Ay: Ağustos 2024

Adventures at Disney Pt. 01 Ch. 01-05

No Comments

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

Amateur

The following story takes place at Disneyland during the weekend of a half marathon, but in a parallel universe. It’s a universe where almost everything is the same as it is our own, with just minor differences. In this particular universe, through some twist of fate, my wife and I get to the event exposition early. While it is only nineteen seconds, we end up gaining about 30 spaces in the line. That’s enough to change our lives forever….

Chapter 1 – April

It’s hot. It’s humid. The line is packed and barely moving. After twenty minutes, we’ve just made it to the point where the line is starting to loop back on itself over and over. There are at least two more loop backs that we can see coming, and very little shade. A lot of the racers walking towards us are sweating; bitching about the heat and hoping that will be a whole lot cooler on Sunday.

We come to another halt and start talking to the four women ahead of us. They don’t seem to even notice the heat, but that’s because they are from freaking “Hotlanta”. They actually like this weather. Well, we live in Colorado, vacation in Cabo and in four short weeks, we are moving to Arizona; all dry climates. Even a little humidity is torture. From that perspective, moving to Arizona isn’t so bad, especially to a small town in the mountains.

The line starts to move again and a woman with shoulder length blonde hair approaches us. “Excuse me…. I couldn’t help but overhear. Did you say you are moving to Sedona? That’s where I live.”

Wow! What a small world! Fortunately, the line stops again, leaving us standing opposite her. We immediately start talking about our upcoming move, asking all sorts of questions about living in Sedona. We’ve only been there once before but it immediately felt like a place that fits our lifestyle. With every answer she gives us, we get even more excited about what’s awaiting us.

Eventually, the line starts to move again. We momentarily lose contact with her since she is a few spaces in front of us. When we catch up at the next corner, we are eager to continue our conversation with the bubbly young woman from our future hometown.

My wife starts with introductions, “I’m Diana, by the way and this is my husband, Bruce. It’s great to meet you, uh…”

“April!” She replies with a quick smile. “It’s wild meeting you here, and please excuse me if I mess up your names for a while. Contrary to the general opinion on blondes, I am not a ditz, but I can’t seem to remember people’s names to save my life.”

Diana and I laugh. “That’s alright,” I reply, “I have the exact same problem. It was a real pain in the ass at work until a friend gave me some tips. Basically, focus really hard on the person and then try to tie their name to someone or something you already know. It’s a pain, but it works for me.”

“Suuure it does… but what the hell, let me give it a shot.” April starts openly staring at us and you can almost hear the wheels turning in her head until her face lights up.

“HOLY Crap! It works! It was so easy! I like comic books and the two of you are freaking Batman and Wonder Woman! You know, Bruce Wayne and Diana of Themyscira. Hell,

you even kind of look like them!”

We both start laughing. Diana gestures at her own chest, “Only if my boobs were twice as big and I had a tiara!”

My answer is more practical, “Sure, if I had a few billion dollars, a cave and a cape, although… I do kind of think of Diana as ‘Wonder Woman’ so that’s a good fit!” I stare at April a moment before adding, “You know, if you had pigtails…”

April cuts me off with a chuckle, “Yes, I know, I know. I would look just like Harley Quinn. I’ve even thought of dressing up as her for Halloween, but seriously, who needs another ditzy blond?”

I nod in agreement and decide to change the subject, “So anyway, tell us some more about our future hometown. How’s the hiking?”

We get in a few more minutes of discussion before the line starts to move again. We make a slight jog around some tall bushes and when we look again, April is gone. With her light blonde hair, we should have been able to spot her, but no luck.

“Damn!” Diana exclaims, “I really wanted to talk to her some more. I can’t believe we met someone from Sedona. How crazy is that?”

“Pretty wild,” I reply. “Don’t worry; I am sure we will run into her again. It looks like we still have an hour in this line.”

We look around one more time, but she is nowhere to be seen. We go back to talking about our move, temporarily forgetting the heat and humidity. Now that we have even a limited first-hand account of the area, it sounds like an even better place to live than we originally thought.

A couple of minutes later we hear, “Hi! Miss me?” Diana turns around and there’s April, moving into line with us.

“I figured as long as I have to wait in line, it might as well be with amasra escort people I can talk to.”, she says with a smile. She then hands each of us a cold bottle of water. “I just had to get some water first. It is just too damn humid here.”

We thank her profusely for the water and giving up her place in line just to talk to us about our new home.

“That’s okay. I have ulterior motives…” she starts and then gestures at our shirts. “It looks like you’ve done at least one of these races before. I was kind of hoping you might help me figure out what I need to do here today. And… this is my first time to a Disney Park. Any pointers you’d be willing to share would really be appreciated. I’m here on a package deal. I’ve got my hotel and a four day “Park Bouncer”, but I really don’t know what to do with it.”

Diana almost chokes on her water laughing. When she can finally speak, she explains that it is a “Park Hopper”, and we would be happy to give her some tips. For the next hour that we are in line, the two women chatter away, talking about races, Disney, Sedona and anything else that comes to mind. It’s obvious that they have made an instant connection. Not only do they have similar interests, but even a matching sense of humor. The entire time we are in line, one of them is always laughing at something the other said. On top of that, April has a very open personality and doesn’t filter much, which I find kind of refreshing. I can already sense that Diana has made a new friend and we will see a lot more of her once we move.

As the line slowly moves along, I take the opportunity to surreptitiously check out the woman who is monopolizing my wife. Cute (for a blonde anyway), she’s a couple of inches shorter than Diana and is wearing what looks like a tennis outfit. She has a semi-athletic build, which I see a lot in women in their late thirties or early forties, who have discovered the workout. I peg her in the ‘mid’ to ‘late’ thirty range, but I almost never get that right. Her most striking feature is her skin, which is flawless. I find it a little odd that she is here alone, but don’t get a chance to ask about it, since it is nearly impossible to get a word in edgewise with the two of them. It’s worse than being around my family at the holidays.

As we get close to the packet pick up area, we start talking more about the race. April loves running (of course she would, she is as mental as my wife) and is slotted in the “C” corral. That is where Diana would be if she wasn’t stuck with me. I kind of hate running, which surprises April, but then I explain that it is something that we can do together; share the pain of training and the joy of finishing. Besides, it’s a Disney race, which is in a class of its own. We won’t do anything else.

“You guys are really lucky to have each other. You know that don’t you?” she asks us with a wistful expression on her face. “Not many people have that”.

We agree immediately; it does help to marry your best friend.

We finally make it into the event center and go to pick up our packets together. When we are done and standing at the exit, there is a momentary awkward silence. April looks a little unsure of herself. Even though we hadn’t discussed it, it turns out that Diana and I both have the same idea…

“So, April…. Bruce and I were planning on going through the Expo to pick up some swag. If you care to come with us, we could do that and then we’d love to give you your very own guided tour of Disneyland, being that it’s your first time and all that.”

April perks up immediately and says, “I would love that! In fact, I was trying to figure out a way to ask if you’d mind me tagging along, but I don’t want to seem pushy or interfere with your vacation.”

“How about this….” I suggest, “We show you around Disneyland now, you return the favor to us once we move to Sedona?”

Diana smiles and quickly seconds my suggestion.

April unleashes a megawatt smile and says, “That would be wonderful! There’s a ton of things I’d love to show you, and there is just so much to do. We’d have a blast! So…. where is the Expo, and more importantly, where is a bathroom? I have really got to pee!”

We both laugh. It looks like she’ll fit right in with us.

*****

The rest of the day was a lesson in amazing timing. From the moment we entered the Expo everything just fell into place. Later, we would tell April that it must have been beginners’ luck or Disney Magic at its best. We are in and out of the Expo in about thirty minutes even though we later hear that the checkout lines lasted over two hours during parts of the day. From there we went to the Grand Californian to drop off our bags. Not only was our room ready, but it turned out that April was staying there as well. When she booked her package, she had no idea what a great hotel or location she had chosen, amasya escort she just thought the other two hotels would be packed with kids.

As good as the day started, it only got better. When we stood inside the park and said “Let the magic begin….”, the powers that be must have been listening. The only FastPass we needed was for Indiana Jones; everything else was pretty much a walk on. It wasn’t that were no crowds, it was just amazing timing.

Starting with Pirates, we hit all the major attractions on that side of the park and half of Fantasyland before dinner. April had never been to this type of theme park before, so everything was new and exciting to her. We of course had to play it up, so when we took the first little drop at Pirates, she was screaming for real. Haunted Mansion was “cute” and she loved Indiana Jones almost as much as Diana does. Watching her experience each attraction for the first time was more fun for us than the rides themselves. Because of that, she was somehow able to talk Diana (who hates rollercoasters) into going on big Thunder Mountain Railroad as well as Splash Mountain. Wouldn’t you know April took the front and stayed bone dry, where I was in the third position and got drenched? At least it cooled me off some.

In addition to all the big thrill rides, she wanted to try everything in Fantasyland. She dragged me on to Dumbo with her, which nearly did me in. Rollercoasters? No problem. Spinning rides? Shoot me now. She laughed and called me a wimp until she did the Tea Cups on her own. She came off that looking green around the gills. Yeah, who’s the wimp now?

After all that, we took a break for dinner before fireworks. As we are talking, we found out that she works as a physical therapist specializing in Sports Medicine. She provides services for various colleges and medical centers in Yavapai County. Occasionally, she even works out of Cottonwood or Flagstaff. She thought that was a pretty sweet gig until we tell her that we both will be working out of our home.

“Hmmm. Aren’t you afraid of spending too much time together?”

We admit that the thought had crossed our minds on occasion, but generally speaking, we aren’t worried about it. We just need to find things to do in town other than being in the house all day.

“Well, that’s not a problem, is it…?” She asks as she links arms with Diana and starts skipping away and laughing, “… because I am sure I can keep her plenty busy all on my own.”

We spend some time exploring Main Street and then pick out a place to watch fireworks. I finally get to drag my wife away from April and hold her in my arms while the sky lights up in perfect sync to the “Wishes” soundtrack. For Diana and I, the show was good as always; for someone who hadn’t seen them before? They were magical. On top of that, April loves to sing, so once Diana started, she joined in and the two of them kept it up the entire time.

Once we figured out that April loves music, we decided to head into Tomorrowland, timing it so we could do a couple of rides and the watch the 80z All Stars. We had seen them before and they are pretty good, covering a lot of popular songs. We also snagged FastPasses for April and me to ride Space Mountain before heading to one of our favorite attractions, Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin. When April sees the signs about a spinning ride, she starts to get worried. After her experience with the Tea Cups, will it make her sick? Diana bursts out laughing and explains how the ride works; basically, if Diana can ride it, anyone can.

When we get near the front of the line, I suggest the two women ride together. I want a chance to test out a new scoring idea I have – without fighting for control of the buggy. At first April declines, not wanting to “intrude” on our competition, but I insist, telling her that it is always fun to show a “newbie” the ropes and that “Di” and I will have plenty of opportunities to compete. Diana is quick to agree, promising to show her all the best targets. As I watch the two of them climb in the buggy ahead of me, I think of how lucky we were to meet her. It’s obvious that the two of them are quickly becoming great friends.

When the ride ends, I am happy to see my score is way better than normal, although part of that might have been due to the “wheelchair stop” along the way. Unfortunately, when I see the smirk on Diana’s face, I can tell that she probably did even better. I decide to ignore that and ask April how she liked the ride.

“It was a blast! I didn’t come close to getting sick and I thought I did really well, at least until I saw Diana’s score.”

“Really….” I ask, looking at Diana. “…. and how did you do?”

She starts smirking and hold up a single finger, wagging it back and forth.

“No way! You broke a Million?!!!”

She doesn’t answer, but just starts doing “the happy dance” anadolu yakası escort as we walk into the picture area. Sure enough, there it is on the monitor. 1,006,900!!! I decide that is a picture we need to have. As we add it to our PhotoPass, I look at it again and notice something new. While Diana is intently focused on blasting targets, April was focused just as intently, but it wasn’t the targets she was paying attention to.

Chapter 2 – Dancing

Soon we are at the Tomorrowland Terrace to see the 80z All Stars. It turns out that the last set starts a bit later on Fridays. We still have a half hour, so we find a table close to the stage and start talking about the race. Not only is this April’s first Disney race, but it is her first race ever. In fact, this whole weekend is her gift to herself for finally getting up the courage to divorce her husband. Even though she hasn’t seen him in six months, it only became final yesterday.

You know how it’s sometimes easier to tell your problems to strangers? I guess we must listen well because she decides to elaborate, “You have to understand…he wasn’t mean or abusive to me. In a way, it was much worse than that – he ignored me. We were married three years, but our sex life ended as soon as he found out that I can’t have children. Bad plumbing. I did try to make it work, but it got so bad that he wouldn’t even touch me for months at a time, or even sleep in the same room. The only thing that kept me going was my buddy, Rigel. He was my baby…. the cutest mutt you’ve ever seen. I had him since he was a puppy and lost him at twelve. Without him, I had nobody, so I decided to get out.”

When she gets to this part of the story, we can see tears rolling down her cheeks. Diana pulls her into a big hug and tells her that we totally get it; mentioning our own dogs, and like a proud mom, pulls them up on “DogCam”. This lightens the mood somewhat, and April apologizes for getting all emotional.

“The two of you must think that I am quite the loser, especially for putting up with him for so long”.

“Oh, no, not at all. In fact…” Diana pauses and looks at me hesitantly. I give her a quick nod and she continues. “…Bruce went through something very similar to that in his first marriage.”

April looks at me questioningly, and I take over. I give her the short version of the story, explaining how Gina waited until after we got married to decide to become celibate, and ultimately taking a job out of town to keep distance between us. I did keep trying to make it work, until Diana and I started seeing each other. At that point I was done – I had found the person I should be with. We’ve been together ever since.

After hearing our story, I can tell that April sees me a little differently. I’m no longer just the guy attached to Diana, but I am someone she can actually relate to. She even tries to engage me in the conversation by asking me about the music I like. There seems to be a little common ground there, and she starts telling us about an amazing winter musical event called “Acker Night” that takes place in a town not far from Sedona.

Before we have a chance to finish talking about it, we see the stage raising and hear the music starting.

As usual, the band is as good as we expected, but I noticed that my two companions are more into talking about getting together once we move than paying attention to the music. Not surprising considering that we will know no one there, plus the two of them seem to have a lot in common.

That all stops when they start playing “Living on a Prayer”. It’s Diana’s favorite song and of course she has to get up and move over near the crowd. April follows her and the two of them rock out for a while, singing and dancing along to the songs. At one point, Diana glances at me, and I can tell she is having fun. Probably excited at the prospect of having a new friend.

The next time I glance up, April is standing in front of me. “Diana says that you don’t like to dance much, but I told her I could convince you to come dance with us.”

“Oh, really? How’s that?”

“Ever watch a show called Friends?”

*****

Less than a minute late I am on the dance floor. Diana is looking at me like I have two heads. April is grinning ear-to-ear. “I got him to agree to dance with us.” she says. “It just took a little motivation”.

“Really? Like what?” Diana asks.

“Well, I remembered something I saw on an episode of Friends once. I promised him he could watch two girls kissing if he came down here”. As she says this, she turns away from me and gives Diana a little wink. Diana realizes that she has some sort of trick in mind and decides to see what she’s planning.

“I remember that episode. I guess I’m up for it if it gets him dancing…” Diana says. April moves closer to her, looking like she intends to kiss Diana but then raises her hand. She is holding one of those smart phones with the massive screen. She taps the screen, and a video starts, showing a bunch of clips of two women kissing. It looks like she has pulled this trick before.

“There you go, two girls kissing!” She says, laughing at her little prank.

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

A Valentine’s Day Treat Ch. 02

No Comments

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

Creampie

You turn in his arms, snuggling into my chest. I lean down and draw you into a gentle, lingering kiss. I wrap my arms around you and you sigh happily. “How are you feeling Honey?” I ask. You smile dreamily.

“Good Mommy,” you snuggle further into both of us, his arms wrapping around us. I kiss you again softly and sigh in contentment. You nuzzle into my neck and for a while, we all just snuggle and hold each other. Your sweet cock lies along my thigh and I can already feel it starting to stir.

“Do you want us to take you upstairs, darling?” I ask. You give me a shy but sunny smile.

“Yes Mommy.” I lean in and kiss you before standing up to haul you to your feet. You follow me readily. My husband lies on the couch and he looks delightfully disheveled. Once you’re standing, I straddle his hips, leaning in to kiss him. Gently, I unbutton the rest of his shirt, sliding it off his broad shoulders to be abandoned. I run my hands down his back and into his dress slacks, sliding them off. You get the first proper look at what he’s wearing under his dress clothes.

A tight, lace and elastic body suit is revealed. Straps criss crossing around his chest and the lace covering sections of his pale skin, but leaving others tantalizingly bare. He looks elegant and edible all at the same time. I help him stand as well. Taking a hand from each of you in my own, I lead you up the stairs. As he falls in line beside you, he places a chaste kiss on your lips.

I lead you both to our bedroom, at first it looks like any relaxed but tastefully decorated room, but as you look more closely you begin to notice the evidence of our favorite activities. There are strategically located bolts and tie off points along the walls, handcuffs over one door. You notice various cuffs along the edges of the bed and there are a lot of ropes and ribbons lying around as part of the decoration scheme. A heavy trunk lies at the foot of the bed and a cabinet stands prominently against the wall, the door opaque with black glass. Your cock gives an excited jump imagining what could possibly be stored inside.

I watch you study our room in interest and see the way your eyes light up when they land on a particular hook set into the ceiling. I smile, it’s one of my favorites too. I step close to you, hands ghosting over your ribs before circling around you to pull you in for a sensual kiss. “I love your dress Honey, but I feel like we’ve gotten it thoroughly dirty, would you mind if I swap it out?”

You eye me carefully, but nod and I smile. I cross to a small wardrobe you hadn’t noticed and when I open it you see it’s filled to the brim with all manner of lacey, frilly, leathery sexy things. You blush just imagining the kind of attire I’ll find in there for you. I rummage for a minute, laying items over my arms as I go. I love to dress up a cute and willing subject and your body is just too tempting for me to resist.

“Strip her please,” I call over my shoulder to my husband and he smiles. He steps closer to you and you shiver. He’s tall, standing a few inches above either of us and he might make you nervous if he didn’t have such a kind smile while he towers over you.

“May I?” he asks sweetly, and you blush and look away but nod. His soft, gentle hands glide over your bare arms, a gentle caress. He tips your chin up and pulls you into a tender kiss while his hands roam back to the zipper at your back. He unzips your dress slowly, reverently, kissing you while his hands skim the soft skin of your shoulder blades.

You shiver at the combination of the cool air brushing against your bare skin and his tender, focused ministrations. He slides the dress slowly down your back, letting it fall to the point where it naturally snags on your wide hips. He kisses down your neck to your newly bared chest. Lavishing you with attention, kissing over every inch until he makes his way to first one, then the other of your rosy nipples. He kisses, sucks, and nibbles until they stand out in hard peaks and you are gasping for air while your knees buckle in pleasure. He makes little, pleased sounds at the excitement you display, his strong arms holding you in place whenever you waver.

Reverently, he slides his hands over your hips and the curve of your butt, pushing the dress down until it slides all the way, pooling at your feet. You’re back to full hardness beneath the blue satin of your panties, material straining. He hooks tender fingers into the straps and slides them off, kissing down your stomach as he does. You gasp and your eager cock jumps up to greet him, but he ignores altınordu escort it, kissing down your thighs and running his gentle hands up and down your legs.

I return with an armful of delicate looking white clothes. I steer you to stand before a full length mirror, complete with decorative filigree. The first thing I pull out is a white satin corset. Your eyes widen. “Don’t you want to play dress up doll for Mommy?” I ask.

“Y-yes Mommy,” you say, stepping closer. You put your hands up and I fasten the silken material of the corset around you. As I tighten it, it cinches close, pushing up your smooth chest and accentuating your slim waist and curvy hips. It gives you a very appealing, girly outline. I follow it up by sliding a lacey garter belt and matching garters over your pretty hips and thighs. I opt out of panties, they’d only get in the way for the things I have planned for you. Finally, I hold up a simple white ribbon with a crystal flower on it. I tie it around your neck and you notice it has a little ring in the front.

There’s one last item in my hands, and you look confused as I lead you away from the mirror. Instead, I lead you back to that ceiling hook. In my hands is a contraption of heavy looking white leather and various buckles and rings.

“Give me your hands, sweet girl,” I ask. For a second you hesitate, but then place them gently in mine. I love how much bigger my hands are than your soft, delicate ones. I bring them to my mouth and kiss each finger one by one while you blush. “Would you like to be tied up?” I ask and you nod. I give you a stern look and you swallow thickly.

“Yes, Mommy,” you croak. I pull you close, pressing you hands up between my heavy breasts. You blush like you didn’t get to touch all over them downstairs. I lean forward and give you a quick peck. Then I gently wind the leather cuffs around your hands. They bind tight, holding your hands facing each other with a thick strip of leather in the middle facing each other. The cuffs end in a clip and I draw you over to stand beneath the hook. Gently, I reach up, clipping the cuffs into place on the hook, holding your arms outstretched above your head. It’s high enough that it forces you to arch your back and stand on slightly raised feet, creating a breathtakingly beautiful display.

I stalk around you taking in every angle with open hunger on my face. I take my husband by the hand leading him over closer to where you are almost suspended. “Look at our beautiful toy, Darling,” I say to him. “Doesn’t she look gorgeous?” He agrees, his eyes devouring your body as you wait, on display. I reach out and stroke your face, you shiver. I pull you into a soft kiss, letting you feel my hunger, my lust for your body.

I reach up to my husband and with a hand on his shoulder force him to kneel before you. “Don’t you just want to taste love?” I ask. I bury my hand in his dark hair and guide his mouth towards you. “Stick out your tongue,” I command, and he extends his pink tongue. I guide him to you so just the very tip of your hard, excited cock brushes against it. You both moan and I laugh. Using my hold in his hair as leverage, I guide him to tease your shaft and give you light, tantalizing previews of the wet heat of his mouth. Soon you’re making hungry, keening noises and he’s pushing the boundaries of his own pain tolerance straining to take more of you in.

Still holding his hair, I turn his face up to me. By now he’s tenting the front of the body suit obscenely and his cheeks are flushed to match. “Do you want to suck on our toy?” I ask him.

“Yes Mommy, so much!”

“Can you be good and tease only, no cumming. Either of you?” I command making eye contact with you too. You both nod. I smile and release his hair. He leans forward and swallows you whole. You keen and buck in the restraints. I don’t know if you expected him to go slow or if you weren’t expecting him to be as good as he is, but he sets into a punishing rhythm swallowing you down with ease and pulling back with a delicious suction. It sets you to screaming unintelligible things as your legs shake with pleasure. I chuckle. Showing off his skills in this arena is one of my favorite things about any time we play with another. His cock leaks a steady stream of his excitement, showing me just how much he loves it too.

He slows down, just licks and sucks more casually, turning you into his own personal lollipop. I watch, enjoying the show for a while, but soon I want to find a new game of my own. He has you thoroughly distracted so I don’t altınova escort think you even notice when I slip around behind you. You definitely do when I grope your soft, pert ass cheeks though. With firm hands, I spread them open revealing your tight, pink hole. You let out a strangled gasp, shaking yourself out of the fog his ministrations have put you into enough to pant out a startled “Mommy!?”

“Hush, honey, let Mommy play,” I lean forward and nip your left buttcheek, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to remind you who’s the boss here. You yelp and struggle with the restraints, arching your back harder, which just pushes your pretty pucker closer to me. I smile then lean in, teasing you with a soft, quick lick. You let out a decadent moan. I kiss your puckered hole and you lean forward thrusting your ample cheeks back. I trail my tongue around the edge of your hole making you whimper.

“M-Mmommy, ppplease” you whine and I chuckle before pointing my tongue and dipping it into the middle. You stretch around me just a little and above me you wail. My husband’s efforts step up too, he makes hungry, slurping sounds as he works your cock. “Please, please, I’m so close.” You buck between us, alternately trying to get your cock as far down his throat as possible and impale yourself on my tongue at the same time. I tease your taint with my thumb and you buck mindlessly, lost in the fog of pleasure.

I lick my thumb and swirl it around your hole. You stretch and take it inside easily, whining incoherently. I stretch you gently while he leans down and kisses your smooth balls. Soon you’ve swallowed me up to the first knuckle. “You’re taking me so well sweetheart, do you like it?”

“Yes, God, yes Mommy,” you rasp.

“Do you want more?”

“Mmmm, yessss please,” you beg. I smile and fish out a small bottle of lube we keep nearby for situations just like this. I spread some on my fingers and wait until you still in the restraints.

“How about a show while I stretch you?” I ask and you look confused. I catch my husband’s eye, “Get naked for her,” I command. He smiles rakishly before ambling over to a low couch. He sprawls out on it, giving you a great view of his legs and his hard cock. Slowly, methodically he strips out of the lacey bodysuit giving you more glimpses of his pale, pretty flesh. As he starts to slip it down past his beautiful cock, I slowly slip a lubed finger into your puckered hole. I brush over your prostate for the first time as his big cock slips free, slapping against his stomach. I let you adjust then crook my finger, making you jump with pleasure. He starts to slowly stroke himself; you watch with rapt hungry eyes. I set up a rhythm slowly probing in and out, gliding over your most sensitive spot, making you moan.

When he reaches up to tease his own nipple, I slide a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch makes you whimper and I kiss your cheeks softly. Once you’re used to the stretch, I curl my fingers making you howl. I rub small circles over your sensitive gland, and you go slack in the restraints, arms pulling taut.

“Please, please…” you beg “Mommy, Daddy, please…”

“What is it Pumpkin? Do you want something bigger than Mommy’s fingers?” You look at me with wide eyes but you nod. “Say it baby, you’ve got to ask.”

“Please Mommy, please may I have something bigger, I want it so bad,” I kiss along your hip before beckoning him over. “Oh, OH,” you gasp realizing what I have in mind. I kiss the base of your spine softly before lining him up behind you. I slick his length with more lube from the bottle and he groans.

“Mommy, can I really?” he asks me.

“Of course my Pet, you heard her. Her ass needs more than just fingers. You have to stretch her out for me.” I stand behind him, guiding his hips forward until he’s poised at your entrance. You feel the warm head of him brushing up against your sensitive hole. You groan anticipating how good he’s going to feel, how much he’s going to light up your insides. My hand on his ass pushes him forward, breaching your hole, stretching you one millimeter by the time. Your head falls forward, body going limp again, the restraints the only thing holding you up. His big cock disappears inside you slowly but surely, both of you groaning.

Finally, he bottoms out, pressed up against the soft globes of your ass.

“Mommy,” he gasps, “she feels so gooood.”

“Is she nice and tight?” I ask teasingly. He nods frantically. His hips rock back and forth gently, getting you used to his motion. altıparmak escort He brushes your sweet spot and you moan loudly. I guide him further back and then let his hips go, he snaps them forward burying himself back inside you again and you moan and tug on the restraints.

I slide past him to come around in front of you. You meet my eyes and your pupils are blown with pleasure. You give me a look of desperation and I smile at you. Your eyes stay locked on mine as he slides out and buries himself inside you again, and you let out an animal whine. “Does it feel good, Honey?” I ask. You nod. “He’s big isn’t he?”

“Yess Mommy, so big,” your praise makes him excited and he thrusts back into you fast and hard, burying himself fully inside. You moan loudly and I step forward, letting you bury your face in my tits. I reach out and stroke your face, soothing you as he pounds in and out of your hole.

Both of you are breathing hard now, and I can tell you’re both getting closer and closer to the edge. I tip your soft lips up to mine and kiss you hard. My tongue slips into your mouth to dance with your own. As you race closer and closer to the precipice you are reduced to moans and animalistic cries of pleasure. I savor them all, reaching down to unzip my pants and touch myself. Seeing me touch myself make you wild and you thrash in your restraints but your hands are firmly bound.

“Mommy, mommy, please,” you beg, but I’m not ready to let you touch me just yet. Behind you my husband struggles as he get closer, his thrusts becoming frantic and untimed.

“Are you close baby?” I ask him, and he nods in desperation. “Almost ready to fill up that willing hole? Ready to breed our little slut?” My words encourage him and he speeds up even faster, sawing in and out of you as you gasp and wail. “That’s it, good boy, make sure this little whore is good and stretched out,” I command. He keens and his full length thrusts continue at a punishing pace. I take your pretty face in my hands and make eye contact with you. Seeing you so lost in pleasure and submission feeds and satisfies such a primal part of myself, I love it. “That’s it sweetheart, just let go, let your pleasure take over. Cum now, cum for Mommy, both of you, show me how much you enjoy this!” You both make desperate agonized noises, he thrusts back into you, once, twice, and then he’s spilling into your tight ass, filling you up with his hot cum.

His cock pulsing inside and filling you up is too much for you and you cum hard in white, arcing ropes, a primal scream driven from you. You paint the floor in front of you and my own bare feet. When it’s done and you’re spent, you sag in the restraints boneless and absolutely wrung out.

Behind you my gorgeous husband is sweaty and breathing hard, still buried deep inside you. I brush in close to him, kissing him passionately. “You did so well Pet, time to show Mommy the results.” He grins and pulls out of you slowly. A trickle of his pearly cum escaping to run down the back of your leg. You groan at the loss of him, but then startle as you feel the soft brush of my fingers as I pull your cheeks back apart. I make a hungry noise as your stretched hole flexes, yawning open for me, letting more of his spent seed escape. “Gorgeous, you did so well Pet,” I praise him.

“Ah, ah Mommy, no” you protest, but I ignore you running a finger around your rosy entrance. I tug lightly and you stretch open again immediately, a strong contrast to the vacuum tight start. You struggle and buck but the restraints keep you perfectly in place.

I slick my thumb in the cum dribbling out of you and use it to rub along your now puffy entrance. I tentatively dip it inside, pushing some of his cum back inside you. You moan in excitement. I kiss down your back. “So hot sweetheart, I love seeing you stretched out and filled like this. Did you enjoy it?”

“Gah, yes Mommy,” you moan as my thumb continues exploring your expanded and sensitive entrance.

“But this position has got to be getting uncomfortable doesn’t it?” I ask, as you roll your shoulders, clearly getting tired. I kiss your neck softly as I reach up, unclipping you from the restraints. You sag against me with a sigh. I gather you in my arms and steer you towards the bed. I pull you down with me and you collapse against my chest, burying your face in my breasts. With a fond look, my husband goes to collect a soft towel to clean you up. He tenderly wipes up all the mess before curling up beside you, sandwiching you between us. I pull you into a soft kiss and you murmur sleepily.

“That’s it honey,” I coo, “Sleep for now, you’ve earned it.” I stroke your soft hair and run my hands gently along your beautiful body. You go limp, and I pull up a blanket to wrap around all of us. I kiss your face gently and you giggle but barely stir. I pull you tight and the three of us all settle into sleep.

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

A Night on the Couch Pt. 02

No Comments

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

Ass

This is a loving cuckold story. If that is not your thing, I’m just letting you know. The first chapter of this story was told from the husband’s pov. I’m trying something different, and chapter two will be told by the wife. Wish me luck; and please vote so I know whether or not to try that again. Thanks.

If you tell anyone I admitted this, I will deny it!

My husband was right. Spot on. Prescient. To say he saved our marriage may be excessive, because I love him so. But to say he once again sacrificed to enrich my life? Damn straight.

I had pretty much given up on sex. Well, rewarding sex, anyway. Tom did a pretty good job at cunnilingus, although as with most men, the act was only foreplay for him. He would go down on me and get me good and aroused, then go to “finish the job” with intercourse.

The only problem was that Tom is a inveterate premature ejaculator.

So try as he might, our love-making was predictable. Make out, a few minutes of cunnilingus, Tom pushing into Cindy, Tom cumming almost before he fully penetrated me, leaving me with a mess to clean up.

And no orgasm.

Sometimes I just cut to the chase and either went down on him or gave him a handjob so I wouldn’t have to clean up.

It was not good. I would get frustrated, sometimes angry and resentful. I did not go off on him. Just kept it inside. But Tom is not stupid or uncaring. He knew. How could he not?

Ironically, it was Tom who convinced me to do something about it.

He has always been selfless. Aside from his preemie pecker, he has always put me first.

I am not even the one who brought it up. He was.

One night after he had just spurted copious amounts of his jizz into me and had fallen down beside me on the bed, I began to get up. To go in the bathroom and clean up. The frustrated yet dutiful wife.

He reached out and pressed me gently back onto the mattress. I realized for the first time that there were tears in his eyes. This was bothering him as much if not more than it was me.

Silently, he began kissing his way down my abdomen. Back to my sloppy, cum filled cunny. He crawled between my legs and put his mouth near my sex.

I tried to push him away. “Honey, no…I’m nasty!”

He pushed my hands away. “Babe…you deserve this…and I owe it to you…just relax. USE me.”

And he began licking my pussy again. The thought of him eating himself out of me turned me on. It was almost like a kind of comeuppance for leaving me wanting in the first place. But how could he do that?

This time, he stayed. He made love to my clit with his tongue for a long time…until I had an orgasm! Don’t get me wrong…I had cum before. But by my own hand or with a vibrator. The freedom and sensations of experiencing an orgasm while relaxing, from his efforts, was glorious to me.

And I did not have to go clean up.

In the weeks to come, this became our routine. So much so that each time he would spurt into me, I would instinctively place my hands on his head and press him down to my crotch. Time for mine, bucko.

What had he awakened in me? A couple of times, after he had eaten me to orgasm, he had regained his erection. He habitually tried to push his cock back in to me. I impulsively pushed him away. Nothing doing, buddy. I’m clean now, and I’m gonna stay that way. So now it was him going to sleep all worked up with no release. I felt bad. But then I didn’t.

Then one night, as we were laying in bed, he sent a video from his phone to the TV without preamble. I watched in silence as a porn scene played out. A man with a large penis was fucking a redhead in the missionary position. She was thrashing her head from side to side, bucking her hips up into him, and emitting tantric, orgasmic screams.

My pussy was soaked beneath the covers.

I was surprised by his question.

“Do you think that is real?”

I hesitated. “What do you mean?”

“Is she really cumming from fucking? That much?”

I waited so long to answer that he essentially had his answer.

“Did you cum that hard with the…men you were with before?”

It almost broke my heart. The meaning of his pause was obvious. The…men. He did not rank himself with the MEN I had been with.

“No…I mean, it felt good, but they didn’t make me do that.” As much as it had to hurt, I could not lie to him.

“You deserve that.”

I did not know what to say. “Okay.”

“I mean it. I can’t give it to you, and you deserve it. So we have to find someone to give that to you.”

I was dismayed. “I can’t cheat on you!”

He surprised me with his logic. “Well, first off, it isn’t cheating if I know about it. Life is short. If I can’t give it to you, I can sure as hell make sure a real man does. I can’t fix your BMW, but I can find someone who can. I can’t do electrical, but I can hire an electrician.”

“It is NOT the same thing!”

He spoke quietly, “You’re right. It is more important.”

I had a mix of feelings. I did not want to lose Tom, I did not want to hurt him, and I alaca escort really did not like this “not a real man” place his mind was going. But at the same time my pussy was proclaiming in no uncertain terms what I wanted. I was positively dripping.

“I do not like you saying you are not a real man. You are all man. It’s just this one thing.”

He got the significance of that being the only point I was arguing. I was not saying no to taking a lover.

“I understand. But we have to be honest about my problem. If you don’t cut me slack on it, maybe it will encourage me to fix it. If not, like I said, you deserve this.”

I thought about it. “So nag you?”

“I wouldn’t say nag. But remind me of it. And knowing someone else gets you until I do get better will certainly be an incentive.”

“Will that not be humiliating?”

And with that question, I learned something new about my husband. Within seconds of my using the word “humiliating” the sheets were tented and popped by a huge erection.

I fix him with a look of irony. “Oh, really?”

He turned bright red. I threw back the covers so I could see his throbbing cock. I straddled him, hovering just above his shaft without mounting it. I’m sure he could feel the heat from my hot, needy pussy. But I was not touching him.

I stared directly at him. “Does my little Preemie want big ol’ Mark to fuck me and make me cum, to give me what Preemie cannot?”

I got my answer. “Hnnnnggggkkkk” He made a sort of strangled sound and came all over my pussy and tummy, never having been inside of me.

Good to know. My big strong husband got off on humiliation. I have to admit, it felt powerful. It felt like a little bit of payback for all those times I was left wanting. It aroused me.

I slid up his body and sat the mess on his face. “Eat. Make ME cum, Preemie.”

Mark was a co-worker of Tom’s who we joked about. Not in a bad way. It was just an open secret between Tom and I…we both knew Mark had wanted me for years but had not acted on it. And like Tom, he was hung like a horse. We could see it through his jeans at social gatherings.

He seemed like a gentleman, always quiet and discreet. But the stolen glances at my body and extra attention made it obvious he wanted me.

While I ground myself against his face, I told Tom to set up a date between me and Mark for the next couple of weeks. I reached back and placed my hand on his flaccid penis. “Tell him I need some ‘wood working’ advice…I’ll do the rest.”

The wood reference was not lost on him and soon I felt a powerful wood in my hand. I let go if it lest it go off.

By the time we had reached the date night, I had gained confidence in Tom’s desire for being humiliated, and my arousal from humiliating him. Don’t get me wrong. I am in love with Tom, I do not want to hurt him. But I cannot deny a part of me finds satisfaction in getting a little payback for all the ruined sexual experiences.

I put on a brave, confident front for Tom to see, but I definitely had reservations about actually cuckolding my loving husband that night.

Until I felt the broad, firm but spongy head of Mark’s thick cock stretch me open further than I had ever been.

Until I felt him bottom out inside of me, his big balls pressing against my ass.

Without cumming before he could do so.

When he did not cum, but kept sliding that gloriously hard prick across my G-spot, pulling my clit in with it, over and over and over.

When I experienced my first vaginal orgasm and he still did not cum.

I no longer had any doubts. Tom was right. I deserved this…and I sure as hell was not giving it up now that I had experienced it!

Mark made love to me several times that night. He made me cum so hard, and so often…I wondered if it was a dream.

When he finally did fill me up with his semen, I just had to go share it with Tom. Partly to show him he was right, partly to pick on him.

When I stood in front of him, well used, I kinda knew he would lose it. When he shot cum all over himself, it aroused me. But I could not tell him that. I just told him he was pathetic and made him clean me up. Which aroused the hell out of him.

When that night was over, I told Tom that I wanted him to find a solution for his “problem.”. Was it medical? Psychological? Could we find some kind of treatment for it?

After listening to my orgasmic screams with Mark, he assumed I was just being kind. He told me he loved me, and could live with me having a better lover in my life.

How to make him understand?

“Look dumbass. Mark is terrific. And you’re right. I am going to keep letting him fuck me until you figure things out.”

We were laying in bed. I was laying on my side looking at him.

“Mark stayed hard almost the whole time. He made sure I came and came and came before he did. I never came so hard in my life. He did not jizz himself as soon as he felt my pussy on his dick.”

A tear formed below his eye. “I figured.”

“Mark alanya escort did not win my heart at the county fair. Mark did not hold me in his arms for weeks after my dad died because I was completely lost. Mark has not worked nights and weekends for years to build our home, our life. Mark is not the man I want to raise children with. He is a good man, but he is not you, Tom.”

I laid my head on his chest.

“I can only imagine how much more intense the feelings Mark gave me last night would be if they were coupled with the love I have for you. Will you learn how to give me that?”

What could he say? With a trembling voice, he said yes.

He was true to his word, but of course nothing like that could happen overnight.

Tom did online research, he went to his primary care doctor who sent him to a specialist, and he worked at it. It became his purpose.

At the same time we both enjoyed our adventures with Mark. Tom admitted to me openly that he got off on being humiliated sexually. Not in general. I mean, the little digs like calling him Preemie were fun for both of us, but I would never abuse him openly in public.

One thing I refused to do was have encounters with Mark without Tom present. Of course the primary purpose of our trysts was my pleasure, as Tom had suggested. However giving Tom incentive and picking on him for both our entertainment was important too. And solo sessions would feel too much like cheating.

Tom began doing Kegel exercises, and working out more. His doctor prescribed some medications that “might” help. And much to my surprise, after my next session with Mark, Tom asked him for advice. Wow, that took courage.

By this time I had decided that I did not want to leave Tom tied up for hours each time Mark made love to me. Note I said each time; sometimes I did. For the times I did not, we had ordered a really nice chastity belt for my hubby. It was very comfy, stainless steel and actually fastened to a waist belt he could not take it off himself. And…after having done my due diligence on the subject…much to his chagrin it was so small that not even the slightest erection was possible.

So there I was, straddling my husband’s face on the couch so he could clean my lover’s cum out of my snatch, while my lover sat nearby explaining his theories on premature ejaculation to my hubby. While hubby’s cock pulsed, making his chastity cage jump.

And every once and awhile Tom would send vibrations into my sex as he attempted to say, “hmmm” or “uh-huh.” Now it was my turn to wonder if I was in the Twilight Zone.

I’m not sure I was enamored with Mark’s theory.

“Did you have this problem with other girls you were with?”

Tom shook his head in the negative, his face moving pleasantly sideways on my labia.

“Well, maybe it’s because you’ve got Cindy up on a pedestal, bud. Maybe you’re so wound up by the time it comes to doing the deed that you lose it because in your head…or heads…she is the be all end all. Maybe you need to dial it back a bit and think of her as just another girl…”

I threw a pillow at him, laughing, “Asshole!”

For my next trick…or teachable moment, I wanted Tom to learn more about Mark’s ummm…technique.

I wanted him to see and appreciate how Mark used his penis, sure. But more importantly for me, I wanted him to see how cunnilingus could be sooo much more than just foreplay. I wanted him to learn what I had learned from Mark. That savoring and loving me with his mouth could and should be a relaxed, very lengthy experience we both could enjoy.

To that end, one night Tom found himself tied securely to a wooden chair, his chastity cage locked in place. He was positioned between the bed and the window, facing the bed, and our big screen TV.

I have a small digital camera which is mounted on a velcro strap, usually designed for someone to wear about their head or on a hat, so they can record from their POV.

For this occasion, I secured it to my right thigh, with the camera facing my crotch. I connected it via bluetooth to the big screen TV.

In this way, Tom would not only be taking in the sights, sounds and scents of our love-making, he would also witness close-up Mark’s techniques and abilities with his mouth and tongue on my genitalia. In addition to his thick cock servicing me for a long, long time.

This time I did gag my hubby. More as a reminder to him not to speak and interrupt us than anything. When I had gotten online to order a ball gag, I had seen several different types, including several sizes of “penis” gags. The humiliation factor was just too delicious, so Tom’s mouth was filled almost to his throat with a silicone cock, which was strapped around his head. The embarrassment in his eyes was great, and it was the closest he would ever get to me making him suck a dick. But he did not know that.

The head of it just barely tickled the entrance to his throat, causing him to reflexively swallow repeatedly. This had the effect of making it appear alsancak escort he was desperately trying to suck the phallus, which gave me great ammo to tease him with. “Wow, you really, really WANT a dick, don’t you?? Maybe Mark would be willing to help you out…his tastes really good…you’d like it.”

He frantically shook his head in the negative.

When Mark did arrive that night, he and I sat out in the living room sharing a drink for a few minutes. I wanted to build the anticipation for Tom, and it seemed to have worked. He was pensive when we walked in.

It was not easy at first, but I pretended to ignore him as Mark and I undressed each other in front of him. Mark took his time unwrapping his gift, slowly removing my bra and suckling the breasts Tom loves. Sucking hickies on to them that my husband would see for days and be reminded that a “better” man put them there. I’d say it made me wet to think about it, but that ship had sailed already.

It was not so difficult to ignore Tom once we began making love. Mark is so good with his tongue, he knows how to manipulate every part of my sex, hardening or softening his tongue, bathing or lashing my labia or my clit at just the right time.

As I was enjoying his attentions, I glanced up at the big screen to see a close up of his mouth and tongue on my pussy. He was obviously enjoying me and was enthusiastic.

The only point of view I had ever had of cunnilingus was the top of a guy’s head.

When I got to watch as Mark sucked my swollen clit past his lips and began darting his tongue across it inside his mouth, I lost it. I came, screaming as the orgasms coursed through my body.

Poor Tom told me later he came too. Inside his cage, once again a ruined orgasm, just cum seeping out of his restrained manhood.

Tom’s first real lesson was about to begin. I know he was completely discombobulated as he watched my reactions. As he saw Mark master my body, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm, then how he calmed my senses so he could build me back up and do it all again. How his oral attentions were the purpose themselves and not merely a momentary act on the way to intercourse. Mark ENJOYED eating me for at least an hour.

I was in heaven. I have to admit, I was totally focused on myself, as Mark had told me to do. My only thoughts of Mark were what he may do next for me.

My thoughts of Tom were how his witnessing this aroused me more. And how I wished it was him doing these things to me. I know it seems like a strange contradiction, but it is true. You’ve been mad at someone you are in love with, right? I was not mad at Tom, but I did take a certain amount of satisfaction from his discomfort because he was NOT giving me what Mark could.

When Mark’s broad manhood penetrated me with Tom watching, I began quivering…my entire body shook with need. Because I knew. I knew from experience. I knew that THIS cock was not going to spurt and die. It was only the beginning of an incredible ride.

I had my eyes closed, but forced myself to open them and look up at the TV. The combination of FEELING that big cock open me up, coupled with WATCHING the shaft disappear into my sodden vagina was incredible.

“Ohhhgawwwd….Ohh Marrrrrkkkk…fuck me…”

I heard Tom groan. I did not detect anger, but envy. Was he envious of me? Of Mark? Or of Mark’s abilities?

Mark did as I asked for almost two hours. He fucked me missionary, he took me from behind while I faced Tom, watching in hyper-aroused anguish. I rode him cowgirl style and while he sat with me holding him tight.

Mark came at least three times. But each time he remained impaled within me and loved on me until he quickly recovered and resumed fucking me.

Poor Tom. Had it been him making love to me, we would have been finished in seconds.

When Mark was done with me, or more accurately when I was done with him, I kissed him goodnight. Then I released my husband and had him clean my well used snatch. But I never unlocked him. He was a quivering mess. It would have been pointless (for me) to let him attempt to make love to me that night.

I was thrilled two nights later when we did make an attempt, though. Tom had been working hard doing exercises and taking medications.

And he had learned a lot from Mark’s example.

Without my insistence, he went down on me, and stayed there for a good long time. He gave me several orgasms. Having watched the close-ups of Mark’s tongue work, he practiced doing the same thing, to great effect.

It felt so fucking good receiving that from the man I loved…and it was obvious he was really, really, into it.

I cried out his name, professing my love for him.

“Oh, Tom! Tom, yes! I love you and your tongue!”

In response, he jizzed all over our sheets. Oh well. Baby steps.

For the next six months I had regular very satisfying sessions with Mark. Tom was always present, in fact the three of us went on a few dates together.

During that sixth month, Tom and I were making love. He had just finished an extended helping of what was now his favorite meal…me.

He moved up and penetrated me. I loved the feel of his manhood plowing into my womanhood. Yes, I loved the feel of Mark too, but once again, the emotional connection with Tom made it so much better while it lasted.

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

A Day in the Life of a Slave Pt. 03

No Comments

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

Babes

****All characters in this series are fictional and has no link with anyone. To understand Bell’s complete story read part 1&2***

Master walks right into the house through the open front door. The visual he gets impresses him. He sees his half naked slave kneeling waiting for him. Slave’s pussy and her udders are on display and is at his disposal and mercy to be used as he wishes to.

As every day, he takes the leash and the report from my caretaker. He wishes her goodbye as her day comes to an end. I am now handed over to master for the evening. There are times when I wonder, how would my caretaker’s evenings be like, once she is discharged from her duties? Unlike me, does she goes home and rest while sipping on coffee or maybe she meets her boyfriend and have hot evening romance. Oh boy, am I jealous? Well maybe a little. It has been ages since I was fucked by my master. I hope today is the day when he would reward this slave’s pussy with a hard, rough fuck.

I am bought back to my senses from my wonderland, when master wishes me good evening in his ritualistic way of pinching both my tits, squeezing them hard around the nipple ring and twisting them. “Good evening Bella”. “So, how was your day”? I have learnt to identify his rhetorical trick questions. Early days of my training, I would jump out of excitement to share small talks with my master. But hard slaps across my face had taught me my place. A slave’s position is that of a mere object. It is only to be used and over used and made to slog as per master’s command. Master doesn’t need to know how was “the slave’s day”. He just needs to know if I have learnt my position and done my task well.

I answered “as a slave and a slut, my day depends on how well I have performed my service to you, my master”. “Only master gets to decide how a slave’s day would be.” Master seemed to be impressed with my answer. He pulls me by my leash, signing me to crawl behind him while he takes his place on the couch. I go on to unlace his shoes and shocks and putting them back to place. Meanwhile master opens my report file and takes a quick glance and gives a satisfied nod. He ağrı escort then puts the file down and unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. His hard dick pops out of his underwear.

He grabs me by my hair pushes my face towards his manhood. I kiss the head of his dick and start rolling my tongue over it. I have been trained on how to worship master’s dick. I slowly start sucking on the top and then move my head down his shaft. He pushes my head more till my nose is touching his belly and his dick chocking the back of my throat. I use my tongue to pleasure all of his dick while he enjoys the warmth of my mouth and enjoy seeing me drool around his dick. Over and over he fucks my mouth. Pushing his shaft all the way in and then again pulling it out completely. Occasionally he would slap me hard whispering into my ear “Have you forgotten how badly I can bruise your tits if you fail in your task. Come on you fucking cum slut, do your job well.” He grabs my tits and pulls them hard to remind me, what can happen if I fail to please master.

My dutiful slave mouth and tongue gets the motivation it needs to do a better job. I bob my head up and down his shaft and soon enough my mouth is filled with his juices. I finally get to taste master’s reward. How proud I am to have pleasured my master well. In the handbook of slavery, pleasuring the master comes as point no. 1.

Master has a calming satisfied look on his slave. He asks me for his drink. I pour him his favourite evening whisky and then I kneel at his feet like an obedient bitch. Master places his sweaty feet in front of my face while he sits back and relax. I put my tongue to use and start licking his foot. I start by sucking his toes and then licking in between them. I then move to the underside and role my tongue all over. Once master is satisfied with my feet cleaning he presents me another of his foot. I repeat the same process.

By now he is done with his drink and rises to go to the washroom. He freshens up and takes a quick shower while I serve his dinner on the table. Over an year of training has put me in autopilot mode. I now know exactly çeşme escort what to do and when to do.

Master serves himself a plate of food and puts some food in my bowl. He sits down in the front of the television watching his favourite match while I get on all four in front of him. He uses my back to rest his legs while I munch on my foot taking full precaution of not moving much while eating so I can become an useful and reliable foot stool.

I eat and lick away the entire bowl of food as I know I need all the energy to survive the rest of the evening. I know what’s waiting ahead for me. Yes, my daily dose of disciplining.

Since the start of my training it has been a set schedule that after dinner my master will take me to my training room and use me as he wishes to. Earlier days was full of hard whipping and electro play and always ended with his dick giving me long hard fucks. But the course of action has changed over time.

After his dinner, master leads me to the grounds instead of the room. He pushes me towards a tree. He then strips me down of my training uniform. My corset, butt plug, chastity and the nipple rings. Everything is stripped off.

He then grabs my hanging udder and squeeze it hard. With his other hand he grabs me by my hair and makes me stand on my feet against the tree trunk. I am almost in tears with the pain and trying hard to control myself from making any noise. My back is getting scratched from the rough tree trunk while master places his mouth on my tits and starts sucking and nibbling on them. I can feel my pussy turning wet.

“What a slut am I. I get wet even when I am being sexually molested”. My master says that this is what makes me a perfect slave for him.

Soon i feel his fingers on my pussy. His fingers touches my clit and it sends a wave of shock through my body. My head tilts back against the tree and a moan escapes my mouth. He pushes two fingers up my hole and fingers me hard and fast. I am on cloud nine, I know nothing, I feel nothing except the immense pleasure in between my legs. I am close, very close to cumming when I aydın escort feel a sharp pain as master pinches my clit.

In the frenzy of feeling the ecstasy I had forgotten my place. A slave is only for masters pleasure and not for herself.

Master pushes me down on the ground, face down. He picks up the butt plug and start invading my butt hole. Again and again he fucks my hole. He then picks up the riding corp and smackkk….the beating lands right on my back. A helpless sound escapes my mouth. He pulls my leash and chokes me while he continues to fuck my hole and alternatively beats my back. Tears roll down my face and I grasp for every bit of air that I can sucks in. Like a helpless dog, I stay put, taking all the disciplining that master gives to his slave.

By now I have started seeing stars in front of me. I am grasping for breath while crying and begging for him to stop. Finally he stops. He releases my leash and steps back to see his handy work on my back. After giving a satisfied nod he steps back.

Master than offers me water which is gratefully lap up, while he pets my head. He wipes my tears and whispers to me, “I am proud of you slave. You have come a long way in your journey of becoming a good slave.”.

This was music to my ears. Atlast, one year of hardship and the day was finally here. My master is proud of me. I am a worthy property to him. I am his owned collared slave. I was reminiscing all those good and bad days when master first found me and took me in, how he trained and punished me, my collaring ceremony. All of those had lead to this fruitful day.

Finally it was time to end the day. Master took me to my cage which was kept in the grounds. He opened the cage door and I crawled in. The cage was the only room I will ever own.

I lay down on my back while he tied my leash to the cage bars. I opened my legs and he tied each leg and hands separately, leaving some room for me to move. Then comes the final tuck in. Suction cup of a milking machine is fitted to my udders. No, it is not for milking me. Atleast not yet. It is only to ensure that my udders are kept bounded tight in a vacuum cup while I get comfortable with the thought that one day I will be his hucow.

Finally he covers me with a bedsheet and puts my blindfolds on. I hear the clinking of the lock, knowing that another day of my slave journey ended beautifully.

****the end*******

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

100 Centimetres – Experience 19

No Comments

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

Amateur

‘What do you feel like eating for dinner?’ I ask an hour after you have come home from work, massaging your shoulders as you sip your cup of tea.

‘We are going out tonight’ was your reply, ‘And dress warm. It is snowing outside’.

I was expecting more information or some directions on what to wear but nothing came. I make my way upstairs to shower and get dressed. Well, if I get to decide what I am wearing, I am one hundred percent going in my comfort clothes of band t-shirt and cargo pants. I pull my mop of blonde curls up into a ponytail, apply some deodorant and perfume, adding some dark blue eye shadow and eye liner to shape my grey blue eyes. Putting on my black bra, skipping the underwear, I also pull a tank top over my head and put on some tights. I then put my favourite Nightwish t-shirt on and my navy camo cargo pants. A light jumper, some grey faux fur boots, tucking my pants into the top of my boots and pulling on my heavy winter jacket.

Taking one last look in the mirror and after correcting an unruly curl, I make my way downstairs where I join you. You are dressed in dark pants and a dark blue polo shirt with the top button undone. Your chest hair seen from the opening. There is a shine from your still damp hair from your shower. I had to bite my bottom lip, not to gasp. God, you looked so divine, blue is definitely your colour. I often wonder if my Master knew how much I was attracted to him. Those dark eyes that held so much life and that smile… that smile just makes everything better. It lights up the darkest of places.

‘Ok, ready to go?’ you ask as you wrap a scarf around your neck and pulling on your winter jacket.

‘I am” still expecting you to give me instructions of some kind but they never came. No comment on my clothing choice either. I follow you out the side door into the garage. You could feel the biting cold from the wintery weather from inside the enclosed space. I pull my jacket closer to my body as I climb into the car. And I forgot my gloves. Of course, I did.

But I was distracted, I had never been so confused before. We were going out and there was no playful element. No butt plug, no bullet vibrator, no secret act. Just normal. And it made me feel uneasy, like something was wrong and there was unquestionably something missing. Our car ride was silent, just the sound of the car engine and imagery of snowflakes falling consistently outside.

After some time, we arrive outside a vast theatre-like complex. I could not see any banners or signage that gave away what we were going to. Damn me and my curiosity. Waiting is always the hardest part. You park the car and we make our way to the entrance of the complex. The snow is steadily falling making it a slippery, wet and cold trek.

Coming up to the entrance, all the windows were blacked out, once again giving no hint as to what we were attending. The security presence was intimidating to say the least. Signs up everywhere clearly stating strictly no minors. When it is our turn to enter, the security guard asks for our identification and tickets. We both hand over of IDs which are carefully scrutinised before they are handed back to us. You hand the guard two black tickets that I glimpse the word Blackout on them. After the tickets are scanned, we are permitted access.

Walking into the lobby of the building, there are heavy purple velvet curtains hung over the walls. Black satin banners with white writing saying the words Blackout. You could hear the soft bass from some modern synthesised dance music. This did pique my interest as neither of us were the modern dance type people. We wander down a long corridor to enter the actual event.

Upon entering, I could do nothing but gasp for breath! What lay in front of my eyes was too much to behold. Every direction I turned my head, my eyes were met with paintings, displays, sculptures and screens displaying the most lewd and scandalous of scenes. The ambiance completed by darkness that was dimly lit by pillar candles in ornate silver candelabrum with spotlights directed at each artwork, highlighting each curve, shadow and the unmistakeable theme of the event. Bondage Discipline/Dominance Submissive/Sadism Masochism

I turn my head to look you in the eyes, my eyes so wide, my jaw open in shock. And you laughed at me!

‘With the things we get up to at home, this shouldn’t be so shocking, my slut. But, if you don’t close that mouth of yours, I will find a use for it’ you teasingly said.

I quickly snap my mouth shut, looking at the floor in embarrassment. You take my hand in yours, warming it from the chilly weather outside and lead me to the first of the displays. A floor to ceiling, framed painting. A scenery of a dungeon, a cloaked lord upon a throne-like chair. In front of him, his naked slave kneeling with chains attached to her arms and legs, kissing his feet. Red striped markings from a whip clearly on show over her naked body.

Next is a beautiful marble life size sculpture. A woman adıyaman escort carved in intricate detail, baring no clothes with the exception of a blind fold. She stands with her legs apart, her arms tied directly above her. Her head tipped slightly back with an unmistakable orgasmic expression on her face. Each curve, shadow and detail carved carefully into the exquisite white stone. You wrap your arms around my waist from behind. Your body pushed against mine. I could feel every breath you took, your warmth, your touch.

‘What are you thinking about?’ you spoke into my ear.

‘How very much I would like for you to tie me up like this. Vulnerable, naked, blind. It is enticing and a turn on to say the least’, I answer back. My eyes never wavering from the sight before me. My imagination taking me to a faraway place, a fantasy, a day dream.

You move the hair from my ponytail away from my neck and lightly kiss it, your teeth grazing the skin, sending goose bumps all of my body. ‘Oh, you will my slut, you will’ you murmur.

You lead me away from the sculpture to a wall of glass cabinets. Their contents lit carefully by small LED lights. Collars. An endless array of collars. Leather collars with rings, metal studs and straps. Their colour, style and width varied greatly. I never thought of them as an artwork but them laying there in the glass cabinets, they were something to be marvelled at. We across the section of day collars. Beautiful, exquisite designs. A powerful meaning contained within a collar in the shape of a necklace.

Something caught my attention with the day collars. The locking mechanism. It was a hex lock that required a tiny hex key to secure or unlock it. This was giving full control to your owner. Only they had the power to remove your collar from around your neck. And only they can be the one to place it there in the first place. How I long to feel mine around my bare neck. One day I think to myself as I reach up to touch my neck where my collar will be.

The next wall is a collection of toys. Dildos, vibrators, anal beads, gags, whips, gags, paddles, swatters, Ben Wa Balls, nipple clamps, nipple pumps. An assortment of the most mixed variety. Some I was very eager to try and I knew you knew what they were. I can feel the wetness between my legs start to amplify. My body was growing hot and the craving I have for you to use me is incredibly intense. But there is no time to focus on how I am feeling as you steer me toward the next display.

In the corner of the room is a solid timber chair that has leather cuffs secured to the arms and legs of the hair. The four-poster bed with stocks and anchor points for bondage play. A swing, beautifully presented with chains wrapped in black satin, vibrant blue flowers and foliage twisted around each one. There was an immense scorched timber X with torch flames either side in the middle of the room. The X was on a spinning podium that slowly revolved, the flames flickering in the dark.

Multiple TV screens showing short videos of deep throating, choking, anal play, every hole use, bondage, punishment, spanking, whipping, breeding, pain; each one playing their respected unique sounds of sucking, moaning, slapping, begging and instructions. One’s eyes could not help but be inundated and stimulated by the graphic scenes in front of you.

As we make our way through the exhibition, I become increasingly fidgety. My face starts to colour pink, my whole body heating up. I keep pulling at my clothing, trying to get some relief from the sudden sauna-like temperature I am suffering.

‘What’s the matter?’ you whisper in my ear. The smell of your cologne stimulating every one of my senses. It isn’t fair you smell so wonderful. It is a true weapon against us poor defenceless women.

‘I feel like I’m wearing too much clothing’ I whisper back while trying to fan my face.

‘How much is too much?’ you laughingly ask.

‘All of it’ I reply without thinking.

‘So, take it off then’ you mischievously say, your eyes daring me.

Without so much as a word, I start unbuttoning my winter jacket. I hand it to you with a grin on my face. Challenge accepted Master; I think to myself. Next my jumper, and my band t-shirt. I take my boots off and undo the button to my camo pants. Shimmering out of my camo pants, I hand them to you and go to take my tights off, when you stop me.

‘As much as I am enjoying you stripping in public my slut, you can’t walk around completely naked’ you say.

‘Can I at least take my bra off?’ I ask teasingly.

‘You may’ you answer, your eyes not leaving my body as I unclasp the bra from under my tank top and pull it out from under my shirt.

Layer upon layer removed. Now standing before you in just a tank top with my hard nipples poking through the thin material and dark tights. I was grateful they were dark tights, otherwise they would be showing the soaking wetness from my pussy for sure. After pulling my afşin escort boots back on, I take my discarded layers from you and wrap them up into a somewhat carriable pile and tuck them under my arm. Much better.

Happily walking in front of you, I suddenly stop as something catches my attention from the corner of my eye. It is a video of a girl; she must have been in her mid-twenties but she was dressed as a much younger girl. Her hair was in twin braids with ribbon, she was wearing a purple fairy costume with glitter wings, a tiara and laying on her stomach on a bed surrounded by animal stuffed toys. In front of her was a colouring in book and she was colouring. A man in a suit walked up to her and she became all excited and squealed ‘Daddy’, jumping up and kissing him excitedly.

He asked her how her day was and if she missed him. Calling her his little girl and praised her colouring and she held onto her stuffy elephant toy. Something inside me stirred, why did that scene feel right, why could I imagine myself as that girl? An adult, yet my inner child allowed to surface. What did that mean?

My mind was dizzy and confused and I think you knew that my Master. We still had some of the exhibition to see but you said that it was time to go home. I nodded my head in an agreement, gripping your hand as we walked through the hallways toward the exit. It was snowing lightly as we walked, but I could not feel it. The snow was melting as soon as it touched my skin.

On the drive home, I couldn’t sit still. Despite the snow outside, I was hot and restless. My mind filled with scenes that I never thought to imagine. Longing to feel your touch on my body, needing you to use me, my breathing fast yet short and shallow. My body trembling as it is sent into a hyper craving of desire. The outside world dissolving away and all I see, is you. My owner, the man who possesses my thoughts, who I give myself to willingly.

After parking the car, we both go inside where I sit down on the lounge. My mind a million miles away. You place a soft grey blanket around my shoulders and leave the room. I am not sure how long I sat there, locked away in my own thoughts but I you are suddenly in front of me, pulling me up towards you. You kiss my forehead, then my nose until at last, I feel your lips against mine. That kiss waking me from my trance. My lips lock with yours, deepening with every passing second. Who needs to breathe when they can kiss you, Master?

You pull away, my face turns into a put, I was really enjoying that kiss. Taking my hand, you lead me downstairs to the finished basement. Except for one lamp in the corner, the rest of the basement is dark. There are ropes suspended from the timber support beams on the ceiling, connected by anchor points. When did you install of this, I think to myself. Then again, I don’t exactly spend a lot of time in the basement.

Giving me two hand ties and ribbons, you instruct me to put my hair in piggy tails and to tie the ribbons over the tops of the hair ties. I go into the basement bathroom and remove my hair from its ponytail. My long curly hair was unruly in a ponytail. In piggy tails, it was volume times two. I couldn’t help but swish my hair from side to side, feeling my hair on each shoulder. It made me look so young, so innocent.

Coming out of the bathroom, you grab me and pull me under where the ropes are hanging from the ceiling. I am still wearing my tank top and tights so am a little bewildered when you start to secure my hands with the rope. Wrapping them around my wrists and making me stand in a star like position. They are tight but not uncomfortable. There is certainly no way I can escape them without your help. With a pair of scissors, you make quick work of removing my tank top and tights. I can feel the cold steel against my skin as you snip away the material.

From behind me, you gently push a ball gag into my mouth, the leather strap affixing it to my head, pushing my jaw and teeth apart. My tongue running along the shape of the hard silicone ball now inside my mouth. You place a dark blue, padded, satin blindfold over my eyes. The world suddenly plunged into darkness. I feel your fingers wrap around my piggy tails, pulling my head backward. Soft, feather like kisses just below my ear, that become more forceful until I feel your teeth bite into my pale white flesh. The sharpness sending tingling sensations all over my body, awakening every nerve. I tried to express this with a moan but the gag muffled any sound I could attempt to make.

I feel the release of your fingers from my hair, my ears trying to carefully listen as to where my Master was. You had taken away my ability to speak and to see so my other senses had to quickly adapt and make up for the losses. You would have made an excellent ninja Master, as the raw stinging pain I felt as the belt hit my arse, I did not hear coming. It didn’t hurt as such but it did catch me by surprise and I drew as deep afyon escort breath in as I could, before I felt the belt against my flesh again. The belt making your mark on my skin, turning it red in colour.

You cracked the belt again against my arse and again and again. Each slap feeling more raw and piercing than the last making me jump and hop, switching between each leg, trying to ease some of the pain. I can feel tears start to form in my eyes. I don’t remember how many times that belt touches my arse but I do know it is not going to be comfortable sitting down for the next couple of days. At last, the slapping stops and I can regain my composure and my arse can rest. Or so I thought…

The familiar buzzing sound of a toy approaches. You run the vibrator over my hardened nipples, down my stomach, pausing on my clit for a few seconds before pushing it into my pussy. And how I loved it! My sodden pussy walls engulfed the vibrator, pulling it deeply and further inside. The vibrations coursing through every part of my body, sending pleasure and feelings of exhilaration every nanosecond.

You start to steadily move the vibrator in and out of my wet cunt, rubbing my clit at the same time. Making me push against your fingers trying to feel more, wanting to reach to a higher place, needing to. In and out, repetitious as those actions where, they did not feel like that to me. There was a building inside of me, a climax not too far off. But I knew you too well to just let me orgasm so quickly. No, you were not done playing with me just yet.

Mere seconds after I had that thought, you turn off the vibrator, slapping my clit three times before removing the toy from my pussy. The emptiness it felt when the toy was removed was sorrowful. I hear your hypnotic voice ‘Each spank, you need to count. As you cannot speak, you will count using your fingers. You will be punished if you miss a count’.

And just like that a sharp slap across my left breast. With the suddenness of the slap, I almost forgot to put one of my fingers up to start the count and remembered just in time. Another slap on my cunt, causing me to jump. A second finger up. Another slap, this time against the back of my thighs. This one caused me to squirm, the pain a lot more intense than my breasts and cunt, my arse even. I shakily put-up finger number three. On and on it went, never knowing where you would use the belt next, my breasts, stomach, cunt, arse, thighs, all baring red markings. A guessing game if you will. I just had to focus on the count and trying not to drool everywhere with the gag being in my mouth.

When you reached thirty-one, you stopped, giving me a chance to catch my breath and become aware of where the belt had met its mark. It stung but it also was pleasurable. It was an intense sensation and with being naked in front of you, vulnerable and bound, the feeling was powerful and left me feverish. I shuffle on my feet, restless. Unable to see you but wanting to feel your delightful and seductive touch.

I feel the leather of the belt wrap around my neck, you tighten it. Tighter and tighter it hugs around my neck, putting pressure against my airway. You adjust my body by pulling my arse back against your naked body. Your fingers running over my back and arse. I feel your hands pulling my arse cheeks apart and your swollen cock dripping with pre-cum between my legs. You rub your cock against my slit toward my arsehole and back to my pussy opening. Ever the tease and I have no idea which hole you will choose to take.

I whimper softly, which you cannot hear through the gag. You are teasing me again Master! I just want to feel you inside me. Happily, for me, at that precise moment, you drive your hard cock into my warm and waiting cunt. Your grip on the belt stiffens as you tighten its hold around my neck. Sliding into my warm slit over and over. Bringing me to a place that can only be described like climbing a mountain. Going higher and higher until you reach the top, the peak. The belt becoming tighter, choking me a little at first to a lot as your pace quickens. My breathing becomes shallow as you start to slam into my cunt, a wet slapping sound resonating off the walls as I become so close to the edge, I could just dive off it.

The belt becomes tighter again as you quicken your pace, driving into me, impaling me on your godlike shaft constantly. You grunt to hold my breath as you choke me with the belt, your thrusting becoming more and more earnest. Being on the edge is one of the most exhilarating yet excruciating ordeals one could ever experience. The waiting, the build-up, the teasing, the patience, all lead up to this one elated moment.

After what felt like ages but would have been mere moments, you whisper those words I so longingly needed to hear. ‘Cum now slut’. And cum I did. A ripple of orgasmic energy that had stockpiled during the course of the night was finally free. Taking me to a higher high where my pussy clamped onto my owner’s cock, locking him deep within as he pumped his hot sticky seed deep inside me. My entire body quivered, wracked with powerful convulsions, as wave after wave of my climax hit. My teeth biting into the gag. The choking adding another dynamic of not just sending me to the clouds but to the stars.

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

No Longer Your Teacher

No Comments

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

Anal

No Longer Your Teacher

I had a Spanish teacher in high school. She isn’t the typical hot teacher you might be envisioning, but she was definitely not below average in the looks department. During my years in the school, she got pregnant. Twice. So that probably contributed to the student not having a crush on her. Including me. Our student teacher relationship was fine. I was very much above average in her subject, but not the best and definitely not the hardest working. But I guess I am kinda gifted with relationships. Plus, over the years I found out I have the kind of personality that teaches like while not being a teacher’s pet.

Well anyway, I graduated this year and ended up at the university in my hometown. One day as I was walking home, I met her and her 2 kids. We talked a little. She asked about university. We chatted a bit about her kids (who were unsettlingly grown btw). As I said goodbye, she told me that since she wasn’t my teacher anymore, I could drop the formal tone with her. It was strange, but pleasant.

Well, I didn’t make much of that interaction. Why would I? She has 2 kids. A husband at home. And I am not about destroying marriages. About a month later I was going to a lecture, and I passed her by. I was in a hurry, so we only greeted each other. Her smile while greeting me though stuck with me. It was so genuine. So cute. And, my god, so sexy. I didn’t know what to make of it. I just went to the lecture and had to hide a semi all throughout the lecture. Don’t blame me I’m only 19, that’s what hormones do. The class ended around 7pm that day. I was exhausted, my semi just disappeared so I was just heading home.

It’s getting quite dark out. Fall does that around here. I don’t live too far from campus. Only like 10 minutes on foot. About halfway home I run into her once more. This time alone. I wasn’t in a hurry this time so.

“Good evening Mrs. Baker!”

“Hi Alex. I told you you can call me Chelsea.”

“Yeah sorry. It just feels weird. I’ll try though.”

“Cool. Did you just finish in uni!?”

“Yeah… Thursdays are long ha-ha”

“Sure seems like it. You must be exhausted.”

“It’s not the end of the world. At least I have a 3 day weekend. Worth it in my opinion ha-ha. Oh, sorry am I holding you up?”

“Oh no. Not at all I just dropped the kids off at their grandma’s. I’m just heading home to get some me time.”

“Sound great. No kids, no husband, just a relaxing night.”

“Exactly. Although… My husband left when the 2nd kid was born.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry.”

“It’s acıbadem escort okay. It was 3 years ago. I’m over that scumbag”

“That’s good. Well anyway. I’ll let you go. Don’t want to take away your me time.”

“Don’t worry about that. Hey. You can come over if you want for a drink. We can catch up.”

“Uhm sure. If you don’t mind.”

We made our way to her apartment. A small hole basically. Probably the only thing a single mother can rent on a teacher’s salary with 2 kids. On the way we caught up on university and school stuff. So, when we arrived the easy topics were all used up.

“So how are you handling the 2 kids?”

“Well, it’s not as difficult as I thought it’d be. My mother helps a lot, this place is super cheap. So, it’s surprisingly fine. Plus, on days when my mother takes the kids, I can have a bit of fun too.”

“Bit of fun? Going out with friends? Sounds great.”

“You can call it that. But honestly, I enjoy being a single mother. I don’t want a step father to my kids. So, everyone knows their place.”

In the meantime, she fixed us both some whisky. And she wasn’t shy. She filled the glasses. But as she said that last sentence I got flustered. I don’t know what to say. I took a large sip. I happen to really like whisky. She must have noticed my face turn red. She sat down next to me and leaned onto me.

“Don’t be so surprised. I’m not even 35. I’m single, I still want to meet people. Even if I have kids.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. And by the way, you don’t look 34 at all.”

“Thanks.”

“The first time we met today, and you smiled at me.”

“Yeah?”

“I never noticed how cute your smile was.”

“Oh?”

She finished her drink. Wow. She put her hands on my thigh.

“I guess I didn’t pay attention in school.”

“And it seems you thought I was married ha-ha”

“Yeah that may have contributed ha-ha”

“Well I’m glad you like it. If you continue like this, you might see it a lot tonight.”

Yeah, that turned me on even more. And then. She moved her hand. Up my thigh and she grabbed my semi hard cock. Through my pants. But it was enough for me to be completely flustered. I turned to look at her, she was gazing up at me. Her beautifully thin face and her cute glasses drew me in and the next thing I know, we are passionately making out. I got on top of her as she laid down on the couch, her hands still on my cock. I swear to God kissing her was better than kissing anyone else. She tasted amazing, her tongue was everything. Her body undermine adana escort felt so delicate. So fragile. Her breasts pressing against me was so soft. It took all my strength to stop kissing her. But it had to be done. I moved down to her neck while slowly unbuttoning the shirt she has on. When it was completely undone, I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. I moved down to her tits, sucking on her nipples. Her breasts were big compared to her figure and as perky as a girl half her age. Then she started moaning. Not overly loud, just enough for me to gain more confidence. I knew I had to move down. I started kissing her stomach, slowly leading down to her pants. I undid her pants, took it off of her and took in her shaved pussy. It took me a moment to process her beauty, but before she could say anything, I dug in. I started eating her out, trying to give the best performance of my life. Reaching deep in her while never forgetting about her clit. Her moans became louder and louder. More intense by the minute. Her pussy was when I started but by now it was absolutely soaking. It wasn’t a chore eating her out. Quite the opposite. Her pussy tasted great, her moans were all the extra motivation needed. I lost track of time, but I didn’t care I was really enjoying it. Then. She started shaking, her petite thighs tightened on my head, and she sat up, pushing me into her with her hands. Then. She went numb. She came. No voice could escape her mouth during. She released me and I stood up above her. She gathered herself.

“Oh god… Let’s return the favor…”

She stood up too. She took my shirt off. And pulled my pants down, exposing my rock hard cock. I’m not huge but slightly above average. But she was stunned all the same. Her eyes widened.

“Look what we have here… Wow….”

She takes my cock in her hand, slowly gives it 1 stoke. She leans in smells it. (Thank God I decided to shower in the morning and not at night today) She then slowly licks it from the bottom to all the way to the tip. She proceeds to give the tip a few slow licks. Then. She puts my whole cock down her throat. I was stunned. No one has swallowed my whole cock before. And she did it so effortlessly. She gagged a little. Then drew back. She looked up at me. The eye contact almost made me cum. Before she could continue sucking me off, I reached down and picked her up. She was fit so I did it effortlessly. I held her close and slowly lowered her down onto my cock. It slid inside her with ease. She was still soaking wet. It felt amazing. With all the excitement I completely forgot adapazarı escort to put on a condom. She did too. I noticed when I felt her wet insides but at that point, I didn’t care. Even though after having 2 kids she wasn’t tight, she was so wet that with me going in raw, it felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced before in my life. When she felt me, she went insane. Hugged me even tighter and screamed of pleasure. I started bouncing her on me while standing, with each thrust reaching deeper inside her, with each thrust she smacked against my body and with each thrust she hugged me tighter and screamed louder. Then, quite quickly. She started quivering.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! I’m gonna cuuummm!!!”

She said it so loud that probably her whole building heard her cum. And again, she went numb. I laid her down on the couch as she tried to gather herself.

“You are loud ha-ha”

“Only when I have a cock in me”

She winked at me and rolled over to her stomach and assumed the doggie position. And that’s when I noticed that she has a buttplug in.

“Take it out…”

I slowly remove the plug. Her ass was gaping and inviting me. Before she could say anything, I started rubbing my cock between her cheeks. She moaned lightly. Then I pushed my dick inside her. It was tight but I went in easily with my cock lubed up after using her pussy. She screamed in pleasure. I could scream in pleasure too. It was my first time trying anal ever. It was incredible. Her cheeks slammed against me with every thrust. Her screams getting louder and louder. At this point I got near the edge too. I didn’t know if I should cum inside her ass. I decided to pull out and flip her around. She got the message, she started to suck my cock until I blew the biggest load, I ever had all over her face. Some caught on her glasses. A huge turn on for me. Some got in her mouth. She played with in and scooped more into her mouth. And finally swallowed it. I leaned down and kissed her.

“Wow that was amazing. I haven’t been fucked like that in ages….”

Both of us out of breath, we sat down on the couch. Snuggled up to each other. And just stayed like that for hours. We talked a bit from time to time about nothing in particular. Feeling the heat of her body against mine as we sat there was romantic and erotic at the same time. After a while, we started again. And again. All through the night.

Ever since then this became our routine for every Thursday. Fuck all through the night until she had to leave to teach. I’d say no feeling involved. But I do love our routine. And I look forward to Thursday nights all week. I never thought fucking a teacher of mine would become this routine… If we ever see each other on the street since. We always share a kiss and depending on the place and people around, sometimes even a bit more. Staying at home for university was the best choice ever.

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

Beste Freunde 22

No Comments

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

Bbc

So zogen sich nun die Wochen und Monate hin. Lea war jetzt mit Phil zusammen. Und da er von ihr Keuschheit verlangte, trug sie nun einen pinkfarbenen Peniskäfig aus Plastik. Den Schlüssel für das Schloss hatte natürlich Phil.

Lea meinte, dass es am Anfang schmerzhaft gewesen sei, da sie ständig einen Steifen bekam.

Aber jetzt könnte sie sehr gut damit leben.

Und ich. Naja, so fünf bis sechs Mal wurde ich in der Woche benutzt, doch auch ich selbst übte mich in Enthaltsamkeit. Eine gute Sissy spritzt nicht ab. Nur wenn es der Mann verlangt. Und das waren meistens Boris, Willy und Ali.

Und in der Uni lief es so vor sich hin. Bis kurz vor den Weihnachtsfeiertagen in der Mensa. Wieder einmal war kaum ein Platz frei und ich fragte eine Frau, ob ich mich zu ihr setzen dürfte.

Denn man weiß ja nie. Sie trug eine hell-beige Burka und schneeweißes Kopftuch und Schleier. Und so war sie bis auf ihre dunkelbraunen Augen verhüllt. Was mich nur irritierte war ihr Hüftgürtel mit einer Goldschnalle und ihren extrem hohen High Heels mit Leopardenmuster.

Und als sie es mir gestattete und dann richtig in ihre Augen sah, war ich hin und weg. Für einen Nano-Moment wünschte ich wieder männlich zu sein.

„Hallo, ich bin Fatima.”: sagte die Hübsche. Erst jetzt viel mir ihre Oberweite auf. Auf Körbchengrösse C kam sie mit Sicherheit.

„Äh…ich..äh.. bin Lara.”: stotterte ich zurück.

Ihre Augen hatten mich in den Bann gezogen. Fatima hatte ihre Augen so weit mit einem Eyeliner gezogen. Das man meinte Kleopatra würde einem gegenüber sitzen.

Ich fand es auch unheimlich interessant wie sie mit Schleier essen und trinken konnte. Das war etwas von Stil und Klasse.

Wir unterhielten uns über alles mögliche. Ihr gefielen, meine Fingernägel, die sehr passend zu meinen langen, schmalen Finger waren.

Sie nahm eine Hand von mir in ihre und streichelte darüber. Und es hat irgendwie ~Zoom~ gemacht.

„Hat eine sehr gute Freundin mir gemacht. Sie hat ein Nagelstudio.”

„Toll, du musst mir mal ihre Adresse geben. Du bist wirklich eine sehr schöne Frau.”

Mir stockte der Atem. Klar, dieses Lob hob mich gefühlte zwanzig Zentimeter über den Boden.

Aber seitdem ich als Sissy lebte hatte ich einen Wahrheitsdrang.

„Ähm, Fatima. Entschuldigung, dass ich dir das sagen muss. Aber ich will dich nicht anlügen.”

Mir wurde heiß und kalt. Ich erwartete nun einen arabischen Aufstand. Laut mit viel Gezeter. Aber da musste ich nun durch.

„Fatima, ich bin keine echte Frau. Ich bin Transgender.”

Ich erwartete nun den Vulkanausbruch. Sekunden vergingen, Fatima hielt noch immer meine Hand.

„Och, Transgender bist du. Ist das etwas anderes als eine Sissy oder Transe?”: sagte sie in einem ganz ruhigen Tonfall und sie hielt weiterhin meine Hand.

Nun war ich völlig überfordert und über ihre Reaktion überrascht.

„Aber ich glaube, ich muss auch eine perfekte Frau darstellen. Da es dir nicht aufgefallen ist.”

Wieder ratterte mein Hirn und kam auf kein schlüssiges Ergebnis.

Fatima schüttelte ihren Kopf und an ihren dunklen Augen erkannte ich, dass sie lächelte.

„Ich bin auf keine geborene Frau. Sondern so wie du.”

Mir fielen die Augen aus dem Kopf.

„Du bist mir schon beim ersten Mal aufgefallen. Keine Muschi-Frau bewegt ihren kleinen, süßen Po beim Laufen, so wie du. Und zieht sich so sexy an.”

„Äh..ja. Das hat man mir schon gesagt. Aber warum bist du so angezogen?”

„Ganz einfach. Hierunter erkennt mich keiner. Denn im Gegensatz zu dir. Würde meine Familie mich erschlagen, weil ich ihre dumme Ehre verletzt habe.”

Ungläubig schüttelte ich nun den Kopf. Wie konnte ich sie übersehen all die Zeit haben?

Nun kamen wir richtig ins Gespräch. Sie fragte mich aus und ich sie. Wobei ich aufgrund ihres Glaubens mich mit direkten Fragen zurück hielt.

Aber Fatima plauderte direkt und frei.

„Was ist mit deinem Schniedel? Willst du das wegmachen lassen?”

„Noch voll funktionstüchtig und nein, derzeit bleibt er dran.”

„Und, deine Brüste? Willst du da was machen?”

„Ich arbeite daran. Zur Zeit ist in dem Wachstum ein gewisser Stillstand.”

„Ach,Hormonbehandlung?”

„Eher nur Anti-Baby-Pille. Und wie ist das bei dir? Deine Oberweite kann doch nicht echt sein.”

„Ein entfernter Verwandter ist Fleisch-Designer und hat sie mir kostengünstig gemacht.”

Was heißt kostengünstig?”

„Naja, zwei Vergrößerungen, Nase und Wangenknochen für 3000,- plus mal nett zu ihm sein.”

„Wie nett? Inzest?”

„Das sehe ich nicht so. Er ist von meinem Urgroßvater, dessen Bruder, der Enkel. Außerdem ist er der Einzige der mich versteht.”

Wir sprachen so viel und intensiv, dass ich eine Vorlesung verpasste.

„Wir wär’s wenn wir uns mal heute Abend treffen? Du kommst zu mir und trinken einen Tee. Ich finde dich unheimlich interessant.”: hauchte sie.

„Klar können wir machen. Ich möchte dich auch näher kennen lernen.”

Und so ging ich am Abend zu ihr hin. An der Tür empfing konya travesti sie mich. Mein Gott, was für eine Hübsche!! Denn anstatt ihre Burka zu tragen, hatte sie so etwas wie für einen Bauchtanz an.

In schillernden Grün mit goldenen Kettchen. Einen knappen Bra, so dass ihre Brüste fast oben raus fielen. Man konnte den Ansatz ihres Vorhofs schon sehen. Ein knappes Höschen und einen funkelnden, grünen Stein im Bauchnabel. Dazu trug sie einen hauchdünnen Umhang und transparenten Schleier. An ihren schmalen Füßen hatte sie nichts. Ich fühlte mich wie in 1000 unter einer Nacht.

Ich sah nun ihre langen, gewellten, pechschwarzen Haare und Fatima hatte unendlich lange Beine.

Wirklich ein Traumbody. Ein wenig Neid kam in mir auf.

Auch sah ich nun ihre Gesichtszüge, die im Gegensatz zu mir, absolut weiblich waren, mit ihrer kleinen, spitzen Nase und vollen Lippen.

„Komm rein. Mir wird kalt an den Füßen.”

Ich ging hinein und ein süßlicher, zimtartiger Duft stieg mir in die Nase. Und als Fatima vor mir herging, sah es aus als würde sie über die dicken Teppiche schweben.

Ihr geräumiges Wohnzimmer war hell eingerichtet und ich nahm Platz auf ihrem großen hellgrünen, samtbezogenen Sofa. Kurze Zeit später brachte Fatima auch schon den Tee. Doch meine Blicke waren auf ihr Dekolleté gerichtet. Ich fragte mich wann ihre Brüste den arabischen Frühling feiern wollten und ausbrachen.

Groß und sehr fest sahen sie aus. Und in ihrem Höschen sah man eine kleine Beule.

Ich konnte mich nicht mehr zurückhalten. Wir quasselten schon über eine Stunde und ihre Brüste zogen mich immer mehr in den Bann. Und endlich kamen wir auf ihre Brust-OP zu sprechen.

„Die sehen unheimlich fest aus, wie fühlen die sich an?”: fragte ich etwas schüchtern.

„Süße, ich dachte du fragst gar nicht mehr. Willst du mal fü..hlen?”

Fatima hatte den Satz noch nicht ganz ausgesprochen, da klebten meine Hände auch schon an ihren Titten. Warm, weich, fest und groß.

„Mashallah Amiraty. Du gehst aber ran. Ich wollte eigentlich das Oberteil noch ausziehen.”

Und während sie die Haken vom Bra löste, packte ich ihre Titten mit dem bräunlichen Teint aus. Ihre Vorhöfe dunkelbraun mit zwei harten Knospen. Es zog meine Lippen dorthin und Sekunden später saugte ich daran, wie ein hungriges Baby an Mamas Milchtüten.

Fatima ließ sich meine Liebkosung nur zu gerne gefallen.

„MMMHH Ja. Machst du das gut.”

Ich hatte schon einige Brüste zwischen den Lippen, aber keine waren so groß und ich könnte mich auch täuschen, aber ich hatte einen süßlichen Geschmack auf der Zunge.

„Gefallen sie dir?”

„Und wie! Die schönsten Dinger die ich je gesehen habe. Welche Größe sind die?”

„D, jeweils 627 Gramm pro Stück.”

Und als ich ihre Titten sanft streichelte, bemerkte ich auf der Unterseite zwei kleine Narben. So sind also die Silikonkissen eingesetzt worden. Bei Vanida wurden die Brustwarzen abgenommen und darunter die Beutel eingesetzt.

Und auch ihr sahen die Brüste echt aus. Nicht von der Form, denn bei Fatima sah man zwei Bälle. Kein Busen dieser Welt war so geformt. Ich meinte eher die Symmetrie ihrer Zitzen. Beide gleich nach vorne gerichtet.

Und während ich noch fasziniert an ihren Titten hing, öffnete Fatima die Knöpfe meiner Hose.

Erst jetzt löste ich mich von ihren wunderbaren Brust.

Schnell flogen meine Pumps und Hose in die Ecke und ich sah, dass die kleine Beule in Fatimas Höschen ausgewachsen war.

Für eine Sissy hatte sie aber einen großen und strammen Riemen dort.

Sie fingerte meinen Steifen seitlich aus meinem Tanga und massierte diesen zärtlich mit zwei Fingern.

Fatima beugte sich dann über mich und unsere Lippen berührten sich, ganz sanft, wie der Flügelschlag eines Schmetterlings. Dieser wohlige Schauer setzte ein. Ich streichelte mich an ihr abwärts. Dann zuerst nur über ihrem Höschen, später so wie sie bei mir direkt am harten Schaft und prallen Eichel.

Unsere Gefühle erregten sich immer mehr und aus den zärtlichen Küssen wurden leidenschaftliche Zungenküsse.

Nun rubbelten wir auch unsere Schwänze und ich bemerkte, dass sie leicht behaart war.

Das tat der Sache aber keinen Schaden. Denn Fatima hatte so etwas wie einen frisierten Kurzschamhaarschnitt.

Sie kam jetzt immer mehr über mich, so dass sie nun unsere Ständer zusammen in eine Hand nehmen konnte und uns nun gemeinsam wichste.

Dazu ihre innigen Zungenküsse.

Zwischenzeitlich musste ich an rosafarbene, fliegende Elefanten denken, um nicht jetzt schon abzuspritzen. Meine Hände klebten wieder an ihre Titten, was mich noch mehr aufgeilte.

Ich lag nun auf dem Rücken und Fatima küsste sich abwärts, knabberte an meinen Mini-Tittchen und ihre Zungenspitze strich danach ganz langsam über meinen Bauch.

Mit den Beinen stand ich noch auf dem Teppich, als sie sich dazwischen kniete.

Fatima küsste sich um meinen Pimmel herum. Strich zuerst mit ihren Fingerspitzen und danach mit ihrer Zunge an meinen vollen Eiern und dann am Damm. Auch jetzt streichelte sie ganz zärtlich meinen Schaft.

Ich wurde immer geiler, zitterte schon ein wenig. Ich rutschte mit meinem Po etwas vor und als sie hätte sie darauf gewartet, strich sie mit ihrer nassen Zungenspitze durch meine Poritze.

Ja, fast automatisch winkelte ich meine Beine an und hob sie hoch.

Und so konnte sie nun tiefer eindringen.

Ihre Zunge umkreiste mein Poloch, ein schrecklich geiles Gefühl. Meine Härchen stellten sich überall auf.

Dann ganz vorsichtig und nur mit der Zungenspitze ging sie durch meine Rosette.

Was vorher nur ein tiefes sehnsüchtiges Einatmen bei mir war, entwickelte sie nun zu einem leisen Stöhnen.

Fatima machte das aber auch gefühlvoll und langsam.

Immer tiefer drang ihre Zunge ein und ich konnte nun zum ersten Mal selber erleben, wie das ist in der Arschfotze geleckt zu werden.

Dann nahm sie zwei Finger und führte sie in meinem Anus ein. Und so wie es auch Vanida getan hatte, gab mir Fatima eine Prostata-Massage.

Es war himmlisch, wie sie mit ihren Fingerkuppen über meinen Sissy-G-Punkt glitt.

Ich fing fast an zu hyperventilieren. Besonders als sie sich mit ihren Lippen und Zunge an meiner empfindlichen Eichel zu schaffen machte.

„Du hast so einen süßen Pimmel. Ich kann nicht genug davon bekommen.”: nuschelte sie zwischenzeitlich.

Und ich konnte nicht genug von ihren Liebkosungen bekommen.

Aber ich wollte nun auch was zwischen meinen Lippen haben.

„Und..ich will..deinen Riemen schmecken. Gib ihn mir.”

Und so kletterte Fatima über mich. Ich hatte ihren steifen Schwanz mit der dunkleren Haut direkt vor meinem Gesicht. Nur wenige Zentimeter von meinen Lippen entfernt. Sofort küsste und leckte ich ihren Schaft ab, lutschte an ihren Eiern und Fatima fing lustvoll zu stöhnen an.

Ich nahm ihren Pimmel in die Hand, rubbelte ihn und bog ihn etwas zu mir herunter. So konnte ich mich nun intensiv um ihre pralle Schwanzspitze kümmern. Zuerst leckte ich nur daran, dann steckte ich mir ihre Eichel in den Mund.

Dabei massierte ich ihre Pobacken, umkreiste ihre Rosette und steckte dann gefühlvoll meinen Finger in ihren Darm.

Ein lautes und doch sinnliches ~AAH ~ und ~UUH~ war von ihr zu hören.

Jetzt besann sie sich auch auf ihre Sissy-Tugend und nahm meinen Prengel tief in ihren Mund und fickte mich mit zwei Fingern in meiner Sissy-Pussy.

Und so saugten und schmatzten wir uns gegenseitig die Schwänze ab.

Dieser geile Rausch nach mehr setzte wieder ein, als Fatima anfing mich im Mund zu ficken.

Wie ich fest meine Lippen um ihren Schaft presste und ihre dicke Eichel über meine Zunge glitt, tief in meinen Rachen.

Benutzt und doch verwöhnt werden. Was will eine Sissy-Schlampe mehr?

Fatima fickte mich immer heftiger in den Mund und saugte doch an meinem Riemen als wäre sie süchtig nach dem Geschmack meines Milch-Shakes.

Nun halfen auch keine rosafarbenen Elefanten mehr. Ich konnte es nicht mehr zurückhalten und so pumpte ich Fatima die volle Ladung Sperma in den Mund. Und sie saugte unvermindert weiter, stöhnte und schluckte. Bis auf wenige Tropfen Wichse, die ihr aus den Mund liefen, genoss sie meinen warmen Samen.

Jedes einzelne Spermien holte sie aus meinen Eiern.

Ich zuckte und zitterte unter ihr, aber Fatima ließ nicht locker und lutschte immer weiter meinen Schwanz.

„Bitte, bitte höre auf. Ich kann nicht mehr, mein Sack ist leer.”: bettelte ich meine arabische Freundin an.

Fatima schaute zwischen uns durch. Ihre Lippen waren noch spermaverschmiert und lächelnd sagte sie zu mir: „Wie war das schon alles? Ich habe Hunger.”

„Vielleicht später. Aber ich kann nicht mehr. Komm her und küsse mich.”

„Na denn. Dann hast du bestimmt nichts dagegen.”

Sie stieg von mir ab und kniete sich zwischen meine Beine.

Dann gaben wir uns einen leidenschaftlichen Zungenkuss und sie fing an sich meiner Arschfotze zu widmen.

„Entschuldigung, aber ich habe seit ewigen Zeiten nicht mehr selbst gefickt.”

Ihre langen, schmalen Finger bohrten sich wieder durch meine Rosette und dehnten diese auf gefühlvolle Weise.

Fatima rückte mit ihrem Steifen immer ein Stück näher heran. Dann nahm sie ihren harten Prengel in die Hand und rieb damit über mein Schwänzchen, schlaffen Sack, den Damm und Poritze.

„Jaaaaa, gleich ficke ich dich.”

Stöhnte sie, während ihr Reiben immer heftiger wurde. Mit der anderen Hand nahm sie ihren Speichel und feuchtete mein Poloch ein. Bis sie sich letztendlich nicht mehr zurückhalten konnte.

Ihre pralle Eichel drückte nun gegen meine Arschfotze und da sie keine Gleitgel benutzt hatte, befürchtete ich gleich einen brennenden Schmerz.

Dann drückte sie immer mehr zu und mein Schließmuskel gab langsam nach.

„Jaaa, komm benutze mich. Lass mich deine willige Sissy sein.”

Forderte ich Fatima auf. Stück für Stück drang ihr Schwanz in meine Sissy-Pussy. Das Brennen war nicht so stark, wie ich es vermutet hatte. Denn das Eindringen ihres harten Pimmels in meinem Darm war heftiger. Ihre Schwanzspitze schob sich langsam in mir vor. Dieses schöne drückende Gefühl setzte ein, was bei mir eine Gänsehaut brachte.

Fatima stöhnte heftig bei jedem sanften Stoß, als würde es ihr nicht schnell genug gehen.

Sie hob meine Beine an, legte diese auf ihre Schultern und stütze sich mit ihren Händen auf meine Mini-Tittchen ab.

Dann mit mehr Kraft stieß sie das letzte Stück ihres Riemen in mich hinein. So, dass Fatima mir etwas Luft aus den Lungen presste.

„UUH..Jaaaaa..so mag ich das! Und jetzt fick mich endlich.”

Fatima zog ihren Schwanz zur Hälfte heraus und stieß ihn kräftig hinein. Ihr Blick war von Geilheit besessen. Anscheinend hatte sie wirklich schon lange ihren Prengel nirgendwo reingesteckt.

Denn schon nach wenigen Sekunden rammelte sie mich so feste, dass mein gesamter Körper durchgeschüttelt wurde. Ich konnte kaum spüren, ob ihr Riemen nun ganz in mir war oder nicht. So schnell fickte Fatima mich.

Sie stöhnte und jauchzte auf arabisch. Aber man konnte die Freude darin erkennen.

Aber so schnell sie mich auch im Darm hämmerte, so schnell kam auch das Ende.

Sie stöhnte immer lauter, japste nach Luft. Stoppte dann kurz und schon beim Herausziehen spritzte sie ab.

Und es waren keine Sperma-Fontäne wie ich es sonst kannte. Es war ein langer Strahl wie aus einem Wasserschlauch. Nur war das hier, geiles, warmes, weißes, cremiges Sperma und zwar in einer unendlichen Menge mit einem unvorstellbaren Druck. So sehr, dass sie mich mit ihrer Wichse bis an den Hals traf.

Immer und immer wieder, klatschte ihre dicke Ficksahne auf meinen Körper.

Fatima zuckte und zitterte. Und anscheinend mochte sie es genauso wie ich, diesen langen Orgasmus, wo man ohne Hilfe immer wieder ein wenig abspritzte.

Nur mit ihrem harten Schaft rieb sie ein wenig unterhalb meiner Eier. Ich sah ihre fette Eichel wo jedesmal ein Schwall Sackrotze auf mich heraus spritzte.

Als die Sperma-Flut dann etwas abebbte und ich über und über mit Wichse voll war, schob Fatima ihren Schwanz wieder in meinen Arsch. So hatte sie mich nun innen und außen mit ihrer Ficksahne markiert.

Jetz nahm sie mit Daumen und Zeigefinger immer wieder lange Fäden ihrer Sacksahne von mir hoch und abwechselnd lutschten wir ihren herrlichen Samen von den Fingern.

Langsam floss ihre noch immer warme Wichse an mir herab, es war ein tolles Gefühl.

Fatima legte sich nun auf mich und verrieb mit ihren großen Titten das Sperma auf mir und doch gaben wir uns immer wieder leidenschaftliche Zungenküsse.

Der Geruch und die Wärme ihrer Sacksahne entzündete wieder ein kleines Feuer der Geilheit in mir.

Noch lange lagen und küssten wir so, bis ihre Wichse zwischen unseren Körpern angetrocknet war und klebte. Ich fühlte mich auf Wolke sieben, obwohl es in meinem Poloch noch immer etwas brannte.

„Ich glaube wir sollten duschen gehen. Einzeln oder gemeinsam?”: hauchte Fatima mir ins Ohr.

„Nur mit dir zusammen.”: antwortete ich.

„Gefährlich, gefährlich.”: gab sie lächelnd zurück.

Sie nahm mich bei der Hand und wir gingen ins Bad. In der Wanne stellte Fatima die Dusche auf eine angenehme Wärme. Immer noch küssend, seiften wir uns gegenseitig ein und mit einem weichen Schwamm wuschen wir uns die Spuren von unserem Liebesakt ab. Fatima stand nun hinter mir und ihre zarten Finger glitten über meinen Rücken. Dann küsste sie meine Schulterblätter und ihre großen Brüste drückten gegen meinen Rücken.

Ich drückte entgegen und streckte dabei meinen Po etwas raus.

Da fühlte ich wieder ihren Halbsteifen an meiner Poritze.

„Kannst du schon wieder?”

„Hey, bei so einem süßen Po, könnte ich immer. Dein Hintern ist echt der Wahnsinn. Darauf brauchst du schon einen Waffenschein.”

Jetzt massierte sie sanft meine Pobacken und ging immer wieder zärtlich durch die Poritze. Vom Steißbein bis zum Damm. Sie ließ sich unheimlich viel Zeit dafür.

Dafür wuchsen unsere Schwänze umso schneller.

Fatima ging in die Hocke und ihre orale Liebkosung an meinem Po nahm Fahrt auf. Sie spreizte ein wenig meine Arschbacken auseinander und ihre Zungenspitze berührte meine Rosette.

Wir beide stöhnten etwas im Gleichklang. Fatima war wirklich besessen mein Poloch zu lecken.

Ich hatte das Gefühl, dass sie nicht genug davon bekommen würde.

Tief drang ihre Zunge nun ein und als sie dann noch anfing mich so ein wenig damit zu ficken, fingen meine Beine zu zittern an. Eine Gänsehaut nach der anderen glitt über meinen Körper. Dazu das gierige Schmatzen von ihr. Nun strich sie gefühlvoll mit einer Hand über meinen Damm, massierte zärtlich meine prallen Eier und rubbelte sanft meinen Steifen. Von der Eichel bis zum Sack waren ihre Finger, dazu ihre Zunge tief in meiner Sissy-Pussy.

Ja, sie wusste wie man verführt.

Fatima ließ sich viel Zeit, von Eile keine Spur. Denn ihren ersten Druck hatte sie ja schon abgebaut.

Nur war ich dafür nun umso geiler. Ich wollte sie in mir spüren.

„Bitte, bitte. Nimm mich. Ich will dich in mir spüren.”: sagte ich bettelnd und keuchend.

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

Der seltsame Test

No Comments

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

Big Tits

Zusammenfassung: Mike, ein prüder Mathe-Lehrer in seinen 30ern, kommt im Zug mit seiner 18-jährigen Sitznachbarin ins Gespräch. Sophie sieht hinreißend aus und ist nicht auf den Mund gefallen. So entwickelt sich eine Unterhaltung mit unerwarteten Wendungen und einem überraschenden Ende.

**********

Kapitel 1

»Ist hier noch frei?«

Ich brauchte einen Moment, bis ich begriff, dass diese Frage mir galt. Widerwillig riss ich mich von den Unterlagen los, die ich auf dem winzigen Klapptisch verteilt hatte, und blickte auf.

Ein junges Mädchen, vielleicht 18 oder 19 Jahre alt, stand neben meiner Sitzreihe und lächelte mich freundlich an. Zuerst fiel mir ihr wunderschönes, kaffeebraunes Haar auf, das ihr leicht wellig über ihre nackten Schultern fiel, dann ihre süße Stupsnase und ihre haselnussbraunen Augen. Ohne das ich es wollte, glitten meine Augen nach unten und musterten ihren Körper. Sie war klein, keine eins sechzig groß und trug ein weißes, gehäkeltes Spaghetti-Top, das lose über ihrem Busen hing und den Bauch frei ließ. Deutlich zeichneten sich unter dem Top zwei wohlgeformte Brüste ab, deren Nippel ohne störenden BH frech gegen den Stoff drückten. Ein dezentes, silbergraues Bauchnabelpiercing zierte ihren flachen Bauch. Dazu trug sie, passend zu den sommerlichen Temperaturen, einen kurzen, olivgrünen Rock bedruckt mit einem feinen Blumenmuster.

»Ist hier noch frei?«, wiederholte sie ihre Frage.

Ertappt richtete ich meinen Blick schnell wieder auf ihr Gesicht, während ich spürte, wie ich rot anlief.

»Ja, sicher«, stammelte ich.

Hastig sammelte ich die Bücher und meinen Notizblock ein und stand auf, um ihr den Weg zum Fensterplatz frei zu machen. Dabei fiel mein Blick auf die restlichen Sitzreihen des Großraumabteils. Bis auf ein älteres Ehepaar in Wandermontur, das am anderen Ende saß und den Sonntagmorgen wohl für einen Ausflug nutzte, waren alle Plätze des Reisewagens leer.

Gerade als ich mich wundern wollte, warum sie sich nicht einfach in eine der vielen leeren Sitzreihen gesetzt hatte, fuhr der Zug mit einem Ruck an. Das Mädchen wurde gegen mich gepresst, und für einen kurzen Moment spürte ich ihren jugendlich zierlichen Körper an meiner Brust. Dabei strichen ihre Haare über mein Gesicht und kitzelten meine Nase. Deutlich roch ich den Duft ihres Haarshampoos, der mich an eine frische Frühlingswiese erinnerte.

Viel zu schnell war der Augenblick wieder vorbei. Sie entschuldigte sich, schob sich an mir vorbei und setzte sich zum Fenster. Ich nahm ebenfalls wieder Platz und breitete erneut meine Unterlagen auf den kleinen Klapptisch aus.

Dabei riskierte ich einen verstohlenen Seitenblick. Meine neue Sitznachbarin fischte gerade eine gefaltete Zeitschrift aus ihrer beige karierten Handtasche. Dann überschlug sie elegant ihre schlanken, sonnengebräunten Beine und begann, es durchzublättern. Das Cover kam mir irgendwie bekannt vor, vermutlich eines dieser Frauenmagazine, die auch meine Frau hin und wieder las.

Ungewollt verglich ich ihre strammen Brüste unter dem weißen Top, den flachen Bauch und die makellosen Beine mit dem Körper meiner Frau. Die Jugend war ein Geschenk, das viel zu schnell verblühte. Meine Frau Conny, die drei Jahre jünger war als ich, hatte letzten Monat ihren Dreißiger gefeiert. Sie hatte in den Wochen davor immer wieder betont, dass es keine große Sache sei. Aber es war nicht zu übersehen, wie ihr der Wechsel von einer Zwei auf eine Drei beim Alter zu schaffen machte. Beim Gedanken an Conny fiel mir noch etwas anderes ein, was mir eigentlich schon vor fünf Minuten in den Sinn kommen hätte sollen.

Ich drehte mich zu meiner neuen Sitznachbarin und sagte möglichst beiläufig: »Bevor ich’s vergesse, beim nächsten Halt steigt meine Frau ein. Dann müssen Sie sich einen anderen Platz suchen.« Ich musste mir auf die Zunge beißen, um nicht noch ein Leider hinzuzufügen.

Sie nickte verständnisvoll. »Das ist kein Problem.« Nach einem kurzen Blick auf die digitale Anzeige, die an der Decke montiert war, fügte sie hinzu: »Das dauert ja noch fast eine Stunde. Ich bin übrigens die Sophie.«

Sie streckte mir ihre Hand entgegen und ich ergriff sie, ohne zu zögern.

»Michael, aber die meisten nennen mich Mike«, antwortete ich und hielt ihre zarten Finger vielleicht einen Tick länger, als nötig gewesen wäre.

Es schien sie nicht zu stören. Stattdessen fragte sie: »Wie kommt es, dass du und deine Frau nicht gemeinsam reisen? Falls diese Frage nicht zu privat ist.«

»Ich war an diesem Wochenende bei meinen Eltern zu Hause und habe meinem Vater beim Ausmisten des Dachbodens geholfen. Er ist schon fast siebzig und nicht mehr der Fitteste. Meine Frau hat die Zeit genutzt und ihrerseits ihren Eltern einen Kurzbesuch abgestattet.«

Dass meine Frau und ich nur noch auf dem Papier verheiratet waren und dass wir einzig aus finanziellen Gründen (und weil es gar nicht so einfach ist, schnell eine neue Unterkunft zu finden) noch zusammen wohnten, ließ ich dabei unerwähnt.

»Das ankara travesti ist aber nett, dass du deinem Vater hilfst«, meinte Sophie. Das bezaubernde Lächeln, das sie mir dazu schenkte, verjagte die düsteren Schatten, die im Moment über unserer Ehe lagen, und holte mich zurück ins Jetzt.

»Unterrichtest du Mathematik?«, fragte sie als Nächstes und zeigte auf die Formeln und Gleichungen, die meine Unterlagen überzogen.

Ich nickte. »Mathe und Physik an einem Gymnasium. Genauso wie meine Frau, allerdings nicht an der gleichen Schule.«

»Ein richtiger Nerd-Haushalt.« Sie kicherte und ich stimmte mit ein.

»Ja, manchmal scheint es wirklich so.«

Sie lächelte mir noch einmal zu und vertiefte sich dann wieder in ihre Zeitschrift.

Zu gerne hätte ich auch etwas über sie erfahren. Eigentlich hätte es mir schon gereicht, sie reden zu hören und in diese wundervollen Augen zu blicken. Aber vorerst schien ihr Interesse an dem alten Knacker neben ihr erloschen zu sein.

Ich versuchte, mich wieder auf die Unterlagen vor mir zu konzentrieren, aber meine Blicke wanderten immer wieder zu meiner bezaubernden Sitznachbarin.

Aus den Augenwinkeln starrte ich auf ihren straffen Busen, der sich bei jedem Atemzug verführerisch hob und senkte, und dabei mit jugendlicher Unbekümmertheit der Schwerkraft trotzte. Und dann dieser herrlich flache Bauch mit dem süßen Piercing. Wie gerne würde ich noch einmal einen so jungen Körper spüren.

Plötzlich gluckste Sophie amüsiert neben mir. Kurz befürchtete ich, dass sie meine sehnsüchtigen Blicke bemerkt hatte. Aber ihre Aufmerksamkeit galt noch immer ihrem Magazin.

»Ein lustiger Artikel?«, fragte ich.

Sie nickte, wobei ihre zarten Brüste leicht wackelten, wie ich erfreut feststellte.

»Hier ist ein Test mit zehn Fragen abgedruckt, mit dem eine Frau überprüfen kann, ob ihr Partner wirklich auf Frauen steht oder doch heimlich schwul ist.«

Ich musste schmunzeln.

Sophie fuhr fort: »Kannst du dir vorstellen, eine Frau macht diesen Test mit ihrem Gatten und das Ergebnis ist positiv? Das muss der Schock des Lebens sein. Ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob ich das in so einer Situation überhaupt wissen möchte.«

»Ich bezweifle, dass ein solcher Test wirklich funktioniert«, meldete sich der Physiker in mir.

»Glaubst du nicht?«, fragte meine Sitznachbarin. Sie überlegte einen Augenblick und sagte dann: »Lass es uns einfach probieren. Ich spiele deine Partnerin und stelle dir die Fragen, okay?«

Kapitel 2

Ich wusste, dass ich sofort ablehnen sollte. Es würden bestimmt intime Fragen zu meinem Eheleben beziehungsweise meinem Ex-Eheleben kommen, die ich nicht einfach vor jemandem beantworten wollte, den ich erst seit fünfzehn Minuten kannte und der gute fünfzehn Jahre jünger war als ich. Andererseits waren da die bezaubernden, haselnussbraunen Augen, mit denen mich Sophie so erwartungsvoll ansah. Nach kurzem Zögern gewannen die Augen und ich nickte.

»Super«, freute sich meine Sitznachbarin und begann vorzulesen. »Dieser Test dauert fünf Minuten. Beantworten Sie bitte die folgenden Fragen ehrlich und gewissenhaft.« Sie hielt inne und blickte hoch. »Ich muss dich vorwarnen. Die Fragen sind etwas indiskret. Aber ich schwöre, alles, was in dieser Sitzreihe gesagt wird, bleibt auch in dieser Sitzreihe.«

Das hatte ich befürchtet, aber ich wollte jetzt auch keinen Rückzieher mehr machen. Also nickte ich nur.

»Okay, erste Frage: Was ist Ihr Lieblingsgemüse? a – Karotte, b – Aubergine, c – Gurke, d – Salat.«

Ich musste lachen. »Was ist denn das für eine Frage? Das hast du dir jetzt ausgedacht. Das steht da nicht wirklich.«

»Doch, so steht es hier.«

»Das glaub ich nicht, lass mal sehen.«

Ich griff nach der Zeitschrift und versuchte, sie ihr aus der Hand zu zupfen, doch sie zog das Magazin mit überraschender Schnelligkeit zurück und meine Hand landete stattdessen auf ihrem Busen. Ich erstarrte – mit nur einem Gedanken in meinem Kopf: Oh Gott, diese Brüste fühlen sich so geil an.

Sophie räusperte sich gespielt entrüstet und klatschte mir mit der Zeitschrift auf die Finger. Schnell zog ich meine Hand zurück.

Mit übertrieben ernster Miene sagte sie: »Mike, bitte konzentrier dich. Das hier ist ein seriöser Test.«

Ich war erleichtert, dass sie mein Versehen mit Humor nahm und keine große Sache daraus machte. Ohne weiter den seltsamen Test zu hinterfragen, antwortete ich: »Dann c, Gurke.«

Sie lächelte, als hätte sie keine andere Antwort erwartet, zog einen pinken Kugelschreiber aus ihrer Handtasche und machte sich eine entsprechende Notiz in der Zeitschrift.

»Zweite Frage: Welches Gebäude finden Sie am ästhetischsten? a – Eiffelturm, b – Tower Bridge, c – Freiheitsstatue, d – Burj Khalifa.«

Ich schüttelte leicht den Kopf, verkniff mir aber einen weiteren Kommentar zu diesem Test und antwortete: »d, Burj Khalifa.«

Sophie notierte es und fuhr fort: »Jetzt kommt der indiskrete Teil. antalya travesti Wann war Ihr erstes Mal?«

Kurz zögerte ich, aber ich hatte ja mit solchen Fragen gerechnet. Deshalb sagte ich wahrheitsgemäß: »Mit 19.«

Meine Sitznachbarin grinste und murmelte (allerdings so, dass ich es gut hören konnte): »Ein Spätzünder also.«

Ohne mir die Zeit für eine Erwiderung zu geben, stellte sie die nächste Frage: »Mit wie vielen Frauen hatten Sie schon Sex.«

Da musste ich nicht lange überlegen. Neben meinem ersten Mal mit einer Mitstudentin auf einer WG-Party hatte ich bisher nur mit meiner Frau geschlafen. Entsprechend antwortete ich. Ich konnte Sophie ansehen, wie sie sich bemühte, keine Miene zu verziehen.

»Jaja, ich weiß, das ist nicht viel, aber ich habe meine Frau schon am Anfang des Studiums kennen gelernt. Und ich war ja ein Spätzünder, wie du es nennst.«

»Du musst dich nicht rechtfertigen. Ich habe gar nichts gesagt«, meinte Sophie – mit einem Grinsen, das das Gegenteil zu sagen schien. Sie schwieg kurz und fragte dann: »Hattest du jemals das Gefühl, etwas verpasst zu haben?«

Ich konnte hören, dass es sie wirklich interessierte.

Ich zuckte mit den Schultern. »Manchmal schon. Aber ohne Zeitmaschine kann ich daran nichts mehr ändern. Und bisher hat noch niemand eine solche erfunden.«

»Na gut, Herr Physiker. Dann kommen wir zur nächsten Frage. Haben Sie schon einmal ihren Penis vermessen?«

»Ja«, antwortete ich.

»Und?«

»Was und?«

»Wie groß ist er?«, wollte meine Sitznachbarin wissen.

Ich blickte ihr tief in die haselnussbraunen Augen und sagte ernst: »30 Zentimeter.«

Ohne den Augenkontakt zu brechen, ließ Sophie das Magazin gegen meinen Oberarm klatschen.

»Hat der Herr Physiker hier vielleicht Zentimeter mit Millimeter verwechselt?«

»Na gut, 18 Zentimeter«, gab ich zu.

Sie nickte anerkennend. »Ist doch ganz in Ordnung.« Sie trug es in ihre Zeitschrift ein und fuhr dann fort: »Sechste Frage: Haben Sie in Ihrer Jugend einmal gemeinsam mit Freunden onaniert?«

Kurz überlegte ich, ob ich lügen sollte, antwortete dann aber wahrheitsgemäß mit ja. Als ich bemerkte, dass mich Sophie mit hochgezogener Augenbraue musterte, fügte ich schulterzuckend hinzu: »Das machen doch alle Jungs einmal. Keine große Sache.«

»Wenn du das sagst«, antwortete sie. »Hast du auch schon einmal einen fremden Penis berührt?«

»Ist das eine offizielle Frage?«, konterte ich.

»Nein, aber es würde mich persönlich interessieren.«

»In diesem Fall kein Kommentar«, meinte ich nur grinsend. »Wie lautet die nächste Frage?«

Sophie blickte mich kurz enttäuscht an, gab sich dann aber geschlagen und las weiter: »Frage Nummer 7: Sind Sie mit Ihrem aktuellen Sexleben zufrieden? a – zufrieden, b – eher zufrieden, c – weniger zufrieden, d – gar nicht zufrieden«

Ich zögerte mit der Antwort. Meine Frau und ich hatten uns in den letzten Jahren langsam aber stetig auseinandergelebt. Das betraf die gemeinsamen Aktivitäten genauso wie unser Sexleben. Bevor wir uns schließlich vor einigen Wochen eingestanden hatten, dass unsere Ehe bloß noch eine bessere Wohngemeinschaft war, hatten wir vielleicht einmal im Monat miteinander geschlafen. Und das war reine Routine gewesen – nur noch ein dumpfer Nachhall der wilden Nächte, die wir während unserer Studienzeit zusammen verbracht hatten, weichgespült und abgeschliffen durch zehn Jahre Ehe. Doch wie sollte ich das alles mit einer schlichten Multiple Choice-Antwort erklären?

Deshalb antwortete ich ausweichend: »Eher zufrieden.«

Sophie fixierte mich mit ihren haselnussbraunen Augen nachdenklich. »Das klingt eher wie eine Frage und nicht wie eine Feststellung. Soll ich stattdessen ›weniger zufrieden‹ ankreuzen?«

Ich schwieg. Ich brachte es nicht übers Herz, zu protestieren.

Sie trug es ein und fuhr fort. »Jetzt hast du es gleich geschafft. Nur noch eine Frage – definitiv meine Lieblingsfrage.« Sie grinste von einem Ohr zum anderen, während sie sich bemühte einen seriösen Eindruck zu wahren. »Frage Nummer 8: Besitzen Sie einen Umschnalldildo?«

Kapitel 3

Ich starrte Sophie ungläubig an. Unter welchen Gesichtspunkten hatten die Ersteller des Tests bloß ihre Fragen ausgewählt? Trotzdem musste ich an das Päckchen von Amazon denken, das seit einem halben Jahr ungeöffnet ganz hinten in meinem Kleiderschrank lag.

Meine Frau hatte mir einmal das Bild eines Umschnalldildos in einem ihrer Magazine gezeigt, weil sie es so witzig und skurril gefunden hatte. Zum Spaß hatten wir dann gemeinsam geschaut, ob man so ein Ding auch über Amazon bestellen konnte – und tatsächlich konnte man das. Wir hatten dort Modelle in allen erdenklichen Formen, Farben und Größen entdeckt.

Der Gedanke, meine nackte Frau mit einem dieser fetten Kunstschwänze vor mir stehen zu sehen, hatte mich damals unglaublich erregt. Allerdings hatte ich mich nicht getraut, es vor meiner Frau laut auszusprechen. Da aber auch izmir travesti sie ein gewisses Interesse an diesem Sexspielzeug gezeigt hatte, hatte ich am nächsten Tag kurzer Hand ein großes, fleischfarbenes Exemplar bestellt, mit dem ich sie überraschen wollte. Nur hatte sich danach keine passende Situation mehr ergeben und so verstaubte der Umschnalldildo seither ungenutzt in meinem Schrank.

»Ist das ein Ja?«, fragte mich Sophie und riss mich damit aus meinen Gedanken.

Wie machte sie das nur? Es war fast so, als könnte sie meine Gedanken lesen. Ich spürte, wie mein Gesicht bis zu den Ohren rot anlief. Damit war ihre Frage wohl beantwortet.

Das sah auch Sophie so und notierte es in ihrem Magazin. »Perfekt«, sagte sie fröhlich. »Dann schauen wir einmal, was der Test über dich zu sagen hat.«

Sie zählte die einzelnen Punkte zusammen, trug das Ergebnis ein, zählte noch einmal nach und überprüfte alles ein drittes Mal. Ich wusste, dass sie mit mir spielte und mich bewusst zappeln ließ, aber ich sagte nichts. Trotzdem machte es mich nervös. Dabei konnte ich nicht einmal sagen, warum. Es gab für mich schließlich keinen Zweifel daran, dass ich ausschließlich auf Frauen stand, oder?

Ich musste wieder an den mächtigen, fleischfarbenen Umschnalldildo in meinem Schrank denken und wie es mich erregt hatte, in Gedanken meine nackte Frau damit auszustaffieren. Unwillkürlich schweifte mein Blick über den bezaubernden, jugendlichen Körper von Sophie – die straffen Brüste, die frechen Nippel unter dem weißen Top, den flachen Bauch. Wie würde sie wohl mit einem prallen Umschnalldildo aussehen? Das Wasser lief mir im Mund zusammen und das Blut im Schwanz. Sofort schämte ich mich dafür, konnte aber nicht verhindern, dass sich mein Penis aufrichtete und verräterisch gegen meine Stoffhose drückte. Ich verfluchte meine primitiven Instinkte innerlich und änderte schnell die Sitzposition etwas, um die Beule besser zu kaschieren.

»Mike, bist du bereit für dein Ergebnis?«, fragte Sophie mit einem verschwörerischen Lächeln.

Ich nickte zögernd.

»Laut Testergebnis bist du …«, begann Sophie. Sie holte tief Luft und hielt die gefaltete Frauenzeitschrift mit dem Ergebnis theatralisch an sich gepresst wie das Sieger-Kuvert bei der Oscarverleihung. Nur der Trommelwirbel fehlte noch. Schließlich öffnete sie die Zeitschrift, blickte kurz hinein und verkündete: »Du bist bi-curious!«

Da ich sie nur verwirrt anstarrte, fügte sie hinzu: »Das heißt heterosexuell, aber mit einer gewissen Neugier für den gleichgeschlechtlichen Sex.«

Sie sah mich erwartungsvoll mit ihren bezaubernden Augen an und wartete auf meine Reaktion.

Ich schüttelte energisch den Kopf. »Da irrt sich dein Test. Ich habe kein Interesse an Sex mit Männern.«

Sie schwieg und fixierte mich weiter mit einem Blick, den ich nicht deuten konnte.

Deshalb wiederholte ich mit Nachdruck: »Ich kann dir garantieren, dass ich noch nie Sex mit Männern hatte und sich daran auch in Zukunft nichts ändern wird.«

Sie sagte noch immer nichts, schaute mich nur weiter mit diesem seltsamen Blick an. Wenn sie mir zumindest widersprochen hätte, wäre ich schon zufrieden gewesen. Aber dieses Schweigen ärgerte mich.

»Sophie«, sagte ich genervt, »ich bin nicht schwul und auch nicht bi-irgendwas.«

Schließlich antwortete sie ruhig: »Was dann?«

»Was meinst du damit?«, fragte ich sie verdutzt.

»Mike, ich spüre, dass da noch mehr ist. Ein tiefes, unausgesprochenes Verlangen. Was bist du also?«

»Äh?«, war alles, was ich hervorbrachte.

Ungläubig starrte ich sie an und wartete darauf, dass sie sich erklären würde. Doch sie war bereits wieder zum Schweigemönch mutiert und lächelte mich seelenruhig an. Das war reine Psychofolter. Aber ich spürte, dass es ihr ernst war. Wenn ich nicht sagte, was sie hören wollte, würde sie dieses Spielchen vermutlich bis zum nächsten Bahnhof durchziehen, dort einfach aufstehen, meiner Frau Platz machen und dann ohne ein weiteres Wort gehen.

Ich wollte nicht, dass das Gespräch mit ihr schon vorüber war. Andererseits hatte ich keine Ahnung, was sie eigentlich von mir hören wollte. Schließlich hatte ich die Wahrheit gesagt. Ich hatte kein Interesse an Männern. Punkt! Wieder musste ich an den Umschnalldildo denken und zögerte. Es stimmte, aber es war auch nicht die ganze Wahrheit. Es war komplizierter.

Ich blickte zu Sophie, die mich die ganze Zeit geduldig beobachtet hatte. Jetzt lächelte sie mich ermutigend an. Was sollte ich nur machen? Unschlüssig sah ich zur Anzeigetafel. In zehn Minuten würden wir den nächsten Halt erreichen, und Sophie würde in jedem Fall wieder aus meinem Leben verschwinden, egal ob ich es aussprach oder nicht. Was hatte ich also zu verlieren?

Ohne sie anzusehen, flüsterte ich: »Ich bin nicht schwul, ich stehe nicht auf Männer. Aber ich träume schon seit Jahren davon, einen Penis in den Mund zu nehmen. Ich möchte einmal in meinem Leben einen harten Schwanz lutschen, daran saugen und ihn mit der Zunge zum Abspritzen bringen.«

Meine direkten Worte hatten mich selbst überrascht. Es war einfach so aus mir herausgesprudelt. Ich wagte es nicht, Sophie anzusehen. Ich fürchtete, dass sie mein offenes Geständnis verstört haben könnte, dass sie jeden Augenblick angewidert aufstehen und gehen, oder – noch schlimmer – mich auslachen könnte.

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

Escape Room for Jocks Pt. 13

No Comments

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

Amateur

Recap:

Team Blue Buffalo’s: Andy and Jake, score: 2816.

Team Red Tigers: Cody and Valentine, score: 2726.

All teammates have been…released

Guys in the control room: Mike and Tristan.

The doorways from the last task led the 4 jocks immediately to a new room. Cody, Valentine, Andy and Jake entered and looked around. The room was 6 by 6 in size, with soft light illuminating the room. Some heating pipes, fuseboxes, control panels, and switches were spread across the walls of the room. There was a giant monitor screen in the middle of the room. In front of the monitor screen were 2 giant cushions, a red one and a blue one. Near each cushion stood a row of the black mannequins, forming a half-circle around the cushion. There was, however, no door to the next room.

“What the hell is the purpose of this room?!” Valentine asked when the guys had looked all over the room, but there was no sign of a doorway or passage anywhere.

Cody was looking at the cushions in front of the monitor screen. Everything seemed to point out that they should sit and watch whatever would be portrayed on the monitor screen. There seemed to be a cushion for both teams, and there was plenty of room for both 2 guys on each one.

“I think it’s pretty obvious,” Cody said as he let himself fall on the red cushion. As soon as his back hit the cushion he made a relieved and satisfied moan. The cushion was made from the flexible, bouncy castle material, like the floor was made of in the last room. Cody closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, realizing how tired his body was from all the running, thinking, climbing, crawling, fucking, and fighting Brad. The cushion was nice and soothing on his sore back.

Valentine placed himself on the cushion next to Cody. Jake and Andy took place on the blue cushion. Jake and Andy looked to the mannequins behind them, forming a half-circle around the cushion. They did not wear strap-ons, but stood in various, sexy, flexing poses. “This looks inviting,” Jake whispered, looking at the tall masculine fake bodies above him.

“Are you cheating on me with some dolls?!” Andy joked.

Jake chuckled and shook his head, “Nah, you’re more fun,” he said, “At least you have something nice and thick between your legs.”

Andy laughed and kissed Jake on his mouth. While the two Blue Buffalo Jocks were kissing and cuddling on their cushion, Valentine took a closer look at the mannequins. He noticed the middle one was holding something. The mannequin held a plate with two folded towels, two bottles of water, and two energy bars.

“Hey look at this” Valentine said to Cody, “Some refreshments.” Cody opened his eyes and looked at what Valentine had found. He handed Cody a towel, a bottle of water, and an energy bar. Cody took the refreshments gratefully, realizing how much this escape room required of his body. Valentine took some refreshments too.

Jake and Andy looked at their mannequin in the middle, who held the same things on a plate. Jake took a towel and wiped his face clean of the sweat and oil from the last task. Andy munched his bar down and took large gulps of water.

“You can say about our captors what you want, but they take good care of us.” Valentine said while taking a bite from his bar.

Jake looked up, that reminded him. “Speaking of our captors, do you guys remember Mike Becker?” he asked.

Cody also remembered the last clue they had received. Jake and Andy seemed a little confused.

“You mean that Chemistry geek we used to push around? Yeah, I remember him.” Andy said, sipping on his water bottle.

“Before we entered the wrestling pit in the previous task, we found a clue that reminded me of him.” Jake said, “The sentence ‘take someone your own size.'” he said.

Andy was thinking, “Yeah, I remember him saying something like that indeed” yalova escort he answered, “But how are you so sure that he is keeping us captured here?” he asked.

“He being a top-notch Chemistry student seems to add up with various things we encountered here,” Cody said, “Think about it. The aphrodisiac drugs that keep us hard, the specialized lubrication, the entrancing smoke that was used.”

Jake nodded, “That combined with Tristan’s knowledge of engineering and machinery makes a great combination.”

“So a nerd from our school and a nerd from your school have teamed up against us.” Valentine said, “That’s the theory?!”

“I wouldn’t believe it at first too, but it makes way too much sense now,” Cody said, while thinking back. “Remember that they had done some science project together at school? They won first prize. If you ask me they make the perfect team to create an escape room like this.”

“Plus weren’t they…you know…” Andy said, while making a fucking motion with his fingers. “Boyfriends.”

“We defiantly are” A very familiar voice spoke, all of the sudden.

The 4 jocks, surprised by the sudden reaction, looked in front of them at the monitor screen. On the screen they saw 2 guys, sitting on a large couch, both with wicked smiles on their faces.

The one sitting on the left was a south-east Asian-looking guy with gelled-up black hair, brown eyes, and a gorgeous smile. This was Mike. Tristan sat on the right, he was a bit taller than Mike, with short, blonde hair, silvery-green eyes, and a smile just as beautiful.

Jake jumped up and looked mad at the screen “WE KNEW IT!” he yelled “We knew it was you guys who kept us hostage, here!”

“Yes, and you figured out our clues relatively quickly.” Mike smiled calmly.

“But, I wouldn’t call it ‘being kept hostage'” Tristan said, “You guys seem to enjoy yourselves.” he said

Jake wanted to reply but ended up blushing, the other guys had their attention focussed on the monitor screen as well.

“Still, despite that we like it now, it’s no reason to bring us here against our will!” Valentine said. “You’ve kidnapped us! You’ve kidnapped our teammates!”

“Yeah, what’s the big idea with all of this!?” Andy yelled.

“Boys, boys, there is no need to be so hostile.” Tristan said, making a calming gesture with his hands.

Mike sat up a bit more straight at the couch and looked closer at the screen. “Please, sit down, take a break, then we will clarify some things.” he said.

The jocks were still angry, especially now that their captors had revealed themselves. But they placed themselves back on their cushions, while keeping their gaze on the screen.

“We mentioned before that we had some history with you.” Tristan said, “Let’s just say, we’re…teaching you a little lesson.” he said.

“So, this whole escape room, is payback?” Cody asked, “Payback for the times we bullied you at school.”

Mike and Tristan looked at each other, “Yes, that, amongst some other things.”

“You keep us here against our will, and force us to do all this gay shit because we bullied you a few times?” Andy said mad, “Really dudes, grow a pair!” This seemed to amuse Mike and Tristan however.

“Ahh, poor baby. How terrible it is that you are FORCED to do gay things, which you are getting more and more comfortable with by the minute.” Tristan chuckled, “How bad it is that you are here AGAINST YOUR WILL, a place where we plan to get you out of.” he said.

Cody looked confused and was thinking, what was Tristan referring to, saying it like this. Was it about that time that Valentine and he forced Tristan to make that Math test? No, that couldn’t be all, there had to be something more to their motivation.

“But what of our other teammates?” Valentine asked, “They never, or barely bullied yalvaç escort you. Why are they here?” he asked.

“True, we don’t have as much quarry with your teammates.” Mike said, “Our initial plan was to bring the 4 of you here by after you ate those drugged pizzas.

That your teammates were with you that night was not in our original schedule, but it seemed to work out in the end.” Mike said.

“It was nothing personal against them, they just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Tristan followed up. “And besides, you have to admit, you got to know your team in a whole different way guys.” Tristan said.

The jocks kept quiet, thinking back on the task they had to fulfill to help their teammates. All 4 of them gained a smirk on their face, they would be lying if they were saying that it wasn’t at least…entertaining.

“Not only my teammates,” Cody said as he took Valentine’s hand, “Also myself.” Valentine looked at Cody, rather surprised, but flattered by his sudden sweet reaction. “Valentine is my best friend, but I never imagined I could be so…intimate and close with him.” Cody whispered.

Valentine smiled and kissed Cody on his lips while squeezing in his hand. “That’s true guys, this whole game made me realize how much I care for Cody,” Valentine said to the screen, “I long for him more by each minute.” he said softly.

Mike and Tristan each made a warm smile. “How about you Andy and Jake?” Mike asked eventually.

The Blue Buffalo Jocks kept silent for a second, thinking over their reply. “Well, despite I am still a bit uncomfortable with this whole gay thing,” Andy said eventually, “I agree with Cody that it made me discover Jake in a whole new way,” he said, as he laid his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Aah, that’s sweet of you,” Jake said, wrapping his hand around Andy’s waist and kissing him.

“Well, I actually meant I discovered what a horny, thirsty little cockslut you are.” Andy joked.

Jake chuckled, “I take that as a compliment.” he said, “And to be honest, I rediscovered my best friend as well. The lengths he is willing to go for us, the things he is willing to do and sacrifice.” Jake said. He laid his hand on Andy’s knee which made the larger jock gain an emotional, grateful smile on his face.

“Andy, I always said I loved you as a friend.” Jake said softly “But after being with you, here, doing these tasks, I discovered how much I actually love you, more as a friend, more than any girl I ever had.” he said.

Andy was taken completely by surprise, he didn’t know what to say, this touched his heart. He crawled up a little and laid his hands on Jake’s cheeks. “Honestly, after all of this, I don’t want to be with a girl anymore.” Andy said, “Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I had such an intense relationship with a woman. I only want you, Jake. I love you.” Andy spoke softly and emotionally.

Jake and Andy kept silent, and looked each other in the eyes, they drowned in each other’s gaze, and kissed one another, deeply, passionately.

Valentine and Cody looked at the two jocks kissing each other. Valentine laid his fingers on Cody’s cheek and turned his face in his direction. “The same count’s for me baby.” he said, “I first couldn’t even imagine such a thing, and now I never want this between us to change.” he whispered. “Cody, you mean the world to me, I couldn’t imagine someone I’d rather be with than you.”

Cody looked at the larger Italian Jock and laid his hand on Valentine’s chest, feeling his heart beat a little faster. “Oh you big silly goofball just kiss me,” Cody said with a wide, happy smile and shed a tear from happiness.

That was all that Valentine needed to hear, he closed in on Cody and within no time the Red Tigers were making love as well.

In the control yenibosna escort room, Mike and Tristan looked at each other with satisfied smiles. “I have to admit, this goes better than we expected.” Tristan said.

“And to think this whole escape room is going so much better than those fake-ass reality love series you have on TV.” Mike chuckled.

After a while, the Jocks came out of their trance, remembering that they were still trapped. “Despite that you made us discover something beautiful, it doesn’t change the fact that you drugged us and locked us up here.” Jake said eventually.

“And it doesn’t help you now that you’re cover is blown,” Cody said.

“True, but that doesn’t matter too much,” Mike said

“You guys would have met us as soon as you would finish the escape room anyways” Tristan explained, “So revealing ourselves now is not really a biggie.”

“Besides, there is still some…information waiting for you when you meet us at the end,” Mike said, “Information of what makes us believe you won’t beat the crap out of us.” he said.

The jocks looked confused and a bit shocked at each other. What kind of information? Tristan and Mike seemed to be having way more up their sleeve than the guys thought.

“Fine, let’s just say we won’t beat you up anyways.” Andy said, “all I care for is that we get out of here and find out where this is all about.”

“Yeah, I want some answers too, and we can’t get those if we were to punch the teeth out of your mouths.” Valentine said.

“It is agreed then, we won’t hurt you.” Cody said, “But as soon as we’re out of here, we demand you tell us you’re whole reason for this…kidnapping!” Cody demanded.

“Agreed.” Mike said, “You won’t have to wait for very long, because you have nearly beaten the escape room.” he said.

“Just a few challenges lie ahead of you before you’re with us and the winner is determined.” Tristan followed up.

The jocks looked at each other, they completely forgot about the point system in the heat of the moment. Jake and Andy smiled brightly because they were almost 100 points ahead.

“Just one more question.” Jake said, “Why did you motivate this whole escape room and the point system on our last football match, while you’re keeping us here for bullying you?” he asked.

“Honestly, the escape room itself is to teach you a lesson about your history with us.” Tristan said, “All we needed was a…theme, if you will.” he said.

“Your last match ended in a draw, so the Blue Buffalo’s and Red Tigers competing against each other once more seemed a perfect theme to us.” Mike smiled.

The jocks looked with a smirk at each other. “Fair enough,” Andy said. “Which reminds me, Jake and I have a match to win, and some red pussies to fuck!” he said, looking at Cody and Valentine on the other side.

“Tristan, Mike, let us continue the game so we can shut Andy’s big mouth once and for all!” Valentine said.

Tristan and Mike chuckled from the eagerness of the jocks. “Sure thing!” Mike said as he took a remote from the desk next to the cough.

“For the following rounds, you will not see the other team anymore.” Tristan said, “There are still some challenges and tasks you guys must face to collect as many points as possible.”

“Now, to make this more interesting, we will choose sides as well.” Mike said, “Tristan will advise Cody and Valentine in the next rounds, while I’ll guide Jake and Andy through their tasks.” he said.

Jake and Andy smiled at each other and looked at the screen, and so did Cody and Valentine. “Let’s do it! Let’s finish this!” Jake smiled.

“Mike pointed the remote to the screen that he was looking at. “Stay at the cushions boys,” he said as he pressed a button on the remote.

The guys were startled by a sudden movement in the cushions, they were going down. It seemed that the cushions were placed on some kind of elevator. The two teams held on to the cushions as they steadily made their way down. They gave each other a last, competitive look before the other team disappeared out of sight. Both teams were excited, eager, and tensed about what their last challenges were going to be.

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

The Boss

No Comments

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

Penis

THE BOSS

A small business owner and his wife worked hard to build the business but over the years other things had fallen aside and the wife felt both neglected and depressed. Bill the husband, seemed to always have something else to do so she, Claire was left for last. She considered divorce but that was just not her way.

Bill was always working, and this brought him close to the employees, to close to some. But no one was the wiser until the paper ran an article about him and his mistress which turned out to be a surprise to all including Claire.

One day Bill received a DVD in the mail and it had not return address on it, he was to busy to open it and just pushed it into a stack of papers. That evening Bill was waiting in his office for his little mistress to show when he got a call from an unknown number. The voice told him to look at the DVD and hung up. Bill searched his desk and finally found it under the papers he pushed it into, pulled it out and opened it. There was no writing on the DVD or note enclosed, so he was more than curious. The DVD started and when the frame opened it said, “Having a dick is not an excuse.”

The next scene was his mistress, Marsha, laying on a cot that he recognized as the work room of the business. Soon it zoomed in and she was naked and blindfolded, as the lights in the room came on, he saw his wife, Claire in the room and she was naked. Claire moved to Marsha and as she tickled her with a feather, Marsha just squirmed and shuffled her legs. Claire was soon between Marsha legs and tasting her pussy like a freshly cooked lobster, parting her lips and darting her tongue in and out of it, then licking and sucking on her clit.

Claire was reaching up to massage Marsha breasts and as she began to climax, Claire stepped away and returned with a strap-on dildo. It was very large and as she pushed it into Marsha she gasps and as she pulled back, it was covered with Marsha juices which was driving him crazy. Claire slammed the dildo into Marsha bringing her to an outstanding orgasm, but that was not all, and Claire continued through two more orgasms. Claire pulled out and offered the plastic tool to Marsha who sucked and licked it clean. Marsha and Claire kissed, and both licked up the dildo as the camera varto escort faded out.

The next screen opened in what Bill recognized as his bedroom, and on the bed was Marsha naked and blindfolded but tied out to the bed posts. Marsha did not appear to mind at all, and as the camera panned out there were 4 or 5 men visible in the room naked and well hung. Bill now was getting scared that his little mistress was going to be hurt. Bill started to get up but then Claire walked into the room naked and she was still a stunning woman that he appeared to forget but he could do nothing but stare. Claire moved up and bent over to explore Marsha’s pussy and as she did one of the men moved up and entered her, driving her face into Marsha and that sent a wild shutter through Marsha.

Another man moved up and straddled Marsha’s mouth providing her a large dick to suck, and she did expertly. Both men worked on the women and soon came dumping a load in Claire’s pussy and one in Marsha’s mouth. The two men got off and a third man stepped up untied Marsha, so now both Claire and Marsha were on the bed and there were two extremely large black dicks waiting in the wings to penetrate their pussy’s. Both men moved in and pushed into the pussy of choice and they were driving in deep with each strike, as they pulled out the black dicks glistened with the juices of the women. One of the first men moved in and placed his dick in Claire’s mouth which she took and sucked it hard. The men in the pussy’s changed places and again pounded the women into the bed as they slammed their tools into the women which brought them to striking orgasms.

As the two men came inside the women, they moved the women off the bed and two other men laid down on the bed, Claire and Marsha smiled at each other and mounted the men without hesitation. The men began driving their thick tools into the woman and it was apparent they were not only full to the limit but enjoying every stroke. Soon there were men climbing on the bed and getting behind the women. As if there was a director giving instructions, the men pushed their tools into the woman second hole and there was only a little resistance. The men worked the women into a frenzy and they came viranşehir escort several times and the camera recorded the large black dicks sliding in and out of the women’s ass working in tandem with large tools in their pussy all four men came inside the women’s respective holes and pulled out. The woman sucked as many dicks clean as they could and then turned to each other. Claire and Marsha were soon in a 69 position and eating each other freshly fucked pussy, the last man moved up and got behind Claire driving his larger than life tool deep into her pussy as she was busy cleaning up Marsha. Marsha took the opportunity to lick the balls and play with the mans dick as he slammed into Claire, soon dumping his load deep but when he pulled out his semi-soft tool was pushed into Claire ass and as it grew to its full size her ass was stretched and the man slammed in and out of Claire, The man pulled out as he was ready to come and shot his load into Marsha mouth that was still working on Claire.

Claire and Marsha took a break and stepped out of the camera and the screen was empty for several minutes, as Bill moved in to turn it off the screen lite up again and Claire was sitting on the side of the bed giving one of the men head. Marsha was off to the side doing the same, soon each man moved in and fucked Claire hard and fast dumping a load into her pussy. Bill was in awe that his wife was still servicing the men because it had never been like that with him. As the last man finished the two women kissed and looked at the camera. The screen went dark and then flashed the following words inside a red heart, “My pussy will always be ready and satisfied no matter what you do.”

As soon as the DVD was over Marsha walked in and gave her two weeks’ notice without a word. Marsha and Claire remained friends and lovers due to Bill’s neglect of his lovely wife and they repeated the group sessions more than once making a DVD to send to Bill so he could see what he ruined but he was slowly getting the opportunity to be with Claire again but Marsha was out of the picture for him and I am sure he felt that any other woman would suffer the same test or fate as Marsha if he strayed.

Bill apparently did not vize escort get the point and soon found another mistress to provide him with sex when needed. Claire was furious when she found out and decided that a second DVD was required because he was acting stupid, but she knew that she must embarrass him for what he really is. Claire devised a plan to have Bill followed and recorded in his actions with his new arm candy.

Claire called on her confident Marsha to help her with the plan, they hired a private investigator and found the routine meeting spot for Bill. On this check in he would be given a specific room outfitted with cameras and audio. Soon Bill was on video receiving a blow job from his arm candy and then moving in to fuck her. He pushed in and went to work on plowing her pussy. Bill however lacked the drive and came very quickly. Bill walked to the bathroom and his new friend was now busy pleasuring herself due to his lack of ability. Claire thought this was great and was going to be the opening of her next video.

Claire opened the video by the following words flashing across the screen. “This is what a less than average man can do, would you like to see what a real dick can do.” The DVD opened and Claire and Marsha were kissing a female, but Bill could not make out who it was. The unknown woman, named Chris, was blindfolded and placed on a bed, tied down and soon being touched and caressed by the two women. Bill realized that the woman was his new friend, he just stopped and had to watch as the women devoured Chris and soon there were several men in the picture taking turns at every hole providing Bill with and excellent view of her pussy being slammed by a good hard 10 inch flesh stick, coated with her juices and she was definitely enjoying the man in her pussy as she sucked a second man as he came down her throat.

Bill watched as all the women were fucked both in the ass and pussy, sucked dicks and swallowed cum load after load taking it all in. The women spent time cleaning off each other and providing a service to the men. The video lasted over two hours with no break in the action. Bill saw his eye candy deflowered; his wife used as nothing more a sex slave and his former lover impaled on a larger than life flesh tool. Bill knew all the woman were satisfied and he would never be able to match or compete with these actions. As the DVD ended it was his wife and his lover in a deep pleasure full kiss and finger fucking each other, they turned and lifted the fingers up and offer them to each other and screen flashed “they are bigger than you baby.”

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 04

No Comments

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

Babes

Pop was the only person who had ever spanked me before.

Neither of my parents believed in corporal punishment, but they did have the belief that when my brother and I stayed at Pop’s, we would be punished however he saw fit.

There were two times I remembered Pop spanking me. The first was when I was six, and I took a glass off the counter and threw it onto the floor because he wouldn’t let me have ice cream after dinner. Pop took me into his bedroom, closed the door, bent me over his knee, pulled down my pants, and swatted my ass with his bare hand.

Besides being the first day Pop ever hit me, it was also the first day I found myself attracted to him. I had no idea what sex even was, so it wasn’t about that; I just knew I was struck by Pop’s built physique.

He looked like a superhero, his arms bound with muscle and his pecs always rock hard under their bushy surface. Since he and my Dad were both such young fathers, Pop was only around forty at the time. It’s probably not a coincidence that ever since, I’d had a soft spot — or should I say a hard spot? — for middle-aged men.

That spanking kept me on the up-and-up until I was eight, when I tested Pop a second time. He’d told my brother and me not to pee in his yard, but one summer afternoon, I dared my brother to piss next to me on the fence outside, to see whose stream could go higher on the wooden slats. When Pop saw from the kitchen window, both Kyle and I got spankings in his room.

Kyle watched my Superman underwear get yanked down and my cheeks swatted first, and then I saw it happen to him. Afterwards, Pop gave us each a kiss and told us to be good boys so he wouldn’t have to spank us again. For some reason, that time it stuck. Pop’s hands hadn’t come into contact with my ass since.

Now, as I lay next to Pop in his bed, his glossy porn magazine resting on my chest, I gazed at him in total disbelief. His fingers were grazing my pubes pulling down my shorts, revealing pretty strong proof that I wasn’t the little boy I was all those years ago.

I could feel my dick bounce up and slap my belly as soon as it was released from my boxers, and when I looked down into Pop’s eyes, I could tell he was entranced by the tufts of hair on each side of my shaft and balls. I was eighteen now. This wasn’t the little boy penis that had been pissing on his backyard fence.

“Wow. yahşihan escort Very nice, Buddy.”

“You can touch it if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded, then I closed my eyes, and only a second later I felt Pop’s fingers grazing my nutsack. Then he ran his fingertips all over my shaft and head, finally feeling around my young bush.

It felt so good having Pop’s fingers on me, but my eyes really rolled back at what I felt next.

A gentle, wet heat slid down my dick. I recognized the sensation right away. It was exactly like when Dad had put my dick in his mouth, only without the fingers pushing in and out of my hole. Pop’s head slowly bobbed up and down on me, bringing me in and out of his scruffy lips, and he only took me all the way out to tell me how good I tasted.

“Pop?”

“Yeah, Buddy?”

“Can I… taste you?”

“Hmm…”

With that, he got up from the bed. I crawled down to floor onto my knees, situating myself in front of Pop’s shorts. Right in front of me, he yanked them down and showed himself to me for the first time.

Pop’s cock sprung up, fully hard right before my face. My eyes took it in. I couldn’t help but notice that it looked exactly like Dad’s. I wanted it lodged in me, immediately.

But before I could lean forward and taste his pink head with my tongue, Pop grabbed my hair and yanked me back. My eyes widened, surprised and confused.

“Does Buddy want to taste Pop’s cock?”

I nodded from the floor, my eyes begging Pop to feed me.

“Has Buddy been a good boy?”

Again, I nodded. My mouth was watering. I wanted his cock so bad I could feel my head subtly still trying to lean forward despite his grip.

“I don’t know…” Pop said. “I think Buddy might need a spanking.”

I had no idea where the hell this had come from, but it was like a zap to my dick. All of a sudden, all I wanted to feel was Pop’s hand smacking my ass, just like when I was little. “Was I a bad boy again?” I asked.

Pop grinned, realizing I’d play along, no explanation necessary. He took a seat on the edge of his mattress. “Get up,” he said, and when I did, he added, “Now come here and bend over. You know how.”

I lowered myself and laid my bare chest onto Pop’s hairy thighs. I looked down at his feet and only a second later, a heavy yakacık escort thwack hit my ass. I jumped. This was a lot harder than before. It was so sharp I was surprised I hadn’t yelped through my gritted teeth.

But it wasn’t bad, I realized. In fact, my heart was thudding harder than ever. I could feel my pulse in my throat. “You okay, Buddy?” Pop asked.

“Yeah,” I told him, and then felt another few whacks. I was heaving on his lap afterward. They were all even stronger.

Finally, Pop told me there was going to be one more, then let it rip. The blaring bang could probably be heard all the way back at Dad’s house, this time accompanied by a massive moan on my end. My ass was hot with the sting of his palm. Tears welled up in my eyes from the intensity. This was so fucking bizarre, but at the same time, it was somehow even more exhilarating than when Dad fingered me.

Pop instructed me to get up onto his bed and lay down. I did, the soft flannel sheets soothing my back and ass.

Then the heft of his muscle crawled over me and moved his body forward until I was looking up at his cock and balls, dangling over my face. “Tell me you want it, Buddy.”

“I want it, Pop.”

“You like Pop’s hairy privates?”

“Yes sir.”

“You want to taste Pop’s privates?”

“Yes. Please, Pop.”

His eyes locked onto mine the way Dad’s had the week before, and then he pushed down on his cock with his fingers and teased me with the slick head. A small bit of salty pre-cum slid onto my lips. When I stuck out my tongue, Pop squeezed his shaft and smeared the rest on it. Then he slowly moved himself forward and pushed into my mouth, and from my lips to my throat, he filled me up.

Pop began swaying back and forth. I looked up as he stared down at his cock sliding in and out of me. He reached for my face and held my cheeks as he began thrusting a little harder. When I gagged, Pop took himself out, but only to give my cheeks a few wet hearty slaps with his meat. Then he slid back in, deeper toward my throat. “You feel so good, Buddy.”

After a few more pumps, Pop pulled his cock out again. This time, he scooted himself back. “What are you doing, Pop?” I asked. He didn’t answer, though. Instead, he spit into his hand, and then rubbed it onto my dick behind him, yakutiye escort before moving back and carefully lowering his hairy ass into it. It all happened so fast, I was stunned.

I felt every inch of my dick sliding into Pop’s warm hole, the way his cock had just slid into my mouth. It was so tight but soft, wet but firm. My eyes rolled back. Pop gyrated his hips, squeezing hot slippery friction around my shaft and head, pressing himself down onto my balls in the best way possible.

It was my first time inside someone’s ass, and I felt like my dick had just unlocked a whole new level of ecstasy. “Oh fuck, Pop. Oh fuck. You feel so good, Pop. Thank you.”

“That’s a good boy, Buddy. You just lay there and let Pop make you feel good.”

He kept moving his ass on me, and I kept sliding around tightly inside him. I was in heaven, and in just as much disbelief fucking him as I was last week when Dad had plunged himself into my ass.

My head turned and I watched myself fuck Pop in his closet mirror. I never wanted to forget that image. I felt like such a man, especially when Pop turned to look at us, too, putting his arms up to flex his biceps as he rode me. I knew Pop had never been prouder of me in that moment.

The sight turned me on so much that it brought on a familiar twitch to my balls, and it zinged all the way to the head of my dick. My lungs started pulling in air faster. I looked up. “Pop, I think I’m… I’m about to…”

“It’s okay, Buddy. Let it happen. Right inside me.” Pop moved faster and harder, sending tremors of pleasure down my legs. Before I knew it, I started pushing myself into Pop’s hole with the deepest thrusts I could. It felt better and better, until the floodgates opened and I could feel the heavy shots of cum blasting out of me.

It seemed like Pop could feel each burst. “You feel so damn good, Buddy,” he moaned, and started masturbating with my dick still in him. He jerked until finally, he let out a pressured grunt, and the head of his cock began to spurt out his own load, thick and hot, right onto my mouth. My lips and chin were warm ans dripping within seconds. I stuck out my tongue to taste it, then swallowed.

Pop let my dick slide out of his ass, and brought his lips up to mine to lick off all the cum left coating my mouth.

Then he dropped down next to me on the bed and pulled me closer to his chest. We were both damp with sweat, catching our breath and bringing ourselves back into reality. I breathed in Pop’s humid musk as be rubbed my belly and kissed me on the forehead.

Slowly, my eyes began to droop shut, and right before I drifted off into a nap in Pop’s bed, I heard in a familiar deep voice: “You’re my best buddy in the world.”

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,

Alisha – Die 120 Tage von Cefalù 14

No Comments

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

Babes

Teil 14 von Alishas “braunen Tagebüchern”

(c) Astrum Argenteum 2024

+++

20. Dezember 2018

Ich habe noch einmal meinen Tagebucheintrag von vor zwei Tagen gelesen. Das versetzt mich in einen ganz außergewöhnlichen Zustand. Seit dem Ereignis im Wald fühle ich mich wie entrückt. Komme nicht runter. Es ist wie ein Rausch. So viele Erinnerungen kommen hoch. Die Gerüche vor allem. Versetzen mich sofort in die Schule zurück. Das ist positiv, fühlt sich gut an. Aber tief darunter, ich kann es nicht leugnen, lauert das Trauma. Es war eine schlimme Zeit (Anm. des Herausgebers: Nachzulesen in „Pfingstmartyrium” und den „Vorgeschichten”). Und doch. Das ist geblieben. Als Erbe. Ich liebe, ich verehre den Kot. Anders kann ich es nicht sagen.

All die Erniedrigungen, mit denen ich in der Schule gequält wurde, haben zu diesem krassen, unbeschreiblichen Fetisch geführt. Ich habe die Erniedrigung in etwas Schönes überführt. Das mir Stärke und Selbstbewusstsein gibt. Psychologen haben sicher Erklärungen dafür, wahrscheinlich auch Therapien. Aber das interessiert mich nicht. Ich habe etwas für mich entdeckt, was einzigartig ist. Was nur mir gehört. Was niemand anderes verstehen wird. Diese Leidenschaft, dieses brennende Verlangen nach Beschmutzung. Sie gibt mir Kraft. Stolz.

Oder ist es schon Gier? Sucht?

Als ich im Wald war, habe ich die Kontrolle verloren. Ich habe mich mitten auf einem ereğili escort Reitweg in Pferdemist gewälzt, habe damit masturbiert, komplett ohne jede Zurückhaltung. Ich hätte jederzeit dabei gesehen werden können. Das war unvorsichtig.

Oder ist es egal? Was die Leute denken? Sie sollen ihre verfluchten Fressen halten. Aber ich glaube darum geht es gar nicht. Sondern darum, wieviel Kontrolle ich über mein Verlangen habe. Der Drang wird immer stärker. Fast jede Nacht träume ich davon. Von krassesten braunen Exzessen. Ganze Bataillone, die mich als ihre Toilette benutzen. Dominas, die mich unter Androhung von Strafen zum Schlucken zwingen, Pferde Kühe Schweine, in deren Morast ich mich wälze. Es ist kaum in Worte zu fassen. Schon die Gedanken lösen Scham aus.

Aber nun merke ich, wie es immer mehr Realität wird. Es wird ein Teil von meinem Leben und gewinnt dadurch an Macht über mich. Will ich es kontrollieren? Oder will ich mich davon hinweg reißen lassen, von einer braunen Flutwelle die mich in die abgründigsten Kloaken der Perversion spült? Was macht es mit mir? Nehme ich Schaden daran? Wird es meine Beziehung zu X. beschädigen? Es sind zu viele Fragen, auf die ich keine Antworten habe. Ich weiß nur eins:

Ich. Will. Es.

+++

Nachtrag vom 21. Dezember:

Heute Abend war ich mit ein paar Leuten aus der Uni was trinken. zonguldak escort Es war lustig, aber ich war die ganze Zeit gedanklich nur bei einer Sache. Ein paar Mal bin ich auf die Toilette gegangen und habe mir dort das letzte Video von mir angeschaut. Es fiel mir schwer, mich zurückzuhalten, nicht jedes Mal hemmungslos zu masturbieren. In meinem Kopf ein Wirbelwind von Gefühlen. Manchmal hatte ich Angst, dass die anderen meine Gedanken lesen können, dass es mir auf der Stirn geschrieben steht:

Alisha liebt Kot.

Ja, ihr Spießer, ihr Heuchler.

Alisha ist eine dreckige Kotschlampe.

Alisha lebt ihre geheimsten Fantasien aus.

Alisha nimmt sich die Freiheit, über alle eure Tabus hinwegzuschreiten.

Alisha gibt einen Fick auf eure Moralvorstellungen.

Und nun, was? Hasst ihr mich? Verachtet ihr mich?

Oder neidet ihr mir meine Freiheit?

Ich gerate in einen Taumel. Ich verabschiede mich hastig, eile nachhause. Tatsächlich ist mir egal, was sie denken. Bin ich komisch? Vermutlich, aber so kennen mich die Leute. Ich bin ein Freak, aber stolz dabei. Unterwegs muss ich plötzlich an Simone denken. Die Erinnerung an sie fährt mir so heiß in den Unterleib, dass ich für einen Moment Angst habe, in der Straßenbahn umzukippen. Es sind nur wenige Meter von der Haltestelle bis in meine Wohnung, aber ich renne, ich bin plötzlich so istanbul travesti unfassbar geil.

Kaum ist die Wohnungstür zu, haste ich ins Badezimmer, streife meine Kleider ab, steige in die Dusche, zittere vor Erregung. Ich pisse mir ins Gesicht, dabei reibe ich meine Klitoris, es braucht keine Minute bis ich komme, dabei stelle ich mir vor, wie Simone über mir steht, ihr wunderschöner voller Körper, ich weine, rolle mich in meinem Urin zusammen, aber ich spüre, dass ich noch mehr brauche, die Erinnerungen an Simone überfluten mich, ich denke an die vielen besonderen Momente bei ihr, als sie mich mit dem Dildo anal penetrierte und ihn mir danach in den Mund steckte, mich „zwang” daran zu lutschen, mein eigener Geschmack der sich mir so stark einprägte, die Gedanken daran erregen mich so sehr machen mich so unfassbar geil ich reibe mich weiter, stecke meinen Kopf in die Toilette, lecke die Schüssel ab, tauche meine Lippen und Zunge in das Wasser, malträtiere meine Fotze schlage sie mit der flachen Hand versuche dabei meinen Darm zu leeren es ist schwer und dauert aber schließlich kommt ein kleines Stück herausgeflutscht ich fange es mit der Hand stecke es mir in den Mund wichse weiter lutsche stelle mir wieder vor es ist Simone die mich fordert mir in den Mund macht mich zwingt „schluck, du Hure, du willst es doch” und ich komme so hart ich breche zusammen liege vor der Toilette schluchze hemmungslos zucke unkontrolliert es ist so mächtig was passiert mit mir was passiert mit mir was ist los mit mir…

+++

Und selbst jetzt, am Tag danach, als ich das niederschreibe, werde ich schon wieder so geil davon, dass ich mich anfassen muss. Ich halte es nicht mehr aus, es zerreißt mich, ICH MUSS ES IHM SAGEN!

//Fortsetzung folgt.//

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

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: ,
istanbul travesti istanbul travesti istanbul travesti ankara travesti Moda Melanj kuşadası escort bayan çankaya escort mecidiyeköy escort beylikdüzü escort istanbul escort ankara escort bayan Hacklink Hacklink panel Hacklink panel bursa escort ankara escort Ankara escort bayan Ankara Escort Ankara Escort Rus Escort Eryaman Escort Etlik Escort Sincan Escort Çankaya Escort hurilerim.com Escort Antalya Escort Alanya Escort Antalya Merkez Escort Antalya Otele Gelen Escort Antalya Rus Escort Belek Escort Fethiye Escort Kemer Escort Kepez Escort Konyaaltı Escort beylikdüzü escort antalya rus escort escort keçiören escort etlik escort çankaya escort mamasiki.com bucur.net hayvanca.net lazimlik.net cidden.net Escort bayan Escort bayan escortsme.com anadoluyakasikadin.com kadikoykadin.com atasehirkadin.com umraniyekadin.com bostancikadin.com maltepekadin.com pendikkadin.com kurtkoykadin.com kartalkadin.com istanbulspor.net şişli escort istanbul escort mecidiyeköy escort beşiktaş escort taksim escort fındıkzade escort çapa escort fatih escort topkapı escort escort şişli escort bayan bayrampaşa escort merter escort escort mecidiyeköy bursa escort warez forum Bonus veren siteler Bonus veren siteler ankara travesti By Casino bursa escort görükle escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort ankara escort kayseri escort kuşadası escort kocaeli escort konya escort kütahya escort manisa escort mardin escort mersin escort muğla escort nevşehir escort rize escort sakarya escort samsun escort şanlıurfa escort sivas escort tekirdağ escort trabzon escort tunceli escort uşak escort van escort yalova escort çorlu escort gebze escort gümüşhane escort izmir escort kilis escort kırklareli escort karabük escort karaman escort kars escort kıbrıs escort kırşehir escort malatya escort niğde escort ordu escort osmaniye escort sinop escort tokat escort yozgat escort zonguldak escort