes watching him as he continued licking the dried pee and excrement from the rim of the bowl. Martha’s pussy was dripping wet and her swollen clit ached. Roy lowered his head into the toilet and licked the inside bowl. He turned, lifted his ass for his mommy to see. She was pleased with him.

“Nice work Roy, careful not to smear your lipstick.” She said.

Roy thought to himself as he slowed down, and became more mindful. I hope this will impress mommy enough that she will allow me to lick her pussy and ass. He felt grateful to be his mother’s sissy foot slave, and was thrilled to be allowed to suckle on her breast and to be rewarded with her stroking his cock.

As she continued to watch him, she realized that her bladder was full and she needed to pee. However, she didn’t want to interrupt Roy. He carefully held his tongue out and lapped the inside walls of the bowl. He seems so content. She thought. For the first time in years, she also felt peaceful, not having to worry about Roy hanging out with the wrong crowd, and getting in trouble. She finally found a use for him, and a way to keep him under control. She felt guilty sometimes due to the sexual nature of their new relationship, but she also knew that as long as Roy desired her sexually he remained obedient.

She said, “Roy stop licking the bowl, I have to pee.”

Roy scooted alongside the toilet and knelt, he watched bayburt escort his mother, as she pulled down her pants, when she, bent over her flabby ass jiggled in his face as she turned to sit on the bowl. The scent of her sweaty ass, made his cock tingle. Her butt cheeks hung over the sides of the toilet, while she parted her legs, she exposed her hairless pussy then the sound of pee streaming into to toilet echoed.

As Roy observed his mother, he saw this as an opportunity to lick his mother’s pussy. Martha then reached for the toilet paper, while Roy was on all fours, he held out his tongue as a jester to lick her clean. A knot formed in her stomach, she had been trying to put this off for as long as she could, now she knew that she had to make a decision whether to give in to Roy’s desire. She was aware that she also wanted this, she thought, What kind of mother am I, if I let my son lick my pussy? Sucking on my breast is one thing, he drank from them when he was a baby, but this was incest.

Roy saw the hesitation on his mother’s face; he understood her dilemma and wanted to help her. He leaned closer to her pussy, and held out his tongue as far as it could reach, the tip of his tongue pressed lightly against her vagina.

The touch of Roy’s tongue sent a shiver throughout her entire body; her mind shook itself free from the morality she had always known. Her body relaxed, the aching in her head eased, while she wiggle herself forward on the toilet, and felt Roy’s tongue slip in between her wet pussy lips.

His tongue glided upward, tasting the tangy juices that mingled with her salty pee. He was delighted to have the honor of licking his mother’s pussy. His tongue found her swollen bilecik escort clit; he massaged it with short, slow strokes, causing her to quake.

The tiny climaxes shook her from inside and out as Roy explored her vagina, she felt herself quake then relax and tremor again. She ignored the stirring and grumbling of her stomach. He heard the bubbling from inside is mother’s fat belly. Then he found her sweet spot just underneath her clit. The strokes of his tongue quickened. Martha’s body exploded with pleasure, while the orgasmic wave of ecstasy washed over her.

A powerful convulsion caused her to shudder, as a gas bubble burst within her bowels a loud fart discharged from her puckered hole causing her huge ass cheeks to jiggle. Unable to regain control of her bowels, her asshole opened wide, as a fat brown turd splashed into the toilet. She was horrified, as the toilet water dripped from her ass cheeks, and the strong stench of shit filled the small bathroom.

Roy looked into the toilet, there his mother’s brown log floated in a pool of yellow water. His mother no longer quivered with pleasure so he stopped licking her pussy and looked up at her. He saw that she was panting while she bowed her head with shame.

The strong odor that arose from her pooh had an intoxicating effect on him. He gripped her wrist as she reached for the handle to flush.

“It’s Ok, I like the smell,” He said.

Her stomach turned with a repulsive twinge. Then she looked down at Roy, his lipstick was still perfect, his eyes sparkled with the curious innocence of an uninhibited child. Her body eased as she moved her hand away from the toilet handle.

She returned Roy’s smile, and he said to her, bingöl escort “Can I lick your butthole clean?”

“Are you sure, it’s dirty and disgusting.”

He responded, by holding out his tongue and wagging it for her. A tingling between her legs replaced her repulsion. Her nipples hardened, as she got up off the toilet, and leaned over the sink. She invited Roy to clean her dirty butt by wiggling her fat ass in his face.

He reached out with his tongue and gently licked from the brown circle that surrounded her asshole. A bold and sour taste danced in his mouth. Surprised by the delightful taste, he commenced to furiously devour every soiled millimeter of her ass.

The feeling of his tongue gliding up and down her crack rejuvenated the wetness between her legs. She enjoyed the wriggling of his tongue in the pucker of her filthy ass. She moaned each time she felt him probing the inside of her for more excrement to feast on. She felt the warmth of her warm nectar slowly rolling down her thighs.

Roy paused, he spread his mother’s ass cheek’s and he examined her for shit residue. She is clean as a whistle, he thought.

Still on all fours, he backed away, and said, “You’re all clean.”

“Awesome job, you are such a good mama’s boy.”

He scooted over to the toilet and looked at the turd sitting at the bottom of the yellow toilet water. He lowered his head into the bowl, with his tongue, he gently lifted the tip of her log, and he opened his mouth and took a bite.

Martha’s knew her gut reaction should be to feel sickened. However, she felt overjoyed that her once useless son, who did nothing but mooch off her was now providing her with unexpected pleasures that she never dreamed of before.

She stroked his long brown hair and said, “Flush the toilet and follow me.” He obeyed and followed her like a dog.

She sat on the couch, turned on the TV, and put her feet up on the ottoman. Without a thought, Roy sat on the floor and proceeded to suck his mother’s toes, arousing his young cock.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: The Story of Kellie Castle continues – you must read “The Castle” to avoid being lost in this story.

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When we finished making love last night, I was lying atop of you – you on your stomach – my cock buried in you from the rear. We both were so tired that we dropped off to sleep – me lying on top of you – covering you so that you would not be chilled – my cock still hard and erect inside you although my ball sack had just been sucked dry by the milking muscles of your velvet sheath.

The day dawns – scarcely moving throughout the night – we were just as we fell asleep. My cock – still rock hard? No, surely my erection had subsided during the night. Then I felt your pulses! You were squeezing – then releasing my cock with your pussy muscles. You were the reason my cock was again hard.

I leaned further up your back and began kissing you on that special spot between your shoulder and your neck – that spot that makes you squirm – and you did – pushing your firm butt back against me – and I began fucking you. Pulling my cock almost out – then plunging it back in – back and forth – in moments I began to cum – God! You are hot – milking my cock that way.

Rising off the bed – pulling you with me – we left the bedroom and entered the bath. I poured some scented bath soap into our garden tub and began filling it with hot water – tempered somewhat below the scale of scalding – while you got the washcloth wet and began washing. I settled in behind your back and leaned you against my chest.

Taking your washcloth, I began washing you – starting on your beautiful tits – nipples hard and protruding – succulent nipples – ready to be suckled – I began washing and kneading your tits – reaching down to your mons and dipping a finger inside you – flicking your little hard clit – easing a finger deep inside you. Your moaning and squirming against me tells me how much you enjoy this attention, my pet – for you did not cum before we left the bed – now is your time.

Rising – you reach between your legs and take my renewed erection in your hand – working it against your hot sex – easing me inside you as you lower your hot pussy on my huge cock until you are seated on my lap. Resting there so that you may work those fantastic muscles on my cock while I nibble and suck on your earlobe – causing your body to tremble.

Finally – you can take no more – I urge you, my pet – fuck my cock with your hot pussy – work those finely tuned muscles on me – bring yourself to orgasm – cum for me, pet – cum for your MASTER. Be vocal, my pet – tell me – tell me when you cum.

As you continue that fucking motion on my cock – your body spasms. Your cunt tightens on me – your head is thrown back against my shoulder – eyes closed – body shaking and trembling – and you cum. Telling me – “I’m cumming, MASTER!” I’m cumming – just for you – I’m cumming, MASTER JIM!”

Your spasms finally stop. You rest – still sitting on my lap – my rock hard cock still buried inside your velvet sheath. You squirm – again pulsing your muscles – urging my cum. But I’m not ready yet, my pet. Rising – I position you so that I may play with your butt. Teasing and working on that tight little star shaped ring that is your anus, I slip a finger inside – working it – pulling – stretching your sphincter so that my cock may fit inside you. Then two fingers – crossed – probing and twisting – pulling at your asshole – widening your anal ring.

I ease my cockhead into your opening. God! Your ass is so tight! I press forward – slowly at first – then withdrawing – pressing again – deeper this time – pulling back – finally bottoming inside you. I begin my motion – fucking my cock in and out of your ass as you clamp down on it – forcing my erection to get harder. I can’t last long – at this pace – my ball sack begins to tighten – forcing my hot cum up and out of my sack through my cock and into your ass – flooding your ass with that creamy liquid.

Meanwhile, you are moaning too. It seems that this anal action has my pet worked up and ready to orgasm as well. I turn you and seat you on the ledge above the tub –legs wide – spread for my feasting. Kissing and nibbling my way toward your hot pussy, I stroke your hard clit – easing a finger inside you – searching out that special spot of yours – that fleshy pad that is your G-spot – finding it – rolling it gently beneath my finger as I press and massage it.

You respond – head thrown back – lips thinly grimaced – teeth bared – breath whistling balıkesir escort through them as your orgasm overtakes you. And your body begins that earthquake tremble at the onslaught of your orgasm. I clamp my mouth on your hard clit and you cum! Cumming as never before – juices pouring out of you and I suck – suck your juices – cleansing you of all that essence that is so tasty. Finally you can take no more – pushing me away from you, you sink back into the tub with me and I hold you – caressing my precious pet – caressing your pretty hair – kissing your ruby red lips – as you regain your breath.

In time, we begin to kiss – slowly – tenderly – and then, more urgent – tongues dueling for control and you squirm against me – rubbing your hard nipples against my hairy chest. Placing my hands under your armpits, I lift you again – seating you on the ledge at the head of the tub. I turn on the water – warming slightly above body temperature. Positioning the spray nozzle against your sex, I adjust the spray until it is pulsating – water pounding against your clit. Your labia – red and swollen – inviting me – begging me – hardening clit – searching once again for release.

I turn off the spray and begin working my fingers in you – first one. Then two – finally 3 – fingers crossed and twisting and turning – opening you up for me. Then 4 – all four fingers in you spreading your sex as never before. Can you take my fist, my love – let’s see. I fold my thumb along my palm and begin to push – forcing my hand into you – slowly – watching the grimace of pain on your face. I withdraw – pouring some liquid gel on my hand, I renew my efforts – pushing and twisting until my hand enters your uterus with a loud ‘plop’.

Folding my fingers – I make a fist – locked tightly inside you and I begin to rotate it slowly – allowing my huge knuckles to massage your sex – pulling back – attempting to turn you inside out with my fist – then pushing in as far as I can – arm buried well past the wrist now – all slippery and wet with your copious juices.

All this time – you are panting – barely able to breathe – barely able to speak – to urge me on to tell me how much you are enjoying this exquisite torture. Yelling now – “Fuck me!” “Fuck me!” “MASTER – PLEASE – PLEASE FUCK ME – HARD!”

And you begin to cum – your body quivering and shaking – head thrown back – eyes closed – lips tight in the pain of your orgasm – and you cum –juices flowing out of you like a small river – continuing to cum – all over my hand – all over my wrist – making your pussy more slippery than ever – easing my path to your depths.

You collapse on the ledge – legs spread wide and body limp. I ease my hand out of you – a chore made easier by your juices. I lean forward and cleanse your sex of your succulent juice – savoring in the woman taste and aroma as I do. Using a washcloth, I continue cleaning you. Pulling you off the ledge onto my lap – I continue washing your body – your neck and shoulders – your breasts. And you begin to move – coming to.

We leave the tub and you dry the water from by body. I dry the water off my pretty slave and we go to the bedroom to dress. First – my pet. We must have your tight corset in place before we have breakfast. After lacing you up – tightly, I might add – I insure that your beautiful breasts are pushed up and out – nipples exposed – red and hard for my pleasure. Then – the thigh high stockings – attached to your garter belt – firmed and smoothed up your pretty legs. Then, finally your 4” heels – black as all your clothing is.

You go to the kitchen to cook while I dress. Today is the day we explore every nook and cranny of the castle. I’m sure there are places we haven’t seen.

Dressed in black slacks, socks and house slippers, I put on my dressing gown and go downstairs to the dining room where you have just placed a steaming hot breakfast for both of us on the table. I bid my pet to have a seat and we begin to eat – famished from all the early morning exercise. Soon we are done. I retire to the den with a cup of coffee while my pet cleans up.

Soon you are done and enter the den – eyes downcast – not daring to look upon my face. You knew – as is our signal in the past – that once your corset is in place – you resume the role of total slave until I give you permission otherwise. You kneel at my feet – arms resting on the tops of your thighs – palms upward in supplication – awaiting my next command.

When I finish my coffee – I hand bartın escort you the cup and bid you rise and follow me – telling you that you may raise your eyes. We are going to explore.

Passing through the kitchen, you place the coffee cup on the counter and continue following me. I had spotted a ring in the wall at the far end of the kitchen and I was curious about it. I reached the ring. It seemed to be mounted onto a pin that protruded from the wall and seemed to serve no purpose. A towel was placed through the ring – but – the kitchen proper was so far removed from this towel that it made it all look ludicrous.

I reached for the ring and pulled. Nothing. Lifting the ring upwards did nothing either. Then I twisted the ring. To the right – nothing. To the left – the wall began to move and opened up a great door in the wall of the kitchen beyond which stairs dropped downward – going out of sight in the gloom. I tested the ring by twisting it to the right again and the door closed. Opening the door again, it looked as though there was a bottomless pit beyond the gloom.

I sent you for a lighted hurricane lamp and, when you returned, entered the opening – first looking right and left for the key to close the door behind us, if need be, and to later open the door. On the right side – near the exit – was a similar ring (without a towel this time) and, upon twisting it to the right – the door closed. To the left – it opened again.

Satisfied that we wouldn’t have any problems getting back into the kitchen – we began descending the wide stairs. Stairs hewn in the rock of the base of the castle – stairs that took many hours of slave labor to construct for they followed the wall and spiraled to the right as they descended.

Holding the lantern high – I could make out the floor some 20 or so feet beneath me. We continued to descend – my pet shivering in the cold.

On the floor of the dungeon, I began to survey our surroundings. Dirt floor – black, soft dirt. On one wall there were a series of rings – some high above our heads – some waist high – some barely off the floor. A likely place to tie up and torture a slave, no doubt. Near the wall opposite the bottom of the stairs stood a table – again, hewn out of the very stone the castle was resting upon – very much like the one in the kitchen yet different. This table was more rounded. With several rings mounted just below the table’s top – running around the table in a somewhat symmetrical pattern. Curious, but nothing to tell me why they were placed that way. Some, I knew, could be used to tie a slave upon the block. What tortures did they employ in years past?

I noticed several sconces on the walls of the dungeon – yes – dungeon – for that was what it appeared to be. No windows – no other doors – at least, as far as I could tell.

We went back up the stairs and, after trying the opening and closing of the door again – I closed up the dungeon door. Leaving you to your own devices, I went to town to buy some equipment for our ‘dungeon’.

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My pet had dinner prepared when I returned – after eating, I carried all the heavy equipment down to the dungeon and placed it on the table. While you busied yourself with the cleaning chores – I began to outfit the dungeon for our pleasure – attaching chains and cuffs to all the rings on the wall (except for those that were waist high) and on the table.

I noticed, when I had finished, an extra ring over to one side – on a wall all by itself. Was this, perhaps, where they tied an animal to tempt him to charge at the other ones chained to the wall?

Then, thinking it might be like the opening and closing ring for the door, I decided to give it a twist. To the right – nothing – to the left – a section of the wall opened to reveal a closet behind it – loaded with all manner of torture equipment. Cat-o-nine-tails – floggers – paddles – thumbscrew clamps (for nipples – or clits) – a veritable plethora of equipment. There was even a wet bar installed complete with all kinds of alcoholic drinks.

One item of interest in the closet was a couple of chairs. Just in case you get tired of lying on the table – there was a ‘unique’ chair. For want of a better name, I call it a ‘Love chair’.

The love chair looks a lot like an ordinary wooden patio chair with wide arms. There are some subtle differences, though. When someone sits down, a hidden mechanism clamps a metal band around their waist.

Pressure batman escort on the wooden arms, causes two more bands to clamp around each wrist and forearm. When the legs are in the right position, two more bands can be clamped around them.

The chair also has several hinged sections to move it into different positions. As the chair opens, it reveals a small stool between your lover’s legs. It was just the right height for licking pussy.

I called my pet downstairs and placed her in the chair. Once seated, my pet couldn’t move a muscle. I turned several levers and began lifting her legs and spreading them.

I sat down on the stool. Spreading her pussy lips, I leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on her swollen clit. Her response was immediate.

Though she couldn’t move, there was an imperceptible twitch of her hips. My pet was turned on. Being totally helpless and bound in the chair had her pussy creaming.

I got up off the stool. Taking the leather strap at the top of the chair, I fastened it around her forehead.

Then, I took my cock and began to rub it around her face, teasing her with it. As her lips opened to accept it, I drew back out of reach. After a few minutes of this, I sat back down.

Then, I licked her pussy until she was ready to cum. Each time I felt that she was on the verge of cumming, I stopped. I kept her on the brink until she was begging me to fuck her.

Standing up, I placed my cock in her waiting mouth. As she began to suck, it got harder and harder.

Finally, when I could take no more, I sat down and slid the stool toward her. As the stool moved into position, my huge cockhead spread her pussy lips.

When she felt my cock enter her steaming pussy, her body began to quiver in orgasm. I began to stroke back and forth. The tightness of her pussy was massaging my huge cock and cum was building up in my balls.

Just before cumming, I stood and forced my cock in her mouth. A couple of sucks later and I began to cum, spurting thick gushes of cum down her throat. My little love slave kept sucking until my balls were drained.

I took a phallic shaped dildo from an assortment on the wall and inserted it into her cunt. Then I repositioned the chair where it wouldn’t fall out.

I cleaned up and, after going back upstairs to our bedroom, lay down for a nap. Leaving her in the chair with the dildo in place would keep her pussy hot while I regained some strength.

When I woke up, I went down to see how my pet was doing. She was looking in my direction, but not really seeing me. Her eyes had a glazed look and I knew the dildo was working. My cock began to swell.

Taking a hand vibrator from the wall, I plugged it in to the nearby convenient outlet, finally realizing electricity was down here and placed my hand on the chair. Just touching the wood anywhere set up vibrations throughout it. Since the dildo was resting against the wood, the vibrations were sent to the inner reaches of my love slave’s cunt.

She began to cum and her copious juices soaked the chair beneath her. Withdrawing my hand from the chair, I turned off the vibrator. Pressing a button that released her from the chair, I helped her up and over to the table.

The cold of the stone table began working on my pet and her nipples began to stiffen. After chaining her down with the cuffs, I placed a couple of nipple clamps on her – one on each nipple. And a third on her protruding clit – red and inflamed as it was – it began to get harder.

I leaned over and kissed her – softly inserting my tongue in her mouth – sucking her tongue when offered – nibbling her lips – then moving to the side of her neck – driving her crazy with desire. I noticed that the table was becoming wet with her juices.

Releasing her cuffs – I moved to her feet. Taking one foot in each hand – I pulled her toward me until the head of my cock was at her opening. Then – one more pull and it entered her – another and she slid off the table – with my hard cock fully embedded in her. She wrapped her arms around my neck – her legs around my waist as I supported her weight with my hands on her ass – holding her in place as I began stroking my cock in and out of her. God! What a tight position. I could feel my ball sack begin to tighten – signaling my cum and the pressure up through that little tube through the end of my cock – flooding her depth with my cream. And she began to cum. Quivering and shaking – pussy muscles contracting – milking my poor cock of its final spurts of cum as our combined juices ran out of her – soaking our groins.

I let her down and the two of us made our way up the stairs – and up the other stairs to our bath. Running a hot bath – I removed my pet’s clothing and placed her in the bath – climbing in behind her to soak and rest.

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“How was your day,” Melissa asked, settling down in a comfortable bedroom chair, the laptop open on the dressing table with its webcam pointed at her, and the screen showing Rob seated on the edge of his bed at the Hotel. Melissa had received Rob’s call a few minutes before, and with a promise to call him right back, had run upstairs to the privacy of their bedroom for the discussion to follow.

“I’m tired, but it had a lot of good parts talking with my contacts at Heningship-Dortman. Then I had to sit through some boring presentation by their PR people about the new building they’re putting up in Hutchinson. It was almost 7:30 before I got out of there. Then I had dinner with Richterson and Smathers. I’m meeting with them early tomorrow to see how we might be involved in insuring parts of the new project, and then we’re going to ride out to the site. How was your day?” asked Rob.

“Oh, my day was great, really,” Melissa responded. “I spent the morning and early afternoon at the Real Estate office, but once the snow started nobody was going to be walking in and Tony was staying until closing, so I left. It was nice to get home early and do a few things around here, but I always like it better when you’re here to be with when I get home.”

“Yeah,” said Rob, “I like that too.”

Rob was staying at a hotel while out of town on a business trip. A week before, his wife had come upon his cache of female domination magazines and videos, and had confronted him with her discovery. Horrified at anyone learning his secret craving, he was both ashamed and amazed when his sexually conservative wife demanded that he perform certain of the magazine’s depictions. Now he was going to find out what she had been thinking when she made him pack a pair of her heels and a vibrator in the suitcase to take on his trip. “You’ll find out when you call me from your hotel room at night for phone sex.” Rob’s wife, Melissa, had never had phone sex with him before. In fact, Melissa had always had a saddeningly restricted sexual repertoire.

“Are you ready for bed?” Melissa asked. “Let me see,” she said coyly. A sheepish look crossed Rob’s face, as he swung his legs up and rolled away from the camera on the bed so Melissa could see that the bed was turned down and he was just wearing his underpants. “Were you thinking about me today? Thinking about what was going to happen tonight when you were ready for bed? You have to tell your mistress how it made you feel.”

She could see that Rob was already getting hard, despite the slightly humiliated look on his face. “Well,” he mumbled, “Yes. I did think about you. Really, I always think about you,” he said.

“And did you think about me wearing my heels,” she asked. “Did you think about being allowed to kiss them, and show me how much you love that I wear them? About showing me how much you love them?”

“Yes,” said Rob, now giving up any hope of maintaining “dignity”, still ashamed of what he knew she was going to make him do, yet craving it immensely.

“Do you have the gifts I gave you to take on your trip as a token of my love for you; to remind you that you’re mine, and so you can show your love for me? Let me see them,” coaxed Melissa. Rob bent down and produced the pair of heels Melissa had given him, the vibrator, and a tube of KY jelly.

“That’s very good, Rob. Now move the laptop farther back if you can so I can get a fuller view of you. Maybe you can put it on a phone book or something to get it a little higher, so I can look down slightly at you when you’re on the bed.” Melissa saw Rob’s image shake on the screen as he pushed the laptop as far back on the dresser as it would go until it hit the wall, and then prop it up with his brief case and some phone books. The move was adequate to let her see from the pillow down to about where Rob’s knees would be if he were lying flat on the bed, and sufficiently high and angled down to give her a good view or Rob’s face, chest, tummy, and cock from above. “Now step out of your underpants, and get the end and shaft of that vibrator covered with KY,” Melissa directed.

Rob turned toward the bed, his back to the laptop. He removed the top from the KY tube, and squeezed out a bubble on the business end of the vibrator. Then he squeezed it out along the sides of the vibrator’s shaft. “Don’t turn around, Rob,” Melissa said, her voice reflecting a little smile but much authority. “Now bend over so I can see your pussy. Good. Reach back and spread those cheeks. Now let me watch you make my love toy disappear. Do it! Surround it with your love. Show me how well you can make love to my toy with that vagina you have,” she said. Rob bent over, and slowly inserted ardahan escort the vibrator in his rectum. “Yes, slowly now, let your little twat relax and open for it. Slide it in and out. Let me see you fucking yourself. Let me see you surrounding my toy with your love; surrounding it with the pussy that loves me,” said Melissa, a combination of sensual teasing and insistence reflected in her tone. Then, in a more demanding voice, she said, “That IS your pussy, isn’t it!”

“Yes,” said Rob.

“Keep that inside you. Turn around and look at me.” Rob complied “Now. Yes what?” Melissa asked.

“Yes mistress,” Rob replied.

“That’s not what I was looking for. I want to know what’s surrounding my toy. Now look straight at me and tell me exactly what you’re using to fuck my toy. What you use to make it disappear?” Melissa demanded slyly.

“My pussy,” Rob surrendered, knowing it was the ultimate submission.

“Yes,” said Melissa, with a look of satisfaction. “I love you, Rob, and I want you to know it. You’ll know I love you because my toy will be inside you, and you’ll show you love me by surrounding my toy with your love. Now lie down on the bed on your back. You may need to take the other pillow and position it below your pussy to keep my toy inside you. Get yourself comfortable.”

Rob lay back on the bed, then positioned the second pillow beneath his buttocks to keep the vibrator firmly in his ass. With the computer on top of the dresser to the right of the bed and higher, pointing slightly down, Melissa was looking from above with a view from Rob’s head to below his knees.

“Do you feel me vibrating inside you,” Melissa asked.

“Yes,” said Rob.

“Its embarrassing, having a pussy and knowing I know it and am inside it, but it feels good, doesn’t it?” Melissa asked.

“Yes,” said Rob feeling both excitement and humiliation.

“And are my balls full of my sperm ready for you to release the way I tell you?” Melissa asked.

“Yes,” said Rob.

Melissa now settled down to measured and soothing speech, like a hypnotist leading a relaxation or focus exercise. “Rob, I want you to think about me sitting on a bench that’s across and over your knees, so that my feet with their heels are dangling over your cock and my balls,” said Melissa, removing her top so that Rob could see her bare breasts as she spoke. Melissa did have another vibrator, and could have joined in trying to get off, but she wasn’t ready to do anything like that with Rob looking on, and was really still focused on doing this new thing she had learned about with Rob.

“My heels are resting on those balls, and the instep of each shoe is on either side of your cock, with the soles resting on your tummy, and the toes pointing at your head. Imagine yourself holding my legs lovingly, to guide the shoes up and down the length of your cock. Imagine me looking down at you, and you looking into my eyes, as I feel the excitement and longing to orgasm conveyed by your trembling hands that caress and pilot my legs to glide the shoes over your cock. Imagine me feeling your need, striving for the release you can only bring about by caressing and steering my legs: The legs that must constantly sense your love and adoration if you’re to be allowed to continue holding them. Imagine me knowing and feeling your desperation to cum, to masturbate yourself with my shoes, as I look down on you cherishing my legs in yearning for the release only they and I can elicit. The release you can have only by revealing yourself and those hidden secrets totally to me. No longer can you hide your longing to fuck my shoes and lick them clean. And when you cum, and do not want to lick your cum, you’ll know my making you do it will strangely only increase your need and longing for the next time.

“Take the shoes, now, one in each hand, and show me the motion they would make on your cock, with the heels stirring those balls, the balls that are all mine; the balls that you gave to me on our wedding day, those sperm factories that make what is just for me, just mine, working to produce a big load to cover my shoes. That’s it. Rub them on your cock. Just as you dreamed of them caressing your cock when you thought about me wearing them; about kissing them, as you jerked yourself off in the bathroom. Now you’ll be jerking off right in front of me. It’s the only way you will masturbate. No more secrets. Look at me. I’m watching you masturbating yourself right now, right in front of me. You have a hardon for my shoes, don’t you, rubbing them on your cock working to get off, to cover my shoes with a big load. Look at me looking right at you as you do artvin escort it, my toy fucking your pussy, right in front of me, as you masturbate with my shoes to make a big load: A big load that I know and you know you will lick from my shoes, because I will make you; because its what you wanted to do, and now you have to do right in front of me with every single drop of my sperm you ever exude.

“Look at my breasts, Rob. They’re hungry to be covered in your cum when I make you jerk off on them, and even hungrier to feel you lovingly lick them clean, ecstatic in knowing that you are the one; you are the only one; who has ever kissed them. Aside from our babies, you are the only one who has ever sucked on them. You will know they’re yours and that I’m keeping you mine because you will lick the crème my balls produce from by tits, and my shoes, and my legs, and wherever else I tell you to put it. Yes, work those shoes on your cock, work to give me a big load; a big load of cum; do it knowing you will lick every drop from my shoes. Won’t you!!” Melissa demanded, her tone changing from the seductive and mischievous to the commanding, as she required his confession that he was excited by the thought of licking his cum from her shoes.

“Yes,” admitted Rob helplessly.

“Yes, what!” demanded Melissa.

“Yes I want to cum on your shoes and I will lick all the cum from your shoes,” Rob blurted, like a prisoner finally “spilling his guts”, making his full confession, giving it all, as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“And why do I let you cum inside me, and on my shoes, and tits, and elsewhere?” asked Melissa.

“Because you love me,” Rob replied.

“Yes. I love you. I’m entitled to know all these little secrets, and I get to choose to love you with any I can. And why do you bring me every hardon, and give me my sperm where I tell you, and cleanse me lovingly and worshipfully?” Melissa demanded.

“Because I love you,” replied Rob. Throughout the adventures in domination they had tried since Melissa’s discovery of his hidden fantasies, Rob had a sense of elation and satisfaction of a long-held desire, coupled with a terrible fear that the discovery of his craving and sight of him doing these things would somehow disgust or dismay Melissa in a way that would forever damage their marriage. He certainly didn’t want that. He was comforted to hear Melissa demand that he acknowledge that for Melissa these were things in furtherance of her love for him, and that he’d better be reciprocating with an increased sense of intimacy and love for her.

“You’re getting closer. Imagine how ardently you would be moving my legs now,” said Melissa, as he worked the shoes on his cock. “Imagine how ardently you will be moving them, when you’re back home and I have you lie beneath the card table as I go through the multiple listings, and sit on a bench over you just like I’m describing.” With increasing urgency he strove to make it happen, desperately sliding the pre-cum lubricated shoes up and down the sides of his cock, the forward part of each shoe’s arch and upper overhanging and astride the bulbous end of his cock, converging beside and over, rubbing the corona and glans, the heels stirring his testicles. Ashamed before, now he looked at her honestly, totally exposed, emotionally naked, stimulated by the sight of his wife willingly viewing and accepting his most secret revelation, and wanting her to know the depth of his longing to share his most hidden fantasies and have her accept and participate in them.

Rob’s cock started spurting. “Keep rubbing those shoes,” Melissa said sternly. “You keep rubbing them until every single drop of my sperm is out of my balls. Yes, keep working those shoes on your cock, working those heels on my balls; keep stroking, just like my toy keeps fucking that pussy you have, keep masturbating those shoes on that cock; get out every drop of my semen for me,” Melissa continued, until finally it was obvious that Rob was spent and his orgasm had been carried all the way to maximum fulfillment.

“How was that,” Melissa asked sweetly, her expression showing she wanted to know it had been good for Rob.

“It was great,” said Rob, lying on the bed with his arms and her shoes now at his side, giving the appearance of an athlete recovering from having just finished a race. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Melissa said, “I always want it to be good for you, Rob. I love you. I want you to know that all night tonight, and all day tomorrow, and every day for the rest of your life. My toy fucks you because I love you. My shoes just fucked you because I love you. You get to cum on them aydın escort because I love you. And you get to lick them clean and love me with your tongue because I love you and because you need to show your love for me.

“And that’s why my toy is going to keep fucking you until you rub every inch of those shoes in the cum on your stomach, and get them all wet. Then you’re going to sit up and lick every inch of each shoe with your tongue while you look straight at me and I watch you eat every drop of my cream. Now start rubbing those shoes, and get every inch of the tops and bottoms wet for me.”

Rob took the shoes and began rubbing them in the cum on his stomach. Eventually Melissa told him he had enough to start, and to stand up, keep the vibrator inside him, and look at her. “Hold that shoe up in front of you,” she said. Rob did as instructed. “Now I want you to tell me you love me and beg to be allowed to lick my sperm from my shoe,” she said.

Rob looked at her, the shoe held just below the line from his eyes to the screen, the cum on it conspicuously visible to both of them. “I love you,” said Rob. “Please let me lick your sperm from your shoe.”

“Thank you, Rob,” said Melissa. “Thank you for loving me. Thank you for marrying me and giving yourself to me. Now you may lick my shoe clean. Let me see you doing it lovingly; appreciatively. Look at me as you do it. Keep doing it, and returning the shoe to your belly to scrape up the rest of the sperm, until you’ve eaten it all for me. You are the one I picked. You are the one who gets to care for me and lick and kiss and hold me, and you will know it because you will lick every single drop of that love juice my balls produce from now on.”

As Melissa continued her stimulating and engaging verbal love serenade, Rob finished licking the shoes. Finally Melissa commended him for a good job, allowing him to remove the vibrator, put the shoes down, and sit on the edge of the bed.

“Was it good for you,” Melissa asked. “Do you know I love you?”

“Yes,” Rob said, spent but knowing he was speaking the truth. “It was wonderful. Thank you. And I do love you. I was thinking about you and this all day, so embarrassed, and yet wanting it so much. It was so wonderful. Was it terrible for you?”

“No,” said Melissa. “It still seems strange. It’s very different from anything I would have thought of. But I know that’s also a problem I have, being so restricted in what I’m comfortable with, but somehow this is OK, and I feel really good about our having found a way to solve some of the things that I know have left you feeling unsatisfied. You do feel satisfied, don’t you? Or do I have to fuck you and make you cream and lick my shoes again right now?” she asked in mock threateningly tones, having seen his cock harden slightly as she talked to him while he licked the cum from her shoes.

“No,” said Rob. “I’m spent. In fact, I know you mentioned doing this in the morning as well as at bedtime, but I really think I’ll still be quite satisfied in the morning, and need to get ready to meet Richterson, so could we skip it for the morning and leave it for me to call you tomorrow night?”

“Sure,” said Melissa. “I love you. Call me in the morning. I want to hear from you. But sure, we can give your weenie a rest. Good night, sweetheart, I love you.”

“I love you too,” said Rob. “Good night.”

Their computers disconnected. So they had done it. They had had their first “phone sex”, and it was better than Rob could ever have imagined. He slept well, and had a productive next day. Melissa, too, felt in one way strange for what she had just done, but in another way closer and more connected to Rob.

The following night Rob and Melissa skyped again at bedtime. “You know,” said Rob, “I guess I’m not as young as I used to be. I’m still feeling so satisfied, and I think my cock is a little chaffed from last night, so could we skip the sex for tonight?”

“Sure,” said Melissa. They discussed the events of each other’s days, and finally it was time to say good night and go to sleep. “Could I ask a question?” Melissa asked sheepishly?

“Of course,” said Rob.

“I was looking more in those magazines. That vibrator falls out of your ass unless it’s held in. They have these inflatable butt vibrators that can be blown up once they’re inside to keep them in there. Do they have any stores where you are that you could get one?”

“Yes,” said Rob, thrilled by Melissa’s interest and willingness to talk about toys she would like. “I’ll see what I can find.”

“What time do you think you’ll get home tomorrow night?” She asked.

“Hopefully I’ll be home by ten,” said Rob. “I can’t wait to see you.”

“I can’t wait to see you either,” said Melissa, a little sheepishly. “I’m feeling ready for some romantic lovemaking. It’s coming up on two weeks since we really did it,” she said.

“I can’t wait either,” said Rob sweetly, as they said good night and hung up.

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JOE:

It is a beautiful day on the river. I come here often to fish. I enjoy the peaceful sound of the water running along the river banks and the feel of it rushing over my calves as I stand knee deep and cast my line. Even when I don’t catch a thing, I feel my day has not been wasted, I think of it as a mental health day, a cleansing of my soul.

I like this little secluded spot I found about a mile upstream. It is a little bit of a hike, but worth it to have the water to myself. I am not always alone however, she comes to watch me fish, or read a book. I have even on occasion seen her sketching in a drawing pad. I have never seen the drawings, never even asked. We are each doing our own thing and respecting the others space. We don’t speak, yet it is a companionable silence. The first time I noticed she was here I was annoyed that my solitude had been interrupted, but as she never disturbed me, I grew used to her. Now I even get a smile on my face when I see her arrive, and she will sometimes give me a “Thumbs Up” when I land a good sized fish.

Today, when I arrived, I looked around for her. She wasn’t here, and I was a little surprised at my inner disappointment. But I brushed it off and set about baiting my hook. Took a step out into the water and a deep relaxing breath, and let fly my first cast of the day. It was such a nice day that I didn’t notice as the time moved by. I only realized it was near noon when my stomach started to get a little rumble going. I decided to reel in my line and sit on the large boulder by the river bank and have a bite to eat. I pulled out one of the ham sandwiches I had packed that morning for lunch and took a big bite. Leaning back and enjoying the view around me. I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear the wildlife moving in the brush and trees around me. I finished eating and took a big slug off the Ice Tea I had brought, then packed everything back in the cooler I had brought with me, and set back to get fishing. It only just then dawned on me that I hadn’t caught a thing yet. I chuckled at that and decided I would change bait. Maybe they would like some crickets instead.

Now, I don’t usually notice it, but for some reason, as the afternoon started to move on, I actually started feeling a little lonely today. No sooner did that thought pop into my head, I looked up and saw her walking down the little trail to the small clearing across the river. She set her things down, spread out a small blanket and sat down casually upon it. Only then did she look up and catch my eye. She smiled and gave me a little wave. I tipped my fishing cap back at her, and realized I had a pretty goofy looking grin on my face. I was glad she had arrived. She looked so comfortable and cool in a nice floral sundress, what do I know from colors, it was some shade of orange, but I’m sure they got a fancy sounding name for it. Little light weight nothings of sandals on her tiny feet, which she kicked off almost as soon as she arrived. I watched as she rummaged around in her bag, pulled out a book, and waved at me again, before she rolled over onto her belly, book in front of her, back and feet to me and proceeded to get lost in her story. I sighed contentedly and proceeded to reel in my line for another cast.

For a while the day moved forward like this..I casting my line…she reading her book…only stopping occasionally to change positions for both of us.

LILY:

I hate when I have to work on Saturday. Today was such a lovely day too. I was sure he would be fishing today. I love to spend the day with him, watching him fish, even though he doesn’t know this. I have never spoken to him about it. Maybe if I hurry, I can get this work done and still make it to the river.

I rush out the door, headed to work, still thinking about how to get things done and get out of there, as I start the car.

Several hours later, I look down at my watch as I pull into the driveway back at home. Not quite noon! Not bad. I still have some time if I hurry. Thinking to myself of the things I need to get together for the trip to the river…bag, paper, pencils, adana escort book, water bottle…should I eat before I go or pack something to eat there, hmmmmm? Rummaging through drawers, finding the essentials. I head for the bedroom to change clothes. As I step into the closet, I see several skirts and tops, but I don’t want anything binding, the day calls for comfort and relaxation, then I spot the coral sundress. Perfect! Slip on some flip-flops and grab the bag, I’m headed back out the door.

As I drive, I think about the past couple of months. I remember how, when I first decided to follow him upriver, he did not seem pleased at all. I had watched for a couple of weekends as he had arrived and always headed up the trail, away from the swimming area and the noisy families. Some mornings I had seen his car, but he must have arrived early enough to have avoided the crowd near the parking area. Then one morning I had decided…what the heck, lets see where he goes. It was quite a little hike, up to his fishing spot, but when I got there I could see why he bothered. It was a beautiful spot. With a nice little clearing under the shade of a large tree, close to the river. Only a couple of steps down, to be able to wade in and feel the cool water on my feet. He had slowly gotten used to my presence so that I think now, maybe, he even enjoys seeing me.

I arrive at the river and park, I notice his vehicle is here and grin. I rush to get up the trail, even stumbling once over a branch in the path. As I near our spot, I slow to a leisurely pace. No need to appear in a hurry, wouldn’t want him to get suspicious of my motives. I’m pretty sure I have him convinced I just wanted a quiet spot as well, and that he has no idea, I actually find him very attractive and just like being near him. Watching as he casts his line, his biceps going taut then relaxing, his legs and arms tan from the time spent in the sun. Very nice to look at. When I turn the last bend in the trail I see he is there, in the water, casting his line. I proceed to set up my little area, and sit down. I glance at him casually and wave. I can feel my pulse pick up the tempo as I see he has removed his shirt and the wet hair indicates he had cooled himself with a duck in the water. I lie down and face away from him so I can try to read my book. If I had to look at that view, I knew I wouldn’t get any reading done.

Still, as I read the same line over and over again, I find myself thinking about him. We are pretty close to the same age, and neither of us are what you would call spring chickens. But I have managed to hold on to what many men would still call attractive looks, and He definitely has nothing to worry about. And I can tell he isn’t the type who even considers his looks as he dresses for the day. He has an easy confidence. My thoughts have me fidgeting in place, I have rearranged myself several times trying to get comfortable. At last I just give up and sit up, with my back against the tree. This is just so silly. I should just say something to him, but I don’t want to break the silence.

I watch him for a few minutes, casting and reeling in his line. I let my mind wander to what I would really rather do than talk to him even. For several weekends now I have been letting myself daydream about him walking over without a word and reaching over to touch me. Maybe starting at my shoulders, a hand caressing the soft skin, traveling up to my chin, lifting my head to lean in close and the touch of his lips as he gently kisses mine. I close my eyes, and let the fantasy run wild in my head.

JOE:

I look over casually to see she has sat up and has leaned up against the tree. I cast my line again, only to realize…wait a sec. I glance back at her to see what had caught my attention and made me look again. Her eyes are open and she is looking right at me, but I don’t think she even sees me. It wasn’t her eyes that I realize I had seen at first glance though. It was her hands. I look back at her eyes, they are closed now, with her head against the tree. She is biting her lower adıyaman escort lip, oblivious to my presence it seems. I am mesmerized as I watch her hands, one is raised and moving slowly along her neck, lifting her hair, as the other is….slowly traveling up her thigh, legs slightly apart. I shake my head, and close and open my eyes again to make sure I’m not imagining this. I watch as her hand unconsciously moves higher, her dress moving with her arm, lifting higher, till I can see a hint of light blue between her legs. Any pretense of fishing has completely left my mind. I glance back at her face, eyes still closed, tongue darts out to lick her lips. As I let my eyes travel back down to her hand I see she has finally reached the edge of the blue I saw a second ago. As she brushes her fingers across the fabric, I see her body shiver. Her hand stops, I glance back at her eyes. They are open and seeing now, her face a very pretty shade of rose, as she blushes….

LILY:

Mmmm, as my imagination leaps forward, I am feeling very aroused. When I feel myself moan aloud, I am jolted out of my trance. As I looked up at him I realize he had been watching me, and I don’t know for how long. I also notice that my thoughts had managed to travel through my body. My nipples were hard, and my hand was resting on my mound, beneath my dress, my legs open and my panties visible. I took all of this in in a second, then felt the rush of blood to my cheeks as I realized he also noticed everything I just did. I jumped to pull my dress down and straighten my hair, looking away. OMG, what had I done, I’m sooo embarrassed. What does he think of me? I try to look back over nonchalantly. He is still standing there in the middle of the little river, not moving, just watching me, with a half smile lifting the corner of his mouth. Then he does something completely unexpected. He backs up to sit on a rock across the river from me, lifts a knee, looking very comfortable and raises his hand to me, as if to say…carry on.

I’m shocked. I know I look ridiculous, sitting there with my mouth hanging open. I close it slowly. Look around me for something…I don’t know what…look back at him. He seems perfectly relaxed, waiting for me to…continue? I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. I wonder if I could actually do something that bold. Well…obviously I can, I just was…but could I do it consciously, knowing I was being watched? I look down and raise the hem of my dress an inch or two, look back up at him. Questioning him with my eyes, he nods back at me. Okay, so this is what he meant. As I try to relax, I realize I am a little moist and, not just a little, turned on. Maybe if I don’t look at him, go back to my fantasy I can do this.

I close my eyes, and imagine it is his hand sliding my dress up my thigh, so slowly it aches, another hand at the swell of my breast. His lips on my neck licking the curve of my collarbone, up slowly to my ear. I move my fingers closer to my inner thighs and let them caress the soft skin between my legs, lifting my dress higher. My other thumb brushing across my nipple. I take a deep breath to steady myself, and open my eyes to look directly into his. I feel the heat in my glace, I see the arousal in his. I glance down and see he has his own hand placed on the outside of his shorts, stroking through the fabric. I look back to his eyes, as I reach up to the straps of my sundress and lower them over my shoulders, pulling the bodice down. Revealing the bared skin to his gaze, lowering still further, as my breast are released from the fabric. My nipple pert at his glance, I run my fingers across each one, as he presses his hand harder against the bulge I see building there.

JOE:

I could feel my cock twitching as I watched her unconsciously stroke herself, but when she blushed, I felt it leap. She shuffled about her straightening things trying to look distracted, but I wanted more. I thought my best bet was a challenge. Most women love a dare, to prove themselves. I was pretty sure begging or demanding wasn’t gonna work with afyon escort her, but maybe a challenge…along the lines of..”is that all”. Eyebrows raised, head tilted, cocky half smile, as she looked back at me. I could see her gears turning now, considering her options. Then when she tentatively raised her skirt for me, I knew I had her. I calmly nodded to her, as I watched her close her eyes and lean her head back.Her cautious movments, I knew an audience was was a new experience for her. I also knew the moment when the forced display reverted ti instinct, as her body relaxed and relayed the signals of excitement coursing through her. The next time she looked at me I could see the lust burning in her eyes. My cock was pressing against my shorts now straining to be freed.

As I watched her, she lowered the top of her little dress, and as she was wearing no bra, I saw her luscious breasts fully open to my view. I reached for my zipper and lowered it, pulling out my stiff cock stroking my self as she pleasured herself in front of me. I watched as she moved her hands back to her thighs, spreading them farther for my full view, She wasn’t so far away that I couldn’t see the darker blue in the crotch of her panties. Knowing that she was wet just made my cock pulse harder in my hand. She rubbed her hand over her panties, running her finger up and down the crevice, panties getting darker with each pass. Damn! she was soaked. She slowly slid the fabric over and I get the full effect of her glistening pussy as she spread her lips for me. The whole time she was either watching my face or looking down and watching me stroke my cock.The look of passion in her eyes had me getting harder still. I could feel a drop of pre-cum slide down the shaft as my hand moved faster on my “rod”.

LILY:

I watched as he pulled his hard cock from his shorts, and it sprung into the sunlight. He stroked it for me and I felt the muscles in my womb clench, the juices flowing inside me, dampening my panties. It was so warm I had to reach down and try to relieve the throbbing with my hands. I wanted him to watch me now, no longer nervous or self conscious. I rubbed myself first through my panties, then I moved them aside to feel the wet flesh, hot and throbbing beneath my fingers. I hadn’t even penetrated within and I was already so close to a climax. But I wanted to hold on and watch as he stroked his cock to match my tempo. I knew he was not far off himself when he could no longer sit on his rock, but stood to really give me an awesome view. As I realized we were both moaning and panting now, I plunged two fingers into the depths of my pussy, screaming as I felt the first wave hit me. I knew it wouldn’t take much. All these new experiences had me more excited than I had ever remembered being before. I looked up at him with raw passion as my orgasm overtook me, flooding me, I felt my body convulse and the juices flow onto my fingers and hand. I watched as he too stroked faster and grunted with pleasure and lust, watching my orgasm was the last straw for his composure as well.

JOE:

DAMN!! Watching her cummmm, was too much for me, my cock was practically jumping out of my hand as I imagined it was me and not her fingers pounding into her pussy, my cock sheathed in that velvet wet glove. I felt the gush of cum rush from my balls to come bursting from my head and into the water a full foot or two in front of me. I could feel my eyes glazing over, even as I watched hers do the same. I stood in the middle of the little river breathing hard and slowly calming my pulsing shaft, a few extra strokes to release that last few drops. I looked at her as she had fallen over onto her blanket with the rush of her orgasm.

When we both had started to recover, she looked up at me and blew a kiss. She started to redress herself. I put my dick in my shorts, :). I noticed when she started to pack up her things into her bag. So, I decided to gather my belongings as well. I waved to her as she headed off down the trail.

I realized I hadn’t caught a single fish, but thats okay, I had a great day anyways. Thats why they call it fishing and not catching.

I crossed the river, and headed down the trail about 5 minutes behind her. When I got to the parking lot, she was waiting at her car. I looked up at her.

“See you at home, honey?” She asked.

“Oh, you better believe it babe!” I replied.

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Please note… usually places stories with incest themes in that category regardless, but note that the tale involves an uncle and a nephew and is a gay male story as well.

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When Eileen Boland’s sister and her husband visited her every summer for a long weekend, it was a pleasant diversion for the now-single mother of a teenage son. Eileen was happy that her son Franklin didn’t seem put out by the visits, although the introverted lad seldom complained about anything anyway.

Eileen knew that although she had tried her best for it not to happen, Franklin had turned out to be a Mama’s boy, no doubt in part the product of an absent father, but at least Eileen didn’t have to worry about her only child running the street and getting into trouble because Franklin was content to spend most of his spare time reading and studying. His few friends were much like he was as well, studious bookworms.

As Eileen and Franklin redid the boy’s bedroom so that her sister Sheila and her husband Mac would be more comfortable, she thanked her son for not only helping but putting up with having to move into makeshift sleeping quarters in the otherwise never used room at the other end of the house.

“No, it’s fine mother,” Franklin assured her. “I enjoy it when Uncle Mac and Aunt Sheila visit too.”

The 19 year old college sophomore wasn’t lying about enjoying his relatives stay either, but his mother had no idea exactly how much her boy loved it when they came.

Mac and Sheila arrived rather late Friday evening, so after briefly catching up on things they all turned in early. When all the lights went out Franklin waited for a while before heading down the hall to the bathroom, which was near his usual bedroom.

Franklin paused, waiting to bolt into the bathroom should the door of his bedroom open, because the teen didn’t want to be caught out in the hall eavesdropping.

Franklin held his breath as he listened, his eyes pointed at the far end of the hall at his parents bedroom, praying that door didn’t open either. The boy smiled when he heard the familiar sounds that he so enjoyed, and while it probably wasn’t as good as watching it was close.

Besides, Franklin had an imagination so he knew what was causing the squeaking of his bed, the frame groaning and the springs chirping in rhythm as his uncle and aunt made love.

Making love? That might not have been the right word for it because while Aunt Sheila was a sweet and bubbly little lady who was much like her sister – Franklin’s Mom, Uncle Mac was a coarse and rough guy who looked like a stereotype of a dock foreman, something he happened to be in real life.

Those gasps and grunts that went along with the bed noises came mostly from Franklin’s aunt who the boy pictured was underneath Uncle Mac on the bed, her skinny legs spread wide while the brute – still remarkably muscular and fit in his early 50’s – savaged the petite lady.

It was always odd to Franklin that even though his aunt and uncle were visiting someone else’s home, that never stopped them from having sex every night, and while they weren’t usually real loud, still and all Mom – Sheila’s sister – was right down the hall, although the boy suspected that the sex was Uncle Mac’s idea and Aunt Sheila had little say in the matter.

The squeaking and grunting was getting louder, and now the sound of the headboard tapping the wall joined the chorus. Meanwhile, out in the hall Franklin’s hands were down the front of his baggy pajamas, with his right hand pumping his dick while the other hand held the tissues over his organ.

Then came the finale; a low moan/groan/roar from Uncle Mac, and along with that came Franklin’s orgasm, his knees turning a bit to jelly as he came. After the lad milked himself dry he hurried down the hall to the spare room where he closed the door behind himself and caught his breath.

It was all part of the excitement, the thrill of risking being caught, although if it ever happened that would be a disaster. What would be worse, Franklin wondered as he extracted the gooey tissues from his PJ bottoms, his mother or his Uncle Mac seeing him out in the hall like that? That would break his mother’s heart, Franklin knew, but as far as Uncle Mac went the only breaking would be his nephew’s nose or jaw.

Franklin had told his best friend Sheldon last year about his audio voyeur adventures during his aunt and uncle’s visits, and like he had expected Franklin’s friend not only approved but said he was envious.

“I saw your Aunt Sheila,” Sheldon offered. “She’s a slightly older version of your mother, only with bigger boobs, so I would do her for sure.”

“You would do anything and anyone with a pulse, just like me,” Franklin had offered in response. “Problem is nobody else has been interested in us.”

“True enough, but then there’s your uncle,” Sheldon replied. “Kind of Bruce Willis meets Clint Eastwood. When I saw him in that tank-top I got instant wood. I don’t know how you can stand being ağrı escort around him for long.”

“It’s not easy,” Franklin had said, but it was, and after the teen crawled into bed and turned out the light, he coaxed his pajama bottoms down because he knew that like most nights when his uncle visited, once would not be enough to let him fall asleep.

***

Franklin woke up rather late for him, and when he went out into the hall he heard the sound of the shower running, making the bathroom visit his kidneys were begging for impossible. On the kitchen table was a note in his mother’s writing, explaining that she had taken her sister to the mega mall out in Syracuse and they would be back for dinner.

That meant two things to Franklin, the first being that with the women not around he could duck out onto the back porch and pee over the rail, since the yard was not within sight of any neighbors.

The second thing was that the person taking the shower was Uncle Mac, and as Franklin hustled out of sight and waited for his uncle to emerge he could hardly contain his enthusiasm because one of Franklin’s favorite things to do was to watch his uncle getting dressed after showering.

Even with the women in the house Uncle Mac was never all that careful about leaving the bedroom door open a bit when he was done showering, almost as if he wanted somebody to look. Franklin had taken his share of peeks over the years, fleeting glimpses that nonetheless were exciting, so the lad grabbed his phone so he could perhaps take a shot of his uncle in the raw.

His first thought would be that he could show a picture to Sheldon to prove that he wasn’t kidding about his uncle’s body, not that he thought his friend doubted it, but Sheldon and he had a falling out recently so that was out for the time being.

The shower went off and Franklin waited, imaging his muscular uncle pulling the shower curtain back and grabbing a towel. Now that would be a job Franklin would love to have, he mused to himself, getting to dry his uncle off.

Then the squeak of the bathroom door came, and after a few seconds Franklin ducked his head out and looked down the hall to make sure his uncle had gone into the bedroom before padding down the hall with phone in hand, praying that the door would be ajar like always.

It wasn’t ajar, it was wide open, and Franklin had to stop abruptly before peeking around the door jamb. There he was, his still moist body naked with a towel in hand and his back to Franklin, blissfully unaware that his nephew was watching him.

Mac’s broad back and thick neck rippled with muscles at every slight move, the dusting of hair on his upper back making Franklin shiver. Franklin loved the sight of his uncle’s comparatively tiny butt and tree trunk thighs as well, but he wanted Uncle Mac to turn around, just for a second because the disadvantage of the door being open was that the lad was just as visible as his uncle.

Uncle Mac was rubbing the towel over his bald head, his biceps bulging with the effort, as he moved a bit towards the dresser, giving Franklin a brief peek at his profile before turning to face the doorway.

Franklin took a couple of quick pictures and after watching as long as he dared while his uncle’s head was under the towel, spun and hurried down the hall, making the trek in record time.

“Oh man, that was risky,” the boy mumbled to himself as he went over to the desk and sat down to check and see how the photos came out, his shaking hands making the simple procedure a challenge.

“Shit,” the lad said as he looked at the three pictures, none of them very good due to his nervousness.

Still, Franklin still had the memory of actually getting a good look at his uncle completely naked. Mac’s massive chest with the mat of hair still mostly black, those bushy armpits and the faded tattoos on those big biceps all combined for an incredible package even if you didn’t consider the other part.

“Ah yes, the other part,” Franklin sighed to no one as he looked at the picture that had come out best, but while that incredible ‘other part’ was visible the photo didn’t do it justice.

“Ahem.”

The clearing of a throat behind him made Franklin jump, causing his to fumble the phone as he glanced back and saw his uncle standing in the doorway with a robe on.

“Oh. Uncle Mac,” Franklin said as he tried to recover and keep his eyes fixed on the older man’s. “You didn’t go with Mom and Aunt Eileen?”

“Shopping at a mall with those two all day?” Mac chuckled. “No thanks. Besides, your mother suggested it might be a good idea for you to spend a day with a positive make influence. That was what she called me.”

“Oh.”

“Then again, you knew I didn’t go with them,” Mac continued, and after his nephew hemmed and hawed a minute the older man added. “Didn’t you?”

“I – uh…”

“Because I could have sworn that either you or your doppelganger was just down the hall a few minutes ago aksaray escort watching me dry off, or were my eyes playing tricks on me?”

“Cat got your tongue?” Mac asked as the boy squirmed. “Did you like it better with the door open like that or do you prefer peeking through the narrow opening like usual?”

“You knew?” Franklin asked.

“Of course I did, just like I know that you stand outside the door at night listening to me fuck your aunt.”

“But how did you know that?” Franklin whimpered.

“I didn’t, not until just now,” Mac laughed. “I suspected it because you’re a little peeping Tom, or should I saw a Peeping Frankie?”

The lad cringed, not only from being called Frankie but for being exposed like this, and the fact that his mother would soon know how much of a sicko her pride and joy was only made it worse.

“Did you take picture of me with that?” his uncle asked as he nodded towards the phone, his piercing stare chilling the lad.

“Yes sir, three,” Franklin admitted. “They came out bad though.”

“The first thing you’re going to do is get rid of them.”

“Yes sir,” Franklin responded.

“You didn’t send them to your boyfriend did you?” Mac asked as his nephew cleared the photos from his phone.

“No sir – boyfriend?” Franklin asked.

“Yeah, the kid that’s always hanging around here? Looks like Harry Potter?” Mac replied, and before the lad could protest he cut him off. “I’m not as dumb as your mother son. I’ve had you figured out for a while.”

Franklin said nothing as he set the phone down, and after he did he swiveled to face his uncle only to jerk his head away when he saw that Uncle Mac’s robe was on the floor and he was standing in the doorway with his elbows against the door jams.

“What’s the matter son? Not as much fun to look at me like this? You need to hide to get off Frankie?” Mac questioned, and when he got no response he explained. “Look at me nephew. I want you to look at me. Why do you think I’ve always left the door open? Turn around and look. Be a man for once in your life.”

Franklin did as he was told, trying to keep eye contact but failing as he couldn’t look at his uncle in the eye after all this. His gaze went to Mac’s biceps which the older man was making dance as his elbows pressed against to door jambs, to the toned chest with muscular man boobs and the stomach which while no longer the six pack was still fairly flat, before looking down.

It was incredible, Franklin marveled as he looked at his uncle’s penis hanging lazily between his slightly bowed thighs, and the lad concluded it wasn’t fair either that one man could not only have such a well toned body but be hung like a horse.

The flaccid uncircumcised organ was as intimidating as its owner, the dark beige organ absurdly thick at the base which was partially obscured by the black curls that surrounded it. Along the vein-riddled shaft the girth tapered down somewhat until it almost came to a point at the tip of the long foreskin, but it still looked almost inhuman to the teen.

“Not so bad for 54, am I?” Mac asked, and Franklin answered with a shake of the head, his eyes rising briefly before going back down.

“Is your dick hard son?”

“Huh? Uh no,” Franklin admitted. “Nervous.”

“Nervous. About what?”

“Mom. Aunt Sheila.”

“What are you nervous about with them? Your mother’s not a very good driver but they’ll make it back fine,” Mac suggested.

“No, I mean them – when you tell Mom what I did? The pictures and the looking at you and all?”

“What pictures? There’s no pictures,” Mac corrected as his nephew gave him a puzzled look. “As for looking? I don’t see any need to mention any of that, do you?”

“No sir,” Franklin replied.

“Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry. I won’t happen again. Thank you.”

“You can do better than that son,” Mac suggested.

“I don’t understand Uncle Mac.”

“Stand up Franklin,” Mac directed, and after the lad reluctantly got to his feet his uncle added, “Now strip.”

“What?”

“Strip. Get those pajamas off. You aren’t going to be needing them,” Mac concluded.

“I swear Uncle Mac. I’ll never ever do anything like that again,” Franklin whimpered, but if anything the lad’s whining only made the older man annoyed.

“How would you feel if I came over there and ripped the fucking things off you?” Mac asked. “Get them off, and I won’t ask again.”

“Please tell me you aren’t crying,” Mac asked as his nephew took his time in unbuttoning the top.

“I’m not,” Franklin sniffed. “It’s just that you’re being so mean to me. You’re scaring me.”

“Bullshit. All I’m doing is making you do something you’ve always wanted to do but didn’t have the guts,” Mac explained. “Now the bottoms.”

“Move your hands away Frankie,” Mac said after the PJ’s hit the carpet, and as his nephew complied with his order he snickered. “I see that while your amasya escort old man might not have left you with anything, you did inherit his needle dick.”

“I’m as god made me,” Franklin declared in a meek voice.

“And you prove he has a sense of humor,” Mac retorted as he looked at his nephew’s privates that were retreating into his body. “Now get on your knees.”

“Now!” Mac emphasized, and after Franklin did he added, “Now come over to me – don’t stand up either. Come over just like that.”

Franklin’s face was crimson as he knee-walked over to his uncle, the cheap carpet burning his bony knees as he got closer and closer to the man blocking the doorway, while Uncle Mac looked down at his nephew with a mixture of repulsion and excitement.

“You’ll thank me for this someday,” Mac growled. “You had to become a man someday, and there’s no time like the present.”

“I’ll do anything you want,” Franklin said as he knelt a couple of feet from his uncle.

“I know that,” was his response. “The first thing you can do is stop staring at my feet. That’s not what you’re interested in, is it?”

Franklin glanced up from Uncle Mac’s hairy ankles to what he was wiggling in his direction. His uncle had grabbed his cock by the stump and was wiggling the flaccid hose at him obscenely, the crimson tip of his penis peeking out from his vein riddled foreskin.

“Closer,” Mac hissed, and after Franklin crept a bit closer he felt the sting of his uncle’s cock as Mac slapped his cheek with the meaty organ a couple of times.

“Now open your mouth,” Mac instructed as he retracted the foreskin and pressed the tip of the glans to the boy’s lips as if to feed him. “Wider – wider. Keep your hands down on your knees. Just use your mouth and suck on the head for me.”

Franklin’s lips slid up the plump knob, pushing the rippled foreskin back and he wrapped his mouth around the bulb to suckle on it, unable to control the slurping noise he was making.

“Not bad son,” Mac purred as he used his free hand to rub the lad’s hair. “Too bad I didn’t come down here last night. That way you could have found out what your Aunt Sheila’s pussy tastes like. Would you have liked that?”

Franklin shook his head no as best he could with his mouth full, his eyes on the brown wrinkled shaft that his uncle had just let go of.

“Hold my cock with your left hand,” Mac ordered, and after his nephew’s sweaty hand gripped most of the way around his manhood he added, “Now stroke it while you suck, Spin that hand around and make me big and hard. Move your mouth down and suck me like you do your boyfriend.”

With his uncle’s hand on the back of his head to encourage him Franklin’s lips started to bob up and down the organ, his mouth managing to get a little ways past the flared ridge of the head, and as he followed instructions the boy felt the organ begin to get harder and longer.

“That’s it. You know, you aren’t a bad cocksucker Frankie,” Mac offered as a compliment, and he laughed when he looked down past his nephew’s face. “Look up at me.”

“I can see you aren’t so nervous anymore,” Mac suggested as the boy kept sucking sloppily and loudly. “Your little dicklet is hard. Bet you want to jerk yourself off while you give me head. I don’t care. Knock yourself out.”

To the older man’s surprise, although his nephew cringed at his words that didn’t stop him from reaching down with his free hand and sliding his thumb and index finger up and down his pale prong.

While Mac had mocked the size of his nephew’s dick, he knew it wasn’t all that small and in fact the slender tool was rather cute looking the way it arched upwards in a curve that had it looking up at Mac until it spat out cum all over the carpet between his feet.

“Slow down,” Uncle Mac declared as he pulled his erection out of Franklin’s mouth and held it upwards. “Lick my balls. Suck them.”

“Don’t be so timid boy,” Mac bellowed after Franklin ducked under the cock to get at the dangling scrotum. “They might be as big as eggs but they won’t crack. Suck them like you mean it. That’s more like it.”

As Franklin nursed on the furry orbs, making snorting noises as he went back and forth, his uncle dropped his cock on the lad’s head and covered it with Franklin’s unruly scalp, rubbing the hair all over the organ until the old man had enough.

“Time to make a man out of you,” Uncle Mac declared as he backed away from Franklin. “I need something that’s in our room. Follow me.”

Mac’s nephew followed his uncle towards the guest room, but on the way Mac gestured to the kitchen table and demanded, “Clear that table off and get your ass up on it.”

Franklin looked at the heavy oak table with the various sections of the morning newspaper scattered on it and tried to figure out what his uncle was talking about, and the teen was still standing there when Mac returned with a bottle of lubricant.

“You deaf, dumb or both?” Mac bellowed when he saw his nephew hadn’t done anything.

“Huh? I don’t…”

“First of all, you don’t need two hands to hide your dick,” Mac told the lad as he walked past Franklin and with one swipe of his arm cleared the table off, sending the newspaper flying all over the kitchen floor. “Now get up on the table like I told you to.”

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Playing in a Bar Pt. 02

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It had been about a week since our little adventure with John when I suddenly got an unexpected text from him.

“Hey Mark — this is John. I don’t want to bother you, but I wanted to see if you and Amy are interested in getting together to meet up with me and my girlfriend Angela? To be honest I haven’t stopped thinking about the other night and how awesome it was with you and Amy. I keep dreaming about her body.”

I laughed as I read his text and to be honest, I was glad to hear from him. Amy and I had talked and fantasized a lot about what the three of us had done last week. John was a six-foot-tall, handsome and athletic black man who we happened to meet while at a bar doing a little role playing. Being with a black guy has been fantasy of Amy’s as well as mine. We both agreed we had had an unbelievable time with him and we definitely wanted to play with John again. It just happened that I had been traveling for work the past week so I hadn’t had a chance to contact him.

After thinking about it I texted John back and asked if I could call him later after work so we could talk.

“Sure. Call me whenever.” he texted.

Later that day as I was driving home from my office, I gave John a call. (Don’t worry I have hands-free capability.)

The phone rang only once before John picked it up.

“Hey Mark. Glad you called.” He said excitedly.

“Hey John. Sorry I didn’t contact you sooner it’s just been a very busy week and I didn’t have a chance earlier.”

“No problem.” John said. “I know I was supposed to wait to hear from you but I can’t stop thinking about that night and I just couldn’t wait any longer. I hope you and Amy haven’t decided this was a one-time thing.”

“No. It’s not that at all. We had a great time playing with you. I loved watching Amy with you and I can tell you we have been having some awesome sex just reliving that night. Let me tell you, Amy especially loves remembering your dick between her tits.”

“Oh. God. That was so hot.” John moaned. “So listen, the other night I finally told my girl Angela about what happened.”

“How did that go?” I asked anxiously.

“Really well actually. To be honest, I was surprised at how excited she got. She made me tell her all about the night in detail and as retold what we did she got extremely turned on and we had some really hot sex. She is definitely up for meeting you two.”

“Well you know John I want to be honest with you so can I ask you something?”

“Of course. What is it?” he replied.

“Do you want to fuck Amy?”

“Hell yeah.” John practically yelled in my ear.

Laughing I said “so how do you feel about me fucking Angela. If she is cool with it, are you?”

It was now John’s turn to laugh. “Hey Mark that won’t be any problem. I know Angela is going to like you and she is into everything and I mean everything. I have no problem with her hooking up with you. In fact, I want to watch it as the idea does turn me on. The only worry we are going to have is keeping Angela off of Amy.”

“Really?” I asked. “Angela likes girls huh?”

“I haven’t been lucky enough to see her with one but she loves to watch girl on girl porn and she’s made me describe Amy’s body in detail. I could tell she was very turned on hearing about her and what she did with us. Is Amy into girls?”

“Well she hasn’t been with one but she likes to fantasize about being with a girl so this may be a perfect opportunity for us. Who knows maybe you and I will be sitting on the side lines watching them play with each other?” I chuckled.

“Now that’s something I would like to watch. Although I would eventually want to join in.” John replied.

“Oh, don’t worry if Amy and Angela hook up we are definitely jumping in.” I stated with certainty.

“You know John, after you texted me, I was thinking about how we should play the night. How do you feel about meeting at the same bar again so the four of us can have some drinks and talk and get to know each other a little better? Then we can go grab a bite to eat at a place Amy and I like to go to sometimes.”

“That sounds perfect.” He replied.

“By the way, how is Angela with strip clubs?” I asked. “There’s a great club near us called Rachel’s. Amy and I like to go there. The steaks are delicious and the girls are hot.”

“I know that place. It is a lot of fun. I haven’t taken Angela there but I’m sure if you bring it up she will be game. As I told you she is up for anything!”

“Great. How about we meet this Saturday around 6 at the bar?” I asked.

“Sure.” John responded. “But can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course. What?” I responded.

“Can you have Amy wear something that shows off those great legs again? I’m a real leg man and hers are just perfect”

I laughed at John’s request since I already had an outfit planned for Amy to wear and I knew he was going to love it.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing.” I said confidently. ankara escort “I plan on getting her a new outfit and I know you’re going to love it.”

“Oh God! I really can’t wait for Saturday.” John groaned. “and don’t you worry. My problem with Angela is getting her to cover up enough. I think you are going to love what she comes dressed in.”

“I’m sure I will.” I said with a laugh. “this is going to be a special night. See you Saturday.”

A few minutes after hanging up, I got a text from John as I pulled into my driveway. I opened the text and was surprised and excited to see a picture of a very beautiful voluptuous woman wearing a very skimpy red bikini. Beneath the picture was typed “Angela in the Florida Keys last month.”

Well, I thought, John is sure one lucky guy and hopefully I will be too on Saturday. Angela’s name was fitting since she looked very much like the actress Angela Bassett. She had beautiful caramel colored skin with large firm breasts and sexy curvaceous hips. She looked to be about 5’5″ and had a nice round but still firm ass. Her legs were long and lean and it was clear to see she was in very good shape and sexy as hell.

Later that night as I told Amy about my conversation with John, I showed her the picture of Angela.

“Oh, she is very pretty and quite sexy. Though I’m not surprised. I figured someone as hot as John is going to have a beautiful girlfriend. I’m sure you are happy too after seeing her.” Amy snickered.

“You better believe it.” I said. ”

I also told Amy about our plans to meet John and Angela at the bar on Saturday but I decided to not mention Rachel’s strip club. I wanted that to be a surprise and I was confident that once Amy started to flirt with John, she would be up for going to the club with them.

Saturday rolled around and that afternoon while Amy was at the gym, I decided to get her outfit ready for the night. I had ordered a new dress for Amy with just this night in mind and I knew that John was going to love it as much as I did. My only concern was Amy. Would she feel it was “too much”, or in this case “too little?” but, I figured the best defense is a good offense so when she got home and went upstairs to shower and get ready I told her I would lay out what I wanted her to wear. I then got changed myself while she was in the shower. I decided to wear a pair of nice jeans along with an untucked collared shirt.

As I got ready down stairs I suddenly heard the clicking of Amy’s heels as she came walking into the kitchen. Simply put, she looked stunning.

Amy is about 5’6″ tall with flowing dark brown hair. She has great lean legs, beautiful natural tits and a terrific ass. The dress looked even better on her than I hoped it would. It was black and made out of a spandex/lycra material so it hugged her body like a second skin. The front of the dress had a plunging neckline that ran down between her full breasts and showed off her ample cleavage. The back too was open and plunged to just above Amy’s beautiful ass, and in keeping my promise to John the dress was very short, stopping just above mid-thigh so it showed off plenty of Amy’s long legs. To finish it off I had Amy wear a pair of 4-inch sexy black stilettos that I had bought her a few years back.

“What do you think?” Amy asked with a smile as she swirled around to give me a 360 degree view.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” I growled as my eyes drank her in.

“Is it sexy enough?” Amy asked with a giggle. “Do you think John will like it?” she continued as she eyed me mischievously.

“Oh, he is going to lust it!” as I laughed at my own joke. “How do you feel in it?”

“I have to admit that I feel so sexy and slutty in it. It’s got me all hot and bothered just knowing how slutty I’m dressed. And I do love the idea of wearing this out to the bar.”

“Do you think I’ll get noticed?” Amy teased.

I went over to her, and grabbing her, I pulled her in for a long passionate kiss.

“You are sure as hell going to get noticed. And not just by the men. I’m sure you’ll get some looks from the ladies as well.”

“Well, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind that.” She laughed coyly. “And you know what? I wouldn’t mind that either.”

“Ohhhhh… baby. I would love to watch you with another woman.” I moaned in her ear.

“I might love that too.” Amy giggled back as she squeezed my dick through my pants.

Then pulling away she took my hand and started towards the garage door. “Come on let’s go have some fun.”

As we drove to the bar, I kept glancing over at Amy and marveling at how hot she looked. The dress had ridden up on her thighs to show plenty of leg and stopped just below her crotch. Amy surprised me as she suddenly took my hand and placed it on her thigh. Then keeping her hand over mine she slowly moved my hand up her soft smooth leg until I dipped under the hem of her dress and my fingertips touched her pussy through the thin fabric of antalya escort her panty.

“Do you feel how wet I am already?” she asked as she slowly opened her thighs for my hand.

“Oh boy, you are very wet honey. Obviously, you’re getting excited about what may happen tonight.” I said as I ran my fingers over her pussy and felt her slowly grind into my hand.

“Ummmmmm…” Amy moaned as she closed her eyes and dropped her head back on the headrest.

“Are you thinking about John doing this to you?” I asked as I ran my finger under her panty and over her clit.

Amy jolted against my hand as she let out another long moan.

“Or maybe you hope that John’s girlfriend Angela will do this to you?” I said.

This question hit home because Amy suddenly jolted up and squeezed her thighs against my hand as she shook and moaned even louder.

“Do you like the idea of Angela playing with your pussy?” I asked her with a snarl.

“Oh God yesssssss…I want her to touch me” Amy moaned.

I was having a hard time driving and concentrating on the road and I also wanted to keep Amy on the edge so I quickly pulled my hand back.

Amy looked over at me “you are killing me!” she said in frustration.

Smiling I looked over at her. “Hey we have a long fun night ahead and I don’t want you too worn out before John and Angela get a chance to play with us. Besides, we are almost there.”

We found a parking spot on the street a few blocks down from the bar and I quickly went around to open her door and help Amy get out of the car. Amy quickly straightened her dress and pulled down the hem as much as she could. We then headed hand in hand into the bar.

As we entered many of the men around the bar quickly and openly started checking Amy out. I knew they were getting an eyeful of her gorgeous body as we stood and looked around for John and Angela. As we did, I noticed half the patrons in the bar were leering in Amy’s direction. In fact, some of the men sitting close by had spun around on their stools and were ogling her legs and tits. Amy acted as if she didn’t notice but I could tell she was enjoying all the attention.

We then saw John as he stood up from a table in the back and waved in our direction. As we made our way over, I was very happy to see that John had grabbed a high-top table for four and I was even more thrilled to see how beautiful and sexy Angela looked. As we approached, she slid off her stool and I was able to take her all in.

Angela had shoulder length kinky brown hair that framed her beautiful face. She wore a very sexy white wrap dress that perfectly accentuated her body and showed off her gorgeous skin, chest and sexy hips. She had finished off her outfit with a pair of white high heeled wedges.

John was nicely dressed in black jeans and a white silk shirt and I could tell from Amy’s expression she approved. I noticed that John’s eyes quickly fixed on Amy and he slowly looked her up and down as we walked up. John involuntarily licked his lips as he continued to drink in Amy and her body. He gave Amy a big and lingering hug then shook my hand as he turned to introduce us to Angela.

“Honey, this is Mark and Amy.” John said excitedly.

I leaned into give Angela a kiss on her cheek and I can tell you she smelled as good as she looked.

“It’s great to meet you.” I said somewhat nervously. “You are even more stunning than I expected.”

Angela laughed and squeezed my hand as she looked into my eyes. “Well thank you. You’re not hard to look at yourself.”

“Well thank you. Should we sit down?” I asked.

I then helped Angela retake her seat and as I did, I was able to take in her beautiful body. In the meantime, John was already all over Amy.

“You look gorgeous.” he said to Amy as he helped her onto a stool. Amy thanked him and gave him an eyeful of her legs as she crossed them right in front of his eyes.

“You look great yourself.” Amy teased as she leaned into him and ran her hand over his arm giving him a nice look at her chest. “I hope you like my dress? Mark picked it out and I wore it just for you.”

“I love it.” John practically growled. “You look even hotter than I could have hoped.”

Angela and I laughed as we listened to their banter and I was glad to see that Angela was very relaxed and easy going and seemed to be someone who was going to be as much fun to spend time with as to look at.

“Would you mind if I sit next to you?” I asked Angela. “This way we can get to know each other and John and Amy can catch up.”

“I’d like that.” Angela responded as she turned towards me while I sat down next to her.

John quickly moved to sit next to Amy and we ordered some drinks as the waitress came over.

As we sat and talked there was plenty of laughter and quite frankly flirtation. I was having a lot of fun talking with Angela as she was very bright and funny. She was sitting quite close to me with her gaziantep escort legs crossed and slowly her wrap dress fell open to expose most of her sexy thighs and legs. I know Angela was aware of what she was doing and she smiled knowingly at me while my eyes dropped to check out her ample cleavage and long legs. Amy, for her part, was now openly placing her hand on John’s leg as they both leaned in and continued to flirt with each other. I glanced over and noticed that Angela saw this too but she didn’t seem angry at this she simply gave me a sultry look and smiled.

I took this as a green light for myself and leaning closer I placed my hand on the top of Angela’s smooth thigh giving it a little squeeze as I looked into her eyes.

“You are a very sexy woman and I hope you are having fun so far?” I asked.

“I’m having a great time. I just hope we can all have even more fun as the night goes on.” Angela stated with a raised eyebrow.

“I think that is certainty.” I stated firmly as I looked into Angela’s eyes.

I then spoke up to the table. “Why don’t we get out of here and go get something to eat?”

“Where should we go?” John asked as he brazenly eyed Amy and slowly ran his hand over her leg.

“There is a great club that Amy and I have been to before and we always have fun when we go.” I answered.

“Is it a dance club?” Angela asked.

“Well there is dancing by the girls that work there.” I stated matter of factly.

“Oh yes.” Amy spoke up enthusiastically. “Let’s go to Rachel’s. It will be so much fun.” as she leaned into John pressing her tits against his arm and pulling his hand higher up her thigh.

“That sounds great to me.” John said in a trance as he stared back at Amy.

“I’m up for that. Especially with you and Amy” Angela responded as she slipped off her stool and leaned into me to give me a quick kiss. She then said she wanted to freshen up.

Amy decided to join her as women are want to do and we certainly had a fun time watching all the attention the girls were getting as they walked through the bar. In the meantime, John and I paid the check and waited at the table.

“Man, we are the two luckiest bastards in here tonight.” John said as he nudged me.

“We are the two luckiest guys in the world.” I responded laughing.

Once outside the bar John offered to drive and we all walked to his car. I took Amy’s hand as John and Angela walked ahead of us.

“Are you having fun?” I asked

“God yes. John is so much fun and even sexier than I remember and it seems like you and Angela are getting along?” Amy responded.

“We are. And she is driving me as crazy as you are John.” I stated as I watched Angela’s terrific ass sway just feet in front of me.

“Well I like watching you flirt with her. It’s actually quite hot seeing you two together.” Amy giggled as she squeezed my hand.

John and Angela held hands too and were whispering to each other when suddenly Angela looked back and smiled at us. It made me think she was up to something.

Once we got to the car, we soon found out what it was.

“Why don’t we girls ride together in the back so we can talk and get to know each other better?” Angela asked as she looked at Amy and I.

“Sure. That sounds good.” I responded as I looked at Amy. Amy didn’t object so I held the door for the ladies and as they slid into the back seat, I got the pleasure of checking out their long sexy legs.

I then climbed into the front and as John drove off, I turned to talk with the girls.

“So, should we sit down for some dinner or would you rather just go into the club and enjoy some drinks and appetizers?” I asked.

As I was asking this question I watched in surprise as suddenly Angela slid right up to Amy and put her hand on Amy’s leg.

“I think we should go to the club and start having fun right away.” Angela said with a smile as she turned to look at Amy while slowly running the tips of her fingers up and down Amy’s thigh.

I could hear Amy’s breath catch and she visibly shivered as Angela kept up her teasing. Angela then leaned in and started to kiss Amy’s neck and throat. Amy closed her eyes and dropped her head back as Angela continued to kiss her while her hand gradually moved further up Amy’s thigh to the edge of her short dress.

I was getting extremely excited while I watched this and I couldn’t stop myself from starting to rub my dick through my pants as Angela’s hand now dipped under Amy’s dress. Amy responded to this by opening her legs and spreading her thighs.

This made Angela smile as she continued to kiss Amy’s throat. “Do you like what I’m doing?” Angela asked.

“Yeeeessssss…” Amy moaned as Angela’s fingers now played over her panty covered pussy.

“Now I wish I didn’t volunteer to drive.” John moaned sadly as he desperately tried to adjust his rear-view mirror so he could watch.

At this point I wanted to do nothing more than pull out my cock and stroke myself as I watched Angela play with my wife.

“This is so hot. I love watching Angela rub your pussy.” I growled to Amy knowing my dirty talk would get her even more turned on. “Do you like having her rub your pussy?”

“Yes.” Amy shrieked as she suddenly bucked against Angela’s hand.

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Thanks to those who have written and encouraged me to continue this series. Some one voted multiple times and downgraded the results on my first twelve chapters which discouraged me. But, having two Asian tops write and ask that I continue has been a source of great motivation! Let me know if you like the direction this has taken!

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When the door opened, I remained standing in front of James, frozen with fear. If I had had any brains at all, I would have fled out the emergency exit. James, a totally self-assured and self-confident recent high school graduate, seven years my junior, remained, as always, calm and unconcerned. Of course, he was still fully dressed and wasn’t the one about to be fucked on camera.

Facing the challenge head on, James yelled out, “Who is it?”

When the door to the conference room burst open, I was surprised to see Paul Chen, the company owner’s son. Paul was only 19, a year older than James, and was going to one of the Ivy League schools up north.

While I had been with the company for three years since graduating from college, I had little exposure to the owner’s family. When I had last seen Paul, he seemed distant and aloof. Still, I recall being a bit in awe of him when we gathered for a rare party at his parents’ home two years prior for the Fourth of July. It was an outdoors affair centered on their beautiful, in-ground pool. With the air of one totally self-confident in his own skin, Paul had walked around in little more than a Speedo, which, as it turned out, he filled out quite nicely. He had laughed when I chocked on my coke after I realized he’d caught me staring at him.

That was a year and a half before I met the Nugyen brothers, Huan and Tan, who had, as they liked to put it, helped me to realize my true identity, as a submissive bottom boy. I guess the fact I couldn’t keep my eyes off the hot Chinese stud back then – and now standing right before me, should have been a clear sign of my inner identity.

“What do we have here?” Paul said, while laughing at the same time!

With my hairless, under-developed chest totally exposed and my shirt held in my left hand, I could only move my lips unable to utter a sound as I felt the rush of shame fuel the redness of embarrassment signaling my predicament so clearly visible to Paul’s steel-eyed gaze.

“Oh, hi, Paul,” James said. “I asked Matty to come down and help me out with a project,” he continued, “something to remember the highlight of my summer internship before I go away to college.”

“And what was that,” Paul asked, never taking his eyes off me.

“Only the best fuck of my life,” James said, completing my shame!

“I guess I should say I’m surprised, but I’m not,” Paul responded. “Even when I was only 17 and caught him staring at me at my parents’ staff party, I pegged Matt, here, as a fag, but never thought he’d give it up to a guy about my age! I should have taken him into the pool house at my Dad’s party and tapped his perfect ass! Hell, James, it looks like you’ve already learned what most guys eventually figure out in college, a pussy is a pussy!

Well, as long as you’re willing to share that fine booty of his, I may even be willing to help you out,” he said as he walked around me before slapping my ass!

“In for a penny; in for a pound,” James replied,

laughing with Paul as if they were deeply bonded fraternity brothers about to tag-team some sorority bitch.

It was so surreal. Tan had sent me down to my office so I could ostensibly help his friend James out with a project. But, as it turned out, the so-called project would be to star in a video of him fucking me! Now, things had gotten worse, as if that were even possible! My bosses’ son, Paul Chen had shown up and wanted in on the action. You’d think after being turned out by the Nugyen brothers I’d have finally learned how to stand up for myself, but, if anything, the opposite had happened.

They had trained me for this moment. For months, I had been consuming their masterful sperm. Millions of their baby-makers had coursed through my body. They had swum up my love canal and probably been absorbed directly into my blood stream or I had swallowed them and they had entered immediately into my digestive system. But even more so, Huan and Tan’s unbending, steel-like Asian wills had molded mine into total submission to my superiors. So, when James and Paul turned to me with the same, dominant and superior intensity, I felt any resistance I had, totally melt away!

James, eager to demonstrate his power over me in

front of Paul simply said, “Strip, bitch!” I had already taken off my shirt, so I leaned down to untie my sneakers. As I was bent over, Paul took the opportunity to rub my ass and said, “Un-fucking believable! I wish my girlfriend at Harvard had an ass like this!”

James replied, “I sunk my cock in his pussy last night and couldn’t get over how good a fuck he was! After rize escort working around an office full of prick-teasing bitches all summer, my balls were bloated and had turned blue. I was so pissed-off when one bitch stood me up that I was ready to commit murder. But thankfully, Mattie’s roommate ended up helping me out. He got smashed last night at a party we went to and I had to help him get home. All he could talk about was wanting some of his “bitch’s pussy!” He made the girl sound so phenomenal that I knew I’d go crazy unless I got some. I finally figured what was up when he slipped and told me the bitch was Matt, here.”

“And then, it all made perfect sense,” James continued. “I always thought it strange that Tan had moved in with Matt, a 25-year old college graduate. Then it got even better, not only did he have an apartment right after high school graduation, he moved directly into the master suite. Get it, Paul? Tan’s Mattie’s Master!”

As Paul pondered what James had said, my inability to counter what James had figured out only made bells ring in both their heads!

Almost as if on cue, James said, “Matt, figure it this way, Tan has, in essence loaned you to me for the afternoon. Didn’t he tell you to come down here and help me with a project? I’d hate to tell him you disappointed me! Now finish getting those pants off!”

Paul burst out laughing when I dropped my pants and he saw I was wearing a pair of lime-green panties. Of course, in my shame, my cock had shriveled up into nothing which made Paul laugh even harder. “I can see why Tan has him wear panties,” with skin this fine and no cock per se, he really is a girly boy!” But, boy or girl, he has an ass that was made to be fucked!”

In response, James replied, “I can’t wait to do it again and to have a permanent record of my cum oozing out his pussy!”

With me now cowering naked in front of them, Paul and James discussed how they should proceed. “Look, James said, do you think you can film it so that only Matt’s face shows? I’d like to keep my face out of it but would love to film his physical and mental reactions to the stimulus my cock gives him. Hell, it will be hot to show him cum without hands…demonstrating his total pussy status!”

“Wow,” Paul replied, “I didn’t know that was physically possible!”

“Well,” James replied, “I didn’t either. I had never had any sexual contact with a guy until last night. It just seemed too gay. But I was so damn horny and Matt had been flaunting his ass around me all summer. Hell, I think his just dropped things on the floor so he could bend down in front of me. I guess if I thought of him as an equal or a man, I wouldn’t have been so tempted to tap him. But, you know, I had a few drinks and the more I thought about it, the more I realized it couldn’t be all that different from fucking a girl in the ass and, frankly, Matt’s ass is to die for..and seeing those pouty lips of his around my cock was almost enough in and of itself to make me cum.”

“Amazing,” Paul responded. “Who’d have ever thought we’d be discussing tapping this fag’s ass! But then, the more I think of it, the more I want to try it. You make it sound damn, good!”

James then said, “At the end of the day, It was similar to fucking a girl, maybe because of how he acted. At first he seemed to resist, you know, like all the bitches. I almost laughed when I realized how small his cock was and then figured I was really only doing him a favor. And then, I thought, I bet I could make him come from being fucked. Paul, you know how you normally have to play with a bitches clit to get her to orgasm while being fucked. But I realized last night from Matt’s moaning that when I aim my cock in his pussy at the right angle, I can hit his prostrate and set him off. Plus, he confirmed when I challenged him that Tan doesn’t let him play with himself and makes him get off only from anal stimulation. He’s lucky it works out for him or I think he’d be miserable. Anyway, I have no intention of playing with his clit and I call it that as there’s no way you could count that as a cock…because I’d feel as if I were fucking some prepubescent kid and not a 25 year old!”

After he said that, both James and Paul laughed, realizing they were real men in the cock department compared with me. Damn, were their words humiliating but true. I couldn’t help it, but as James talked to Paul about me, I swear my pussy was twitching with anticipation. My prostate craved the stimulation that only a man-sized cock could provide. I felt a need to cum and, James was so right, since I had ceased to play with myself, I could only get off when at the mercy of a true man!

Paul happened to turn and saw my clit pressing forward on my lime-green panties, “Yeah, James, I guess you’re telling me the truth. The bitch must really need it. Look how her clit has firmed up listening to your words. We don’t want her getting her panties in a wad….so let’s get this show on the road! How about sakarya escort I film her sucking you and then you can film her sucking me. I gotta try out those pouty lips you’ve been telling me about. Then we can move on to the main event!”

James wasted no time strutting over to stand in front of me. He firmly pushed me to my knees and directed me to remove his cock from his cargo shorts and boxers. Of course, I had been intimate with his weapon the night before but this was an entirely new encounter. James was playing the role of a performer mastering a boy-bitch, me, in front of another Asian, Alpha male! If anything, it made him bone up even more firm and I swear, his dick-head appeared like a hissing snake as it now bobbed in front of my eyes. Very thick, black pubes surrounded his weapon and as I leaned forward to engulf his meaty head, I could already see a pearl of pre-cum on his tip.

James had a mushroom cockhead. I was beginning to think all Asians had to be built that way. Tan had told me Asian superiority would eventually occur as their dicks pushed their sperm deep into white pussy snatches and their dickheads, engorged with red, pulsing Asian blood, kept their sperm from retreating until one of their raiding armies pierced a waiting, white, egg. I often wondered where Tan got this crap from but then found stories some Chinese guy had written on Literotica detailing his conquests and impregnations of multiple white women. I had to admit they were hot. Tan had wanted to write him but for some reason the author didn’t provide contact information. I was somewhat relieved, as I was afraid they’d collaborate in some way much as Paul and James were doing right now!

With Paul filming, James started his verbal commentary, “Now Pussy Boy, look up into my eyes.”

My face was right underneath his pulsing cock so filled with blood that it pointed up, almost to his navel. As I gazed up, a drop of pre-cum fell onto my forhead. I was marked by his slimy Chinese sperm and the event was merely beginning! My eyes followed the contour of his rock-hard, yet slim body until our eyes met. Much as Tan and Huan before him, James piercing, black eyes said it all. They were so dark I could barely see his pupils. With his eyes locked onto mine he now ordered, “Open those pouty lips, baby, and show everyone what they were made for!”

Still looking up into his eyes, I opened my mouth as he directed and stuck out my tongue. James then rested his weighty cock-head on my tongue for effect before thrusting his hips forward and shoving it deep into my throat. As his pubes mashed into my face and I breathed in his intoxicating scent, Paul was kneeling at my side catching it all lewdly on film.

“Damn, I can’t believe he’s taking it all in! That’s not exactly a child’s toy you’ve rammed down his throat!”

James, laughed, and then placed his hands around my throat as if he were trying to feel just how deeply his cock possessed me. “Yep, I can feel my head pressing just below his Adam’s Apple!”

James then grabbed my head and began a rhythmic fucking of my throat. “Damn, you’ll want to have this,” he said to Paul as the camera kept rolling! I’ve had my share of girls in High School, but I never got head like this. They always acted like it was so distasteful or as if they were doing me a favor, but Matty, here services cock like he can’t get enough. It’s as if his throat is some sort of sex organ or something!” he added.

Tan had trained me to overcome my natural gag

reflex. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to accept James brutal throat fuck. As usual, my body betrayed itself and I sensed my little clit was boning up from the stimulation my throat was receiving. Maybe James was right. Maybe I was wired strangely and gained some sort of sexual stimulation from giving macho studs like him, head!

“You like that, don’t you Fag,” James said. He had a sneer on his face as he demonstrated his dominance over me!

“Hey,” Paul interjected, “time to switch. I’ve got to get some of that!” He added as he quickly shed his genes.

James pushed me off his cock, which exited my throat and mouth with a popping sound. I had drool dripping off my chin from the exertion but didn’t have much time to recover before Paul’s weapon was placed before me.

How do you begin to describe a cock like Paul’s? It was a masterpiece. The rim of his head flared out and the head itself had a deep, blood red hew. His cock was thick, but not veiny. It had a smooth texture that belied its manliness. Paul, being a year older than James and Tan, took charge of me just like the others had. There was no question that I would obey….it was simply demanded! He was hot having witnessed his friend raping my willing mouth!

“What do you want, Matt?” Paul demanded, as my eyes were glued upon the Asian spear pulsing in front of me.

Paul’s body resembled Peter Le’s from Peter Fever. Even more than Tan or James, his was chiseled samsun escort from working out. I remembered being overwhelmed by his masculinity when I first saw him three years ago, but now I was immobilized as I stared up at his dominant visage demanding my total and complete submission.

“Sir,” I responded, “I need your cock. I want you to impregnate me with your powerful sperm so they swim through my body and totally conquer my thoughts and desires. I want you to find your pleasure in using my body. And I want to feel your superior muscles rub against me as your cock finds its release in my pussy! You are my superior in every sense. You knew it when you first saw me. I didn’t understand myself then, but I do now. I am not a real man like you are. I don’t have your confidence. I will never fuck a woman. But I know, if you give me a chance, I can please you like you’ve never been pleased before. Please, Sir, I beg you! I need you, now!”

Amazingly, all these words simply tumbled out of me. They were unprovoked but simply a realization of the truth. Huan and Tan’s sperm coupled with their words had paved the way for James and now, Paul. I can only imagine what Paul and James must have thought as they heard me speak. But then, even for them, it all seemed so appropriate and natural. Me, on my knees before them, begging for their masterful cocks, and even more dominant sperm. Maybe Tan and Huan had mind-fucked me, but as I kneeled on the conference room floor, I could no more resist Paul as I could ever have perceived myself fucking a woman. No, I was made to serve….and for me, the flavor of desire was definitely Asian.

Paul, surprisingly, seemed nonplussed by my words. Here I was, six years his elder, yet kneeling before him. Paul was the epitome of the new China conquering the American in front of him, not by force, but by will. He oozed superiority and we both knew, that by my declaration, he owned me.

Satisfied with my declaration and secretly happy it had been elicited in front of another Asian witness and filmed, Paul, had me look up into his eyes as he gave me what I had begged for. His cock felt like steel encased in velvet as it slid past my lips and kept going, relentlessly, deeper into my throat. I had no idea whether his was the largest of the four that I had now experienced. However, it was definitely one of the larger. I’m sure it was over seven inches, which for any race is well above average. But it was superior in all respects like he, and all the Asians I had encountered had proven to be.

I still couldn’t understand why these guys so controlled my mind first and foremost, and then elicited such a total and complete sexual response from my body. I doubt any of my former, so-called friends would understand my now total subservience to these Asian Alphas. I doubt they even understood the concept. But I sure did. These men had wills of steel. They demanded my obedience. Tan and Huan were shorter and more compact than their Chinese counterparts, James and Paul, but they were the ones who molded me and taught me to obey.

James cock was now leaking pre-cum. I couldn’t get over his succulent taste. It wasn’t sweet but was rather quite pungent like the scent that oozed out of his pores. His pheromes were charged and as he held m head with his hands forcing his dick as deep as it could go, I could not help but be overwhelmed by it, that is, when he finally relented and allowed me some air so I could actually breathe in his scent.

Receiving my submission was like an aphrodisiac for Paul. He already knew, inherently, he was superior. Hell, his Dad was my employer. But having me admit it and then, in essence, worship his cock, affected him deeply. Much as Tan and Huan had changed me irrevocably, my submission solidified Paul’s own self-awareness. Seeing me, an older, white guy, kneel and receive his cock gave him a sense of destiny being fulfilled. To him, I represented a subservient America and he relished the experience with gusto.

Paul was not sexually inexperienced as I had been until meeting Huan and Tan. He had generally restricted himself to fucking ethnic Chinese girls once he was out from under his parents’ control. Like James, he had been rebuffed by white girls in college who subscribed to the false stereotypes of limp-wristed Asians when his cock was demonstrably superior to mine and many others! He had longed to see porn featuring Asian men with white women but such was few and far between. Instead, porn makers stressed the subservient Asian female putting out for white conquerors much as they had been forced to do during the colonial era. No, Paul, was not satisfied with that genre. His mind was formed when China was a dynastic power not to be trifled with. He might live in the U.S. but he intended on getting and taking what was his….and at that moment, that was me.

Paul eagerly looked down upon me as I slobbered all over his engorged, Asian tool. His prick not only had a fat head but was thick in the middle. The sense of power he felt was overwhelming. However, he was a man of self-control and refused to orgasm prematurely. Instead, he was on a mission, intent on sliding his cock into my white pussy and then pounding me for all he was worth in order to breed me with his thick, Chinese baby makers!

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