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Chapter 1 Thighs on the Menu

Author’s Note

Like the other stories I have posted here, including my other multi-chapter story, A Swinging Odyssey: A Couple’s Journey into Sensuality, the following multi-chapter story, Two Thighs, is fiction. Its characters are not modelled on anyone I know.

To readers who have read A Swinging Odyssey and liked it, I thank you. I enjoyed writing the story and am pleased that at least some of you enjoyed reading it.

My readers will notice right away that the two main protagonists, Aiko and Gerald, are the same two characters who were featured in A Swinging Odyssey. Several other characters from my earlier story also make their appearances in this story.

I have written Two Thighs to make it a completely independent stand-alone story. In other words, reading A Swinging Odyssey is not a prerequisite for reading Two Thighs. In cases were references are made to events that took place in A Swinging Odyssey, I have worked in very brief summaries of those events into this story.

Finally, this story describes episodes of unprotected sex that, in real life, are risky and could result in an unwanted pregnancy or a sexually transmitted disease. Fortunately, this is a work of fiction. I have the power of the pen to write such inconvenient problems out of the story.

* * *

It all started with two thighs exposed in a restaurant.

‘What a lovely woman she is,’ Gerald thought, looking at a woman sitting at a table on the opposite side of the restaurant.

What captured Gerald’s initial attention was her fully exposed smooth and flawless white thigh. She appeared to be unaware that her dress had ridden up her thigh when she slid onto the bench to face her partner. The sight of it caused a stir in his loins. He had a strong urge to take possession of her thigh, to stroke and kiss it.

Wanting to know who the thigh belonged to, Gerald turned his attention to the whole woman. She had blonde shoulder-length hair, blue eyes and a cute snub nose. Her sundress seemed to emphasize her soft, curvaceous, almost plush, features. They made her look both cute and scrumptious at the same time.

Gerald estimated that she was slightly taller than his own wife, Aiko. Her most prominent feminine features were her breasts and her ass. Although her breasts would look generous on a taller woman, on her, because she was relatively short, they actually gave her a luscious buxom look. Her thigh, he finally noticed, was attached to wide baby-bearing hips and both were attached to a delightfully ample but firm ass. The general effect of her features was to make her look compact, soft and curvy. He found her to be exceptionally sexy.

The blonde was conversing with a man sitting opposite to her. Their body language told Gerald that they were probably a married couple. He guessed that they were in their early thirties.

“Sir, do you prefer breast or thigh?”

Aiko could tell that her husband was lost in thought. A kick in the leg jolted Gerald into the realization that the waitress had come back.

“Uh, I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“I just need to clarify your grilled chicken order,” the waitress explained. “Do you prefer breast or thigh?” she repeated.

“I think he wants thigh,” Aiko answered for him.

The dry way she made the statement made it clear to Gerald that he was ‘in flagranti delicto’. His wife had caught him staring at another woman’s thigh, obviously lost in thoughts of sex. He was embarrassed but then smiled. Gerald knew his wife actually did not mind his open admiration for other women’s physical attributes because she herself was not above admiring delectable male flesh.

Aiko and Gerald loved only each other but they also had an honest and open relationship that allowed them to appreciate members of the other gender without fear of jealousy from their spouse. After all, they were swingers.

What actually embarrassed Gerald was the thought that someone in the restaurant other than his wife might notice his lust-driven admiration for another man’s woman. Socially conventional people would not know or understand the unique relationship he had with Aiko, his wife and the mother of their two children. Such people would conclude that he had no respect for his wife when in fact the opposite was true.

He tore his eyes away from the unknown woman’s thigh to look at his wife. She had that knowing look in her face. He saw no jealousy. In fact, there was no room for jealousy in their relationship. They belonged to a swingers’ group of four couples who were more or less in the same age range. Jealousy was incompatible with partner swapping.

“Yeah, thigh,” he answered, keeping a straight face while trying to will his cock to soften.

After the waitress left, Aiko leaned over to get a view of his crotch. She saw that it had gone back to its normal limp state. “I bet you’d like to serve that blonde some sausage,” she declared.

Aiko sat back down into her seat. “But she is quite beautiful,” Aiko added, “although men who like their women tall, thin and long-legged, would probably Starzbet Güncel Giriş consider her almost dumpy. She seems to be your type though. Am I right? You know, cute-as-a button, short and voluptuous with curves in all the right places.”

Gerald laughed. “You got me sweet heart. She has a nice thigh, a pretty face, and her sundress barely hides the fact that she has generous curves in all the right places. She defines voluptuousness.”

“I guess you used your masculine X-ray vision to imagine what lies underneath that sundress.”

“Touché,” Gerald answered. “Score two for you. And what’s your opinion of him?” he wondered.”

Aiko licked her lips. “He’s pretty good-looking too, you know.”

“Is he?” Gerald countered. “I’m not gay so I didn’t notice.”

Aiko kicked his leg again.

“Okay, okay, he’s not bad looking,” Gerald conceded.

“Not bad looking? He’s a hunk,” she emphasized. “If you weren’t so busy gluing your eyes to her thigh, you would have noticed her partner caught my attention too.”

The man was similar in build to Gerald and appeared to be fit. He had curly dark-brown hair and dark eyes, an aquiline nose and olive-coloured skin, features stood in contrast to Gerald’s blond hair, blue eyes, strong slightly bulbous nose and naturally whiter skin. Compared to Gerald’s squarish look, this man had a rounder head that seemed to soften his face somewhat. Gerald took him for a Mediterranean type.

Then Gerald turned his thoughts to his own wife.

Although Gerald had had a preference for the type represented by the blonde when he was single, he ended up marrying Aiko, a petite Asian woman with the classic Japanese facial features. While she could be described as skinny before their marriage, after the birth of their two daughters, she had filled out and became curvier, much to Gerald’s delight.

‘Marrying her,’ he thought, ‘was the best life-altering decision I ever made.’

Aiko interrupted his thoughts again. “Now what are you thinking about?” she asked.

“I was thinking about you and our life together. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made,” he said sincerely. “No one is more important to me than you are.”

Aiko grabbed his hands into hers. “I love you too,” she declared smiling broadly.

They leaned over the table and gave each other a little kiss.

Gerald looked at the other couple again. “They look like they’re having a, uh…” Gerald tried to pick the right words and finally decided, “a difference of opinion now.”

They were too restrained to characterize theie animated discussion as a fight. Of course, it was possible that their restraint was influenced by the fat that they were in a public place.

Gerald was also puzzled. “I wonder what that was about.’ He was positive that neither had seen him gawking at the blonde’s exposed thigh. “What gives?” he wondered.

At that moment the pretty little blonde said something to her partner that caused him to stop arguing. He looked toward Aiko and Gerald and made eye contact. He realized that Aiko and Gerald were watching them have their quiet argument. He looked embarrassed. He waved with his hand in an apologetic manner but his wife still seemed to fume about something.

Both couples resumed their meals.

“That’s kind of strange,” Gerald said. “Why is he apologetic us when I’m the one who is being naughty?”

Aiko giggled. “I got revenge.”

“What are you talking about, Aiko?”

“While you were thinking your lovely thoughts about me, I ‘accidentally’ on purpose exposed my thigh for her husband to see. It caught his attention.” She smiled as if she were proud of herself. “A few seconds later, she noticed he seemed distracted. She followed his gaze and realized he was looking at my thigh. She got pissed at him for looking at another woman.”

“You’re a little vixen, Aiko,” Gerald chuckled. “Knowing you, I’m sure you were happy with the result.”

Aiko smiled. “It’s only fair,” she pouted. “You’re attracted to that cute little blonde and so I made it my mission to tease her hunk of a husband.”

“Well, I couldn’t help myself,” Gerald admitted. “She looks so mouth-watering delicious.”

Once more erotic images entered his mind. His cock twitched again in response. He made a conscious effort to chase them away lest his now flaccid surged back to full life.

A few minutes later, the blonde and her husband got up to leave.

As they passed Aiko and Gerald’s table, the man apologized. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.” He addressed most of his remark to Aiko.

His wife stood several steps back keeping an eye on Aiko and her husband.

Aiko pretended to be totally unaware of her exposed thigh, hoping that the blonde would conclude that she was totally unaware of it.

“What for?” Aiko asked.

“Your thigh is exposed,” his wife said from behind him.

“Oh, really?” Aiko said pretending not to know. She looked at her exposed thigh. “Oh, thank you for noticing,’ she said.

Under the table, Gerald kicked her softly on the leg, letting her know that Starzbet Giriş he knew she was making a sly double-entendre.

The man blushed as Aiko re-adjusted her dress to cover her thigh again.

The couple then left the restaurant.

Aiko and Gerald finished desert, paid for their meal and then left the restaurant to return home.

“They actually seemed like a nice couple,” Aiko said as they drove home. “Maybe I shouldn’t have done what I did. I got him into trouble with his wife.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Gerald commiserated. “She started it. Maybe his wife is a jealous type. She’s hypocritical too for showing off her thigh while berating him for admiring yours. As he has a jealous wife, he should have been more discreet in his lechery. It isn’t the first time a husband got in trouble for something like that. It won’t be the last time. She’ll put him in the doghouse for a while and then she’ll get over it. Once they get laid, they’ll be okay,” Gerald opined.

Aiko wanted to kick him in the leg for the third time, but he had his foot was on the pedal. Instead, she poked him in the shoulder. “You’re an idiot,” she laughed.

“It works for us, doesn’t it?” Gerald said smiling. “There’s no reason why it couldn’t work for them. Love conquers all and sex is its lubricant.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, “sometimes you say the dumbest things.”

He smiled broadly. “I’m a guy. What do you expect?”

While driving, Gerald noticed that his wife was thinking about something. “What’s on you mind?” Gerald finally asked.

“Well, something about them keeps nagging me,” Aiko said.

“Yeah, what?” He trusted his wife’s intuition about other people.

“Hmm, let me think. Let me think.”

After a few moments of thought her mental light bulb turned on. “I know!” she burst out. “I remember him. He moved into the house across the street and about four houses down from us last weekend. Remember? The house that was sold about three months ago.”

“Really? We’ve got new neighbours and it’s them? I hope it doesn’t get too awkward when we introduce ourselves. Sooner or later, we’re going to meet them.”

“Let’s not wait, hon,” Aiko suggested. “Let’s just get it over to their house and introduce ourselves. I don’t like to be on bad terms with our neighbours.”

“Okay,” Gerald agreed.

* * *

Aiko and Gerald made a point of looking down the street to see if their new neighbours were at home. A few days later, a Saturday, they saw them leave in their car and then come back about two hours later with a load of groceries and other supplies for their home.

About an hour after that, Gerald saw him on the front yard. “Aiko,” he called, “he’s mowing the lawn. It might be a good time for us to go over there and introduce ourselves.”

“Okay, hon, I’ll be right with you. Just let me get changed.”

When she came down the stairs, she wore a white blouse, which allowed some cleavage to show and white shorts that, along with her white running shoes, bookended her smooth, lithe flawless legs. Her black hair, which barely reached her shoulders, framed her Asian face in a way that emphasized her natural exotic beauty. It was the most daring she allowed herself to be without raising major eyebrows among their mundane neighbours.

Gerald wore shorts that ended just above the knees and a T-shirt that seemed to mould around his fit body. He was still in good shape for a guy who was in his mid-forties.

Both were dressed on the borderline between casual and sexy. Fortunately, the day was hot and seemingly justified their sartorial choices.

The couple walked down the street to the new neighbours’ home. Gerald approached the man mowing his lawn.

Seeing someone from the corner of his eye, he stopped the machine to see who it was. He stopped in surprise when he recognized Gerald as the same the blond man, with his Asian wife, who he had met in the restaurant in less auspicious circumstances.

“We’re neighbours,” Gerald announced extending his hand. “I’m Gerald. I’m pleased to meet you.”

They shook hands.

“And this is the love of my life, my wife Aiko,” Gerald said. “She’s not only the most beautiful thing on two legs, she’s also very clever. She put two and two together and realized you and your wife are the new neighbours.”

“Don’t believe him,” Aiko said. “I’ve got other parts besides my legs.” Then she winked at him.

“I’m Ryan,” he replied as he extended his hand. Ryan could not help himself. He gave Aiko a quick once over, then blushed when the expression on Aiko’s face indicated that she had noticed.

Instead of taking his hand, Aiko stepped right into him and hugged him as if he were a friend she had not seen in years. Aiko hung onto him for a few extra seconds. The effect on Ryan was immediate. A bulge developed in his pants and pressed against Aiko’s belly.

“Nice to see you Aiko,” he managed to say thoroughly flustered.

“Don’t pay any mind to my wife,” Gerald said fully aware of the effect that his wife was having on their poor new neighbour. “She can be a Starzbet tease,” he added.

Aiko smiled sweetly to him as Ryan finally managed to pull himself out of her embrace.

“And now you get to see more of me,” Aiko smiled. She stepped back away to reveal her cleavage, her bare arms and shoulders as well as luscious legs and her enticing thighs once more. “Ta-da,” she said. She opened her arms and hands as if to show herself off.

“And now you’ve been in touch with him too,” Gerald told Aiko.

The innuendo made Ryan feel uncomfortable. Aiko’s obvious flirtatiousness toward him had already unsettled him. Gerald’s remark increased his discomfort. ‘Oh god,’ Ryan thought, ‘I think they must have noticed must my reaction. This is so awkward.’

He hesitated for a moment and then recovered his composure. “Would you like to meet my wife?” he finally offered. “She’s in the backyard doing some gardening.”

“Oh yes, please,” Aiko urged.

Ryan led the couple to the backyard where his wife was planting some flowers. She was on her hands and knees facing away from them. She wore very short shorts. Aiko and Gerald stopped while Ryan approached his hard-working wife.

Gerald’s eyes were fixated in the blonde’s ass. ‘Nice,’ he though, “I love those wide hips.’

Aiko elbowed Gerald in the ribs. “Down boy. Behave yourself,” she whispered.

“Nora, darling, we’ve got some visitors,” Ryan announced.

Nora looked up. She was just as surprised as her husband had been to see that it was the couple from the restaurant.

“This is Gerald and his wife Aiko,” Ryan said.

Nora removed her gloves and stood up to shake their hands.

The effervescent Aiko moved quickly. Catching Nora off-guard and smiling, she kissed her cheek. “Let’s be friends,” she said without preamble. She stepped back and then took Nora’s hands. “You’re so cute and beautiful. Don’t you think, hon?”

“Yes, she is,” Gerald said trying to sound as if he was just being agreeable like any normal loving husband would be to any equally normal wife.”

Nora turned to Gerald. He shook her hand firmly but gently while looking into her eyes. He saw a twinkle in her eye, which he recognized as a sigh of attraction to him.

“Don’t be shy. Give her a hug, Gerald,” Aiko urged. “You don’t mind, do you?” she said addressing Ryan.

Ryan was caught off-guard. Gerald did not wait for Ryan’s answer. He pulled Nora into his arms, kissed her cheek and pressed his body against her and embraced her for a few seconds. He was careful to make sure that he kept some space between his stiffening cock and her belly. His instincts told him not to repeat Aiko’s deliberately provocative hug. The couple was shy. Aiko could get away with her hug because she was a petite Asian woman. He could not do the same, he surmised, because Nora would likely take offense to such intimate contact on his part.

Aiko and Gerald offered to help their new neighbours. Nora and Ryan insisted that they could handle everything themselves. They said that did not want to impose on their neighbours. Aiko and Gerald insisted that helping them was no imposition. It was the neighbourly and therefore right thing to do. “We would feel like we’re being bad neighbours if we don’t help, even a little bit.”

The new neighbours acceded to them. Aiko helped Nora finish the gardening and set up the kitchen while their husbands moved furniture and performed other heavier work inside and around the house.

By late afternoon, after several hours of working in the heat, the couples were tired and sweaty. They decided to call it a day.

“Thanks a lot,” Ryan said sincerely. “You saved us a lot time.”

“No problem,” Gerald assured him.

“We’ve all put in a lot of work this afternoon,” Aiko chimed in. “I don’t feel like cooking. Do you?” she asked Gerald and their new neighbours. Before they could answer, she added, “Let’s get washed up and eat out. I think we deserve a break. Let’s go back to the restaurant where we met. This time we’ll sit together and get to know each other more. Okay?”

“Our treat,” Gerald added.

Nora and Ryan exchanged glances.

“What do think, darling,” Ryan asked his wife.

“Sure,” she agreed, “but I think we should treat them because they helped us. It’s only fair.”

“I agree with her,” Ryan said. “We’ll go to the restaurant on the condition that it’s our treat. Agreed?”

Gerald shrugged his shoulders. “Who am I to argue about free food? Are you okay with that?” he asked Aiko.

She nodded her agreement.

“Why don’t you guys come over around 6:00?” Ryan suggested. “That will give us enough time to wash up. We’ll go together in our car.”

* * *

A while later, the two couples found themselves in the restaurant. They discussed a wide range of topics during a long leisurely dinner. Nora and Ryan were about ten years younger than Aiko and Gerald.

Ryan was an accountant in another nearby city while she worked locally as a law clerk. They had rented an apartment located roughly halfway between their two work places. Because their workplaces were now in the same city, they decided that now was the time buy a house, partly as an investment, but mostly to reduced their commute. Aiko and Gerald gave them all kinds of suggestions and tips for living in a house, which Nora and Ryan greatly appreciated.

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Kate moaned as she kicked off her shoes, relishing the feel of being able to wiggle her poor aching toes she’d had crammed into the pointy toes of her stilettos. Glancing around the bar, seeing everyone chatting and laughing, she didn’t imagine anyone would notice. After hours of lecturing on her feet, she needed to get out of her heels, no matter how sexy they made her long, toned legs look.

Then, brushing her long, dark hair over her shoulder, before she could even open her mouth and order the cool glass of white wine she’d been craving, the bartender set down a coaster and of all things, a tall icy Pina Colada, complete with a temptingly juicy pineapple wedge sitting on the lip of the frosty glass, just begging for her to have a taste.

Curiously wrinkling her brow at where it could have come from, before she could even ask, he was pointing her to a familiar face. His lips curling up in that sexy smirk that always had the power to make her swoon. Just a few stools away, there he was – the biggest mistake of her life, as well as her biggest heartache. But it couldn’t really be him, could it? Jake was supposed to be out of her life, happily living in L.A., with his skank of the week, and not sitting in her favorite watering hole in New York, dangerously messing with her pulse from just a few feet away.

As he got off his stool and slid his gorgeous ass down right next to hers, she suspiciously narrowed her eyes and asked, “What are you doing here, Jake?”

With a shrug of his shoulders and a long slow once over that she swore she could feel to the marrow of her bones, still flashing that insanely sexy grin, he said, “Guess I just couldn’t stay away, Kate.”

Unable to resist the tall frosty drink sitting right in front of her for another second, giving into temptation, she took a sip from the straw, relishing the cool sweet taste as it slid down her throat. Finally turning her head, she murmured, “Then perhaps you could have tried a little harder.”

Chuckling, he leaned close, touched his lips to her cheek, and whispered into her ear, “C’mon, you know you love me.”

Choking on her next sip, fighting to catch her breath, her eyes flying open wide, she turned on him and blurted, “Love you? Are you out of your ever lovin’ mind? All we ever had between us was lust. And I think we can both agree on that. At least until managed to kill that, too.”

Barely wincing at that, blue eyes still merrily twinkling with amusement, dark sexy five o’clock shadow making him look hotter than any man had a right to look, Kate knew she was right. Despite the fact she’d wanted him with a passion hot enough to burn her alive from the moment she’d first set eyes on him, it wasn’t enough, not with how she couldn’t trust him any further than she could throw him. And perhaps they were simply destined to fail – no matter how wild the chemistry they shared.

Totally ignoring what she said, reaching out and running a finger a long her jaw, Jake asked, “Miss me?” Smiling, as he watched her shiver at his touch, just like she always did.

Cocking an eyebrow, turning to fully face him, Kate had to admit, she’d never seen a better looking man in her lifer. All that thick sandy-brown hair, carelessly tussled just the way she liked it, full hot, sexy mouth, that she’d always loved to savor, twisted into the wickedest grin in the world, that somehow made his eyes shine like sapphires – no matter how her heart raced at the sight of him, she knew she was better off without him. Away more than he was home, she’d never been able to trust him, and the sexy pics she’d found on his phone that time he’d forgotten it at home, had been the last straw.

No matter how great they were together at their best, she could never overlook his cheating. Which made her wonder why he was even here – surely, he could have any woman he wanted, so why was he still bothering with her?

But before she could even ask him, she felt a tap on her left shoulder and turning her head she had to fight not to groan. “Andrew,” she said, forcing a smile. “You’re early.”

Dropping a feather light kiss on her cheek, he said, “Thought we could grab some dinner before the opera, try that new sushi place I mentioned to you.”

“Opera?” Jake muttered, pulling a face. “You can’t be serious with this guy.”

Turning back to him, Kate said in a low hiss, “Please just go away, Jake. Can’t you see I’ve moved on?”

“Yeah, but with this guy?” he asked, eyeing his butt ugly brown tweed suit, and even uglier brown shoes with a shudder. And sniffing the air, he was sure he could detect the smell mothballs coming off him, which last time he checked was not exactly an aphrodisiac.

Finally Andrew looked over at Jake, waiting expectantly. Drawing in a breath, knowing she had no choice but to make the introductions, Kate said, “Andrew Cooper, this is Jake Travers. Jake, this is Andrew, my fiancé.”

Cordially nodding his head, Jake extended his hand. “Well, sex hikayeleri this is awkward, seeing as I’m her husband.”

Andrews surprised gaze instantly shot to Kate. “Your husband? Kate, I thought you told me you were divorced.”

“I am,” she said, turning and shooting daggers at Jake. “I signed the paperwork over six months ago when I walked out on his sorry cheating ass.”

“Funny story,” Jake said smiling, as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a manila envelope, “seems there was some kind of legal snafu, and we’re still married, sweetheart.”

“What the fuck?” Kate said before she could even stop herself. Her eyes the size of saucers, she mumbled dazedly, “You have got to be shitting me.”

Gently patting her hand, Jake said, “Believe me, I was as surprised as you when I found out. So, looks like we’ll need some time to sort this out.” Jake smiled up at the man staring down at him open mouthed, looking like a gold fish all wide-eyed, his mouth poised in a perfect startled circle. “Sorry, pal, but seeing as she’s still my wife, I’m going to have to ask you to back off – engagement’s over.”

Andrew momentarily forgotten, staring straight ahead, Kate muttered, “I can’t believe this. How could I still be married to you? It’s just not possible. I know I signed the papers. So legally we should be done.”

Jake tossed the paperwork on the bar. “Don’t believe me, look for yourself. Seems the papers were never filed, and now we’ll have to start the process all over again, providing of course, it’s still what you want.”

Turning and narrowing her eyes on him, Kate said, “Just show me where to sign to get this done.”

Chuckling, and shaking his head, Jake called out, “Bye Andrew, nice to meet you,” as he watched the other man walk straight out of the bar and onto the street without looking back. Then turning back to face her, Jake asked, “Were you seriously going to marry a guy that looks about as lively as a dead roach?”

Sitting straighter in her seat, holding her head high, she said, “I’ll have you know he has to be the most brilliant man I’ve ever met.”

Leaning close, Jake breathed into her ear, “That may be, but can he make you come so hard you scream – all night long?”

Swallowing hard at the image that evoked, Kate said, “As a matter of fact, Andrew and I decided we’d wait until after we were married to uh…”

“Get it on? Are you kidding me? Fuck, then the guy probably couldn’t get it up even with the help of a crane. Not that I’m not delighted to hear you weren’t doing the nasty with that guy, what I can’t understand is how the hell could he resist you, Kate. You have to be the hottest looking woman I’ve ever seen, and if he was willing to wait, I hate to tell you, but I’ve gotta feeling he wanted to nail it down before you discovered that he has some problems in the dick department.”

Then he held up a finger and curled it down like a flaccid penis, making her roll her eyes and mutter, “I promise you, Andrew has no problems in that area?”

“If you say so. So, you’re saying he was just into oral, then?”

Gasping she said, “Jake, don’t be so crude, of course not.”

“Oh, anal then, too, huh? Okay, I get the picture, a lot of action with a dildo and lube, but not much else.”

Finally, trying not laugh at his ridiculous attempt at humoring her, reaching for her phone, Kate said, “I have to call Andrew to try and explain. He must be upset.”

With a shrug, Jake muttered, “Didn’t seem like it to me. Guy looked like he couldn’t wait to get out of here. Maybe didn’t want it spread around that the woman he was planning to marry is still married to someone else.”

Glaring at the smug look on his face, she said, “Believe me, Jake, we won’t be married for much longer, at least not if I have my way.”

Slowly running his hand up and down her back, Jake leaned in close and murmured, “Well, I don’t mind telling you, I’ve sure missed you. And damn you’re looking good, baby.”

Rolling her eyes, Kate knew she had to try and ignore the way his touch was making her feel, like liquid heat spreading a delectable trail across every cell in her body. Making her wonder how just the heat of his hand on her back was enough to get her palms sweating – which was so not good. Shouldn’t she have been immune to him by now? Finally heaving a weary breath, she said, “Okay, Jake, how about you tell me what I need to do to finally make this divorce happen?”

Leaning close enough to press his lips to the corner of her mouth, for a teasing little kiss, he said, “You give me two weeks as my wife, and I promise, you still want a divorce, and I’ll see that you get one.”

Her eyes flying open she said, “Two weeks? You really are crazy. After what you put me through why would I ever give you another minute to do that to me again, never mind two whole weeks.”

Reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze, he said, “I need the time to prove you were porno hikayeleri wrong about me. I swear on my life I never cheated on you, Kate. I don’t know who sent those nudie pictures to my phone that you saw, but I promise, it’s no one I know. And I’ve never seen that woman before.”

Narrowing her eyes on him, Kate said, “So you’ve said. But I still don’t know why I should believe you. You were never home, Jake. Do you have any idea how many nights I spent alone in our bed wondering where you were and with who?”

Heaving a sigh, he said, “We’ve been over this. I was working – buying up land to open up bars in L.A., New Orleans and that first place I opened in Chicago, and now here in New York. You know I’ve been trying to grow my brand. And I’m happy to say it’s finally paying off, so I’ve been able to hire more people, and I don’t have to do it all myself. And I’ve got my newest location opening here this weekend and I’d love it if you’d come.”

Glancing down at their joined hands, Kate’s gaze landed on the ring on his ring finger. And before she could think, she said, “I can’t believe you’re still wearing your wedding ring.”

Nodding he said, “I’ve never taken it off. I married you for life, Kate. Now all I’m asking is that you give me one more chance to prove it.”

The little piece of her heart that had never stopped loving him wanted so much to believe him, and she had to admit, he did look sincere. His gaze locked beseechingly on hers, she just hated to think this was some kind of game for him. Still, if she got the divorce she wanted, she’d finally be free of him. And after what she’d been through, of course she wouldn’t allow herself to get tangled up with him again.

But then damn, out of nowhere, he cupped the back of her head, and took her mouth in the hottest kiss of her life and her resolve seemed to melt in the heat of their passion.

Finally, pulling back, after what felt like forever, her legs all wobbly and her heart beating hard enough she could feel it beating in her ears, Jake sounded like he was telling her from a distance, “Please, Kate, just give us two more weeks, and I promise you won’t regret it.”

Her fuzzy mind floating back in time – recalling how they’d met at a birthday bash for her best friend Jen, Jake had been tending bar, and when he saw her, grinning that sexy grin, eyes teasingly sparkling, he said, “I’d say you look like you’re a Pina Colada kind of girl.” And for the rest of the night, he’d plied her with one sweet, tall frosty drink after another, and no big surprise she’d wound up in his bed, loving every minute of it from the moment they’d hooked up, it had just been so perfect with him. And since they’d split up, she’d never had another Pina Colada. That was, until tonight, since couldn’t even look at one, without thinking of him. And on their perfect honeymoon in warm, sunny Hawaii, Jake had insisted on making her a giant one with local pineapple that they’d shared, just to remind her how they’d met.

Of course as impetuous as he was, they’d only been dating a few months when he got down on one knee on a romantic carriage ride in Central Park and asked her to marry him. And she’d impulsively said yes, unable to imagine her life without him. But not long after they’d tied the knot, he’d started working late into the night, and they’d gradually drifted apart. And then of course there were those nude pictures that had finally ended it.

But then again, if she agreed to this, she’d finally be free of him and be able to get her life back, so it might be worth the risk. So, she finally nodded and said, “Fine. Two weeks, then I want the divorce you agreed to.”

“Done,” he said, cupping her face in his hands and giving her a smacking kiss on the lips. Wanting to throw his hand in the air for a fist pump, Jake couldn’t believe he’d been granted a reprieve. Because since she’d walked out on him, he’d barely been living, and of course pretty much non-stop kicking himself for neglecting her as badly as he had.

Glancing down at her bare feet, he told her, “Get your shoes on, baby. We’re going home.”

Despite his time away, working on his business, since he’d never given up his condo, Jake smiled into her eyes as he unlocked the front door to their old place. She’d left him such a hurry that a lot of her things were still in the closet, so she’d have something to change into once she got out of her sexy black dress, unless of course she just wanted her clothes off, which he was a big fan of – seeing her naked again. Never really accepting the fact it was over, Jake could barely wrap his head around the fact that his Kate was finally coming home to him – just like he’d dreamed of.

Once he got her inside, after impatiently kicking the door closed, he pulled her into his arms, pinning her arms over her head and lowering his head, he made slow, sweet love to her mouth. His cock aching to get inside her, it had been so damn long, and although seks hikayeleri he couldn’t get enough of her mouth, he didn’t know how long he’d last if they kept this up.

Finally pulling back, both of them panting, reaching around her, he tugged at her zipper, smiling into her eyes as her silky black dress fell away. His eyes landing on the insanely sexy sight of her in her overflowing black lace bra and hip hugging thong, that barely covered the shaved triangle of her sex, he could hardly believe he was going to have her again. And fuck, he needed her, like he needed to breathe.

Wasting no time in lifting her leg and wrapping it around his hip he ground his cock against the damp heat of her pussy, groaning at the welcomingly familiar feel of her body in his arms as he savored her mouth. But as incredible as it felt, it wasn’t nearly enough. He needed them naked and he needed to get inside her – right where he belonged – buried good and deep.

Picking her up and carrying her over to the couch, looking down at his stunningly beautiful wife on her back, in nothing but the sexiest wisps of black lace, his cock nearly screaming to get at her, Jake murmured, “Damn, you’re gorgeous, Kate. And now I can hardly believe you’re really here.”

Reaching for him, already pressing his cock between her thighs, as she ran her hands through his hair, Kate whispered over his mouth as he slid the weight of his body over hers, “Too bad, this is as far as it’s going to get, huh? But if you remember, I agreed to give us two more weeks, but I never agreed to sex.”

His eyes flying open wide, getting up on his hands, glaring down at her, Jake growled, “Are you fucking kidding me, Kate? I’ve been going through the biggest dry spell of my life, just waiting for you to come back to me, and you think I’m going to be happy with just a good night kiss?”

Smiling slyly as she slid out from beneath him, finally standing looking down at him, she said, “Firstly, I find the thought of you holding back all this time too ridiculous to be believed, and secondly, if you hadn’t messed with those papers, we’d be divorced by now, so this -“she pointed back and forth at them, “—is never going to happen again. So, you’d better get used to the idea of us living sex free for two long weeks, buddy boy, at least while I’m here.”

Watching him blink his eyes in disbelief, she asked, “So, you want the couch or the bed?”

Deciding two could play at this game Jake stood up and stripped off his clothes. Doing his best not to smile as she hungrily licked her lips at the sight of his cock standing hard and proud and achingly erect – still throbbing for her. Giving it a few hard strokes, just to keep her eyes where he wanted them, he said, “Since you asked, I’ll take the bed, sweetheart. I’m sure you know where the linens are to make up the couch.” Then just before he walked into their old bedroom, looking over his shoulder, grinning at the fact her eyes were riveted to his tight, toned ass he said, wiggling his eyebrows, “But just in case you change your mind, I’ll probably be hard for hours. So, feel free to join me.”

Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Kate nodded, and heard herself mutter, “Sure,” although she wasn’t really sure of anything anymore, especially after seeing him like that – so long and hard and so fucking tempting.

And once he disappeared into the bedroom, she wondered why the hell she’d ever agreed to this ridiculous set up. Damn, she’d gone without sex for six months herself. And just the sight of him naked and hard was enough to get her so damn wet, she wondered if she’d make embarrassing squishy sounds when she walked. And now the victory she’d been patting herself on the back over, felt pretty hollow. So, maybe she wasn’t as immune to him as she’d thought. Because fuck her mouth was watering, and damn she wanted him bad.

So, deciding no harm in adding a little more temptation to the mix, Kate strode into the bedroom, and seeing him on his back, hands behind his head, the picture of serenity only belied by the fact that his thick cock was standing straight as a flag pole and nearly as long, she said, “Hope you don’t mind if I get a shower.” Then standing at the cupboard, she slowly slid her bra straps off her shoulders, then reaching behind to unclip it, she smiled as he sucked in an audible breath as she held it out and let it drop to the floor, freeing her ample breasts. Her fingers on her hips, she tugged down her thong, feeling a renewed sense of victory as he quietly muttered, “Fuck me,” as she pushed the lacy scrap down over lush ass, her toned thighs and finally past her feet, letting him have a peek at her juicy pussy and round pale bare bottom as she bent to retrieve them. Smiling over his shoulder, she shrugged. “Figured it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. I’ll try to be quiet while I while sponge myself off, just in case you’re tired and want to get to sleep.”

But then she saw him reach for his cock again, cutting short her little victory dance as he began to stroke all that long hard meat again, making her mouth water even more. Mindlessly tugging her nipples between her fingers, she murmured, “Guess it’ll be a long night for both of us, huh?”

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Kirsty possessed a carnal appetite the likes of which I never thought possible outside the covers of an erotic novel; it was quite simply, glorious! We seemed a perfect match and our steamy affair showed no sign of flagging.

My infatuation with Kirsty had turned into genuine affection and tonight, I told her that I loved her, the words that she had been longing to hear.

So, after six gruelling weeks of servicing Kirsty’s challenging sexual demands, and just when I thought our romance could reach no higher zenith, Kirsty dropped a name into our conversation that effected even more excitement in our lives.

We were enjoying a Saturday evening at home. Kirsty was being her usual teasing self and looking ravishing in a simple, grey button-through dress, that gave her the persona of a school teacher – and what a teacher!

“You know, Pete, until we met I had never known true happiness. Even the joy on my wedding day was nothing like the pleasure we have now.”

“That’s all in the past, sweetheart.” I comforted placing a hand on her thigh and sensing the gratifying thrill of a stocking fastening, a singular sensation that momentarily dispelled any doom-laden thoughts that lingered about our age difference.

I gazed longingly at her hint of cleavage and mused on the tantalising glimpse of lingerie straps, wondering what they might be attached to.

I had often asked Kirsty to wear a particular outfit for me, with of course my choice of accompanying lingerie, but tonight the selection had been hers, which led me to suspect that her lingerie was new, and bought without my knowledge. My reverie was disturbed.

“Have I ever told you about my friend Cathy?”

“No, I can’t recall the name.”

“Well, she’s the office manager, a few years older than me but still a very striking lady, you wouldn’t believe how sexy her body is. It was Cath that got me working out at the gym when I was overweight – long before we met.

Anyhow, Cath became a crutch for me, always there to lean on, always ready to listen to my woes and offer advice, and lend a helping hand. She was a real friend.”

“If we ever meet I shall have to thank her for turning you into the sex-crazed woman I’m in love with.” I nuzzled Kirsty’s neck.

“It’s funny you should say that, Pete, because I’ve asked her around this evening to meet you. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. I look forward to meeting another lady with a fabulous body.” My hands strayed to Kirsty’s full breasts.

“But, have we got time for …!

The door chimes interrupted.

“Answer your question. Hey what’s all this, you horny bugger?” Kirsty said grabbing my crotch as she rose. “Save it for later, I’ve got plans!” Kirsty went to admit her friend.

I got to my feet and adjusted my stiffened penis.

From the hallway there was the sound of whispering – presumably something that wasn’t for my ears. This was quickly followed by feminine laughter and the appearance of Kirsty and Cathy, linked arm in arm.

Kirsty hadn’t understated her friend’s glamorous image! Cathy did indeed have an eye popping figure, which was crowned by her short, blonde hair, styled and flicked to project at all angles and, like Kirsty’s, it reeked of expensive maintenance!

Side by side these two women looked stunning and sexy.

Cathy’s elfin-like form and grace was displayed to perfection by an extremely tight, short skirt coupled with a green camisole top and highlighted by dark stiletto heels. The fine silk accentuated her breasts leaving a compelling shadow on the material where her nipples jutted. I was brooding on this apparition when Kirsty’s voice broke across my silent appraisal.

“Pete, I want you to meet Cathy, my best ever friend. Cath, this is the man who has changed my whole life.”

“Hello, Peter, Kirsty’s told me all about you. In great detail, I might add.” She said winking an eye.

“Really, not everything, surely!” I joked.

I stepped forward, trying desperately not to glance at her breasts bobbling carelessly as we shook hands. Their sheer audacity and movement indicating a total lack of support; a theory that was born out when one of the flimsy straps slipped from her shoulders. She came closer and kissed my cheek.

“Oh, yes, everything,” She said looking me directly in the eyes and lifting the strap back into place. “I am so pleased you’re making my darling Kirsty happy!”

The women hugged in tacit agreement.

But the implication and directness of Cathy’s words were unsettling. I wondered, was she privy to all our sexual activities?

“Don’t look so embarrassed, Pete. Cathy loves to hear all about our salacious details.” Kirsty was really piling on the discomfort. “Don’t you, Cath?”

I looked at Kirsty.

Speculating on what specifics had been shared? What aspects of our relationship had been put under the sexual microscope? And, whether I should be feeling proud of myself?

There was further smalltalk and the women made themselves comfortable on the settee, again linking arms and türkçe altyazılı porno holding hands – an image I found not only compelling, but strangely erotic.

Cathy was having trouble keeping the hem of her skirt low enough to maintain her modesty – not an easy task – so she finally decided to sit with her feet tucked beneath her.

After I’d handed out the drinks and we’d toasted one another, I settled into an armchair to enjoy my debauched and hedonistic vision of two gorgeous women, who were so rapt and preoccupied with each other my presence was practically ignored. But that was immaterial. Just to be present at such a sybaritic exhibition of was sublime!

The conversation flowed as freely as the wine and I found myself becoming more and more enthralled at the sight and sound of animated, risque female chatter. It was staggering how Kirsty and Cathy were so at ease with each others physicality.

Was it a girl thing, or the wine feeding my fertile imagination, encouraging me to think the unthinkable about some close relationship they might have had, once!

I concluded it was too much wine and all that was happening was just two touchy-feely friends pleased to see one another. I also thought it wise to lay off the drink.

But I couldn’t rid myself of the notion.

A concept so assiduous and ridiculous yet …?

But, the seeds of supposition had been planted and were difficult to dismiss.

There was another feeling I couldn’t shake off, the sense of being intimidated by these two lovelies and their flamboyant affection for each other. Their combined sexual appeal and seductive mannerisms led me to believe the pair of them were trying to consciously subjugate me! A pleasant, yet bizarre erotic experience I found myself enjoying, thoroughly.

Logically, how I arrived at such an idea I don’t know but I determined not to fight the sensation and settled back to ogle Kirsty’s skirt riding higher and higher, and the lovely Cathy cede to her hemline struggle by allowing it to remain at whatever height it found itself, regardless of modesty!

But my blatant leering was becoming too obvious. So, excusing myself on the pretext of fetching some ice, I went to the kitchen for some much needed cold water to cool my lustful thinking.

My lengthy absence was eventually noted by Kirsty who came in search. Throwing her arms around my neck she asked.

“Well, what do you think, Pete, Cathy’s a real stunner, isn’t she?”

I clutched her backside and brought her closer.

“Since you asked, yes, she is.” I replied trying to be diplomatic. “But I wish she’d worn a bra and a longer skirt. Seeing you two sitting together is making me hot under the collar.”

Kirsty reached down and grasped the front of my trousers.

“Yes, I saw where your eyes were riveted and this is the result, eh? You’re a naughty boy, Peter, and I’ll deal with you later. But I’m pleased you’re aroused, I didn’t want you to think that I was totally ignoring you. Cath is a very demonstrative woman who can’t help letting her emotions get the better of her. We’ve been close for some time and I don’t want her to think she’s not wanted now that I’ve got you.”

“Mm, I had noticed how devoted and intimate you were.”

Kirsty went quiet, reflecting on my words.

“So, you dirty boy, it’s not just my stocking tops and Cathy’s naked breasts bobbling beneath her silk camisole that’s making you stiff, it’s the image of Cathy and myself as lesbians. Am I right?”

What could I say? Fortunately Kirsty hadn’t finished so an immediate reply wasn’t needed.

“Come on, you can tell me. Considering all our intimacy there’s no need to go all shy and embarrassed. So tell me, you think Cathy and I have been lovers, don’t you?”

Was Kirsty was teasing?

She didn’t seem angry about the implication, which made it all the more difficult to come up with an answer. My mind swam with countless scenarios. Finally, Kirsty jabbed me in the ribs.

“Come on, I’m waiting …”

“… And so am I.” It was Cathy’s voice from the doorway.

I looked over at Cathy wishing the earth would swallow me up, but Kirsty didn’t bat an eyelid.

Instead, she released her hold on me and went to join Cathy. The pair of them slipped their arms around each other and kissed briefly. When they looked back at me, their wicked smiles told me everything I wanted to know.

“… Do you know, Kirsty, Peter still can’t make his mind up about us.”

“I don’t think he can.” Kirsty replied moving behind Cathy. “So, shall we give him a hint?”

Kirsty slipped her hands beneath Cathy’s camisole and cupped her friends naked breasts, jiggling them and drawing out the impudent nipples.

My jaw dropped in disbelief at Kirsty’s outrageous and provocative behaviour.

“Ooh, baby, that is so nice, I’ve missed your touch so much.” Cathy sighed.

“Come on, Peter. Let’s put you out of your misery!” Kirsty said.

She spoke with confidence and in the knowledge that my domination xnxx had been secured. I had become enslaved to them! She and Cathy had me precisely where they wanted. Hand in hand the women headed for the stairs.

I watched them climb, looking back to see if I was following. It was when they paused to kiss again, this time with passion, that I began follow, each step filled in equal measures with excitement, trepidation and doubt.

My excitement was self-evident, the trepidation was the unknown and the doubt was whether I was about to become the victim of a huge joke!

Either way, I was beyond caring.

When I reached the open door of Kirsty’s bedroom, I paused and listened. From within came the urgent sound of Cathy’s wanton moaning.

Inquisitiveness overcame my reluctance to enter and I peered around the door to seek the reason for Cathy’s craving.

My gaze swept past her carelessly discarded skirt and came to rest on the two women standing before the full-length mirror.

Cathy’s entreating was apparent. I watched as Kirsty played her fingers across a pink satin triangle that barely covered Cathy’s pussy. The spectacle was absorbing and hypnotic, the eroticism breathtaking, as Cathy, in the throes of sexual pleasure, urged herself on Kirsty’s touch.

Eventually my presence was noticed and they brought a halt to their lascivious activity. Cathy, invited me to enter, making it sound more like an order!

I must have looked pathetic standing there.

In my naivety I wondered what should I do? What was expected of me? A few short weeks ago I’d met the woman of my dreams and in this very room had we had indulged in a multitude of spectacular sexual practices. And now that woman, and her lover, were inviting me to …!

The awkward silence was broken by the imperious Cathy who had perched herself on the edge of the bed.

“Peter, you look lost, yet you’ve been in this room dozens of times.”

There was no doubting her role as principal director in this tableau and my understandable nervousness escalated at the realisation!

I felt as if I should kneel in obedience, such was my feeling of enslavement to these two women.

Cathy crossed her bare legs and continued speaking.

“In fact, Kirsty has replayed for me, in precise and gratifying detail, many of your sexual escapades that took place here in this room. Oh, Peter, I did enjoy hearing about the two of you and yes, I was envious of all that sucking and fucking you performed on my sweet Kirsty. How you gave her orgasm after orgasm. And there’s me not managing to make her cum once! Peter, you’ve taken my baby from me and turned her into a cock-hungry wild thing.”

She held out a hand for Kirsty.

“But, I still love your pussy, too.” Kirsty interjected taking Cathy’s hand.

“When Kirsty described your first time together I thought it thrilling, I had her relate the episode time and again when she was toying with my clitoris”

Cathy’s words were incredulous.

I looked over at Kirsty my eyebrows raised questioningly.

“Peter, I discovered that a woman’s caress is sweeter by far and when the chance to suborn Kirsty came along. Well, I couldn’t help myself. But I’m pleased she has met you because I feel I am a part of your relationship, too. You must respect me for having honed her lust for your pleasure! I love Kirsty as much as you, Peter, something that will never change.”

Cathy kissed Kirsty’s hand.

“Wow, Cath, that was quite a speech. Not what I was expecting.” Kirsty was all happiness and smiles, “I’m sure Peter wouldn’t mind sharing me with you. What do you say, Peter. It’s a male fantasy come true, isn’t it? Think about it, one gorgeous Sappho, one bi-sexual female and a straight guy! Do you think you can handle it?”

I looked from one to the other my trousers straining from the throbbing bulge within.

“I think … ” I mumbled. “… I think, I need a drink!”

Kirsty threw her arms around me and we kissed hungrily, our tongues craving each other.

“Darling, if you’re not comfortable with all this say so.” She whispered in my ear. “Are you?”

“Completely.”

“Then so am I.”

From her position Cathy spoke again, only this time her voice was softer.

“That’s nice, but don’t you think Kirsty is wearing too many clothes, Pete? Undress her, slowly. Show me how tender you are.”

It would be my pleasure.

With the expertise of carrying out many such procedures, my fingers lighted on the first of many buttons that fronted Kirsty’s dress. Progressing from the top I undid each one, my heart thumping in anticipation of what lay beneath.

One by one I released them, and then kneeling, I finished the job, my servile position before the women injecting a certain frisson to the task.

That thrill was intensified when Kirsty slipped her arms from the dress and, with a dramatic shrug of her shoulders, let it fall to the carpet.

I was right, Kirsty had bought new lingerie, a black satin and lace basque that shaped porno izle her compelling body magnificently. Cathy couldn’t conceal her admiration either.

“Sweet Kirsty, you look amazing. Turn this way let me see you properly.”

Kirsty turned toward Cathy.

“Baby, you are adorable. Come over here and let me touch.”

From my kneeling position I watched the black satin of Kirsty’s panties stretch taut across her backside, as she bent to kiss Cathy.

I couldn’t resist the temptation and shuffled the few steps separating us on my knees. I grasped her lace stocking tops and buried my face in the luxurious sensation of fine satin, forcing the material deep into the valley between her buttocks.

Kirsty squealed in surprise and wriggled.

“Yes please, more of that, Pete.”

I swivelled around and sat on the carpet. Then, putting my head between her thighs and relaxing against the bed between Cathy’s knees, I found the perfect access to Kirsty’s cunt.

I savoured the redolence of feminine perfumes and the bouquet of Kirsty’s beautiful pussy, as it assaulted my nostrils, and proceeded to pleasure her in the manner she adored.

I had no idea what was taking place between the two women, but there was no doubting Kirsty was rejoicing in the arrangement.

The kiss of satin on my tongue was exquisite and the perception of her tumescent lips exhorted my efforts to please her. Soon, the intensity of the mood manifested itself and Kirsty’s juices turned the satin sodden.

She put down a hand to draw them aside, but the panties were too snug a fit and made for an uncomfortable compromise.

Cathy’s voice broke across Kirsty’s impatient breathing.

“What is he doing to you, baby?”

There was no reply, just an aggressive demand from Kirsty for me to complete her orgasm.

Kirsty’s ability to climax at will was astounding. An act so beautiful it defied description. There had been many occasions when, greeting each other for the first time in the day or on arriving home from work, she had demanded my touch to satiate her lust. And, within minutes she would be crying out and buckling at the knees, the inside of her thighs running with moisture.

“Come on! Come on!” Kirsty urged as a reminder to me. “Come on, you bastard. Yes, Yes, nowww …”

Kirsty’s thighs locked around my head as her spasms took root. the mouthwatering tang of ladies nectar flooding my taste buds, it was the moment I relished.

“You little bitch! You dirty little cow! You’ve just cum, haven’t you?” Cathy had a charming turn of phrase. “You dirty, dirty bitch! You’ve certainly changed. Why did you never do that for me?”

Cathy reached down a hand to feel Kirsty’s wet pussy.

“That feels so nice! Get up here, now! I want to taste that juice.”

Kirsty obeyed and climbed onto the bed, shuffling alongside Cathy’s prone torso until she was in a position to sit astride friends mouth.

Kirsty again pulled aside her wet panties, inviting Cathy to lick at the moisture that glistened and beckoned from her bloated pussy.

“Baby, you taste real nice.” Cathy mumbled.”

Using both hands Kirsty supported Cathy’s head pushing hard against it, writhing and hunting for something her clit could abrade.

“OK, Cath, it’s your turn. Now you can make me cum, and Pete, you know how to tease my other love tunnel.” She looked over her shoulder beseeching me to attend her.

“In a minute, sweetheart, in a minute” I replied still on my knees.

The claws of lust had buried themselves so deeply in me, they hurt. I would do anything to please these women.

I looked along Cathy’s suntanned thighs to where the pink satin was becumming darker – Kirsty must be really turning her on – and wondered if her pussy was as swollen as the triangle of material suggested.

Should I kiss it, or even remove the flimsy covering without Cathy first conceding?

I decided to leave well alone and concentrate on Kirsty’s second cummimg instead.

My vexed gaze took in Kirsty’s body accommodated within her basque, admiring the way it forged her figure. It was taunting me, aggravating my erection to the point of pain, the black satin panties clinging to the contours of her arse incensing my wretchedness further.

I knew what Kirsty wanted me to do; to titillate and finger probe her rear!

Although, I had never had my cock in there, it was only a matter of time before her uncontrollable passion demanded my entry.

She adored my gentle use of guile and tongue insertion at the precise moment of climax.

So, aroused and throbbing, the thought of Kirsty’s red lips around my rigid length appealed greatly. I stripped off and stood on the bed, my hungry cock wavering in search of a female caress.

The wonderful Kirsty instantly recognised my need and coaxed me toward her crimson mouth with gentle fingers.

I felt the pleasure of Kirsty’s glossy red lips slipping over the tip of my cock and her tongue probing the exposed eye in search of seeping pre-cum.

But it was to be a brief interlude.

“Help me out, Pete, please.” Kirsty pleaded.

I positioning myself to aid Kirsty’s orgasm. But, on preparing to kiss her rear, I had the sudden impulse to run my fingers along Cathy’s thighs and over her satin pussy, just to test her reaction.

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Thunder resonates throughout the night. Lightning flashes and I suddenly wake. My skin is on fire and I push back the sheets. I lie on my back and my fingertips trace the lines of my collarbone, brushing the thin strap of my black nightgown off of my shoulder. I turn on my side and the hem slides up my thigh. I hear the rain, cars splashing by, speeding through the night. Where are they going? I wonder.

I close my eyes and watch the lightning flicker through my eyelids. Suddenly, I know I am no longer alone. I hear my door open softly, and see a shadow enter slowly. You walk without hesitation towards my bed where I remain frozen. My heart is pushing hot blood into my veins and adrenaline is coursing through me. I can’t believe you are here. I blink, expecting you to vanish, but you continue your determined path towards me.

Before I have time to think you are on top of me, pinning my slender wrists above my head and crushing me with your weight. Through the thin fabric of my nightdress I can feel your hard chest, your heart beating into mine. Your breath and lips are burning into the hollow of my neck and I release a moan as you sink your teeth into my skin. Hard enough to leave a mark, but still gentle because you would never hurt me in a way I didn’t ask for.

You slide your hands down my arms and over my breasts. bakire porno You can feel my sweet little nipples grow hard under your warm hands and you smile. Pulling my straps down over my arms, you expose my tender, pink breasts and immediately enclose my right nipple in your mouth, sucking and licking gently and urgently. My fingers find their way into your hair and then down your strong back, digging my nails into the soft cotton of your shirt. You pull away from me suddenly and we sit up, though I am still underneath you. I lift your shirt over your head and throw it away, running my lips, my tongue, my hands all over your perfect skin. With a few sharp tugs, my nightgown is over my head and on the floor, and I am clad only in a small pair of sheer black panties…already moist from your touch.

Pinning me back down on the bed you attack my mouth with yours and I eagerly respond, tasting you deeply. I take my time with your lips, and you moan into me. We have waited so long for this, too long for this. Our bodies know one another, though they have never met in this way until now. I reach for your belt, and my nimble fingers have you released from your clothes in seconds. I slide your jeans and boxers down over your hips and off onto the floor. Taking control, I flip you onto your back evli porno and straddle you, my thighs gripping you. There is but one layer between us now.

I bend into your chest and inhale your scent. Your hands are sliding over my satin-like skin and I make my way down your torso with my lips. When I reach your hip bone I use my tongue to trace the lines of your muscles. I reach for your cock and it is hot and hard in my hand. I look into your eyes as I lean down…you are burning for me. I place my lips on the tip and circle my tongue around the head. With one more glance at you I slide you into my mouth in one fluid movement.

Just as quickly I am gone, and you watch me stand beside the bed. “Watch”, I say. With one hand hanging by my thigh, the other traces a path over my chest, down my flat stomach, and slides into the top of my underwear. Using both hands now I slowly slide those black panties down my hips, thighs, and calves until they drop to the floor. You watch their journey with amazement, and then focus on my naked body.

I am everything you want. I turn slowly, so you can see my finely sculpted back and perfectly round ass. I climb back onto the bed and with one swift movement you have me pinned again, this time with every inch of my skin touching yours. “Take me”, I whisper, and fake taxi porno that is all the encouragement you need. As the lightning flashes again you slide your hand slowly down until you are parting the lips of my pussy with your fingers. You feel the wetness, you can smell my scent and spreading my legs with both hands you can see me, waiting for what you know I need. As you slowly slide your thumb up and down my clit, I beg you to fuck me.

You guide your thick cock to the entrance of my pussy and slowly slide in. I am so tight, so warm, so wet. You completely fill me with your cock, and I moan with ecstasy. Suddenly, you flip me over so I am on top of you, and I take this as an invitation to pin your arms above your head and put my skin flush with yours. I slowly slide you in and out of me, letting you feel every inch. I find your lips with mine and one hand grips your back, my nails digging into your tattoo. You grip my hips and guide me upright, letting me feel your cock pushing into me. We make music, rhythm with our gleaming bodies.

I sit on top of you and you take in my high breasts, my shining eyes and dark hair. You watch me slide two fingers down to caress my clit while I ride you. Your fingers dig into my ass, bruising the flesh. I know you are about to come and I feel myself coming with you. I slam onto your cock and feel you explode inside of me as I convulse and writhe in wave after wave of long-awaited pleasure. I collapse onto your chest and my lips rest on your neck. You wrap my hair in your fingers and I let our hearts find the same beat, just like I knew they would.

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You present yourself to me for our night out. You look divine in your short black and white cocktail dress, skirt flared, flirtatious neckline with most pleasing sightlines to your cleavage, and a hint of rosy nipple if you are not careful. High heeled white pumps, white stocking ending where?, your hair as gorgeous as always, your perfume intoxicating. Pearls embrace the soft skin of your neck, matching earrings that dangle a bit, just to tease.

I spin you around pirouette style, enjoying the skirt’s reaction to the centrifugal force, as well as your hair, but most of all your delight in showing yourself off this way. You are a real head-turner tonight, my luv.

And to prove it, the attention to the lady on my arm as we enter the patio dining room is readily apparent. Both men and women pause to gaze. And it ain’t me they’re looking at. Wide eyed gentlemen, smiling ladies, tacitly acknowledge that aura of beauty and sensuality that you exude for all to admire.

We sit at our reserved table. To your right, my left, the view is fabulous. The second tier of the timing area is below us, allowing us a pleasant view of the diners as they enjoy their libations and late supper offerings. Beyond this patio, stretches the beach, bedecked with tall swaying palms, rustling with the evening breezes wafting in from the Caribbean blue sea. The gentle rush of the surf keeps a stead soft rhythm to our dining conversation. We are sitting in paradise.

Our waiter, a young black man with an incredible smile and very correct manners, suggests a cocktail from the array of local favourites. I go for my craving for the local rendition of a mai tai, while you succumb to his luscious description of a yellow bird whistle. Our drinks are produces forthwith. We enjoy them while chatting idly about today’s events, tomorrows planned adventures, the idyllic atmosphere,

We order our meal from an eclectic menu of tropical fare. The scallops seem just right as your choice, while I select some hardier fare . . . the chef’s swordfish specialty. Both entrees served with orange/pineapple flavoured tossed salad, delectable mini-croissants, asparagus spears.

On occasion, our hands touch as we chat about whatever. The energy between us as our fingers grace each others skin is electric. I enjoy watching you sample your delicacies, the tidbits sliding unto your sweet mouth, your tongue capturing all of the succulent tastes from your honey lips. From time to time you notice my admiration and prolong the effect. The excitement of being with you builds.

The wine with our meal is a dry pinot noir, subtle and fresh, with a hint of grapefruit and rose petal in its finish and bouquet. A second sampling is de rigueur.

Our enjoyment of fine food and wine has allowed us to gradually morph into a mellow but engaged mood, very much in tune with each other, relishing the opportunity to flirt across the table in sometimes innocent, sometimes suggestive ways. The connection of sensual energy is most positive, the anticipation of what the night will hold palpable.

Dessert is offered and accepted . . . they feature table-side flaming creations of cherries jubilee or crepes suzettes . . . it seems somehow appropriate to indulge in the former, which we do. Our waiter is well trained in the arts of flambe cooking, and before long we are enjoying the fruits (pun intended) of his labour. The succulent cherries seem oh-so-right as we savour the view of each other biting down on each purple orb, squirting the sweet brandy-laced juice into our mouths.

Our türbanlı porno view has been enhanced during the course of the evening by a spectacular panorama of colour-changing sky. As the sun sets over the expanse of ocean, both sea and firmament take on a variety of hues of pastel pinks, oranges and golds. The setting sun, a fiery ball before disappearing into the deep, leaves an afterglow of fading pastels on the horizon. The evening dusk is welcomed by a gradual display of tiny lights, both within our dining area, and along the coast line, up and down the beach as far as the eye can see. The warm evening zephyrs compliment the mood we are in . . . content with life for the moment, enraptured with each other’s company, and with a growing need for release of the sexual energy now pervasive across the table. The look of love, and lust, in our eyes, is hardly deniable.

Our table is cleared, coffee and liqueurs are offered and enjoyed. We move our chairs around so that we are now side-by-side, facing the evening sky as the last remnants of day slide down the horizon. Our hands entwine, feeling the heat. We cannot be still, fingers stroking, caressing forearm smooth skin, enjoying the light touch tips exploring. Hands move to caress in secret areas, your palms moving along my thighs, feeling the reaction to your exploration as you massage along the front of my slacks. I, in turn, cannot resist sliding my hand up under your skirt, finding with delight the contrast between silk stocking and bare thigh, and delighting even more at the dampness of your thighs, the heat of your sex encased in the shear covering of your panties . . . which are outrageously soaking in your juices of desire, in spite of yourself. I chuckle and whisper in your ear that I think you have been having a good time so far.

We notice a small group of musicians gathering in an alcove of the terrrace below, setting up for a night of background entertainment for diners and dancers. A group of young black men, with a lady black singer, steps up on a platform of two risers to be more visible . . . two percussionists, piano, base, saxaphone, plust the vocalist. The men are dressed in a variety of colourful “Mandela” shirts, the lady is a soft white summer dress, semi-shear, gathered just under her bust to accentuate her fabulous figure. Her hair is braided/beaded a la African women, her voice soft and sultry, her eyes smoking and sensual.

Shall we dance?

The band starts into its repertoire of rhythm and blues, samba and salsa, a variety of song styles and themes. We watch at first, as one, then several couples cave to the need to move to the pulse of the bongos and base. Our resistance, if we ever had any, is gone as well, and the intoxicating music soon has us on the floor below, strutting our stuff. We are captured by each song, in endless ways, jive or tango or rhumba or quick step . . . we are up to the task, surprising each other at how natural we seem together, how we flow to the different rhythms, and know just what to do. We dance, we improvise, we spin, we cruise across the floor.

The night grows darker and deeper, but our energy on the floor is not abated, and the southern breezes lighten and refresh as we continue to be captured by the need to move our bodies under the band’s magic spell.

The population of couples starts to thin, until, at last, we are the only pair remaining. And yet, we have almost been oblivious to others from the very start, wallowing in only the sensations from blowjob porno the music, and the look and feel of each other as we dip and swing and whirl and grind.

Now alone, we barely perceive the gradual slower pace of the selections. Each new tune, softly voiced by her magnificent phrasing of each melody, combines the song and the rhythm to render us into an almost trance-like state. Now, I we hold each other, the senses seem to be magnified . . . the touch of your skin, the heat of your body next to mind, the aroma of your warm flesh, the sound of your voice in my ear, the sensations on the back of my neck as your hands play there . . . this is heaven, but heaven not yet realized to its fullest extent.

The band is now playing just for us. Each song now offers us opportunities to connect even more closely. We dance tightly together, moving as one, your breasts pressing into my chest, your sex feeling the swelling in my slacks, my hands sliding down to the tops of your cheeks and marvelling at the motion of your muscles as you glide with me. Our eyes meet, our lips touch, just briefly, my mouth moves to your ear, the nape of your neck, back to your face, your eyes, your cheeks, your lips. Gentle caresses of love and rapture. I am enjoying the rising of your breasts as your breathing grows heavy. I am enjoying the reaction of your hips as I press my swollen shaft against your sex. I am enjoying the moans that are now audible from your ruby lips as I move against you, as my hands caress your shoulders, back, and down to your beautiful ass, pulling you in to me even closer.

I need more of you. Need to feel more of your flesh. Need to feel you move against me in urgency. Need to meet your growing passion with a deserving response.

We dance one more song this way, our hands circling and pressing, sliding and probing . . . our lips teasing, our eyes reflect the raw power of the lust that is now overtaking us.

I take control, and turn your body around, so that you are now facing away from me. I draw you close, feel your cheeks grind into my loins. My hands enjoy the swaying of your hips, before moving up to your breasts, pressing them upward with my palms, cradling them, massaging them, aware of the pointed extensions erect against the material of your bodice.

Our mini-orchestra is enjoying the spectacle of two lovers totally into their music, and each other. Nods of approval, smiles of understanding, like a green light to play out a fantasy with their musical accompaniment. My hands move to your neckline, and slowly slide inside to fondle the bareness of your full breasts, glistening with sweat. Your moan of approval as I slide the top of your dress open, exposing you the the night air and the onlooking band, is audible. Now massaging your breasts openly as our accompaniment looks on, I circle each nipple, enjoying the spasm each touch creates, appreciating the motion of abandonment to the pleasure that you convey by rolling your head back. I kiss your neck, whisper in your ear, tell you how much I love what you do to me, and how I intend to show you my appreciation in carnal terms. Your arousal at being made love to and exposed right there on the dance floor is incredibly exciting. We both know how much your juices are flowing imagining the sight that we have created for all to see.

We now are dancing in an almost trance-like state. My hands move across your breasts, teasing your engorged tips, brushing them gently, the loving them more intensely, enjoying the reaction esmer porno that my handiwork brings. As I hold you this way, I feel your buttocks pushing back against me, your hips moving back and forth, your cheeks trying to capture between them the now fully erect cock straining against the fabric of my pants. We move this way, oblivious to everything except our own bodies, our motions to the rhythm, and the music which compels us to continue our blissful journey. The band, aware of our musical love-making motions, encourages us with smiles, nods of approval, and a continuation of the pulsing beats that drive us on. They are, no doubt, enjoying the occasional glimpse of your milky tits, now fully visible when my hands are not protecting them from view.

Our urgency increases. The warm and intoxicating persperation from your body makes your skin gloriously slick to the touch. I slide one hand down your arm, down to your waste, then down under the hem of your dress. To my delight, your ass checks are lewdly bare, allowing me to enjoy the bare texture of your hot flesh. Your thong, soaking wet and tight up into your cheeks, provides you with little protection from my probing fingers. Slippery from your thighs drenched in sweat and pre-cum, first one and then two digits slide easily into the prize that I am after, your heavenly and incredibly swoolen cunt, gaping open as if demanding erotic violation. Your pussy lips seem to greedily suck my fingers up into you. Indeed, your hips move in a new motion of arousal, sweeping down and up in an attempt to full capture the extend of my fingers probing you, fucking you, violating you, right there on the floor. As I pump you, my thumb moves to molest your little button, outrageously prominent and distended from its little hood. You shudder as finger you there, and have no choice but to give in to the feelings of lust sweeping over you. You cum for me, right there, on the dance floor, soaking my fingers with your issue as you spasm with joy and lust. Your thighs press hard against my hand as your full orgasm envelopes you. Your moan is joyfully apprecaited by your musical audience. And yet, your continue to sway, never losing the pulse of bongo drums softly applauding your display.

But now my own needs are running out of control. As you continue to move to the music, you feel the bare flesh of my shaft replacing my fingers. I slide my cock up between your puffy lips, bending slightly to gain access to your honeypot, slick with your ejaculate. My hands move to your hips, leaving your delightful breasts fully exposed, as I pull you back against my throbbing prick. I proceed to fuck you, right there on the dance floor, pumping my flesh into your, feeling the heat of your pussy greeting me as you move to be completely impaled. I can’t hold back. I desperately need to fuck you, to cum inside you. You envelope me with your sex as my heavy balls release their milk, exploding into spurt after spurt of sticky spunk deep up into your cunt, drowning you, filling you, completing you. You lean hard against me as I tremble and ejaculate my flow, claiming your sex for my own pleasure. My moans give testament to the pent up lust being released inside you.

I slide out of your warm nest, allowing our spunk to mingle and ooze down onto your thighs, dripping down to the floor, a gathering pool of lust, covering my cock and balls as well as your wet pussy. I turn you to face me, kissing your lips softly yet fully, in gratitude at how amazing you are, how sensual you are in expressing your need so completely and openly. The music comes to an end as the band applauds our particular style of dancing. It is time to depart to our bungalow, where my tongue will be active in making sure that your body is completely washed and refreshed before we drift off into deep and contented sleep.

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Traveling for Business

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“Traveling for business isn’t as fun as it sounds,” I say as I accept my drink from the bartender and hand him my credit card. “It gets very boring, really.”

You nod and smile and are caught in awkward moment of decision – to continue our already five minute conversation or take the conversation in another direction. You shift slightly and take your attention back to your friends. We’ve covered where I’m from, what I do for a living, how long I’m in town, now what?

“Do you travel often?” you ask, having made your decision. Your friends are talking about music, watching basketball.

“I do. Usually alone. This time with my boss.” I point to the cute, middle-aged guy sitting at a huge table, pounding away on his laptop.

You’re checking him out and I can almost see what you’re imagining I do with my boss on business trips.

“Do you have fun together?”

“We have a lot of fun together, but he is gay, so not that kind of fun.”

You blush slightly, give me a sly smile, and we laugh. I feel an instant attraction to you and a slight pool of wetness growing between my legs.

I excuse myself and take my drink to sit down at the big table with my boss. I know you watched me as I walked away. You watched the way my black dress hugs my hips, followed the line of my calves down to my black heels. Even though I wanted to look back, to watch you staring, I didn’t.

Thirty agonizing minutes pass as I review meeting agendas and the plans my boss and I have set for our meeting with our client tomorrow.

“You suriyeli porno know what Bob, I’m going go upstairs for a little bit and make a few phone calls. Will you be here when I get back?” He nods, shuffles papers, and returns to work.

At the bar, I order a bottle of water, hand him my credit card and as you turn to say hello, I simply say, “1263.”

I hear you tell your friends you’re going to step outside and call home. Something about a leaky pipe, three phone calls from your wife, have to call before she gets mad.

It is a big beautiful lobby and I can hear your footsteps on the marble floor following a short distance behind me. We don’t acknowledge each other when you catch up to me at the elevator door. We step in and a little old lady catches the door and steps inside with us. I roll my eyes, smile, and look down to see a perfectly defined bulge through your jeans. Bigger smile.

Finally, the 12th floor.

You place your hand on my ass as we exit the elevator and follow me closely to my room. The door closes and I’m pleasantly surprised as you pin me to the wall. I like your aggression, your forcefulness. We’ll be a good match.

You kiss me hard as your hands move up my body, to behind my head, your fingers wrapping tightly in my hair.

“I’m going to fuck you, you know that, right?” I say as you pull away slightly.

You let out a low growl which sends shivers of pleasure through my body and you kiss me again. With one hand still in my hair, twitter porno you quickly unzip your pants and free your cock. As my hands move to touch you, I release a low gasp of sweet surprise at the nice, long, thick cock waiting for me. I smile through our kissing, and I shove your jeans down so you can step out of them.

We move quickly to the bed and without a word, I’m on top of you. “I want you this way”, I smile, lifting my dress over my head.

Your hands move to feel the fabric of my bra, your fingers tracing the curve of my breasts over the top of the cup and the way my nipples poke through the fabric. You slide my panties to the side and slide your finger up and between my lips, moaning a little at the amount of wetness you find.

“Off,” you say about my bra and panties, so I stand over you and remove them both. My breasts spring free and I enjoy spreading my legs for you as I step out of my panties.

I’m leaving my heels on. I love watching the look on your face as you take me in.

I straddle your legs and after a quick kiss, I work my tongue down your body. From your neck to your nipples to your belly, as your rock hard cock pokes me, begging for attention.

I kiss your hips, your thighs and with one solid lick, I move over your balls and up the full length of your impressive shaft.

My hand moves in sync with my lips as I suck the tip, and stroke your shaft. I’m purring loudly, gyrating my hips, wanting the lovely cock I’m sucking in my pussy. My eyes travesti porno are locked on yours, and I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

You pull my hair slightly to get my attention, and breathlessly say, “Fuck me.”

I move forward to position myself over your cock and, leaning forward, let you kiss and suck my nipples. I love the attention of your mouth as your hand leads your cock into me. I slide down easily and “fuck, yea,” is the only thing I can manage to say.

My back is arched, my head back and I’m grinding into you, feeling your balls pressed into me as I soak them with my dripping pussy. I love hearing the wet, noisy sounds of you filling me, withdrawing, and filling me again, the grunts and groans of pleasure coming from your mouth.

You sit up quickly, and attack my neck with your lips. I wrap my legs around you and the way your cock is moving into me, in short deep thrusts, is bringing me close to orgasm.

My arms and legs are wrapped around you and my tits are pressed hard into your chest. I pull you closer as I feel your balls tighten and that lovely twitch of your cock inside me. I’m instantly gone and let go to wave after wave of incredible orgasm. My muscles are squeezing and pulling your cock, milking it to release a full load of cum deep inside me.

And when you do, I move faster, cumming again, spurred on by your moans, your kisses, and your trembling, sexy body.

You lay back and I stretch across your chest for a few moments. I’m tired but energized. I kiss you sweetly and get up to get you something to clean up with. We’re dressed and ready to leave in just a few minutes.

In the elevator, I tell you I’m in town til Tuesday, and as you walk back into the bar, a little distance behind me, you rejoin your friends and I don’t look back to watch you watching me.

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Eganville, North Carolina was the kind of small town where everybody pretty much knew everybody else. It was safe and quiet…boring some folks would say but for a lot of residents it was the way the Country used to be, and they liked that.

Tom and Arlene had known each other since kindergarten and began dating in high school. In 1970, when they were both 19, they married. Tom had surprised most everyone when he decided not to carry on working with his Dad at the family hardware store but went to work with Mr. Harding as an apprentice electrician. Arlene had always been good at math and worked in the accounts department at the local supermarket.

In 1976 Tom applied for a job with Deacon Electrical in Detroit and was offered the position. It was a big move for the couple but they were determined to adjust to life in a big city. Arlene soon found work at a supermarket very close to their apartment and could walk to work in ten minutes. There were no children and they soon built a network of friends and became comfortable with city life.

Tom’s job required him to spend time away from home depending on out-of-town contracts and sometimes he was only home on weekends for several weeks at a time. Although she missed Tom, Arlene was seldom lonely; she had Vanessa upstairs in 302 and they went to the movies a lot. Life in the city also exposed them to things they would never see or hear in Eganville and they realised how ‘small town’ they were in many ways. Arlene saw the prostitutes dressed so provocatively and the adult movie theatres downtown and was fascinated by what she saw. She would question Vanessa about what these girls did for how much and about the movies and wanted all the details despite being disgusted by it all. Tom’s eyes were opened to the whole new world of sexual ‘guy talk’ among the men on the job and became increasingly curious about their conversations concerning cock sucking, eating pussy, anal sex, lesbians and bisexuals etc.

Tom and Arlene had never been sexually adventurous and their lovemaking was routine and repetitive. Arlene seemed almost indifferent to sex and never initiated it. Tom had been content to bounce on top of her for a few minutes until he ejaculated but now, after listening to his colleagues he thought about putting some of what he had heard into practise. He got home late one Friday night after being away all week and after a shower her walked into the living room naked with a strong erection. Arlene looked at him and headed down the hall to the bedroom. She undressed and lay on the bed and waited for Tom to mount her. Instead he lowered his head between her legs and touched her pussy with his tongue. She immediately pulled away, “What are you doing?” she shrieked.

I want to lick you there, the guys at work talk about it all the time, they say you will enjoy it,” Tom replied.

“I’ve heard of such things from Vanessa. It’s what those men do with prostitutes and it’s disgusting.”

Needless to say there was no amorous activity that night. Their life settled back to its usual pattern and although Tom occasionally tried over the years to interest his wife in different aspects of sex, cunnilingus, fellatio and anal, she remained firm in her disapproval of such activities to Tom’s growing frustration. Secretly he fantasized about watching her with another man but he dared never mention that. The man he had in mind was very well hung and she would suck his huge cock before he spread her legs and tongued her pussy until it was sopping wet with excitement. Tom would watch as the man rubbed his massive erection over her pussy lips and clit then force his way inside and fuck her until she screamed from one climax to another and pleaded for more in a wild sexual frenzy. The man would finish by filling her pussy full of cum or jerking off all over her face and into her mouth. On some occasions Tom would imagine her being fucked in the ass and this gave him very strong masturbatory ejaculations. He loved Arlene very much however, and tried to put his sexual desires and fantasies to the back of his mind and get on with their otherwise good life together.

The internet came into Tom’s life about the time Arlene began a lengthy and difficult menopause. Their sex life dwindled to nothing and Arlene seemed content with that. Tom began searching porn sites and found an outlet for his desires in watching women who looked similar to Arlene being fucked in every orifice by big cocks. After a while he realised he was just as interested in the huge erections as he was the women and wondered what it would be like to jerk and suck a big, hard dick. He began chatting on-line with other men with similar interests and found a kindred spirit in John. John was two years younger than Tom and also married. Their stories were alike; wives not overly interested in sex and a recent bi-curiosity from watching porn. They arranged to meet at a hotel bar and after a couple of drinks agreed to get a room.

In the hotel room both men were nervous masturbasyon porno and not sure how to proceed. John suggested they watch porn on the TV and they sat separately as they watched two well-hung studs with a large-breasted black girl.

“Perhaps we should get undressed,” Tom proposed, almost apologetically, and they proceeded shyly to remove their clothes.

They stood naked, separated by a few feet and looked at each other. Their cocks were not fully erect but Tom saw instantly that John’s endowment was much bigger than his own and felt a surging in his own. He began to fondle his growing erection and John took his own member in hand and jerked it back and forth, exposing the huge head from under the foreskin. “Shall we?” he said, motioning to the bed.

They propped pillows against the headboard and lay back side by side stroking themselves. On the TV screen the black girl was pounded by one guy while the other fucked his buddy in the ass but Tom’s gaze was focused on John’s erection. It was now fully erect, as was his, and he could delay no longer the moment he had fantasized about. He reached over and his fingertips danced over the bulbous knob. John removed his hand and Tom explored the length of the shaft and balls beneath. John returned the favour and the men masturbated each other as the black girl received a load of cum over her face. John turned the TV off and straddled Tom. He directed his knob onto Tom’s then moved it down the shaft and onto his balls. Bringing the two dicks together with both hands he jerked them back and forth. Tom just lay back enjoying the new and exciting sensations and saw that John’s cock was a good four inches longer and half as thick again than his. He thought of it in Arlene’s mouth, pussy and forcing its way into her asshole and erupted all over John’s cock and hands. John continued to rub his erection over Tom’s softening dick, spreading sperm on his balls. Tom felt an overwhelming urge to suck John’s cock. “Stand up,” Tom said.

John stood and Tom knelt in front of him. The huge cock was just inches from his face and he could see it bob up and down as blood surged through its bulging veins. He held it with one hand and moved forward and licked around the head. He could taste the saltiness of his own cum and wanted to taste John’s. As his mouth accepted more of the dick one hand jerked the shaft and the other cupped John’s balls and caressed them. John began thrusting his hips back and forth and Tom felt the urgency in the cock driving towards his throat.

“Oh yes, yes, oh,” John groaned and a flood of hot semen flooded Tom’s mouth and throat. He pulled his dick out and jerked the last of his load over Tom’s face.

This was the first of many meetings the men had in the hotel although it never progressed further than mutual masturbation and oral. They did experiment with different ways to achieve orgasm: jerking off over one another’s cock, ejaculating in a sixty-nine position, rubbing along the others ass crack and shooting a load onto the back and cheeks and using the mouth as a pussy and thrusting in and out while holding the head. Tom’s thoughts were always split between the enjoyment of the moment and the fantasy of his wife being fucked by John and other men with big endowments.

After Arlene went to bed, usually around 10:30, Tom would often go downstairs to the family room to watch porn and masturbate. He arrived home one Friday afternoon after being on an out-of-town contract. He and Arlene went out to dinner and when they got back home Arlene said she was tired and was going to bed early. Tom didn’t mind, he was horny and was eager to watch porn and play with his cock. He made himself comfortable, logged on to his favourite site and opened his pants and took out his already-hard cock. After a half hour or so he was getting close to ejaculation. On the computer screen two young men had taken turns fucking a mature woman. As one man fucked her the other straddled her face and she tongued his balls while the other man sucked his cock. He was lost in his fantasies, pretending the woman was Arlene when he suddenly got the feeling he was not alone. His heart thumped wildly as he stopped jerking his dick and looked around. Arlene was standing there in her robe.

“How long have you been there,” Tom sputtered.

“Long enough, I couldn’t sleep.” She pointed to the computer, “This turns you on?”

Tom thought for a moment that seemed unending to him before deciding to let the chips fall as they may and told her about his sexual frustration, John and his fantasies of her.

“I couldn’t sleep because I have something to tell you. I know menopause was tough on you, it was also tough on me and when it was over we seemed to have lost all physical aspects to our relationship and I don’t think either of us knew how to get it back. Vanessa opened my eyes to sex but I thought you were no longer interested in me. I love you very much but I have been seeing someone mature porno for quite a while now.”

There was a long silence before Tom responded. “I see…who is he…do I know him?”

“Someone from work…er…it’s Jason from the office.”

“Jason! He’s only about twenty-two, how long has this been going on?”

“Just over two years. He gave me a ride home because it was pouring rain and I asked him in for a coffee. I dropped a spoon and when I bent over to pick it up he came up behind me. I felt his hardness pressing against my bottom and he told me how he had wanted me for a long time. Before I knew it we were in the bedroom and his penis was inside me. It’s big and felt so good. Since then we have seen one another frequently and I have experienced many new things, oral and anal sex and multiple orgasms. I love it all and when you’re away he comes over two or three times a week and sometimes he stays overnight. He fits you’re fantasies, his cock is huge and we fuck all night sometimes, I’m sure you would like him. I’m not like I used to be…I love sex, all kinds of sex. We could have a lot of fun together.”

The silence lingered as each took in the revelations they had just heard. Tom rose from his chair and, as his pants fell to the floor, Arlene saw he was fully erect again. “Come here,” he said and they embraced, kissed and had sex like never before on the floor of the family room. He ate her pussy for the first time and she sucked his cock before he came quickly and copiously inside her. They were like young lovers who couldn’t get enough of one another and the weekend was full of sex but they also talked a lot and realised they had both grown sexually in various directions and were prepared to accept where the growth had taken them. Neither wanted to give up their new-found interests and decided to take a few days to fully discuss it.

The following week the couple talked more than they had done in years. Tom told Arlene how for many years he had wanted to see her with another man and she had to admit that the thought of men playing with one another’s cocks in her presence was erotically exciting to her. Tom had made plans to see John on Friday so it was agreed that Arlene would invite Jason over to the house. They would tell them of recent developments and of the decisions they had made.

As Tom prepared to meet John at the hotel on Friday night Arlene was ready for her evening with Jason. Tom thought how erotic and horny she looked dressed in a short, tight skirt, thin blouse, stockings and high heels. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties; she said that Jason liked her pussy, ass and tits free for him to fondle. He fucked her that way also, slowly removing her skirt and blouse as the evening progressed but always wanted her to leave the stockings and heels on…it was his fetish and made him very hard.

Tom met John in the hotel bar and told him about the events of the week then they made their way to the room. “What’s in the bag?” Tom asked John seeing the small overnight bag he was carrying.

“It’s a surprise,” John replied with a sly grin.

John went into the bathroom while Tom undressed, lay back on the bed and found some porn on the TV. He was already fully erect from the excitement of their earlier talk and the porn and began playing with himself. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened and John appeared and placed something on the bedside table. He was wearing a black garter belt, stockings, high heels and open-crotch panties. Tom had often masturbated while watching cross-dressers on his computer and had always found them very stimulating. He had mentioned this to John some time ago but never imagined he would see his friend dressed this way. He had nice legs that looked even better in stockings and heels and his big cock stuck straight out through the panties as hard as it could be, he was obviously also highly aroused by their discussion in the bar and the outfit he wore.

“Time to take it to the next level,” John said as he stood at the foot of the bed, “I thought you would like this.”

“Oh my, let me look at you,” Tom replied slipping off the bed and into a chair.

John paraded around the room while Tom wanked then sat on the edge of the bed. He leant back on one elbow and both men watched each other masturbate. Tom stood and brought his cock close to John’s and their hands swapped places. Tom had never known John’s cock so hard, it felt like a thick steel rod and he knelt between his legs and lavished his tongue and mouth on it. After a while John got on all fours and Tom fondled his ass, cock and balls from behind, the touch and look of the nylon stockings and panties increasing his own excitement.

“Here,” John said, handing Tom the item he had placed on the bedside table, “do me!”

Tom saw it was lubrication and knew what it was for. He had never before considered this but now it seemed just a natural step. He moved forward and tongued John’s shaved anus and milf porno balls, his own erection ready to burst, while steadily jerking his friend. He lubricated his cock and John’s ass then nudged against the tight hole. He pushed against slight resistance then felt a tight, pleasing warmth envelop the head of his cock. Deeper he went, thrusting into John’s ass with force while John stroked his cock and moaned as he heard Tom’s grunting and felt the hot fluid flood his colon. Tom withdrew and John stood beside the bed to receive Tom’s eager mouth on his super hard cock. It didn’t take long for several powerful spurts to splash over Tom. They showered together, fondling soapy semi-erections and ball sacks before heading for home.

Arlene was still up when Tom arrived home, sitting on the couch in just her stockings and heels. Her legs were splayed and she was playing idly with herself with a look of a woman who had been well and truly fucked. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her fingers made wet noises in her pussy.

“Jason agreed,” she said as Tom knelt between her legs and removed her fingers.

“So did John,” he replied and sank his tongue into her wet gash and tasted Jason’s cum. He was hard again and came much quicker inside his wife than he thought he might but the idea of fucking her just after another man had done so and the feel of his cum on his own cock was too erotic for him to last long.

Arlene secured the straps on her bright red stilettos that matched her fishnet stockings and wet-look leather cincher. She checked her appearance in the bedroom mirror then put on a silk robe. Tom’s cock pulsed convulsively as he looked at his wife and thought about what was to happen in less than thirty minutes. This was the night he had fantasized about for years. He would get to see Arlene fucked not by one but two men. John and Jason would arrive soon and he couldn’t wait to see their big cocks stuffing her holes. Arlene was also excited, they had spoken of little else than tonight all week. Apart from having three men attending to her she wanted to watch the men with each other. When she had told Jason about her husband and John he confessed a secret desire to play with another man and John was, of course, very excited about being part of a foursome.

John arrived about three minutes before Jason and introductions were made. Polite, nervous conversation followed until Arlene stood and announced, “Well, I guess I’ll break the ice,” and removed her robe and threw it aside. The three men sat on the couch and leered as she paraded in front of them and displayed herself. “Come on, let me see those hard dicks,” she taunted then turned, spread her legs and bent over.

As the men took in the lewd view of Arlene’s ass and pussy they could see how excited she was, her labia lips were parted and a wet, dark pink gash was begging to be filled. They unzipped their pants and exposed their erections. Tom saw that Jason’s cock was even bigger than John’s and couldn’t resist taking hold of it then felt John’s hand on it also…there was plenty of room for both. Jason was sitting between Tom and John and he took hold of their dicks as they watched Arlene wriggle her ass about and finger her pussy. She stood and looked at her men for a few moments then positioned a chair in front of them, sat in it and spread her pussy wide. The air was tense with sexual excitement; Tom had imagined his wife like this for years but never thought he would see it. She knelt in front of Jason and took his massive pole into her mouth and the other two cocks in her hands. After sucking him for a while she moved on to John and finally, Tom. They pulled her onto the couch, hands and tongues exploring her body. Tom held John’s cock and directed it into his wife’s mouth, Jason got between her legs and Tom jerked his huge dick then steered it into her waiting pussy. He sat back in the chair and watched his wife being fucked by two oversize cocks and loved it. John and Jason changed positions then it was decided to go up to the bedroom. Arlene stopped a couple of times on the stairs and was groped and mauled and she fondled any cocks that were within reach. Jason bent her over then sat on the stairs just below her and ate her pussy. His big cock lay twitching on his stomach and John took it into his mouth while Tom sat below John and sucked his cock. When they finally reached the bedroom Arlene lay on the bed and opened her legs wide. John immediately mounted her and gave her a good hard fucking for five minutes then Jason took over and then Tom. He had never known Arlene so animated and vocal during sex, she squirmed and flailed her legs about, clawed at their backs and asses and screamed and moaned for them to fuck her harder.

“I want to watch you guys,” Arlene said after Tom had rolled off her, “show me what you and John do, Tom.”

John got on all fours and Tom knelt behind him. Arlene jerked Jason’s cock as she watched her husband rub his lubricated dick over John’s ass and push it in. It excited her and her hand moved rapidly over Jason’s cock. “Stick your dick in his mouth,” she said to Jason and he climbed on the bed and straddled over John and Tom eagerly sucked his big erection. Arlene fingered herself then came over and masturbated John while sharing the oral duties with Tom.

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Author’s note: Before you drag your keyboard onto your lap and write a comment, remember just three things. 1. This is fiction. 2. This is fantasy. 3. This is a fictional male’s fantasy as I expect he might tell the tale, exaggerations and all.

*****

Dying was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Maybe I should explain. A number of years ago, before I turned thirty, I picked up a book lying on a table at my girlfriend’s apartment. It was a short discourse on how people react to other people and how different approaches affect them. The premise was that how people experience you transforms how they treat you in return and that different people have different triggering experiences of you.

There are a number of different approaches that will result in positive responses. The trick is to know which approach is the best with each person. Fortunately, there are only a few primary methods to gain a person’s trust.

For example, many people are positively influenced by affirming their words and deeds. With these people, feeling accepted is experienced as good feelings and the person offering the positive feedback is immediately liked and trusted. Another person may respond to receiving gifts. The trick is to know what motivates the person and provide the appropriate inputs.

I borrowed the book and eventually broke up with the girlfriend. Gifts were her big thing and inconsistent with my small income.

I got pretty good at reading body language and offering the proper social offerings to each person. I practiced for so long it became natural to me. It was amazing how my associations with my friends, relatives and even strangers improved and flourished. The system worked with both men and women.

Unfortunately for me, I discovered my primary requirement was touch, physical touch. Touch is a touchy subject. The ability to offer the appropriate words or deeds to someone is socially acceptable and easy to provide. Touch, on the other hand, crosses a social line. Many people don’t like to be touched and it’s difficult to know without potentially disastrous results.

For me, shaking hands became a crucial element in meeting new people. Watching each new acquaintance as I shook their hand became a focus of my attention. How they shook hands told me a lot about whether further touching was possible. For instance, if they shook hands firmly or prolonged the handshake, it was a positive signal. On the other hand, if they had a limp handshake, extended their hand at arm’s length or looked away while shaking told me to forsake further contact.

I also learned by watching each person interact with others. I learned a cheeky air kiss while leaning in was less inviting than a hug and a full body hug was really positive.

I found that women who liked to hug were my best opportunities for dating and, when I added showing real interest in their conversation, looking at them and nodding appropriately, the relationship blossomed.

Beginning with the handshake, I was able to progress to touching an arm, a hug, handholding over dinner and exploration of their naked assets. None of them lasted very long. Eventually, everyone had something irritating in their, or my, personality and one us opted out of the relationship. Fortunately, the sex was great, while it lasted.

In every case, however, I was the pursuer. I don’t remember a time when one of the women actively made me the object of their interest, until I made the first move. Fortunately, dying changed all that.

Two years ago, I was on the golf course when lightning struck a nearby tree. It came out of nowhere, a clear sky, no thunder and, bang, I was flat on my back, unconscious. I was in the hospital for five days, three of them in a coma. The doctors told me my heart had stopped on the course and if my caddy hadn’t known CPR, I would have died.

I recovered at home for another two weeks before I tried to socialize again. When I did, I went to my usual watering hole and sat with the blonde bartender. Monica listened to my story with the appropriate nods and smiles. We had a history that hadn’t ended well but, somehow, we remained friends although we agreed never to be physical again, ever. During the conversation, I noticed an especially attractive earring she was wearing. I reached out and lifted it to see it better. While I held it, and her ear lobe, I complemented her on the beauty of the bauble. She smiled and thanked me for the complement. Touching her hand and then her ear lobe, seemed more tactile, even tingling, than previously, but I thought nothing of it at the time. The rest of the evening was uneventful and I went home alone.

I was back three days later. Monica was her usual friendly self. A good bartender and a great listener. Four days after that, she still a good bartender and great listener but seemed to spend more time at my end of the bar than usual.

By the tenth day, Monica was spending all her time talking to me. She was getting complaints from others at the bar minyon porno and was late in serving the customers. She was different. More touching. More involved. Sexier. About three hours after I got there, she leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I need to fuck you, soon.”

Her break relief came in about a half hour later. On her way to the back, she passed me and whispered, “Follow me.”

I did. Why not? I had nothing to lose and based on how she was acting, everything to gain. She’d been very clear about her intensions and I hadn’t been laid since before playing golf.

We went into a small, empty office in the rear of the building and she locked the door. She was on me before I could comment. She kissed me without hesitation and had her hand on my crotch at the same time. I leaned on the only desk and she had my cock out and in her hand, and mouth, seconds later. When she was satisfied I was ready, she stood up, lifted her dress, pulled down her panties and leaned over the desk. “Now,” was all she said.

I entered her from behind and pumped away. I didn’t last long. I apologized but she shook it off. “You’ll do better next time,” she said as she pulled up her panties and straightened her skirt. She left the room with me standing there with my limp cock poking out of my pants and dripping on the floor.

I organized myself and returned to the bar. Twenty minutes later, Monica came back on duty. I had another drink and stood up. Monica winked at me as I left.

At home I thought about what had happened. I couldn’t figure it out. A week later, I was back in the bar. Monica was her usual self. She acted as if nothing had happened and I didn’t bring it up. Her comment about “next time,” seemed forgotten.

I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Eventually, I remembered the difference in the feel of touching her although I couldn’t believe there was a connection.

I was back in the bar again three days later. I experimented with touching Monica’s hands as often as I could without seeming forward. Monica showed no change in mood. A week later, Monica was wearing another attractive set of earrings. I complemented her and touched one, and her ear lobe. Ten days later, we were in the office again.

I was completely mystified.

I experimented touching many of the bar regulars. I shook their hands and hugged them. I touched them on the arm or shoulder. Nothing developed, either immediately or after two weeks.

The next time I was in the bar, I noticed a cute brunette as she came into the bar. I’d never seen her before but I noticed her demeanor as she greeted several men and one woman as she walked to a booth on the wall.

Monica walked over and took her order. I took the drink from Monica and walked over to her booth. “Hi, I’m Tim,” I said as I put the drink on the table and out my hand to shake hers. She looked up. “Thanks,” she said. “Linda.”

“Mind if I sit down?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“I haven’t seen you here before,” I said lamely.

“I haven’t been here before,” she replied.

“Then, why today?”

“I needed a change of scenery.”

“Well, I hope you find it here. You go a long way to sprucing up the place.”

“Thanks. I’ll take that as a complement.”

“Complement intended. I like your earrings. May I take a closer look?” I asked.

“Sure. Why not? You seem like a nice fellow.”

I reached over the table as she leaned in and turned her head. I took the earring in my hand and simultaneously touching her ear lobe. “Thanks. I think I know someone who would like earrings like those. Can you tell me where you got them?”

She told me, I thanked her and excused myself to return to my usual seat at the bar. Monica already had my drink ready. As I sipped my drink, Monica asked, “You know her?”

“No, but I think I’d like to.”

Monica punched my arm. “Always on the prowl.”

“Maybe. We’ll just have to be patient. You’ll be the first to know.”

“Monica,” I said, “are you up for a little experiment?”

“Depends,” she responded, “on the experiment.”

“It has to do with the back office.”

“If you mean us in the back office, I enjoyed it both times but I can’t explain it.”

“I think I can but I need your help to be sure.”

“Does it mean a walk down memory lane?”

“It does if I’m right.”

“I can risk it, I think.”

“Okay,” I said. “Lean over and let me see your earring.”

Monica leaned in and I fingered her earring and her ear lobe.”

“Done,” I said.

“That’s it?” she asked.

“Yep. Now we wait,” I said.

It was eight days later before I was back in the bar. Monica came over to me, carrying my usual drink. As she placed it in front of me she commented, “That woman you were talking to last week was in here looking for you yesterday.”

“Thanks. That’s very interesting.”

“I’ve other news for you,” Monica continued.”

“I’m listening,” I said.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about you the last couple of days. olgun porno Can you explain that?”

“Not yet. I’ll be back day after tomorrow and we can talk more.”

Two days later, I came back to see how Monica was doing. She was waiting for me. One of the other bartenders grabbed me and told me, “Monica’s been pacing like a caged tiger all day. Do you know what’s going on?”

I shrugged my shoulders and took my regular seat. Monica was in front of me before I was comfortable. “I’m going to take my break now. Meet me in the back office, now,” she ordered.

I went to the office and left the door open. Monica was less than thirty seconds behind me. She came in and locked the door. She wasted no time in opening my trousers and working my cock with both hands and her mouth. When she gauged that I was suitably erect, she pushed me into a chair, lifted her skirt, pulled off her panties and climbed on top of me. My cock slipped easily into her pussy.

While she was grinding on me, I unbuttoned her shirt and lifted her bra above her breasts. She shrugged both off completely as I fondled, licked and kissed her tits. She leaned back while I fondled and kissed. Soon she was approaching her rapture as was I.

She leaned back, let out a silent scream and came forcefully. I followed suit soon after, filling her with my ejaculate.

We sat there, Monica with her head on my shoulder, until I slipped out of her. She stood and cleaned herself with some tissues from the nearby desk. “Why do I think your experiment was a success, but I still have no idea why or how. Care to explain.”

I stood, rearranged myself and fastened my pants. “Here goes. A while ago, after my accident, I discovered my sense of touch was different. It took me a long time to figure it out, but I believe I can touch a woman, I haven’t tried it on a man, in a way that they’ll want to have sex with me sometime later.”

“It has to do with my ear lobe, doesn’t it?” she asked.

“Yes, and every other woman’s ear lobe that I touch.”

“And it never fails?” she asked.

“I don’t think so. It seems to be a ten day interval between touching their ear lobe and then the rest of their body.”

“Well, I like experimenting, especially now that I’m forewarned. I hope you don’t mind if I force my ear lobe on you once in a while.”

“Sounds terrific to me but we should plan more carefully. There has to be better venues than this office.”

“Agreed,” said Monica as she left the office.

I returned to my seat at the bar and continued to sip my drink.

About ten minutes later, Linda, the brunette from ten days ago, came into the bar. She looked around, saw me sitting at the end of the bar and came up to me. She looked at me intensely. I offered her the stool next to mine and she climbed up and sat.

“I’m glad I found you,” she started. “This is going to sound awfully forward. I can’t explain it but I want to have sex with you. It’s become an obsession over the last couple of days. It’s really stupid, but I get wet just thinking about it.”

I took her hands in mine. “I really appreciate the complement and, given your enthusiasm, I don’t see how I could refuse,” I replied.

“Come with me,” she said as she climbed off the stool and took my hand. “I live nearby.”

“Another experiment?” commented Monica. I nodded as Linda led me from the bar.

Linda led me three blocks, walking at a pace I found it difficult to match, to a three-story apartment building. Inside, she started up the stairs. “The elevator is too slow,” she exclaimed.

Inside her apartment, on the third floor, she closed the door and turned to me. She threw her arms around my neck and began to kiss me, her tongue immediately exploring my teeth and palate.

When she came up for air, I said, “Linda, I’m all in on where you’re headed, but can we slow down and enjoy some of the finer moments on the journey?”

“Okay,” she responded, “but I want to feel you inside me sooner rather than later.”

She led me to her bedroom, pushed me down on the bed and began to disrobe. I watched as she removed all her clothing and was standing in front of me naked. She was bouncing up and down like a schoolgirl expecting a puppy for her birthday.

“Don’t you want to come out and play too?” she asked.

I stood up and she helped me undress. I took her in my arms and kissed her again, with passion and the promise I knew she needed. I kissed her breasts and pushed her back on the bed. I kissed down her body and to her damp clitoris. All the while she was bouncing and trying to pull me on top of her.

I realized I was going to have to satisfy her immediate needs before I could properly enjoy her body. I slid up on her and, with her legs hanging off the bed, pushed my erection between her anxious labia and into her. She pushed back and pulled my body on top of her, forcing her breasts into my chest and kissing my neck. Within minutes she was convulsing and discharging fluid on me and şahin k porno down the side of the bed.

That took the edge off. I lay there, on top of her and slowly backed out of her. I still had an erection thanks to my encounter with Monica.

“Wow,” she said. “That was unusually strong but I want the rest of it as well. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

“Okay,” I said, “but this time let me control the pace.”

I crawled up on the bed and moved her alongside me. I pushed her hair out of her face, avoiding touching her ears, and began to kiss her neck. I held her breasts in both hands as I kissed her nipples until they were as erect as my cock. Her movements told me all I needed to know. She wanted more.

I kissed down her torso and settled my lips on her clitoris. I used my tongue to move her clit in small circles while I slipped two fingers inside her. I worked with her using my mouth and fingers until she had a small orgasm.

I knelt between her legs and slipped my erection back and forth on her moist lips and then slowly inside her. I supported myself above her with my arms as I buried myself deeply inside her and began to move in and out. She matched my movements, trying to get me deeper into her each time I pressed forward. Soon, I could sense she was getting close. So was I. She began to quiver. She was saying, “Yes. Yes. YesYesYes,” as I pumped into her. She began to thrash as she neared completion. Her vaginal muscles were clinching and releasing me in concert with her movements and taking me with her. I think we came together. I emptied myself in her as she spewed more fluid over me and the bed.

We lay there sometime before she moved. She sat up next to me and pushed me on my back. She took my limp penis in her hand. “Poor you,” she said as she began to kiss and swallow my cock. I suspected she wasn’t through yet. As might be expected, I responded well to her ministrations.

When I was fully erect, she straddled me and slid down on my erection. She rode me like that a while, until I sat up in front of her, lifted her up and turned her over on her stomach. I lifted her hips until she was on her knees and entered her from behind. I reached a hand below her and gathered a glob of fluid from her dripping pussy. I rubbed the fluid on her rectum until I could slip a finger into her ass. She responded well, encouraging me to push both fingers and cock into her.

I sensed the feeling wasn’t new to her. I slowly slid my cock from inside her. She objected for a moment. “No. Don’t stop,” she cried. I pressed against her anus and easily slid into her ass. I was right as she cried, “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”

I moved one hand beneath her and slid my thumb into her pussy while rubbing her clit with my fingers. We moved together, we panted together and we howled together as we slammed together. She squirted all over my hand as I pumped semen inside her ass before we collapsed on the bed together.

We lay together, holding each other gently as the euphoria wore off. Eventually, we got up, I got dressed and we said our goodbyes. The last thing I said to her was, “Come by the bar again sometime,” as I fondled her earlobe.

I was positive my earlobe touching was real and reproducible. I needed one more experiment to be one hundred percent sure. I needed to find someone who I was reasonably certain did not have sex on her mind, ever. I needed to find someone who was older, well past menopause, and, either a widow or a wife with a husband that never considered sex a possibility in their relationship.

I found the perfect subject at the opening of an art gallery downtown. I my search, I frequented theaters, museums, fundraisers and other social events attended by the upper echelons of the city’s residents. Most of the attendees were older women, wives of the super rich, patrons of the arts and contributors to the many causes helping the less well off around the world.

Mrs. William Smithe was the perfect candidate. She was in her sixties, well endowed and impressed with her status. In other words, a stuffy old lady. Every time I saw her, she was alone. I never saw her husband although the society pages mentioned him frequently. When I saw her at the art gallery, I made my move.

I approached her when she was alone with a cup of tea in the back of the gallery. “Mrs. Smithe, how good of you to come,” I said as I shook her hand. She looked at me pompously. She had no idea who I was. “I really like your earrings,” I said as I touched the one on her left ear lobe. “Thank you again for coming,” I said as I walked away.

When I looked back, she was holding her left ear and staring at me. Probably checking if I had stolen the earring. I left the gallery and went home to wait.

Ten days later, I put on my best dark suit and tie and I went back to the art gallery. The place was almost empty. I attracted immediate attention from the manager who began to follow me around making noises of approval or disapproval as I examined the offerings one by one. When he became bored with following me around, he approached. “May I help you, sir?”

“No thank you. I was here last week and I thought I would look around without the crowd. I see you have some new works. I would just like to browse by myself, if you do not mind.”

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I was born male, but both physically and emotionally I was more female. I went out of my way to – just barely – avoid being regarded as a sissy by my peers growing up. But after I hit puberty I never really developed the physical characteristics associated with manliness. By age 18 I had reached my full height of 5′,6″, and was small boned and delicately built. My jaw, for example, remained small and heart shaped, and I developed breasts. I first experimented with cross dressing at that time. Then, the worst thing I could imagine was being a “queer.” I masturbated constantly, but assured myself that I must be straight because I was so turned on by the gorgeous naked women in the magazines I used as visual aids. Of course now I realize that I was actually Identifying with these women.

One afternoon, when I was 18 and my mom was at work, I wandered into her room and began rummaging through her dresser – her underwear drawer in particular. She had an array of lacy and string bikini panties. Impulsively – I was naked and was beating off – I put on a pair of black string panties. Almost without thinking, like I was being guided by an invisible hand, I applied some of her red lipstick to my pouty lips, and looked in the mirror. I was shocked; instead of seeing the plain little boy I was used to seeing, there was a sexy looking woman! A thrill ran through my entire body as I slipped into a pair of her high heeled pumps, and I walked to the full length mirror to view myself. I ran my fingers through my thick blonde hair, teasing it up, and what I saw made me shoot a load all over the mirror.

From that day on I was hooked. I would wear her lacy silky underwear, shoes and lipstick all the time she was at work, and jerk off several times. And I never had a learning curve walking in heels; I was a natural, and never stumbled or had my ankles turn in. Thing is, the minute I’d shoot my load, I’d be disgusted with myself, and make excuses why I had done what I had done.

During high school I never had a girlfriend. I was extremely shy around girls, none of whom ever really showed an interest in me anyway, due to my plain boyish appearance. I met my wife online through an Asian dating site. Her name was Emi and she was really gorgeous, a real girlie-girl. I knew I could never get a wife like that in America, but girls from the Philippines wanted to come to the U.S. and would pretty much marry anyone to do it. After a year I was able to bring Emi to the U.S. and we were married.

It was Emi who cherried me. She on the other hand had led a very active sex life from the time she was young. kürt porno She was surprised that I was nervous and actually reluctant to have sex with her, and gave me a really strange look. She began talking about living as brother and sister. But after our first fuck, all that went away. Soon we were fucking all the time. I was 23, and she was 20. But my problem was, every time we fucked, I was fantasizing about being a woman in bed with a man!

Within a few months my true nature began to leak out and Emilynne began questioning me about my sexuality. At first I feigned outrage, but when we were in bed, having sex, I grew weak, and began confessing bit by bit, some of my fantasies. Emi was supportive and didn’t judge me, but she began dressing in revealing clothing and openly flirting with guys when we went out. At first I was angry, but then began urging her to be sexy and tell me about the things guys said to her. If she mentioned a particular guy, I’d probe her about what it was she liked about him – that sort of stuff. When I got laid off from my job, Emi expressed interest in getting a job. She had been a dancer in the Philippines, and one day, when I was looking through the Help Wanted section, I saw a club that was hiring “waitresses.” I began getting hard, thinking about Emi doing that. I showed her the ad and she called them. They told her that it was a bikini bar and to be sure and wear high heels to the “audition,” as they put it.

The place was called the “Ace of Spades, and they gave her the address and an appointment for 2 p.m. that day. After she left I beat off to internet porn until she called. She had been hired and they wanted her to start immediately. Long story short, the job was less about waitressing and more about hostessing. The girls were expected to entertain the clientele – sit with them drink with them, encourage them to buy drinks, etc. And after the midnight the place became members only, and I found out that the girls danced nude on the bar, and took men into the bathroom for private sex. It was a whore house. Emi was totally unashamed by this and began bringing home more money than I had ever had in my life. I stopped looking for work, and spent my days masturbating to porn online.

The fact that the Ace of Spades was a black club got me interested in interracial porn, and I soon began fantasizing about being a woman again. I went to Walmart and bought a pair of high heels – red and black 6 inch pumps – and some red lipstick and green eyeshadow. One really scorching July afternoon, around 4 p.m. I decided to go to an adult ladyboy porno bookstore to check it out. The route to the adult bookstore took me right past the Ace of Spades. As I drove past I saw a group of gangsta looking black guys out front. when the door opened I heard the loud blast of rap/Hip hop music, and I got a hard on just knowing my wife was inside. I watched as a petite white girl with a shaved head made her way inside. She was wearing a halter top and jeans, and the black guys were howling as she went inside.

The adult bookstore was about half a mile down the street from the Ace of Spades. I bought 5 bucks worth of coupons and went into the arcade in the back of the store. It was very dark, lit only by red dim bulbs, and it was a long corridor lined with private video booths. as the corridor went on, you could either go left or right. There were a couple of men hanging around in the dark corners, smoking cigarettes, despite the No Smoking signs. I got a booth and went in, locking the door behind me. I was wearing flip flops, shorts and a tank top. When I masturbate I always do it nude. So I quickly undressed and began watching some interracial porn. After a while something caught my eye; it was a hard cock sticking through a hole that had been cut out in the wall of the booth. I didn’t hesitate, I knelt on the floor and began sucking that cock. I heard a groan and felt the hot splash of liquid and the taste of fresh semen. It was so weird and strange, but I swallowed it all. I got back on the bench – I was so HOT after sucking that cock – that I jerked off and shot cum all over the place! Once I came I was so embarrassed and ashamed! I quickly dressed, ignoring that another cock was sticking through the hole, and almost ran out of the store. I got outside and the bright sunlight and stifling temperatures hit me. I drove home, past the Ace of Spades, my head reeling with conflicting emotion. I had sucked a fuckin’ COCK! what the fuck was WRONG with me??

When I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had done; I was a queer – a faggot. I was so disgusted with myself. But then I found myself in bed, my laptop showing porn – a sexy white girl taking care of a hot black man – and I had a hard on again. I jerked off for about 15 minutes and I realized that I was going back to the adult arcade. I hurriedly dressed and within a half hour, I found myself naked in the same booth, this time prepared and desiring for what was to happen. By now it was almost 6 pm and there were a lot more men in the arcade. This place was located in a very latin porno seedy, ghetto part of the city, and there were a lot of blacks there. I heard a noise and looked at the hole. I could see someone looking at me. I pretended not to notice, but seconds later the doorknob on my booth wiggled, followed by a knock. I reached over and unlocked the door. It cracked and I saw an older black man wearing a suit looking at me. I was nervous and just kept watching the porn.

He stepped in, closing and locking the door behind him. I was sitting on the bench, completely nude as he stood in front of me, massaging the lump in his pants. I reached over with my small hand and squeezed his bulge. I unzipped his pants and reached in and pulled his hard on out. I got down on my knees and tasted it, then put it all in my mouth. He unbuckled his pants, allowing them to drop to the floor. He was wearing boxer shorts, and I pulled them down and began giving him a hot slobby knob job, feeling up his iron hard thighs, lowering my head to suck on his balls. As he got more horny he got a little rough and took my ears in his hands and began fucking my head violently. Suddenly his legs began to tremble and he shouted out, emptying his load into my mouth – LOTS of cum! I had to struggle to swallow it all! He pulled up his pants and quickly walked out of the booth without so much as a word. I stayed until past midnight, sucking so many cocks. I had a couple of men who were trying to fuck me, but I was afraid of that, so it would have to wait.

The next week I bought a tube of Anal-Eze, which is a lube with a topical anesthesia in it. I was determined to get fucked in the ass! Believe it or not, my first fuck was a black guy with dreadlocks – and a 10 inch COCK! As I was blowing him I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He said he only wanted a blow job, but I was persistent, and I kept begging him to do it. He told me he’d do it, but once he began he wouldn’t stop. He said I had better be sure. I was scared, but I promised him I’d take it all until he came. He had me lay back on the bench and he raised my skinny legs up over his buff shoulders and I felt his dick at my ass hole. He had me pinned down with his weight, so I couldn’t really move, and he began pushing it in. I began to panic, and tried to move but I couldn’t, and I cried as it broke into my cherry anus and slid into me. Because of the Anal-Eze, the initial entrance wasn’t too painful, and once it was in it began to feel divine! He fucked me for a minute then came into my asshole. I was in heaven. Now I was no longer afraid to do anything! I began to spend all of my nights in the arcade, and while I was giving blowjobs and getting fucked, about a half a mile away, so was my pretty little Filipina wife! And that’s how my life as an adult bookstore sissy began. In a matter of weeks I began wearing high heels and lipstick.

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Pauline, Simons neue Welt, Teile 210 – 212

Vorbemerkungen

Mein Name ist Jahna und ich bin im realen Leben seit langem, seit ich 18 bin, eine echte, selbst gewollte, ganz reale Sklavin, 24/7/365, meines HERREN und in vielem ist meine eigene Geschichte der von Pauline sehr ähnlich. Deshalb bekam ich von meinem HERREN den Auftrag, neben meinen sonstigen Aufgaben und meiner Erziehung, nach allen Teilen von Paulines Geschichte im Internet zu suchen und ihre Geschichte zu sortieren, mit eigenen und „ausgeborgten” Texten zu ergänzen, Teile meiner eigenen Gedanken und Autobiographie einzubringen und in einen zeitlichen zusammenhängenden Verlauf zu bringen. Das Original, die Originale, lassen sich überall im Netz finden und sollten genauso gelesen werden, wie meine eigene Version und ich danke Claude Basorgia, Daniel Fuchs, Schwarzkorn, Ulf Schleger, Tatjana Banz, Zweimald, um nur einige zu nennen, und allen, die sich bisher eingebracht haben, für all die Mühe und Inspiration, die sie aufgewendet haben. Pauline ist eine fortlaufende, immer weiterwachsende, zu ergänzende und ausbaubare Geschichte und ich würde mich freuen, wenn andere sie sich ebenfalls weiter vornehmen und genau das tun. Diese Geschichte ist sicher voller sexueller Extreme, ganz sicher nicht politisch korrekt und ganz sicher nicht feministisch, aber es schreibt ja auch eine bekennende, es lebende, SKLAVIN diesen Text gerade und arbeitet weiter daran. Ich habe keinen Anspruch darauf zu haben, dass diese Version mir gehört und sie ist völlig frei zur Verwendung und fortlaufenden Bearbeitung. Im Gegenteil — ich bitte demütig um verantwortliche Weiterverbreitung.

Dieser Text und Paulines Gedanken und Erlebnisse dürfen Kindern und Jugendlichen unter 18 Jahren in keinem Fall zugänglich gemacht werden. Die Darstellungen sind oft explizit, grenzwertig für einige Leser und stehen in der Nachfolge der „Geschichte der O”. Wer BDSM oder sadomasochistische Literatur nicht mag oder verurteilt, sollte den Text nicht lesen. Vor der Nachahmung im Umgang, den Praktiken und der geschaffenen Situationen rate ich sehr ab, sofern jemand nicht sehr gut und sehr freiwillig weiß, was er oder sie tut. Sie sind zwar meistens sehr autobiographisch, aber deswegen nicht weniger gefährlich für Körper und Geist, zum Teil. Eine Verantwortung der Autoren/der Autorin dieser Version für die Verwendung des Textes oder die Inhalte besteht nicht. Das Lesen, Verbreiten und Verwenden des vorliegenden Textes steht in der Eigenverantwortung des mündigen erwachsenen Lesers. Der Text macht keine Aussage zu präferierbaren Lebenskonzepten. Leben und leben lassen. In dem Sinn, viel Vergnügen mit den folgenden Kapiteln

Jahna

Teil 210……..Das Geschirr

Simon hält mir das Teil aus einer Kombination von Stoff, Leder und Metall-Schnallen entgegen und scheint mit einem prüfenden Blick einzuschätzen, ob es so passen wird, wie er sich das vorstellt und ich kann sehen, dass manches nur provisorisch ist und anderes ist komplett neu, denn da wo der Rohrrahmen des Rucksacks seine Tragfläche hatte, ist nun tatsächlich so was wie ein echter kleiner Sattel aus Leder angebracht. Ähnlich wie der Sattelschwanz Sattel zuhause in meinem Zimmer auf dem Hocker. Vielleicht etwas kleiner und ohne einen Sattelknauf vorne. Der Rest ist für mich ein reines Gewirr an unterschiedlichen Riemen, Gurten und Schnallen. „Du stehst jetzt mal ganz still, du nasse Luststute und sträubst dich nicht, sonst kann das auch ganz anders abgehen hier und du darfst dann erstmal gründlich leiden, bevor es dann doch auf dasselbe rauskommt. Und du, Sena, machst alle Schnallen an ihr fest zu, wenn ich es dir sage, dann kann ich sehen, ob es passt, oder nicht. Bin gespannt ob mein Mädchen auch ein flinkfingeriges Helferlein sein kann.”

Das hat Simon nicht etwas lustvoll zu ihr gesagt und hat sie nicht mal als sein Äffchen bezeichnet. Nun ist er ganz und gar sehr ernsthaft und sie seine Gehilfin, egal ob sie das nun nackt und im Halsband macht oder nicht. Der Raum riecht warm nach Sex und Lust und dennoch ist Simon nun ganz der nüchterne „Erfinder” und interessiert sich nicht für unsere Läufigkeiten, denn ich bin es sicher und Sena, kein Wunder, auch. Schnell legt er mir sein Konstrukt an und ich bewege mich so in dem Geschirr dabei, dass es so gut geht, damit, wie möglich. Wie ein eifriger nackter asiatischer Kobold bewegt sich Sena um mich herum und zupft an den Riemen und Gurten. Dann stehe ich da und lasse Sena widerstandslos fast alle Schnallen schließen, und sie zerrt schon heftig daran, während Simon betrachtet, ob es das ist, was er sich gedacht hatte und ob was verändert werden müsste, um da noch näher dranzukommen.

Es ist alles gar nicht so komplex, wie es zuerst aussieht, wenn es erstmal angepasst ist. Vorher beim letzten Mal war es ja irgendwie bloß das Skelett eines Rucksacks mit Rohrrahmen und den Schultergurten und dem Hüftgurt dazu. Nun ist es ein ganzes Stück weiterentwickelt. Auf den Schultern liegen nun die breiten verbesserten Tragegurte des Rucksacks, aber nun noch stärker abgepolstert. Nach hinten japon porno auf dem Rücken tragen sie das Gestell, dass nun ganz in Leder und Stoff gehüllt ist und ein Stoffviereck umrunden, dass mir von den Schulterblättern bis zur Kruppe meines Sklavenarsches runtergeht und auf beiden Seiten von unsichtbaren Streben oder Rohren begrenzt wird. Anstatt der Auflagefläche für den Rucksack über dem Hintern ist nun ein kleiner echter Pony-Sattel aufgesetzt worden, der vorne halbrund breit gepolstert auf dem Steißbein anliegt und nach hinten raus in einem Winkel ansteigt, so dass er schräg von hinten runter auf den Knochen des Beckens aufliegt.

Unter der Sattelfläche tragen verborgene Streben die schräge Pony-Sattelauflage. Ein breiter Hüftgurt geht links und rechts um die Taille und wird vorne zwischen frischem Tattoo und Nabelpiercings über dem Bauch geschlossen und liegt so auf beiden Seiten gepolstert tragend auf den Hüftknochen auf. Auf halber Höhe des Stoffvierecks oberhalb des Sattels führen schmalere Gurte auf beiden Seiten um meine Rippen und werden unter meinen rund und prall rausgewölbten Brüsten geschlossen, die ich dazu brav anheben muss, bis Sena die Schnalle eine Handbreit am Brustansatz unter meinen satten fleischigen Spielbällen über dem Bauchnabelpiercing fest angezogen geschlossen hat.

Darüber dann ein weiterer Gurt unter den Achseln durch, dann durch Schlaufen in den Tagegurten gezogen und im Dekolletee über den beringten Titten zusammengezogen und wieder eine Handbreit unter der Kehle am oberen Brustansatz geschlossen, so dass meine von anderen wohl nicht zu Unrecht als fette Eutern bezeichneten Titten fest zwischen den beiden oberen Gurten liegen und sicherlich auch ganz schnell und leicht dazwischen fest und hart eingebunden werden könnten. So sitzt nun fast alles, wie es soll, bis auf drei weitere Gurte.

Zwei weitere sehr dünne runde Gurte baumeln links und rechts am Bauchgurt auf meinen Oberschenkeln runter, bis fast zu meinen Knien und diese macht Simon nun selber fest, während mich Sena grinsend als das Lasttier betrachtet, zu dem ich jetzt gerade verschnürt worden bin und meine strotzenden groß rausgestellten Titten begutachtet, die von dem Ober- und Untergurt nur noch weiter betont und weiter herausgeschoben gebändigt werden. Simon zieht die beiden dünnen Gurte zwischen meine Beine runter und da sie Ösen am losen Ende haben, verbindet er diese Ösen mit kleinem Karabiner und einem weiteren Gurt. Als er das alles dann stramm zieht, gehen mir die ersten beiden schmalen Gurte durch die Leisten links und rechts runter, nehmen meine Möse und die Klitringe, in einem freien Dreieck einrahmend, in die Mitte und erst hinter meinem Arschloch werden sie endgültig zusammengeführt und in dem einen letzten dünnen Gurt dann nach hinten durch und nach oben gezogen, wo dieser Spanngurt hinten an dem kleinen Sattel befestigt, durchgezogen und auf Spannung gebracht wird, so dass ich aufmaunze, als die Gurte im Schritt überall angepresst einschneiden.

Meine Votzenlippen werden in ihrer ganzen aufgequollenen Fülle, mitsamt der Ringe, zusammengequetscht und meine Klitringe melden sich gereizt, aber auch sehr erregend gereizt. So wird der ganze Bereich da unten in Szene gesetzt und das Tattoo sogar noch optisch herausgehoben umrahmt und zwischen den einrahmenden Riemen unterstrichen. Dann bleibt noch ein letzter kurzer Riemen, den Simon einsetzt und durch Schlaufen an den Schnallen zwischen Ober- und Untergurt zieht, so dass er straff die beiden zwischen meinen üppigen Titten miteinander anliegend verbindet, sie trennt die üppigen Fleisch-Kugeln voneinander und zugleich sie mit den Gurten von allen Seiten einzeln einrahmt und auch hierdurch geradezu obszön herausstellt und prall präsentiert. Dann habe ich mich zu drehen, während sich Simon weiter Gedanken macht, was noch geändert werden soll. Es fühlt sich unglaublich komisch an so eingegurtet zu sein und zugleich ist diese Beengung und so auf ein Tragtier reduziert zu werden auch unheimlich geil erregend irgendwie.

Ich hätte gedacht, dass alles zusammen vom Gewicht her schwerer sein würde und vor allem, dass die dünnen Gurte zwischen den Beinen schmerzhafter einschneiden und reiben würden und ich so schnell wund werden würde, wenn ich mich im Geschirr bewege, wie er das will, aber das ist beides nicht so. Weder ist das Geschirr an sich sonderlich schwer, nicht mal der Pony-Sattel auf meinem Steißbein über meinem Arsch, noch reiben die dünnen Gurte im Schritt oder der Arschritze sonderlich, denn sie sind aus einem Material wie Seide gemacht. Irgendein Stoff, der sich glatt und nahezu ohne Reibung auf meiner Haut bewegt.

„Schau mal Sena, so wird eine armselige reine Votzensau zusätzlich zu einem Nutztier, mit dem man was anfangen kann, auch ohne zu ficken — oder eher gesagt zu einem weiteren Zweck zugeführt, für den Sklavinnen schon immer gedacht waren. So als Maultier, dass ordentlich Lasten schleppen kann. Ein nacktes Arbeitstier von einer Schlampe. Das stelle ich mir echt endgeil vor, wenn man zum Beispiel in kızlık bozma porno der Wildnis campen geht und die nackte Hure brav alles buckeln muss, was man dabei mitnimmt und wenn man Pause macht, vögelt man einfach aus Lust oder zur Entspannung mit dem Tier oder peitscht es zum Vergnügen schön aus, bis es wieder weitergeht. Und wenn alles so eng sitzt und sie erstmal trainiert ist, dann sieht es nicht nur geil aus, sondern zeigt ihr und anderen intensiv, dass sie nichts menschen-mädchenhaftes- mehr an sich hat.” sagt er und geht von seinen eigenen Vorstellungen ganz berauscht und begeistert, die er an und mit mir so umsetzt, um mich herum. Ich sehe Senas schmale Augen glitzern, als sie mich so frei im Raum stehend umkreist.

„Ja, ich weiß was du denkst, du böses geiles Kätzchen. Eine gemeine schmutzige Siamkatze bist du. Ich sehe was du denkst und ja ist ja auch offensichtlich, jetzt wo du es siehst, mein Fickäffchen.” Also ihnen beiden scheint was klar zu sein, wo ich noch definitiv auf der Leitung stehe, aber ich habe schließlich auch noch gut damit zu tun meine eigenen Empfindungen und Gefühle zwischen Lust, Erregung und triebhaft animalischem Spüren auf eine Reihe zu bekommen. Simon holt zwei weitere längliche Lederbänder mit Schlaufen auf der einen Seite und kleinen flachen Karabinern auf der anderen Seite, stellt sich vor mich und befestigt die Karabiner grinsend an den hinteren schweren Nippel-Ringen, die direkt an den dunklen Höfen frisch durch die Nippel gestochen worden sind. Zum allerersten Mal wird dort was festgemacht und es ist ein eigenartiges Gefühl, dass diese Ringe nun eine Funktion bekommen, die an dieser Stelle sich ziehend schmerzlich bemerkbar machen. Beide dünnen Lederleinen legt er über meinen Schultern neben den Tragegurten ab.

„Hände auf den Arsch. Ja, unter dem Sattel, du Luststute und dort halten. Handgelenke zusammen.” sagt er grob und mit schnellen Griffen – Klack-Klack – schnarren dort Handschellen ein und ich spüre das kalte Metall an den Handgelenken. So unterstützen beide Arme hinten auf meinem Arsch zusammengekettet von beiden Seiten auch noch den Sattel. Dann erst ist er einigermaßen zufrieden, auch wenn ich sehen kann, dass er sich mental noch so einige Notizen macht, was noch ge- und verändert werden muss. „So nun darfst du, mein kleines Fickäffchen” und ich verstehe immer noch nicht, als sie zu ihm kommt und er ihr die Leine, die zwischen ihren flachen Brüsten und steinharten dunklen spitzen Nippeln liegt, bei ihr abnimmt und sie mir sofort direkt wieder dann in meinen schwarzen Nasenring einhängt. Erst als Sena, wirklich wie ein nacktes unbehaartes Äffchen, auf das eine Laufband klettert und ihre schwarzen Seidenhaare sie dabei umfließen, kapiere ich. Simon führt mich an meinen Titten rückwärts schuppsend zurück zu dem Gerät und kaum bin ich da, wo er mich haben will, spüre ich ein Gewicht im Rücken, dass mir wegen der Schräge des Sattels so ins Becken fährt, wie es war als wir als Kinder „Huckepack” gespielt haben, Jonas und ich.

Sena ist sehr eifrig in den Sattel gestiegen, ist auf die Stute aufgesessen und ruckelt sich im Sattel zurecht, eng an meinem Körper rittlings sitzend und mit beiden nackten Beinen neben und hinter meinen eigenen Beinen baumelnd. Mit einem leisen Lachen hinter meinem Kopf, schnappt sie sich die beiden Zügelleinen, die mit meinen Titten verbunden sind und zupft sanft daran, während ich noch versuche mein Gleichgewicht zu halten und mich mit dieser Packlast einer Reiterin gerade zu halten und auszugleichen. Meine angezügelten Titten folgen natürlich einzeln gezerrt nach links und rechts dem jeweiligen Zug und so werde ich also gesteuert werden, wenn es nach Simon geht. Ein Pony, ein Reittier und Tragebiest mit einem Jockey auf mir. Ich kann sehen, wie sehr er den Anblick genießt, als er an meinem Nasenring mich wie ein Maultier hinter sich herzieht, mir zugleich Sena die nackten zierlichen Hacken gegen die Beine haut und ich die ersten wackeligen Schritte als ihr Reitpony mache.

„Ohh, Simon, Meister, das ist ja so geil. Du bist so geil, dass du solche hammerartigen Ideen hast und sie wirklich auch umsetzt. Und ich habe mich zuerst die ganze Zeit gefragt, was du ausgerechnet mit mir willst — also jedenfalls, bevor das zwischen uns abgegangen ist. Und jetzt weiß ich es…Du hast mir ein Pony geschenkt und willst ihr zeigen, dass sie einfach keine Frau mehr ist und von einer Frau geritten wird, nicht nur von Männerschwänzen…. Darf ich sie behalten, in einen Stall stellen und sie reiten, wann ich will?” fragt sie begeistert und sicher auch scherzhaft, selbst wenn ich in ihrem Ton schon was entdecke, das ein bisschen ernsthaft ist, denn es ist etwas, dass ihr spürbar gefällt. Es gefällt ihr was Simon sich ausdenkt, auch wenn sie dabei vergisst, dass es sich auch auf sie in Zukunft sicher auswirken wird. Es gefällt ihr, Macht über etwas, mich, zu bekommen und es ganz direkt spürbar zu erleben. Es gefällt ihr Teil dieser ganzen verrückten Kiste, um die Sklavensau Pauline herum zu sein.

Einen ungelenk köylü porno tapsigen patschenden Schritt nach dem anderen, führt mich Simon im Kreis an der Nase ziehend wie eine Eselin beim Kinderreiten im Saal herum, mit der aufgeregten Sena als Reiterin eng warm an meinem Rücken auf dem schrägen Leder-Sattel gedrängt. Ich spüre ihr Gewicht und ihre Aufregung, aber gewöhne mich immer mehr daran. Sie kann unmöglich mehr wiegen als ein schwerer Rucksack. Bei knapp 160 Zentimeter, eher drunter, und so schlank und schmal, wie sie ist, kann sie sicher nicht mehr als 50 Kilo wiegen, eher weniger. Das habe ich doch auch schon mal auf einer Urlaubswanderung getragen, wenn auch nur für ein paar Stunden und kurze Wege mit viel Pausen, aber das kann ich — wie man nun auch sieht.

Wenigstens hat Simon nicht die verrückte Idee seine 70 — 80 Kilo in den Sattel zu werfen und mich damit hoffnungslos in die Knie zu bringen. Und es muss ihm klar geworden sein beim letzten Mal, dass es einfach unrealistisch wäre, das zu versuchen, auch wenn er es sicher gerne selbst tun würde. Also hat er sich das Zweitbeste für die Umsetzung seiner Fantasie gesucht. Nämlich eine Reiterin, die ich tragen könnte und die er genau dafür fragen und ansprechen wollte. Das es nun mehr geworden ist und er nicht nur die Reiterin, sondern auch noch eine spielgeile lustvolle Freundin in Sena bekommen hat, konnte er ja nicht ahnen, aber umso besser für ihn. Weitere Schritte mit Sena treibend und probehalber tittenziehend im Kreis, dann lässt Simon mir die Führleine zwischen den Brüsten baumeln und schaut zu, wie ich nun von alleine mich vorgelehnt bewege und barfuß über das Parkett laufe.

Sena lenkt mehr als nötig und zieht an den Zügeln meine Nippel mal links und mal rechts und bald machen wir Achten und wechseln oft die Richtung. Es ist anstrengend, aber machbar und ich gebe mir Mühe, denn ich sehe, dass Simon nur zu bereit ist notfalls nachzuhelfen, wenn ich mich nicht gut anstelle und so setze ich mich wackelig aber stetig noch mehr in Bewegung, fast in einer Art laufenden Trab. Zwei Runden um den Saal in diesem Tempo und zunehmend schwitzend um die Sportgeräte in Kurven herum und dann bringt mich Sena mit hartem Zug an beiden Nippelzügeln gleichzeitig, die in den neuen Piercings heiß brennen, zum Stehen und schwer atmend, mit zitternden Beinen, stehe ich wirklich, wie ein beanspruchter verschwitzter Gaul da und muss mit gefesselten Händen unter dem Sattelgeschirr einfach warten was kommt.

„Ja, so habe ich mir das vorgestellt und so können wir das auch weiter üben, wenn du glaubst, dass du sie in den Griff bekommst und aus ihr ein echtes Luststuten-Gaul machen kannst, dass unseren Ansprüchen gerecht wird. Und nein, du kannst das Pony nicht behalten, Fickäffchen, aber du darfst es dir zunehmend abrichten, wenn du brav bist. Zur Belohnung. Dafür musst du dir natürlich auch ausdenken, was du mit ihr machst, damit sie sich gut daran gewöhnt ein gut erzogenes Fickpony zu werden, mit dir als Reiterin. Und verdienen musst du dir es natürlich auch. Aber es gibt noch Einiges zu tun, bevor das Geschirr wirklich brauchbar ist. Komm, bring sie auf das Laufband und bleib auf ihr drauf, denn nun kann sie erstmal ein bisschen Training gebrauchen.” sagt er und nickt seiner neuen Freundin zu.

Ohh, nein..nicht noch Training oben drauf, denke ich und rücke das Gewicht auf meinem Rücken noch ein wenig mehr zurecht, denn sie wird sicher drauf bleiben und wendet mich mit Zügelzug am Nippel kehrt um, lässt mich das Laufband besteigen und hilft mit Hackentritt nach. Als ich dann auf dem Band stehe und wir zusammen wohl 110 Kilo aufs Laufband bringen, also das Gewicht eines dicken großen Kerls etwa, schaltet Simon das Band an und ich habe schnell zu gehen. Er nimmt die Leine zwischen meinen Titten auf und wickelt sie vorne um die Haltestange, die ich ja nicht benutzen kann, so mit den Händen in den Handschellen und überlässt es Sena mich anzutreiben und als es scheinbar nicht genügt was sie tut, reicht er ihr eine schmale schwarze Gerte, die er von hinten holt.

„Schlag sie…du musst das lernen, Fickäffchen…die Votze steht doch noch so weit unter dir und du brauchst bloß keine Hemmungen zu haben die Gerte an ihr zu benutzen…du brauchst mit dem Miststück von einer rossigen Fickstute überhaupt keine Hemmungen zu haben… zieh ihr ein paar ordentlich über, wenn sie faul ist, aber spring ab, wenn sie wirklich nicht mehr kann. Sie muss aber ordentlich schwitzen und schnaufen, wie ein geficktes Hängebauchschwein, bevor du sie zum Stehen bringst oder absitzt. Nicht vorher, Sena. Verstanden?” sagt er und schaut mir zu wie ich marschiere und meine Reiterin trage und nur noch, mit sicher hochrotem Gesicht, schwer atmend und vorgebeugt, mein und ihr Gewicht auf dem Laufband nach vorne trage. „Ja, Meister. Verstanden. Ohh, ist das geil…los vorwärts du faules Vieh. Schön vorwärts du lahme Stute. Vorwärts. Los hoch die Hufe und buckel bloß schön die Strecke lang, Drecksvieh. Schwing deine Keulen, du rossige Fickstute. Ist das alles, was du draufhast. Gib Stoff, lahme Schlampe. Mach……”und setzt die Gerte klatschend auf meinen äußeren Oberschenkeln ein, während sie zappelig auf dem ledernen Pony-Sattel rumrutscht beim Treiben und mir das durch den Sattelgurt auch als Reibung direkt in die ehh schon übernasse und gereizt schmerzende Votze gejagt wird.

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I met Jim on one of those on-line dating services. At first I was skeptical, you see, he’s 37 experienced, and sweet. I’m a 19-year-old Goth who only lost her virginity six months ago. A one night stand, I was too drunk to care….

Anyway, at first I was unsure about a relationship, but after meeting him, I was very impressed. The general ease at which conversation flowed, and how comfortable I felt. It wasn’t long before we started talking about sex. He understood that I was unsure, and he wanted to teach me. I was, of course, excited.

The first time we were together, I was surprised at how much control he had over me. He would tell me what to do, and I would do it. I realized that he had complete control over me. As scary as that was, it was scarier to realize, I liked it.

Then I angered him. I was supposed to go see hum, and circumstances permitted our meeting. I went through two days of feeling insecure, and scared. This man, who could make me do things with just a wave of his hand was mad at me. Could this be the end? Then this:

Attourneyman: Are you at work?

Anjil: No, hintli porno you?

Attourneyman: Yes. Why aren’t you at work?

Anjil: I work swing today.

Attourneyman: Are you alone?

Anjil: Yes…..

Attourneyman: Until when?

Anjil: Two-ish, Why?

Attourneyman: Can I come over?

Anjil: Sure, I could make lunch if you want to come on your lunch break.

Attourneyman: No, I have a meeting…

Attourneyman: I could come after….

Anjil: What time would that be?

Attourneyman: I don’t know. I could come now. We could get a quickie in before the meeting. But I’d have to leave by 11:50.

Anjil: Well, it’s 11:10 now, take you, 15-20 min. to get here, that would give us 20 min. So ok…..

Attourneyman: ok… I’m leaving now.

Anjil: ok….

I heard Jim’s Mustang pull up outside the house. Scared for a minute, I hesitated, then went to open the door as he walked around the bend in the walkway.

“Hey sweetie,” I said in the calmest tone I could muster, “welcome, the house is kinda a mess….”

“Thats hizmetçi porno ok,” Jim said, “you’ve seen my place.”

He stepped in the house, and I put my arms around his neck, “I guess it could be worse.” I said before kissing him deeply.

“Show me your room.” So, I took him back to my room.

“It’s kinda a mess, and the bed is a little broken,” I explained as I led him back to my room. Thinking What am I doing? This is my Parents house! As we come into the room, he kisses me, the whole time taking off his shoes, and his pants w/ his boxers. Standing there in nothing but a shirt he said, “Suck my cock.” It had been so long since I had tasted him, that I immediately knelt down in front of him. He was already partially erect, but Id seen him harder. So I started, gently at first. I could feel him growing in my mouth.

“Do you like that?” he asked. “Mmmm” I replied without taking him out of my mouth. He stepped back, depriving me of his now fully erect cock. He sat on my bed, rearranged the pillows, and laid back. Without hesitation, I scooted forward ifşa porno and resumed my ministrations to his erection. “Suck my balls” I heard and obeyed, a little dismayed at the idea of not getting to swallow his cum. I Sucked and twisted my tongue around his balls while my hand took the place of my mouth.

“Thats it baby,” he said once again, “You like that don’t you?” Yes, I liked it, okay, what did he want, a sonnet on how wonderful I found his cock? “Yes.” I replied.

“Watch me cum!” he ordered, and I sat up. He grunted in the cute little way he always does, and cum started to spurt out of his penis. “Lick me clean.” So I did. He was done, and when we caught our breath I gave him a hand getting up, and he put his clothes back on.

We left the room, and walked around the house for a few. He made me explain the pictures on the wall, and the things scattered around the house. Until I realized what he was doing. Now every time I looked at those pictures, or heard an explanation of the various things, I’d think of him. He knows that it’s an inevitable probability, that whenever I think of him, I get wet, and eventually it gets so bad, I have to relieve myself.

So with all the things, and the knowledge that I didn’t get any, people would ask what’s the point? I want to make him happy, it’s what makes me happy. Besides, he may not have said it, but I know he loves me…

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Time for a Break

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I look up from the stacks of papers and books that surround me as I work, precariously positioned on the bed, so as not to disturb the order my pieces lie in. I am tired. My tasks have become tedious, and I can’t think about anything constructive as my gaze falls to the back of your head. You sit at your desk in your chair, also working. Your dark, brown, voluminous curls halo your head in the crazy, disorganized way that prompts you to get a haircut, but that I love the most. I want to touch them, to smell your shampoo, to feel their roughness on my fingers and face…and then…

A low shudder rolls slowly through my body. In this moment – at the peak of my interest, where you don’t notice that I am looking at you, envisioning all of the loving and terrible things I want you to do to me – I hesitate. I shift slightly, feeling a jolt as my light pink boy shorts glide against quickly-forming wetness. Something in my chest lurches. My breasts, small and round like two tennis balls, heave, and my nipples are already hard to the touch through the thin cotton of my tight grey shirt. I bite my lip and stroke one absently with my nail through the fabric, feeling secret places below move, involuntarily, in tandem. Can I take a break?

Can you?

I go over to your chair. Placing my hands on your shoulders, I lean down, my face next to yours, feeling my cheek brush with your stubble. I pretend to look at what you are working on for a moment, running my fingers through your hair, before lowering my lips to kiss your warm neck. You are still typing as I kiss higher, my tongue circling your ear, my lips massaging the lobe. I hear a groan rise in your throat, and the steady clicks of the keyboard aldatma porno slow to a stop. You want more. I climb into your lap, letting your broad shoulders encircle me with warmth. I can feel hardness forming. I look into your kind, brown eyes, my head so crowded with thoughts of desire that I can’t speak.

“Yes?” You tease me, pretending you can’t read my eyes and body.

I bite my lip again, desperate.

You brush my nipple, pleased, both with the lurch it sends through me, and with my look of sadness when your hand moves back to rest on my hip.

You lean forward and kiss me tenderly, your warm, full lips melting into mine, as your stubble scratches me. I love that your kisses sometimes cause me discomfort, even when you are gentle and loving. I often see the red marks of your affections hours after, records of my having pleased you etched in my face. Your hands roam across my hips, butt, and back, as I bury mine in your hair, selfishly gathering it in fistfuls, and our kiss intensifies. I moan quietly as your tongue massages mine.

You look at me and smile.

“Do you want to take a shower?”

I nod emphatically as I climb off your lap. Our hands gently touch as we enter the bathroom.

I wait while you turn on the water, testing the temperature with one hand. When you look up, I remove my shirt, my bare breasts bouncing as the fabric parts from my body. My pink nipples are engorged with arousal. They are extremely sensitive – second only to my clit in giving me pleasure. Your eyes stay locked on them as you pull down your boxers, both of us thinking about how your fingers and tongue will soon play with them, deliciously ensest porno torturing me, before my breasts are fully encapsulated by your rough hands. You watch me, unapologetic and entitled, absently stroking your hard cock as I remove my shorts, fully exposing myself to you. You can see everything – the closely-trimmed hair on my vulva, the dimples over my round ass – as you follow me into the shower.

The water embraces us with warmth. Streams fall all around us as we kiss, finally pressing our naked bodies together, feeling the sensory overload of simultaneous caresses from lover and water. Your erection bumps against my hip as you kiss my neck and pinch my nipples. I kneel, looking up at you as I begin to lick around the upper edges of your cock. One hand massages the backs of your legs and the other wanders towards your balls, cupping them gently, tugging, exploring the surfaces of their folds. I watch your face while doing this, and see that it pleases you. I smile, as I suck on the tip of your cock, and make gentle pulsations in the tips of my fingers. A rush of desire to please you, to fully worship the organ in front of me, flows through me. I look up at you one more time before I take your cock firmly in my hand and, after giving your inner thighs a few lingering kisses and licks, take your balls into my mouth. I feel their gel-like texture as I suck on them, each in turn, gently, stroking your cock all the while. I love your cock, but I also love your balls. I love exploring them – burying my face in them, feeling the crevices with my tongue, even more prominent as the water flows over them. I love the way that giving them my full attention gives you escort porno extreme pleasure and makes me feel like a dirty whore.

Your head is tilted back, eyes closed as water trickles over your entire body. Moving away from your balls, I suddenly take your entire cock into my mouth, sucking hard. I hug your waist with my arms, knowing that you are nearing your peak, and I want to feel as much of you as possible. But you are pulling away. You come down to sit crab-legged on the floor of the shower, and take my waist, guiding me onto your lap, facing you, so that you can sit inside of me.

I whimper as I feel your cock up against the outer edge of my entrance. Looking into my eyes, you pull my waist down and thrust, my cunt clutching you as you penetrate me deeply. We rock back and forth slowly as the water rains down on us, our foreheads pressed together in concentration. As your cock rolls inside me, stroking me, your pelvis grinding against my clit, every part of me is pleasure. I am drunk with it.

Your lips are by my ear.

“Come for me,” you say.

And then I do, leaning back as one of your hands massages the small of my back, the other gently pulls my hair. I undulate powerfully as explosions of infinite waves and primal moans overtake my being, sensations increased exponentially by the liquid warmth flowing continuously over my body.

And then it is your turn. As you pull me back up to sitting a sitting position, I feel you let go, moaning as you hold my body against yours. Your cock makes sharp, powerful movements as you release your cum inside me, your head tilted back, eyes closed. I love to come, but I enjoy your pleasure even more – being able to feel and watch you in ecstasy has the same effect as orgasm for me.

A calm overtakes us both as we sit underneath the water, still joined, panting, processing what our bodies and minds have experienced. Soon, our break will be over, and we will have to return to our work. But not yet.

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