Ay: Haziran 2024

Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 21

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Gently cradling Maggie in the crook of his left arm, Tristan angled a warm bottle of formula, placing the rubber nipple against her lips. Immediately she latched on, sucking down the milk while gazing up at his face.

Gazing right back, Tristan watched as she took in the nourishment, eyes big, bright, and wide as she intently studied her father’s face.

“Hungry, aren’t you?” Lightly smirking, Tristan noticed the loud smacking noises that she was making.

As if to prove even further that she was enjoying the milk, Maggie grasped the baby bottle, her tiny, delicate fingers pressing against the glass object. Pleased that she was feeding so well, Tristan gently rocked back and forth, allowing the gliding motion of the chair to lull her into a state of contentedness.

Holding her right up against his chest, Tristan made sure to keep steady eye contact, wanting the bond they’d been steadily building to strengthen even further.

Deepening with every day, the love he felt for her was becoming immense, this all-consuming emotion that surpassed the strongest affection he had ever felt. Sure romantic love was a wonderful thing, but the type of love that he felt for Maggie was something on a whole other level.

Beyond pure it was eternal, a pure happiness that fed his heart and soul, gave him a meaning beyond what he’d ever know. Simply put, Maggie was everything to him now, and he knew he would always do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy.

With only a bit of liquid in the bottle remaining, Maggie’s sucking on the nipple became less, her eagerness slowly dwindling as her lids began to draw down. Snuggling her deeper into his arms, Tristan watched as her eyes became heavier, eventually lowering down to slits before finally closing all the way. Not wanting to disturb the baby’s slumber, Tristan gingerly pulled the bottle away, then placed it on the coffee table nearby.

Simply watching her now, Tristan stared at her tiny face, admiring the miniature sized nose and delicate, cupid-bow lips. She was so perfect that he couldn’t stop staring, and lowering his lips to her face, placed a tiny kiss on her puffy cheek. Perhaps responding to her father’s loving gesture, Maggie emitted a faint noise – one so delicate and cute that his heart went all warm with adoration.

Still propelling the rocking chair with his feet, Tristan watched the rise and fall of his daughter’s chest, her tiny grunts and moans reaching his ears as she fell into a deeper sleep. Then, the most adorable sound of all began to drift from her mouth.

Maggie was snoring.

Sounding to him like a gentle snuffle combined with a tiny squeak, the sound was so utterly adorable that Tristan just had to chuckle. His lips curled as he continued to listen, eyes gleaming with joy as she peacefully slept.

Consumed with unbelievable pride, he now marveled at Maggie’s existence. He still found it difficult to believe that he himself had helped to create her, that his own blood was running through her veins, that his DNA was actually inside of her teeny body.

For the longest he had wondered what his purpose was all about, why everyone else seemed to live these lives so rich and varied, while he felt strangely awkward and almost always out of place. Things had gotten much better once he’d met Claudia, and she had enriched his life in a way that was undeniable, but now that he had Maggie, he felt less of a need to be loved in that romantic way.

Sure he missed Claudia in a very deep way, because she was unquestionably sexy, not to mention so loving and caring towards him, but Maggie was his priority now, so sitting around pining about losing his girlfriend wouldn’t be a benefit to him at all.

Tristan placed a soft, sweet kiss in the center of Maggie’s forehead, and after standing to put her in the crib, pulled a tiny blanket up over her form. Staring at her for a few minutes, he admired the way she looked in her pink onesie and beanie cap. Then after getting his fill of a good, long look, Tristan reclined on the couch right next to her.

Pulling a blanket up over his body, he soon joined his daughter in sleep.

* * * *

Easily identified by a neon pink sign of a dancing girl, The Flamingo Club was in a seedier area of Bozeman. Housed in a white, windowless building with a large pink awning, it had the look of an establishment that was well-maintained. The parking lot only held fifteen cars, so small and cramped that Lucas had to really work at squeezing his Chevy in.

On first stepping out of his truck and into the cold night, the sound of music blaring reached his ears. It was some trance tune, loaded with thumping beats that filled his ear drums.

The bouncer at the door was a meaty type, reminding Lucas of Mr. Clean but with a youthful face. The look he gave Lucas was hard, one clearly meant to intimidate and instill fear, but Lucas only stared back, showing his ID before walking in.

As soon as he bypassed the double pink doors he was hit with a wave escort bayan of music, so loud and boisterous it could be physically felt. The interior was dimly lit, with pink lights built into the floor and leading the way into a large, open room. Circular tables covered the shiny black tile, while high-back leather couches were situated against mirrored walls.

Shifting his attention to the stage, Lucas noticed a sensuous brunette in a hot pink fishnet dress. Slinkily and with undeniable skill, she slid down the pole to kneel on stage, then crawled on all fours towards the men in the front row.

Hooting and hollering in response, many of the guys immediately reacted, some throwing dollar bills at her while others sat transfixed at her voluptuous form. Lucas, however, was shifting his eyes all around the club, trying to determine how he would find the particular stripper that he wanted.

Spotting a neon-lit bar in the very back, Lucas took off towards it, walking with quick, purposeful steps as he passed several scantily clad waitresses. As the bartender saw him coming she offered a smile and leaned against the counter, which in turn made her ample bosom nearly spill out of her V-neck top.

Ordinarily Lucas would have taken a nice, long look, or even flirted right back in hopes of getting some action. But tonight he was on a mission for Claudia, so his overactive libido would just have to take a backseat.

“Hi.” As he came even closer the female bartender’s eyes lit up, gaze taking in his impressive height before studying his well-proportioned features.

“Hello.” Now standing right in front of her, Lucas kept his eyes squarely on her face. “I’m looking for this girl named Roxy. Is she by any chance working tonight?”

“Yeah, Roxy’s here. She’s upstairs with a customer right now, but should be out in just a few minutes.”

“Okay.” Leaning against the counter, Lucas took a moment to eye the various patrons in the club.

“If you’d like something to drink while waiting for Roxy I’ll prepare it,” the bartender said. “Can’t pour you any alcohol though, unless you show me proof that you’re eighteen.”

“Nothing to drink for me, thanks,” Lucas said, and his gaze immediately shifted back to the customers who were sitting on the floor.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the deal with you and Roxy?” Still leaning against the counter, the female bartender wore an inquisitive look. “She a favorite of yours, or do you know her in a personal way?”

“I don’t know her at all,” Lucas replied. “She was recommended to me by a friend, so I thought I’d stop by and check her out in person.”

“Which friend?” She curiously asked.

“Just someone I know.” Not liking her nosiness, Lucas purposely kept his eyes focused on the stage.

“Okay.” Seeming to accept that he didn’t feel like talking, she grabbed a rag, then wiped down the jet black counter that ran the length of the neon-lit bar.

As Lucas waited for Roxy to appear, he watched the various people that surrounded him, noting how the clientele was a mixture of all types. While some of the patrons were men dressed in suits, others were college-aged guys, the rowdy type who cat-called and hooted at every stripper. There were even a few couples at some of the tables, laughing and talking as they ogled the dancers together.

As a few minutes turned into ten, Lucas decided it would be best to take a seat. He didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself, just in case somebody was watching and started to get curious about his presence.

Spotting an empty table in the back of the club, Lucas started towards it. Upon reaching it, he had a seat in one of the red leather chairs, then sat back and waited for the appearance of Roxy.

Thick with stale smoke and the smell of cheap perfume, the club had a vibe that was slightly gritty, yet laid back enough for him not to be on edge. Although relatively small it was packed with strippers, some dancing on stage in pairs while others grinded against customers on the couches.

A few were even taking some of the customers to a second level, and figuring it was some kind of VIP area, Lucas focused his gaze on the stairs which led up to it. His attention rapidly shifted, however, as he noticed someone heading his way.

Dressed in only a g-string and heart-shaped pasties, the dancer who approached had a Brigitte Bardot bouffant. Deep auburn in color, it contrasted her milky white skin beautifully. Her heels were dizzyingly high, making her already long legs stand out and really capture the eye, and as she came closer to where Lucas sat, he knew for sure that she had to be Roxy.

Undeniably seductive, she moved at a slow, slinky pace, allowing him to get a real good look at her body. But just as his libido began to rear its ugly head, Lucas pushed it back down so it was smothered.

“Heard you were looking for me.” Now standing right in front of Lucas, she gazed down at him with bright green eyes.

“You bayan escort Roxy?” Lucas asked.

“Of course. Who else would I be?” A gentle smile touched her bright pink lips. “So, what can I do for you tonight, stud?”

Reaching into the pocket of his flannel jacket, Lucas retrieved the matchbook he’d brought along, holding it up for Roxy to see.

“You gave this to a guy some months ago, most likely back in October. Tell me who he is, and It’d be a real big help.”

Taking the matchbook from his hand, Roxy had a closer look. “Well I don’t give my number out to a whole lotta guys, so I definitely could narrow it down to just two.”

With an inquisitiveness Lucas stared at her, impatiently waiting for her to spill the beans.

“But before I tell you anything, I gotta know the reason behind it. I don’t wanna be involved in anything shady, you know?”

“You won’t be involved at all,” Lucas promised. “I just need a name and a physical description. That’s it, you’ve got my word.”

Watching him with her brilliant green eyes, Roxy seemed to be thinking over whether or not she wanted to tell. Biting her lower lip she stalled for time, lowering her eyes to Lucas’s clothing before lifting them slowly back up to his face. By this time, however, Lucas had grown impatient, annoyance in his features as he stared her down.

“Buy a lap dance and I’ll tell you anything you want,” Roxy said.

“How about I just give you the money?”

“You don’t want a lap dance?”

“No time for one,” he said. “I’m just here to gather some quick information.”

Leaning over Lucas, she rested one hand against the back of his chair. She then angled her body so that her breasts nearly touched his face, and unable to do more except look at the heart-shaped pasties on her nipples, Lucas rapidly blinked to break the spell. Yet clearly wanting to maintain full control, Roxy reached out to touch his thigh, caressing her palm up and down the length of it.

“Never had a guy turn down a lap dance before.”

“I told you, I don’t have the time,” he quickly responded.

“So make time.” Now lowering her face so it was in front of his, she parted her lips in a seductive way.

Undeniably tempted, Lucas felt his crotch go warm as blood rushed into it. The young, horny, and male part of him was shouting yes, that a short lap dance would do no harm against his cause. But deep down inside he knew better than to give in, and reminding himself that Claudia’s rapist was roaming free, mustered all of his willpower to just say no.

“Look, this is serious, alright?” His brows were furrowing, hand reaching down to remove her palm from his thigh. “One of the guys you gave this matchbook to is responsible for a rape. It happened back in October, on Halloween night, so I really need to know who he is.”

“He raped someone?”

Lucas nodded.

“Who?”

“A good friend of mine. And she’s real special to me, so I’m not leaving here without some answers.”

“Well shit, sorry to hear that.” Taking a seat beside him, Roxy gave him a serious look. “I had no idea that the guy was a rapist.”

“So you know which one he is, then…”

“What do you mean?” She lightly frowned.

“You told me you’d given your number to two guys. So you can narrow it down to only one, correct?”

With a shake of her head, she confirmed his question.

“Great. So which one is he?”

“Well one of them was young, twenty-one years old, and from the reservation. The other was a white guy in his fifties, and in a wheelchair, so I doubt he’d have the ability to rape anyone.”

“The guy who is twenty-one, what’s his name and physical description?”

“The name he gave me was Jesse. He’s around six foot with short black hair, and has a tattoo on his left bicep.”

“What’s it of?” Lucas asked.

“Gemini symbol with skulls.”

“Anything else that stood out to you? Identifying birthmarks, body type, any scars?”

“Well you can tell he works out, so I guess you could say he’s kinda muscular. He also has a birthmark on his back,” Roxy replied.

“Is it square shaped?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. But how did you know? I thought he was a stranger to you.”

“He is,” Lucas said, but not wanting to elaborate on what Tristan had told him, Lucas continued on with another question. “So I’m guessing he’s a regular here.”

“Friday nights mostly, but every now and again he’ll show up on a Saturday.”

“Any idea if he’ll show up tonight?”

“Nope, he’s working at the casino.”

“Which one?” Lucas asked.

“I don’t know,” she responded. “Whichever one the Blackfeet tribe owns.”

“That would be Glacier Peaks.” Lucas’s tone had gone deeper, eyes becoming hard as he flexed his jaw. “You wouldn’t happen to know what kind of car he drives, would you?”

“Yeah, a black SUV. I know because he took he took me for a ride in it a few times. Real nice car, too. A Lincoln Navigator, I think.”

“Alright, well thanks. escort This info really helps a lot.”

“No problem,” Roxy replied, but as Lucas shifted his weight to get out of the chair, she rested a palm against his shoulder.

“You’re kinda young, but real cute. I don’t usually give my number out to random guys, but I think we could have some fun together. Outside of the club, of course.”

“Didn’t you give your number to Jesse as well?” Lucas asked. “You know, the shithead who raped my friend?”

“I want to give you my *real* number,” she said. “That one I gave Jesse was a business line, something I use just to make customers feel special, like they’re making a true connection.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass,” Lucas said. “There’s this girl I’m really into, so I’m not looking to hook up with anyone else.”

“Is she the one who was raped?”

He nodded.

“Well she’s lucky to have you on her side.” Standing to her feet, she sexily posed, showing off her long, toned legs. “Good luck, I hope you find him.”

“Oh I will,” Lucas firmly said, and after rising to his feet he walked swiftly away from Roxy, headed straight for the doors which led outside.

Now that he had a name as well as a description of the rapist, Lucas eagerly headed for his truck, steps sure and heavy as he walked across the pavement.

Bitterly cold, the wind nipped at his skin, enveloping his body in the frigid temperature. But the adrenaline coursing through his body was all that he felt, and like a hunter after prey, he was already strategizing.

If anything was for certain, it was that a serious beating would be delivered. Then after he’d rendered the rapist incapacitated, he would notify the cops and get him arrested. From what he knew about rape laws, no physical evidence was even needed. Just a victim’s report alone was enough, so he knew it wouldn’t be very difficult. All they would need to do was match his DNA to the rape kit, and once that was done, he’d finally be behind bars.

Eager to make the capture, Lucas climbed behind the wheel of his Chevy truck, revving the engine lightly to warm it up. All he could think of now was the name Jesse, and the visual picture of the name that Roxy had given him.

Then suddenly it occurred to him that Tristan should know he was tracking the rapist, just to give him peace of mind that justice for Claudia would soon be had.

Retrieving his mobile from his pocket, Lucas keyed in a quick message, fingers flying across the touch screen as he created this brief text:

*The piece of shit has been FOUND. Update coming soon, so keep your phone handy.*

Tossing the phone aside, he threw the truck into gear, then backed out of the gravel lined parking lot. Like a bull waiting to charge out of the gate, he was amped and ready to go. So was his aged pickup, a modern-day pony that raced off into the darkness.

* * * *

The casino air was thick with cigar and cigarette smoke, the scent of cologne, food, and metal coins all mingling together as one. Walking across the boldly patterned carpet, Lucas headed further into the casino, maneuvering through a maze of slot machines that seductively glowed as he passed by.

Lights flashed and bells rang on some slot machine further away, followed by the unmistakable clink of coins being dispersed to the winner.

With so much blinking glitz all around him, he didn’t know quite where to focus his eyes. A flurry of activity, the casino was his idea of a nightmare, epileptic triggers facing him everywhere that he turned. So instead of paying attention to the slot machines, he only focused straight ahead, heading for a lounge area where a number of people were relaxing in chairs.

Noticing there were waitresses walking around taking orders, he figured the best plan would be to appear nonchalant. So seating himself in one of the beige, cushy chairs, he patiently waited to be approached. It wasn’t long before a beautiful Native waitress strutted over towards him, scantily clad in a very short, very tight and sexy uniform.

Flashing her teeth at Lucas, she came to a stop in front of him, pad already in hand and pen poised to take his order.

“What can I get for you?” She asked.

“No drink for me,” he responded. “I’m just here waiting for a bit. My friend works here, so I’m hoping he’s around.”

“Well if you give me his name, I might be able to help you out.”

“Jesse.”

“I know two of them,” she replied. “Jesse Nighthorse or Jesse Farmer?”

Stumped, Lucas took a minute to answer. “Not sure of his last name. Just met the guy a couple of weeks ago. He drives a real nice black SUV though, if that matters.”

“Oh…” Now eyeing him suspiciously, the waitress seemed to mull over her next words. “So you’re one of his *friends*, huh?”

“Yep.” Although starting to feel nervous Lucas remained cool on the outside, his eyes not straying even a second from hers.

“Well if you came to meet with Nighthorse, then I’m guessing you’re here to pick up those tickets.”

“Uh, yeah…”

“Then why are you waiting inside?” Furrowing her brows, she gave him a ‘what the fuck’ expression.

“I don’t know,” Lucas replied. “Guess I figured It’d be the best way to find out where he was.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

What a Mighty Good Black Man

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Anal

A newcomer to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, by way of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, Steve Dubois came to Canada’s Capital region to study civil engineering at the University of Ottawa. He worked as a security guard for the good folks of Iron Horse Security to make ends meet, but the life of an international student in Canada was kind of rough. The higher rates he was paying on campus were bad enough. His social life was practically nonexistent.

The Canadian people weren’t as friendly as everyone around the world seem to think they are. As a six-foot-three, burly and dark-skinned young Black man from the Caribbean, Steve Dubois knew that he couldn’t escape their notice, which made his life all the more complicated. While walking around the University of Ottawa campus, Steve got used to the stares, not just from the Black folks but also from Arabs, Chinese and Indian students.

Steve Dubois felt like a fish out of water at the University of Ottawa. Sometimes, he wished he’d never left the island of Haiti to study in Canada. He felt more alone than he ever thought he could. Never mind that the City of Ottawa was indeed one of the most racially diverse places in all of Canada, Steve’s very dark skin made him stand out even among other Black students. Many of the Black people at the University of Ottawa thought Steve came from South Sudan, rather than the Caribbean. Go figure.

Having grown tired of life on the University of Ottawa campus, Steve Dubois looked for a place of his own. He had to go all the way to Barrhaven to find a decent place. The landlady, an older Nigerian Muslim immigrant named Alia Ajoku, was charging him five hundred bucks a month for a basement apartment. Steve had his own bathroom, laundry, kitchen, and a television set and an old but functioning computer with internet access. The place was alright, too bad the Nigerian landlady was nosy as fuck.

“Madame Ajoku, I’ve been a good tenant, and I’m always polite to you, why do you like to bother me?” Steve Deneme Bonus Dubois asked Alia Ajoku one evening. He had just come out of the shower and was wearing his boxers, with a wet towel draped over his shoulders. The tall, burly Haitian brother was definitely not expecting to find his nosy Nigerian landlady in the basement, and sitting on his bed no less. What the fuck was going on here?

“I’ve always wanted to try some young Black dick,” Alia Ajoku said, and the sixty-something, silver-haired, plump and deceptively frail Nigerian knelt before Steve Dubois, and over his protests, she pulled his hard dick out of his boxers. Alia began sucking the big and tall young Haitian man’s dick. Tenant and landlord were about to get down and dirty in the basement of the Barrhaven townhouse where Steve was paying exorbitant sums just to have a place to lay his head.

“You’re finally putting those lips to good use, Miss Ajoku,” Steve replied, and Alia shot him a look, then continued to suck his dick. Wearing only a nightgown, sans panties or bra, Alia nevertheless looked appealing to Steve, who, truth be told, had a lot of hate and lust for the annoying old Nigerian broad. She’d been bugging him about random nonsense ever since he moved in, and he avoided her as much as he could. In a landlord-occupied house, this proved to be difficult, to say the least…

“Not a good idea to piss off a woman who’s got her lips around your cock,” Alia paused to say, glaring at Steve and tugging on his ball sac for emphasis. Steve nodded, and fell silent. Having gotten her message across, Alia resumed sucking Steve’s dick, and she even slid a finger up his ass. The brother acted like he was surprised but did not protest, so Alia added a second finger up Steve’s ass.

A few days ago, while snooping through Steve Dubois messy bedroom, Alia the nosy landlady found some porn magazines which surprised her. One of the magazines featured kinky Black porn, with hot scenes between Black Bedava bonusu men and Black women. Upon closer examination, Alia noticed that the Black women who were getting their mouths, pussies and assholes filled by the Black men’s dicks were all in their fifties, if not older. Someone likes us old broads, Alia thought naughtily.

Sitting on Steve’s messy bed, Alia flipped through the magazines. In one of them, a middle-aged Black woman had a rather unusual sexual encounter with a younger Black man. Rather than just suck and ride the brother’s hard dick, the Black woman in question donned a strap-on dildo and fucked him with it. Watching the bossy Black woman fuck the younger Black man with her strap-on dildo turned Alia on immensely, and she masturbated to that sexy, disturbing image.

Alia deep-throated Steve’s dick, and the Haitian brother stopped protesting and instead relaxed and enjoyed as the old Nigerian landlady went down on him. Alia noticed that the more she fingered Steve’s ass, the harder his dick got in her mouth. When Steve warned her that he was about to cum, Alia twisted her fingers in his asshole, and marveled as the brother came, his hard dick oozing a torrent of cum which rushed down her throat. Alia sucked every last drop of Steve’s cum, and then some.

“That was fun, now, I got a treat for you, something right out of those magazines you jerk off to,” Alia said, wiping her mouth with the back of hand after draining Steve’s dick. The Haitian stud looked at her, amazed. He was wondering what he’d gotten himself into when Alia got up and went upstairs. She came back with a thick cucumber and a bottle of Aloe cream. Steve looked at her, puzzled, and Alia smiled nastily at him.

“What are you going to do with those?” Steve asked, and Alia sat him down and explained everything. It took some convincing, but in the end, Steve found himself on all fours, face down and ass up. Alia spread her thick thighs wide open, and the Haitian stud buried Deneme bonusu veren siteler his face between her legs and ate her pussy. Steve’s tongue slid into Alia’s pussy, and he mercilessly teased her clitoris. The brother worked Alia over so damn well that she came, a few minutes later…

“Hmmm, you did a good job, handsome, you deserve a special treat,” Alia said, and she resumed sucking Steve’s dick, and fingering his ass. After a while, Alia pulled her fingers out of Steve’s asshole, and replaced them with something heftier. The Haitian brother groaned as Alia began working the cucumber up his ass. Steve cried out as the cucumber filled his asshole, and Alia eagerly sucked his dick. When he came for the second time that night, Alia eagerly sucked his cum, again…

“That was fun,” Steve said, a few minutes later, but Alia wasn’t quite done with him yet. The sultry older Nigerian woman made the burly Haitian stud get on all fours, and she proceeded to whoop his ass with his own belt. Steve groaned and grunted as Alia went totally dominatrix on him, beating his ass with his belt and cussing him out while doing so. The brother felt abased but alive as his “Black Femdom” fantasy finally came true…

“I hope you had fun tonight, Steve, it seems that you like strong Black women and that’s a wonderful thing, whenever you feel those submissive urges rise in yourself, don’t hesitate to come to me,” Alia Ajoku said to Steve Dubois. The Haitian brother smiled and nodded at the Nigerian landlady/secret dominatrix, thankful for her unique brand of domestic discipline. Steve hadn’t had fun like this in ages, not since he talked his ex-girlfriend Daniella into spanking him after sex, back in Haiti…

“Yes, Miss Ajoku,” Steve Dubois replied, and Alia Ajoku looked at her new tenant/submissive, pleased with her selection. A tall, handsome and educated brother like Steve shouldn’t be allowed to fall into the hands of white women. Back in her hometown of Kano, northern Nigeria, Alia Ajoku was taught the ways of Black female domination, which ironically flourished in the predominantly Muslim northern regions of Nigeria. Someday, Steve would be successful, and make a fine husband for a good Black woman. It was Alia’s duty to help him get there…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

Our Friend Sam

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Accidental Nudity

A smile crosses my face as soon as I see the caller ID on my phone. Even after a few years with him, that is still my reaction whenever I get a call or text from Tom.

“Hey sexy! What’s up?” I greet him.

“Hi babes! Sam just called. He’s in town for a meeting today and asked if he could stay over. You don’t mind, do you?” Tom asks.

“Of course not! Why do you even ask — you know that I love Sam!” I laugh.

“Thought so. Do you want to go out for dinner?”

“No, it’s fine, I can cook. It’s cozier at home. And it’s a slow Friday here at work. I think I can leave early and pick up some stuff from the grocery store on my way home.”

“Well, if you’re cooking… Could you make –?” Tom starts.

“Your current favorite? My asparagus lasagna?” I interrupt him. “Sure thing!”

“You know me too well, babes,” Tom laughs as we hang up.

What a nice surprise. Tom had introduced me to Sam — one of his university friends — shortly after we’d started dating and we’d hit it off immediately. In fact, the first evening we met, the two of us ended up talking so vividly for hours that at one point Tom joked about having to leave the two of us alone. I knew he was only kidding — Tom isn’t the jealous type. And while I have to admit that Sam is extremely attractive and usually quite my type, he was with his long-term boyfriend at that time and I was still completely smitten with Tom. Well, truth be told, I still am…

Ever since, whenever Sam is in town for client meetings we try to get together at least for dinner. We had already spent several fun evenings sharing food, drinks and laughing and talking for hours. The last few times we finally convinced him to just stay in our guestroom instead of a hotel.

When I arrive home a few hours later Tom has already tidied up the guestroom for Sam, putting some fresh sheets on the guest bed and even started laying the dining table. I kiss him hello quickly and go into the kitchen.

“Do you nee help?” he asks, following me into the kitchen.

“Do you have time?” I ask him back.

“No, I should finish up some stuff for work…” he admits.

“Then go do that. You know I’ll be ok here and we’ll have more time for us during the weekend if you get everything done tonight.” I kiss him again and push him out of the kitchen.

While I’ve always been an excellent cook, we had to figure out the hard way that Tom is a decent kitchen help and willing to learn. But only when he is relaxed and certainly not when he is preoccupied with work.

An hour later the lasagna is in the oven and I even had time to whip up a strawberry-rhubarb-tiramisu, knowing that Sam has a sweet tooth and would appreciate a dessert. Tom comes back into the kitchen. “All finished! Now I won’t have to do any work the whole weekend,” he announces.

“Perfect timing,” I say, putting the tiramisu in the fridge to set. “I’m done here as well.”

I swipe my finger through the bowl with the leftover mascarpone cream, and offer it to Tom: “Wanna taste?”

He grabs my hand and sticks my finger into his mouth to lick off the sweet cream. Then he just keeps sucking, looking at me with a naughty grin in his eyes. I move my body closer to him and hug him with my free hand, matching his naughty grin. But then the doorbell rings: Sam is here.

“Hanna! So nice to see you again,” Sam exclaims, once Tom has let him into the apartment, and he pulls me into a tight hug. I can smell his musky perfume mixed with his own manly body odor as I return his hug.

And a moment later, as the guys hug, I marvel at the differences in them. Tom is tall and lean, with dark hair and a short-cropped beard. Some grey hairs have started to appear recently, that make him look a bit older than he actually is. But his eyes always reveal his real age when he is smiling.

Sam on the other hand is just barely taller than me, with a slender but muscular body. With his light hair and clean-shaven and soft face, he looks much younger than Tom. Nobody usually guesses that they’re only a few months apart in age. And even though Sam’s soft face gives him a feminine touch, his body language and deep voice leave no doubt of his masculinity.

“Guys, do you mind if I take a quick shower before dinner?” Sam asks. “It’s been a long meeting and I’d love to get out of this suit.”

“Just make yourself feel right at home. You know where everything is,” Tom replies. “We’ll have dinner finished as soon as you’re ready.”

I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Alright, sorry, Hanna will have dinner finished by the time you’re done with your shower,” Tom corrects himself. “You wouldn’t want to eat my food anyway…”

“Sure enough,” Sam replies. “If I remember correctly, you even managed to overcook instant ramen noodles during our university days…”

“Once! That happened once exactly!” Tom complains as I shove him into the kitchen.

“You can finish the salad dressing, Mr. Head Chef,” I tell him, checking on the lasagna.

A few minutes later as I’m crossing the hallway carrying a bottle of wine to the dining room, Sam comes ümraniye escort out of the bathroom with just a towel slung very low around his waist. He grins and winks, as he disappears into the guestroom to get dressed. I am so caught off guard by his sudden half-naked appearance that I don’t notice Tom coming up to me from behind.

He hugs me, kisses me on the neck and whispers: “Isn’t he hot? I wouldn’t mind if he dropped that towel…”

I turn around to look at him with a questioning face. He just winks and takes the bottle out of my hands to carry it to the table. I stand still for a moment, thinking. I know that I had mentioned in the past that I found Sam quite sexy, but Tom never indicated back that he thought the same or that there even might have been a sexual history between the two of them. Eventually I follow him into the dining room, but he behaves as if nothing had happened and just asks me to get the napkins from the cupboard.

Sam comes out of the guestroom, dressed in a pair of soft grey cotton tracksuit pants and a simple long-sleeved t-shirt. He sits down at the dinner table and I can’t help but notice how his thighs stretch against the fabric. When I look up at him he catches my eye and winks at me. I’m starting to get even more confused now, what’s with all the winking today…?

But then dinner passes normally. We share a bottle of wine and talk. Sam entertains us with some stories from his recent dating life. Since him and his long-term boyfriend broke up about a year ago, he’s been seeing a few men and women. As it turns out nothing serious at the moment, but his first-dates-gone-wrong stories are hilarious. We’re all relaxed, just enjoying the company of good friends and some excellent food.

Most of the time during dinner Tom has his hand lying on my thigh. That’s not something extraordinary, as we’re always quite affectionate with each other. But tonight he’s applying just a little more pressure and his hand moves just a bit higher up every now and then, slightly sliding my dress up a bit more each time. I can tell that he is horny and I am looking forward to having sex later on. To be honest, the thought of sexy Sam being just a few meters away only separated from us by a thin wall turns me on quite a lot. We’d have to be quiet. Not something I am good at with Tom, though…

“So, who wants dessert?” I ask, after we’ve finished discussing Sam’s most recent failed date.

“You know I’ll never say no to something you’ve made, Hanna,” Sam smiles. “But I’ll have to use the bathroom first.”

“No problem, that gives Tom a chance to start on clearing away the dishes,” I tease.

“Ah, come on, now you’re being mean,” Tom grumbles. “I always take care of the dishes when you cook!”

True to his words, Tom starts carrying the plates back into the kitchen. I follow with the leftovers of the lasagna to put them into the fridge. But as soon as we’re in the kitchen, Tom pulls me into a tight embrace and starts kissing me passionately. I can feel his erection growing against my belly and start to get a little wet myself. I reach up and bury my hands in his hair.

Suddenly I can feel hands massaging my neck. They can’t be Tom’s as those are in their favorite place grabbing my ass.

I’m startled at first, but after a few seconds I start to relax, especially as Sam seems really gifted at massaging my constantly sore neck and shoulder muscles. I enjoy the sensation of Tom’s tongue exploring my mouth, his growing erection against me and the firm touch of Sam’s hands on my shoulders and neck. After a while I can feel Sam moving in closer to me. Now his chest is touching my back and he starts to softly kiss the nape of my neck. Tom removes his hands from my ass and slides them over Sam’s ass, pulling all of us even closer together. Sam moves his hands down from my shoulders to my side and around me, slowly pushing them in between our bodies. I move my chest away from Tom a little, so Sam can cup my breasts. When his fingers start to caress my nipples through the fabric of my dress, my knees almost buckle. But I am held firmly in place by his and Tom’s embrace. We continue like this for a while and I enjoy being held tightly between two sexy men that caress me with hands, lips and tongues.

Eventually Tom breaks our kiss and smiles at me. Then he looks over my shoulder to Sam and leans forward. I move my head out of the way a little and the two of them share a tender kiss. After they break apart, Tom moves his hands from Sam’s ass to my hips and pushes for me to turn around. I willingly oblige and slide my arms around Sam’s neck. Tom still hugs me tightly from behind, not letting me back away from Sam’s body. Sam and I look at each other, seemingly for a long time, then slowly move our heads closer together. I am thrilled. Sam has a very sensual mouth and I’d wondered for a long time what his lips would feel like on mine. When we finally kiss, I am not disappointed. They are warm and soft, and I can taste a trace of the red wine on his tongue. But I can also detect his unique musky and manly smell again, more pronounced pendik escort this time. I am excited to explore a new mouth.

While Sam and I kiss, Tom nibbles on my neck and massages my ass cheeks. Then I can feel his hand moving upwards along my back, and he starts opening the zipper of my dress. I remove my arms from Sam’s neck for just a moment to slip out of my dress, as Tom pulls it down. Now I am really glad I wore a nice matching set of underwear today. After Tom has gotten my dress out of the way, he reaches around me and starts to pull off Sam’s shirt. We part our mouths quickly to get it over his head, but immediately go back to kissing, as soon as it is off. His chest feels warm and firm against my skin. A moment later I can also feel Tom’s naked chest against my back. Satisfied with our state of undress, he must have taken off his shirt as well. He leans in closer: “Maybe we should skip dessert?”

We stop kissing and I have to giggle. Not something I usually do, but then, I also don’t usually make out with two guys at the same time… Tom and Sam each take one of my hands and lead me towards the bedroom.

“Umm…, guys…” I say while we start walking. “I think I will have to use the bathroom before this goes any further… I drank a lot of water during dinner…” They laugh and let go of my hands. “Don’t start without me!” I instruct them and wink. Yes, for a change it is me doing the winking…

In the bathroom I quickly relieve myself and think. Do we still have condoms anywhere? Tom and I didn’t need them anymore since he got a vasectomy last year, but obviously I don’t know about Sam. And at 45 I really couldn’t risk getting pregnant, especially not by Tom’s university friend. Maybe we still had a few lying around? And hopefully not expired…? But when I open the bathroom cupboard, I can see a brand new box standing right at the front. I laugh. Tom had obviously planned for this… Well, that explained some things…

“Found the condoms,” I announce, walking into the bedroom. Tom just grunts a reply. The men are both standing besides the bed in just their underwear and a tight embrace, kissing slowly but passionately.

I put the condoms down on the nightstand and get behind Tom, pressing my breasts against his back. My hands stroke all the way from his shoulders, down along his sides until they are at the top of his underpants. I start to push them down while pressing myself against his body. Once they are on the floor, I help him step out of them, so that he does not need to break his kiss with Sam. My face is now level with his ass and I gently bite both cheeks, being rewarded with a soft purr from deep within his throat. I get up again and give his ass a light slap, before walking around to stand behind Sam and doing exactly the same thing with his underwear and ass.

When I get up again I cup his round ass cheeks and can feel him pushing back into my hands. They feel firm and tight and I keep kneading them while pressing my breasts against his back. Tom pushes against him from the other side, so now it is Sam being tightly hugged by the two of us. This is the first time that I witness Tom directly interacting with another man and it’s a very erotic sight to see him this passionately with Sam, rubbing against him, as he buries his hands in his short blonde hair.

Eventually they break apart and gasp for air. Then Sam turns around and they both look at me.

“Why are you still not naked?” Tom asks. Sam walks around me as Tom reaches for my bra hooks and opens them. Sam — now kneeling behind me — pulls down my panties quickly. I step out of them as Tom takes off my bra, puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes my upper body down. Realizing that this will expose me completely to Sam, I quiver in anticipation. I know he must be still kneeling behind me, because I can feel his warm breath on my pussy.

“Why don’t you taste her?” I can hear Tom say, just moments before Sam puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer towards him. I can feel his tongue lightly touching my outer lips, softly stroking along the middle, not yet parting them, but getting ever so closer to opening me up. For the second time tonight, my knees almost buckle underneath me, but I manage to put my hands on my thighs and stabilize myself.

Slowly, too slowly for my impatient self, Sam inserts his tongue between my outer lips, exploring my smaller, inner lips, finding the entrance to my vagina, circling it, then sliding down to find my clit and softly playing with it. He uses his hands to spread my pussy open, finally licking me with more pressure. He alternates between inserting the tip of his tongue into my vagina, licking all over my lips and sucking lightly on my clit. At this point I can’t stop moaning softly.

Tom leans forward and I can hear him whisper to Sam: “She loves a finger in her pussy…” Sam immediately slips a thumb inside me, while his other fingers caress my clit, causing me to exhale heavily.

Tom kneels down and I can feel his fingers underneath my chin. He gently lifts my head and kisses me tenderly. Then he smiles bostancı escort at me and gets up, without releasing my chin. With his other hand he guides his dick towards my mouth. I close my lips around its head and start sucking. I move one of my hands from my thigh to grab Toms dick and start to lick it from its base, sliding my tongue along the shaft, coating it in saliva, then circling the head before closing my lips around it once more. I can hear Tom moan. He puts his hands on my shoulders and starts sliding himself in and out of my mouth. Sam has in the meantime gone back to licking me and I try very hard not to remove my pussy from his mouth, while still concentrating on sucking Tom’s dick as far down as possible.

After Sam’s tender start, his licking has certainly become more forceful, pushing into my vagina with his tongue as deeply as possible while rubbing my clit with his fingers. He is doing all the right things to get me quite close to an orgasm quickly. Then suddenly, his hands and mouth are gone and I whimper against Tom’s dick as I am left yearning for more.

“No worries, I’ll be right back with you,” Sam chuckles and I can hear him rustle with a condom wrapper. As promised, he is behind me once more a moment later, gripping my hips with his hands. He positions his dick between my thighs and pushes it between them, rubbing against my clit. I whimper again. My pussy squeezes involuntarily begging for something to be put inside. Sam continues teasing me by pushing between my thighs a few more times but then finally pulls out and positions himself against my entrance. I try to wiggle against his dick, willing him to enter me, without breaking the rhythm on Tom’s dick. Still, when Sam pushes into me after all with one powerful stroke, I am surprised and the force shoves me against Tom’s dick almost fully driving it into my mouth. I start to gag, but Tom pulls out a little to give me room to breathe.

“Are you ok, babes?” he asks. I nod and grunt, still keeping this dick in my mouth. Yes, I had to gag, but I am still amazed — I’d never gotten that much of his dick down my throat before.

Tom and Sam lean forward for a kiss. Since I am now being held in place by my hips and shoulders by my two men, I remove my other hand from my thigh and start to play with my clit. Tom pulls me towards him, causing Sam to slide out a little. Sam immediately pulls me back onto his dick, causing Tom to slide out. They quickly settle into this rhythm, taking it in turns to push into me. I let them pull and push me and focus on sucking Tom’s dick once more.

It doesn’t take long, though, until Tom speeds up his pumping, disturbing our rhythm. I move my hand from my clit to his balls to massage them lightly, letting them skip between my fingers, my other hand still firmly gripping his shaft. He grunts and pumps even quicker into my mouth. A few seconds later his balls tense up, I increase my sucking and with a load long moan he comes in my mouth. I wince a little as his hands clench my shoulders hard.

After Tom has calmed down, I realize that my pussy is unattended. Sam must have slipped out during Tom’s orgasm to allow me to concentrate fully on Tom. I straighten up with shaking legs and kiss Tom deeply.

He hugs me, then pushes me towards the bed, making me lie on my back. He assumes one of his favorite positions with his face between my legs. Contrary to Sam he doesn’t waste time slowly exploring my pussy, but instead starts licking all over my lips and clit with a firm pace, getting my wet pussy all over his face.

Sam has removed the condom and is standing next to the bed, watching us and stroking his dick slowly. It’s the first time I get a clear view of his erection and while he is not as big as Tom, his size is still unexpected for someone with his slender body type.

“Come here, Sam,” I say, reaching out for him with my hand. “Have you ever fucked tits before?”

“No,” he shakes his head, looking at my large and soft breasts. “But I’d love to give this a try.”

“Ok, straddle me,” I instruct him as I spit into my hands and rub saliva all over the inside of my breasts to get them as slick as my pussy.

Sam gets on top of me, leaning against the headboard with one hand and guiding his dick between my breasts. I squeeze them together with my arms and they completely enclose his dick. He starts to push through them, and whenever he is at the top, emerging from my breasts, I try to catch his tip with my mouth. Sometimes he stops there, letting my tongue play around on his head for a moment, before pulling back through my tits again. I can see his lust in his eyes and face getting stronger.

Then Tom changes pace licking my pussy. He uses one hand to spread my lips open, knowing fully well, that this increases my sensitivity while also giving him more access to my clit. And with his other hand he inserts first one finger, then two, then three into my pussy. I moan uncontrollably against Sam’s dick as Tom starts to massage my g-spot while applying even more pressure with his flat tongue from the outside. He really knows how to get me over the edge and I can’t hold back anymore. I throw my head back, letting Sam’s dick out of my mouth and convulse in an intense orgasm, trembling all over my body, squeezing my pussy tight around Tom’s fingers and pushing my clit up into his mouth.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

Strapped Tight Ch. 03

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ass

Jimmy and Ted

“Ted,” I said, calling up to the black chauffeur. “Find a private spot and pull over and come back here.” I could feel Jimmy flinch, but I also could feel him willing himself to control his breath and his fear.

Ted pulled over quickly and the black bull muscled his way into the backseat. I told him to strip, which he did on the spot, and then I told him to join me in fucking Jimmy, suggesting that he pump himself only to half hard to begin.

Jimmy started to tremble more noticeably. He buried his face in my neck and started to whimper, but he didn’t object or question my authority in any way. I asked him then if he wanted out of the car, but he just shook his head and said he was where he wanted to be, that whatever I wanted was good with him.

I scrunched my buttocks farther down toward the front of the seat, my cock still fully buried in Jimmy’s ass, and tipped Jimmy up, as Ted approached him from the rear and forced the head of his cock into Jimmy’s asshole along the top of my already entrenched and slowly rising cock. Jimmy, driven by instinct even though he had assented to this, tried to pull his arms from behind me, but I held him fast and kept my arms wrapped around his back, holding his bare chest to mine.

Ted pushed in four inches, which gave me a thrill. This was real tightness. My cock quickly accelerated its engorgement, which clicked Ted’s button as well. Jimmy involuntarily arched his head and torso back, succeeding in sucking his arms from behind my back. He reached back, trying to get at Ted, but Ted took his wrists in his powerful hands and pulled them out of the way. I grabbed Jimmy by his waist and lowered my lips and teeth to his nipples.

I pushed down on Jimmy’s hips pushing him farther down on my now fully hard cock. Ted went with me at that with his own dick, and Jimmy was to find that, although Ted’s cock was thinner than mine, it was even longer. Nearly ten inches long, a true black bull. Jimmy gasped as Ted and I inched our cocks up inside him. He was flailing around involuntarily, but he wasn’t giving any indication of intentional opposition to what was happening to him.

“Shh, shh,” I said in a ragged voice. “Just quiet down and drain yourself of tension. It will be easier that way. You can take us both. We’re almost in now, and you’re doing fine. You’ll love this when we are in position.” This had hit my sexual button. You couldn’t get any tighter in an ass than having another throbbing cock in there with you.

Ted had found the leather straps Jimmy had used for a belt and had tied his wrists up to a strap in the center of the ceiling of the car and now had his own hands free. While I was working Jimmy’s nipples and pecs with my tongue and teeth and rocking his hips back and forth on our double-fucking rods with my hands, Ted was playing with Jimmy’s balls with one hand and stroking his cock off with the other. Jimmy had his head lolled back on Ted’s powerful shoulder and was nodding it back and forth. His eyes were closed tight and tears were rolling down his cheeks. He was licking his lips, trying to control himself, trying to quiet down. I felt Ted’s cock head running up along the top of my cock until it met my own. And then it wandered on past for a couple of more inches. Jimmy gulped and groaned as Ted reached the end, probably farther up Jimmy’s ass canal than anyone had ever gone before. I noticed that Jimmy’s face was turning red.

“Breathe, Jimmy. Breathe,” I commanded. “If you breathe normally, it will be just fine.”

Jimmy slowly expelled pent-up air in a long, drawn-out breath. He looked down at the sensuous fingers of the chocolate hand that were stroking his cock and sliding around the precum of his cock head. Jimmy seemed mesmerized by that.

“Do you like that, Jimmy? Do you like what Ted is doing to your cock?”

“Yes,” Jimmy squeaked.

“Then concentrate on what you like. You are being stroked off by one of the best in the business. Ted has a nice, black cock eleven inches up into you too. Have you ever before had a cock that long?”

“No,” Jimmy whispered. “I haven’t had a cock over eight inches inside me until you, either.”

“And did you like that, Jimmy?”

“Eventually. Yes, I like that when you do it now.”

“And you’ve never been double fucked before, have you?”

“Yes, but not this big,” he whimpered.

“But you can come to enjoy that too, don’t you think, Jimmy?”

“Maybe.” And then quickly, because he was afraid this was the wrong answer. “Yes. Whatever you want. I’ll love whatever you do to me. Yes, I love to be double fucked by big cocks.”

“Oh, you haven’t been double fucked yet, Jimmy. You’ve just been double penetrated to this point.”

Jimmy moaned and he rolled his head back on Ted’s shoulder.

“You do want ümraniye escort to be double fucked, don’t you Jimmy? You do want to learn everything that makes me happy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Jimmy said. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“Yes, I love tightness and control—and submission, Jimmy. You can’t get more tightness than a double fuck. Do you want Ted and me to play you now?”

“Yes.”

“Give me a kiss, Ted,” I said. “Before we start. Then you know what I like.” We leaned in to each other past Jimmy’s head and kissed deeply.

“You want to join us, Jimmy?” I asked after Ted and I had disengaged.

“Yes, whatever you want,” Jimmy answered.

“And Ted can finish you off while we kiss,” I suggested. We went into three-way kissing and tonguing until Jimmy lurched, signaling that Ted had taken him beyond a climax.

“I don’t need you to tighten yourself for me for this, Jimmy,” I then said. “This is when you can get those legs stretched out and open your hole as much as you can. I suggest you find a foothold somewhere above your waist in this car with each foot and hold on for dear life.”

Jimmy lifted his legs and stretched them out to the upper rims of the window wells on each side of the car, as Ted and I rose with him, our cocks still entrenched to the hilt. I got up on my knees on the seat of the car, and Ted just crouched on bent knees under Jimmy’s buttocks. I held Jimmy by his waist and Ted supported him under this thighs. And then Ted and I played Jimmy’s ass like pistons on a steam engine. Slowly I pulled out until my dick head was dragging on Jimmy’s prostate and then I pushed back in while Ted pulled out all of the way. Then he drove back in and up ten inches into Jimmy, as I pulled back to Jimmy’s prostate. We started slowly. After several strokes, accompanied by the groaning and moaning of a quaking Jimmy, and on cue, both Ted and I pulled half way out. I wrapped a fist around both of our cocks and rotated them around in Jimmy’s ass. He panted and moaned for us, but he dipped his lips to mine and gave me a passionate kiss. I forgave Jimmy his initiative, seeing now that he was slowly being won over.

“Sort of like this, do you, Jimmy?” I whispered to him.

“Yes, yes, it’s getting easier. More tolerable.”

“And the thought of being double fucked by two studs, one white and one chocolate, is turning you on, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, it is. I’ve never imagined doing this before. Ahhh, that’s good!” Ted and I had both reeled in to the end.

“Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh,” he was moaning as we began to pump him quicker now, first with long, counterplunge strokes, as before, and then, as we got more frenzied ourselves, deep inside him, never pulling out from more than a seven-inch depth.

“Ahh, yes. That’s good. Pump me. Fuck me. Ah, that long prick; it just keeps on digging and digging.”

“You like that, Jimmy? You like Ted’s prick deep inside you?”

“Yes, yes.”

“And If I like, do you want Ted to do you again, all by himself, when we get to the house?”

“Yes. Yes. I mean if that’s what you want.”

Both Ted and I were breathing hard now, close to our climaxes. “Tell me when you are ready to blow, Ted” I yelled.

“Any time now,” Ted yelled back. “Just let me know.”

“Are you ready, Jimmy?” I whispered in his ear. “Are you ready for the most amazing feeling of your life.”

“Yes, yes,” Jimmy murmured through clenched teeth.

“Now!” I yelled, and Ted and I flooded Jimmy’s insides with great spurts of semen, filling him until white fluid seeped out of his rectum and puddled on the floor.

He threw his head back and yelled, “Man, on man! I think you hit up into my stomach. Oh, God, I’ve never felt so filled before.”

Jimmy had done well, and he seemed to love to fuck in general, so I decided there and then to give him a reward he’d never forget. I pulled my trousers back on and buttoned up my shirt.

“Here, I’ll drive on home, Ted. Perhaps you can show Jimmy what your real talent is while we are driving—your incredible ability to reload and fire. Jimmy, you are free from making me happy for a while. Do whatever you want with Ted. Fight him off if you can or top him if you can. And scream your head off, if you like. Have fun.”

I had barely gotten the car started, into gear, and back out onto the road when I heard Jimmy screaming in ecstasy in the backseat.

“Oh, God, yes. Deeper, deeper!” I looked back in the rear-view mirror and saw that Ted had gotten Jimmy spun around on his dick and Jimmy was laying back on the seat, facing forward, his legs reaching for the ceiling and Ted scrunched down on the balls of his feet between Jimmy’s legs and humping him with deep forward thrusts. Jimmy was meeting him thrust for thrust with his hips, thrilled to be free pendik escort to take initiatives now. Within minutes, I heard them exclaim in unison.

“God, I don’t believe you could trigger again that fast,” Jimmy was saying. “Now . . . Hey, wait, what are you doing?”

Ted had pulled Jimmy down to the floor on his knees, his chest buried in the seat, and Ted was behind him, his legs between Jimmy’s, and he was pumping the young man again in long and forceful strokes. Ted had Jimmy’s wrists in his hands and was holding them up and out. His face was buried in the side of Jimmy’s neck, where he was sucking with all his might.

“Enough, enough,” Jimmy was yelling. “No more. Oh, oh, oh, yes. Do that again. God, that’s driving me crazy. How can you stay so long and so hard?” And then within minutes, “God, how can you go off again so fast? I have to rest. Let me rest.”

Ted’s idea of letting Jimmy rest was to lay him down along the seat and get below him, his strong arms woven around either thigh and meeting in a fist hold on Jimmy’s stomach and inhaling Jimmy’s cock into his mouth. Jimmy was arching his back and digging in his heels and rhythmically pumping Ted’s mouth.

“Ahhhh,” Jimmy was moaning. “Such a soft mouth. Oh, do that again. That tongue. You’re driving me wild. I’m going to come. Oh, God, I warn you, I’m going to commmme!”

I moment of silence, and then Jimmy exclaiming again. “Not so soon. You can’t possibly . . . ahhhh. I don’t know if I can . . . Oh, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me again. Harder, deeper.”

The rear-view mirror showed that after sucking Jimmy off, Ted had snaked himself up Jimmy’s prone body, slapping his broad chocolate chest on Jimmy’s chest and his belly on Jimmy’s belly, pinning the young man on his back on the seat. Ted had thrust his arms under Jimmy’s arm pits and had his arms pinned so that they couldn’t do more than stroke Ted’s back. His still-hard dick was buried in Jimmy’s ass and he was stroking him again in fast, strong thrusts. Jimmy was rubbing the backs of Ted’s monster calves with the heels of his feet.

“Ah, that’s good. This is all I can take, though. I know you can’t possibly shoot again so . . . Oh, God, oh my God. No one can reload in ten minutes, time after time. Oh, oh. I think cum is coming up in my throat. You’re a Super . . . no, no, not again. Ahhhh.”

A brief silence. And then another “Ahhh,” and “ohh,” a weak moaning and heavy sighing. I looked in the rear-view mirror again. Jimmy was stretched on the seat on his belly this time. Ted was crouched above him, kneeling with his knees encasing Jimmy’s thighs in one of my favorite approaches. He had his elbows locked and his palms opened across Jimmy’s shoulder blades on either side, and his long, long cock was poised above Jimmy’s asshole. From Jimmy’s moaning, I had to assume that Ted was doing his specialty, the long, long stroke and total withdrawal. And sure enough, as I peeked back at him when I was able, his cock took a long, long slow slide into Jimmy’s ass, up to where golden-red ass fuzz merged with kinky black hairs. Then, rotating his hips, Ted would do a rotate of his cock within Jimmy’s ass. Jimmy would moan when Ted was buried eleven inches and sigh when Ted’s cock rotated.

“It feels so big now, as well as long,” Jimmy murmured. “It’s so tight. But it feels so fine. You could do this all night. It doesn’t matter that you don’t shoot again. You could . . . Oh, my God, not again. Oh, oh, oh.”

Ted liked his specialty. He did this twice more, continuing to reload and shoot at an amazing pace. The last time, Ted went down in the stretched-along-the-body close hold that he had learned from me, and Jimmy, exhausted, and filled to the brim with semen, lowered his arms and stroked his insistent lover’s thighs lightly with his fingers. He was sighing quietly, fully satisfied, waiting for Ted’s cock to wilt at last, inside him.

Ten minutes and I heard Jimmy yelp with surprise. Ted had rolled onto his side, against the back of the bench seat, and had rolled Jimmy with him, Jimmy’s back to Ted’s belly. Ted was side splitting Jimmy now, with renewed strength and vigor. One of Ted’s hands was holding Jimmy’s leg in the air, giving Ted a good opening to Jimmy’s asshole, and Ted’s other hand was snaked around Jimmy’s waist and was stroking Jimmy’s cock off again. Ted’s lips and teeth were buried in Jimmy’s neck.

Ted was doing his signature stroking into Jimmy’s ass. Long and strong strokes, burying deep before withdrawing and pounding in again. Jimmy was clearly worn out, but he came to life as his cock engorged under Ted’s ministrations and he was bouncing up and down with enthusiasm as Ted arranged for them to cum simultaneously.

For several minutes I heard low voices, obviously voicing endearments and mutual admiration bostancı escort from the backseat and the slurping of deep kisses. As I pulled through the gates to my estate, however, I looked back and saw that they were in one last position. Ted was sitting in the center of the backseat, with his legs raised so that his heels were resting on the console between the two front seats. Jimmy was draped across his legs, his head resting on the top of Ted’s feet, and his ass buried against Ted’s belly. Ted obviously was still—or once again—buried ten inches into Jimmy. Jimmy’s arms just dangled beside his body and trailed on the floor of the car. His legs ran up the back of the seat on either side of Ted’s chest. Jimmy’s head was lolling. It was turned toward me, and I saw the semen floating in his eyes now and his mouth was showing a sloppy, slack, lopsided grin of complete surrender and fulfillment. His head was also bobbing up and down, because, in the back seat, Ted had Jimmy’s hips in his hand, and he was sliding Jimmy back and forth on his still very hard dick. The sliding made a slick slurping sound, as Jimmy’s ass canal was swimming in semen.

We reached the garage and I turned off the engine. I turned to Jimmy and took his chin in my hand. “Does Ted make a good top?” I asked sweetly.

“Oh, yes, yes,” Jimmy murmured. “Does he ever stop, though?”

“Yes he does, Jimmy. When Mr. G wants him too.”

“Mr. G?” Jimmy asked weakly.

“Yep, there’s a Mr. G, Jimmy. There’s always a Mr. G somewhere ahead. Even the dominators are dominated. This is Mr. G’s limousine. You and I work for Mr. G’s business. Mr. G tells Ted what to do. Mr. G even tells me what to do. Do you think you can understand that, Jimmy? You think you can understand how this spirals, how what goes around comes around?”

“Yes,” Jimmy answered weakly. And then, “Oh, oh. Again. Again.” And I looked back, and with a very satisfied look, Ted was filling Jimmy’s tank again with his love juice. This had been quite a night for Ted – and, of course, for Jimmy. I had enjoyed it as well.

Jimmy was unable to walk from the car. A still vigorous Ted had to carry him into the house—Mr. G’s house.

* * * *

And Then There Was Me

The light of the dawn was creeping in across the manicured lawn and through the gap in the silk drapes at the window of Mr. G’s playroom, fingers of light dancing around the room, picking up and reflecting a rainbow of colors from the crystal chandelier overhead. I lifted my head and looked over to the bed, where Jimmy was spread-eagled, wrists and ankles tied off at the four corners of the bed frame and staring at me with eyes rapidly moving through a variety of expressions: fear, lust, arousal, shock, weariness.

Ted moved over and sat down on the bed beside Jimmy, and Jimmy started screaming again and staring at me in wild-eyed panic as Ted began to work his fist, one finger and knuckle at a time, into Jimmy’s hole.

I was having issues of my own. I was totally exhausted. It had been a long night.

I thought that surely it was over now—and that thought brought on a flood of relief—and regret.

But then Mr. G grabbed my hips again and raised my buttocks to him and began working that hard, extension-augmented cock of his into my slack, totally used hole again. My arms ached from supporting the weight of my body on wrists bound to the top bar of the frame. Tall as I was, my legs, bound by straps around the thighs and under my knees, didn’t reach the deep-pile carpeted floor. Once his cock had gotten purchase in my channel, Mr. G released his grip on my hips and he was draping the leather sling around to rest on my lower belly again and fisting the ends and then was using the sling to move my impaled ass canal back and forth on his enhanced cock.

Mr. G barked a command, and Ted stopped worrying Jimmy’s ass and stood up and walked over to in front of me. He gave me a deep kiss on the lips and then reached down and untied the bindings around my legs.

They felt numb and it was like they were been stabbed with sharp knives all over as Ted lifted and spread-eagled them, rolling my pelvis up. He walked between my thighs and positioned his bulbous cock head at my channel above Mr. G’s enhanced and already sheathed cock and began his dance of double penetration.

I raised my face to the ceiling, my eyes rapidly moving in a haze across the shimmering chandelier, my mouth open in a glorious, exhilarating scream of being ultimately taken, strapped and squeezed tight, and totally fucked—just like I liked to do to others. Ted had barely started pumping me in long strokes when I started shooting off my cum up onto the rough leather strapping criss-crossing his beefy chocolate chest.

They fucked me for what seemed to be hours after that, and when they were finished, my wrists were unstrapped and I just collapsed in a heap at the base of the frame.

I was drifting off as I heard Mr. G’s voice cut through the fog of my weary brain. “I do believe it’s Jimmy’s turn on the frame now, Ted.”

-Fini-

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

Strong Arms Ch. 03

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ass

The next morning, Bert seemed more relaxed and comfortable, as I did, and told me a little about himself. He was separated from his wife, having told her he was bisexual and had been having an affair with a friend of his. His wife didn’t take kindly to this although they were still on perfectly good terms. I explained that I had no experience with either girls or guys but was thoroughly enjoying what we were doing together. For some reason, I found an erect cock very exciting and erotic, slightly naughty I suppose but very exciting. I had never imagined I could be so close with another guy but he seemed to understand what I was saying. He said he was quite inexperienced with guys, having had only one previous lover and a few casual experiences but still enjoyed making love with his wife, who he still occasionally met up with.

We lay beside each other, casually chatting away and he suggested that it might be interesting if we went to a gay sauna he knew of. I had always enjoyed saunas but, obviously had never been to a gay one before, and didn’t have any objections to agreeing to meet him in the evening and visit it. I had to go to work so I got out of bed and got ready for work, aware that he was watching me dress.

Later that evening, we met as arranged and took a taxi close to the sauna. I was surprised that it was located off a narrow alleyway. For some reason, I expected a brightly lit place and hadn’t expected to ring a bell for admittance. We changed in the cramped dressing room and I was surprised when he wrapped a towel around himself. I thought we would be walking around naked. I did the same and followed him along the corridor and down a short flight of stairs and into the sauna area. We had a quick shower and stepped into the Jacuzzi.

He told me that there was also a large sauna, steam room and a dark room next to some private cubicles where couples often went. Although there were a lot of guys around, they all had towels around them, which was a big disappointment. About ten minutes later, Bert suggested going into the steam room. I caught a quick glimpse of his cock as he stepped out of the Jacuzzi and, although not fully erect, I could tell he was quite relaxed and turned on.

The steam caught my breath as we entered, noticing there were four others in there. I sat down and rubbed the sweat from my face, noticing that the guy sitting across from me had his towel around his neck and a lovely erection for all to see. This fascinated me and I could see Bert was watching him too. Suddenly, one of the other guys stood up and then knelt in front of him and promptly started to suck that cock, right in front of me. That must have been the most erotic thing I had ever seen, realising my cock was getting very stiff at what was happening in front of me. It could only have been a couple of minutes before he stood up and the two of them walked out. Bert looked at me and said they were away to have some fun. I looked down at his ümraniye escort towel, noticing that he had quite a stiff cock. He suggested that we should go to the dark room and see what was happening. I deliberately let my towel fall, exposing a rigid cock for the other guy to see before putting my towel back on and following Bert.

Although Bert called it a dark room, there was a light from around the corner, which, when your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could just make out faint shapes of others in there. A few minutes later, I could see fairly clearly what was going on. I counted sixteen others in that room, some standing still, others sitting down and others caressing each other. I felt a hand on my cock as a guy sitting close to me started stroking it. He moved forward a little and then started to suck me. I felt a little uncomfortable as I looked towards Bert, but he smiled at me and then moved towards another guy and placed his cock against the man’s mouth. A second later, Bert looked quite contended standing there as he received a blowjob. I was fully aware of this other guy sucking my cock, quite expertly. He took me right to the hilt and then slowly released me, hesitating to lick the tip of my cock and then fully taking me again. I was enjoying the rhythm of this as he sucked, teased the tip and sucked again, at the same time I was teasing both my nipples. I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come but suddenly Bert grabbed my arm and I lost concentration. He whispered in my ear not to come yet as we could still have a lot of fun. I stood back from the guy sucking me, apologised and then walked to a spare seat.

Almost as soon as I had sat down, I felt a cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and let my tongue explore this guy’s cock, placing my hand around it to feel how stiff it was. It was slightly smaller than Bert’s cock so I was able to take all of it in my mouth, putting my hands around his bottom and pulling him closer to me so I could enjoy all of it. I sucked and let my hand wank him, occasionally licking the tip, a trick I learned earlier. I was quite excited as I felt him stiffen in my mouth, his cock growing slightly and I waited for him to come in my mouth. Quickly he pulled out of my mouth, stood back a little and wanked over my chest. I could feel the warm drops as they landed on my chest. I quickly rubbed his come over me, enjoying the smooth, moist feeling over my chest and nipples. As quickly as he had come all over me, he turned and walked out. I looked for Bert and nodded for him to come over, he sat beside me. I told him a guy had come all over me and looked for a reaction. Bert then said he had already sucked a guy off while another wanked all over him. He took my hand and rubbed it over his balls so I could feel the moistness. I gripped his cock and started to rub it but he pulled away and said there was plenty of time for us later.

Bert reached out and pulled a guy towards him and slowly pendik escort put the guy’s cock in his mouth. Another guy came towards me and I reached out to take him in my mouth, noticing that he had a very thick but short cock with an enormous tip. I licked that tip, feeling him go weak each time I touched it and I knew I could make him come. I stopped for a moment and started to wank him, looking at the tip of his cock getting bigger. Suddenly, he exploded all over me. The first spurt landed in my eyes, making me blink and I felt the second spurt go right over my face. I was almost ecstatic as I quickly put my mouth over his cock, wanting to taste the rest of it. I swallowed quickly as I felt the next spurt hit the back of my throat and then let the next one dribble out of my mouth, still wanking him to make sure I had the lot. Bert had his eyes closed and I don’t think he was aware of what I had done. The guy I had pleasured touched my head and then walked out.

I was so turned on that I wanted to feel someone suck me. I stood up and a guy put his arm around me and kissed my neck. I reached down to feel his cock and noticed he was saturated with lubricant. His cock slid through my fingers as I stroked his body. He knelt down in front of me and sucked me. I placed both hands on the side of his face and felt him move up and down on me. By this time, I was very hard and wanted to come, but I remembered what Bert had said. The guy in front of me then turned round bent down and guided me into him. He was so covered with lubricant that I easily slid inside him with the first thrust as he pushed up against me. I wasn’t sure about this, as I didn’t feel comfortable about what he had done. However, he pushed away and then back again and this had the effect of almost making me come, immediately forgetting my reservations about this. I gripped the side of his hips and slowly thrust in and out, easily sliding with the lubricant. I knew that I wasn’t going to take long before I came and wondered if I should just continue or stop. I decided to stop and pulled out of the guy. I thanked him and walked to the other side of the room and stood still for a moment. I wanted to suck cock so I bent over the guy who was sitting in front of me and almost expertly by now, placed my lips around his cock.

As I was enjoying sucking him, I felt a hand stroking my bottom with lubricant. He seemed to pour it over me, massaging me with it. This reminded me of when Bert had come between my legs the previous day. I was aware that I had a guy’s cock in my mouth and at the same time, someone was rubbing loads of lubricant over me. I had decided that I didn’t want to do this but before I pulled away, he slid a finger into my ass. That actually felt surprisingly pleasant and I relaxed as he screwed me with his finger. As I relaxed more, he slid another finger inside me. I continued to suck the guy in front of me as I felt my ass being pleasured, wondering if it would be bostancı escort painful if I took his cock inside me. I wiggled my bottom as I felt his fingers inside me, aware that the cock in my mouth was about to explode. At that moment, I wanted to feel a cock inside my ass as well as the one in my mouth. I stopped sucking and wanked the guy all over my face, enjoying the warm liquid splattering over me, tasting a drop on my lip. However, the guy behind me still had his fingers working inside me and I was about to guide his cock inside me when Bert stopped me. He suggested we go to one of the cubicles together and make love.

He followed me into a small room with a bench and a lock on the door. Bert locked it and gripped me tightly, his cock pressed against me as he kissed me. I went down on my knees and licked his cock, feeling it grow in my hand and stroking his balls as I teased him. He moved and knelt down behind me, licking my ass and rubbing more lubricant over me. I knew what was going to happen next, as I readied myself for his cock. He started by rubbing it over my buttocks, occasionally nudging my ass, helping me relax. I pushed myself back a little and felt him begin to slide inside me. I winced as I felt him enter me and he stopped for a second to let me relax. Slowly he pulled back and then entered me again, thrusting slowly but getting further up me. Eventually, I could feel his whole cock move inside me, his balls tickling my balls. I didn’t find this too uncomfortable so started to move with him, feeling his lovely hard cock thrusting inside me. It didn’t take long before I could feel him stiffen inside me, groaning in my ear, his strong arms gripping me. I thrust against him, waiting for him to come. His thrust became firmer and he pulled me closer to him, his cock still pounding me. Suddenly I felt a warm feeling inside me as I felt him spurt, feeling each spurt as he filled me with his come. I rubbed my own cock as I felt him come, wanting to come with him but he stopped me.

After he caught his breath, he told me to follow him back to the dark room. He stood me in the middle of the floor and kissed my nipple. He grabbed another guy and pulled his head towards my other nipple. I touched myself as I felt the sensations from my nipples but a hand pulled my hand away and I felt my cock going into someone’s mouth. I thrust deeper into his mouth, savouring the two tongues on my nipples at the same time. Quickly, I felt myself finally ready to come and I closed my eyes and imagined Bert’s cock riding me as I came in the guy’s mouth. Bert put his arm around me as I came, his hand stroking my balls as I released the last drops into the guys mouth.

I felt drained after that and wanted to relax a bit. Bert followed me to the Jacuzzi and we both lay back and enjoyed the warm water. I said this had been a great evening and I really wanted more of this. Bert held my hand as he whispered that he might have another surprise sometime soon for me. I reached over and squeezed his cock, kissing him and resting my head on his chest, his arm moving around my shoulders. I could sit like this forever, I remember saying, a long time before we finally showered, dressed and went for a taxi home.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

University 02 – A Continuing Journey

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Asian

(This is a continuation of the previous University- A new beginning story, with the first part kind of a summary of what has happened from two viewpoints, Amy telling the story and friend/housemate Jo)

*****

After the events of last night and this morning at Kerry and Victoria’s, Jo and I decided not to discuss what had happened, in order not to create any suspicion amongst the girls we were sharing a student house with.

We had managed to return to the house and go to our rooms, without any of the other six house mates noticing. I sat in my room laying on my bed replaying the events in my mind and feeling slightly horny as a consequence. I also thought about Jo and imagined what she had done with Kerry and Victoria while she was with them. I had not really thought about Jo in a sexual way, as she was a friend I shared a house with. But in trying to imagine the sex Jo had with the Sisters, I was feeling a bit turned on.

As i thought about what Kerry had said about seeing her Sister Victoria enjoying Jo eat her pussy, I was picturing in my mind what she had seen. I started to pinch at my nipples which had grown stiff. Jo was a very cute girl, with sparkling blue eyes, a small perfect nose and kissable lips, with lovely brown hair. She had a lovely trim athletic figure, with a tight butt and boobs that perfectly matched her frame size. I had not really thought about Jo in this way, until the adventures of last night with the Sisters.

Across the hallway of the student house Jo was also laying on her bed thinking about what had transpired. This was not the first time Jo had experienced sexual activity with another girl as she had messed around with a girl from school, but had only gone as far as kissing, touching and masturbating together. At the time, neither Jo or her school friend wanted to go any further. Jo thinking about the differences between Kerry and Victoria, had noticed that while Kerry was quite rough, Victoria was a lovely sensitive lover. If she had opportunity to see only one of the Sisters again it would be Victoria.

When Jo had caught Kerry and Victoria, in the upstairs hallway swapping over sex partners, she was quite happy to see Kerry move across to Amy. Although at that point she had no idea what Victoria would be like, she hoped to be able to control the situation better, with a more shared experience, rather than have one being so dominant. When Victoria came into the room, Jo told her what she liked and thankfully Victoria was a very thoughtful lover. After a long session of kissing and caressing while totally naked, Jo had been able to go down on Victoria and enjoy it taking her time. As an added turn on, Jo had also noticed that Kerry was still outside of the door looking through a crack in the door as it had not been shut properly. Thinking of one Sister watching her sibling having her pussy eaten by another girl was quite a turn on. Jo had got off the bed to close the door, telling Kerry she had better go and see Amy.

*******

Later in the day near lunchtime both Jo and Amy went downstairs to make something to eat. Only one of the other girls Gemma was around, so they made some pasta and sat together in the lounge while watching TV.

Gemma asked, “What did you two do last night?”

I responded, “Not much, just a few drinks with some of the others on my course and I slept on an uncomfortable sofa.”

Jo responded, “Yes pretty much the same as me then, giving me a wink, with her head turned to me in a way Gemma could not see.”

To avoid any further questioning by Gemma I asked, “What did you do last night Gemma?”

Gemma relied, “Not very much, I was so tired, I watched TV in bed and fell asleep.”

After eating, the three of us just watched TV and gradually the other five housemates returned home. Later on when Gemma suggested going to the Pub, I suggested that we try another Pub, rather than the ‘Jolly Sailor’, as thought to myself I did not want to chance an awkward encounter with Kerry and Victoria, who seemed to be regulars there. So instead we ended up going to the ‘Chain & Anchor’, which was a much larger modern establishment.

As we sat in the Pub, Gemma asked me, “Have you and Jo seen Kerry from the ‘Jolly Sailor’ again, since you had your thank you drink?”

I responded, “No, I have not seen her or her Sister, as they are based at the Science part of the campus and live across town.”

Jo chipped in, “No I have not seen them either, but I did tell Kerry that you passed on your thanks for helping with the rent.”

“Thanks for doing that, as I felt guilty not thanking Kerry personally.” Gemma replied.

We sat in the Pub for an hour or so talking about our University experiences to date and returned to the house, as we had University courses the next morning.

When we got back to the house, I quietly said to Jo, “Once the others are in bed, I will come to your room for a quick chat.”

Jo responded, “Ok. I will see you later. Text me before you come.”

At around midnight, after texting Jo, I left my room and ataşehir escort very quietly crossed the hallway to Jo’s room. I did not knock to avoid noise and quietly opened her door. Once inside I paced across to Jo’s bed.

“Hi Amy, what did you want to talk about?”Jo asked

“I felt a bit awkward in replying to Gemma about what I had done last night and whether I had seen Kerry again,” I advised

“Yes, it was very awkward,” agreed Jo.

“We really need to be careful about how we handle these situations, given that Kerry and Victoria are University Tutors and we are new students!” I warned.

“Yes, we will need to at least have a cover story, should anything happen further or we risk suspicion!” Jo recommended.

“Agreed, we will talk about this again, when we have a quiet moment.” I responded.

I kissed Jo goodnight without thinking saying. “Sleep tight sweet thing.” leaving the room to go to bed. On returning to bed, I smiled as I thought what I had just done.

A few days later, when Jo and I had the house to ourselves, I asked Jo, “Can we go up to your room, so we can discuss what happened last weekend?”

Jo quickly responded, “Yes I would love to do that, as I have been wondering whether we should talk or not, having shared in such an experience!”

“Ok great, lets go upstairs now as we might take awhile to run through everything that happened.” I suggested.

“Cool, I will follow you.” Jo said pointing towards the door that led to the stairs.

As we entered Jo’s room, I closed the door and applied the lock, so we would not be disturbed. We then both sat down on the bed making ourselves comfortable.

“Who wants to tell their story first?” I asked

“I don’t mind!” said Jo, “and it might make sense because I caught Kerry and Victoria swapping between us while you were sleeping.”

“Great, i’m am getting wet in anticipation!!” I half joked with a smile.

“Where do i start?” Jo commented, before saying, “I know!”

“I will begin with what happened in the lounge, while we watched the film.” Jo added.

Jo continued. “As i was sitting under the blanket with Kerry, watching the lesbian film, I was starting to feel very horny, probably assisted by the wine and brandy I had consumed. As I had these feelings, Kerry was sat almost on top of me, with an arm around me massaging my back. I could also sense that Kerry was not really watching the film, but watching my reactions, as she first caressed my back, then neck and hair.”

“I then felt a hand lightly touch the side of my face and this caused me to turn facing Kerry, where I locked eyes with her looking lustily at me. As we sat looking at each other for a number of minutes, Kerry gently touched my lips with a finger toying with me, before moving in for a very tender kiss. I heard Kerry whisper that she wanted me, asking me whether she could continue, which I found difficult to say no to.”

“As I lent towards Kerry our lips met and we very slowly kissed, with our tongues dancing together. After awhile Kerry was feeling hot so took off her top and asked me to sit on her lap, which I did. As our kissing became more passionate, she threw me off her lap onto the sofa, where she quickly took off my dress, leaving me in my underwear and high heels. What started out as gentle, was now quite rough and rushed. As Kerry tried removing my panties, I asked her to stop and insisted we went to her bedroom for privacy. I grabbed my dress she had taken off and she pulled me up the stairs to her bedroom. At the time I had not really thought about what happened to you and Victoria.”

“Wow!!” I said interrupting Jo half way through her telling me her story.

“Jo, by telling me this story you are really making me so horny, that I feel the need to touch myself.”

“Do you mind if I removed my top and Jeans, so I am more comfortable?” I asked Jo

“Yes of course, I don’t mind and I will undress to underwear as well.” Jo responded.

“Right, where was I?” Jo said restarting the story where she paused.

“Kerry had with some force pulled me up the stairs and into her bedroom and after closing the door, pushed me onto her bed like a rag doll. She then launched herself at me pinning me on the bed, kissing me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, while she rubbed her panty covered pussy into mine. She continued to do this at pace for about 5 minutes not slowing down all, her breathing becoming heavy, as I struggled to cope with the physicality of this act of domination.”

“Not letting up the pace Kerry then pulled my pants off and drove at me on the bed, with her face buried in my pussy. She spat saliva all over my pussy totally covering it and licked me like there was a persistent fire that needed to be put out. I literally felt as if I would explode and after she sucked too hard on my clit, I had to ask her to stop. I was just not ready for such a passionate lover!”

Pausing her story, Jo asked me. “Can I just lay down next to you for a cuddle and I might continue to tell you ataşehir escort the rest of the story another time.”

“Of course you can my love!” I said mentioning that my encounter with Kerry had also not been as enjoyable as it was with Kerry’s Sister Victoria.

Jo joined me at the top of the bed and we pulled the sheets across, as we lay back with our heads on the pillows. I felt very contented having Jo’s lovely warm slender body next to mine.

“I am really enjoying my cuddle with you Jo!” I said

“So am I!” Jo responded.

After spending about 10 minutes cuddling Jo asked “Amy the other day, when we agreed to have this talk, you kissed me on the lips. I am just wondering whether you might like to kiss me again?”

“Why do you think I suggested we go to your room to discuss what happened. Of course I would love to kiss and do more if you want to?” I replied with some relief.

“I really want to…” Jo said looking at me with desire.

I leant towards Jo, Kissing her very gently, with our tongues very softly touching. As we kissed, I embraced Jo totally caressing Jo’s back with both hands and she did the same to me. We must have kissed for at least 10 minutes like this. I then pulled away from kissing Jo and pushed the sheets off down the bed. I kissed Jo from her mouth towards her ears, gently licking and biting each ear. I then kissed around her neck, down to the top of her chest. As I did this Jo moved onto her back and we paused a moment while I helped remove her bra.

As I moved on top of Jo, I could see her smiling up at me, with her sparking blue eyes looking into mine. I said to Jo, “I want you to enjoy me slowly making love to you, like we have all the time in the world!!”

I then proceeded to kiss and lick the top of Jo’s chest area, with my hands lifting her breasts, squeezing them gently. I moved my mouth first on to her left nipple, sucking it very gently and feeling it stiffen in my mouth. I did the same to her right breast and then moved on to kissing her stomach.

Before moving on, I pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and I placed it under Jo’s bottom. With Jo looking at me as if to ask me why. I said to Jo, “When I eat your pussy, I want you to watch me!!” On hearing this, Jo grinned widely at and let out a girlish giggle.

I then proceeded to remove Jo’s panties and as I cleared her feet, I kissed her feet, nuzzling each foot into my bra covered breasts. I then kissed down her legs and licked down the side of each thigh. Pulling her legs apart more, I could see her pussy glistening with her wetness. Jo’s pussy was a lovely light pink, with the most perfect lips and a clitoral hood that looked like it might cover a fairly large clit.

As i got myself into a comfortable position on the bed, I then began to lick all around Jo’s pussy, while gently using my fingers to tease her clit. I then gently licked and sucked at the clit, until it was exposed. It was certainly a lot bigger than mine and I could feel Jo’s body shudder as I held it between my lips sucking it gently, while looking into her amazing blue eyes.

I then continued to lick all the way around Jo’s pussy and then up her pussy, flicking her clit. I did this again and again in a repetitive rhythm fastening my pace. I then drove my tongue into her vaginal entrance, repeatedly stabbing it in and out, with my fingers covered in her juices caressing her clit. While I was doing this I constantly looked at Jo’s face and seeing her in a state of arousal just made me want to continue until she could take no more.

Feeling that Jo wanted to be brought to a climax, I asked her whether she wanted to be penetrated by my fingers.

“Yes please…” She purred.

I then covered two fingers in my saliva and very slowly slid them into her, at first gently thrusting back and forward. While I picked up the pace, I took her swollen clit in my mouth sucking and licking it. I could see Jo beginning to writhe on the bed and breathe heavily, making a very cute cooing noise. Eventually, Jo reached down with a hand asking me to stop without speaking a word.

Before I moved up the bed to lay next to Jo, I took off my bra and pants. I covered Jo and I under the sheets to enjoy a tender embrace, as she came down from her climax. We just lay there for about 15 minutes just enjoying holding each other.

Jo then asked me, “What would you like me to do to you now?”

I responded, “Oh, I would love a massage first and where your hands touch me, I want you to kiss!”

“Front or back massage first?” Jo asked

“Back please!” I suggested.

Turning over on my front, Jo climbed over the back of me and started to massage my shoulders, kissing as she went. She then gradually continued down my back and sides, before getting to my ass. She massaged each cheek, kissing it with her soft lips. I then felt Jo push my legs apart, so my pussy was fully exposed to her. She then proceeded to massage and kiss my inner thighs, teasing towards my pussy. I then felt her tongue lick my pussy several times anadolu yakası escort before stopping. Instead she massaged each leg all the way to my feet. Before tracing my legs with her tongue all the way back up my legs to my pussy, but just stopping short.

“You can turn over now please Amy!” Jo instructed.

I turned over on my back, to allow Jo to continue.

Jo then straddled me so that her pussy was almost touching mine and reached to massage my breasts, while looking into my eyes. She toyed with my nipples making them harder, before leaning down to take them into her mouth. As she sucked on my nipples she very gently bit on them. Jo ground her pussy on my left thigh, as she continued to massage my breasts and stomach. I could feel my thigh become slick with her juices, as she moved back and forward.

After several minutes of grinding her pussy on me, Jo moved down the bed and got herself comfortable. I smiled at her in anticipation of the services my pussy was going to receive. Jo opened her mouth releasing saliva onto my pussy and rubbed it all over with the palm of one hand. She then used fingers to stimulate my clit and moved her mouth to cover my pussy. Her tongue lapped at me from my vaginal entrance all the way to my clit. As her tongue licked at my tiny exposed clit, Jo entered a finger into me and then built up a steady rhythm, only interrupted by adding two and then three fingers. After Jo had spent time working away on me, I was feeling like I was getting close to climax.

“Oooh… I think I am coming Jo!!” I said quietly panting, before I felt a stream of liquid coming from my pussy.

Looking down at Jo, I could see her face and hair coated in liquid.

“I think that is what they call squirting!!” Jo said with an amused smile.

“Squirting!!” I said almost alarmed, “I have not done that before to my knowledge!”

“I will know the next time this might happen!” Jo replied with her wet eyebrows raised.

“Perhaps we should call an end to this lovely session and grab a shower?” I suggested.

We moved to Jo’s ensuite bathroom and as there was only room for one person at a time, I sat on the toilet and watched Jo shower. As I sat and watched I felt very lucky to have just made love to this gorgeous lady. When Jo came out of the shower, I wrapped her in a towel and got into the shower.

When I came out of the bathroom, Jo had already got ready for bedtime and I thought whether I should join her.

“Jo, i think I better go to my bedroom to sleep, just in case the other girls see me come out of your room in the morning.” I said reluctantly.

“Yes, that makes sense.” Jo responded.

“I really enjoyed myself and hope you did.” I said lovingly looking at Jo.

“Yes me too and thank you!” Jo replied.

I reached into Jo and kissed her saying “Goodnight sweet girl, I will see you in the morning.”

Being very careful, I then quietly left Jo’s room and returned to mine. I quickly got ready for bed and I just lay down looking at the ceiling thinking about what had just happened. I thought to myself, that I would love to continue my relationship with Jo and if it was possible I would like to also see Victoria. I fantasised about what it might be like to enjoy a threesome with Jo and Victoria. I then fell into a blissful sleep.

The next morning as I awoke I was feeling very contented about what had happened the previous evening and just lay there smiling. I hoped that Jo had no regrets about what happened between us. I then noticed the time, had a quick shower, got dressed and headed downstairs.

Jo was at the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating toast as I walked in. She looked up at me with the most radiant smile I have ever seen. I just replied with a matching smile saying, “I think I might be falling in love with someone!”

“Me too!!” Jo replied.

After I had made coffee and toast, I joined Jo at the table. As the other housemates were still in bed and we had privacy, I reached across to cover Jo’s hand with mine. As I stroked Jo’s hand I said, “I really enjoyed last night and hope that we may share many more experiences together.”

Jo responded, “I really hope so too, but we must keep this a secret between us to avoid any awkward situations with our other housemates!”

I agreed saying, “Yes, I want the same privacy and we will have to make it work somehow.”

As the other housemates came down for breakfast, we all got ready to go off to University and left the house.

Later in the day, I received a text message from Victoria saying, “Kerry is away for the weekend, so I would love some company, if you and Jo wanted to come over.”

I forwarded the text to Jo adding, “Sounds like fun and I am certainly up for anything wink wink!”

Jo replied, “Naughty girl!! Yes please, make the arrangements.”

I texted Victoria. “Sounds great, both Jo and I are up for anything!”

“That was what i was hoping you would say. See you Saturday 6pm.” Victoria responded.

*******

After Jo and I had agreed to spend the weekend with Victoria at her house, I decided that I needed to do some lingerie shopping, as my current underwear was functional and not very sexy at all. On one afternoon, when Jo and I had no University lesson times to attend we decided to go shopping in town.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

Straight to the Bottom Pt. 03

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ass

Part 3: The Date with Destiny

Winter was slowly dwindling away. It was now months after my Frozen facial courtesy of Brian. I couldn’t completely ‘let it go’; even after all this time. I haven’t heard from Brian since then– and I was thankful for that.

I needed him out of my life. The thought of what he and I did together set my mind ablaze. Most nights my mind was engulfed with thoughts like:

‘What if someone finds out?’; ‘I wouldn’t have sucked his dick if I wasn’t a little bit into it.’;’I wouldn’t have sucked it if I was sober.’; ‘Am I gay?’; ‘He could have told his whole college by now!’; ‘What if someone finds out?!’

–Ahem, you get the gist.

Besides that, my spring semester at home was pretty boring overall.

It came to an equally boring end a couple days ago…

Now I had no classes, and so much time on my hands, so much time to think…

When I think about what Brian and I did –it sends me into a sexual conundrum (see thoughts above). It doesn’t help that I haven’t gotten ‘lucky’ with girls this semester; or much at all. My last sexual encounter was getting splattered in the face with freshly squeezed guy cum.

(Let’s just say, if my life’s sexual activities were a small pizza pie with six slices—Brian just slapped his thick dick down on two slices! — My pizza is only two-thirds straight now! I don’t even know what a two-thirds straight pizza is — White pizza with broccoli probably…Anyway, I’m depressed…or hungry.)

Everyone else is getting laid at school. Except me.

I want to be with a girl to just. — I’m just ready to move on.—

Whatever, I’m going to bed…

…

ZzZzzz

…

The next day I awake in a daze. I was officially on spring break, so naturally I play video games all day.

…

ZzzzZZZzzz

…

The day after that I hang out with some friends. It’s pretty fun but I call it an early night and head home. It was nice to get my mind of of Brian for awhile.

That night, that ordinary night, I lazily ready myself for a shower in my room when —

My phone BUZZES —

It– it’s a Snapchat notification — from BRIAN!

Wait. no.

No, No, No! Brian is not messaging me after this long…

Why would he??

My head begins spinning as I open the app and read Brian’s message:

“Hey man! What’s been going on? How are you??”

–I shut down the app and toss my phone on my bed.

I don’t touch my phone for awhile.

This. Is. Not. Happening.

Basically, I don’t want to message him back. I don’t even want to imagine him! — When I do, I think about how he’s treated my mouth like it’s his own personal sex toy. I think about what I let him do…and what I let myself do. It just feels so…I don’t know; exciting. — But the bad kind of exciting; like any Michael Bay movie. But for some reason…I long for some kind of relief from this situation with Brian. I’ve already done too much with him to not message him back, I reason.

My mind then tells my trembling fingers to message him back something cool:

“Yo, what’s up?”

Groan I suck. (foreshadowing)

Then Brian messages:

“Yoo, I’m back at my parents house in town for a bit. They ain’t gonna be home this weekend and I’m just gonna be smokin and chillin if you wanna stop by sometime!(tongue out emoji)”

I panic.

I mostly want to message back and tell him to go fuck himself. I want to just delete him from my mind and forget I did any ‘gay thing’ at all! But — I know that’s naive. If I wanted to forget it, I would.

I thought I had this all out of my system, but I feel a lot of things are left unsaid. I must be messaging him right now for some reason, I reason.

But could I actually like ‘go to his house’?!

– No way! You’re straight. He for sure, 100%, is gonna try and fuck you or something!-

My heart is beating so fast and my teeth are chattering in bed as I go through my mental breakdown. Then—my heart sinks as I receive a picture snap from Brian in chat.

I can already see what the picture is — Cock. (8in)

“You’re gonna need a bigger phone!” — Jaws (1975)

—I open Brian’s message fully: it’s a fucking dick pic! A picture of his hard and veiny shaft out of his sweats. I stare at the picture of his cock for awhile, not knowing what to do next.

–I think how long and big it looks. I can’t believe I let him stick that thing in my mouth. I can’t believe it fit…Ahem anyway…

I don’t reply.

I look at the clock and see it is close to midnight. It’s believable I will be asleep. I can’t deal with this right–

My phone buzzes once again.

It’s another picture message from Brian. However, this picture takes ataşehir escort me much longer to comprehend than the simple ‘dick pic’.

— This picture is dark and somewhat fuzzy and out of focus. It looks like someone kneeling outside. I then recognize my clothes. Then, I recognize the parts of my face not covered in jizz…I then remember the moment: right after Brian came on my face at Winterfest months ago.

In an instant it all becomes clear:

– That’s ME in the picture…with cum on my face! –

I thought I remembered Brian putting something in his pants that night after the facial (other than his drained cock).

Sigh.

Surprisingly, I find myself not that angry at Brian as I realize he took a picture of my cum-covered face without me knowing. I’m more angry at myself. I got myself here.

Mentally and emotionally drained, I lie down on my bed and sink into defeat. I feel so…gay. I fought for so long to forget about what I did with Brian, and now there was proof of it.

My phone buzzes.

Brian: “I’ve been thinking about you a lot since last time. What are you doing this weekend?”

Me: “Fuck you. Have you shown anyone that picture?”

Brian: “No, not yet.(tongue out emoji)”

A quiet rage possesses me. I can’t think.

Buzz Buzz

Brian: “I really wanted to show my friends I went to Winterfest with. No one knows you. But I held back :)”

Brian: “Do you got a boyfriend yet? Lol.”

My rage and confusion boils over inside me. I feel sick. It’s as if I’m at the top of a roller-coaster looking down—knowing any second I will drop.

Me: “Are you fucking serious? Delete that picture now man.”

Brian: “I will! I couldn’t help myself. You looked pretty cool covered in my cum.”

And now the drop. I’m gonna throw up!

Me: “I thought you said you were straight??”

Brian: “I am straight. I like girls more than guys.”

Me: “That’s not how it works.”

Brian: “I don’t think you know how it works either lol. Did you see the picture? lol”

Me: “I was drunk and high. Delete the fucking picture.”

Brian: “I will. Just want to talk in person. You left in a hurry last time. Did you want to come over my place tomorrow and make sure I delete?”

Me: “No, not really. I do not want to see you, dude.”

Brian: “I don’t think you are serious. I know how much of a sissy you are for my cock.”

I step back from my phone and go to the bathroom. I need to think. A supreme rage overtakes me. Fuck him!

– But is he right though? – Shut up, he is not!

After a couple minutes I head back into my room, target my phone, and see that I have two unread Snapchat notifications from Brian:

Brian: “Come on, I can’t stop thinking about that mouth. It’s SO satisfying. Don’t be mad man, I was only joking. I don’t think you’re a sissy. Let’s just finish this thing. I know you want to.”

Brian: “Hello? How about we make a bet?”

‘Bet’. Even the word now sends me into a mental breakdown. I can’t make another bet with him!

I notice now that my cock is painfully and shamefully erect. Ah! Everything is happening so fast! I reply in a hurry:

Me: “Lol. No thanks man.”

Brian: “Come on! Lol. If you come over my place tomorrow and talk, I will delete the picture right in front of you.”

Me: “I don’t trust you. And what happens if I don’t come over? This isn’t a bet, this is blackmail.”

Brian: “Nah man, I’ll never show anyone. Fine, no bet. But if you don’t come over I guess you’re okay with me keeping it to my spank bank? Lol.”

What is going on?! Too much is happening! My boner stretches my underwear painfully. I don’t know what to say, I just want to stop talking. —

Me: “Fine, whatever. I’ll come over and you delete it. You can talk to me but I’m not staying long.

Brian: “My parents won’t be home all night. I’ll be home smoking and chilling most of the night. Wanna stop by around nine? I can smoke you up and apologize and you can see me delete the pic. My address is [REDACTED]”

Me: “Fine. I can’t be long. I can do nine.”

Brian: “Cool, yeah, def need to talk in person. Seeya then!”

I shut down the app and lay completely still on my bed. I feel as if my mind hasn’t caught up with the present. For a few peaceful moments, I am happy. At least it is over. I feel almost numb to it all; resigned to what the universe has in store for me.

Then, my mind catches up with the present: I don’t know what to think first! The fact that Brian took a picture of me post-facial? OR the fact that I’m pretty sure I just agreed to go on a-a —

DATE: It’s the Next Day.

I never ‘acted’ on that boner the previous night. I just need to get ataşehir escort through today, which has so far felt like one of the longest days of my life. The clock seems to know of my upcoming ‘talk’ with Brian and is apparently having the time of its life messing with me.

I don’t even remember what I did that day…Eventually though, I remember staring into my mirror:

What am I feeling? – Scared.

What am I wearing? – Cozy stuff.

What’s not gonna happen? – Gay stuff.

What time is it now? – 8pm already!

Almost time for the date? -Yes, but it’s not a date.

You sure it’s not a date? -Yes I’m sure!

You talking to yourself? – Uhhh…

You should prep your ‘straight’ asshole. – Fuck you!

Are you gonna tell them or am I? – It looks bad for me, and besides, they don’t need to know.

It’s about honesty. – Ugh, fine, whatever.

(Sigh. Okay, so honesty time: Ever since Winterfest, the showers I took at home were…’different’. It was like something switched in my head. Most days I would let loose in the shower; jerk off without judgment. Now comes the part where you don’t judge me. Ahem, I didn’t play with just my dick in my showers…I would soap up my fingers and play with my virgin hole; spreading and fingering myself as I jerked off. I learned quick that I loved the feeling of cumming with fingers stuffed knuckle deep in my butt. I didn’t try to anal-yze this much at the time. Again, I didn’t judge myself. It was just masturbation, and that’s not gay. One rule though was that I could not think about Brian. Even though each time I shamefully kind of wanted to, a little. Don’t judge! Anyway…now you know.)

–Ahem, it was now less than an hour from my ‘meet up’ with Brian. I decide to take a shower (Remember, don’t judge).

I get undressed and hop in the shower. After I get wet, I quickly decide to do something I never do: I sit down during the shower. I’m not sure how long I sat and let the steamy water hit my upper back. I felt safe, it was nice. I then broke my one rule — I thought about Brian, and all the shit he’s done to me.

He’s such an asshole!

I sat up some and pushed myself forward until my hands touched the porcelain floor.

Brian has used me and tricked me at every encounter!

I was now on all fours and soon let my head rest and positioned my rear up. The warm water sprayed around my porcelain white butt cheeks as I reached back some and rubbed my wet balls and played with my dangling little flaccid cock. It feels good and relaxing to just lie like this. My body was moving on it’s on though, doing whatever felt best (again, there is no judgment in the shower). I began soaping up everywhere, but paying special attention to my innocent backdoor.

Tremble

The shower bulls-eyes my virgin-ring. I arched my back and leaned into the showers steamy stream. Curious, I leaned down more, stopped playing with myself, and spread my ass-cheeks apart. I moaned as I felt a pit in my stomach grow and grow until finally I thought intensely about Brian. I thought about his cock and what It would feel like inside of me. Then—I couldn’t breathe! I was judging myself! I almost cried as I realized how hard and aroused I was with my cheeks spread wider than ever before. My cock pulsing under me as I squirm around. I know what I want to do next…I wet up my finger and slowly penetrate my exposed asshole. My one wet finger became two as they explored deep and around the inner walls of my ass. I tried to open myself up more and more as I thought about how Brian’s cock stretched my mouth.

His cock would destr–

Moan

I then sunk my fingers deeper into my ass than ever before. I started fingering my hole slowly as I felt the alien pain of anal penetration. I felt so funky and strange. Suddenly, my cock begged for release. I quickly removed my fingers from my trembling asshole and jerked my confused cock.

AHH!

I shudder and moan as multiple long and heavy ropes of cum squirt embarrassingly into the damp shower floor below.

It takes me a while to collect myself and rise from my submissive position. I then think about the hold Brian has over me. He’s invaded my mind and highjacked my sexual identity!

I dry off after that experience and get re-dressed. It was getting later now. The panic in my chest rose throughout the day as the sun descended. I look out the window of my house and see only darkness. I don’t know how to feel anymore. I hope seeing Brian again will help shed some light.

It was now close to 9pm. Brian messaged me and told me he was home. I got dressed and looked in the mirror. Staring at my reflection, I realized I wasn’t afraid to see Brian…I was afraid I wanted to.

I get anadolu yakası escort in my car. I was like a zombie. I didn’t think. I didn’t even listen to music during the drive. It would’ve been a delightful silence if my teeth weren’t chattering from nerves. Soon though, I arrive at Brian’s house. It’s pretty big and royal-looking. I quickly leap out of my car and speed-walk towards Brian’s door. An old decrepit lion statue stood watch out near his front steps. It somehow looked more priceless the more I noticed it’s various cracks and deformities.

My nose is inches from the door now. My teeth finally stop chattering.

Silence.

Then, I see the front door pull inwards, and then, Brian. (About him: He was scruffier than I remember. Tall and well built. He looked like he could break me in half. He was wearing sweats. Shit.)

He cheerily greets me and welcomes me inside.

–Awkward for minutes–

He leads me around his parents house some. He seems so excited to see me that I keep forgetting to hate him.

“Did you want to smoke?” Brian said as he sat on his living room couch and lifted a dense joint.

We smoke some together and I eventually kinda forget why I’m even there. We start talking about school and stuff and eventually he starts playing a movie on his huge TV.

‘Detective Pikachu’ plays

Brian keeps talking to me as we smoke and the movie starts up. He still seems super excited to see me. I don’t know why I feel so nervous being around him.

I eventually get too high and wrapped up in the movie.

Then—near the middle of the movie —

“So did you get lucky this semester?” Brian asks in a playful tone.

“Nah, nothing.” I reply somberly.

“That blows. Oh!”—He turns to me with a huge grin— “Did I tell you I finally hooked up with Alison?!”

(Context: Alison is basically our only mutual friend. Her and Brian go to the same college. I knew her for most of high school. She is also one of the hottest and nicest girls I’ve ever met. I’ve had a light crush on her for years…but so has every guy, I’m sure. She had a boyfriend of like five years. Then she was single for a bit. Then she had another long term boyfriend and they recently broke up….I can’t believe Brian hooked up with her.)

I stare at him for a while: Looking for the lie somewhere on his face…but I don’t see it.

He’s telling the truth.

—I’m feeling so many things in a moment: high, aroused, mad, disappointed, impressed…jealous.

‘Detective Pikachu’ continues to play

“No fucking way!” I say astounded.

He proceeds to tell me in detail what happened: Basically he’s the luckiest guy in the world. The story he tells is too dull and believable not to be true. But basically he was just at the right place at the right fucking time. He also proceeds to tell me in detail how they fucked: How her body felt. How her pussy felt. How wet she got. How he came on her back. How his toes curled…

Fuck him.

—If you would recall, Alison is basically the kindling that started this gay forest fire in my life. She was the reason me and Brian met. Talking about Alison got us both hard that first night of the ‘Bet’. SHE was the fucking reason we started that BET; which I ultimately lost. The bet that sent me here — into this gay conundrum.

Fuck her.

He fucked her? And he’s tricked me into blowing him? Twice! Why do I keep forgetting? Why am I sitting here watching a movie with him??

I thought I was cool with being maybe ‘bi’ or something. But months of no contact after he fucked my mouth (twice!) has sent me back into straight rehab. I was gonna forget all about him. I don’t know anymore. All I know is I feel pissed and like some submissive sissy.

I also remember feeling like a chump here: He gets to go to college and fuck the hottest girls and live away from home and have fun?
Meanwhile I commute and get a facial? How fair.

“Hey.” Brian says.

—I’m snapped back to reality.

Brian places his hand on my leg.

Gulp.

“Sorry I sent you that picture last night by the way. It was just a joke.” he says sincerely.

“Yeah, delete it.” I try to growl.

Brian giggles.

“After the movie, I promise. — It’s just funny you know, that we did what we did. And you’re just the coolest and chillest person. And really fun to mess with….Its so hot to think about. Is it like that for you?” He says, meeting my eye.

His hand moves towards my ‘Pikachu’.

I gulp hard. I look down at his hand, which is now resting on my upper thigh.

“Yeah kinda. I feel pretty shitty about it sometimes too.” I say; shaking with nerves.

“Don’t.” Brian barks with a commanding tone.

“It was just hot for us. That’s it. I wanna do things with you. I do wanna do it again.” He adds with forceful clarity.

Fuck. Why am I surprised and yet not surprised at all?

—I gulp hard again.

Suddenly; I feel months of pent up anger and sexual confusion start to boil over in me —

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

Reluctant Bride

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Brunette

She tried the dress on for the fifteenth time that month, and once again hoped that this time she’d feel different. As she stared into the full length mirror that had been moved into her room, she noticed how the whiteness of the dress seemed so much brighter against her pale skin. How her red hair and blue eyes seemed that much more pronounced by the additional paleness wrapped around her body. Her eyes traced her collarbone in the mirror, the off-the-shoulder collar having looked most fetching when she’d first tried the dress on in the store. She could almost feel the tangible pressure of her eyes against her skin. Almost. It made her tingle.

Her eyes travelled further down her reflection, caressing the fitted bodice of the gown. It wasn’t a style she normally went for because she’d always felt self-conscience about showing off that much of her cleavage. She wasn’t overly busty, but she had enough of an endowment that if the top was cut correctly, she was constantly paranoid about falling out of it. No, she never would’ve gone for the sweetheart cut fitted bodice if it hadn’t been for the persuasive saleslady, not that she particularly regretted it now. No, she had regrets, but not that one. From the way the dress was cut, she could feel her breasts being pushed up, away from her body, as if they were being presented for appraisal to an appreciative onlooker. Perhaps they were. Perhaps the dress was cut that way to allow her fiancé at the alter to reconfirm that her goods were the same ones he’d bartered for when he first gave her the ring. Yes, that could be it.

As she thought more about the cut of the bodice, she absently noted how securely the material held her body. Almost like a protective lover would wrap his body around hers as he slept. Protective. Possessive. She could faintly see her nipples begin to harden through the binding material of the dress as her body registered her passing thought. Her conscious mind shrugged off her reaction, allowing her write it off to a draught in the room. She shook her head gently to herself, smiling at the idiocy of it. A draught, in an enclosed room. Granted, it was the fall, but she liked to keep things warm—remnants of her many years of living in warmer climes. She’d gotten acclimated.

Shaking her head had caused her hair to swing gently to and fro behind her, grazing her exposed back. The feathery caress caused her nipples to harden even further, but again, she ignored it. She could’ve ignored much in her introspective reverie, but she had always been quick to notice changes in the play of light around her, and the change in the shadows in the corner of the room caught her attention, even as on the edge of her vision as it was. As she turned to see who was in the room—because she was certain there was another body in her bedroom—her first thought was that it was her fiancé, and that it’d be just her luck that he’d see her in the dress and know all of the deepest fears it represented for her. In the split second it took her to turn around, she forced herself to compose her face into the joyful, exuberant bride-to-be she knew was expected of her before giving her fiancé cause to worry.

He was like that. Before her mother had passed, she had referred to him as A Good Man with the implication to her daughter being that she should marry him immediately and get pregnant as fast as possible so she’d have her hooks in him for life. At first, she’d thought that’s all she wanted. That all the bullshit she’d put up with in her younger years was behind her; that she no longer craved the darkness she’d seen in men’s souls that had ignited her passion like the headiest of aphrodisiacs. No, she’d convinced herself it was nothing but a phase, one that she had put behind her as she became more mature and had a better understanding of what real relationships entailed. She’d thought she was happy. So much so that when he’d finally asked her to marry him, after they’d dated an appropriate length of time and had progressed through all the requisite precursors in a Committed Relationship, she’d said “yes” as enthusiastically, and as sincerely, as she believed possible. As the intervening months dragged on, and the wedding preparations had mounted, the permanence of her impending reality crashed upon the shores of her consciousness with ever increasing frequency and intensity like a hurricane in the Gulf, building and building as you hope and pray the winds of mercy and good fortune will dissipate the storm, or at least swing it away from you.

As the date got closer and closer, her panic had gotten worse and worse; so much so that she’d begun having nightmares. She’d wake up screaming, tasting imaginary blood in her mouth from having chewed her arm off in her desperation to escape from her intended. Every time it happened, she’d given thanks for her fiance’s goodness, that he had not insisted they live together before the wedding. She wouldn’t have been able to look him ataşehir escort in the eyes as he held her, all concern and good intentions, while she blatantly lied to him about everything being alright and there being nothing for him to worry about. No, for all the blackness in her own soul, she still couldn’t bring herself to do that to him—to lie to him about something so integral to his own future, at least not if he asked her directly. In her mind, dancing around the issue was different. That wasn’t lying, it was being optimistic, and she knew how much he prized her eternal optimism.

She had almost completely turned around when she first heard his voice. “The maid of honor said the dress was something else, but I’m not sure who she did a bigger disservice to: you or the designer.” The surprise of it nearly threw her off balance, but she subtly recovered and continued to pivot. When she was finally facing her future brother-in-law, she replied rather saucily, “I wasn’t aware you made a habit of keeping up with the latest wedding dress trends. You are, by far, a man of rare and varied talents.” He gave her a look, which in her younger, more corrupt days, she would have considered “suggestive” or “knowing,” but now she wrote off as her future relative’s playful roguishness. Her mind lingered, unbidden, on the half day’s worth on growth on his face and the slight swell of his eminently kissable lips. She could begin to feel the familiar darkness spread throughout her body, making her breasts swell and tingle as she felt her eyes grow heavier with lust. She gave herself a swift, sharp mental kick to the ass to forego the more obvious gesture of shaking her head, which she knew she’d have to explain to him.

He didn’t know why he’d done it. Given her his “of-course-little-girl-wouldn’t-your-grandmother-like-some-pretty-flowers-you-can-just-ignore-my-big-sharp-teeth” look. The look that clearly said he had a predator within him that would be all too pleased to play with a fresh-faced young thing like her. She was his younger brother’s fiancée, and more than that, she was wholesome, from what had filtered back to him from the rest of the family. It wasn’t that he and his brother didn’t talk about things like that, it was more that, he knew he and his brother didn’t have many overlapping…interests, when it came to women, and therefore, they were conversations that best went unsaid so’s to preserve both their dignities. For a moment though, when he’d first walked in on her, silent and unannounced, he could’ve sworn he’d seen the vestiges of the look he got when thinking about sex, and it was certainly not a wholesome look.

In their pregnant silence, full of things to be said and things neither wanted to admit out loud, she forced herself to think of neutral things like babies and cauliflower and carpet samples. Things as far away from the cut, five foot eleven man standing in front of her as she could think of. She could feel herself being drawn into his blue-brown eyes by the almost tangible gravity of his gaze like a speeding comet whose course is forever altered by its interception with a larger astral body demanding accommodation. The back of her mind tried drawing thoughts of her fiancé to the fore like how his clouded grey eyes seemed gentler than the roiling fury she could read on the edges of irises on the man before her. It’s only normal, her brain told her, to play the “what if” game, but you know the grass is never greener. She had to agree. She’d never cheated, but had had several friends who had, and their stories were always the same: it wasn’t worth it. She’d never understood it before, what drove people to do it; she’d always felt safe on her moral high ground that “shaking it off” was easy and you shouldn’t even notice other people in that way when you’re in a relationship. In her mind’s eye, she could see her own little personal devil laughing itself off her shoulder at her naiveté, at how she’d blithely boiled down one of life’s messiest, complicated issues into an overly simplistic theory for no other reason than it suited her.

She could sense the minutes ticking away, and she somehow knew that if she didn’t say something soon, they would reach the point where action would be required and that would not lead them down any roads to happiness. “So, it’s only bad luck if the groom sees the dress then? Won’t he pester you for details when you tell him you’ve seen it?” Logically, she knew she was just filling the air; that her fiancé could probably care less about what the dress looked like, let alone would pester his older, somewhat distant brother for details about it like a fourteen-year-old girl.

“Oh, he won’t pester me, but that’s only because he hasn’t seen you in it. I’m actually debating whether I should tell him just so he doesn’t punch me on the altar when you make your entrance,” he replied genially.

“Like he’d really care,” she answered him trying not to ataşehir escort let the simple words convey the longing she suddenly had to actually see her fiancé take a swing at his brother for even potentially having untoward thoughts about her. She’d never been one to find jealously attractive, but the right degree of possessiveness and sheer male dominance had always turned her on. Early on in her relationship with her fiancé though, she’d learned it was a good thing that she’d been born with a healthy imagination because she’d frequently envisioned him possessing traits that turned her on in her fantasies that he’d never possess in a million years in real life. Like the dominant presence her future brother-in-law exuded as naturally as he breathed.

He could almost detect the longing in her voice, the longing for things that were definitely on the other side of wholesome, but he told himself that he was reading more into it than was there. He barely knew his future sister-in-law since he and his brother had been about as close as most brothers with five years and widely divergent interests between them could be, which was to say, friendly in passing. In fact, he had been considerably shocked when his brother had asked him to be best man: he was sure the kid had at least one other person who would’ve been better suited to the task. His brother’s sincerity had sold him though, and he’d said “yes.”

In a lot of ways, he wished he hadn’t. It wasn’t so much that he minded spending all the additional time with family, but getting to know his sister-in-law had been killing him. He couldn’t explain it, but he always got the feeling when he saw her at the various pre-wedding things he’d gotten roped into that she wasn’t as at ease with things as everyone else around her, at least everyone else but him. For some unknown reason, it made him want to seek her out. If he believed in “kindred spirits” and all that other metaphysical b.s., he might have said he felt compelled to talk to her, like it was Fate, but he didn’t. Instead, he did everything in his power to avoid her unless it was absolutely impossible. He knew he was not a man of moderation, and part of him worried about what would happen if he got to know his future sister-in-law because he could tell he was the only one in the family who’d really be able to claim that fact.

She couldn’t bear to look at him any longer in his brooding, pensive silence so she began to turn away from him. Part of her wanted him to leave immediately, the rational part of her, but the part that she thought she’d peacefully locked away years earlier called her a coward. Told her that if she was as happily vanilla as she’d attempted to delude herself into believing, then why would it matter how long he stayed in her room with his tumultuous eyes and demanding lips and his intensely commanding presence flaring off him like sunbursts since she no longer found that attractive, right? She shuddered. With two weeks until her wedding, she didn’t need this complication in her life. She didn’t need this type of crisis of purpose. As much as she tried to tell herself that there was nothing to fear, that he didn’t have any effect on her, she knew better. She knew that her knees started going weak when she thought about his tempestuous eyes boring into her. In her mind, she could envision him running his gaze up and down her body much as her own had, appraising her assets; using his eyes to make her nipples harden and her pussy begin to drip. She didn’t want to continue down this path, but it’d been so long since she’d had a real man to fantasize about that her imagination went haywire. There was nothing she could do, but go along for the ride and hope she didn’t embarrass herself.

Her mind chose to linger on his lips next. They weren’t the overly pouty, cupid bow kind of lips; they weren’t the kind of lips that would leave pillowy soft kisses against her forehead or her eyes. His lips were the type that would demand she kiss them back, the kind that wouldn’t take “no” for an answer; the kind that would latch on to her nipples then suck on them like a hungry baby desperate for milk, that would suck on her clit like a vacuum while she screamed from the mix of agony and ecstasy the intensity of it would put on her body. If it wasn’t for the dress, she’d have checked to see if she was really as wet as her fantasy was suggesting she should be. She hazily thought about the fact that it’d be beyond inappropriate to do something so personal with her fiance’s brother in the room, but the part of her that had broken free of its internal imprisonment thought that maybe he’d like it, that maybe if she did it she’d get to feel those sinful lips against her body for real.

He hadn’t been entirely sure what to do when she’d turned away from him. The sane part of his mind told him that she probably wanted some privacy, but the devil in him kept him planted in her room. His voyeuristic anadolu yakası escort curiosity led him to walk closer to her so he could get a better look at her face, although he made sure not to be so obvious as to stand in front of her. From his parallel vantage point, he’d watched her eyelids drift shut as a range of distinctly unwholesome thoughts ran clearly across her face. He couldn’t imagine what could have caused her reaction. Surely not him? His dick began to harden as his predatory sexuality began to flow over him. This has nothing to do with me, he tried telling himself, to no avail. Even though he knew it was a bad idea, a hideously stupid idea in fact, he felt all of the delicate control he had employed around her begin to vanish like gossamer spiderwebs blown away by a stiff breeze as he began to appraise her as a man.

Even though the material of her dress was fairly opaque, looking at her profile with the sun behind her, he could faintly make out her erect nipples. His dick hardened even further as he thought about how easy it’d be for him to remove one of her breasts from her dress so he could chew on the growing nub. He wondered if she’d scream from the sensation or if she’d moan her appreciation. As he continued to watch her bosom strain against her dress, his hands began to ache from their desire to reach inside her dress and caress her breasts as firmly as her bodice. He could almost feel their milky softness spilling into his palms as he looked at her. You know she wouldn’t stop you, his mind told him. He wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe that she’d sigh and moan as he manhandled her with a freedom he had no right to. Before his brain had caught up, he found himself standing within inches of her back, her hair acting as the only real barrier between his breath and the back of her neck. As his gaze quickly slid over her collarbone though, he noticed his exhalations had raised the faintest of goosebumps along her skin.

She’d noticed the slight shift in the air as her “fight or flight” sense kicked in. Subconsciously she knew she was trapped with a predator, although part of her wondered whether she should be more concerned about him or the fact that that knowledge had her practically panting like a bitch in heat. Without opening her eyes, she knew he was standing behind her—both from the gentle breeze his exhalations were creating against her skin and from the way she’d sunk a little deeper into the carpet as his additional weight depressed the spongy insulation. She couldn’t remember the last time her body had felt so electrified, so amazingly in tune with her surroundings. For the first time in practically forever—in the presence of an animal no less—she felt safe and carefree. Her body sagged as she let out the breath she’d unconsciously been holding, and in doing so, allowed all the tension she’d pent up since she and her fiancé had gotten “serious” to flow out of her body.

He’d never seen someone go limp so quickly; he’d barely had time to register that she was falling before her soft, supple body made contact with his chest. His arms wrapped around her reflexively: both to keep her steady, but also to minimize whatever potential threat she could pose to him. She let out a particularly contented sigh, and in doing so, caused more of her weight to fall against him. He was a fairly strong man, but the unexpectedness of her downward slide gave him little time to brace himself for support, so he was left with the awkward choices of suffocating her with her breasts or sliding gracelessly to the floor with her. He bent his knees to make the transition from standing to sitting marginally easier, and in doing so wound up leaning substantially over her shoulder. Between the snickerdoodle scent of her hair and the amply unobstructed view of her cleavage, his dick hardened to diamond-cutting proportions, and it took everything in his power not to drop her from the unexpected intensity of his hard-on.

His kinks had never particularly run toward the corruption of innocents, and while he could tell she wasn’t exactly lily-white, she didn’t really scream submission-trained bondage slut either. She looked more like the type of girl who liked teeth and nails occasionally and thought that gave her the right to be called a “bad” girl; and perhaps in her circles it did. Such mild slap and tickle hadn’t gotten him hard, especially not this hard, since he was in his early teen years and hadn’t really learned what BDSM was yet. He’d never particularly been interested in “stealing” women away from other men either. It was such a pedestrian past time in his opinion, besides which, most of the girls who played those games didn’t have the discipline or the attention to be properly trained. So what was the point of wasting his precious time on an unworthy endeavor? Part of him wanted to write it off to the fact that he hadn’t had sex in a few weeks having recently gotten bored with his latest pet, but he had trained his body for years and no longer suffered from such unexpected incidents. It could just be that you like her, his mind errantly supplied. She’s my brother’s fiancee’s, he mentally fired back, not to mention she’s almost certainly not into my brand of fun.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

Lost Girl Ch. 07

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

~ Journal Entry: December 19, 2014

Well, it finally happened. Last night I had sex with Lucas……

Okay, that was kind of a lie because I didn’t ACTUALLY have sex with him, but I dreamed that I did. And it was INCREDIBLE!! I remember us trying out all of these different positions, like really crazy ones that they show in Cosmopolitan. And he was saying all of these really dirty things to me. Stuff that would make me blush in real life, but in the dream I was loving it.

It was so real that I could actually feel every bump and ridge on his penis. Crazy, right??? Almost makes me wonder if that’s what it would feel like if we were having sex in real life. But the most unbelievable part of it all, was that I woke up having an orgasm.

My panties weren’t just wet, but COMPLETELY SOAKED. And apparently I was so loud that my mom knocked on my bedroom door to check on me, which was really embarrassing. I felt really happy and refreshed, though. Like, more than I ever have before.

Anyways, It’s going to be kind of awkward seeing him at school today, because all I’ve thinking about since waking up this morning is that incredibly hot dream. And of course I’ll be wondering if he actually looks like how I imagine, or if his real naked body is totally different from what’s in my mind. Today is *definitely* not going to be easy to get through.

But, at least It’s the last day before Christmas Break. Two whole weeks with no school. I’m excited!!

Something to remember for today: Lucas CANNOT read your thoughts, so feel free to picture him naked all you want.

Oh God, I am turning into SUCH a pervert.

Until next time….

Claudia ~

* * * *

Outfitted with mint green tile walls, the girl’s bathroom at Browning High stunk of cigarettes and cheap perfume. Occupied only by Kimi and Claudia, the two girls were parked in front of the bathroom’s large mirror, which was adorned with dirty fingertips and mascara smudges.

While Claudia touched up her foundation with a Kabuki brush, Kimi stripped out of her thick, knitted sweater, which was promptly stuffed into her backpack and exchanged for a low cut top that showed off the curves of her breasts. Rather than keep her eyes focused on her own reflection, Claudia found that her gaze was continually drawn to Kimi’s chest, which was depressingly larger than her own.

“Your boobs are amazing,” Claudia said while openly admiring them. “You’ve got like, actual cleavage.”

“Thanks.” Kimi smiled and placed her makeup bag on the small ledge that was located in front of the mirror.

“My breasts have been the same size since tenth grade,” Claudia said. “Think I should get a boob job?”

“No way. You don’t fully develop until you’re 21. And besides, you aren’t flat chested or anything, so why would you wanna get fake boobs?”

“Because I want cleavage.”

“That’s what push up bras are for.” Kimi applied a bit of lip gloss to her frosted lips, then smacked her lips together. “I have a couple of extra ones at my house I can give you if you want to try them out.”

“That’d be great,” Claudia said.

She was just recapping her makeup brush when the bathroom door swung open to reveal a group of girls, all of whom were engaged in animated chatter. They swiftly burst out into snickers, however, when they noticed that Claudia and Kimi were standing at the mirror. Shifting her gaze to them, Claudia noticed that several of the girls were whispering to one another, but since they were speaking in Blackfoot, she couldn’t understand what they were saying.

Giving off a sort of energy that screamed “clique”, the girls began primping themselves in the mirror while throwing numerous glances at both Kimi and Claudia. Now completely certain that she and Kimi were being gossiped about, Claudia began to stare them down, but this only encouraged them to smirk harder than before.

Several tense minutes passed before the girls finally walked away from the mirror, and with only a string of giggles left in their wake, they exited the bathroom door and headed out into the hall.

“Were they talking about us?” Claudia asked while turning her gaze back on Kimi’s reflection.

“Yep.” She retrieved an eyeliner pencil from her makeup bag, then gestured for Claudia to step closer so that she could apply her makeup.

“What did they say?”

“They called us clitty lickers.”

“Seriously?” Faint lines appeared on her forehead as she added, “Why would they say such a thing?”

“Well, probably because It’s pretty well known that I had sex with a girl. And since you hang out with me, I guess they just assume you’re into the same thing.”

“Oh…okay.”

“Does that bother you?”

“What?”

“Having people think that you’re into girls.”

“No, why should I care? I mean, the entire school already thinks several things about me that aren’t true, so what’s the harm of one more stupid rumor?”

“Exactly.” Kimi tossed the eyeliner pencil into her makeup bag and exchanged it for a small pot of eyeshadow before applying it to Claudia’s lids. “So, there’s this escort party happening Saturday night. You wanna go?”

“Who’s giving it?”

“This guy in my history class. He’s sort of a jock but totally chill, so he’s not one of those meathead losers that thinks they’re the total shit.”

“Sure, why not?”

“Awesome. Do you have any cute dresses to wear?”

“A few. But they’re all old and I’ve worn them a bunch of times, so I think I’ll sew a new one.”

“You know how to sew?”

“Yep.”

“Wow, that’s totally badass. I wish I could make my own clothes.”

“I could teach you sometime if you wanna learn.”

“Hell yes,” Kimi said.

With her face now completely made up, Claudia was finally afforded the chance to check herself out in the mirror. Stunned by her own reflection, she spent several moments just staring in silence before she finally found the words that had temporarily escaped her.

“Oh, wow. You did a fantastic job.” She leaned in closer to check out her eyeliner, which accentuated her exotic looking cat-shaped eyes. “You have serious skills, Kimi.”

“Thanks. Glad you like it.” She zipped up her make-up bag, then slipped it into her backpack before slipping the straps over her shoulders. “I need to stop at my locker before first period. Wanna walk with me?”

“Sure.”

Side by side, they made their way out into the hall, but only made it halfway down the corridor before a guy passing in the opposite direction forced a sheet of paper into Kimi’s hand.

“What the heck?” Her face took on a slightly annoyed expression, but as her eyes came to focus on the printed words, her brows rose in interest. “Oh, It’s one of those lists.

“What list?” Claudia asked, but as she adjusted her gaze so that it was aimed at the sheet of paper, her attention was promptly captured.

SENIORS – THE TOP 40

Most Popular: Sinopa Acheson

Best Tits: Misty Yazzie

Best Dressed: Heather Mad Plume

Biggest Flirt: Lucas Good Blanket

Best Kisser: Kimi Eagle Feathers

Best Athlete: Michael Running Wolf

Most Likely To Put Out On The First Date: Claudia Strauss

Most Likely To Be Late: Keith Little Badger

Best Laugh: Wawetseka Reed

Most Likely to Become a Serial Killer: Tristan Whitefeather

Claudia could have continued reading on, but her attention had tapered off after the appearance of Tristan’s name.

“Alright, who the hell voted me “most likely to put out on a first date”? I mean, who exactly is the person that puts together these stupid lists?”

“I have no idea,” Kimi said. “But I’m willing to bet that It’s one of Misty’s friends, because there’s now way in hell that *she* has the best tits in school.”

“It wasn’t enough that somebody wrote that disgusting note about me. Now I’m on an actual list.”

“Let them think what they want,” Kimi said. “In seven more months we’ll be going off to college and leaving all this juvenile bullshit behind us.”

“I can’t believe the title they gave Tristan,” Claudia said while grabbing the top 40 list from Kimi’s hand. “They voted him “most likely to become a serial killer.”

“The people who create these lists are really lame,” Kimi said as they reached her locker. “It’s all about who you know.”

“Well I think It’s really wrong, and whoever made it should at least have the decency to not spread around lies.”

“The word decency and this school *do not* go together. The sooner you learn that, the better off you’ll be.” Kimi opened her locker and pulled out a few books before shutting it once again.

They were just turning away from her locker when an athletically built boy in a hooded sweatshirt passed by, and upon spotting Claudia, he purposely slowed down to give her a full-on stare.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hi.” Claudia allowed her eyes to briefly meet his too-intent gaze, then promptly turned away so that her attention rested on Kimi. “You ready to go?”

Kimi nodded and followed alongside Claudia, but as soon as they were further down the hallway, she gently nudged her shoulder and gave her a smile.

“Did you see the way he was looking at you?”

“Yeah. What the heck was that all about?”

“He was flirting.”

“It’s only because of that list,” Claudia said. “I’ve passed him in the halls plenty of times before, and he never gave me a second look.”

“Except now he thinks you’re easy, so he’s deemed you worthy of speaking to.”

“Oh, God. I knew this list was going to cause me trouble.”

“Cheer up, girl.” Kimi wrapped an arm around Claudia’s shoulder. “It’s the last day of school before Christmas break, and we have two glorious weeks of freedom ahead of us.”‘

“You’re right. I do need to chill.”

“Chilling is always good,” Kimi responded, and with Claudia by her side, continued down the hallway.

* * * *

Claudia entered the house first, followed by Kimi, who headed straight for the kitchen where she retrieved two bottles of water from the refrigerator. After passing one to Claudia, she unscrewed the top and took escort bayan a long sip, then took off her backpack and tossed her jacket onto the floor beside it.

“It’s really quiet in here. You sure your mom is home?” Kimi asked.

“She has to be. I saw her station wagon, as well as Big John’s Chevy Blazer parked outside, so that means they’re both here.”

“They must be in the bedroom.”

“Yep. When they’re not out here eating, they’re in the back getting it on with each other.”

“Oh my God, how funny.”

“Not really, It’s totally gross.”

“So you really think they’re having sex right now?” Kimi’s eyes took on a naughty gleam.

“Yes, and I know exactly what you’re thinking, so don’t even *think* about doing it.”

A grin stretched across Kimi’s face. “Why not?”

“Because It’s an invasion of privacy.”

“And…?”

Claudia’s lips tugged into a smile. “You are *so* bad.”

“It’s the only way I know how to be.” Her grin stretched even wider.

“Why do you wanna hear them do it anyways?”

“Because it would be funny….”

Claudia arched her brows, but didn’t say a word in return.

“And because I think Big John is sorta hot,” Kimi continued.

“You have a crush on him?”

“Kind of.”

“Kimi, he’s nearly forty.”

“So?”

“He’s old enough to be your father.”

“Mmm. That makes it even more of a turn on.”

“Oh, gross. Don’t say anything more.”

“Oh please, like you don’t think he’s hot, too.”

“Well sure, he’s handsome,” Claudia admitted. “But he’s my *mom’s* boyfriend.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t fantasize about him.”

“No thanks. The only person I think about in that way is Lucas.”

“Hmmm.” A thoughtful look crossed Kimi’s face as she leaned against the counter. “I wonder if Big John is big *everywhere*.”

Claudia promptly spit out the water she had been drinking, took a few harsh gasps, then finally managed to push out the laughter that had been trying to escape.

“Kimi!”

“What? Like you haven’t thought about it before.”

“Actually, I haven’t.”

“Liar.”

“Seriously…”

Claudia coughed a few times to clear the remaining liquid out of her windpipe, then grabbed a few napkins from the holder on top of the microwave. But when she turned back around to face Kimi, all that greeted her was an empty space. She walked out of the kitchen and made a beeline for the hallway, where she promptly spotted her friend standing outside of Mona’s closed bedroom door.

“Kimi, no.” Her voice came out as a loud whisper, and with quick, but light steps, she moved quietly across the hardwood floor.

As soon as she reached Kimi, Claudia did her best to pull her away. But Kimi was firmly rooted to the spot, and with an ear cupped against the door, she continued to eavesdrop. To Claudia’s horror, the creaking of bedsprings and hoarse pants could clearly be heard through the wooden barrier.

Completely sickened by the visuals that unwillingly sprung into her mind, she lifted a brow at Kimi and shook her head. Then utilizing every bit of strength that she had, Claudia forcibly pulled at Kimi’s arm so that she was guided down the hallway and back into the kitchen.

“You are the biggest perv ever,” Claudia said. “They might have heard you!”

“I doubt it,” she said through laughter. “Did you hear how loud they were going at it?”

“Please, don’t remind me.” As if hoping that sugar would erase her memory, Claudia grabbed a bag of M&M’s from the cabinet, and after taking a handful, passed the bag to Kimi. “So, what time does this party start tomorrow?”

“It kicks off at seven, but we probably shouldn’t show up until an hour later, because nobody actually arrives that early.”

“Okay.”

“The only thing is, we’ll need a ride over there.”

“My mom can take us,” Claudia said.

Kimi gaped in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?”

“No. I mean how else are we supposed to get there?”

“Well not by our parents dropping us off. That would be totally lame.”

“Then who will give us a ride?”

“I don’t know. How about Lucas?”

“He’s probably going with Misty,” Claudia said.

“Maybe. But we won’t know for sure unless we ask, will we?”

“I guess not.” She ate the rest of the M&M’s that were in her palm before adding, “The only thing is, I’m not so sure if I want to go with him.”

“Why not?”

“Well, if Lucas is going, then obviously Misty will be there, too.”

“So?”

“She’s extremely jealous. And I’m really not trying to get into a fight with her.”

“You’re scared of Misty?”

“Yeah, I kind of am,” Claudia said. “She really doesn’t seem like the type of person that I wanna mess with.”

“She’s all talk. Trust me when I say that.”

“Even so, I’d really rather not.”

“All right. So if we don’t go with Lucas, then how are we getting there?”

“What about Tristan?”

Kimi’s brows arched upwards. “Oh. I hadn’t even thought about him.”

“You didn’t invite him to the party?”

“He wouldn’t bayan escort go even if I had. You know how he is.”

“It still would have been nice to invite him,” Claudia said. “Aren’t you two like talking?”

“Yeah. But like I said, he’s not the type to go to a party.”

“Call him and ask him if he wants to come. And even if he doesn’t, I’m sure he’ll be happy to give you a ride.”

“I’ll give him a call tonight,” Kimi said.

Distracted by the sound of approaching footsteps, both Claudia and Kimi directed their gaze towards Mona, who was closely trailed by Big John. Standing at six foot seven, he appeared almost comically taller than Mona, who was just shy of five foot eight.

While his features were proud and strong, Mona’s were slim and delicate, and her skin just a shade darker than his lightly tan complexion. Yet despite the differences in their appearance, Claudia strongly believed that they made one of the cutest couples she had ever seen.

“I thought I heard you two out here,” Mona said while tightening the belt on her floral print robe. “Hello, Kimi. How are you?”

“I’m good. And you?”

“Fantastic.” Mona’s smile lit up her already glowing face.

“Hello girls.” Outfitted in a pair of jeans and a fitted cotton T-shirt which showed off his sizeable biceps and sturdily built chest, Big John gave them both a nod of acknowledgment before opening the refrigerator and retrieving two cans of Coke.

“Hello,” Kimi and Claudia said in perfect unison, and after exchanging a quick smirk, they both hid their smiles by taking a swig from their bottles of water.

“So, what’s this I hear about you two going to a party?” Mona asked.

“Oh, It’s just this little get together that’s happening tomorrow night,” Claudia stated. “Nothing major.”

“And who’s house will it be taking place at?”

“Well I don’t know him personally, but Kimi says It’s this guy from her history class.”

No longer standing, but sitting on Big John’s lap, Mona took a long drink from her can of soda before setting it down on the kitchen table.

“I’m going to need a name, sugar plum. And an address, as well.”

“Why?”

“So I know where to find you if there’s an emergency.”

“What could possibly happen?” Claudia asked. “It’s just a little house party.”

“Anything could happen.” Mona regarded her daughter with a gentle, yet steady gaze. “And that’s exactly why I need a name and number.”

“His name is Matthew,” Kimi interjected. “And he’s a really nice guy, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I’m sure he is nice, but I’m still going to need that address.”

Kimi retrieved her phone from her pocket and searched through her list of contacts, then read the address out to Mona, who scribbled it down on a pad of paper that was on the table.

“Will Tristan be accompanying you two girls to the party?”

“We’re not sure yet,” Claudia said. “But he will be at least driving us.”

“That’s good,” Mona said. “I like Tristan. He’s very trustworthy.”

“You girls be careful at that party tomorrow night,” Big John said. “You arrive together, you leave together. And don’t accept drinks from anyone you don’t know.”

“And don’t get into a car with anyone who’s drunk. If Tristan’s not available to take you home, give me a call and I’ll come pick you up. Okay?”

“Yes, of course. I already know all of this,” Claudia said to her mother.

“Just use good judgment, okay?”

Both Kimi and Claudia nodded.

“So, I know it will probably come as a huge disappointment to you girls, but Big John and I will be going out to dinner this evening.”

“Oh.” Despite her best attempts, Claudia’s tone perked up a bit.

“Which means you two will be left alone and unattended.”

“We can handle it,” Kimi said. “We’re nearly adults.”

A smile crept onto Mona’s lips. “I know you can handle it, but there are a few ground rules that need to be set.”

“No loud music, no going joyriding in your car, and stay out of your bedroom,” Claudia said.

“And no inviting any boys over. That’s the most important rule of all.” She looked from Claudia to Kimi, and then back again before reinforcing her statement. “Got it?”

“Got it,” Claudia said.

“The cabinet is full of snacks, and there’s a frozen pizza and some cookie dough in the freezer.”

“Did you pick up any Dr. Pepper?”

“Two packs. They’re in the fridge, on the lower shelf.”

“Guess we’re all set, then.”

“I’ll have my cell phone on all night but if there’s an emergency, you can always give Winona and Ray a call.”

“Right.”

“I guess that’s about it, then.” Mona stood up, followed by Big John, who tossed their empty soda cans into the trash. “We have reservations for eight, so we’re going to start getting ready now.”

“Need any help picking out an outfit?” Claudia asked.

“I think Big John can assist me with that.” Mona lifted her green eyes to meet her boyfriend’s, who in turn slinked an arm around her waist.

“Be more than happy to, love.”

He leaned down to plant a kiss on her upturned lips, and walking side by side with his woman, he led her out of the kitchen and back toward the bedroom.

“Your mom is so lucky,” Kimi said with a wistfulness to her voice. “You can tell that Big John really loves her.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

Suburban Sprawl Ch. 2

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Babes

Author’s Note: STOP!!!

If you’ve read my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT.

I’ve had a lot of requests to write a story with a homosexual storyline. This story represents my first attempt to do so. Even so, elements of heterosexuality still crept in (what can I say?), but I gave it an honest shot. If male/male activities are not your thing, you probably won’t like this one. Oh well; I’ll catch you next time.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn’t changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www..com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you’re at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors!

Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product.

* * * * *

The tension broken and things back to normal, Darren set about the task of learning how to raise a child and tend house. There were very few housewives on his block that he could get pointers from; most of their neighbors belonged to two income households. It took a lot of work, but by the summer he pretty much had things under control. Right around that time, the state started work on the roads in the neighborhood. To be honest, it probably would have come and gone except for the fact that he had to pass the work crews everyday when he took Jessica out for a stroll. At first, it went without incident. He went about his daily routine, and nobody bothered him. Gradually, however, he caught the attention of the workers, who felt compelled to offer comments.

“Hey guys, look at the nanny,” someone yelled.

Darren felt his face flush, but said nothing.

“Wonder what it looks like in a skirt,” another added laughing.

Darren concentrated on the road ahead. He would not get dragged into this, especially not with his daughter here. He was pissed, but it wasn’t worth it, and these guys would be gone soon anyway.

A few days later, things went to hell. A pipe burst on the same day that Jessica needed to go to the doctor’s for a checkup. Since the plumber could only give a range, Cathy took Jessica while Darren waited at home. The plumber came quickly, and by 9:30 everything was done. Cathy reasoned that since she’d already taken the day off, she’d still take Jess to the doctor’s and maybe spend some “mother-daughter” time afterward at the park.

All the confusion had caused Darren to miss his run, which he usually did early in the morning to beat the heat. Luckily, it was overcast today, so he figured he might as well squeeze out his run while the girls were gone. Of course, his normal route took him past the guys who had been razzing him for the last few weeks.

“Hey look guys, no baby. Not a very good nanny if you ask me,” one of the idiots warbled as he approached.

Deep down, Darren had always had a bit of a complex about being supported by Cathy. To compensate, he’d exercised like a fiend, lifting and running on a schedule that was written in stone. His 6″1′ frame was sculpted and muscled to statue-like proportions. There was almost no body fat on him, and every inch of his body was almost textbook perfect. His dark hair was kept short in a military style, more out escort of efficiency than fashion. He was bigger and broader than most men his side, and most guys avoided hassling him. But not these shitheads.

Today he was in a pair of running shorts and running shoes; he hadn’t really expected to meet up with anyone.

He veered onto the sidewalk and jogged in the direction of a lone group of 4 men standing in one of his neighbor’s front yards taking a break in the shade of their tree. He stopped in front of the first one, a tall skinny guy with sun bleached hair and leathery skin that looked like he might be in his late forties.

“Listen dickhead,” he said hotly, jamming his finger in the scrawny man’s chest. “I’m pretty much done with taking shit from you morons.”

“Look, pal, we were just having a little fun,” the man said softly, grabbing Darren’s wrist with a lot more strength than Darren expected. “We didn’t mean any harm, did we fellas?”

Darren pulled free and turned to face the others.

“I haven’t done a fucking thing to you guys, but you seem to get off breaking my balls. Usually, I let it slide because I’ve got my little girl with me, but I don’t have her with me today,” he continued, fixing each one with an icy glare.

Of the remaining three guys, one was several inches shorter than Darren, and not nearly as broad; another was easily 6’5″, and looked like he ate people for breakfast; and the third was about the same height as the guy Darren first approached, but was broad, almost as thick as Darren. They were all wearing shit eating grins.

“Aww, she’s upset with us guys,’ the short one taunted. “Watch it; she might hit us with her purse!”

With lightning speed Darren turned and grabbed the man. He felt a surge of satisfaction as he saw the look of fear spreads across the guys face, only to be replaced quickly with a blinding flash of pain as something warm and blunt crashed down on the back of his head, causing him to drop on all fours.

“Stupid move,” rumbled a deep voice somewhere above him.

“Somebody needs to be taught a lesson,” the short one whined. “Take this prick around back.”

Darren felt himself pulled to his feet and dragged into the backyard. When he opened his eyes, everything was blurry, the aftereffects of the blow he’d received. He was dropped roughly across a chaise lounge, the type with an adjustable back and a long seat, and straps secured to metal poles that ran the length of the chair. His mind raced, trying to figure out a way out of this. He was about to get his ass kicked around the corner from his own house, and there was nobody here to help him. The owners of this house were both at work, and he hadn’t seen anyone on the street when he confronted these goons. Shit!

“Look fellas, maybe this was just a misunderstanding,” he began, trying to push himself up off the chair.

“Fuck you!” the short one growled, punching Darren hard in the kidney.

He dropped back down, gasping, trying to fight through the pain. One of the men produced a handful of large plastic ties, the type favored by electricians and other repairmen because they are held in place by a little plastic lock. Tightened, they can’t be opened, and they can take an incredible amount of pressure. Usually, the only way to break them is to cut them with a very sharp blade. Two of the guys draped Darren across the back of the chair, his legs stretched out along the seat, while the other two secured his wrists to the arm rests. Finally, his ankles were fastened tightly to the side bars of the lounge, leaving him defenseless. Someone slapped his ass sharply.

That’s a good boy,” the deep voice rumbled.

The men moved in front of him and quickly stripped off their clothes. With dawning horror, Darren realized what they intended to do.

“Get the fuck out of here!” he screamed. “Help! Help Me! Pleas God, somebody help!”

“I’ll shut him up,” the tall skinny guy that Darren had first approached said, sliding his soft cock into Darren’s mouth. “Look asshole, if you bite me, I swear we’ll beat the shit out of you and leave you on this fucking thing for your neighbors to find.”

His cock started to stiffen in Darren’s mouth.

“I’ll be honest; you don’t have to like it, but I guarantee we’ll have a good time. I’d suggest you just go with it,” he said, moving escort bayan his cock around in Darren’s mouth. “Hey Jimmy, he’s got a nice mouth.”

“I figured as much,” the short one laughed. “I love housewives. They are always so horny, so needy, whether they admit it or not. I bet by the end this guy’ll be thanking us for helping him get off.” He slapped Darren’s ass again. “When’s the last time you blew your load, stud?” he asked rhetorically.

Darren didn’t even try to answer him with the hardening cock in his mouth. The guy was slowly fucking his face, sliding his cock all the way in, choking him.

“Breathe through your nose and swallow slowly. It’ll make it easier.”

Darren was determined not to participate. They could abuse him all they want, but he wasn’t going to take part in his own debasement. He felt someone grab the side of running his shorts and run something hard up the seam. Given the sudden breeze, he guessed that it had been some sort of blade. After the action was repeated on the other side, his suspicion was confirmed as his running shorts fell away from his body. He hadn’t worn a shirt because he didn’t expect to be out long, so as soon as his jock strap was cut away he was totally naked and exposed to his captors. He tried to stay still, uncooperative, just wishing for this nightmare to end.

“Hey Jimmy, he’s not enjoying this at all,” called the guy with his cock in Darren’s mouth. Could you give him a hand?” he snorted.

Jimmy stuck his middle finger in his own mouth, getting it wet, and then pressed it against the opening between Darren’s ass cheeks. Darren’s eyes widened and he tried to protest as Jimmy slowly applied pressure to his finger. Darren clenched his sphincter trying to keep it out, but that actually aided its entry. Once Jimmy had his finger in up to the knuckle he stopped, letting Darren’s asshole grip it tightly. He wiggled it, and Darren let out an involuntary moan. Smiling, Jimmy resumed the pressure, until his entire finger was inserted. This time when he wiggled it, Darren arched his back and began to hump the air under him, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as these new and very strange emotions washed over him.

“Fucking look at this, guys!” Jimmy cackled. “Looks like we hit a nerve. Told you; a housewife is a housewife.”

Darren’s whole body turned crimson in embarrassment, but he couldn’t help his reaction. Jimmy was slowly fucking his ass with his finger, pulling his finger all the way out and pushing it back in, wiggling it randomly, until Darren was rock hard. His rigid cock brushed the back of the chaise lounge, making him shudder and grip the finger in his ass tighter. When Jimmy slid a second finger in with the first and began twisting them in a corkscrew-like motion, widening Darren’s hole, he gasped, allowing the cock in his mouth to slide in further. Unconsciously he began to suck to the same rhythm as the fingers moving in and out of his ass; he didn’t even realize he was doing it until the guy in his mouth groaned and a hot sticky spray of cum splashed across the back of his throat. It had a bitter, salty taste that caused him to gag again, but the cock was so far in his mouth that he had to swallow or risk choking. The guy in his mouth leaned his head back and sighed.

“Damn that was good. Nothing like a virgin, no matter what the hole.”

He withdrew his cock slowly, a thin string of cum trailing behind it and spilling over Darren’s chin. Darren blinked at the sudden emptiness in his mouth, even as Jimmy increased the tempo in his ass. His balls were swelling, the cum building as he became more and more aroused as a result of the invasion. As Jimmy impossibly worked a third finger in, the tall, bull of a man moved in front of Darren, grabbed his head and stuck his thick cock in his mouth. Again Darren resisted, but this time it was due more to the fact that he was totally consumed by what was going on his ass and couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

“Hey Terry, how is he?” Jimmy laughed.

‘Oh shit man, it’s the wettest, warmest hole I ever felt,” the big man rumbled.

Grabbing Darren’s head, he moved it up and down along the length of his cock. As Jimmy continued to finger his ass, Darren showered Terry’s cock with small bites, driving the big man out of his mind.

“Oh shit, Jimmy, we gotta switch,” Terry moaned. bayan escort “I don’t want to shoot in this fucker’s face.”

He pulled out of Darren’s mouth, leaving him panting audibly, and moved around to his back. Jimmy removed his fingers in one fluid motion and Terry placed the head of his cock in the opening and pushed. As he entered, Darren snapped his head up and his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

“Oh please God no,” Darren begged. “I’m not a girl, I’m not gay, I don’t fuck guys,” he babbled.

“Somebody shut him up,” Terry grunted, pushing his cock in further.

The other man, the one who was built like Darren, moved around to the Darren’s face and offered his cock, which was thick and short. This time, Darren opened his mouth willingly, giving himself over to the situation. He lapped greedily at the cock, bathing the shaft with his tongue and swallowing it whole in a matter of minutes. He was rewarded for his enthusiasm with a deep roar followed by spurt after spurt of cum in his mouth. He swallowed greedily, totally lost n the hedonism of the moment. Terry could not handle the raw enthusiasm Darren showed, and shot his load deep into Darren’s ass so hard it made Darren tense. He shook as the cum filled him, bubbling out as Terry continued to pump, making a wet slurping sound with each stroke.

When the two men were done they both pulled out, and Darren slumped against the lounge. His asshole stung, his mouth had a metallic taste in it from the buckets of cum he’d swallowed, and he felt violated. He also had a raging hard on that crushed painfully against the back of the chair, too weak to hold himself up. He didn’t realize that Jimmy was behind him until he grabbed his ass cheeks.

“Don’t pass out on us yet there, sweetheart,” he said. “I still haven’t got my nut off,” he added, rubbing his cock along the crack of Darren’s ass.

“Please no,” Darren begged. “I can’t do it again, please don’t.”

“Now, you don’t really mean that, do you,?” Jimmy asked, reaching under and stroking Darren’s cock.

Darren shuddered, torn between the feeling of arousal at having his cock touched and the fear of being fucked again. Jimmy placed the head of his cock at the opening of Darren’s ass and increased his stroking. Gradually, the undulation of Darren’s hips as he thrust to meet the stroking hand forced it into Darren’s ass, and they both sucked in air loudly. Of course, before today he’d never had anything in his ass, but Jimmy’s cock head felt as big as a fist! Naturally, he couldn’t see it, but it felt like it had already filled him to the point of overflow, and it was barely in.

Steadily, Jimmy pushed forward, moving deeper, and Darren began panting loudly again. Jimmy just kept going, sliding inch after inch of cock into Darren’s already abused ass. Finally, he felt Jimmy’s pubic hair brush his ass cheeks after what felt like hours, and then he felt Jimmy reverse, slowly withdrawing the huge pole. He repeated the action several times, finally stopping with all but the head removed. Before Darren could catch his breath, Jimmy suddenly rammed his massive cock all the way in, as hard and as fast as he could.

The competing emotions threatened to make Darren’s head explode, tearing a scream from him that echoed throughout the backyard. The pain was unbearable; he felt like someone had shoved a telephone pole up his ass, violently splitting him, and tears rolled down his cheeks. Concurrently, the pressure on his cock and the stimulation of his prostate set off an orgasm deep inside him that made his whole body shake. As Jimmy pounded into his ass mercilessly, Darren sprayed wave after wave of cum over the back of the lounge, which collected in a pool on the seat. Both men were drenched in sweat, Jimmy moving like a machine, Darren docilely accepting the punishment. After what seemed an eternity, Jimmy groaned and collapsed across Darren’s back, shooting one continuous jet of hot cum deep into Darren.

Jimmy moved first, easing out his massive cock. After the 4 of them got dressed, they cut him loose and left him sprawled across the chair.

“Next time,” Jimmy snarled, “we won’t be so gentle.” The others chuckled. Eventually, Darren pulled himself unsteadily to his feet. He stood bowlegged, like he’d been on a horse for a very long time. Cum dripped out of his red, swollen asshole and onto the patio. His clothes were in tatters, but he didn’t care. He was just thankful it was finally over.

He thought maybe it would be a good idea to find another route to take Jessica for a stroll. At least for the next few weeks.

– The End –

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

Stumbling Ch. 02

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Blonde

“I can’t believe the queen still bothers coming here. If I were him, I’d just stay home, milk this whole situation as much as possible.”

I put my face in my hands as I leaned on the lunch table. Arthur could be a real shit. Then again, when you’re the quarterback you tend to get away with a little more than most people. It’s not like anyone at the table thought any different though. Part of me really wanted to ask if he would feel the same if his dad had been shot. Mr. Kirk had always been a prick to Arthur. It was a well-known fact around the football team. The older man had sometimes sat just down the road from the school to catch teenagers speeding home like someone had lit after them with a gun when in reality they just wanted to see how fast their piece of shit, chunks of metal on wheels, could go. Some way, somehow, Mr. Kirk had managed to pull Arthur Campbell over more than most. Maybe Arthur speeds too much. Maybe Mr. Kirk didn’t appreciate how Arthur treated his son. Most likely, it was a little of column A, little of column B. Either way, Arthur hadn’t gotten a ticket since Mr. Kirk’s passing.

I got up from the table without finishing my food. Hadn’t touched it really. Some voices called after me. I just pretended I didn’t hear them. Someone would either grab my tray and put it up or the cafeteria staff would. Wouldn’t hurt to leave it just once. It’s not like I do that all the time. Normally, if a student just walked out the cafeteria there’d be hell to pay if a faculty member noticed. Students were only allowed to leave if they told someone where they were going and it was approved. Lucky me, the only teachers at the faculty table were Mr. Howard and Mrs. Hynoski, both of whom could stand to give a shit. Mr. Howard taught music. He once told a student to play with himself if he didn’t want to play the triangle, though he denied it to the administration. Mrs. Hynoski was famous for giving assignments in geography, then taking a nap at her desk. The only reason they were still around was tenure. Schools don’t fire people four years away from retirement unless absolutely necessary. Nothing like a lawsuit to make one cautious.

The second I opened the library doors, Mrs. Turner looked up from the computer behind her desk to glare at me.

“Mr. Doyle, to what do we owe the honor? Perhaps a fire in the gym?”

“No ma’am. Just figured I’d read to kill some time.”

She eyed me curiously. A nod then, “Very well. First disruption from you and I’ll send you to the principal’s office, understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Mrs. Turner was always lenient if you were honest and didn’t push her buttons.

A table in the back corner of the long room was free. I grabbed a picture encyclopedia on cats as I passed by a shelf I knew fairly well. All the others had long words without pictures. This was the only shelf with long words AND pictures, so it worked for me. Last time I was here I looked at dogs. Cats seemed a fair change up.

The window was cold against my shoulder. I reclined in my seat with my ankle over my knee, the book propped up on my thigh. I didn’t even bother reading species names as I turned, unlike with dogs. I can’t tell one cat from another unless is something obvious like a Siamese or the bald one. Voices started to reach my ears from the table to my left. I glanced over.

Richey sat next to some junior, books spread out in front of them. Currently, they sat back in their chairs, laughing like old friends. Richey looked happy. I’m not sure I’d ever seen him smile unless it was in a school photo. Chess club photos aside, this looked different. The smile actually reached his eyes for a change. That expression always seemed like bullshit. The difference was evident here. The thought trampled across my mind though, wondering if they were lovers. The junior didn’t look fruity or anything. In fact, I recognized him from the basketball squad. Larsen, I think his name was.

This interested me. Yes, a senior has more pull than a junior usually, but Richey ain’t the normal senior and Larsen or whoever the fuck was a jock. The phrase, “Never the escort bayan twain shall meet,” comes to mind. Richey held up a flash card in Larsen’s face. Larsen’s face contorted in thought before I heard him say, “The War of 1812.”

“Correct, way to go.” Said Richey.

“Yes!” Larsen threw his hands up in an exaggerated manner.

“Mr. Nichols!” Came from the front. Suppose Larsen was really Nichols.

“Sorry Mrs. Turner!” he called back.

“Calm down Lars.” Richey said through giggles. Guess I was right. What kind of first name is Larsen? “It’s just one question. You do that in class and people are going to cross the street to get away from you.”

“Sorry Richey, it’s just this is the first time this kind of stuff has ever stuck.”

“I didn’t do anything special, you’re just paying attention for a change. That, and I’m sure Ms. Barton has probably lit a fire under your ass.”

Larsen ducked his head, blushing a little. “I had a D the first six weeks. She and coach both are liable to kill me if it happens again.”

The bell rung, breaking up their tutoring session and my people watching. I looked down to say goodbye to the cats. A strange pattern in the fur of a tabby caught my eye just before I closed it.

“I never took you for a kitten kind of guy.”

I closed my book, setting it down on the table with a thud as I stood up.

“What’s sexier than a man with a kitten?”

He chuckled, “Quite.” His eyes ran up and down my frame. I stared a whole through the back of his head as he walked away, somewhat shocked. I’d never been flirted with by a guy before. But that wasn’t flirting, was it? No. Couldn’t be. He was just pulling my chain. Ok, that was a bad analogy. Still, all guys fuck around like that, it’s nothing to get hung up on. He just-

“Mr. Doyle, another two minutes and you’ll be late to whoever is unfortunate enough to have what’s left of your attention next.”

“Thanks Mrs. Turner!” I started a light jog.

“The book goes on the shelf Mr. Doyle.” I hadn’t made it two steps.

“Yes ma’am!” I spun around to retrieve the book, placing it on the shelf as I ran by it.

“Try to stay out of trouble Mr. Doyle.”

I don’t know why she doesn’t like me. I swear.

I half ran, half walked, down the hall to get to Mr. Sumner’s U.S. History class. If I ran, some faculty member was sure to write me up for it, yet if I was late so I would’ve gotten sent up for that too. That’s what we call a catch twenty two. Because of this, I look like I’m trying to run with a rock in my boot. Or maybe a bullet hole. Shit Ethan, not now. Now is not a good time.

There was only one seat open when I arrived. Next to Richey friggin Kirk. If there was ever a person mixed with a time with whom I didn’t want to have a break down in front of, it was him mixed with now shaken up like the worlds shittiest martini. Sweat started to break out of my forehead, my hands were clammy. I remembered all the breathing techniques I’d learned in weightlifting to knock my heart rate down during the cool down exercises. They didn’t work. Not this time. I hadn’t been in the class for more than five minutes. If I asked to go to the bathroom, Mr. Sumner would’ve just told me I should’ve gone before class started.

Everyone knows that feeling when they know they’re being watched. I could feel it, coming from the left. A quick glance showed Richey looking at me quite peculiarly. He looked like he wanted to ask a question. Fuck it.

“Mr. Sumner, I’ll be back.” I said as I stood up.

“And just where are you going?” He stood with his hand on his hip, the other holding the chalk against the board.

“Sick.” Was all I said as I walked by. He must’ve bought it as he didn’t try to stop me.

I ran the fifty or so feet from Sumner’s room to the nearest restroom. Now that I was in here, I genuinely felt like I was going to actually be sick. My stomach tightened around my half eaten lunch, my hands gripped tight on the sink. “Breath, just breathe. It’s not that fucking hard Doyle…” I mumbled to myself. The sink came on with the bayan escort same squeal as it had weeks ago when Richey had been in my position. Cold water washed over my face as I splashed it over my face every time my hands filled up.

Bit by bit, my heart slowed itself back to something resembling normal. The mirror almost seemed to mock me with what it showed. My hazel eyes were rimmed with nothing but red with the white barely showing. The fauxhawk was no more, the gel sweated out of it, nothing more than a darker brown with the sweat hanging limply on my head. The light blue of my t-shirt was a lot darker all over. I pulled it off, feeling the weight of it. Soaked. God, I just wanted to go home.

Figuring I had enough evidence to get the nurse to send me home, I walked to the nurse’s office. Mrs. Hale took one look at me before jumping out her chair to run around her desk and lead me over to the government issue cot in the corner. She called my mother to tell her I was sick, unfit to stay at school. She asked if I was okay to drive, which I obviously answered yes, before relaying that to my mother.

“You just sit tight young man. I’ll have someone collect your books. Do you need anything from your locker? Never mind, I just have whoever they send go with you.”

She didn’t even give me a chance to speak as she walked out the door. My shirt sat in my lap, while I sat in nothing more than my tank top from the waist up. A bit of warm air blew across me from a vent somewhere in the room. Looking for it amused me for a minute. The door opening brought me out of my search.

Mrs. Hale dragged Richey by the shoulder.

“Well Ethan, Richey has been nice enough to help you gather your stuff up and get you out of here.” Mrs. Hale is one of the people too cheery for her own good. She pulled me up from my cot even though I was already in the process of standing up. Lord knows if I started to go, she wasn’t going to be able to catch me. “You go have a nice rest young man, lots of fluids.”

Richey lead me out the door, Mrs. Hale closed it behind us. She got paid to take temperatures and call home, that’s it.

“She’s a little high strung.” He said.

“It’s not polite to state the obvious.”

He chuckled quietly. I noticed him glance at me from time to time. I guess I was a sight. Not many can get away with walking down the hall with nothing but a tank top. The books I had with me in Sumner’s class were tucked under his arm. When we got to my locker, I reached out for them after it opened. Our fingers touched slightly. He jerked back, the books going straight to the floor.

“Sorry!”

“I’ll get them.” I said, kneeling down. I grabbed each book with my left hand, using the right to place them in the bottom of the locker. Richey’s crotch was in the corner of my vision. I checked his package like I do any other guy. My eyes stuttered, if that’s even possible, at the sight of a semi clearly growing in the front of Richey’s tight, not quite skinny, jeans. Immedieatly, my head turned towards my locker. I pretended for a few seconds to look for something, shuffling a few papers around. When I stood up, Richey was trying to look anywhere but my direction. Whether he’d seen me see… well HIM was unclear. I packed my backpack quietly. The scene was so awkward I almost expected him to ask about the weather.

My backpack shouldered, I placed a hand on his shoulder. It just struck me that he’s taller than me. Being short is a real pisser.

“Thanks for collecting my shit Richey.”

He looked surprised slightly. “It’s not like any of your friends were jumping up to help.”

“They’re not really friends as much as assholes on the same team as me. To be honest I feel like the black sheep most days.” Why am I telling him this?

“Welcome to my world muscle boy.” He smirked.

“Muscle boy?” I was a little indignant.

He slowly stuck a hand out to poke-push me in my left pec, just left of the tank top strap.

“I’m more than just a pretty face you know.”

“You’re assuming your pretty.”

“Hey, I’ve got brains escort too. I don’t even need half these looks.”

“You’re still assuming.” He still had that dumb smirk on his face, his eyes were half closed. There was no reason to be sleepy.

“You act like I’m an asshole, know nothing jock.”

“Lay down with dogs, you’ll come up with flees.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I stood up straighter, a little angrier than before.

“Calm down super boy. You just said they’re not really your friends. You should be able to admit they’re a bunch of assholes. In fact… you’re the first football player to talk to me in something other than insults.” He seemed to be thinking about what he’d just said.

“Well-“

“Listen Eeth,” He said it like someone had started to say teeth but left the ‘t’ off. “If you’re having mercy on the fag out of pity for his dead dad than save it. I don’t need it.”

“What!?” I couldn’t believe he would think that. “Listen here. Now you’re being an asshole.”

He started to interrupt.

“Quiet. You’ve accused me of some serious shit here. You tell me one time I ever picked on you and I’ll gladly own up to it. Come on! Give me one, just one.”

He stared impassively back.

“That’s right, you cant. Wanna know why? I’ve never joined in on that shit, that’s why.”

His face was inches away from mine, separated more by height than the distance between our feet. My finger poked him a couple times in his chest, same as he’d done to me, throughout my tirade.

The stare down continued for a moment longer.

“I apologize your highness. It does strike me funny though that someone as selfless as you claim to be would just stand back and do nothing while your supposed friends do their best to shit on every moment of semi happiness which passes me by.”

I stomped my foot down, doing my best to throw smoke in the air on my way to the parking lot. He let out a sigh.

“Ethan, wait-“

“Save it.”

God damn him all to hell. I didn’t even do anything. According to him that’s my biggest problem. Fuck him. What does he know? A hand grabbed my shoulder, turning, pushing me up against the lockers.

“I’m trying to say sorry jackass.”

“Who said I wanted to hear it?”

He looked to the side, his hand remained. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. When his head turned, his eyes sought out mine.

“Look… I saw you in class. Are you okay?”

“What are you talking about? I’m under the weather a bit, that’s all.”

“You ain’t at t’all convincing. That was a panic attack if I ever saw one.”

“And just what qualifies you Dr. Kirk?”

“I get them from time to time.” He said quietly

“I’m fine Kirk.” He stared at me still. “I promise.”

His hand fell to his side. He shook his head as he turned back towards the classroom we’d long since forgotten.

“Take care Doyle. Get well soon and all the other generic shit…”

I chuckled at that.

“Thanks Kirk.” Once last look over his shoulder and he didn’t look back again, least not in the time it took for me to turn the opposite way.

When I got home, my body felt sore all over. No, weak is a better word. Sort of like when I hadn’t eaten enough. I thought about a sandwich, decided against it. Wasn’t really hungry. My head hurt. I popped three fifteen hundred milligram knock off Tylenols, then left a note for my mom. Told her I was resting and to let me sleep. She didn’t get home till late anyway. It was tax season. I could do what I wanted till then.

I watched TV until eight. It’d been a while since I’d last had a long soak in the tub, so I did that next. The water was too hot when I got in. To hell with it. I sucked it up, figuring it would cool down soon. Steam. Lots of steam, rising, drifting, carrying away all my troubles for the moment. Here I could relax. Put out everything I don’t need. I stayed for an hour. When my skin looked like a raisin and the water was lukewarm at best.

I stood in my room facing the bed. No matter how I tried, the only way I’d gotten more than a couple hours sleep was with the help of Mr. Nyquil. On the plus side, I’d never breathed better. Tonight was no different. Two big swallows while I was in the kitchen. It tasted like the nuclear waste it was colored after. Still, it did the trick. Nothing else mattered.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,

Patty’s Costume Ch. 02

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Babes

(You should read Patty’s Costume first to set the stage properly for this one.)

I watched in amazement as he got up and walked out. He gave me on last look that thrilled and scared me, and he grabbed his clothes and walked out of the room. I looked at Bob with half a grin. “I told you he wasn’t like the others.”

His only reply was “Well fuuuuuuuck me!”

Bobby was more surprised than I was because while I hoped he would leave, I had those hopes on some other people, and they didn’t. It didn’t matter if it was a guy I brought home or a girl Bobby did, when faced with the same decision, he always sucked Bobby off or she ate my cunt. The downside is we were looking for a partner in our fun, not some wimpy person who ended up like a sex slave.

Hell yes I wanted them to enjoy themselves, and enjoy us to, I wasn’t after a doormat. Bobby did enjoy turning someone into a doormat, but even he got bored with a guy or girl who had no imagination or drive. I am so glad he turned out to have balls! The real question was how to proceed from here. This is uncharted territory because no one walked out before.

“So what’s going to happen at the office?”

“Well he won’t say anything, I’m sure of that!”

“What about everyone else? You certainly earned your slut merit fucking badge today.”

I smiled and twirled my finger around my well screwed pussy. “Not to worry, all the guys are married. I will blame the alcohol and apologize profusely. I doubt any of them will say a word. And hell I wouldn’t mind seeing a couple of them with your dick stuffed up their ass.” I patted my Bobby’s pole, and then pull him over to me. As the cock I love sank into my pussy once more, I smiled even wider. “And those two bitches would be good playmates too for that matter.”

As Bobby did his best to fuck me unconscious, my thought kept returning to him. I’ve wanted him for so long, even before that slut got her claws in. I figured she couldn’t keep him! He’s sexy, gives great tongue, and a good fuck. How in the hell was I going to engage him for round 2, and I certainly want a round 2!

The next day he looked me right in the eyes when he said “Good morning!” just like nothing had happened. He shivered when I touched his arm, so I knew he was feeling something.

I did have to do a little damage control with the other guys I fucked. I played up the alcohol and married angle. One guy might be trouble, or at least want more. Yes, he would look good begging for Bobby’s pole. The two ladies aren’t going to be a problem. They took me out to lunch and relieved some of my itchiness. They are also married, but they’ve been playing with each other for years. I don’t think I’ll introduce them to Bobby. I mean a girl can always use a few talented girlfriends, right? When one kisses you while the other sandwiches up behind you, oh yea very fucking talented. I was half naked before the kiss ended.

The porno izle only shadow on the day was him! I passed him a few times, and he had no trouble meeting my eyes, and each time he did, my clit jumped. Fuck me, I had the hots bad, I wanted him something awful.

After a fun filled weekend, where one of our semi-regular’s spent the night, I decided to confront him head on.

“Come join me for lunch?”

“Patty, I don’t . . .”

“If you’re about to turn me down, don’t! It’s just lunch.”

“But . . .”

“No buts, grab your jacket. I won’t take no for an answer. I need to make sure we’re still friends.”

“Patty . . .”

“I still hear a refusal. Come on, I’m buying.”

Ok, step one, he’s coming. I know it’s manipulative, but I do really want to stay friends with him. He doesn’t know how horny I get just looking into his blue eyes.

We talked inconsequentials until we finished lunch. Then veered nicely into the area I knew we would get to.

“So how are the kids?”

Ok time to lay all the cards out on the table. “What kids?”

He looked really puzzled. “Your kids, you know the three pictures on your desk?” His voice harsh, so that’s the part that was really bothering him?

“I have no children, can’t have them because of medical trouble years ago. The pictures are my sister’s kids. She lets me take out my frustrated maternal instincts out on them.”

He mulled that one over. “But everyone says you are happily married with three kids.”

“I am happily married, but no kids. I never corrected anyone because it cuts down on guys hitting on me.”

He sat stunned again. I got up then slide in the booth next to him. “This way we could talk quietly.” The nearness of him almost made me lose control. He was such a man, and there are damn few men around. My pussy was leaking, and a knowing smirk from the waitress really made my nipples stand up. He cleared his throat nervously. I bet if I grabbed his crotch, his cock would be hard.

“Look baby, you know some of the story. At least let me fill you in on all the details before you hate me.”

“Patty, I could never hate you.”

“Well you haven’t heard everything yet, and if we are going to be friends you deserve it all.

“I am a slut.” I saw him start to shake his head. “No, I really am, and I love it. The first time hot cum hit my skin, I was hooked. The first time a girl went down on me while I was sucking a cock drove me insane. I love it all, straight, les, anal, oral, groups, cum baths, swapping, BDSM, I love anything and everything that gets me and my partners off and the harder the orgasm the better.”

He was squirming in his seat now.

“Now Bobby is the same way, we were meant for each other and got married knowing this. He fucked my maid of honor right next door to me blowing his best man. When I kissed him, at the alter, he could taste porno that cum on my lips, and his face smelt of pussy. I damn near came in front of the priest.

“We love sex and cover for each other in all our fun. We play the devoted couple in public. But private we are uninhibited, as you might have noticed. Now can hate me, or us, but everything we do is above board with each other. We keep no secrets and we prefer to play together, but are perfectly capable of playing apart.”

“But that wasn’t what you said the other day.”

“Baby, the other day was kind of a test.”

He raised an eyebrow. I grabbed his hand and pulled it into my lap and held it there with no complaint from him. I am shocked the heat from my pussy didn’t burn his hand.

“I’m serious, a test. I was honest when I said I’ve wanted you for ages. But I always kept my playing out of the office. I know I got carried away, but so many of my fantasies came true that day. Then as I was leaving I saw your car and couldn’t help myself. You took so long coming out, I was about to rub my pussy on the bumper of your truck, I was so horny.”

I pressed his hand down and almost came from the touch of the back of his hand.

“When I took you into the house, I really wanted to feel both of you inside me, but Bobby fell into our wimp test and I couldn’t stop him.”

“Wimp test?”

“Baby if you had sucked his cock, we would have had some great sex, but that would have been the end. We’ve found that any guy who sucks, and even a girl who eats me for that reason doesn’t have much initiative and we get bored with them. I don’t want some wimpy sex slave, I want a lover!”

I parted my thighs and pressed his hand to my cunt. I was too fucking horny to care.

His eyes got real wide as I rubbed his hand against me. But he didn’t pull away. I put my head on his shoulder and let him take me higher again. I shuddered through a small orgasm and opened my eyes to a smiling waitress.

“You two better find yourself a room. I could watch you both all day, but some of the customers might bitch.”

I laughed, “Sorry about getting carried away, doll.”

“Hey think nothing of it, I was getting off watching ya, and if he was mine, I’da done him too.” She winked and walked off.

I looked up at him. “So are you mine; even a little bit?”

“Patty, this is so crazy?”

“Fuck yea, its nuts, and I love it.” I relaxed my grip on his hand and when he pulled away, I followed it back to his lap, where I found one last argument.

Squeezing his nice hard cock, I heard him groan and I grinned. He was mine, whether he knew it or not.

I masturbated him until I knew he was close. “I’m going to go to the ladies, when I get back, have that nice thick cock out for me.”

I left and did nothing more than strip off my panties. When I got back, the waitress was chatting him up. I stood behind rokettube her ad asked over her shoulder, “Did you?”

He shook his head and looked at her. I tossed my panties on the table and said, “Then I guess we better leave, because I am getting fucked soon or I’ll go nuts!”

The waitress smiled a sexy grin and said, “Park out back, no one ever goes back there this time of day.”

My baby was a turned on as I was. He paid for lunch, and left her a big tip, just not as big as the one I was going to get. I pulled in behind the restaurant and straddled him fast. It was a fast and furious fuck, neither of us holding anything back. I came, and came, and came, and finally he came he filled to the brim with his cum. I rolled off him, snagged a fingerful of pearly fluid and suck it off my finger to the silent applause of the waitress who was watching us through the back door. Her eyes open big and wide as my baby pulled me back down and he proceeded to lick and suck me clean again. I couldn’t stop cumming against his face and when I returned to earth, we were parked outside work and he was back together, he was also lightly touching my pussy.

“I figured that would bring you around.” He said smiling that sexy smile.

“You keep that up and I’ll hide under your desk and blow you in your next meeting.” He pulled me closer and took my breath away with one powerful kiss. I was dripping the rest of the day!

At the end of the day, he was waiting by my car. My legs shook as I walked up to him.

“I spent the whole afternoon debating. Where does Bob fit into us?”

“Baby, he is my husband and as soon as I get home I’ll be telling him all about lunch. I hope he’s horny, because I’ve been wet all afternoon and if we weren’t in the middle of this parking lot I would be pull on your cock hoping you would fuck me some more.”

He grinned and frowned. “This is going to take some getting used to.”

“Now baby, you never have to do anything you don’t want to. I do plan on having both of you at the same time, but I want you free to do what you want. No pressure, no sneak attacks. You aren’t going to wake up after a night of good loving tied up with Bobby’s cock up your ass, unless you want it. We have enough holes for him. In fact you know Eric?”

“Matthews?” I nodded. “He’s a slimy shit.”

“Yea, but he’s going to get the same test you did and I bet he will flunk.”

My baby laughed.

“And just for you I’ll get pictures of his sucking on Bobby and taking it in the ass.”

“Why the pics?”

“Sometimes we need to keep some pricks in line. After we get bored with them, sometimes they develop a partial spine and want more. We discourage them with the pics.”

“Do you have pics of me?”

“Nope, you are a nice guy, and I knew you wouldn’t fuck me over this either way.”

“How many guys have passed your test?”

“Only one, baby!” I left him standing there lost in thought, and headed home for a good fucking. Today went even better, because Bobby brought home Tammy, one of our favorite fuck toys. The only thing this girl likes better than cocksucking, is pussy eating!

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: , , , ,
istanbul travesti istanbul travesti istanbul travesti ankara travesti Moda Melanj kuşadası escort bayan çankaya escort mecidiyeköy escort beylikdüzü escort istanbul escort ankara escort bayan Hacklink Hacklink panel Hacklink panel bursa escort ankara escort Ankara escort bayan Ankara Escort Ankara Escort Rus Escort Eryaman Escort Etlik Escort Sincan Escort Çankaya Escort hurilerim.com Escort Antalya Escort Alanya Escort Antalya Merkez Escort Antalya Otele Gelen Escort Antalya Rus Escort Belek Escort Fethiye Escort Kemer Escort Kepez Escort Konyaaltı Escort beylikdüzü escort antalya rus escort escort keçiören escort etlik escort çankaya escort mamasiki.com bucur.net hayvanca.net lazimlik.net cidden.net Escort bayan Escort bayan escortsme.com anadoluyakasikadin.com kadikoykadin.com atasehirkadin.com umraniyekadin.com bostancikadin.com maltepekadin.com pendikkadin.com kurtkoykadin.com kartalkadin.com istanbulspor.net şişli escort istanbul escort mecidiyeköy escort beşiktaş escort taksim escort fındıkzade escort çapa escort fatih escort topkapı escort escort şişli escort bayan bayrampaşa escort merter escort escort mecidiyeköy bursa escort warez forum Bonus veren siteler Bonus veren siteler ankara travesti By Casino bursa escort görükle escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort ankara escort