She sat at the bar, one long leg crossed over the other, sipping on her third dirty martini as she watched raindrops slide down the steam-frosted windows that took up the upper half of each wall, giving patrons such as herself a stellar view of the city skyline. She glanced out at the darkening sky, looking at the lights that were popping up as the sun sank below the horizon. The vermouth slid smoothly down her throat and she sighed, knowing that tonight was just going to be one of those nights. The bar was quiet; only a few regulars graced the sofas and chairs spread in conversation groups around the cozy room. She heard the quiet hum of meaningless chatter, punctured by the occasional laugh, and wished that she wasn’t alone. But, like so many other wishes she’d had over her twenty-five years, it went unheeded. She’d been alone, in the truest sense, for a very long time.

Of course there had been a few men here and there; she liked sex as much as the next woman did-passionate, no-holds barred, take-me now sex. The occasional one-night stand every few months was enough intimacy for her, and when it wasn’t, batteries worked just as well. Her friends, for the most part, had settled into comfortable long-term relationships. She was the loner, the one without a ‘significant other’ as everyone called them these days. But for her it was a choice, a conscious decision. She wouldn’t let anyone get too close to her. Once-burned, twice-shy, she thought, lifting her glass to her lips and draining it.

She felt the air shift around her seconds before a large hand settled on her bare shoulder. She turned, tensing, ready to face the threat should it be there. It wasn’t, she realized, relaxing as he slid onto the bar stool next to her. He signaled the bartender, ordering another martini for her and a beer for him. “You left the party early,” he said casually as his long, tanned fingers wrapped around the glass.

“That I did,” she said easily, her lithe fingers idly sliding up and down the stem of the martini glass. “Even though I’m still dressed for it,” she said with a low, husky laugh, glancing down at herself. She was still in the skintight wine-colored off-the-shoulder dress she’d worn to the dinner party. She uncrossed her legs, the dress sliding high on her thighs as she changed legs, crossing her left over her right. She tapped her silver stiletto against the bar stool, pleased with the slight ping the movement produced.

“You know,” he said, “I’m starting to feel a bit like your keeper.” He grinned to himself, knowing his comment would cause an eruption of some sort.

She tossed her head, turning to glare at him, fire flaring in her stormy slate blue eyes. “No man will ever be my keeper,” she said fiercely.

He hid his smirk. “Someday some man will-but not this one. I’m not dumb enough to attempt it,” he remarked. “Or maybe I just know you too well,” he added, watching her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around the stem of her glass, knowing she was all too capable of throwing it’s contents in his face.

Instead, she threw her head back and downed the martini in one gulp, then grabbed her clutch, stood, and signaled the bartender. He slid his hand around her forearm, slapped a twenty on the bar, and rose from his stool. They were both silent as she stalked from the bar, shaking his hand from her arm as he trailed after her. Her long legs ate up the ground beneath her as she strode down the sidewalk, headed ataköy escort bayan for her condo.

“Doesn’t that hurt your feet?” he asked, keeping up with her easily. She didn’t even turn around, but picked up the pace, moving as quickly as she could in her heels. “Hey,” he said, taking her arm and spinning her around, “Come on. My car’s right there. I’ll drive you home before you break an ankle.” He saw the indecision in her face, knowing that she was proud enough to walk the mile rather than let him drive her home.

“Fine,” she hissed, stalking to his car. He unlocked the doors and opened hers, closing it behind her. He walked around the back and climbed in, sliding the key in the ignition. The car started easily and he pulled away from the curb, heading down the street.

“Where are we going?” she said as he missed the turn to her condo.

“I just want to show you something,” he said, sliding a hand over to rest on her thigh. He felt her leg muscles tense beneath his hand. She was always on the defensive. It drove him crazy. It made him hurt for her. And, at the same time, it made him want her more than anything. He’d never met another woman with that much fire. There was passion simmering just under the surface, and he was sick and tired of letting her waste it on the occasional creep she took home and kicked out the next morning without so much as a word.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the beach. He parked the car and came around to open her door. “What are we doing here?” she asked, climbing from the car and sliding her heels off, taking them in her hand.

“Walk with me,” he said, taking her free hand in his. She didn’t try to remove it, surprising him. Maybe she’d had more to drink than he thought. They walked to the water’s edge, letting the waves wash over their toes as they strolled leisurely down the stretch of deserted sand. No one else was crazy enough to walk on the beach at midnight in the rain. Or desperate enough, he amended. But he’d waited long enough for her, and his patience had worn thin.

“Why’d you leave the party?” he asked, breaking the silence.

She glanced at him. “We both know I didn’t really belong there,” she answered quietly.

“Why the hell not?” he asked fiercely. “You’ve been friends with Lily and Adam for long than I have, and I’ve known them forever.”

She stopped, looking out at the waves, wiggling her toes as the cold water rushed over them. The wind coming off the water blew her hair in her face, but she didn’t try to push it back. She liked the feeling; the wildness, the chaos. It suited her. She was as untamable as the storm swirling around them and raging inside her. “We both know that I’m not like the rest of you,” she said, raising her chin in defiance against the rain being thrown against them.

“You’re too much like the rest of us and it bugs the hell out of you, doesn’t it? If you had it your way it would be you against the rest of the world. Well, you know what? I’m sick and tired of this woe is me shit. Yeah, you got burnt. Two fucking years ago. And you still haven’t let it go, have you? You know why? Because you’re terrified it’ll happen again, and all you really want, deep down, is to be loved by someone who actually means it!” he ranted, throwing his hands in the air.

She stood very still, so still he could’ve sworn she wasn’t even breathing. Then she turned, and he saw zeytinburnu escort bayan the sheen of tears in her eyes. He reached a hand out, worried he’d gone too far; worried he’d said far too much. She turned back, facing the waves crashing against the sand. His hand met her cool skin and she took off, running back the way they’d came. He took off after her, slowly eating up the ground between them. He caught up to her, spinning her around. They tumbled to the sand, breathing hard. He straddled her, dodging her fists as she tried to clobber him with her shoes. “God damn it, stop that!”

She turned her face as he pinned her arms above her head. “Fuck you,” she whispered, a sob catching in her throat.

“Don’t tempt me,” he barked.

She turned her head, meeting his eyes as her own widened in surprise.

He saw the tears, watched them overflow until they were running down her cheeks, meeting with the raindrops and sliding down her chest. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” he said desperately. “I’m sorry. So sorry,” he said, leaning down to nuzzle against her. He felt her chest heaving as she tried to hold back her sobs and he felt like dirt. He’d pushed her too far. He rose up above her again, ready to let her go, ready to take her home and forget about this madness. But then his eyes met hers and he was lost. She was so damn hungry, and it showed; hungry for love, hungry for affection, and he was going to give it to her if it killed him.

With a groan he lowered his head, opening her lips with his. Her tongue slid silkily against his and he growled low in his throat, his mouth pushing fiercely against hers. He took them both deep, his hands releasing her wrists and sliding down her body to her hips, which were rising to cradle his hard cock. She whimpered into his mouth and he caught the sound, sliding his hands under her dress to grab her ass. He gripped hard, pushing his cock against her as his tongue mated with hers. She arched her back, pushing up against him, wanting more. Her legs wrapped around his back and pulled him tighter against her warmth.

He slid her dress down below her tits, groaning as he took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, lashing her with his tongue. His other hand slid from her ass to her pussy. “Fuck me,” he swore, releasing her nipple as his fingers encountered hot, wet, smooth skin. “No panties?” He stroked her, his lips moving to the soft skin of her neck, sucking and kissing her throat as his fingers slid along her damp slit. He ran one finger up to rub against her clit as his thumb slid deep into her tight wet pussy, both of them moaning as he teased her. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, sliding his thumb in and out of her. She contracted around his finger, milking it as he circled her clit. He looked down, watching her pussy take his thumb. He slid it from her, then took two of his fingers and hooked them inside her, grinning as her hips arched to ride his hand. “You like that, don’t you baby?” he rasped, sliding his lips over her nipple before flicking it with his tongue.

She whimpered, arching her back and pushing more of her breast into his hot mouth. “I need you in me,” she whispered, “Now.” She wrapped her legs high around his back, pulling him down to her and raising her lips to his. She slid a hand down his chest and stomach until her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him through his arnavutköy escort bayan pants. He thrust into her hand, groaning as her fist moved up and down his cock. She slid her hand beneath his waistband, feeling him shudder as her cool fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. “I want to feel this in me,” she said, leaning up to bite his neck playfully.

He pushed her hand from him and unzipped his fly. He looked down at her, spread out on the sand. Her dress had ridden up her thighs and he could see her smooth pussy, glistening with juice. He hardened even further, his hand stroking his cock as he watched her. “Fuck me,” she whispered, “Now!” He lowered himself over her, his cock sliding against her wet entrance. His lips once again went to her nipple and he sucked hard, drawing it deep into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue over and over. She wriggled beneath him, her legs wrapping high around his back. His cock settled in her slit, sliding easily against her clit.

She reached down, wrapping her hand around his dick, using the head to stroke her clit. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, thrusting against her. Her hips arched high, forcing his cock against her. Her body tightened, tensing. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me,” he whispered fiercely, watching her hips rise and fall. He slid a hand to her chest and took a nipple between his fingers, pinching gently. He leaned down, mouthing her neck while she moved his cock against her wet pussy, slipping and sliding as she strained to get herself to the edge. He rocked against her, driving his cock hard against her clit. His fingers tightened, pinching her nipple hard. She gasped, moving her hips wildly, moving his rock hard cock to meet her aching clit. Seconds later she exploded, her back arching as she screamed, juice flowing from her wet pussy to coat his dick. “That’s it, sweetheart. I love it when you cum for me,” he said as he slid his cock down to tease the entrance to her tight, hot, wet pussy.

He watched as she came back down, rubbing the head of his cock between her wet lips. Her eyes focused on him and she smiled. With a grin he drove his cock deep into her depths, groaning as her eyes slid closed with pleasure. “Fuck yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me good.” He thrust deep, spearing her with his cock. Her pussy wrapped tight around him, contracting on his cock as she lifted her hips to meet him. He growled low in his throat, pounding her wet pussy for all it was worth. He fucked her as hard as he could, slamming in and out of her, his balls slapping firmly against her ass. He felt her body tense and he drove deeper, lifting her legs over his shoulders as he fucked into her. “Oh yes,” she whimpered, hands rising to run over his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders, lifting herself to take his cock deep. Her head rose off the sand and he felt her mouth on his throat. “Fuck….I’m cumming!” she screamed, biting his shoulder. With a growl he let himself go, slamming into her wet pussy one last time. He held himself deep as he exploded in her, hands grabbing her hips hard, forcing her to take every last drop.

With a groan he collapsed against her, wrapping her in his arms. He felt her shiver and he grinned, still buried deep inside the warmth of her body. He ran his mouth along her neck and up to her ear. “Come home with me,” he whispered. She pushed him up, looking at his face warily. “Shhh,” he said, laying a finger on her lips as she started to speak, “No arguments. I’ve wanted you for a long time. You just didn’t know it. And, just so you know, this isn’t another one-night stand. You’re mine now and you’re going to stay that way.” He slid her dress down to cover her, then rose and pulled her up with him. He knew she’d fight him eventually. But any woman worth her salt was a challenge. He’d just have to come out on top.

I followed Kelly’s ass as we climbed up the narrow wooden staircase that lead to the upper floors.

The restaurant had a tiny footprint, with a front room that barely held four tables and the small bar. The building itself was old, with walls of stone and ceilings of aged timber. Like most houses in the Old Town, it was narrow. But it went up, four stories, each floor decorated slightly differently. The second floor had more dining tables, the third was a lounge, and the fourth, where we were headed, an open-air patio.

My heart was thumping in my chest. As the adrenaline was wearing off, the reality of what was happening was settling in; I was on a god-damn date with a hot chick. A chick I had recently fucked. The tightness in my balls and the heaviness of my cock attested to that. A chick that I had started to really like. That made me nervous as hell. Thankfully we were on my territory, in a place I knew well.

The owner of this small restaurant was a friendly man in his late fifties, short and round and full of energy. He had welcomed us with open arms and we had exchanged a few pleasantries. He warmly welcomed Kelly and guided us towards a small table, white table cloth, candle and all, in a corner of the restaurant.

But I had had other ideas.

After a few stumbling words and lots of hand motions, I told the man of my plans. He smiled and waved us through.

“Do you know everyone here?” Kelly asked.

“I kinda bounced between here and the library. This guy is the owner and the host, and the bartender too. Really nice. But after you…” I gestured Kelly forward, towards the small wooden staircase climbing up to higher floors.

I followed Kelly up the narrow stairs, her ass at my eye level. I knew that ass, I had seen it naked. That thought thickened my cock to a semi-erection.

We made it to the fourth floor patio, and Kelly stopped.

“This is so awesome!” she exclaimed.

The small patio was half the size of the restaurant below, tiny, with barely enough room for a couple of tables. But the view was unbeatable. Above us, the darkening sky filling with stars. Before us, the Old Town was glowing in the orange glow of streetlights. An electric blue glow rose over the distant battlements where the new town brushed against the tall walls.

It was also empty. We had the place to ourselves.

I let myself fall onto the padded bench that was wedged against the back wall, fronted by a small low table. Kelly joined me, groaning with relief at the chance to sit, but a big smile was on her face.

“This place is beautiful,” she said, taking in the sights.

“Yeah,” I said, looking at her.

I leaned against the corner, letting the wall take my weight so that I could turn towards her.

She looked at me.

“I owe you big,” she said, “thank you.”

“I don’t know what I did, but you’re welcome.”

“You weren’t a jerk to me. You showed me around, showed me those secret places of yours. Cheered me up. Fucked me silly,” she said, a small smile growing on her lip.

She placed her foot on the bench, resting her chin on her raised knee. Turned towards me as she was, that raised knee let me look straight up her skirt, to her bald and naked pussy. It was there, pale pink, nestled between her tanned thighs, still a little shiny with her sweat and juices, still a little raw and red from our recent fucking. She, of course, knew exactly what she was showing me. My cock grew full and hard, pressed against my shorts. My throat was tight with nervous tension. I had never been with anyone as forward as her.

A waiter appeared, a carafe of bakırköy escort bayan sangria in one hand, two glasses in the other. Kelly demurely dropped her foot to the ground, ending her show. The waiter left a small menu on the table and left, but not before giving me a thumbs up sign behind Kelly’s back. I smiled and blushed.

Kelly grabbed the menu.

“My treat,” she said.

Before long we had a table full of small dishes filled with tapas and appetizers. Another bottle of wine was brought out, a pale summer white, sweet and easy to drink. No label on the bottle, this was the local vintage.

Kelly and I devoured everything, drank everything, feeding each other little bits of this and that, laughing, talking, slowly getting drunk. I hadn’t been this happy in a very long time. She would rest her hand on my thigh and leave it there as we talked. I ran my hand along her neck and back, my fingers brushing strands of blond hair away from her face.

There was a pause in the conversation. She looked at me. My finger traced the lobe of her ear. Kelly sank towards me, her eyes closing, her mouth looking for mine. We kissed, softly, slowly, our tongues gently slipping back and forth. Soon Kelly’s breath grew heavier, her tongue hungrier in my mouth.

Her hand slipped under the leg of my shorts, slipping upwards, until her fingers brushed against the tip of my hardening cock. I moaned in her mouth. She teased me, stroking just the swollen head of my cock with her fingertips. She suddenly pulled her hand away.

“We better pay,” she said.

I agreed.

When the waiter came to check on us Kelly paid for the meal. We were free to go, free to leave. Neither one of us moved.

“I don’t want to go back yet,” Kelly said finally.

“We can go dancing, I know a place,” I replied.

Kelly slid over to me and threw her legs over mine, straddling me. She took my face in her hand and kissed me, her hands running up to my hair, grabbing on to it. Her mouth was hot and scented with wine, her tongue insistent. She finally broke the kiss and started looking around. Then up.

“What’s up there?” she asked, nodding towards the wall behind us.

“I dunno,” I replied.

The patio was only half the size of the restaurant, so something had to be behind us, beyond that wall. Kelly stood on top of the bench and reached up.

“Help me up,” she said, her toned hushed and excited.

I grabbed her under her butt and heaved her up. She scrambled up and disappeared. I looked around, but no sign of our waiter yet.

“Come on up!” she whispered from above.

She held out her hand to me and helped me heave myself over the wall. I rolled onto a flat roof that covered the other half of the top floor. A TV antenna rose in one corner, a chimney stack in another. But it was otherwise flat and empty, with barely a ridge around it to prevent us from falling off. It was dark up there, where few lights reached. Above us the dark sky was filled with stars.

Kelly was on me immediately, her hand reaching down my shorts for my cock. I fumbled with her dress, reaching between her thighs to find her pussy soft and already wet. We laid side by side, hands fumbling at each other’s crotch, kissing wildly.

Kelly curled up and kneeled over my thighs, taking my cock in her mouth. I moaned as her hot wet mouth slid over the tip, her hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping it. I ran my fingers in her hair, trying to control the urge to push her head down, to shove my cock deeper into her mouth.

She sat up and scooted up, throwing güngören escort bayan a leg over my thighs, sitting on top of me. Her pussy pressed against my cock as she rubbed herself on top of me, her hands on my shoulders. The slick lips of her sex slid over the shaft of my cock, spreading her juices over it, over my balls. She crushed her clit against the tip of my cock, shaking her hips, teasing herself. My hands roamed her hips, cupping her ass.

My cock slipped into her pussy. No hands, just that brief slip between in and out, a tilt of the hips and now I was balls deep in her. We both gasped.

She pushed herself up and pulled off her dress. She was naked now under the stars, sitting on my cock, rocking herself to an orgasm. I cupped her breasts in my hands, my fingers playing with the hard nub of her pink nipples. She covered my hands with hers, tugging at her own nipples pulling them hard.

I started to thrust up, lifting my hips off the ground, pushing my cock deeper into her wet pussy. her breath came in short panting gasps. She was getting close. I was getting close.

Below us, a door opened.

Kelly froze, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream.

The waiter was on the patio, clearing our table. We could hear the soft clinking noises of the dishes being stacked.

Kelly collapsed on top of me, trying to get low and remain unseen, our bodies pressed against each other. We both froze and listened, my cock still buried in her pussy.

The waiter seemed to move incredibly slowly.

I started to rotate my hips, moving my dick barely an inch in and out of her. Kelly started to breathe heavily, her mouth against my neck, her arms wrapped around my head. I pushed my hips up, crushing her clit against my pubic bone. I started rotating my hips again. Kelly started to breathe heavier.

I put both hands on her naked ass, pushing her against me, keeping the pressure on her clit. I slid a finger closer to her cleft, brushing against her asshole. She gasped but didn’t protest. My finger found her asshole again and stayed, putting pressure on it. She moaned again.

I was trying to keep everything in motion, my hips, my finger, focussing on her responses. I was hard, rock hard, but too focussed on her to be close to orgasm. One hand on her ass helped move her back and forth on my cock. The other hand slid down, found the well of her wetness, brought a finger back to her ass.

I pushed, and her ass opened. My finger sunk to the second knuckle. Kelly’s breath caught.

The waiter walked away, arms probably loaded with plate. I didn’t care.

I slipped another finger into her ass. She accepted it easily, pushing her hips back, fucking her ass on my fingers. I pushed in deep enough to have a hold. I really started pumping my cock into her, using the two fingers in her ass to pull her harder against me, against the cock filling her.

Kelly started to moan, a low guttural sound. Her pussy started spasming, her arms clenching against my head. I continued pumping, shoving my cock in her, my fingers slipping deeper in her ass as I pulled her closer to me. Her pussy continued to spasm around my cock, over and over again. Kelly was speechless, her head thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed, a single long exhale the only sound she was making as her orgasm shot through her body..

I finally stopped moving, mostly because my abs were on fire. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her ass. Kelly collapsed, breathing heavily, her full weight on me. I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling her neck, leaving merter escort bayan small kisses along her jaw.

“I want you to cum in me..” she whispered hoarsely.

She rolled off of me, suddenly exposing my wet cock to the cool night air. She laid on her stomach and stuck her ass up. She pulled at my shirt, pulling me to her.

I rolled over on top of her.

She spread her legs, inviting me between them. I laid on top of her, my cock nestling between the firm globes of her ass. She reached between her thighs, guiding my cock. I felt a warm slickness, an opening, I pushed. I sank into her ass. An inch at first. I froze, not knowing if it was a mistake, if she would push me back. Her ass was a tight ring around my cock. She rocked her hips and pushed, sliding her ass over the hard shaft of my dick. I got the hint.

There was no problem with lubrication. My cock was slick with her juices, and her pussy had been so wet we were coated in slick liquid down to our thighs. So I pushed more, pumping in short slow thrusts, until I was pressed against her ass.

Her hand was between her legs, her fingers grazing against my balls. I started pushing in and out of her. Her fingers dropped, grazing her slick pussy, slipping inside. I could feel her fingers against my cock through the walls of her pussy. That was too much. I started pounding her.

That’s what she wanted. She bit her free hand, shoving her fist into her mouth to keep from screaming. I pushed hard and deep, long strokes in and out of her ass. The ring of her ass loosened, inviting me to push faster. I did. I was close to cumming. I was fucking this incredible girl in the ass on the rooftop of my favorite restaurant, under the stars, outside. The thought itself was enough to bring me to the edge.

My cock felt huge and hard in her ass. My balls tightened, my head exploded, I think I went blind for about five seconds a I unloaded jet after jet of cum in her ass. Kelly was writhing under me, bucking and biting her hand, her scream of pleasure barely contained.

I collapsed on her, breathing heavily. She turned her head and we kissed, hungry to touch and taste each other.

But my cock grew soft and soon slid out of her. I rolled over onto my back, staring up at the stars, trying to catch my breath.

We both laid silently for a while in the warm night. Kelly curled up on her side, facing me. She was barely visible in the darkness, her shape outlined by the glow of the street lamps far below. Her face was in the shadows.

“Should we head back?” I whispered.

“Not yet,” she answered quietly.

I waited a few moments, nervous. A question was forming in my head, tightening my gut. Finally, I asked.

“What happens next?” I asked hesitantly, “after tonight.”

Kelly took so long to answer I thought she might not have heard me. Or had fallen asleep. But finally, she spoke.

“I don’t know,” she answered, her voice barely above a breath.

“Are we…,” I stammered, “I mean, do you think we could continue..doing stuff. Together.”

“I would like that,” she replied, reaching out to me and laying her hand on my shoulder.

“Good.” I said, a wave of relief and hope washing over me.

“Maybe…maybe we could keep it a secret. Just between the two of us,” she whispered.

“Why?” I asked.

Kelly sat up. I could see her face and the swell of her breasts outlined against the darkness of the sky. She was beautiful.

She turned to me.

“Do you know a place where we can go dancing?” she asked.

“Sure. Not far at all. Is that what you want to do?” I replied.

She leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips.

“Yes. I want to dance, and have another drink!”

She stood up, her dress still pooled at her feet, and looked around at the Old Town spread around us.

“I wish I could stay naked,” she said, “the night feels wonderful.”

But she leaned down and pulled her dress over her head.

“Come on, let’s go dancing!”

… She began to tug and squeeze at the root of him, generating a rich foamy lather in the process. His phallus expanded, filling her hands quickly, reaching out and upwards to nearly three times its flaccid length in less than a minute. It was the change in girth that impressed her, however, more so than the length. She mused briefly what it would be like to be held down under such a man, with so much to work with.

The Clan, Part 3

The Examination

Nicholas and Sofie had just made plans for an afternoon hiatus to the Mennonite Market in St Jacobs when the phone rang. It was Zara advising she was enroute and close. She wanted Nicholas to pack a small bag. She was about to sweep him off to the harbourfront condo for a get to ‘know you’ early weekend.

“I have to work in the morning Zara,” Nick said trying carefully to extricate himself.

“Call your work and resign, consort, you’re a man of leisure now. Your job is to keep me pregnant and rub my feet. I’ll see you in half an hour. Bye!” with that she was gone.

“I could run away I guess,” he said putting the phone down, “but they would put a tracer on me instantly and you would be under immediate suspicion. Did you formally request to keep me on with you once you retire?”

“Yes. I discussed it with Mater and the Matriarch only last weekend when you were sailing on Lake Huron.” She said, “Mater was thrilled, Grandmater not so much. Apparently, there was a prior claim. I guess we know who, right?” she was clearly upset.

“Its okay my Love, we’ve got this. We’ll just have to step things up a little.” he said pulling her into his arms and embracing her gently.

“Yes.” She said then buried her face into his chest wiping away the tears that escaped her.

“We need to start moving our savings out of the clan banks. Can you make some subtle enquiries about how to do that Sofie?” he asked. “Maybe we should start withdrawing cash just below our daily limits right away. Stockpile a few grand for expenses.”

“Yes, that’s good Nick.” She said feeling a little more empowered.

He gave her his debit card. “Take nine hundred a day from checking. Maybe break it up into smaller amounts from different bank machines if that makes a difference. My PIN is the day and month of my birthday.”

“That’s a little obvious isn’t it?”

“Not exactly. The numbers are in reverse order. Remember that.”

“Got it.” she said, “Try not to enjoy yourself too much this weekend- you big slut!” she had regained her composure now that they were setting their escape plan in motion.

They both chuckled over that remark and set about packing some clothes to get him through to Saturday.

The ride into the city was quick. The limousine Zara arrived in was quite luxurious inside. She had the opaque driver’s barrier raised within a few minutes of there getting under way and then very coyly informed Nicholas, while opening a bottle of red wine, that she had conveniently left her panties at home.

They engaged in some light play on the ride into the city. Nicholas opened her pussy carefully with his oral skills and then Zara straddled him, skirt hiked above her waist, as he sat on the comfortable leather seat. By the time they had to stop and composed themselves for arrival, Zara had her first orgasm on Nicks cock.

Within ten minutes of their arrival at Zara’s harbourfront condominium he had met Dr. Camelia Aiyana who was introduced as the Juno family physician. Their discussion was very brief, after which he was directed to undress in a small change room adjacent to a large walk in open shower similar to what you’d find in a men’s locker room at a public gym. He was then instructed to shower under the close supervision of a very cheerful little blonde nurse named Amber, gowned in medical scrubs. He could feel her studying him carefully as he conducted his ablutions.

Amber was impressed with his physique. Like most men of the clan he was well endowed, tall, and well-muscled, but it was his demeanour- friendly, confidence meets accommodating and docile, that impressed her. She’d participated in many detailed physical examinations of men in the recent past as part of Dr. Camelia Aiyana’s genome survey of the clan. This one was of particular interest to the doctor and she could immediately see a lot of characteristics that would justify that.

“Shut of the water please Nicholas,” she said, “and come over here.”

Nicholas complied, standing patiently while Amber squeezed a generous amount of PhisoHex germicidal liquid soap into the palm of her latex gloved hand. “Just relax now. This will be over in a minute.” she announced, “Doctors orders- I just want to make sure that we are all clean down here.”

She began to tug and squeeze at the root of him, generating a rich foamy lather in the process. His phallus expanded, filling her hands quickly, reaching out and upwards to nearly three times its flaccid length in less than a minute. It was the change in girth that impressed halkalı escort bayan her, however, more so than the length. She mused briefly what it would be like to be held down under such a man, with so much to work with.

“Let me know if this is too much. Don’t cum before the doctor sees you Nicholas.” She said, shifting her attention from his penis to his scrotum which had neatly retracted, raising his testes closer to his body. She worked the back of his package, scratching him lightly with her long nails through the latex gloves. “Has it been a while since you had an orgasm?”

“Twice in the last twenty-four hours. Not for several days before that.” he replied.

“Okay let’s keep that our little secret. Lady Zara will not want to hear that. You’re to be her private stock from now on.” She cautioned him, “Best to lie and deny. No sex in the last week. Got it?”

“Yes, Nurse Amber.” he responded. Well that confirms Zara’s intent. He might be on a fast track to leaving the province and travelling to the zone of the interior. He had to get back to Sofie so they could begin their egress.

Folding back his foreskin, she held the base of his shaft, squeezing gently to engorge him further with one hand, and lightly pumped the shaft twisting slightly at the top with the other, cleaning his frenum and the reveal of his glans. Nick’s knees buckled a couple of times at the intensity of her stimulation as he became more sensitive her attention. She stopped suddenly and flicked the tip of his penis cruelly, shocking him out of his arousal.

“Holy fuck that’s a nice dick you have there Nicholas Connor. I would love to see that shooting spunk up close. Do me a favour during your exam will you? Tell Doctor Cam that you need some help giving the sample- she’ll get me to give you a hand job. Would you like that?” she asked. She could see his phallus again begin to swell. Apparently, he did. “I’m thinking that’s a yes.” she smirked.

“Okay, sexy man, turn around. Let’s get that butt. Did you douche inside your rectum as per Dr. Cam’s instructions? She asked.

“Yes, all good Nurse Amber.” He replied.

“Just Amber is good with me, Nick.” She felt bad about the way her penis strike caused him to flinch and wanted him to relax. A lot of men were touchy about their anus being poked. He needed to be calm for the procedure. Apparently not Nicholas. He leaned forward, placing both hands against the wall providing unfettered access.

Amber raised an eyebrow. That was a first. Clearly not his first time however. Within less than a minute she’d washed him thoroughly and completely, noting an absence of any hair. “Do you shave your anal beard Nicholas?” she asked.

“Matron Severina prefers that it be clean for prostate milking.” He answered.

“Oh my, so your familiar with the procedure then. Great. That will make it a lot easier and probably quicker too. You should consider having it lasered. Best to keep a sharp blade away from there. Very delicate skin and easily nicked. Go ahead and rinse off. I’ll get you a towel.” She said with a friendly slap on his backside.

Disappearing, she soon returned with a large towel sealed inside a plastic bag. She opened it and handed it to him once he’d rinsed off. “Do you want a gown Nick?” she asked.

He thought about it briefly and then answered, “In the position I’ll be in, it probably won’t help.” He answered.

“I can give you two. You can put the second one on backwards. At least your buns will be covered, as you walk into the exam room.” She coyly replied.

“I’m good Amber thanks anyway.” He said putting on the paper slippers she’d brought.

A moment later they were walking into Dr. Camelia’s examination room. She doctor studied him briefly noting that his member was quite obviously semi erect. Amber was being too playful with him, she thought. Minx. She looked Nicholas up and down once again before asking, “Did you not offer Nicholas a gown Amber?” she asked, taking in his striking physique and his unabashed nakedness. She had secretly wondered for a very long time what this man looked like naked.

“Yes of course Doctor, but he declined.” She replied

“Okay, go ahead and have the lab prep twenty O-two-five cryo-straws. Then come back here with a large diameter sample cup with heparin.”

“Did you say ‘twenty’ Doctor?” asked Amber, taken aback. The usual number was three for quality testing. What would the other seventeen be for, she wondered? To fill twenty straws, Nick would need to ejaculate more than five millilitres of semen- close to twice what most men were capable of. This should be interesting

“Yes, have the lab tech prep the freezer for a slow program and use a glycerol cryoprotectant.” She replied. Camelia had read his chart in detail in preparation for the examination and decided that she would collect and store as much of his semen as possible over the next couple of days. There was a bahçeşehir escort bayan significant fortune to be made using his semen in her own fertility practice, impregnating discriminating, and wealthy patients. No one need ever know…

“Nick, please have a seat on the table if you would.” she said directing him to the padded examination table in the centre of the room.

He sat down as the two began making small talk. Placing a blood pressure cuff on his arm she let him know that they had met before as children and that she remembered him. “My big sister had a huge crush on you in middle school Nicholas Connor. Do you remember her? Andrea Aiyana?” she asked.

“Yes, I do! Andy is your sister? Oh my god- amazing!” Nick was blown away. He studied her for a moment before making the connection, “I remember you now. We caught you spying on us when we were in the basement of your parent’s house. I was trying to steal a kiss.” He remembered smiling, “Where is she now?” Nick asked, remembering his first crush in a wave of sentimental fondness.”

“She works in a family business, PharmaChem. Vice president of marketing. Living the dream. Two daughters and a little boy.” came the reply.

“And a partner?” asked Nicholas,” Was she finally able to find a man who could measure up to your mater’s expectations?”

Camelia laughed out loud, “No. Mater has impossible standards.’ She paused, listening to his heart and lungs through his back before continuing, “Andrea has affairs now and then, but her children don’t have any permanent male influence in their lives I’m afraid, except for pater of course. They were all conceived using men like you as donors.”

“Of course.” How sad thought Nick. “I always enjoyed spending time around your pater. How is he?”

“He’s absolutely fine. Hasn’t worked in almost a decade. He just spends time in the garden and with his grandchildren. Its certainly a man’s world!” she mused.

As Camelia finished her physical exam in idle chat with him, it occurred to her that Andrea and he would most probably have been a good match. He was definitely of a type she favoured. He was both a physical archetype and seemed very Zen. Ideal for Andy who was very strong willed and all about appearance. Sad that mater was so intent on allowing only a patrician consort for her daughters.

Amber had returned to the examination room with a tray of instruments and the sampling cup as requested. She had diverted briefly to the change room and placed a handwritten note in his pants front pocket before returning to the examination room.

Nicholas had been moved up on to the table now on all fours. She was greeted with a thrilling view of his toned buttocks and his lengthy phallus hanging generously below. His scrotum was fully retracted, his testes neatly perched on either side of his thick shaft. In this position his perineum was fully on display, revealing the muscular base that anchored his cock firmly at the bottom of his muscular torso.

Camila, now gloved, examined his genitals for any physiological anomalies. The only anomaly she thought, was that he was damn near perfect.

“All right Nick, there are a few things we need to do. First, I need to observe how your penis behaves during orgasm. I’m looking for the strength of your orgasm, number of spurts, total volume, etc. Then I want to measure how much residual seminal fluid your prostate retains post orgasm. Finally, I want to try and measure the amount of time your penis relaxes before you can experience tumescence again- your refractory period. Or in other words I want to see how long after you have an orgasm, must you wait before achieving an erection again.

“Do you have any questions before we begin?” she asked.

“No Doctor, I’m good.” was the reply.

“All right let’s begin. Amber can you please tare the scale for the container and then break the seal. Then just place the cup directly below his penis.” said Camila.

Amber did as asked keeping an interested eye on the doctor as she lubricated her glove slightly with glycerol, then began stroking Nick’s cock in a gentle pulling and squeezing motion, similar to how one milked a cow. He responded immediately, lowering his head and shoulders to the examination table and began to relax in what was a variation of a ‘downward dog’ pose.

He’d done this many times in Sofie’s exam room and was comfortable with the process. Camilla’s technique was different but no less pleasant. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to enter the world of a favourite fantasy where he was pleasuring a woman orally while another played with his penis and prostate at the same time.

Within a couple of minutes, he was visibly hard, and his engorged glans was showing a dark purplish red. Amber had located the cup on the table beneath the tip of his penis that seemed now only inches above it.

“Are you enjoying this Nicholas?” asked Camila rhetorically.

“Yes başakşehir escort bayan Doctor.”

“Is there something I can do to make you have an orgasm more quickly?” She asked.

Nicks eyes were closed, “Matron does a prostate massage that feels so good” he volunteered.

“Oh really? I was going to come to that but wanted to do it separately. I suppose it doesn’t matter. Amber can you take over for me please.”

‘Thank God yes!’ immediately went through her mind. She was there in a shot pulling and squeezing, twisting, and tugging his length with a much more exciting approach. The strength of Nick’s erection could now be measured on the Brinell hardness scale.

Camila separating his cheeks slightly, applied some warmed lube on her index and middle finger before sliding them into his anus in search of his prostate. He offered no resistance, instead arching his back guiding her closer to what she was looking for. She began rubbing both sides of his walnut sized prostate gently, in a ‘come hither’ motion. It was not long before Nicholas was lost in the build-up to a huge orgasm.

“Oh yesss Dr. Camelia, that feels sooo good…” Nick was drifting into ecstasy as the two skilled women continued to stimulate him relentlessly.

Zara, who had been watching the entire exam from a hidden camera that offered an oblique view from above, on her laptop while sipping wine in the living room, was flushed with excitement in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Amber, sensing a build-up of sexual pressure tightened her grip slightly on the base of his penis, holding back the flood, building the pressure and energy of his release. At the same time, she both shortened her stroke and increased the frequency, adding a slight twist, focusing on where his glans joined the girth of his phallus.

Nicholas tried to hold back, making the moment last, for as long as he could but between the prostate massage and the incredible hand work by Amber, he simply lost it. “Ohhhh mmm yesss. AHHHH!” he moaned, his voice rising.

Amber, eyes intent on his now twitching phallus as it tried to come up for air, released her grip on the base and slowed down her stroke rate by half, having seen the tell-tale signs of a thick precum begin to show. She switched again to stroking the entire length of his shaft as Nick erupted into orgasm with five discreet spurts of ejaculate perfectly into the cup. Camelia had withdrawn temporarily as Amber milked the last few drops from his now softening shaft.

“You have quite a talent for this work Amber.” said Camila with a smile. “Record the sample weight and then replace the cup while I start milking his prostate.”

Amber obliged and stood back leaning on the bench watching as Doctor Aiyana milked his prostate. His penis never quite reached what would properly be judged as flaccid during the procedure. Cam skilfully stroked and pressed another couple of millilitres of seminal fluid out of his prostate. It appeared milky white, dribbling out the end of his penis, adding to the semen that was already collected. The whole process took less than ten minutes to complete.

Truth be told, she wasn’t particularly interested in how much additional fluid he had after ejaculating as she was in getting the maximum amount of nutrient rich diluent for his sperm. He had been measured consistently producing an impressive eighty million sperm per millilitre of ejaculate. Far above the average for a healthy male. The procedure had extracted nearly seven millilitres of semen from Nicholas. Cam did the arithmetic- that’s more than 35 artificial insemination doses, once the cryoprotectant was blended in.

She decided to give him twenty-four hours to recover before any follow up sampling. She also needed to make sure the lab technician could properly process that many samples and safely cool them down for storage at the desired temperature of -196 degrees Celsius.

Camelia placed the screw cap on the cup handing it to Amber. “To the lab please. And help the technician prep an additional twenty straws.”

It looked from Amber’s perspective that Dr. Camelia was planning on keeping his sperm. Just exactly why, she hadn’t quite figured out yet.

When she returned from the errand to the lab, Cam was cleaning up a few things. She looked around wondering what had happened to Nicholas. “Where’s Nick?” she asked.

“Having a shower and getting ready for dinner with Lady Zara I would expect. “Nice work teasing the semen out of him today Amber. We’ll try to get some more tomorrow. See you at two o’clock. You can come in early and prep the lab if you want.” she offered, then, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She left, heading for the lab to supervise the freezing of Nick’s sperm, no doubt.

On the hour-long drive home, she mused about Nicholas and what it would be like to introduce him to her friends, Danny and Kendra Craig. No doubt the tall domineering south Asian beauty would love to get her hooks into Nick. Oh my, she thought, what a contest that would be!

As Nicholas showered, he also wondered what the true purpose behind the exam was. It was nothing that he hadn’t been through several times in the past with different doctors. There must be a considerable file on him by now that all the doctors doubtless had access to. Perhaps Zara just wanted her family doctor’s opinion.

ROOM LOG [July 2, 2000]

OnlineHost: *** You are in “hopeless romantic hut”. ***

FXYLDDY 69: hi

AUSLANDUR: hello

FXYLDDY 69: So are you still headed down to lake?

AUSLANDUR: yes

FXYLDDY 69: And are you still thinking about buying the cabin?

AUSLANDUR: lol

FXYLDDY 69: I’ve always said you Cancer-types can be like kids in a candy shop. . .

AUSLANDUR: Hey you started this. . .

FXYLDDY 69: tee hee

AUSLANDUR: does that mean you will meet me for lunch, while I am in your neck of the woods?

FXYLDDY 69: Rough River Dam is not exactly my neck of the woods.

AUSLANDUR:Kentuc ky State Parks: Rough River Dam State Resort Park

FXYLDDY 69: You think every thing is as easy as sending a link don’t you? What am I supposed to do with my son and my three dogs and my two birds and my job and my. . .

AUSLANDUR: I thought Jr. was home from U.D. You said he had really matured and seemed to be even more responsible. You said you were ready to meet in person. Are you having second thoughts.

FXYLDDY 69: Yes. You are still married.

AUSLANDUR: Separated

FXYLDDY 69: Same thing. And you spelled it wrong-some English teacher.

AUSLANDUR: lol

FXYLDDY 69: Look, I have said from the beginning, I am looking for fun. The last thing I need in my life is stress. I don’t want to be “the other woman.” I don’t want to be in another messy relationship.

AUSLANDUR: lunch-remember. All I offered was lunch.

FXYLDDY 69: yeah right, Mr. Intensity. You are probably already dreaming up a plan to seduce me.

AUSLANDUR: well. . .

FXYLDDY 69: see

AUSLANDUR: You did say you wanted to have fun. . . the lake is beautiful. Besides, I need adult supervision-otherwise I am bound to do something compulsive like by the cabin without even touring it.

FXYLDDY 69: You are looking for adult something all right, but it darn sure isn’t supervision. I know you just can’t wait to get me down there and in the water.

AUSLANDUR: I do some of my best work wen wet. . .

FXYLDDY 69: See, I knew you had ulterior motives. I warned you that I had this effect on men.

AUSLANDUR: Yes I do and yes you did, but it is a bit too late for that. Look, I promise to be a gentleman, and keep the flirting to a slight trickle. Deal?

FXYLDDY 69: Lunch? Just lunch?

AUSLANDUR: Scout’s honor. . .

The drive down from Ohio had been tiring. There seemed to be more than the usual number of idiots on the road today. Perhaps they, like us, were just hoping to take advantage of the long weekend. I had called you on the phone and the more we talked the more we realized we both wanted more than lunch. We made two sets of plans. One for romance, one for friends. When I arrived in Louisville we had a wonderful lunch. I am not sure what was more hungry, our mouth or our eyes. The entire time we ate, we seemed to savor each glance and slight touch. The prelude was incredible. Perhaps the build-up of months of AOL chatting and flirting was the ultimate form of mental foreplay. The atmosphere over the table had been electric.

A slight damper was put on the mood as we headed out of the Louisville area for the lake region. The highways were even more crowded. At least they were not coming to “our” woods. We had found the cabin listed online. It was the last private area of the new resort development going on in the western lake region. At first you had joked that if we ever had done more than flirt online, it would be the perfect place to “kick” the cyber habit.

We had always talked about how we would meet. Over various chats and phone conversations. It became very obvious that we were kindred spirits. We just weren’t sure if it was to be romantic, or platonic. The best part was that we had become close friends. The only frustration was the perplexing question of the nature of the next level of our friendship. We had decided that we needed a place to just get away and be alone, together.

We talked the entire time on the way south. The rolling hills seemed to push all of the anxious stress out of our minds. I am not sure at what point we had started holding hands, or who had reached for whose hand first-I just liked the way that it felt to touch you.

Turning off the main road, etiler escort bayan we drive the mile and a half through the woods, on the stone lane, to the cabin. Nestled in the woods, the cabin is somewhat isolated. The nearest “neighbor” is about a quarter-mile hike through the trees. We don’t know if anyone is there for the weekend, nor do we really care. We unpack the car and quickly store our supplies and belongings. We agree it had been our good fortune to acquire the cabin. After taking a few minutes to look around, we talk of vague plans for our time here. Little do we know what the weekend holds in store for us. It is to be a weekend we will not soon forget.

Although tired from the trip, we are excited at being here. Deciding to sit on the porch for a while, we take the folding chairs outside, placing them side by side on the porch. We snuggle there on the porch, your head on my shoulder, as close together as we can get in our chairs. The night air creeps through the trees and softly brushes over the front of the cabin, lifting the scent of your perfume and tickling our minds with the smell of honeysuckle, pine, and spruce. Here and there are the sounds of evening: the rhythmic chirping of crickets, a fluttering of wings as birds settle into their nests, and the quiet creaking of tree limbs. The world around us is preparing to bed down for the night and our thoughts are toward that end as well.

“Let’s go for a walk” you suggest.

“Where would you like to go?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t we go down by the lake?”

“Sure, why not.”

I take your hand and we leave the cabin porch. The lake is but a short walk through the woods. We step into the clearing in front of the water. There, stretching out before us, lies the peaceful solitude of lake formed by the Rough River Dam.

The lake seems like a huge black mirror in the moonlight. Its quiet beauty is a reflection of times gone by and a tribute to those who would maintain the pristine quality of life around it. The sky has a few clouds drifting through it tonight and the moon is three quarters full. I hold you close as we gaze out over the still water. The moonlight dances across the lake and gently caresses the darkness. Looking into your eyes, I can see the outline of the trees surrounding the lake. I hold you even closer and lower my lips to yours. Our lips meet in a soft kiss. The smell of your perfume and the tenderness of your lips stirs me. As we press ourselves together, I feel the warmth of your body and the imprint of your breasts on my chest. The soft kiss becomes one of rising passion, matched by my rising erection. At first I am concerned that you will think I am moving to fast, but I feel your murmur and slight moan as your soft body presses around the stiffness. My hands begin roaming your body, tracing the outline through your clothes. I study your body as a blind man would – in Braille – feeling each contour as I explore.

The sight and the feel of your body brings joy to my heart and hardness to my loins. I push my thigh against you. You respond by spreading your legs slightly, allowing me to press into their junction. As your legs open, so do your lips and your tongue leaps into my mouth. It is a welcome intruder and our tongues meet in a wet greeting. Our intertwined legs begin to dance a sexual dance, rolling and rubbing against each others loins. As I press deeper into your valley, you reply by squeezing my thigh with your legs, searching for my prick. Feeling the warmth of your thighs against my rising prick increases the passion of our kiss and our tongues begin to do battle.

Lowering my hands to your buttocks, I pull you tightly against me. Suddenly, you break away from my lips and body. “Let’s go for a swim.” Your eyes reflect a mischievous sparkle from within.

“But our bathing suits are back at the cabin”

The sparkle in your eyes becomes a glow. “Who needs a suit?”, you ask, and begin to strip off your clothes. You divests yourself of all your earthly belongings and stand there in the nude. Your breasts push firmly into the night air, and your body glows in the light reflecting from the lake. Even the shadow you cast in the moonlight is exciting. “What’s the matter?” you ask, “Are beyoglu escort bayan you chicken? Embarrassed? Come on!”

As you head toward the water, I realize that you are serious and hurriedly attempt to catch up to you. I strip away all that I possess (at the moment) and head for the shoreline. My prick slaps against my legs as I run. You are already in the water, playfully splashing and waving for me to come in. “I must be crazy,” I think, and wade into the lake. The water is warmer than I had imagined and I am thankful for small favors. You are staring at my loins, obviously checking my hard-on, as I approach. The look in your eyes makes my cock twitch under the water.

You lie back in the water, allowing your body to float. Your breasts protrude above the water like a pair of beautiful islands in the moonlit lake. Your legs are open and inviting and I long to float into the paradise your offer. Reaching out in the moonlight I lightly touch your breasts, causing the nipples to become erect. I trace the water line around each breast and kiss each exposed island peak. My hands remain in constant contact with you as I move down your body and between your legs. Once there, I submerge my body until my face is at the level of the lake surface and move toward the harbor formed by your thighs. With the first kiss on your shores, your eyes close and a smile comes to your lips. I savor this first taste of you and my tongue flicks in the tartness of your excitement. I am intoxicated by the sweet, musky, taste and aroma of your pink fold.

Placing my hands under your buttocks, I lift you slightly to gain better access to your cove. I begin gently lapping at the shoreline, lightly splashing water as I tongue your slit. You are very wet from the lake and your own natural juices, and as I continue licking, you become even wetter. Teasingly, I circle your opening, occasionally dipping my tongue into you to pull out more of your juice. You begin to respond to my actions with slight pushes of your hips, encouraging me to find your sensitive areas, and I knead your buttocks in my hands. I search along the folds and find your love button. My tongue rakes back and forth across the hood of your clit and your excitement builds. I love the taste of your body and could eat your all evening. I decide to try to look for your G-spot while I tease you clit in my rolling lips. I slide one hand from underneath you and insert my finger deep inside. You moan and your shuddering body makes small ripples in the water.

My probing finger waggles along the smooth silky folds of your deepest reaches until at last I find the smoothed area behind the enlarging hood of your vulva. I watch your eyes grow wide and I wonder if any of your previous lovers have done this for you. I continue my actions on your body, alternating deep thrusts of my finger hooking along your G-spot deep in your folds with attacks of my swirling tongue on your clit. Pulling your loins against my face, I extend my tongue as far into you as I can, wiggling it in the space under my working finger to lick the honey from the walls of your pot. Your sweetness melts in my mouth. I turn my attention to your clit and you reply by pressing up and onto my probing finger and tongue. Using rapid strokes, I toss your clit from side-to-side with my tongue. Back and forth, then up and down, and finally in circles, I leave no direction untried as I push you toward orgasm. The response of your body to my actions only serves to encourage me and I pleasure your body with a vengeance.

I have but one goal in mind now – I want to make you cum. It is difficult for me to control your movements and I know you must be close to a climax. Again and again I lap at your clit, bringing you ever onward, until you cannot stand it any longer. Your body begins to shudder as your orgasm hits. I slowly remove my finger, but never leave your clit, clamping down gently with my experienced lips. Pulling your loins tight against my face, I dip into your slit to feel the contractions with my tongue. I want to taste your cum. I lick and suck at you, capturing the juices as they flow from within.

You begin to relax, but I continue licking and sucking. Finally satisfied that I have drained sarıyer escort bayan you completely, I pull you into a standing position. My prick, now a raging hard-on, stands away from my body. You slide along my torso, your thighs close around my rudder. The moonlight shimmers on the water and lights your face. Brushing back the hair from your eyes, I stare into their warmth. We both smile in satisfaction and kiss passionately. Your thighs are warm and I cannot resist the urge to thrust my prick back and forth between them. You reach down between our bodies, grip my shaft, and begin stroking. Your hand slides along the length of my cock, testing my hardness. “I want you,” you say, “I want to feel you in me.” To punctuate your statement you raise your hips, open your legs, and wrap them around my waist.

Holding my prick, you press forward and onto my cock. The combination of your slippery sleeve, and your exceptional aim, results in a direct hit. I sink deep into your sheath.

We moan in unison as the mating is completed and press our bodies tightly together. We pause to allow the sparks of this, our first penetration, to escape then begin the rhythm of sex. Our bodies work together. I slide my rigid pole in and out of the confines of your channel. Our eyes lock together and we savor the moment that we both had dreamed of for months. I whisper your name over and over again.

I begin to get used to your body. I move methodically by inserting. . .deeply, then withdrawing. . .slowly, leaving only enough of my cock inside of you to maintain the union. Gripping your buttocks I squeeze you further onto my erection and you allow your legs to float upward in the water, providing me free access to your body. The lake begins to churn in response to our lovemaking. The once quiet waters ripple from one end of the lake to the other and back again. Like fish spawning we continue our actions.

Pushing….pulling….pushing again. Inserting….withdrawing….inserting….withdrawing….inserting. Just as a needle on a record gets stuck in a well-used groove, I, too, am stuck – in your groove! Holding your flexing ass in my hands, I tilt your hips and pull my cock out, until just the head is tucked in your folds. Driving fully into you I push the full length of my cock into you, hitting the back wall of your vagina. The contact causes us to moan. I withdraw my rod and attack you again. The feeling is intense – for both of us. Time and time again I plunge deep within you. The water cushions my actions and washes around our bodies in a maelstrom. You lower your legs, to increase the pressure on my cock, and wrap them around my waist again. You roll your hips in response to the piston in your chamber and push your clit onto the top of my prick. We try to increase the speed of our motions, but the water prevents us from moving any faster.

The slower pace does have its advantages, however. I have the time to feel your inner walls gripping my shaft as I penetrate your sheath, and you have the pleasure of feeling the full length hardness of my cock rubbing against your clit. We continue to fuck in the water, my cock sliding in…out…in…out…in; deep….shallow….deep….shallow….deep; filling your sleeve with my prick, pressing my cock into you and causing our pleasure to mount. I can feel the build-up of pressure in my balls and I want to squirt my cum in you — I want you to cum again and again — I want to feel our cum mix together around my prick.

You begin pressing your clit even harder on my cock and I know you are ready to cum. Your body twitches and jerks as your climax hits. Your orgasm is almost violent and I can feel your vaginal walls close in around my prick, squeezing my shaft as you cum. A few more thrusts into you and my eruption begins. I grab your ass and pull you as far onto my cock as I can to plant the first spurt as deeply inside you as possible.

Pressing into you for the second spurt, I try to place it next to the first; firing my weapon at the target again and again, until my ammunition is spent. As our orgasms retreat, our tongues extend to meet again in passion. We are probably not the first to have made love in these waters, and we will certainly not be the last. But, for the time being, we have been the best. And as stillness slowly returns to the lake, we can hear the waves we have created quietly applauding on the shore.

We reluctantly wade to the shore and retrieve our clothes, but we do not put them on. We walk hand in hand, nude, through the trees and back to the cabin. Our bodies still tingle from a combination of the act of love just completed and the cool night air.

You’ll remember how I told you about the time I took the Countess for a ride in the country, and how that ended up. At any rate, I’d’ve sure found it hard to forget – other than pinching myself and wondering if it really happened, after all – and I guess any other guy would too. ‘Course, I’d always figured that this was a lady who had to be about the best lay in all the world. She’s not just a looker, but she kinda oozes sex and sensuality when you look at her, the way a leopard oozes grace and power and general bad-assedness. Granted, it’d take a man with bigger stones than me to stare at the Countess, still less undress her with your eyes, however much you might want to. I figure if she wanted to break a man, she could do it with no more fuss and bother than that same leopard might pull down a pronghorn.

But you don’t need to stare at the Countess. It doesn’t take a lot more than a glance for you to tell that this is about the most beautiful, sexiest and smartest woman you’re ever going to meet in the flesh, and the only hard part is where you have to admit you’ve got about a snowball’s chance on a hot stove of ever getting within arm’s reach. And that was what left me pinching myself. I’ll own up to the whack-off fantasising – I’d’ve had to be queer not to – but it was so unbelievable that anything would ever have come of it, even if I’d been shown a video of the two of us in that hayfield, I’d’ve sworn it was a forgery.

Well, there was no sense in following the Countess around like a dog with blue balls. I had the memories, when I could convince myself they were real, and they were some way-out memories at that. I mean, the Countess, who’s the kind of woman the Queen of England would say “Madame” to, going down on me, and swallowing, too? Hoo, boy. No, I just had to say to myself, “Jake, my man, just be glad you’re in a nice well-paid job with all found, you scrub up not bad-looking, you’ve got some good manners on you, and take it one way and another, you can generally find some pussy if you want it badly enough.” And I won’t say I didn’t knock one out to the thought of the Countess now and then, or pretend it was her I was balling instead of whoever it really was, but on the whole, I just got on with things and didn’t fret none, and when I saw her turning on those wiles on some businessman who was going to help make her even richer, I’d smile inside, ‘cos I’d been there, and I was ready to bet the house he wasn’t going to.

But one day I’m on my way down to the gym to spend an hour or so staying in shape, and as I’m going in, the Countess is just coming out. She’s in fencing gear and toting a sword of some kind – an epee if I’m not mistaken – and this guy who teaches her is a couple of paces behind her, looking red-faced and out of breath and generally giving all kinds of clues as to who it is who’s just really been taught a lesson. She sees me and stops, and says, “Jake. Just the man I wanted to see.”

So I stop and draw myself up a little straighter, try not to stammer, and say “Madame. What can I do for you?”

“I have a function to go to ce soir, and my escort has let me down,” she says, and I figure I’d sooner have been the guy at the record company who told the Beatles that guitar bands were on their way out. “If you’re not otherwise engaged…?”

Yeah, like I’m going to blow the Countess out by telling her I’ve already got a better offer. I pretend to think for a moment, while the Countess pretends not to know I’m pretending, and then I say, “Sure, I’d be delighted, madame.” And that’s the pure truth, too.

She hands me a business card and says “Then take the afternoon off and go and get yourself outfitted, Jake. I have an account.”

I just bet she does. Matter of fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t have the folks there eating out of her hand for fear she bought them out and slung them onto the street.

So I scrub round the gym session and go get a cab and pretty soon I pitch up at the kind of gentleman’s outfitters where they don’t let you through the door unless all four of your great-granddaddies were the right sort, or else you’ve got a pass from the Countess. Inside it’s all walnut with a shine an inch deep, discreet murmurs and assistants who take a second longer than you’re really comfortable with when it comes to measuring your inside leg, but I gotta say they know their stuff. I’m none too easy to fit off the peg, but in less time than it would’ve taken me to buy a pair of pants, I’m decked out top to toe in the kind of duds you’d wear to the opening of Parliament or an audience with royalty. The weirdest thing is, I actually feel comfortable in it, though normally I’d sooner be skinned alive than put on a tux.

They pack it all up for me and tell off some guy to bring it round to the Hotel, and so we fast-forward to when the Countess and I are turning up at this “function” of hers in a limo that’s slightly shorter than a Greyhound bus. She’s been chatting politely to me all the way there, and although we ain’t been talking about, say, Harleys and hayfields, it’s not been all stilted esenyurt escort bayan and make-believe-polite, and I’m already thinking that, even if the Countess wasn’t drop-dead-and-call-the-undertaker gorgeous and loaded to boot, she would make about as good a date as a flesh and blood man had the right to hope for.

We get out of the car and the Countess is surrounded by photographers faster than you can snap a shutter, but she holds up a dainty hand that asks ’em to all mind their own business and I’ll be dipped if they don’t back off, which I never heard the like of.

Being the Countess’s arm candy for the next few hours isn’t what you’d call hard work. A lot of the conversation goes right over my head, but then wherever the two of us go it ain’t me that they’re interested in talking to. I figure that this might be hard for a lot of men to take, and I get a sort of idea as to why the Countess never has a man permanently in tow, but as for me, I’m cool with it, and I just enjoy myself drinking in the billion-dollar atmosphere, not to mention the thousand-pound champagne, and the time goes by quicker than I’d’ve guessed.

We quit the party at about two in the morning and it turns out we’ve got a suite booked on the top floor, and I’m a couple of doors down from the Countess. She smiles at me as we go up in the lift, and she says, “You do fill out a suit very well, Jake.”

“Thanks,” I say, and maybe I’ve taken just enough of the free drinks to add, “but I’m hardly a beginner next to you, Madame.” It’s no more than the truth, if it comes to that, and it has to be something she knows very well and has heard before.

She smiles, accepting the compliment, and says, “And you’ve been the perfect escort, and I hope you have enjoyed yourself.”

I laugh. “It’s the high life, all right, and not for me every day of the week, but it’s been something to see how the other half live, or maybe the other point oh oh one percent. Seriously though, who’d pass up a chance like this? I’ve had a gourmet dinner, rubbed shoulders with half the A-list and got to strut my stuff in the classiest surroundings I’ll ever set foot in.” Then the champagne gives my tongue another kick and I say, “But I’ll tell you one, thing, madame. There were maybe twenty of the best lookers in the world there tonight, and not one of them fit to hold a candle to you.”

Another smile, and not even a hint to me to stop my blethering; and she says, “Well, as you have seen me to my room, Jake, perhaps you would care for a nightcap?”

“Sure,” I say, trying not to make it sound like “pretty please with a cherry on top”, and also trying not to fantasise about getting the Countess out of those designer originals of hers, ‘cos I’m ready to bet she can read my mind. So we go into her room, which is about the size of the ground floor of your average country house and has a huge picture window looking out over the lights of London. There’s a crystal decanter on the sideboard, and she takes a couple of brandy snifters and sloshes a generous slug of I don’t dare guess how old Cognac into each of them, and hands one to me.

“A votre sante,” she says, to which I say “Prost,” and we both take a sip. The rot-gut I usually drink stomps over your tongue in hobnailed boots and you mostly feel relief once it’s gone down, where as this just sashays on down like a harem dancer in silk slippers, honey-smooth and fragrant; but I can feel it’s got a wallop on it, and besides, you don’t guzzle antique brandy, still less in front of the Countess.

While I’m admiring the brandy and the view both, the Countess turns on some music, and she faces me and says, “We were too busy to dance earlier, Jake. Care to make up for it?”

She’s got one hand out, which I take, and I say “Glad to, but I’m not much of a ballroom dancer.”

“Ca ne fait rien. Neither am I,” says the Countess, though I’m ready to bet that’s a lie; and a moment later she’s cheek to shoulder with me, all soft silk and firm, smooth curves and frighteningly expensive scent that pushes some button deep inside my brain. I’ve got an arm around her, but I can feel a swelling down below that I figure it’d be rude to push up against the Countess, so I try not to get in too close. She tuts and snuggles up closer.

“I know,” she murmurs. “It’s all right, Jake. It’s all right.”

What between the brandy and champagne, the music, and the sight and feel and smell of the Countess in that silk dress, it doesn’t take more than that “it’s all right” for me to hold her good and tight; and she sighs and says, “When a lady has had a pleasant evening, it is only polite for her to give her gentleman friend a kiss.”

“So I’m a gentleman now?” I say, kinda lightly, as though I didn’t want to pick up that lead and kiss her face off. She smiles again.

“You are, Jake. Where it counts, you are,” she says; and her mouth meets mine, softly, sweetly, gently, and maybe a little hungrily. She’s close as close can be to me and my hard-on is getting harder and pressing beylikdüzü escort bayan right into her flat belly. Being the Countess, she grinds against it and purrs, and I guess I didn’t ought to be surprised.

I guess there’s no hurry, and I let my fingers run down the side of her neck instead of being in a rush to get anywhere else. She groans a little, deep in her throat, rubbing herself up against me, and starts to help me off with my jacket and vest.

“Ohh, Jake,” she says, leading me over to a chair that looks like it costs a year’s salary. She gets me to sit in it, and favours me with a very direct stare. Kneeling, she smiles again and says “I wonder how many men here tonight like to imagine having me right here?”

“All but the faggots, I’m guessing,” I say. She unbuttons my flies and wriggles my trousers down around my knees. My JT’s making a tent out of my boxer shorts, and she reaches in with a cool hand and takes hold.

“Mmm,” she says, her voice dropping half an octave, and she starts to stroke me up and down, real slow. I’ve got the biggest boner I’ve had since – well, it must be the last time I told you about – which she’s going to work on slowly, patiently and mercilessly.

She takes hold of me near the root with her left hand, and her right wraps all around my head, which is swollen up real big and purple, and she slides the skin back and forth slowly. (Yeah, I’m uncut.) I have to bite my lip. She’s hardly touched me and already I’m nearly out of my mind with pleasure. Looking me right in the eye, she bends her head forward and I tense up a little. I already know she gives the most fantastic blow-job I ever imagined and I can almost feel it already.

But instead of taking me right in her mouth, she just looks at me again and holds my gaze with her own while she pokes out her tongue and licks away the one little drop of pre-come that’s beading up there. Straight away another one pops up to take its place, but the Countess winks and says “Maybe later, Jake. Sit there a moment and don’t move.”

There’s a rustle of expensive silk as she slides out of that dress. Underneath it she’s wearing a little silk bra that looks real soft and can’t be giving her a lot of support; I guess her tits stay up okay all by themselves. She’s got a tiny pair of panties on, and lace-topped stockings and a garter-belt. It’s all in black, and the sight of that against the white of her skin makes me just a little harder, which I’d have said couldn’t possibly happen.

The bra’s a front-loader, and she undoes it in front of me. Her breasts hardly sag at all as she lets it drop. Then she takes a jar of something off the dressing-table and unscrews the lid, and rubs some of the cream that’s inside it up and down her cleavage before she settles back on her knees at my feet.

“You’d love to give me a pearl necklace, am I right?” she murmurs, starting to rub my erection up and down that scented valley. ‘Course, I know what one of them is, and it’s nothing to do with oysters. It’s where she brings you off between her breasts so you come all over her throat and under her chin. As she pushes ’em together, wrapping them tight around me, she groans. “Oh, c’est merveilleux!”

Elle a raison, I think. I don’t know what a hot, thick rod between her breasts feels like to her, but I already know they’re sensitive; and as for me, I can feel myself starting to get close to the edge already. She wiggles a bit from side to side, and as I pop out of the top of the valley, she bends her head forward and her tongue flickers from side to side, as fast as a bee’s wing, right over the little hole at the end of me.

Pretty soon I clench my fists and grind my teeth together, ‘cos I can tell I’m about to deliver one pearl necklace as per the plan, but then when I’m about a half-second from No Returnsville, Iowa, she slips me out from between her breasts and clamps both hands down on me, hard. Now she takes me in her mouth and sucks on me, but that grip on me won’t let me come and I feel myself stepping back from the edge in spite of what her mouth’s doing.

“Oh, that’s torture!” I groan, and she takes her mouth away and gives me the evillest grin that flesh and blood ever wore. She slackens off with her hands, once she can tell she’s shoved that bolt well and truly back in the breech and I’m not going to shoot it after all.

“Never mind, Jake,” she says. “I’m just too greedy to want to waste it all at once.” She stands up and brings her crotch up to my face. “Can you smell how much I want you?”

I sure can. Being the Countess, it’s all clean and fresh and sweet, but it’s woman-lust pure and simple and I can see that those panties of hers are soaked right through. I bring my hands up to her hips and yank the little black things off, and she laughs, and as she climbs astride she bites down on one end of them and holds the other up to my mouth.

“Mind you don’t let go,” she says. She impales herself on my horn and lets out a thoroughly aristocratic whine around the mouthful avcılar escort bayan of black silk and lace, and drives down hard on me, taking me deep inside. I only hope the chair’s built for two. ‘Course the Countess could pay for a whole dining-room suite of this stuff and never miss it, but I guess it must be three hundred years old if it’s a day and it’s sure be a pity to trash it.

Well, it takes the strain okay. Meanwhile the Countess is bouncing up and down on me, with her wet cunt slurping away as I slide deep inside her and then out again. She leans back, trusting her weight to the strength of my teeth and neck, not to mention the breaking strain of a pair of expensive panties, and thrusts down at me; she leans forward, shoving my face in between her tits, and I growl and grab hold of them, knowing that when she gets worked up she likes ’em mauled quite rough, and I drink in the scent of that cream she smeared over them.

Suddenly she lets out a kind of animal yell half-smothered by the mouthful of panties and grinds down on me harder still, and I feel her cunt go into spasm. Her long nails rake over my back and I’m willing to bet she’s drawing blood, but I don’t mind. I’m not quite ready to join her, is the only thing; but who’s hurrying? Not me. Remembering the hayfield goings-on, I’m guessing she’s hardly started.

She subsides a little, sitting astride me and letting me hold her weight, and lets her end of the panties drop out of her mouth as she reaches over and picks up the pot of cream. She gives it a kind of thoughtful look, and then gives me one made of pure mischief, and says, “Alors, Jake… do you want to fuck me in the derriere, or what?”

Now normally you don’t ask the Countess if she’s sure about anything, but just this once I say, “You bet, but I thought you didn’t get into that?”

She shrugs one of those little Gallic shrugs and says “There’s a time and a place. This is both. Shall we get to it?”

She yanks a pillow off the top of the bed and throws it cross-wise about halfway down, then lies down over it so her ass is in the air; and she looks back over her shoulder at me and says “This is going to make me squeal, so I want you to remember one word.”

“Sure,” I say, picking up the pot of cream she spread down her cleavage. “What’s the word?”

“Brandy,” she says. “If I say ‘Brandy’ you’re to stop at once, bien compris?”

“I got it,” I say. I dip my fingers in the cream and spread it down her ass-crack, getting her good and lubed up. I’m already slippery from where she’s taken me between her tits, but I slather on a little more. From what I know of this, there ain’t such a thing as too much lube. I position myself behind her and start probing at that tight little hole. She gasps “Oh!” and bites her lip, clenching both her hands in the duvet.

“If you’re not sure about this, now’d be a good time to mention it,” I murmurs, but she only whimpers a little and shakes her head, so I start to press into her, not too hard but not taking a backward step, waiting for her to open up.

“Oh!!” she goes again, a mite more urgently. “Oh, you’re so big, it hurts. Jake, you’re hurting me!”

“Relax and hold still,” I growl, bracing my right hand against her lower back to hold her in place. “I’ve started an’ I’m going to finish.”

I guess I do feel big, at that, ‘cos she sure feels tight to me, but up to now she’s feeling like she can stretch a little more and I keep the pressure on, just aiming at getting in for now and not trying to pump in and out. She turns her head to one side, brings her hand up to her mouth and bites down on her thumb, and I can see a tear or two running down her cheek.

“You really are hurting me, Jake,” she says, quietly.

“So say the magic word,” I say, no louder, and I give another push and feel her asshole give a little more, and I slip in deep. She gasps.

“Oh God, Jake, you bastard… you ruthless, ruthless bastard.”

“That’s me,” says I. See, I’ve been listening out good and sure, and the one word I ain’t heard her say so far is “brandy”. I’m in her ass about halfway now and the thickest part of me is inside her, so I hold still. She feels hot and really tight.

We’re both of us quiet for a while, until the Countess says, “You’re all the way in now, aren’t you, Jake?”

“Pretty much,” I say. “I could give you a little more depth, but width-wise, you got it.”

“Wow,” she says. “I don’t do this very often, and never with a man as big as you. And you really are a ruthless bastard, aren’t you?”

“Me?” I grin. “Just doing as I was told, Madame.”

She laughs. “With your cock hilt-deep in my bottom, Jake, I think you could drop the ‘Madame’.”

“Naw. I like it better this way. How about you?”

“Mmm,” she says, and wriggles her ass. “It’s not hurting so much now. Still sort of stinging a little, but it’s a good stinging. You can start to fuck me now, Jake.”

I wrap one arm around her breasts and grab her by the belly with my other, lying along her. “I got another idea,” I say, and I roll the pair of us over, still joined at the hip as you might say. Like I’ve mentioned before, the Countess is light enough to go where she’s pulled and we fetch up on the edge of the bed, coming up half-sitting with her on top. We’re facing the dressing-table, which has a big mirror we can see ourselves in, and I say to her “Spread your legs wide apart, so I can see your snatch in the glass.”

Well, for the remainder of that day and into the next I was nervous to say the least. My daughter and the rest of the club were true to their words, and what had happened at our dance with the devils remained our secret. I could only hope that the football players would also keep quiet, but so far it seems they have too.

When the following week’s practice came around I was nervous. The club members and the football players started to show up early but my daughter had yet to arrive. I instructed a boy angel and a girl angel to take one of the football players to the prop room to see if they could find something more appropriate for the devils to wear. The football players didn’t seem too happy about that but everyone kept nervously silent. Meanwhile I had the other boy angels run through the moves of the dance again with the remaining football players and I did some paperwork.

The boys ran through the devil scene several times and it started to get late. I decided to go back to the prop area to see what was taking so long. When I got to the prop room the door was closed and I heard jostling inside. I stopped to listen.

“What do you want me to do, just stand here and hold it?” I heard the football player/devil ask. Silence. “C’mon, help me out, I’ve got to put it somewhere!” What the hell was he talking about?

“I don’t know,” the girl replied, it looks so big!”

“Well, maybe the two of you can handle it” the devil replied. Oh my god, these guys would do anything! My shoes were rooted to the floor and I just continued to listen. I heard more shuffling, then the girl groaned “No, no… it’s too big… please…!”

The poor girl! The poor, lucky, girl. I remembered last week to the glimpse I got of her face as that same meaty black spear pistoned through her lips. Sure her head was held tight, but she didn’t seem to fight like she was now. Oh, shit, neither did I. Oh, shit, I’m getting excited again. “Please… ugh… you little fairy… ugh… help me…!!” I assumed she was talking to the little white dancer I’d sent to “protect” her.

The thought of that wonderful spear entering the tiny 18 year old gave me goosebumps and scared me all at once. God what if he did hurt her? He probably was as big as her arm! Finally I moved. I threw etiler escort the door open to find…

“Oh, thank god ma’am. Please take this box from me. It’s too big for me to handle and I’m about to drop it. ” The little girl was standing there, fully clothed, holding a big box. I took the box from her before she dropped it, and gently set it down.

“Well hello teacher” came the voice of the devil from behind a bunch of props. The little white boy angel stood motionless in the corner of the room. “Alright you two, get back to the stage. ” I commanded the two angels. “What are you doing back there?” I asked.

“Me? I’m just looking for a box with something that suits me. Do you have a box with something that will suit me?”

“Yes, I’m sure I… ” Very clever. “Just keep looking, and come back when you find something, OK?” I left him and closed the door, and went back to my students.

“OK, club, it may be difficult but our weakest scene is still the dance with the devils. Until we get, ahem, suitable costumes for our devils, I’m going to ask them to wear these tights, just like you all wear. OK, devils? Here, each take a pair, go around the back of the stage and get changed into these. Meanwhile, angels take your positions. ” Damn, my daughter still wasn’t here. Well, one devil was still with the props so we’re even.

The angels took up position as the devils came back around from behind the stage. Oh god what a mistake I made! Three hulking black men came on the stage in the tightest black tight pants I could imagine. “Oh, goodness… I’m sorry. Those were the biggest ones they had! Don’t you boys have any… you know… athletic protection?” The outline of three huge cocks running down three muscular legs was clearly visible to us all. The girls stared openly while the white boys looked absolutely uncomfortable, occasionally looking at their own tights. Poor little boys.

“Ma’am, you didn’t tell us to bring any. We kind of… left quietly last week. What you see is what you get. ”

“Jesus, I’ll take it,” I quickly thought to myself before regaining my own composure. “OK, well I think we’re safe for now. Let’s do a run through with the people we have. ” Where is my daughter? “Positions… now, let’s dance!”

Just beyoğlu escort like last week the devils held their tiny white angels and did the routine. Last week, with the devils in kilts, their cocks which hardened through the dance raised straight up and were hidden by the girls in front of them. Now, with the restraint of the tights, these huge devils got just as hard through the dance, but that hardness was clearly visible down each leg, even from my seat several rows deep. My earlier excitement returned as I watched that meat expand and move with the dance. These boys… men… were gorgeous. The dance ended and, just like last time the girls ended up not to the side where I could see their faces, but right in front of each black devil. And just like last week each devil gripped the head of his angel.

Now, I heard no fabric ripping, I saw no white hands at black hips, so I knew these men were not feeding their… oh god, delicious… cocks to those little 18 year olds. Still, the men thrust their hips gently just like last week, and the white boy angels stood to the side. (And I got more excited). Still, I wasn’t about to ask anyone to “succumb. ” “OK boy angels, to the rescue!”

The boy angels jumped up, and, unlike last week the devils offered them no resistance. Still, the girls didn’t exactly jump up when “rescued” by their angels. It just looked shoddy. “OK, wait. Let me walk you through this so we know where we’re supposed to be. ” I got up from my seat and went on stage. Oh, no. The three hulking black devils stood there in their wonderfully tight tights, and what did I see but lipstick! Six lines of lipstick, two running up and down either side of a wonderful black stalk! I looked to the girls, who just kind of looked away, like maybe I wouldn’t notice. “You know what, let’s just take today off until I can work out some details, alright?” The football players outwardly moaned their obvious disappointment, the white boys were off like a shot and the girls nervously ambled toward the door. Now, where is my daughter?

After everyone was gone, I went around the stage and remembered that one of the devils was still looking through the props. I went back to tell him he could go, but when I got to the door, I heard my daughter’s voice. halkalı escort “No, please, it’s too big… ugh… please… oh… ” Ha! I pictured my daughter holding that large box, struggling with it with no one to help her. Serves her right, I thought. The littlest of the dancing girls had held the box by herself earlier for several minutes, so I was going to make my daughter suffer the same treatment at least that long before helping her.

“C’mon, you can take it. It’s not that big. Yeah, use both hands… that’s it. ” the devil told her.

“Oh… I don’t… know… it’s so big… “

“Yeah, just take it slow and easy. You’ll get used to it. “

“Oh… ungh… so… big… ooohhh… Give… it… to… me… sloowww… please… “

I remembered what I thought was happening the first time I passed this door today, and if I didn’t know better I’d think the same thing now. God, it got me excited all over again. The thought of that huge black pole giving such wonderful pleasure to my tiny, tiny daughter really got to me.

“You OK girl? Yeah… I think you got it. Yeah… I think you gonna take it all… yeah… you got it… you got it… you got it… “

He was chanting so sweetly. It was so nice of him to encourage her. Maybe he was helping her build strength. He was so muscular. “Oh… god… I… can’t… believe… I’ve… got… it… all” she chanted back in the same rhythm. “So… big… so… big… ” Then she went into some sort of breathing exercise. “Oh… oh… oh… oh… ” which slowly sped up to “oh… oh… oh… oh… ” then “oohh… ungh… oohhh… ungh… ” I was getting ready to help her out but thought I’d give her a few more seconds. “Please… ungh… please… oohh… I… ungh… can’t… uoohh… take… ungh… much… oohh… more… ungh… please… oooohhhhh… “

“Ok… girl… I’m… gonna… un… load!” He told her. Good, I thought. He’ll take the weight from her and I won’t have to help at all.

“Yes… ungh… please… ungh… do it ungh… oohh… ungh… please… ungh… do it ungh… please… ungh… do it ungh… “

Then I heard it. The unmistakable sound I hadn’t forgotten. The sound I’ll never forget. The wonderful sound I heard for the first time only a week ago. “AARGH!” The sound of a giant black man, a sexy, powerful black devil with a giant black cock, unloading, not a box, but sperm. Copious, life giving, warm, wet, salty sweet, potent black man sperm. Right inside the door. Right inside… my daughter.

Oh God.

Contrarily to what most people in America believe, many Black women are actually quite submissive. Not all of them are the loud-mouthed, opinionated and sometimes downright belligerent gals portrayed in today’s movies, television shows and commercials. My lover Beatrice Edmund is living proof of that. She’s a six-foot-two, heavyset, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman from the great state of Virginia. She attends Virginia Tech, where she’s a student-athlete. On the soccer field, she’s aggressive and all that. In the bedroom, she’s somewhere else entirely. A natural submissive who loves to get dominated by macho White men. We’ve been having all kinds of wicked fun together. She came to visit me in Massachusetts during Spring Break.

Sometimes, I wonder why that is. Why do so many Black men and Black women have Slave/Master fantasies? There are quite a lot of Black people in the BDSM scene in Boston. I’m not saying this to be racist. I’m saying it because I am genuinely puzzled. Someone should do some psychological research into that someday. My good friend Elisabeth Winters is a six-foot-one, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman who lives in Brighton, Massachusetts. Like me, she’s a Corrections Officer. She’s engaged to a tall, burly Black male state police Officer named Jamal Woodward. The stuff she tells me he’s into makes even me blush. And I’m not someone who is easily shocked. She showed me a video they made together.

The video was forty six minutes long and was filmed in the basement of Elisabeth’s house. To this day I won’t forget it. In the video, Officer Jamal Woodward was naked, wearing a slave’s collar and handcuffs. He knelt before Elisabeth, calling her mistress and kissing her feet. Elisabeth brandished a whip and whipped him with it. The harder she whipped him, the more he screamed. etiler escort And the more turned on she became. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Jamal Woodward was a big and tough Black man. And he had a deep voice and quite the presence. He’s six-foot-six for crying out loud. He’s the last man I’d expect to be into this kind of stuff.

After whipping her slave, Mistress Elisabeth donned a strap-on dildo and sodomized him with it. My eyes went wide as Elisabeth spread Jamal’s butt cheeks and eased the dildo into his ass. The big Black man screamed as his White girlfriend slammed the dildo into his ass while calling him some racial epithets that I definitely won’t mention here. Wow. I was amazed, stunned, disgusted and turned on at the same time. I knew there were men out there who were into this sort of thing but I never thought the fiancé of a buddy of mine might be one of them. Wow. The video was an eye-opener, folks. Shows you just never know what someone might be into. It emboldened me in my search for a Black female submissive to play with. And I’m happy to say that I found one.

Presently, Beatrice is on all fours, face down and ass up as I push my long and thick White cock into her asshole. I just love fucking Black women in the ass. Especially big Black women like Beatrice. They look intimidating until you take control of them. I put the big Black woman on her knees and make her bow to the awesome power of White cock. It’s wonderfully empowering.

My name is Stanley Wick. And like my name suggests, I am a wicked man indeed. I live in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts and I’m a Corrections Officer working at the nearby women’s prison. I’m Jewish, standing five-foot-ten and weighing one hundred and forty pounds. I’ve got light brown hair, alabaster skin and pale blue beyoğlu escort eyes. I’m twenty four years old. I live in a nice apartment on Brockton’s West Side. And I’m bisexual. I’m not exactly what most people consider to be intimidating. But I’ve got a twelve-inch, uncircumcised White cock that makes men and women of all color squeal when I fuck them with it.

How come I’m a Jew and still uncircumcised? Well, not all Jewish families believe in altering their sons bodies to fit with some obscure tradition. My mother Alicia O’Shea was Irish and an atheist. And she wasn’t about to let my meek Jewish father James Wick alter me in the name of his faith. I’m glad my mother stuck up for me. Being an uncircumcised Jewish male who’s also bisexual is great. I love my member the way it is, thank you very much. You won’t believe the kind of people I hook up with. Seriously. Just because I’m a skinny White guy with average looks doesn’t mean I can’t get the sexy ladies…or the sexy men.

I grip Beatrice’s wide hips and thrust my cock deeper into her asshole. While fucking her in the ass, I call her all kinds of names. I call her my Black slave, my ghetto whore and my cock-sucking Black bitch. All this she endures without saying a peep because she’s bound and gagged. I love fucking her like this. You’ve got to fuck a woman in the ass while she’s bound and gagged ( willingly of course) at least once in your life. Seriously. It’s not the kind of experience you will forget. I highly recommend it to all my male friends. Those who’ve been fortunate enough to try it thanked me from the bottom of their balls. What can I say? I’m a cool guy.

While fucking Beatrice in her fat Black ass, I grab a handful of her long Black hair and yank her head back. She whimpers through the gag. You’ve got no halkalı escort idea how much I love that sound. It’s music to my ears. I take out my belt and start whipping Beatrice’s big Black butt while fucking her. Her big Black butt turns a bluish hue while I fuck and whip it at the same time. Beatrice bucks wildly under me as her big Black ass endures some sweet punishment. I love to do this to her. Make me feel all powerful while I completely dominate her. Every time I see a sassy Black woman on the subway, at work or anywhere else, I want to grab her, bend her over and fuck her in the ass. Fuck the sass out of her ass. Most of the time that’s just not feasible. That’s why I looked long and hard for a submissive Black female like Beatrice. A Black woman who got off on being dominated by a White male.

I fuck Beatrice in that fat Black ass of hers until I cum, flooding the big Black woman’s tight asshole with loads upon loads of my hot cum. I take off Beatrice’s gag and listens to the sweet sound of her screams as my cum fills her ass. Yeah, now that’s what I call music. I could make a soundtrack with her screams and sell it on the online market. I bet you some people would buy it. What do you think? After fucking Beatrice, I pull my cock out of the big Black woman’s asshole. And I gasp in surprise when I notice that Beatrice’s formerly tight asshole is now a gaping hole. I admire my handiwork and to be quite honest, I absolutely love it.

Afterwards, I remove Beatrice’s bindings. The two of us sit naked in my small living room. The life of a Corrections Officer isn’t glamorous, I’m afraid. We hold hands, and talk about what we just did. Beatrice thanks me for a wonderful session. She feels liberated after all the roughhousing I put her through. It’s the only way she achieves release. Does that surprise you? It shouldn’t. I didn’t do anything to her that she wasn’t comfortable with. In these matters, you should know that the submissive is always the one in control. The dominant is but the purveyor of pleasure and pain to them. Such is the way things are done in the circles that we travel.

“Let’s do this, Stephen, we both know you want to suck some big White cock, ” Annie Anglais-Mathieu said, and the six-foot-tall, curvaceous young Haitian-Canadian woman grabbed the back of her husband Stephen Mathieu’s neck, and made him suck Jake “The Bull” Connors thick and veiny, pale pink dick. The one thing this foxy Black housewife knew her favorite bisexual Black man craved the most…other than her, of course. Jake was having the time of his life. Seriously, for a bisexual top, it didn’t get any better than this.

Jake Connors, an openly bisexual man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and working as an engineering contractor likes to be on the edge. That’s why he put his profile on every sex site out there, looking for wild fun. Male or female, Black or White, he was always down for sexual adventurism. A month ago, he met Stephen and Annie Mathieu online, and they told him about their fantasy, which involved some reverse interracial cuckolding.

Much to Jake’s immense surprise, there were Black couples out there in the world of swinging and cuckolding. Jake had fucked plenty of White men’s equally White wives in front of them and made them scream thanks to his nine-inch White cock, but he never dreamed he’d ever get to fuck a horny Black woman in front of her very willing and able Black man. Or vice versa. The Mathieu couple was something else. Jake was totally down with that, and they finally got together tonight.

Annie Mathieu licked her lips as she watched her husband Stephen suck on Jake’s thick White cock. The stocky, forty-something Black dude sucked that maslak escort thick White dick with gusto, and when the Bull came, he drank every last drop. When he finished, Stephen wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and winked at Annie. The taste of Jake’s dick was absolutely amazing, and Stephen couldn’t get enough of it…

“I like the way you suck dick, my dude, now let’s get at that ass,” Jake said, and he smiled at Annie as he made Stephen assume the position. Just like that, the Bull gripped Stephen’s hips and worked his dick into his asshole, which Annie dutifully lubricated prior to the session. Stephen groaned as Jake began fucking him, and he watched as his wife Annie spread her thick dark thighs invitingly.

“Let me eat that pussy,” Stephen said, and Annie smiled as her husband buried his handsome face between her thighs and began eating her pussy. Meanwhile, Jake fucked Stephen while he ate his wife’s pussy. Watching Stephen’s butt jiggle under the force of his thrusts turned Jake on immensely, for there was nothing this White Bull loved more than Black male ass. Smacking Stephen’s ass, Jake plunged the dick even deeper into Stephen’s ass, loving the feel of a tight Black male ass around his cock.

“Damn, that ass is too tight for me, I need a break,” Jake said, and he pulled his dick out of Stephen’s asshole. Stephen turned around and briefly looked at Jake, then resumed eating his wife Annie’s delicious pussy. Feeling inspired, Annie got on all fours and spread her thick Black ass cheeks wide open. Stephen began eating Annie’s ass, and the young ataköy escort Haitian-Canadian woman moaned deeply as her man pleasured her backdoor with his tongue.

“Hubby dearest, I am horny as hell and I need you to fuck me,” Annie said, and Stephen was happy to oblige. Putting his sexy wife on all fours, Stephen smacked her big Black ass and then eased his dick into her from behind. Annie squealed as Stephen’s long dark dick slid into her pussy. Jake sat nearby and stroked his big White cock while watching the sexy Black couple get it on. This was absolutely hot, and in no time, Stephen was hornier than ever.

“Fuck her good, Stephen, you’re the man,” Jake said, encouraging Stephen, who laughed and continued fucking Annie, making her thick Black ass jiggle under the force of his thrusts. Annie screamed as Stephen fucked her, and Jake put a stop to that by putting his big White cock into her mouth. Annie sucked Jake’s cock and massaged his balls while her husband Stephen slammed his dick into her cunt and smacked her ass. Filled at both ends, Annie was happy as can be and screamed like a woman possessed.

“That was hot, now I want to watch you take some big White cock, my dear,” Stephen said as he came inside Annie’s pussy, and then pulled out. Jake looked at Annie, and felt desire stir within him as the sexy Black woman turned around and shook her thick, fantastic and heart-shaped ass at him. Winking at Stephen, Jake got behind Annie and gave her big Black ass a firm slap, and then the fun began.

“Always wanted to take a big White dick in front of my cuckolded çapa escort Black husband,” Annie said, and she flashed Stephen a wicked grin as she grabbed Jake’s dick and began sucking on it like her life depended on it. When Annie got Jake nice and hard, the Bull put the foxy Black housewife on all fours and penetrated her swiftly, causing her to gasp. Hard and fast Jake began pounding away at Annie, drilling her tight, hot pussy with his massive pale prick.

“Fuck my foxy Black wife in the ass like you fucked me earlier,” Stephen said, and Jake hesitated, then looked at Annie, who nodded enthusiastically. Catching the bottle of lube that Stephen tossed his way, Jake lubricated both his dick and Annie’s asshole, and then the fun continued. Spreading Annie’s ass cheeks wide open, Jake pressed his pale dick against her butt hole, and then pushed it inside.

“Oh fuck, that dick is so big, fuck me harder, Jake, ” Annie squealed, and Jake laughed and fucked her ass even harder, sliding his pale dick into the forbidden depths of Annie’s asshole. Meanwhile, Stephen stroked his dick, immensely turned on by what he was beholding. For ages the bisexual Haitian stud had dreamed of uninhibited sex with both sexes and no boundaries, and now, at last, he found a woman who accepted his kinky desires and embraced him for who he was. Jake fucked Annie until she begged for mercy, then he pulled out…

“That was awesome, thank you, you guys are truly lucky to have each other,” Jake said, a little while later, and he shook hands with Annie Anglais-Mathieu and Stephen Mathieu before departing from their household. Annie and Stephen waved Jake goodbye as he got into his beat-up old pickup truck and drove away, and then they returned to the bedroom to fuck some more. When no one is afraid and passion has no limits, everyone is happy…

Summary: Straight married man sacrifices wife to his black Master.

Note 1: This story is dedicated to goamz86 and in making one of his fantasies as real as possible.

Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, Wayne for editing this series.

Note 3: Although this story is mostly a GAY interracial story, it is really a much deeper story about one man’s lengthy journey of sexual self-discovery. Besides being about a man becoming a cocksucker, it’s also about the changing relationship in the bedroom with his lovely wife.

In the first part of this trilogy, Black Cock: 1 Day Changes Everything, Greg catches his friend being ass fucked by a 18-ear-old black boy. Soon he is drawn into the world of sexual gay submission as he is unable to resist the temptation of sucking black cock. Meanwhile, slowly he also becomes more submissive to his beautiful loving wife who has no idea of his newfound lust for black dick.

In the second part of this trilogy (way longer than originally planned, but the plot just kept going and going), Black Cock: 10 Inch Cock Training, Greg submits unconditionally to Malcolm both as a cocksucker and an ass taker, accepting that he can’t live without black cock, or cock in general. Meanwhile, he also became a submissive ass slut and sex slave to his beautiful wife.

A reminder of how part 2 ended:

FRIDAY

I wore a new pair of thigh highs.

All day I anticipated a text from Malcolm that didn’t come.

That night, after dinner, Marcia asked, “Going through withdrawal, slut?”

I smiled, Carol gone to the lake for the weekend, “Yes, Mistress.”

She pulled down her skirt and revealed she already was wearing her big black ass breaking strap-on cock.

My mouth watered and my ass tingled.

Then the doorbell rang.

“You better get that,” she smiled, “I’m not ready for company.”

“I’ll be back, ASAP,” I said, planning to get rid of whoever was at the door… ready and eager to get her cock in my ass.

“I’ll be upstairs, my slut,” she said, heading to the bedroom.

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, heading to the door.

I opened the door and froze.

“Hi, cocksucker,” he greeted, “or should I say hi, faggot.”

And now, the exciting conclusion of Big Black Cock:

“Please, not now,” I pleaded, immediately stressed.

“Is that any way to greet your Master?” He asked, a smug smile on his face.

“Sorry, Master,” I apologized, terrified that Marcia could come back downstairs any second.

“I told you I would see you on Friday,” he explained, as he walked past me and into my home.

I whispered, “Please Master, I don’t want my marriage to end.”

“If I recall, you were quite willing to allow your wife to watch you suck me or even ass fuck you,” he countered with a shrug.

“I just said that in the heat of the moment,” I protested.

“It’s what you say in the heat of the moment that is most true,” he countered philosophically, as if he was Mr. Miyagi in the Karate Kid (the 1980s version, not the awful unnecessary remake).

I didn’t argue with his theory, instead continuing my pleading, “Please, Master, I’ll do anything.”

He closed the door hard enough for it to make a thud.

Marcia called out, “Hurry up, little dick, I have an ass to fuck.”

Malcolm chuckled, “Was I interrupting something?”

I called back, worried she may come down soon and be caught almost naked, “We have company.”

“This is going to be an epic evening,” Malcolm proclaimed, as he walked into my living room.

“Please,” I begged, even though I knew I was literally and figuratively fucked.

“Go tell her you forgot you invited me over to work on football strategy,” he suggested.

A slight glimmer of hope that he wasn’t going to out me today arrived and I nodded, “Okay.” I quickly went upstairs

“Take your time,” he smirked. “If she wants to prep that ass of yours for me that would be fine.”

Fuck, I sighed to myself as I went to explain to my wife what was going on, even though I had no idea what was actually going on.

I went to my room and knocked on the door.

“It’s me,” I said, before walking in.

The strap-on was off, and she was pulling jeans up her hips, her thigh highs still on underneath.

“Did they hear me?” She asked, clearly mortified.

“Yes,” I nodded, “but I told him it was an inside joke.”

“Who is he?” She asked.

“Malcolm, the kid I’m mentoring,” I replied.

“The black boy from the athletics banquet?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded, still nervous as hell.

“Why is he here?” She asked.

“Apparently, I offered to work with him tonight,” I replied.

“I can’t go downstairs after what I said,” she said, still mortified.

“Trust me,” I lied, “He didn’t take it seriously.”

“How couldn’t he?” She asked. “I bayrampaşa escort was pretty graphic.”

“I don’t think he heard all of it,” I replied.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“It’s up to you,” I replied, actually hoping she would stay upstairs as I still wasn’t completely sure what Malcolm’s intentions were.

She said, “I think I’ll stay up here and read.”

“Okay,” I said, relieved. “I’ll get rid of him as soon as I can.”

“You better,” she said, smiling sexily, “You need to be punished for ruining my plans for you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, thankful that maybe I could avoid being outed today. As I returned to the living room, I sensed this was only a temporary relief, it was only a matter of time before my wife learned the truth.

Back downstairs, Malcolm asked, “Is she joining us?”

“No, she’s mortified,” I replied.

“Too bad,” Malcolm said, his tone dripping with implication, “I was really hoping to get to know her better.”

“Want to come to my office?” I asked, hoping to go somewhere private.

“Sure,” he nodded.

I led him to my office and as soon as the door was closed he ordered, “Knees, cocksucker.”

“Yes, Master,” I quickly obeyed, hoping the sooner I got him off the less likely I would get caught.

I eagerly fished out his cock, both to speed up the process and also, as usual, I was craving cock… big black cock.

He noticed my eagerness and asked, “Hungry?”

“Starving for desert,” I replied, as I took his cock in my mouth and began bobbing.

Malcolm explained, “You understand it’s only a matter of time before your wife is on her knees taking my cock in her mouth, pussy or ass.”

I didn’t respond even as my cock flinched in my pants at the idea.

“It’s only natural. Once she gets a look at my big black dick, yours, which already isn’t enough for her, will become completely inadequate,” he continued.

I knew that was true. She already liked her toys over my cock. Yet, I couldn’t fathom her giving into the lust even if she wanted to. She was too loyal.

As if reading my mind, he continued, “Now, you’re thinking she would never cheat on you. Yet, there are two things that prove that theory wrong. One, did you think you would cheat on her and become an addicted cocksucker?”

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I answered, “No, Master, I never did.”

He shoved his cock back into my mouth before adding, “Two, I haven’t met a white woman, especially a married white woman, yet who could resist the temptation. If Eve couldn’t resist biting an apple, how do you expect your wife to be able to resist this?”

The question and comparison was ludicrous and I wondered as I bobbed like the cocksucker I had become if my wife would be able to resist.

Malcolm continued, “What would your wife do if she walked into the office right now?”

I had no idea, truthfully.

“After the shock faded away and the anger at your betrayal, she would drop to her knees and take my cock in her mouth,” Malcom predicted.

I didn’t doubt that my wife would suck him given the opportunity and permission, but I did doubt she would do it moments after catching me in the act. Her anger would override her lust… I thought.

“Bend over, let’s get that ass prepped for your wife,” Malcolm ordered.

“Please, no,” I responded, getting ass fucked upping the possibility of getting caught.

“Now, faggot,” he demanded, before adding, “unless you want me to fuck you on your bed with your wife watching.”

“Okay, okay,” I nodded, knowing that as usual I had no power in this humiliating, yet sexually satisfying relationship. I pulled down my pants, bent over my desk and waited, even though I had no lube.

“This is likely going to hurt like hell,” he warned, as he moved behind me.

I grabbed the end of the desk for support, took a deep breath and prepared for the pain. With lube it took a long time to get comfortable, without it I was worried I would alert my wife through screaming in pain like a little bitch.

His cock teased my asshole briefly before he pushed forward invading my ass.

“Ohhhhh,” I groaned, a sharp pain coursing through me.

“Shit, this is like trying to get into Fort Knox,” he laughed.

I didn’t say anything as I focused on controlling my breathing.

Ever so slowly, his cock went deeper inside me, the pain never fading. I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I was sodomized without lube.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to fuck this ass without some lube,” Malcolm said, pulling out. “Go get some.”

“But it’s in the room with my wife,” I pointed out.

“And I care why?” he asked, always cold.

I pulled my pants up, a sharp pain still burning in my butt, and nodded, “Fine, I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

I had no idea what I was going to tell my wife. I headed to the room, my ass still on fire, with no plan other than praying she was in the bathroom.

She wasn’t.

She was reading beşiktaş escort a book on the bed.

The lube was sitting right there on her nightstand.

How the hell was I going to grab it without being obvious?

She looked up and asked, “Is he gone?”

“No, not yet,” I answered, desperately trying to come up with a lie for why I was up here.

“Is he going to be gone soon?” she asked, the tone of the question implying it wasn’t a question, but an instruction to get rid of him ASAP.

“I hope so,” I nodded, as I walked over to her side of the bed and knocked off the lube, an idea suddenly forming.

I got down on my knees, quickly filled my palm with lube, before closing it up and returning the bottle to the nightstand.

She quipped, “Don’t spill that. It’s needed for that ass of yours tonight.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, guilt and shame coursing through me.

“Why did you come up here?” she asked.

My lube filled hand behind my back slightly I answered, “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’ll be a lot more okay when he is gone,” she said, “now go downstairs and get him out of here.”

“Will do,” I nodded, hurrying out of there before she could catch me with a handful of lube.

I scurried back to my office, and once inside, put my hand on his ten inch cock and began stroking it as I coated it with lube.

“Impressive, slut,” he smirked.

“Anything for you, Master,” I absurdly replied, frustrated that those words were obviously true.

I wiped the rest of the lube between my ass cheeks before I bent back over the desk and waited for his cock, now eager to have it in me and finish this stressful, yet undeniably exciting moment.

‘Such an eager little slut,” Malcolm chuckled, as he moved back up behind me.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, as I again prepared to have my ass unnaturally filled.

This time it slid inside me much more easily, the pain returned, but much duller and I just relaxed and focused on keeping quiet as I got ass fucked while my wife was in the house… my cock stiff as a rock.

“What a fucking faggot you are,” Malcolm said, as he pumped his dick in me. “Only a complete submissive queer would willingly take it up the ass while his beautiful wife was upstairs.”

Shame, as usual, coursed through me at his harsh, but hard to dispute, words. I mean, I could argue the willingly part, but in the end it was a pretty weak defense. Very unlikely to hold up in divorce court.

“Should I call your wife down here to watch you be a faggot?” Malcolm asked, a couple of minutes later.

“No!” I quickly responded, desperate to keep this secret from her.

“Or maybe I should walk into your bedroom and offer my dick to your wife,” Malcolm continued.

I didn’t respond as quickly to that offer, as I pondered my wife’s reaction. Would she be like me and be unable to resist its majestic beauty? Or would she be able to resist the temptation like a good loyal married person should do?

“No response?” Malcolm questioned.

I admitted, “Just wondering how she would react.”

He laughed, “Likely, like most white women. They would beg to suck it and be fucked by it.”

“I don’t know,” I answered, torn between the reality that she may do exactly that and the fact that her morals and loyalty were so great that I couldn’t fathom her actually giving in to her lust and cheating like I had.

“Oh, I know,” he confidently said, as he kept fucking me, “I can see it in her eyes. If given the opportunity, she would take my cock in a heartbeat.”

“Maybe,” I replied, still unsure.

“And I bet you would love watching me fuck your wife, wouldn’t you cocksucker?” Malcolm predicted.

I could envision it clearly. I knew he would satisfy her in ways I never could. And I wanted her to feel the great pleasure she deserved. I admitted, “Yes, Master, I would love to see you satisfy her.”

“In ways you can’t?” Malcom questioned.

“Yes, Master,” I nodded, admitting the obvious.

Malcolm fucked me for a couple more minutes before he pulled out and ordered, “Knees, cocksucker.”

I quickly obeyed and soon felt his cock, in my ass just moments ago, back in my mouth. The act was disgusting in theory, but actually turned me on more… I loved being treated like a dirty whore.

“Such a cock slut,” Malcolm groaned, before he spewed his load in my mouth.

I swallowed it all, always thrilled to get a load in my mouth.

When he pulled out, he smiled, “Give my best to your wife.”

“I don’t think I can,” I joked, as I stroked his cock.

Malcolm roared, “Now that is funny.”

He pulled his pants up, walked out of my office and yelled out, “Have a great night, Mrs. Benson.”

I quickly pulled my pants up and followed, guilt coming back.

“Okay, bye,” she said back.

“Until the next time, cocksucker,” Malcolm said, before leaving my house.

I sighed. I got away with it.

I sighed. I just sucked and got fucked merter escort by a teenager in my house while my wife was home.

I sighed. I could still taste his cum in my mouth and my ass was likely still gaped open.

I went upstairs to have a shower and brush my teeth when Marcia called out, “Are we alone?”

“We are,” I answered, as I entered our room.

“Get naked, slut,” she demanded, as she got out of bed.

“I need to go to the washroom first,” I said, needing time to clean up a bit and allow my ass to return to normal.

“Hurry up,” she demanded, “It’s time to punish you for inviting someone over during play time.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded. I went to the washroom. I went pee, used some mouthwash and tried to relax. I looked into the mirror and bent over. My ass looked normal from this angle.

“Hurry up, slut,” Marcia demanded.

I sighed. God, I prayed she wouldn’t notice anything.

I walked out and she was again wearing a strap-on.

“Get undressed, slut,” she demanded, her tone a little different than usual… even more dominant.

“Yes, Mistress.” I replied, getting undressed and praying she wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.

Once only in thigh highs, my cock completely erect, she laughed, harshly, “Shit, you’re already hard. You love being my ass whore, don’t you?”

Although I felt guilty at just getting ass fucked by Malcolm, and humiliated slightly at her tone and laugh, the reality was I did indeed love being her ass whore. I admitted, “Yes, Mistress, I love being your complete slut.”

“Bend over the bed,” she ordered, as she went to get the lube.

I obeyed.

She said, sounding confused, “That’s odd.”

“What is?” I asked, now bent over the bed and waiting to be sodomized like a cheap slut.

“There is lube on the bottle,” she said.

I knew why. I quickly lied, “Yes, I used some before Malcolm got here to have my man cunt nice and ready for easy access for you.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyebrow raised.

“Yes, Mistress,” I continued, ‘I’ve being dying for this moment all day.”

“Huh,” she said, as she tossed the lube back in the drawer, walked over to me and said, “I hope you did a good job then.”

I thought to myself, ‘Trust me, I did a good job. Or more accurately Malcolm did’, but instead I just waited for a cock to be back inside my ass.

And I must confess, I was becoming an anal slut addict. I couldn’t wait to have her dick back in my ass. Although I loved Malcolm’s dick more (because it was real), it was still exhilarating to be fucked in the ass by my wife, especially when I considered the obvious shift in our relationship.

“Ready to have that man cunt of yours fucked?” she asked, taking my earlier declaration and using it, as she rubbed the fake cock up and down my ass cheeks.

“God, yes,” I replied, wanting to feel it in my ass. Craving the submissive feeling of getting fucked.

“Beg, bitch,” she demanded, as her cock head teased my asshole.

“Oh please, Mistress,” I moaned like a slut, every word I said true, “I need your cock in my man cunt so fucking badly. I was made to be a bimbo fuck slut. A submissive whore used for your pleasuuuuure.”

She slammed the entire cock in my ass with one hard thrust.

“Yes, Mistress, fuck your slut’s cunt,” I begged, wanting to be pounded hard. To be punished for my secret submission to Malcolm.

“I can’t believe you kept this a secret so long,” she said, as she slammed into me hard, our bodies colliding with each forward thrust. My eyes went wide at the word secret.

I stammered, tensing, worried she somehow knew, “W-w-what secret?”

“That you’ve wanted to be a submissive ass whore for me,” she replied, my body relaxing as quickly as it had tightened.

“I didn’t know,” I admitted, the idea not even on the radar until Malcolm.

“Well, better late than never,” she quipped, as she fucked me long and hard.

After a few minutes, my cock begging for release, she pulled out and asked, “Want to come?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whimpered, still bent over.

“Come fuck your Mistress,” she ordered, as she took off the strap-on and lay on the bed.

I quickly climbed onto the bed, between her legs and slid my cock in her. I didn’t even fuck her for fifteen seconds before I came inside her.

“You can’t be serious?” she asked, her tone dripping with disgust.

“Sorry,” I apologized as I kept coming inside her. “You got me so excited I couldn’t help myself.”

“Clean me up,” she sighed, adding again, “I can’t believe you lasted ten seconds.”

“Sorry,” I repeated, feeling pathetic as I slid down to eat my cum from her pussy.

“Oh, you will be,” she said with authority.

A chill went up my spine at the threat of her words. Yet, I focused on obeying and retrieving my cum from inside her.

“Eat all your cum, slut,” she demanded, as she grabbed my face and ground her cunt all over me.

After a couple of minutes, she ordered, “Go put my strap-on on, I need to be fucked by a real cock that lasts more than five seconds.”

The humiliation continued, as I got off the bed, grabbed her strap-on and put it on. I struggled and she sighed, “Get over here. You really are a useless fuck slut.”

I am the father of an extremely good looking 18 year old daughter. While I have never done anything with her sexually (unless you consider I encouraged her to orgasms while masturbating with her girlfriends). I must say she is truly a turn on of a lady. She, like her mother has an incredible body. Perfectly proportioned 36C breasts and a tight ass to match.

I am self employed so I make my own hours. One day I came home from work early and had a BIG surprise! My sweet innocent little girl was in the middle of pleasing two well hung black dudes. They were in her bedroom so they didn’t hear me come in the front door.

I quietly went outside her bedroom door to listen in for a while. With the door slightly cracked I also got an eyeful! There was my sweet little daughter riding one guys cock that must have been at least 10” and deep throating another that was 8’ or more. She moaned as she sucked the cock of one while the other rammed her tight pussy. I had thought all along that she was a virgin but boy did she have me fooled!

I have never had sex with another guy but I must admit I found the sight of those two huge black cocks taking my daughter a huge taksim escort turn on! Summoning the courage I broke into her room and said “What in the hell is going on here!” My daughter quickly grabbed the sheets to cover herself while the two guys looked at me in disbelief. They jumped off the bed and tried to put their clothes on when I said “You’ve started the job; you might as well finish it.” But if you don’t want me to call the police you have to play by my rules!

First get back on my daughter and finish filling her mouth and tight pussy with your loads. So they went back to work as if I wasn’t there and pounded her mouth and pussy with total abandon. They shot their loads while my daughter screamed in joy, muffled only by the load of spunk she now had to swallow.

They hadn’t noticed but while this was going on I pulled my cock out of my pants was stroking my 7” rod now fully hard. “OK which one of you big black cocks wants to be sucked dry first?” They looked at me total amazement, but the smaller of the two came over and said me first. “I always wanted to have the father of son little white bitch suck my cock after I’ve fucked real şişli escort good!” Without hesitation I took his still swollen member into my mouth and suck like there was no tomorrow! My daughter looked on in shock as she saw her father suck the same cock she had just swallowed a huge load of cum from. The other not wanting to miss an opportunity came behind me and with brutal force shoved his cock into my now aching ass! I felt the head go in first but unable to respond from sucking on the beautiful cock in my mouth allowed his member to pierce my virgin ass with his entire rod.

Imagine just a few minutes earlier I was astounded to find my little virgin daughter being rammed by two huge black cocks and now I was being taken in the same way.

Not to be out done and realizing that she was not in trouble for this taboo love of black cock, my little girl came over and started to lick and suck on my fat cock. I know that it is not acceptable for most but how could I stop her, so over taken by one cock in my mouth and another up my ass.

Well you can only imagine what came next. My wife came home from shopping and wondered what all the sounds nişantaşı escort of moaning were about. She couldn’t believe what she saw! But there we were a twisted mound of bodies in sweet rapture. You know the old saying; “If you can’t beat them, join them.”? Well join us she did. Before I knew if she was licking the ass of the 10” black guy who obliged by pulling out of my ass and shoving his cock into her mouth. Noticing there was another person in this orgy the 8” pecker pulled out of my mouth and slipped into my wife’s now dripping pussy. I just stood back as I watched what at first was shocking to me turn into the biggest turn on of my life.

My daughter said; “Daddy I never knew you and mom were so open about sex.” Before I could even speak she dropped to her knees and started to suck my cock in a way I had only imagined. Well, from having it sucked on already from the first guy I wasn’t far from cumming and starting to moan loudly. My little girl looked up at me and with that approving look in her eyes I knew she wanted my white ooze for her own. I screamed in ecstasy as I shot my load down her waiting throat. Almost at the same time I saw my wife taking a load down her throat and up her dripping pussy at the same time!

We all laid on the floor totally spend from our impromptu orgy. The two black strangers got dressed and left without a word, while my wife and daughter had quite the time of our lives to share.

Although Jeanette Patterson loves sucking cocks, she wants to avoid having a reputation as a slut who likes to suck cocks. That might seem to some people to be a contradiction, but she has no problem with the concept. In order to do what she revels in doing without having anybody know about it, she goes to the locker room area of a gymnasium in the local community college where she is a sophomore. There, she sits on a toilet in the rest room, divests herself of her bra and dress or skirt or jeans, and sometimes more than that, and hangs some of them on a hook on the inside of the door. Naked as she wants to be, she waits for men beside a hole that has been cut in the partition dividing the last stall in the women’s area and the first one in the adjacent men’s room.

She doesn’t usually have to wait very long because most of the male students are aware of the glory hole and know there are women who go there and wait for stiff cocks to be poked through the opening in the partition, where they sit and wait. Years ago, the gym was used for intercollegiate sports but, after the college began fielding both men’s athletic teams and women’s, a new building was erected. The old gym, which was then used for physical education classes and the locker room, which had been used only by men, was divided into one for men and one for women.

The installed partition was plywood and a toilet stall was left on either side. Shortly after the remodeling, some enterprising person had cut a round hole between the stalls and they became a popular place for anonymous encounters between women who favor impersonal sexual trysts and men who share that preference.

On this particular day, Jeanette had gone to the glory hole and removed her shirt and bra and hung them on the hook inside the door. After that, she removed her jeans, folded them to form a thin cushion and placed them in front of the hole. When she was ready, she draped a strip of toilet paper between her stall and the one next to her. That was a signal to any man in the other stall that somebody next door wanted to suck him off. With everything ready, she sat on the commode and waited, hoping for a well-hung horny man, preferably black, to come along and offer her his stiff dick.

She fatih escort got exactly what she wanted. At first, Jeanette thought some joker was poking a black dildo through the hole, because it was bigger and darker than any she had ever seen. But, except for its massive size, it looked real so she gently took hold of the base with her fingertips. The cock felt like the real article and seemed to be throbbing in her hand, which felt good, and she also relished the contrast of the extreme darkness of the shaft and the big, purplish head in her pale white hand.

The sensation was even better when she knelt on her folded jeans, leaned forward and started licking the underside of the huge cock or dildo or whatever it was. Jeanette quickly proved to herself it was the real thing when she felt it growing even bigger and harder under her ministrations. After a few long, slow strokes with her tongue, she pulled her face back, smiled lewdly at the massive treat that awaited her and daintily prodded the slit on the end with the tip of her tongue.

“Mmmmm,” came the disembodied voice from the other side of the partition.

Jeanette felt the same way but, instead of verbally expressing her delight, she started licking the head in concentric circles, slowly engulfing more until her tongue was caressing under the hard ridge. The head was nestled in her lips and she was gently stroking the shaft until Jeanette decided to take even more pleasure from the huge intruder. Moving slowly to avoid biting the cock, she started moving her mouth forward, engulfing the length of the thick cock. She would not be able to fit the entire monster into her mouth and the end was too thick for her to give deep throat but she would certainly have fun with what she could take.

There are many things Jeanette relishes about sucking a big cock, such as the one that was then spreading her lips to their maximum. The feeling of fullness in her mouth is one of them and nothing in her experience had filled her as well as that of the anonymous man in the next toilet stall. With the end of the huge cock pressed against the back of her throat, Jeanette curled her tongue under and around the massive black mouthful, relishing mecidiyeköy escort the feel of the smooth skin stretched so tightly around it.

Of course, it wasn’t only her mouth that was having fun. Jeanette’s right hand had been thrust inside her panties, where she started by stroking her pussy lips until she was producing a trickle of her lubricating juices. She dipped her fingers into that silky fluid and used them to gently pinch her clit between two folds of her inner lips. While still taking the giant cock in and out of her mouth, she started slowly stroking herself, sometimes reaching lower and scooping up fresh juices to spread on her swollen lips and clit.

The pleasure Jeanette was receiving in her mouth and pussy surpassed any she had ever gotten from giving a blow job and she wanted to make it last. She moved her face slowly back and forth, caressing as much as she could with her tongue. Softly, she murmured of her pleasure, wanting the unknown man to hear her so he would know how much fun he was giving her.

He was making the same kind of noises, murmuring “That’s it. That’s it. Keep sucking my cock.”

That was what she wanted too and Jeanette continued slowly sucking until she thought it was time to give herself and the unknown black man another kind of pleasure. Holding a breast in one hand and his cock in the other, she rubbed one erect nipple against the big mushroom-shaped head, followed by switching hands and caressing him with the other erect nubbin. It felt wonderful to Jeanette and she spent several minutes alternating nipples until her clit started to clamor for more attention.

She reverted to sucking the giant cock and fondling her clit. In the past, some smart-asses had been known to pull their cocks from her mouth and finish themselves off by hand, thereby depriving her of the mouthful of cum she had earned. To prevent this man from doing that, Jeanette gently but firmly gripped his shaft in the fingers of the hand that was not active on her clit.

After a long, slow session of sucking the huge cock, Jeanette felt it start to throb inside her mouth and in her hand. She knew what that meant. Until then, she had been lightly holding that topkapı escort part of the cock that was too long to fit inside her mouth, but she knew the time had come to aggressively put those fingers to better use. She tightened her grip, both of her hand and of her lips and sucked harder and faster while stroking her clit at the same pace.

“Uhhh. Uhhh,” the man groaned but Jeanette knew it was in pleasure, not pain that he was expressing.

She responded by sucking faster until she felt the cock jerk inside her mouth. Using shorter strokes, she kept the head over her tongue so she would get the full benefit when his cum started to spurt. Jeanette heard him grunt and she heard his body thump against his side of the partition and she felt a big gusher of semen flooding her mouth, covering her tongue exactly the way she wanted. It was delicious but she knew there was more so she kept sucking until she had caught two more bursts of the viscous fluid.

Jeanette could feel the monster cock starting to soften so she kept a firm grip on it when she leaned back on her heels and gazed at it. More cum was starting to ooze out the end so she leaned forward and licked that off, followed by using her tongue to clean off all the rest of the man’s juices from the shaft and, especially, under the ridge. With that gone, she placed her thumb on the underside and her fingers on top and drew her hand toward her mouth to get the rest of the man’s cum. Satisfied she had everything, she let go and the cock disappeared back through the hole.

“Thank you,” a voice rumbled to her.

“No, thank YOU,” she replied. Those were almost the only words either had spoken during their fun time.

Jeanette wasn’t through. The cock was gone but her mouth was still filled with the cum it had provided and she swirled that inside her mouth, relishing the taste and texture. While her mouth received pleasure, so did her clit and her fingers started pumping even faster until she felt her own climax rise and start to overwhelm her. She moaned and panted until her orgasm exploded and she reacted by rolling around on the floor. When she was through sucking cocks, she would go straight to the shower so she wasn’t worried about keeping her body clean.

The black cock had been the best Jeanette had ever sucked off and she didn’t believe she would be able to top it. Even so, she got back up, put another strip of tissue in place and sat on the toilet seat in hopes some other man would come along and feed her a ration of his cum.

We skied down the beautiful mountainside in the darkening evening. The snow was crisp and the scent of pine trees was in the air. We’d been skiing down the runs and sailing back up the chair lifts all day and had decided, on our final trip down the mountain that day, to go off piste along a little used trail we’d heard of that led back down to the village. Unfortunately the trail wasn’t very clear in the newly fallen snow, shadows of pines and dusky skies.

Through the trees we saw a few lights and hoped we were on the right track. As we neared the lights I could tell there were too few to be the resort. We skied out from the trees and into a small clearing. Across from us stood a beautiful log cabin. A warm glow streamed through the windows. We decided to knock on the door and ask for directions.

“Hi,” I smiled at the man who answered the door. He was tall, handsome and had smooth chocolate skin.

“Hi, sorry to bother you,” you said to the stranger. “We think we’re a bit lost and wondered if you could show us the way back to the village.”

The man grinned. “I think you’d better come in”, he said, glancing up at the nearly dark sky. “You’re a fair way away, you must have taken a wrong turn. Come in for a drink, you look cold.”

Warmth hits us as we entered the cosy cottage. One big, open plan space was lit with a crackling log fire and flickering candles. There was a cinnamon scent in the air and music was playing from a radio in the corner.

“Take off your coats and boots, make yourselves comfy,” he gestured to the sofa.

We ended up staying for dinner. Guy was an excellent cook and full of interesting stories. We talked and laughed as we ate and drank, getting tipsy on the free-flowing red wine.

After dinner we found ourselves sitting on the sofa in front of the cosy fire, John and I chatting with Guy as if we’d known him for years. It was warm in the cabin – too warm for my thick salopettes and no one minded when I complained that I was too hot, stood up and took them off. I saw Guy checking out my legs. I smiled at him and asked him to dance as my favourite song played on the radio.

John watched as Guy held me close. He pressed against me and I could feel his erection through his trousers. His arms were wrapped around my waist and he slowly moved one of his hands down over my hip then caressed my ass. He was turning me on and I wanted him.

I looked up at him and smiled. My hand was in his hair. If he was surprised when I pulled his head down to kiss him, he didn’t seem to be. My lips were parted and we kissed gently, sensuously at first then becoming more passionate. He took my bottom lip possessively into his mouth and bit gently.

His hands slid under my top and I raised my arms to allow him to push it up and off. My body tingled at his gentle caresses and I moaned sensuously. My bra soon found its way into the floor too and he bent down to my nipples. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the pleasure he gave me as he took one in his mouth, teasing it hard with his tongue while he pinched the other.

I felt John move behind me, felt his hard cock pressing against my maslak escort ass. I realised he had removed all his clothes and I reached back to feel his erection. The feel of his solid cock in my hands made me moan into Guy’s mouth as he kissed me again and continued to caress my breasts.

I lifted the hem of Guy’s t-shirt and slid my hands up underneath it. I pushed the t-shirt off over his head then placed my hands back on his smooth chest, running my hands over his muscular torso as he continued to caress my nipples. He kissed me again and our naked chests were crushed together as John squeezed my ass.

I moved my hands down to the waistband of Guy’s jeans.

“I want to taste your cock,” I smiled up at him as I undid his belt and flies.

I knelt down on the soft rug and pushed down his jeans. I gasped as I saw his hard erection straining to escape from his boxers. I pushed these down too and his beautiful, black cock swung free. He stepped free of the rest of his clothes as I took his heavy meat in my hands, marvelling at its size, my pussy tingling in anticipation of feeling him inside me.

“You’re so big,” I exclaimed then started to slowly lick the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the shaft, then up and down, savouring his taste.

“Suck his cock, dirty girl.” I’d almost forgotten that my husband was standing there watching.

I did as I was told and slowly slid my mouth over Guy’s huge cock. I took in as much as I could then pulled my mouth off it and gave it another sensuous lick before taking him in my mouth again. Guy’s hands were in my hair, pressing me down onto him, his big dick at the back of my throat. I moaned around his shaft then sucked up and down.

“Oh yeah, you suck like a whore!” Guy told me.

“Yes, she does,” John agreed. “Don’t forget about me.”

I loved sucking my husband’s cock too but I was really enjoying this black one in my mouth. I reluctantly stopped sucking off Guy and turned my attentions to John although I still had one hand wrapped around Guy, moving it up and down his length. I took John’s cock in my mouth, obviously not as big as Guy but still an impressive size. I felt so horny knelt in front of these two well endowed men, one my husband, one a stranger, both hard for me. I sucked John for a while, my hand never leaving Guy’s cock. I started alternating between them, sucking and licking one cock before turning my attention to the other.

“I want to taste your wife’s cunt,” Guy said to John.

“Go for it,” John offered.

I wasn’t going to complain and giggled around Guy’s cock before taking him out of my mouth. He grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up before bending down to kiss me. Lost in our kisses I almost forgot what was going to happen next and squealed as Guy grabbed my ass and lifted me easily off my feet. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his gorgeous, black body and he carried me into the bedroom with John following.

He flung me down on the bed and I moaned in anticipation of feeling Guy licking me out. He pushed my knees roughly apart and began to lick and suck at the sensitive ataköy escort skin of my inner thighs. I was desperate to feel his mouth on my pussy but Guy was taking his time, working his way slowly up my thighs towards my wanton cunt. As he reached to within an inch of my knickers and I could feel his warm breath on my pussy through the thin fabric he hooked his fingers around the top of them and pulled them off in one swift movement.

“Mmm, just look at that juicy cunt,” Guy said.

“Looks like it wants a good fuck,” said John as he came up to the head of the bed and pushed his lovely hard cock into my mouth.

As I sucked on John, Guy ran one finger against my slit, briefly pushing his finger inside me. He brought it to his lips and sucked my juices from his finger. My pussy tingled from his touch and I wanted more.

“Very tasty,” said Guy with a wicked look in his eyes.

He bent down to my pussy, staring up into my eyes as he gently ran his tongue over my clit. I gasped around John’s cock at the pleasure. Guy then started to lick and suck my smooth pussy in earnest, making me to moan. I could no longer concentrate on sucking John’s cock but held onto it with one hand while he held the other above my head. Guy continued moving his mouth against my pussy, sucking hard on my clit one second then swirling his tongue inside me the next. He pushed fingers inside my hot, wet hole and moved them in and out, pressing on my g-spot as he sucked my clit. My pleasure was building, my body tensing. John bent over me and sucked on one nipple while tweaking the other between his fingers. My eyes were closed and I was moaning uncontrollably, my back arched as ecstasy grabbed me.

“Mmm, oh God…oh yes,” I cried out as waves of pleasure overtook my body.

“Enjoy that did you, naughty girl?” Guy asked with a smile.

“Mmm,” I breathed, barely able to speak as I recovered from my orgasm.

Guy was on top of me then, his lips finding mine and I pushed my hips up and wrapped my legs around him, feeling his hardness between us as we kissed. God, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. He must have read my mind as he pulled away from me and lined his huge cock up with my pussy.

“Oh, you’re going to love his big cock inside you,” my husband said, watching as Guy slowly entered me.

Oh, I did love it, he stretched my pussy around his meat and I was in heaven.

“You’re so wet, you naughty bitch,” Guy said as he starting pumping in and out of my pussy, slowly at first, then harder and faster as I moaned under him.

He teased my nipples with his tongue as he fucked me and I was in ecstasy. John’s cock was at my mouth again and I sucked hungrily. The sensations building in my pussy were intense and before long I was cumming hard around Guy’s huge cock. He didn’t stop, he continued pounding into me until I screamed and came again. Only then did he slow down and finally pull out of my soaking wet cunt.

He quickly flipped me over onto my belly, I was too weak recovering to help, but was excited to find out what Guy’s next move was. I soon found out when he grabbed çapa escort my hips and pulled my ass up off the bed. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy once again then took a bottle of lube and massaged some into my asshole. The sensation of his fingers gently probing me made me gasp with a new thrill of pleasure.

“You’re ready now. I’m going to fuck your naughty ass like it’s never been fucked before,” Guy declared.

He slapped my ass cheek and I moaned deeply at the thought of his huge cock filling my ass, hoping he would fit. He pulled his cock out of my pussy then placed the tip at my lubed up hole.

“God, Chyna. You’re going to feel so full with that monster in your ass,” John said.

Guy pushed and I shrieked as the tip of his cock pushed into my hole. The sharp pain was replaced my pleasure and I gripped the sheets as my ass was opened up further. I couldn’t move as inch by inch Guy’s member slid slowly inside me. The atmosphere in the room was thick with eroticism and the only sound was my soft moaning as my ass was stretched and filled.

“He’s all the way in. His whole cock is in your naughty ass.” John said in awe.

I felt completely under Guy’s control, the tension in my body causing my rapid breathing to come out in small whimpering gasps as he started to move his cock in and out. The intense pleasure rippling through me tipped me over the edge into ecstasy and I came loudly as Guy slapped my ass harder. He fucked my ass harder and faster and my orgasms kept on coming one after another. Suddenly Guy moaned loudly, I could feel his spunk deep in my ass and another orgasm shook me.

“Fuck, yeah, yes,” Guy cried as me emptied his balls inside me. “Take my cum, dirty bitch.”

He pulled his cock slowly out of my used hole, slapped me hard on the ass and rolled over to lie next to me on the bed. I was exhausted from cumming so much but John wasn’t finished with me yet.

“Your ass looks like it needs another cock in there,” he said.

I could feel Guy’s cum leaking out of me and down onto my pussy. John positioned himself between my legs and pulled my ass up to meet his cock. His hard cock teased my sore asshole and he eased himself inside me as he reached around and stroked my swollen clit.

“Oh yeah, fuck my used ass,” I begged him, but I guess he didn’t need any encouragement.

He slid in and out of me easily due to a mixture of lube and Guy’s cum. He slapped my ass again as he thrust in and out of me.

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned as his balls slapped my pussy, his cock hard inside my ass.

He buried his fingers deep in my cunt and caressed my clit with his thumb and I was cumming again, groaning as electricity ran all over my body. John couldn’t hold on for long, soon his cum was joining Guy’s deep in my ass as he grunted his pleasure.

“Fuck, that was great,” John exclaimed.

He rolled off me and lay next to me. I was facing him and he kissed me deeply.

“Naughty girl,” he said to me with a smile.

“She is so naughty,” Guy agreed. “Thanks for sharing her.”

“Thanks guys, that was amazing,” I said, kissing John then turning to kiss Guy.

We were all shattered and soon fell asleep. I woke briefly in the night, pressed between the bodies of my lovers and smiled to myself, remembering the intense pleasure of the evening and looking forward to the rest of our skiing trip even more now we had met Guy.