Suriah walked into the restaurant, feeling out of place even though she looked as nicely dressed as anyone else. Head held high, she tried to hide her discomfort, looking for him. Scanning the rooms, she did not spot him and was wondering what to do about it when a hand lightly touched her elbow.

“Miss, this way please,” the host said softly to her, “He is waiting for you.”

Shaking her head, she let the man lead her though the tables to the place where he sat. She did not notice the heads that turned to follow her progress as she glided past; her eyes were locked on his from the moment he caught her gaze.

He stood as they approached, pulling her chair out and waving a hand at it. She could not take her eyes off of him as she slid into the space he made for her, smiling nervously.

“Calm down kitten,” he told her gently, as he took her hand and kissed it. He laid a hand on her trembling arm, “I am not going to devour you here in the restaurant. There will be time enough for that. It is good to meet you in person finally, kitten.”

She nodded breathlessly. He chuckled when her eyes widened slightly, grinning and seating himself as the host spoke of wines and specials. He ordered for himself and then for her, and all the while she could not find it in her to look away.

He was tall. She had known that but seeing it in person was different. His eyes sparkled out from his face, making him seem both intense and fun at the same time. The mop of red hair should have made him look less professional, but it didn’t. Everything about him exuded power. Men and women both glanced his way frequently, lingering over his strong jaw line or his ready smile.

He spoke of little things, slowly drawing answers out until she was relaxing back into her chair and chatting with him. The food came and went. It could have been cardboard they served in the place for all she noticed of it, even though he had chosen well for her. The wine was exquisite, but he stopped the waiter from pouring her a second glass. When she cocked her head at him quizzically, he just smiled slightly and told her that she did not want to be inebriated. Then he gave his manly chuckle at her creeping blush while the waiter stoically filled her water glass and departed. He randomly gave her fındıkzade escort thigh a gentle squeeze, or brushed his fingers over the back of her hand. Each touch from him went through her body like lightning, and she shivered as she grew moist from contact with him. His direct clear look told her that he knew exactly the effect he was having on her, and it made her want to writhe in her seat.

At last the meal was over, the bill paid, his car brought around. He opened the passenger door for her and she slid into the car, her nerves returning with a vengeance.

The click of her door shutting seemed to signal something, but she could not figure out what. He slid into the car and leaned over to her, letting a bare inch of space remain between their lips.

“Your fear is unnecessary, kitten,” he whispered to her, lips moving the air around hers, “but arousing. You are going to please me greatly before we are done tonight, I hope.” He kissed her gently, parting her lips and breathing her in. She whimpered into his firm mouth and felt bereft when he pulled away.

“Remove your panties.” He instructed her as he pulled away from the curb. She was so dazed from his kiss that she was slow to comprehend what he was saying to her. As she opened her mouth to ask him to repeat it, he slapped her. Hard.

“I did not tell you to speak, I told you to take off your fucking panties. Now get those wet nasty things off, and do not hesitate to obey me ever again, slut.”

The words stung worse than the blow, but she was soaking wet as she pulled her panties out from under her dress. Leaning down to slide them over her heels, she could smell herself; a deep musky scent that told her she was turned on beyond belief, despite just being smacked and called a slut. She wanted to say something to appease him but she did not know what, so she kept her mouth shut and held her panties up for him to see.

“That is better,” he told her, taking the soaked fabric and holding it close to his nose. He breathed deeply, and then glanced at her. “Have you ever tasted yourself before?”

“Yes Sir.” She answered quietly, not daring to look at him. She did not see it coming when he rudely shoved her panties into her face, telling bahçelievler escort her to open her hot little mouth wide. As she did so, he shoved her panties in, cramming them into the back of her mouth. He smiled as she gagged on them, using her tongue to push them around.

“Taste yourself, you little whore. You are all wet and hot for Daddy aren’t you?”

She nodded dumbly, knowing it was true and surprised that it shamed her so to hear it. He grabbed her dress and started raising it up her thighs, snaking his hand under it to touch her flesh. Her legs parted of their own accord, offering her pussy to his questing fingers. He slid one finger up her slit, then down and up again as she spread her legs further. She gasped when he pushed two fingers inside of her, melting back into her seat.

“Oh you lovely little slut, you are so wet for Daddy aren’t you? Look at you with your skirt raised and your panties in your mouth. What a bad little girl. Whatever shall we do with you?”

His fingers continued their probing of her pussy as she moaned around her panties, the fabric drying her mouth out and making it hard to breathe. She knew she looked like a total whore to anyone pulling up next to the car, but she didn’t care. There was nothing but his fingers as she felt his hand twist around so that he could add another finger, stretching her lips around him. Her eyes closed and all she knew was his touch until the car stopped and he killed the engine.

“You can take those out of your mouth now, little girl.” He told her with a chuckle. “Pull your skirt down, that’s a good girl. We are here.” He got out and came around to help her from the car, knowing better than she how her legs would be trembling. Her panties went into his coat pocket and he took her hand, gently pulling her after him. She shakily followed him into the lobby of the hotel.

She followed him through the lobby of the hotel, three steps behind him as instructed. She felt as if she was on an invisible leash, being led through the sea of Saturday night people from the lounge and club attached to the hotel. He did not look back but kept his steady pace through the crowd, knowing that she would be there should he choose to turn and bağcılar escort see her. Everything seemed surreal. The laughter floating on the air sounded tinny to her ears and she moved as if in a dream to the elevator he was stepping into. The whoosh of air as the doors closed made her shiver.

“Turn around.”

She faced the elevator doors, breathing steadily and slowly to control the butterflies in her stomach. She melted back into him as his arms came around her waist, his hands sliding up her ribs to caress the sides of her firm breasts. First one strap, then the other was gently pulled off her shoulders to slither down her arms. She held perfectly still while his head lowered to her neck, lightly kissing her as his hands fondled her tits through the satiny material.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, my little girl?” he whispered, his lips nipping at the top of her ear. “I am going to play you like an instrument, little girl, and make beautiful music on you.”

She shivered, wrapped up in his voice in her ear and his hands on her chest. She was leaning her head back against him when the elevator stopped. Just as the doors started to open he said “shhhh” and pinched her nipples hard. She bit back a scream as his hands dropped and he stepped away from her, leaving her looking like a whore with her dress falling off and her face alight with pain and desire. The old couple boarding the lift looked at her once and then avoided eye contact, the lady muttering something under her breath.

She felt so ashamed as the couple got out of the elevator and they continued up. He chuckled at her reflection in the doors and came back to drape his arms over her shoulders.

“What a wicked little slut you are,” he breathed in her ear. “Letting people see you this way. You know what though? I like you this way. You are my slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir, I am your slut. Thank you Sir.” She could not believe the words flowing from her mouth, could not relate them to her life in any way. All she knew is that they felt right. She was his, completely, at least for tonight. The rest would happen as it was meant to, she was going to please him tonight.

The next time the doors opened he gently pushed her out of the lift and she resumed her place behind him as they walked down the hall. She was lightheaded, wondering what was going to come next. The muted echo of her heels on the hardwood reverberated in the stillness, making her introspection more pronounced. She felt like she was entering the twilight zone. She almost ran into his back as he stopped in front of a door and used the keycard.

“After you, little girl.”

Upon owner’s order what follows is the story of this slave’s (age 60) path to permanent slavery. And the life, 7 years in May 2020, of slavery.

Owner’s Order: Write the story of your history with female domination. How it led to my taking permanent ownership of you. What your life of slavery has been. This one time you are released to be, and must be, totally open and honest in the details, and expressions of your thoughts and feelings.

My reaction to the Order. Thrilled owner assigned me this duty. Determined to follow it to the letter. Fearful of owner’s reaction to my honest thoughts and feelings. Scared she will abandon or sell me.

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Slavery is any system in which principles of property law are applied to people, allowing individuals to own, buy and sell other individuals, as a de jure form of property. A slave is unable to withdraw unilaterally from such an arrangement and works without remuneration.

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— Chapter 1 : First 26 years —

Had the femdom fantasy from my earliest memories. At 6 or 7 would dream of being held down, jumped on, and beaten up by girls.

Teen years were almost exclusively porn mags and a few female dominant themed adult books. Any photo or story with a Dominant Female caused me excitement. 14 and on masturbation always was focused on submitting to a woman or women.

At 16 saw the film Maitresse. She was my dream Domme.

90s led me to videos. Mostly European and all with BDSM themes. Would buy anything with a dominant woman in it. Had numerous moving boxes full of videos by 2000.

Am smart, strong, and outgoing, but always very awkward with women in any setting. Shy around them especially single ones. Dated a little in HS but usually girls who approached me. They were invariably submissive ‘looking for a Daddy’ type girls. Guess my confident attitude in classes and choir attracted them.

Virgin till a 21 year old college senior.

Had one slight sub experience in college.

We met in the summer after junior year in a ‘cold study’. You got paid $300, a lot in 1980, and free food for six days of isolation to test a cold vaccine. We roomed in the old unused wing of a local hospital. About twenty kids each with their own room. Lots of food, games, TV, and sitting around chatting.

She was tall and slender with a Tomboy vibe. After talking some she made it clear she had a boyfriend. But was open to fooling around. We talked and somehow let on I liked girls to be in charge.

Next night she decided we would play some strip poker in her room. Winner to chose what we would do. My excitement was incredible. As I stripped during the game she looked for a moment with each removal. Checking me out while not saying a thing . Thankfully I lost.

When she won, briefly looked at my penis, then said “Stand up”.

She stood up in her pants and bra. Without a word she finished undressing a few feet from me. Her 19 year old body was perfect. 5’10” and around 135 with full C cup breasts. Her ass was smallish for her size but curvy and muscular.

Complimented her on her amazing body and she smiled.

“Yes I know”. Confident and sexy.

She jumped onto the bed and laid back with her hands behind her head and legs crossed. She had a full bush. Was desperate to see more of her pussy.

“So Wes here’s what we are going to do. You are going to go down on me till I’m satisfied. Do a good job and you’ll get a blow job.”

Wow dreams come true. Finally sex with a girl.

She moved down the bed a little. “Kneel there at the end of the bed.”

Kneeling, mesmerized as she slowly spread her legs. Her lips peeked out through the bush.

“Lean down and put your mouth on my pussy. You can use your fingers for a second to spread it open. Then put you hands down and eat.”

Shaking I slowly lowered making sure to see it all. Lips to her lips, spread them, and started tonguing. Forgot to take my hands away quickly.

She snapped at me “Hands on the bed.”

Lost myself in her taste and aroma. Face buried worked to get her off. Within a couple of minutes the pussy was dripping wet.

She made no noise and did not move at all. Laid there calm and relaxed. After 5 or 6 minutes looked up at her, while still eating, to see if there was a sign of how I was doing. She had a little smirk as she looked down at me between her breasts.

“You are submissive aren’t you. Focus on my pussy.”

20-25 minutes was lost, no reaction beside her juices flowing, trying my best to satisfy her. At the end she gave a few soft grunts over maybe 30 seconds.

“I’m done stop.”

Raised myself up and stayed kneeling. She looked right into me.

“Really pretty good for your first time.”

Oh my god hadn’t told her that. She knew it.

“OK stand up right there. Close your eyes.”

Heard her put her clothes on. My erection was bursting.

“OK here we go. You can watch but arms at your sides and do not move.”

She turned me to face her then knelt, leaned forward, and sucked my penis into her mouth. Five amazing minutes. I orgasmed. She immediately stood escort çapa up.

“Catch your breath quickly then get dressed.”

It took a moment to steady myself. She watched me dress then stood right in front of me smiling and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

“That was fun Wes. Never again.”

Did not sleep much that night. Kept replaying it in my head. The next few days were me dreaming of her deciding to play again but of course she didn’t. Would occasionally see her around campus. The few times we talked were in group situations.

Senior year was fast approaching. Answered an ad to share an apartment off campus. Met and roomed with a wonderful couple Betty and Randy. We became fast friends.

Betty was determined to get me more social and help me find a girl. Sweet of her but futile. Did, with her help, go out with a few girls but nothing came of it. Didn’t show the nice sane girls that I had something for them. Could not really speak to girls at parties even with Betty and Randy there. Stood there like an idiot.

Betty was like my social analyst. She worked on me to try to relax and be myself.

In April Randy asked me if I wanted to go on a week hiking and camping trip with them post graduation.

“Love hiking and camping but do not want to crowd you guys.”

He laughed.

“Man we share an apartment. We know when you jerk off and sure you know when we screw! Oh and Betty knows where you keep your porn stash.”

Was mortified.

“OK thanks let me think about it.”

Next night Betty came into my room late to chat.

“Wes you need to come out of your shell and be yourself. Do not worry about what anybody else thinks.”

“Will try and thanks. You guys are my best friends.”

She was smiling. Had a tear in my eye.

“Wes you are one of our best friends and we will stay friends forever. Camping?”

“Yes. Oh and um sorry about my porn stash.”

She frowned.

“That is what I mean. Apologize for something natural and fun? No! At least we know what you need is a strong take charge girl.”

She smiled and we said good night.

Ironically a few weeks later lost my virginity to a girl from the college choir. Danni got me to take her to a graduation party since her grad student boyfriend had left for the summer. Knowing she had a serious boyfriend helped me relax around her.

Danni was quite plain and a little overweight. Real nice with a spicy flirty attitude.

We were pretty drunk when we walked back to her dorm room. Was going to say good night but she pulled me in. It was a suite with 4 bedrooms. She walked me into her bedroom, locked the door, and shed her cloths, and I followed her lead.

She laid right down on the bed legs splayed open. Took that to mean she wanted oral so I dove right in. It was a very different experience than my first.

When I pressed my face into her plump pussy she grabbed my hair with both hands. Her hands controlled me and she was constantly pulling hair to move my mouth as she wanted.

“That’s it right there. Come on push your tongue in all the way. Fuck I’m coming suck my juice.”

Just a few minutes in! Stopped eating and my hair was immediately yanked.

“Keep going! Get your tongue right back on my clit! Fuck me with that tongue.”

How long? Maybe thirty minutes. She came every few minutes. Each cum she yelled out. My mouth was ready to give up when she stopped.

“OK now fuck me as hard as you can.”

Was rock hard the whole time. Crawled up her body and was surprised when her hand grabbed it and guided me in. First time a girl touched it with her hands.

Fucked her hard but she kept yelling “harder harder!” Lasted a long time when masturbating but was nervous I would cum too soon. Somehow managed to last about ten minutes.

Shoved it all the way in, held there, and came with huge grunts. She grabbed my ass and held me in her. Must have spurted ten times. No more virgin.

Still holding on she smiled up at me.

“That was great hun. Though you are much smaller than my boyfriend.”

Geez am six inches hard. He must be huge.

We caught our breath for a minute or so.

“Eat me to a few more.”

As she said it put her hands back in my hair and shoved me down. My brain was so fried it never occurred to me that I was eating my own cum out of her.

When she was done she thanked me for a nice time and asked if I wanted to hook up again. Yes!

We had several more encounters that month. Her roommates even met me the next time she brought me over. One of them said “You must be what all the noise was last week.”

Looked down and turned beet red. Three attractive girls were giggling at me and knew what we had, and were now going to do! We walked into the bedroom.

“Make sure she cums at least ten times otherwise she’ll be cranky tomorrow.” They laughed loudly.

It ended before graduation after four hook ups.

July 1981 quickly rolled around and Randy, Betty, and I went up to New Hampshire into the Great North Woods. We spent six full days hiking, chatting, escort etiler and sleeping.

It was a big moment for all of us. We had finished the first part of our first adult task. Getting a college degree.

We relaxed and enjoyed nature and covered 10+ miles of trails per day.

Betty was about 5′ 7″ with a curvy slender figure. Very pretty girl next door face with long sandy blond hair. Randy was 6′ and solid as a rock maybe 190 lbs. All American boy with a liberal sort of hippie attitude. Wavy brown hair down to his shoulders. Every girl wanted him.

Me 6′ 3″ 150 lbs back then. Wiry strong. Added muscle and a spare tire since.

Both are very smart. She was already on her Sciences PHD track. Randy was going for his MBA. They both had grad slots at very prestigious schools in NYC.

Me? Who knows was wandering through since family made me go to college. Had no plans for my life.

At dinner we sat around the fire chatting about anything and everything. Dessert was smoking pot. But the last night instead of pulling out the usual joint Randy started the conversation.

“We want to talk to you. Please trust us. We know your family sucks. You will find your way to jobs. But we worry you will never find a woman. You hardly dated during college. You will spend your life alone. We want to help. Betty told me about your porn stash. It’s cool. You are not the only guy who wants a strong woman. We will help you find her.”

Both were smiling as he finished. Was a little teary and uncomfortable.

“OK. But am a little scared to talk about it. You two are the only people who love me.”

At this point I was crying and Betty sat next to me, hugged and held me for a few minutes. Then Randy handed me a small joint.

“Smoke a little, slowly, and relax.”

Betty said “We are very open. What you want sexually and in a relationship is up to you. We will always love you. No judgments.”

Randy “Hey we do some kinky shit too.”

That got him a playful slap on the shoulder.

“Wes we agree that in bed we can discuss anything. And do anything we both want to try. Do you know why we went to New York City for his birthday last year?”

“Thought it was a get away play in the city present.”

“It was. Most important play was Randy got a special present. Like all you guys he wanted a threesome. So found us a city girl for one night.”

“You hired a prostitute?”

“Oh no a nice NYC college girl who was open and could use some money. You know we are quite comfortable.”

Damn was I shocked. Betty continued.

“We met her for dinner. A City College friend introduced us. Deal was she gets an expensive free dinner. And if she was down for the night then we would give her $250.”

Shook my head.

“Don’t be a prude man. Betty and I have been to the same adult stores you go to. Threesomes are so boring now. Many kinkier things than that.” We were all smiling at that.

“Do you want to hear what Randy got that night?”

“Well I guess so if you guys are cool with it.”

“Wes we love talking about our adventures. Careful around you because you are so uptight. So, she was a very pretty dark skinned black girl. About my size but with a much larger round butt. We had a fun dinner and talked about what our future plans are. She wants to get a job after graduation. Not enough money in her family to go to grad school. Sad because she is so smart. Over dessert we talked about sex. She is a little wild and had already done several three-ways. We told her we wanted to share her getting us off. That Randy wanted to fuck her, get blown, then watch her go down on me.”

Betty was looking me right in the eyes at that last.

“Wow you guys are really open about sex. What did she think of it?”

Betty laughed and Randy jumped in.

“Fucked her twice, she blew me twice, and she ate out Betty for over an hour while we made out.”

Sure my mouth hung open.

“So Wes what do you want?”

“Well I uh … have a better idea now.”

Betty clapped her hands. “You lost your virginity!”

By my embarrassed smile they both knew. He jumped in.

“We thought so because you never stay out that late. Tell us the details. We need to know your experiences. Better to help you out.”

“Well and because we love sex and talking about it” she said grinning. They had a long kiss.

Told them about the two above adventures. They asked a few questions but nothing beyond what is written above. Their questions helped me arrange my thoughts and remember the experiences clearly even now almost forty years later.

“OK so now let’s talk about your Dominatrix porn. When I found your stash looked through all of it.”

Even slightly high my face must have been crimson.

“It excites me. Woman in control. Do not need to worry about what she wants. She makes me do it.”

“Have you gone to a Dominatrix?”

“Oh no Betty would never do that.”

“Going to be hard to get experience if you will not pay for it.”

“I know. But need a real relationship.”

“So married escort fatih to a Domme?” she asked.

“No marriage is really not important to me. Desire a woman who will have a lifelong relationship with me. As long as it is intimate too then that is enough for me. After that whatever she wants.”

That statement would later define slavery am in now.

Randy jumped in with a bunch of very specific questions. What about whipping and spanking? Do you want to lick her feet? Eat her ass? Tied up? How about something public where people will know you are pussy whipped?

Basically it all came down to whatever she wants as long as she uses me sexually.

Betty, the smartest of us, asked me the final few questions.

“Do you realize you never mentioned getting off? You do not want to get off?”

“Want to get off. But guess she decides when and how.”

Slave now knows it is ‘if, when and how.’

Betty continued. “Wow that is very submissive. So you want a woman to own you sexually?”

“Yes.”

“What about everything else? Outside of sex.”

“Will do what ever she wants.”

“So you will do all the shopping, cooking, dishes, garbage, house cleaning, and laundry?”

“Yes whatever she wants.”

Both smiled and Randy said “There has got to be a woman who would love that deal.”

It was 1981 and no Internet. My journey to start slavery would take over 30 years.

In August they moved to NYC for grad school. I stayed back in Syracuse. Visited them most months for a weekend. Occasionally Betty would invite along a single woman when we went out. But nothing happened.

Each year we did our one week hiking camping trip. Different place each time all in New England and NY. They were my anchor.

Drifted through several menial jobs. Degree did nothing to get me a job in the early 80s recession. Settled into my solitary lifestyle. With lot’s of porn and jerking off.

Only social life was through the community choir. Even dated an older, 31, separated woman met there. Lasted for six months. She was definitely into me because I treated her so respectfully. Her jerk husband had walked out cause he found a younger woman.

Sex was OK but she was more the submissive type. Loved me giving her oral but would never ask for it. Guess she was in love with me because I was safe.

But I ended it. Not what I wanted or needed.

Toward the end of 1985 got lucky and found a job with a New York State agency. Helps to be good at taking standardized multiple-choice tests. After probation was working and set financially.

The 1986 annual summer hiking trip was different. Randy called me a few days before the trip and let me know we would be joined by a fourth. Was sad and disappointed. Who was this new friend invading our trip?

Arrived at their apartment late Friday night. After a big hug from Betty and Randy’s powerful handshake they stood aside and introduced me to my trip ‘partner’.

“Wes this is Samantha everybody calls her Sam.”

We exchanged hellos. Betty played hostess and we all sat down for a late night drink.

Sam was stout with a squarish nice looking face. Short curly dark black hair and very pale white skin. She probably outweighed me by a few pounds. Her figure was like a barrel. Big strong arms and shoulders.

Betty did her best to get us talking but both of us said the least we could. Thirty uncomfortable minutes later she brought up the trip.

“Wes trip starts now. Told Sam you are very submissive and she can do as she wishes with you. You are her partner sharing her tent and attending to her needs.”

Sam piped in.

“I am out of shape and not much of a hiker. You will help me.”

“Of course Ma’am.”

She lashed out.

“You think I’m some old woman?”

“No no no trying to be respectful.”

“You failed then.” She had a frown on her face. This was going downhill quickly.

Betty ended things. “Wes you follow her the whole trip. Do as you are told and make sure she has fun and is safe.”

With that Betty and Randy walked into their room hand in hand.

“Come on stupid.” Followed Sam into the guest bedroom. She pointed at the far corner.

“Strip and put your cloths on the floor in the corner. Sit down on the floor at the foot of the bed.” She went out to the bathroom. About 20 minutes later she returned in a nightgown.

“Stand up and face the bed.” She sat on the end of the bed facing me. Grabbed my dick.

“You know you are not going to fuck me right.”

“Yes Samantha.”

“Oh I like that. You always call me Miss Samantha.”

“Yes Miss Samantha.”

“Now let me check you out turn around. Not too bad clench you ass cheeks. Nice and taut good.”

Whack! Her open hand slapped my ass.

“Turn back around. Shut up and listen. No more of your drivel. You need to work out more. Want muscle on my man and no man tits. Need to drop that inch of fat on your stomach. Only fat you should have is in your head already. Legs are not too bad. More muscle wouldn’t hurt though. How are you going to carry me 5 miles if I twist an ankle on a hike? I weigh about 175. Dick is too small. A real man has balls that hang down not that tight little sack you have. Now nod or shake your head no. Is your hard dick 7 and a half inches or longer?” Shook my head no. “Yah didn’t think so. Clearly a pencil dick too.”

PART ONE:

In an alternate universe, Nate’s charges weren’t dropped. His lawyer advised him to stop fighting and take the plea.

In that alternate universe, Nate reported to prison to serve out his two-year term (carefully negotiated, the sentence was much lower than it could have been and his taking it avoided the risk of a jury proving him guilty and sending him away for decades).

In that alternate universe, Nate arrived at the jail with nothing but the clothes on his back. He was strip-searched and made to remove every single article of clothing that he had on.

It was humiliating. Depressing. Awful and unfair.

It was his birthday, but it didn’t much feel like one.

But Nate was Nate. Hyperactive, excitable, energetic and always five steps ahead of the crowd.

He knew he’d get his birthday present. He just had to be patient.

The other inmates didn’t understand his bemused smile and his air of calm acceptance as the guards escorted him to his new digs.

Life in jail is monotonous. That’s the punishment: The tedium. But the boredom is preferable to the alternative, because that’s the flip side of jail: the constant danger. Nate experienced both, his first day there.

His cell was tiny. The toilet was embarrassing. And there was absolutely, positively, nothing to do. He spent his first hours sitting on the tiny cot that was the only place in the world now that was somewhat his. He sat on that cot, staring at the wall, waiting for the hours to pass.

And yet. The other guys saw Nate and thought that he might be something to do. Lascivious glances, lewd comments, Nate found himself surrounded at the cafeteria table when he went to have his first ever dinner in jail.

“What’s your name?” Asked an enormous black man who had decided to start caressing Nate’s inner thigh.

“Nate.”

“I’m Sam. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you in here.” He winked at the crew-cut guy across the table, and crew-cut looked Nate up and down and nodded.

“Yeah, he’ll do. Tonight? Airtight? We’ll welcome you to prison, Nate.”

All the guys at the table started laughing, and Nate just sat there, pretending he couldn’t understand the innuendo, acting like Sam’s hand hadn’t just reached the top of his inner thigh to start cradling his balls. Nate did his best impression of a care-free guy who isn’t supposed to be used as gang-bang fodder on his first night ever in prison.

“C’mon Nate, why so quiet? We’d think you wanted to thank us for our welcome, you goddamn son of a bitch.”

The guy sitting on Nate’s other side, a scrawny white guy who was completely bald, boxed Nate in the head when the guards weren’t looking.

“Yeah Nate, thank us,” insisted bald guy. His fingers started creeping where they weren’t supposed to, too.

Before Nate could even respond, someone else had toppled him out of his chair onto the cafeteria floor. They were on top of him, hitting him, grabbing at him, pummeling him, and the guards were nowhere to be fucking found. escort fındıkzade

Nate kept his calm. Even with all their fucking toying with him, he just waited. But he wasn’t gonna wait much longer. Before anyone could land a punch to his face, he spoke up for the first time since telling them his name.

“You fucking assholes, you better stop right now or you’re gonna miss the night of your life.”

The guys were so startled that they stopped, fists in mid-air, waiting.

The thing is, life is always a game of follow-the-leader. And when it came to gangbangs, Nate was your guy. The other ones were just fucking lemmings and they never knew what was coming.

Quietly, with all eyes on him, Nate said, “You stupid creeps have two options tonight. Yeah, you can pound me. I know I can’t stand up to all you fuckers. But if you do that, you miss out on what will probably the best goddamn gang-bang you’ve ever had. Oh and one of you better smuggle a bowl out of here if you want to be able to have a good time.”

And with that, he picked up his tray, returned the dishes and the utensils, and headed back to his cell. The other guys stood there, standing around, scratching their heads and wondering who the fuck this newbie was and what he meant.

PART TWO

Here’s the thing. I had followed him to the jail. He didn’t see me but I’m pretty sure he knew I would be coming. I saw his non-chalance in the face of doom and I like to think I had something to do with it.

While Nate was getting messed with in the mess hall, I was flirting my way into the guard room, with that seductive innocence that makes most lesser men bend to your will. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes and press my tits close to his face. Well, the blowjob was actually kind of crucial too. That plus the cell phone picture of the guy, fully uniformed, getting blown. At his desk. On the job. Against all rules and regulations. Then came my sweetly veiled threat of job loss, and that was all it took! His extra guard’s uniform was mine. He was even sweet enough to make sure the halls were clear so I could let myself in.

I cinched the uniform in all the right places. It hugged my tits and clung to my ass. I could feel the sex dripping off of me, and I think the whole jail could smell it. It’s probably why those guys got so horny in the first place, because seriously. Nate is fine, or course, but wouldn’t they rather fuck me?

I stayed in the shadows all through that day and waited for lights out. It’s an enormous prison and guards come and go, so the one time a guard did notice me I just nodded and he nodded right back. For all he knew I was a substitute sent over from county for the day.

I wasn’t bored, though. I was horny with anticipation, pussy juices dripping down through my panties onto my newly-acquired guard-whore uniform. I was going to get obliterated tonight and I couldn’t fucking wait.

PART THREE

“Slut, you out there?” Nate whisper-hissed to me through the dark of lights-out. escort levent In response I took out my set of keys and I slipped into his cell. There was one barred window, high up, and the distant city lights provided dim illumination. He took one look at me and grinned. “You filthy fucking whore!” He said to me and my pussy turned into a faucet. “You won’t be needing this anymore…” his hands were all over me, now, ripping off my uniform and tossing it aside. The only thing left was a collar and leash I had worn beneath my clothes, and the shock wand I had smuggled past the guard. I handed it to Nate and got on my knees at his command.

“Let’s inspect you, you dirty slut.” I stayed quite still as his fingers groped me, prodded me, inserted into all of my holes, opening me up. When he saw how wet I was already he grinned again and smacked me with a hand full of my own juices. He smacked my face a second time, just to even it out. My whole body stood at attention, nipples erect, muscles stiff, goosebumps covering me from head to toe. I knew what was coming and I was filled with delicious, terrifying anticipation.

Before anyone could even try to get Nate, they were getting me instead. Naked except for the collar and leash, I slunk into the cells one by one, all of us piling back into Nate’s, until I was surrounded by 15 horny inmates.

“Do any of you assholes have a bowl?” Asked Nate. Crew-cut immediately produced a large salad bowl and Nate nodded approvingly. “Right then, you get first dibs on the whore. Slut, you know what to do.”

I did know what to do. I crawled across the cell on my hands and knees, giving a generous view of my ass and cunt to the inmates sitting behind me. When I got to crew-cut I took his already-bulging cock in my hands and started stroking it. “You better do a good job. He better be ready to blow quick, slut,” hissed Nate. He brandished the shock device at me menacingly and I immediately brought my mouth to the cock, shoving it all the way down my own throat, gagging and drooling over him. The man above me groaned and grabbed my hair with his hands, violently forcing me on him.

When he came it was prolific, and I held the bowl between my hands underneath his throbbing cock, oozing cum into the bowl until I had caught every last drop.

Nate shocked me for a job well done and I had to muffle my shrieks. I could feel the prisoners’ eyes on me, hungry, ready to use, abuse and devour me.

This was a rowdy bunch and their circle didn’t stay a circle for long. Nate started orchestrating the chaos, allowing four or five of them to descend on me at a time, having his way with me too. My throat grew raw and I started to lose count of the men I had pleasured. My ass was sore from being fondled as I blew them. Fingers invaded my asshole and my pussy without mercy, and the bowl got heavier and heavier from all the cum.

When they tired of fingering me they switched to the shocker, and if a guy didn’t cum within thirty seconds of me starting him, I was escort maslak punished harshly. I could smell the burnt skin and could feel my eyes tearing, trying to suppress my howls of pain. Yet still my pussy continued to leak like a broken faucet.

I had to beg, then. Pleading the men to give me their cock, to give me their cum, opening my mouth so that they would spit straight into it until spittle dripped down my face, my carefully applied makeup destroyed, my hair knotted, my body bruised and battered. Still I begged for their cum and thanked them at each turn.

Their cocks were everywhere. In my mouth, up my holes, in my hands. Nate pinched and smacked me, whispering obscenities in my ear, and all of them called me a filthy slut and a rotten whore, amazed that newbie inmate had orchestrated such a to-do.

Finally I reached number 15: Nate himself. He was the most violent of all, tearing his nails into my skin, pulling my hair from the roots and choking me over and over and over until his entire body tensed and he let out a tremendous groan, cumming first into my mouth and then into the bowl, my face smeared with his seed.

After he had recovered, he announced that I was to put on a show.

It took me a while to move. I felt so beaten and bruised I wasn’t even sure that I could. But them men wouldn’t let me be done, least of all Nate.

And so, obediently, I moved to the center of the new make-shift circle, all the guys with their receding dicks still hungry for my performance.

I took the bowl and dipped my fingers into it, bringing up a handful of cum. I managed to let out a sigh of contentment, smearing it on my face, rubbing in into my hair and my tits. I spread my legs wide and poured some more cum on my bald pussy, rubbing my cunt with my hands, moaning in inadvertent pleasure. The men shifted to see my pussy and a few of them reached out to smack me while I performed.

I bathed in the cum, swimming in it, covering myself, and then, finally, scooping it off of my body and down my throat until it was all I could taste. I drank cup after cup of it, gagging and choking, but drinking it until nothing was left in the bowl and the only cum I hadn’t ingested was the stuff that was slowly hardening onto my bruised and naked body.

And that’s when Nate, the king of gangbangs, took hold of my leash as if to quell any remaining notion of control that I may have, and he invited them to release on me.

I became their toilet, the warm piss hitting my body and turning to steam, cleaning me of semen and replacing that with urine, in my hair, my mouth, my eyes, my pussy.

I was a used and abused and rotten little toilet. Their gang-bang whore.

Nate allowed me to have my reward, then, playing with me, teasing me, bringing me to orgasm so many times that that, too, started to become painful.

And then, as the sun began to rise over the prison barricades covered in barbed wire and broken glass, Nate told the guys that the party was over. Bleary-eyed and sex-comaed, they retreated to their cells.

And me? Well, I stayed. The guys traded Nate for me. Under cover of dawn, he snuck out in the same uniform that had smuggled me in, and the guards didn’t care. They’d be invited to the next gang-bang, and Nate’s sentence would be served out by me.

THE END

Chapter – 63 Sister Act.

“It doesn’t sound like he made her cum. Unlike someone.” Yana said teasingly as she stroked my cock up and down.

“yes, it does doesn’t it?” I agreed, thinking it was a bit odd to discuss my parent’s sexual habits after I had just had a nice full on, passionate, rough, fast anal only sex session.

Yana and I kissed and then we snuggled together and fell asleep in each other’s arms, Yana drooling onto my chest as usual.

We both slept well, Yana slept better than me, I slept but it was a broken sleep, thoughts of what Andrew would do if he had the chance, to not only Yana, but also My mum and myself. I decided that Andy was in fact a very troubled induvial.

I was still thinking about that topic, and also about the all anal sex session Yana and I had last night when we woke up.

I woke up first. I was awoken by my mother putting her head into our room.

“Oh, hello sleepyheads. Did you both sleep well?” Mum teasingly asked.

Good morning to you too, mum. And I could ask the very same thing. We heard you.” I teasingly replied back.

“HA, you can talk. Something about living in a glasshouse springs to mind.” Mum answered.

“What do you mean?” I haughtily asked.

“Well, it was a case of if you can’t beat them, join them last night. You two were so loud. What the hell were you doing to Yana?” Mum said.

“Oh, that she gave me a nice treat, because I bought her the locket and ring. All anal last night.” I said.

“Oh yes the locket and ring are beautiful, must have set you back a lot. And all anal? What no pussy at all?” Mum said.

“Yep, no pussy penetration at all. All anal. That’s why she may have been a little bit louder than usual. You know no pussy juices coating me to lube her Der’mo up.” I teased.

“Dermo?” Mum asked.

“Yes Der’mo. Russian for shitter.” I matter of factly replied back.

“Oh, well are you and the anal queen going to get up? And don’t mention your father and I’s little adventure last night. He is still abit embarrassed about it.” Mum said.

“Okay, I was going to let Yana sleep awhile longer and then get her up. Is dad still here?” I said.

“No you missed him by about two minutes. Why?” Mum replied back.

“Oh I had a question about medical school. So how was last night? Want to share?” I asked.

“Oh well wait till he gets back. And share what? You with Yana? Already done. Share your father with Yana? Or share me with your father?” Mum teased.

“No you story last night.” I replied back. Yana made ‘num-num’ noises as she kept sleeping.

“Oh, well come out and I’ll tell you.” Mum said. At that I pulled the sheet across and proceeded to get up. My cock three-quarters at full mast.

“Wow. Morning wood?” Mum asked after she had a gasp.

“Ah, could be. Or the blond queen laying next to me. Or the ginger slut in the doorway.” I teased mum.

“Now enough of that. I am still your mother and I can still spank you, you know. Hmm, I wonder if Yana wants to help me spank you?” Mum said whether she was teasing or not I didn’t know.

I had a bemused look on my face.

“Hmm, wonder if Yana and I should spank you. I know she has spanked you on the backside before.” Mum teasingly said.

“Wha- What?” I stammered.

“Yes she told me. Me and her have no secrets.” Mum matter of factly responded.

“Well, ah. That’s.” I stammered.

“That’s what? Nice to know? Yes I agree.” Mum teasingly answered.

“You could say that.” I said.

“Come on get up. Let Yana have a vzdremnut. She has first period off and after the seeing to, you gave her last night. She could use it. And her Dermo must be pretty sore. I hear you have with Thomas planned.” Mum said.

“Ah yes. And how did you know the Russian for snooze and shitter?” I asked going with the lie that I had an afternoon planned with Thomas. When in actual fact I was receiving my wedding present from Penny and her sister Jeanette. But I couldn’t tell mum in case Yana heard.

“Oh Yana not only tells me about your sex life.” Mum teased before leaving to walk down the hallway.

I kissed Yana on the forehead, she made a num-num noise and didn’t stir. I got up out of bed and joined mum in the dining room.

I sat at the dining table and had breakfast.

Mum continually teasing me about a sex session with Yana last night that had no vaginal penetration at all.

Mum finished breakfast first and went to pack her lunch for school. She reached into the pantry and grabbed a small box of Russian Fudge putting it in her bag.

“Hmm, Russian Fudge. You’d know all about that wouldn’t you?” Mum teasingly and suggestively said.

She then went to get dressed and returned a few minutes later.

“Hey ah mum?” I said.

“Yes?” Mum answered.

“Lay off about the Russian Fudge okay? And did you cum last night? Yana said it sounded like you didn’t.” I assertively said.

“Okay but it is funny, Russian Fudge given the situation and no I didn’t cum at all. Not even close.” Mum said.

“What you ataköy escort wearing underneath?” I asked. Mum was wearing a green short sleeved blouse, a tight knee length straight cut black skirt, black stockings and heels.

“Under this? Absolutely nothing.” Mum answered. Unbuttoning three buttons of her blouse and hiking her dress up so I could verify she was wearing nothing underneath.

“Oh I can see your dear ol mum’s had an effect on you.” Mum teased as she gestured to my rock hard manhood.

I looked down at it and smiled.

“Maybe later, just remember you have Penny and Jeanette to please this afternoon.” Mum teased as she walked past me.

I looked at her puzzled.

“Oh yes I know. So have fun with ‘Thomas’ this afternoon.” She said as she left the house.

Mum went out the door and off to school, somehow it always felt weird saying or thinking that. Off to work, or the office. But school and she was 45. But then her work was a school.

I watched mum drive off. When I was disturbed. By a voice. A familiar voice.

“Privet, dorogaya, ya prospala. I ukho u menya normal’noye.”( Hello Darling, I overslept. And my ear is normal.) Yana said in a drowsy sort of way.

I turned around and walked towards her. She was looking rather scruffy. Wearing only her old, scruffy robe.

“Yes hello petal, we decided to let you sleep in, apparently you have first period off.” I reminded her.

“Oy? YA? YA dumal, chto opozdal i mne prishlos’ toropit’sya. Chert voz’mi, ty deystvitel’no menya podvel proshloy noch’yu. Moya bednaya zadnitsa budet bolet’ yeshche neskol’ko nedel’.” ( Oh? Do I? I thought I was late and had to leave in a hurry. Gosh you really did me over last night. My poor ass will be sore for weeks.) Yana said almost complaining.

“Well you let me.” I said defensively.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed it just maybe we do only anal. We use a bit more lube?” Yana said suddenly changing back into English.

“Yes.” I said. Not wanting to inflame the subject anymore.

Yana just smiled at sat down at the dining table.

“OOH.OOH. Cushion.” Yana said, as she attempted to sit down.

I reached for a cushion that she hurriedly placed underneath her before sitting down. And then I made breakfast.

“U tebya klassnaya zadnitsa. I u menya khoroshiy, tverdyy, muzhestvennyy chlen.” ( You have a nice ass. And I a nice hard, firm, virile cock) Yana teasingly said as I made breakfast in front of her.

I put the breakfast on the table. Just a simple breakfast, toast, cereal and tea.

“Yana you look beautiful this morning. But can we stick to Russian OR English?” I said.

“Thank you for you fine compliment. I don’t feel beautiful this morning and I’m in a funny mood where I flit in and out of languages sorry. But I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed last night. Just should have used some lube. I have not done anal only before and normally my juices provide lubricant. But this time it was so dry. Ah well we know for next time. And it isn’t your fault. But doing anal dry I felt everything. You felt twice as big. But I did enjoy it.” Yana explained.

“Oh.” I just casually said.

“Now I understand you have a thing with Thomas this afternoon. But if you can I would still like to me picked up. If not I will get a ride home with mama. Okay? But can you please just let me know what is happening.” Yana said.

So she knew what was planned sort of. We both ate and chatted while we finished breakfast. Breakfast ended and then I cleared away the dishes.

“Duu, I ma not due at school until ten o’clock. There is something you can do for me before we go.” Yana said.

I stopped doing the dishes and stood by the dining table opposite Yana looking at her.

“You name it love.” I said.

“Goodie. Follow me to the bedroom.” Yana said.

Yana got up and walked around the table, kissed me and then pulled me in her hand back down the hallway to our bedroom.

When we got to the bedroom I followed her into it. She turned around and kissed me. I thought I was getting morning sex.

Yana undid the loose tie belt that was keeping her robe together. And then placed it on the chair.

“You like my lady garden?” Yana asked. Lady garden being what she called her pussy hair.

“Da.” I said.

“Good.” Yana said and then lay down on her stomach on the bed.

She made herself comfortable with a quick pillow rearrangement and then when she was comfortable.

“Duu. In the second drawer of my dressing table there is a bottle of Aloe Vera gel. Could you get it please?” Yana asked.

I walked the couple of steps to Yana’s dressing table and got it out. A big green tube with about 500ml’s of aloe vera gel in it.

I sat on the bed next to her.

“Got it.” I said.

“Good. Have a look at my poor old dermo.” Yana said as she parted her legs slightly.

I had a look. Her asshole, or dermo was indeed looking quite angry.

Red, dry, misshapen. I hate to admit to myself that even though I had enjoyed fucking avcılar escort Yana’s ass, maybe this had been abit too hard.

“Ya khochu, chtoby ty nanes nemnogo gelya Aloe Vera na moyu bednuyu raskolotuyu gadinu, pozhaluysta.” ( I want you to put some Aloe Vera gel on my poor split shitter please) Yana said.

I looked at her.

“Of course my precious jewel.” I said in a rather cuckolded tone.

I reached for the tube of gel and opened the flip top lid. I shook the tube and just as I was about to squirt some on her anus. I was stopped.

“Hmm, before that. Why don’t you open my ass a little wider and give me a good old fashioned lick. Rim my ass like I do yours. Lick it good.” Yana said.

I parted her legs a bit more and moved back abit and knelt down and reached my head forward so my tongue could touch Yana’s red, inflamed anus. I dribbled down onto her anus.

I slowly, gently but deliberately snaked my tongue forward and started to lick her sore, inflamed hole.

I preferred to be on the other side of rimming. But the things we do for love eh? I thought. As I deftly lubed Yana’s tender ass hole tenderly. I poked my tongue in and out of her hole like a snake tasting the air. Then I held it in and licked it around and around, clockwise then anti-clockwise then clockwise again, going in each direction several times. Then I licked it up and down several times.

Yana made several exclamations of ‘Shhh’ and soft gasps as I did so. The kind of reaction like when someone touches your sunburn. I inhaled her ass as I did so.

I was tantalisingly close to her pussy. And I though do I initiate something? I decided to try. So when I withdrew my head up from her ass, and swallowed to make my throat and mouth wet again. When I returned to her rear end I aimed a little bit lower, and tongued her pussy. It was moist so obviously my anal attentions were having an effect.

“Nyet.” Yana angrily cried. As my tongue touched her pussy lips. Leaving in me no doubt as to what she wanted.

I frustratingly brought my tongue back up to her ass and rimmed it again. Several more circuits of round and round and up and down licking and tongue probing. Yana gasping and sighing.

“Spasibo, Duu.” She finally said. And I took a short break.

Yana glanced over her shoulder at me and blew me a kiss, then smiled.

“Aloe Vera now.” She said.

I picked up the tube and gave it a squirt, squirting some of the soothing gel onto my hand. I then rubbed the gel all around and over her anus.

“AAAHHHHHH.” was Yana’s response as the soothing, cooling natural gel hit her sore anus. I rubbed it all over her anus and her crack. Using both hands to do so. Accompanied by a chorus of ‘Ah,AAH and OOOHs from Yana as I did so.

I put some more on my hand and I lubed up my finger and then gently used my gel covered finger to intrude her ass, as I spread it all over the inside of her ass. Yana a small squeal and then went back to a chorus of soothing ‘ah’s and Oh’s’ as I rotated my finger as it was deep inside her most intimate hole. Finger fucking her ass slightly.

I also unexpectedly lowered my mouth down to her ass and started to kiss her ass, literally. I kissed her on both cheeks and the crack, before using my finger to moisturise the inner part of her ass again. I finger fucked her to a cries of ‘Oh and Ah’ when on my second thrust something unexpected happened. Yana farted.

“oy, izvini, za perdezh.” ( Oops, sorry, for the fart.) Yana said rather quietly and in an embarrassed tone.

“That’s all right but you’ll keep you filthy arsed cow.” I sarcastically replied. Before I reached down and felt her pussy. It was soaked. And as I rubbed it, Yana not only moaned but her pussy made squelching noises as well.

I rubbed her pussy furiously for a good five or so minutes.

“Are you getting close?” I asked in a demanding tone.

“Da,Da.” Yana cried out.

The question was rhetorical I could tell by how wet her pussy was she wasn’t far off climaxing. I rubbed her some more and then when her moans got louder and louder and I noticed her stomach muscles start to contract I knew she was close. I rubbed faster.

“Da,Da. Oh Da. Potri menya bystreye, zastav’ menya konchit’ i konchi na tvoyu chortovu ruku.

( Yes. Yes. Oh Yes. Rub me faster, make me fucking cum and cum on your goddamned fucking hand.) Yana cried out. And after a couple more rubs of her over sensitive pussy she bit down into the pillow her head was laying on and let out a muffled scream as she let her womanly waterfall go, and coat my hand in her warm, sticky juices. Before collapsing down with an audible ‘Aaah.’

I lay beside her and kissed her. Small pecks on her cheeks, lip and forehead. She stretched her right arm across and hugged me.

“Duu?” Yana asked me using her pet name for me.

“Da.” I said back.

“Thank you my love. You not only give me incredible sex but are also kind and tender and look after me. I love you more than life itself. And you be a wonderful bağcılar escort husband and father.” Yana said dreamily.

“Spasibo, dorogaya.” ( Thank you Darling.) I replied. Somehow I had started talking in Russian and Yana in English.

“Don’t mention it, But I ama bad wife. You have me orgasm, but I have done nothing for you.” Yana said almost apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re expecting babies or ozhidaniye detey.” I said back as I stroked her hair.

“Oh yes that reminds me. I have an appointment on Monday with Olga. I want you to come.” Yana said.

“Who’s Olga?” I asked casually.

“Oh, Olga is my midwife. She’s from Vladivostok. Janice found her for me. I know a lot of men don’t come to midwife but I want you to. Besides, I can show you off at the sametime.” Yana said teasingly.

“Show me off? What am I a prize winning bull?” I sarcastically replied.

“No, you are my prize winning man, hung like a bull or a horse. And I want to introduce you to the mail order brides group before we get married. You will meet many womens Svetlana’s and Galina’s mothers and many, many more. They all want to meet you. My virile stud of a husband to be.” Yana said teasing as she rubbed my cock.

“How many is there in this group?” I asked.

“If they all come about fifty.” Yana matter of factly replied.

“Oh.” I said back.

“Now lets just lay here and cuddle, and thank you for treating my ass.” Yana said before pecking me on the cheek and then laying on my chest and starting to hum Katyusha.

“You sound happy?” I said.

“Da, Because I am. I have the man I want, need and deserve. I am expecting his babies, and very soon we will be married and living in our own Malen’koye Gnezdo Lyubvi” Yana said as she played with my chest hair.

“Our own little love nest. Yes.” I answered.

We both lay there for a while, just resting. Until quarter past nine, when we got up had a cup of tea and got dressed. I just wore a grey short sleeved shirt and black cargos. Yana got dressed in a white blouse with a mandarin collar, knee length black skirt, black stockings and black small, heeled shoes. She put a red headband on and wore her hair loose and down. She wore her locket, her cherished engagement ring on her right hand and her dearest ring on her left.

“Now just so you hurry home to me, I have a surprise.” Yana said.

“Oh.” I just said.

Yana raised her skirt hem just a little bit and showed a glimpse of her reed satin garter. She then pounced forward at me, embraced me and then gave a long, deep passionate kiss. Before we both walked to the door and got into Shmel. As usual I opened the door for her. Yana rested her right hand on my left thigh and her head on my left shoulder all the way to school.

I dropped her off and she got out, but not until she had given me a passionate wet French kiss.

“Poka-poka.” (Bye-bye.) We both said to each other almost simultaneously.

I watched my beloved walk off into the school. I was just about to back out when I heard a tapping at the window. I wound the window down and saw that it was Penny.

“Hello Penny.” I said.

“Hello Jay, dropping wifey off I see.” Penny said as she leaned into Shmel’s window.

“Ah, Yes. Like always.” I said.

“Good, I have something for you.” Penny said.

I looked at Penny and noticed what she was wearing. She was wearing a white blouse with the top three or four buttons undone. Giving me an ample view of her cleavage. A pair of black office pants, And black shoes. She also had on black rimmed glasses. Her long dark hair was down. It was then I realised who she looked like. Penny was the splitting image of the pornstar Penny Barber.

Penny leaned into thru the window.

“Ooh, is that because of me or because of Yana?” Penny said as she reached down and rubbed my hard cock.

“Pass, maybe it’s neither of you.” I said teasingly.

“Ha. Be like that. Before she reached into her bag and grabbed three things to give to me.

“Right this is Jeanette’s.” Penny said as she handed me a pair of red satin panties. The crotch was wet with I what I assumed was Jeanette’s juices.

“This is mine.” Penny said as she handed me a pair of light blue panties in the same state as Jeanette’s.

“And this is Jeanette’s address be there by one o’clock. And the magic will happen. Oh and by the way. Jeanette was saying this morning she has developed a pissing fetish, so you may get the chance to piss on her. See you soon.” Penny said before kissing me and walking away.

I put the two sets of panties on Shmel’s seats, maybe I will have a feel of them later. I then read Jeanettes address and put the piece of paper in my shirt pocket. Before backing out.

Then I drove home and kept thinking why a woman like Jeanette had a thing for being pissed on. But it wasn’t my place to wonder. Each to their own I concluded.

I got home and brought the two sets of panties inside and got myself a drink. I sat at the communal PC and googled Jeanette’s address. It was about twenty minutes’ drive away from home. A large three bedroom house with a garage. In a very good area. The sort of area that is full of lawyers and politicians.

I stared at the screen, inspecting the panties I had been given. Wondering how my afternoon was going to evolve.

This is a standalone story.

Thanks to Fixer43 for his assistance in refining this story. Do yourself a favour and check out https://www..com/authors/fixer43/works/stories> his stories. Also FreyaGersemi for a final read and polish! See https://.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=7564050″> her stories.

This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but all characters are 18 years old or older. Events, medical and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don’t flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.

As with my other 1x: stories, there is an intro, ‘Who Am I?’ and a concluding ‘For those who like closure’. There is also a ‘If anyone wonders’ where I try to address some things that I think might come up in comments, but it might generate more! But you can skip all of those if you are in a hurry, or don’t care.

Who Am I?

My name is Paula, but most of the story is about Faye, and she will be telling her parts of the story. We are both in our mid-twenties and whist I am slightly taller than her at five eight, (1.7 m) we have similar figures but I am a brunette and she is a blonde.

On similar figures, just imagine fit and curvy, but nothing extreme. More details as and when needed, but you need a seed to populate your imagination.

We have been friends since Secondary School, and even though we went to different Universities, we kept in touch, met up when we could, and went on holidays together. The biggest difference is that I seemed to have a much better sex life than Faye as hers were a succession of a few dates, a night in the sack and then fizzing out. I didn’t quite understand what the problem was as I tended to keep the same guy for a few months until it was clear that we got to the “it’s not you, it’s me” moment. Now we were back in the same town.

One guy I tend to get together with in between is Steve, a bit of an oddball sexually, but totally devoted to giving women orgasms. He is so skilled in pressing all the right buttons, that I’m sure he could get a sex doll to scream its head off.

Part of his skill is that he claims his erection and orgasm are both totally under his voluntary control, that is he only gets either when he decides with his mind, rather than his body being in the driving seat with his mind making suggestions. Or to put it another way, for him, he claims, they are like waving his hand and not like breathing. Whatever I might believe, he can fuck for hours and then come in a second when either he is asked to, or he wants to.

It’s probably some mental trick, but hell he can give me, and other women, a good time in bed when that is all I want. Which is good because in other ways he is very boring with interests in beetles and fungi and which shirt has fewer airmiles and carbon footprint, oh, and ancient middle eastern religion. He makes a lot of money doing something to do with commercial law and patents, but he could buy me solid gold dresses and I wouldn’t want to marry him.

You may wonder how he ever meets women. Well, there are times that women gossip, and he comes highly recommended if that is what you are shopping for. His other oddity is he insists that you have had a recent sexual health check-up and that sex would be ‘bareback’, so birth control was the woman’s responsibility.

What has this to do with Faye? Well as you ask.

The Search for an Orgasm

I got a call from Faye early on Sunday morning, and it was a good thing that I was alone. Actually, it wasn’t that good as my last relationship had fizzled out a couple of weeks ago and I hadn’t found someone to replace Kev in my bed at the weekend. Anyway, back to Faye, she sounded upset so I told her to come over and we would have a chat about men and how useless they were in general, and in bed in particular. It was a guess, but as it was the top topic between us, it was odds on.

Now although we talked about men, Faye was quite shy about sex and so I knew little about what happened between the sheets with her dates, and she had never wanted to know ‘what happens behind closed doors’ when it came to my love life. Now if it wasn’t for the fact that we were friends before sex was invented, I might have insisted, but… well, Faye was Faye.

The doorbell rang and I let Faye in. She went straight to my dining room table, where I had already poured her a coffee and laid out some breakfast pastries. She slumped, head in hands, not her normal self at all. I sat next to her, instead of the opposite as I would normally do. I put my arm across her shoulders and gave her a half hug. “What’s up, chicken?”

She took a deep breath. “Would you say I’m frigid?” She then lifted her head and looked at me, so I would have to be truthful.

“Honestly, Faye, I couldn’t tell you, but who said such a thing?” I tried to sound as caring as I felt, but this is the first time we had ever spoken about ataköy escort sex.

“Jake, the Jerk! Last night he said I was so frigid that when I open my legs a light should come on!”

It took me a moment to understand what she had told me and if it wasn’t so hurtful it might have been amusing. “What a dick! And I suppose he couldn’t give you a decent orgasm either!” I thought putting the blame on him would make her feel better, but she burst out into tears and sobbing.

Between the sobs she managed to speak. “It… it’s… it’s not just him…”

I turned her to face me and pulled her in for a full hug and spoke softly in her ear. “Hey, hey, you’ve got me as a friend, what do you mean?”

She sniffed. “I’ve never had… had an… orgasm.”

I was initially unsure of what I had heard, I couldn’t get my head around the fact that none of her lovers had achieved such a basic part of lovemaking, or even just having sex. “Not even pleasuring yourself?” I had to know if it was just with men or something medical.

“Oh, I can with a vibrator, but I don’t think it’s right so I don’t go too far.”

So, what have we here? I ask myself; shyness and likely something else. “Right, you can be honest with me… what’s the problem when you are with a man?”

She gave me a hug and Faye and I talked. Apparently, the first time she thought she was a bit too drunk, and he was a bit too eager, so it hurt… a lot. As a result, when it comes to making love, she is worried that it’s going to hurt again so she is always tense, and just can’t relax.

Of course, that means she isn’t as receptive as she should be and so, although sex doesn’t hurt, she isn’t comfortable either, the result being that she tends to just lie there. Because of that passive behaviour, her partner doesn’t really get any feedback or feeling that he is appreciated and that tends to be that, ending with the rather cruel comment that tipped Faye over the edge.

I thought about how to help and immediately Steve came to mind. “Faye, I have a male friend who is an amazing lover. He could bring a smile to the Venus de Milo.” Faye looked quizzical. “I could mention your problem to him, and I am sure he would help.”

“When you say friend, he’s not your boyfriend?”

I smiled. “Oh good God no! He’s just someone who I get together with when I need a night of great sex. He never has a permanent partner as I believe he isn’t interested in relationships.” Actually, I’m not sure that is true, but I couldn’t live with him.

Faye looked uncertain. “When you say help, do you mean have sex with me?”

“Yes, that is precisely what I mean. But sex is more than that to him. He takes his pleasure from seeing you have orgasms, and I do mean that in the plural. Having an orgasm for himself is the furthest thing from his mind; even if he has been fucking you for ages.”

She went quiet and I gave her time to think. Eventually she almost whispered as if she was frightened some demon would overhear and jinx her, “If you think it would help, can you?”

I gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “I will and I’ll let you know.” I also filled her in about his need for a health clinic check and in our discussion about where, we agreed it would be at my house and I would be in another room in case she needed me to comfort her. I agreed. But I would need to pass all that by Steve.

Faye and I spent the rest of the evening chatting about other things, work, movies, art and music. Basically, anything but sex.

—-

I rang Steve and started to talk about Faye, but he insisted that we meet up at a Café as he said he needed to see me ‘in the round’ to understand what I wanted. I asked if Faye should be there as well, but he said no.

We met up at the Café and had a long chat. Went from just ordering coffees, to ordering lunch, and Steve seemed to be asking all sorts of questions that would never have occurred to me, like about her preferences in men, education, music, movies and even jokes.

Steve didn’t blink an eye at Faye’s request that it would be at my house or that I would be in the house. When I asked him about that he said, “She’s nervous and doesn’t want to think I would turn up unannounced if I knew her address.” I’d never thought of that, partly because I knew he wouldn’t.

Provisionally we agreed for Saturday night at eight though he would need to ‘make arrangements’, which I thought was odd, as if he didn’t know if he would be free? But we are talking about Steve, and Steve is well, Steve! He also said that Faye wasn’t to have any alcohol that day, which was the opposite of what I was thinking.

—-

Faye came over at six and we were both dressed up as if we were going out for a night on the town, but I suppose that’s a confidence thing.

We had a Chinese Meal for two and Faye was surprised that all we drank was Green Tea, but I told her Steve’s instructions. Luckily, avcılar escort she hadn’t had any alcohol that day. I also checked she had her health report, all clear, as was mine post Kev.

So we sat there a bit nervously, though why I was nervous I have no idea. We had just watched silly game shows on the TV when the doorbell rang at eight, on the dot. I got up to answer it, switching off the TV, as Faye announced she was off to the bathroom, and headed upstairs; must be nerves!

As a result, she didn’t hear my surprise when I opened the door and not only saw Steve, but three handsome looking men behind him.

I was flustered. “Oh, I thought it was just you, Faye might be surprised, to put it mildly!”

Steve was unflappable. “Oh, I’m sure I can explain, if we can come in?” He gave me a quick look from shoes to hair, taking in my low-cut red sheath dress. “By the way you are looking delectable.” I didn’t know what to do, so I decided to trust Steve and let them in, and we went into the sitting room. Steve looked at the empty room and raised an eyebrow. “Is Faye joining us?”

“Yes, she’s just nipped upstairs.” I then wondered if he meant her heath check was clear. “Oh, we are both OK.” I said cryptically.

“As are we. Gentlemen.” And with that Steve then showed the others into the dining room. Just as he closed the door, Faye came back into the room.

She stopped, looked Steve up and down and smiled, he was wearing a jacket and trousers with an open neck shirt. He returned the compliment, taking in Faye’s green satin and lace mid-thigh length dress that showed a lot of cleavage. “Evening Faye, nice to meet you, please be seated. You as well, Paula.” Faye shot me a glance as if to say, ‘is he always like this, or is something going on?’

I rolled my eyes to say ‘yes’ but realised that wasn’t much help. Before I could say anything, Steve looked at Faye and started to address her, but I was included. “Faye, Paula has explained your predicament, and I have carefully considered your needs. It seems you have been poorly served by the men in your life and I intend that will be amended. Now, I know what Paula had in mind, but whilst I am certain that I could give you the pleasure you deserve, your needs would only partially be addressed.”

Faye actually raised her hand, like we were in a class, and Steve nodded. “Er, why only partially?”

“Because, Faye, you would only know that I could give you that pleasure, so your next encounter could, or probably would, result in your learnt behaviour reasserting itself.”

Faye looked disappointed and I thought it sounded like he was backing out, but I wondered what the three men in the dining room were about. “So, what you are saying is this will be a waste of time.”

“For me to be with you for the evening, my beautiful and sexy Faye, would never be a waste.” With that flattery, she smiled and looked a lot happier. “But I think, or rather I know, that I have a better plan. One that will give you the freedom to enjoy yourself in any male company and not just mine.” Now Faye looked puzzled again.

He continued. “To that end, may I introduce Andrew, he is a fan of psychological thrillers, both film and fiction.” And with that the dining room door opened and a tall dark-haired man came in, dressed like Steve, but minus the jacket and shoes he had on earlier, and walked up to Faye who stood, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek before standing to her right side. She shot me another worried look, but I smiled and stood to give her moral support.

Steve spoke again. “Also, may I introduce Barry, a fan of Banksy and modern representative street art.” He was slightly shorter and had blonde wavy hair, a trimmed moustache, and did the same, but kissed the other cheek and stood on the other side. Faye seemed both nervous and excited. Again, he was minus the jacket and shoes.

“And Finally, Charles.” He strode into the room, looking tall and lean, brown hair with a touch of grey at the temples, so older than the other two but dressed the same. “Charles is a fan of Classical Music.” In contrast to the others, he put his hands on Faye’s shoulders and leant in for a kiss on the lips that lingered for quite a while, until he stood back to the right of Andrew.

“Now I suggest we all sit here for a while and get to know each other before you gentlemen take Faye to the guest bedroom, and I take Paula to hers. Faye, Paula will be on hand if you need her, so don’t worry. Gentlemen, as I have already told you, tonight is all about Faye, so her wishes are your commands and I am sure you will not fail her, or me, in this sacred trust.” Faye might not have seen, but they gave Steve a small nod and smile in acknowledgement of his instructions.

And with that, he led me to the two-seater settee whilst Faye sat between Andrew and Barry, with Charles facing her on a footstool. Actually, as soon as they bağcılar escort were seated, Steve led me to the kitchen where we filled six wine glasses from the two chilled wine bottles he had brought in without me noticing. I raised an eyebrow as he had said ‘no alcohol’. “It’s alcohol free, but the effect on the mind will be similar without any effect on the body. The important thing is Faye doesn’t know now, but later you must tell her so she knows it was all her and not the wine.” We returned to the lounge and handed out the ‘wine’ and already Faye was chatting happily with the three men like they were old friends.

I was sitting with Steve, his hand on my knee, but heading north, when he observed. “Faye seems to be at ease, I suggest we drift away to give them some privacy as things might develop before they move to the bedroom.” I merely nodded and we stood and quietly went out of the room and upstairs. I was surprised that Faye didn’t seem to notice and also seemed so relaxed with three men sitting around her who had the mandate to have sex with her.

As we entered my bedroom, Steve left the door open, as he had from the living room to the stairs explaining that. “It is in case you are called, but I don’t think you will be. However, Faye will notice the doors and be reassured.”

Faye

As Paula had told me, he was an odd fish and his introducing his three friends like they were some sort of act, fitted with that. Clearly, they had been both selected and briefed on my interests, which was reassuring. However, apart from being some pleasant company, I couldn’t see it getting sexual as, outside of porn, I doubted three men would get naked together; well not ones interested in a woman.

I didn’t know what this wine was, but it was very nice with a bit of a kick, and I felt myself relaxing. The men were charming and quietly flattering so even their hands on my thighs seemed unthreatening. Now I had really enjoyed the kiss with Charles, but he was sitting opposite me so no chance of him getting another.

Our conversation ranged over the latest Banksy works and another artist I hadn’t heard of, W B Paul, then the use of Classical Music in films, leading to the latest slasher movie. Andrew asked. “What about the scene where the blonde is kissing the hero like this?” And with that he turned my face to his and, in the spirit of recreating the movie, we started a French kiss. It was really nice, and Charles gallantly took my empty glass off me. Just at the point I was getting lost in it, Barry’s hands suddenly were around my midriff and I jumped and let out a cry… just like in the movie.

He must have lowered the long zip down my back as the shoulder straps were halfway down my upper arms and my dress was in danger of dropping off my breasts. As I recovered from the shock, my mind reasoned that I had three choices: leave things alone, which would trap my arms; put the straps back over my shoulders, which would signal the end of play; or free my arms and just let things develop. I chose the last one.

Part of my rationale for this were my thoughts that ‘of course the men wouldn’t get naked together’ and ‘tonight is all about Faye, so her wishes are your commands’. It would just be me getting seriously touched up by three very nice guys.

So I freed my arms from the dress, the top fell to my waist, leaving my breasts, or rather bra, visible. Now my bra was a nice lacy emerald green, so I didn’t feel self-conscious about it being on display, though the thought that three men could see me made my nipples swell. I turned to Barry and decided to give him a kiss, to get a comparison with Andrew and Charles, both different but both nice, and his moustache tickled.

As I was kissing him, his hands on my waist above the crumpled cloth of my dress, I felt Charles gently lift up my feet and remove my shoes, giving my feet a nice massage. That sensation seemed to send a message up to that spot between my legs. Andrew was gently kissing across my shoulders when I felt the pressure on my breasts lessen as he must have unhooked my bra. The pressure was replaced by his hands, firstly cupping my twins, and then gently teasing my nipples. That definitely sent a message down between my legs and I wondered quite how wet I was getting. My arms were not idle, mostly stroking arms or chests and backs of heads as the mood took me.

Charles’s foot massage started to become a leg massage, gently stroking along my holdup stockings and caressing behind my knee with surprising effect. This caused my legs to jiggle excitedly with more messages to my sex as his hands continued their journey towards the hem of my dress.

Now between kisses with Andrew and Barry, they were lightly massaging, or just stroking, my tits, arms, chest and tummy, whilst kissing my neck and shoulders. My whole body was tingling with excitement and expectation.

I hadn’t realised it, but the fingers of my right hand were picking at Andrew’s shirt buttons. Then I felt him unbuttoning them so that my hand had access to his warm firm chest. He kept working the buttons loose and in moments he had freed himself of his shirt and my hand traced along his bare arm, feeling the muscles moving as he pleasured me.

When my wife, Anna, and I bought our first house together, we were ecstatic. It was nothing much really: three bedrooms, two baths, and an incredible view of the Rocky Mountains. Although we weren’t officially moving in until the weekend, we couldn’t wait for our furniture to arrive, so we decided to camp out on the living room floor the night before.

We planned it all out. We arranged sleeping bags, blankets, and what seemed like 100s of pillows on the floor. Then we scattered scented candles throughout the house. We bought a few bottles of expensive red wine and I prepared my famous gourmet pizza. But as it turns out, the most important thing we brought over that night was Anna’s close friend, Amanda. The two had been close friends since high school, and since Amanda was the Realtor who found the house for us, we thought it appropriate that she share our first dinner at our new home.

Anna and I arrived ahead of Amanda to make sure the scene was set. When we opened the front door, I kissed my wife’s luscious lips, lifted her into my arms, and crossed the threshold. A couple years at the gym and a very trim wife made the move smooth, gentle, and easy enough for me to slide a hand under her short skirt to caress her soft inner thigh.

She giggled and slapped my chest, chastising me. “Watch it. You’re going to drop me or I’m going to drop the wine.” Despite her words, her smile and the twinkle in her eyes told me she appreciated the romantic gesture.

Once inside, Anna busied herself lighting the candles while I chilled the wine and put the pizzas together before putting them in the oven. My task done, I leaned against the wall and watched my wife finish up her work. Since we had decided to dress up for the occasion, she was wearing a revealing black skirt and a silk blouse, unbuttoned just enough to give a hint of the curves beneath. And despite being 5’5″, she had plenty of curves. Tight, tan legs, a wonderful ass, and more than a handful in the breast department. Throw that together with silky, straight brown hair and crystal blue eyes, and you’ll understand part of the reason I married her.

I walked to her and placed a hand on the small of her back. She turned and we kissed. I allowed my tongue to linger in her mouth, enjoying the subtle taste of watermelon gloss on her lips. My hands wandered down to the curve of her shapely ass. She gasped.

“James, stop that. Amanda will be here in a few minutes,” she said, trying to pull away but not really putting much effort into it.

“That gives us just enough time,” I teased.

She acted offended for a moment, then let her moving palms come to rest on my crotch. “You naughty boy,” she whispered, her fingers teasing my hardness. We kissed deeply again as fingers unzipped my pants. She reached in and began to massage my cock. “If you like that, honey, wait until you feel my tongue,” she teased.

I pulled her closer, kissing her neck and allowing my cock to press against her center. That’s when the doorbell rang. “We’ll continue this later,” I sighed, slightly upset as I moved to the door.

But any bad feelings I had about the interruption were put to rest when I opened the door and saw Amanda standing on our porch. She wore nothing more than a tank top and running shorts. Her ample breasts were not hidden at all under the flimsy bahçelievler escort top, and her shapely legs ended in adorable bare feet.

“Sorry, I didn’t have time to change at the gym,” she said, nodding to her bag, “I’ll change inside if that’s okay.”

Anna and I welcomed her into our house. But instead of letting her change right away, our excitement got the better of us. We poured some wine and showed her around the house, pointing out what we planned to do with each room. All the while, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Amanda’s shapely, athletic body.

The tour ended in the kitchen, just in time to remove the pizza and pour another round of wine. “I’m so happy for you two,” Amanda said. “The house is perfect. But it looks like dinner is ready, so if you don’t mind, I’ll take a shower really quick and change.”

As Amanda showered, Anna and I made our way into the living room and knelt down on the pillows, snuggling together. After a few kisses, I was ready to take up where we had left off. Anna slid off my shirt, and I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, placing tiny feather kisses all over her breasts and stomach. I slowly lowered her to the makeshift bed.

“Stop, James. What about Amanda?” she insisted half-heartedly.

“Don’t worry. She’s in the shower. We’ll know when she gets out,” I said, not really concerned with anything other than my wife’s soft skin.

“Okay,” she moaned, “But we quit the second we hear the water stop.”

As I moved over her body, her hands found my back. She knew I loved when she clawed at my back while we fooled around, especially when I was busy pleasing her. I was totally getting into our kisses, not to mention the licking and touching of my wife. I was oblivious to everything else, when I heard her whisper through her moans.

“You think she’s beautiful, don’t you?” she asked.

“What?” I asked, barely missing a beat, now focusing my attention on her very supple left breast.

“Amanda. I saw the way you looked at her when she showed up.” Anna was gasping with pleasure as she spoke.

I didn’t know what to say. I was caught. Busted. The idea of fucking her best friend had run through my mind many times, and I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, lie to my wife and ruin the moment, so I didn’t say anything. Instead, I flicked a tongue over her nipple, making it stand at attention before I gently sucked it into my mouth.

“She is hot, isn’t she? I know she is. All the guys like her. Don’t worry, I think she’s very beautiful, too, but I just need to know if you want her,” she said with quickened breath, clearly nervous about my thoughts for her friend, yet overcome with the sensations caused by my touch.

I leaned back on my knees, halting the use of my mouth but continuing to massage her stomach and hips with my hands. “Anna, I think she’s attractive. And yes, I’ll admit, I’ve fantasized about her. She’d probably be fun. But honey, I want you, not her, and that’s all that matters.” Our eyes met and she smiled. With that, I undid her skirt, leaned forward, and ran my tongue lightly over her skin as my hands caressed her thighs. A devilish smile crossed my face when I found she wasn’t wearing underwear. I slid my hands between her legs and grabbed her thighs at the crotch, then slowly spread her legs. bakırköy escort

Her hands found my head, and she pressed me closer to her. My tongue found her newly shaved pussy. I lapped at her wet lips, almost becoming light headed from the intoxicating aroma and slightly tangy taste of her sex.

“Oh, god, James,” Anna said between gasps. “Please. Tell me what you fantasize. Tell me what you imagine when you dream about Amanda.”

I disregarded what she said, chalking it up to some kind of weird sex talk, but as I lightly pulled her lips into my mouth, she asked again. “Tell me your fantasy, James. Do you imagine fucking her? Or maybe she’s sucking your cock.”

Hearing my wife talk about her friend totally grabbed my attention. I attacked her pussy, lapping up her juices frantically. “Does the idea turn you on, James? Do you want me to watch you fuck her? Or maybe…oh God…oh…maybe I’m with her and you watch.”

I was so hard, I felt like I was going to explode right there. Instead, with her words dying on her lips, my tongue brought Anna to an amazing climax. Her back arched, her hips thrust forward, and she gasped for air.

As Anna’s breathing calmed, I heard a sigh come from behind us, and I suddenly realized the shower was no longer running. Anna and I both turned to see Amanda, wearing only a towel around her torso, staring at us with wide eyes. We fumbled around, trying to cover ourselves.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in on you guys, but, wow, you two are so hot together,” she said. At first I thought she was blushing, but I soon realized her cheeks were red with excitement. “I just needed a hair dryer, but that was much better.”

I reached for my shirt, trying to reclaim some composure, when my wife lay her hand on my arm and said, “Hold on, James. Now’s your chance.” Anna gestured to Amanda and smiled. To her she said, “James tells me he’s attracted to you, and he was just about to tell me his favorite fantasy about you.”

She moved closer and let her fingernails trace lines over my chest. “So what will it be, James,” she whispered. “Are you going to fuck her, or am I?”

Unfortunately, words escaped me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My cock had never been harder.

“Oh, cat got your tongue?” My wife asked, teasing me. “Well, why don’t we start things off until you make up your mind.”

She stood, allowing her blouse and unbuttoned skirt to fall to the floor. Amazingly, Amanda met her half way. They hugged and began kissing. It was the most erotic scene I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. Their lips parted and their tongues seemed to dance. Amanda’s hands roamed over Anna’s bare back, while Anna’s slowly removed her friend’s towel.

Their naked hips pressed against each other. Amanda’s hand found Anna’s ass, and she pulled her even closer. I leaned back, bulging out of my pants. I couldn’t help but unzip my fly and start stroking my hard cock.

My wife took her friend’s hand and led her to me. “Oh dear, let us help you with that,” she said, seeing me rub my cock. They both knelt beside me. Anna gestured to my cock, and Amanda reached for it. For the first time in four years, another woman began stroking my dick. Within seconds, I was close to climax, and my wife knew it. “Please, suck him for me,” she said. beşiktaş escort Amanda didn’t hesitate.

I lay back and let the sensations take over. Anna caressed her friend while Amanda’s lips moved over my cock. She teased the tip with her tongue, then took me in her mouth again, sucking gently and bobbing up and down from the base to the tip. She was an expert. Any thoughts of lasting all night vanished when her fingertips found my balls and her mouth sucked eagerly on my shaft.

Amanda accepted my cum, taking it all in her mouth and swallowing with a smile. She licked the tip, cleaning me of my last drop of cum. “Thank you for that,” she said to Anna.

Anna leaned forward and they kissed again, sharing me. Without breaking their embrace, the two lay on the bed of pillows. Anna moved over her friend’s body, placing kisses gently on her breasts, nipples, ribs, and stomach, working down to her pussy. Amanda raised her knees and spread her legs. My wife’s tongue started working on her friend’s wet lips, bringing moans and gasps out of Amanda. I watched, already hard again, as Anna’s hands continued to rub Amanda’s thighs while her mouth worked what could only be called magic. Amanda’s hips were gyrating, and the moans grew louder.

I knew she was going to reach orgasm soon. All because of my wife’s mouth and tongue. Her first time licking pussy, and it appeared she was already an expert. But before she brought her friend over the edge, she looked up and licked her lips. “James, I want you to finish her off. I want to watch you fuck her.”

“Hurry James,” Amanda sighed. “I need it now. Please.”

Amanda rolled over and got on all fours, giving me an amazing view of her upturned ass. I reached for her hips and pulled her to me, sliding my cock inside her very wet, very warm pussy. I started out slow, setting a rhythm. As I began to thrust deeper inside, I moved faster. Anna and Amanda both began telling me to go faster, deeper.

I didn’t deny them. I pounded harder and deeper into Amanda’s sweet pussy, and she rocked back and forth, accepting me with all her might. Anna slipped her hand underneath us. I could feel her fingernails caress my cock as I slid in and out of her friend.

I was getting close to cumming for a second time when Anna whispered, “I want you both to cum. Cum for me.” With one final, deep thrust, I came, exploding just as intensely as the first time only moments before. But I wasn’t alone. Amanda screamed out as she reached an explosive orgasm. When her legs and hips began to quiver, I slowly pulled out, my cock covered with her and me.

Anna leaned forward and licked my cock, then moved to lick her friend one last time, tasting us both together. Amanda rolled over onto her back and looked into Anna’s eyes. She opened her arms wide and Anna slid into them. They kissed deeply again, and smiled, then turned to me, inviting me into their arms.

“Soon, it’ll be your turn,” I said to Anna, holding her close.

“Not tonight, honey,” she said. “You made me cum earlier, and that’s good enough for me. You’re all I want, but maybe I’ll want you again after Amanda leaves.”

We all laughed and held each other close. We stayed in each other’s arms for sometime, but eventually we dressed and made our way into the kitchen for more wine and some food. I was already thinking back on the events of the night, savoring them, putting them in my memory so I could call them up later. But I also knew once was not enough. I had to have this again. But maybe next time, I’d find a way to surprise my wife, and see if I’m indeed enough for her.

Zach has planned Melinda’s birthday weekend, which she’s excited about. They are going to a concert, and he reserved a room in Chicago. But he has another surprise.

She has always wanted a threesome. They discussed which of the inner circle of their people they would ask. She always thought Derrick would be someone she would like to share the experience. Zach made the arrangements with Derrick, and he is all for it.

Zach knows she will enjoy him since he has seen Derrick in the shower after their workouts. He has an athletic build, and he has a long, thin cock, with a large head.

Zach and Melinda are in their hotel room, getting ready for their evening dinner plans. Melinda is drying off from her shower, as Zach opens the bathroom door.

“Oh God!” Melinda is startled at first.

“Do I look that bad?” Zach says laughing, standing naked in the doorway.

“No. I was off in my little world.” She chuckles.

“Are you ready for tonight?”

“I am! You and Derrick better be ready to worship me.”

“Oh really? How do you know?”

“I ran into Derrick at the store, and he slipped and told me about the surprise.”

“Damn! I guess…surprise!” Zach replies in a teasing tone. He walks up to her, and without a word, he picks her up and sits her naked body on the large sink.

“WOW! I wasn’t expecting that.”

Without hesitation, Zach scoots her hips forward, gazing at her large, tan butterfly-shaped lips. He skips any of their usual foreplay. He spreads her legs wide to give her a perfect view to watch. Melinda leans back against the mirror and enjoys the stimulation of Zach’s tongue.

“Ohhhhh…..are we starting without Derrick?” She softly asks.

No response. He continues his tongue dancing over her clit, spreading her lips for his tongue to go inside her. She lets out several loud moans and heavier breathing with each passing minute. He plays with one of her hard nipples, while she plays with the other. Her eyes closed delighting in his oral talents, as he inserts two fingers inside her. Finger fucking her deep and hard.

Several minutes pass. She looks down to watch him tease her hardened nipple, and watch his tongue on her engorged clit. Her body tenses with her hands guiding his head to that pleasurable spot.

“Oooohhhhhh…..”. She says loudly. Her body shakes, as an orgasmic wave flows through her body. She grabs Zach’s hair and pulls him up and, she kisses him. Enjoying the taste of her juices from his lips.

Suddenly, they are snapped back from their sensual moment, by a loud knock at the door. Zach helps her to her feet.

“Be right there.” As he walks to the door.

Zach peaks through the peek hole and it’s Derrick. Zach lets him in, greeting him naked at the door. Derrick looks at Zach’s hard cock.

“Excited to see me huh?” Derrick chuckles.

“Of course.” He laughs.

“Thanks for meeting and making Melinda’s birthday awesome and a memorable experience. She is looking forward to this.” They walk in past the closed bathroom door, towards the couch.

Derrick smiles, “Are you kidding? I’m thrilled! I have always thought she is sexy as hell and wanted to fuck her. And I’m jealous your friendship has the added benefits.”

“Hi, Derrick! I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” Melinda smiles as she walks naked out of the bathroom, her nipples hard and her face flushed from her warm-up session with Zach.

“Hi, Melinda!” He scans her body-her long hair, D-size breasts with long, large nipples, smooth pussy, and beautiful tanned skin. His cock springs to attention.

“I am glad you are here. I want a good hard fuck. Both of you get over here now.” Melinda demands with her both fingers pointing toward the floor near her.

Both quickly obey her and stand next to her.

“Derrick, I want to fındıkzade escort see what you have because Zach tells me you have a nice cock. So lose those pants now.” Melinda drops to her knees in front of Derrick, watching him quickly fumble

to drop his pants to his ankles.

“This looks very nice.” As she runs her hands over his briefs feeling him grow in her hand.

“Thanks, Zach.” Derrick turns red as he looks at Zach, smiling.

She quickly yanks his briefs to his ankles. Helping him remove his pants and underwear. His cock springs towards her face. Derrick’s long, thin cock jets out of his long dark pubic hair. Zach’s cock is thicker but shorter than Derrick’s. She enjoys the sight of both cocks, which is making her pussy very wet in anticipation.

“Zach, you are right. I do like his cock. That’s a very large tip.” She runs the tip of her index finger over his tip, causing his cock to twitch.

Derrick enjoys her touch closes his eyes, and breaths in deep. She sees his reaction, and she grabs his cock and strokes it a few times. Zach watches in enjoyment, as he slides his hand over his cock, watching them.

“Yes, his tip is nice, and I figured you would like it,” Zach replies, as he watches her hands sliding over Derrick’s long shaft.

Derrick opens his eyes and smiles at Zach in appreciation. He lets out a deep moan, as her fingers slide from his shaft to the tip.

Melinda moves in front of Zach, as his anticipation builds. Derrick watching excites Zach. She takes Zach’s cock and looks at Derrick, as she strokes Zach’s hard cock.

“Derrick, you like watching me stroke his cock?”

“Yes, I do.” Stroking his cock, while he is a spectator.

“Come here.” Melinda gestures to Derrick. He obeys.

Melinda is on her knees, staring at their cocks.

“You know, I plan on being pleased by both of you. Don’t either of you dare weasel out of my satisfaction. After all, let me remind you, it is my birthday.” She smiles, as she strokes their cocks.

“You will be satisfied!” Derrick says in a smiling, confident tone.

“Good! Now, come closer.” She touches their tips together, as she runs her tongue over both. Melinda is enjoying their cocks touching, as her tongue enjoys their taste. She takes each one in her hands and strokes them, their tips still touching the other.

“You know, we are hard and ready. Who do you want to fuck you first?” Derrick asked eagerly, hoping he would be first.

“Well, I normally would suck you both, Zach has me primed…”

“Just go ass up, face down on the bed. Derrick, give her your cock first.” Zach impatiently interjects. Zach’s raging hard cock is straining wanting to cum.

Melinda quickly obeys, with the forceful help of Zach. Her glistening bald pussy is right there in front of Derrick.

“Nice ass and wet pussy!” Derrick says, slapping her ass a couple of times, as he slides slowly in her.

“Mmmmmm….you feel good.” Her eyes shut, enjoying the entry of his full length.

Zach stands in front of Melinda, watching Derrick filling her pussy, while playing with her long, hard nipples. He slaps her a couple of times on her ass.

“Ya! Slap my ass and get in front of me,” Melinda demands Zach, as he slaps her ass twice on each cheek.

“Derrick, she likes her ass slapped.” Derrick swats her hard, which makes her flinch.

“Very nice!” She gasps after his hard slap. Both their hand prints redden her ass.

Obeying her order, Zach brings his cock closer to her. Enjoying watching Derrick’s hands grab her hips and thrusting hard. Their bodies slap together, louder with each thrust.

Melinda takes Zach’s cock in her mouth. He grabs her long hair and starts to thrust inside her mouth. Melinda shuts her eyes, enjoying the feeling of levent escort both inside her.

“Mmmmmm….mmmmm….” Melinda gives her audible pleasure, releasing Zach’s cock from her mouth to stroke him.

“Derrick sounds like she is enjoying you pounding her pussy.” His balls slapped against her ass.

“Good! I’m enjoying her pussy.” He says breathlessly.

Suddenly, Derrick quickly lifts her and throws her on her back. She gives a shocked look.

He enters her again and places one leg on his shoulder, the other wide open to the side. Both Zach and Melinda enjoy watching him enter her.

“Melinda, his cock looks wonderful going inside you.”

“It feels good.” She mumbles, shutting her eyes and enjoying the moment.

Derrick starts thrusting inside her hard and deep. Both grunted like animals with the ferocious thrusting. Their bodies slapping together, as they fuck each other loud and hard.

Zach doesn’t interrupt them, enjoying watching Derrick’s cock slide in and out of Melinda. He watches for now, stroking himself.

As Melinda reaches Zach’s cock to stroke it, her eyes shut, as her body takes every thrust.

Her body tightens, and her pussy clamps around Derrick’s thrusting cock. She loudly moans as she cums. Her pulsating pussy milked his cock, causing him to shoot his load in her.

“Oooohhhhh Goooodddd!” She screams, and Derrick grunts loudly as he cums.

“Zach, your turn.” Derrick pulls out and lays next to her head, catching his breath.

Zach quickly stands at the edge of the bed, watching Derrick’s cum ooze out of her. He grabs her legs and slides her closer to the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs wide open, bending her legs back toward her. She grabs her legs to help hold them back, increasing her view of Zach’s thick cock sliding inside her inch by inch. Both let out a moan, as he places his hand on her throat.

“Derrick, I want to feel your cock tip in her throat.” Zach starts to thrust into Melinda, waiting to feel Derrick in her throat.

Derrick straddles her face, as Melinda eagerly takes him in her mouth. His tip goes deep into her throat.

“That’s it. Good girl taking him in.” Derrick slowly slides up and down in her mouth and throat. She enjoys feeling both cocks filling her. Her hands take Derrick’s ass and help him up and down in her mouth.

“Damn, that’s hot!” Zach says as he feels Derrick tip in her throat. This brings their arousal to a heightened level.

Zach begins to thrust hard into Melinda’s pussy. Her body absorbs his hard thrusts, as he fingers her clit. Her excitement has grown with both cocks in her, as it doesn’t take long before her pussy clinches around Zach tight, and her full mouth lets out a loud moan.

Derrick pulls out of her mouth, as he watches her body shake from the orgasm flowing through her.

She gasps, “I want to watch you suck each other. I have wanted to watch two guys enjoy each other’s cock.”

Surprised, both guys look at each other in apprehension. Neither thought they would be sucking the other’s cock, but it was her birthday and her wish. Zach shoves Derrick on the bed and takes his long cock as far as he can take him.

Surprised by Zach’s forcefulness, Derrick grabs the back of his head to force his cock, into Zach’s mouth.

Melinda plays with her clit, watching Derrick thrust hard into Zach’s face. She is extremely turned on watching how enthusiastic they are about her request.

After several minutes, Derrick is about to cum. She wants to see how Derrick takes Zach’s thick cock. She has always enjoyed taking his girth and wondered if another man would appreciate his thickness.

“Switch! I want to watch Derrick take Zach.” As she smiles, her zealous fingers continue to play with her pussy. She takes maslak escort three fingers inside her soaking, aching pussy, while her other hand parts her lips to make her sensitive clit more accessible to her finger.

They switch, and as Derrick positions his head over the edge of the bed, he tacks Zach. Melinda stops playing and puts her hand on Derrick’s throat.

“Zach, fuck his throat. I want to feel your cock in him.” He guides his cock into Derrick’s black-bearded mouth. He fills Derrick’s mouth and throat. To the point, Derrick gags at first. Then he takes Zach’s raging cock deep inside. Both of them are grunting, as Zach pounds Derrick’s mouth. Melinda enjoys the feel of Derrick’s full throat.

“Damn! He knows how to suck a cock.” Zach breathlessly replies, as he continues his hard thrusts. Several minutes pass before her fingers give her an intense squirting orgasm.

“Ok, I want your cum. Don’t waste it with each other. Zach lay down.” She says regaining her composure.

Zach quickly falls back on the bed. She hops on him and starts to ride him hard. Bouncing hard on Zach, he meets her with several hard thrusts into her. Zach looks at Derrick lying and watching him stroke his cock. He enjoys being a part of a voyeur, which heightens Zach’s arousal even more.

Melinda clinches her body around Zach, as she cums again. She falls off Zach, and he grabs her and begins fucking her again. Derrick brings his cock to her mouth, and Melinda grabs it to suck him off.

It doesn’t take long as Derrick cums again. Melinda takes every drop of cum he gives her, as Zach’s balls continue to slap against her.

Zach is about to cum. He stops before pulling out. Grabs her and helps her to her feet.

“Bend over.” Melinda complies with him. Her hands rest on the bed, while he takes her from behind standing.

“Please give it to me hard! I need another good hard pounding.”

He pulls her hair back towards him, as she looks at him, “I will fuck you until we cum. Then Derrick is going to continue fucking you until you cum. Derrick, keep stroking that cock hard.”

Derrick lying by Melinda’s face, as she watches him stroke his cock hard again, while Zach pounds her aching pussy.

Melinda feels Zach’s body tighten, and she turns around to take him in her mouth. She greedily sucks his cock. His body convulses with a hard orgasm, as his cum shoots in her mouth. She licks her lips and enjoys the cum he missed getting in her mouth.

“Derrick.” Zach motions to Derrick to take his turn, as he catches his breath.

She lies on her back, as she watches Derrick slide inside her. Her face shows her pleasure. Zach stands over them watching, stroking himself. Derrick’s intense thrusting into Melinda’s already-soaked hole makes Zach hard. He is enjoying watching Derrick go deep and hard into Melinda, as she lays with her eyes shut enjoying his hard pounding.

Melinda starts to tighten. She feels an intense orgasm taking over her body, as her pussy clamps around Derrick’s cock. His cock pulsates his warm cum inside her.

“Damn! I enjoyed the tag team.” Melinda says as she lies on her back, catching her breath.

Zach immediately dives into her pussy to savor their mingled juices. She grabs his hair, pushing his eager tongue into her soaking pussy. She loudly moans.

He takes her pussy with his tongue, as Derrick sucks on her nipples. Zach looks up to watch Derrick eagerly suck her nipples. Going back and forth, for several minutes.

“Daammnnnn! I’m going to cum again!” Melinda screams, pushing his face hard into her pussy, before moving away from him. Panting hard, catching her breath.

“Too much for you? ” Zach asks with his face full of cum and pussy juice.

“I have cum several times. I’m pretty sensitive.” She gasps.

“How about we go have dinner and celebrate your birthday?”

“Can I have you boys for dessert?”

“Hell ya!” Derrick loudly exclaims.

They take a few moments to revel in the moment and take their time getting ready to celebrate Melinda again. She is ready for more shenanigans later.

Part One – Emma

Breakups are never fun. Mine was especially bad. I thought my boyfriend was kind and loving, but when stress hit our relationship, I discovered that he was a fraud, and not the man for me, so I dumped him.

My trip to Hawaii was designed to get my mind and body as far away from home and him as possible. I needed to clear my head and leave the past behind. I figured a tropical paradise just might do the trick.

Summer is usually hot, brown and dry where I come from. Where I landed was anything but. They call the island of Kauai “The Garden Isle” because it’s so green. I noticed it as our plane flew near the island – green covered everything except the black lava rock cliffs at the ocean’s edge.

The air felt warm and humid when I walked out to baggage claim. Palm trees swayed in the wind and random chickens shared the sidewalk on the way to my rental car. It was cute, these mama hens leading their chicks through the people and their baggage.

I saw more green as I drove to the sunny southside of the island. Green ferns grew up the trees and the signposts – totally obscuring some of them.

I got settled at the Grand Hyatt. “Grand” is a good word to describe the place. There were huge, vaulted ceilings, bamboo fans turning slowly over open-air seating in the foyer, and an exquisite view of the blue Pacific Ocean. My room was equally as sumptuous, with a small living room and two bedrooms, decorated with koa wood and Hawaiian themed tapestries on the walls.

Surely the tropical climate and ocean view from my bed would be enough to bring me out of my doldrums.

I ventured out of my room after a nap and wandered around, ending up at this outdoor bar next to a water feature surrounded by black lava rock and filled with orchids and other Kauai greenery.

A woman sat next to me, faced the bar and ordered a Hawaiian Mimosa with pineapple juice.

“Do you like yours?” she asked, nodding toward the half-finished drink in my hand.

“Huh?” I said, “Oh, sorry. Yeah, the mimosas are wonderful.”

I turned around to face her and was blown away. Long dark hair framing a fine-featured face, tanned skin and a tropical sundress that showed off her large breasts. Her stomach was flat, and her legs looked athletic. Quite the stunning package.

“Emma,” she said, holding out her hand.

I looked up from staring at her chest. “Oh, right. Hi, Emma, I’m Jen,” I said, taking her hand, which felt warm and velvety soft. “I love your, um, dress,” I said, trying to excuse my staring at her cleavage.

“It’s great, isn’t it?” she said, looking down and fluffing the hem, which gave me a glimpse of pink panties. “I got it just down the street at this great store. You should go there. They’ve got loads of dresses and swimming suits that’d fit you – we seem to be nearly the same size.”

It was true. My blonde hair contrasted with her dark locks, but other than that we had similar bust and dress sizes.

“Thanks for the tip,” I said. “I need a new suit anyway.”

Emma ordered a pineapple mimosa to match my drink.

“I know this might seem crazy,” Emma said, “but I was about to go down there and shop again. You could come with. Unless you were waiting for someone here?”

“Not at all,” I said, sighing. “In paradise alone. Post breakup, you see.”

“Ah,” Emma said. “Me too. I guess we’re on a time out in our relationship. Here’s to going it alone!”

The server brought her drink, and she raised her glass.

“To a couple of hot girls going solo!” she said.

The mall Emma drove us to was filled with surf shops, fancy restaurants and clothing stores – lots of them.

“So, bad breakup?” Emma asked as we worked our way through the store racks.

“Pretty much,” I said. “My boyfriend wasn’t really who I thought he was.”

“That’s so sad,” Emma said, picking out a darling bikini and holding it against her body. “I’m sorry. My husband wanted to, um, well let’s just say he wanted to expand our romantic relationship to include other women. I was not at all ready for that and sort of stormed out.”

“Is he a bad guy too?” I asked. “Your husband, I mean?”

“No, not at all,” Emma said, pulling a suit off the rack and holding it up to me. “Here, this one will look great on you!”

“So, not an asshole like my ex!” I said, taking the suit.

“He’s actually a pretty wonderful guy. You’d like him. I miss him, but just can’t wrap my arms around what he’s about right now.”

I stepped into a dressing room and tried on the suit. It fit perfectly.

“It looks amazing on you!” Emma said as I stepped out. “Not everyone could carry that off, but you’ve got a great body, if I may say so, and you are rockin’ that thing!”

We both laughed.

I felt strangely comfortable with Emma. She had such an easy going way about her, plus being gorgeous. I hadn’t been with a woman since before my ex and didn’t think I was in any mood for intimacy, but I found myself being attracted to Emma sexually. I had no idea if the feeling was mutual at merter escort all.

After shopping, we decided to spend the afternoon at the beach together. The beach was crowded, and I could see why. Clear skies, crystal blue water, with palm trees swaying in the trade winds.

“Over here,” Emma called, carrying a beach chair, cool bag and umbrella. “Looks like an open spot!”

I was trying hard not to stare at Emma. Her suit showed off her awesome body. The top barely covered her areola, and the bottoms were two small rectangles with strings tying them together. Plenty of guys, and girls, checked her out as we found our spot.

My suit covered a little more, and I was kind of hoping Emma was noticing me too.

“You seem in awfully good spirits for someone who’s on the outs with her husband,” I said.

“It’s the good company,” Emma said, smiling at me.

“For me too,” I said. “I didn’t expect to meet someone as fun and, well, good looking as you.”

“You think I’m good looking?” Emma said, smiling.

“Is that weird for me to say?”

“Not at all,” Emma said. “I’m just teasing. If I’m being honest, I am actually a bit attracted to you.”

“You are?” I said.

“Uh huh,” Emma said.

She lightly stroked my arm, which sent chills up and down my body.

“Can’t a couple of newly single girls have a little fun?” she said.

My mind was racing. Was this beauty attracted enough to sleep with me? Maybe she was just having a good time and feeling free for the first time in a long time.

“Hey, Jen,” Emma said, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Hmm?” I said.

“There’s a great restaurant at our hotel. Want to get dinner together?”

“I’d love it!” I said.

We spent the rest of the afternoon bobbing in the waves and keeping cool under our umbrella.

As I showered before dinner, I thought about Emma. Would this evening turn into more than just a meal? Was I ready for something more?

We walked into the restaurant at the same time. Emma wore a white dress, very short, and very shimmery. Her breasts bobbed slightly as she walked.

“You dress is fantastic!” I said as we sat at our table overlooking the surf.

“Got it at that same store we were at today!” she said.

We ordered a bottle of wine and sipped while waiting for our main course.

“I’m having so much fun with you, Jen,” Emma said as we finished our second glass of wine and feasted on Ahi served over rice.

“Me too!” I said, brightly.

Emma’s fingers touched my hand. I felt tingles.

“You’ve really made me stop thinking about my husband,” she said, “and start thinking about you … sexually.”

I looked at her hand, then up at her smiling face.

“That’s funny,” I said, smiling, “you’ve done a great job at getting my mind off my breakup too and onto other possibilities … sexual ones.”

“Hmm,” Emma said, her fingers moving up my arm just slightly and stoking it.

“I don’t know if it’s the wine talking here or what, but I’m really tempted to invite you up to my room for dessert.”

“What are you serving?” I said, coyly.

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Me!”

I smiled again and felt a dampness in my crotch.

I whispered back, “Only if I can offer myself as the second course!”

Our fingers intertwined and she traced her index finger down my palm.

“To dessert!” Emma said, raising her glass with the other hand.

I lifted mine, and we clinked glasses. “To dessert!”

I couldn’t wait to settle our checks. When Emma stood, I noticed her dress ride up and reveal the front of her panties, with a little dark spot forming on them.

She held my arm as we walked down the hallway to her room. “You’ve been with a woman before, yes?” she asked.

“It’s been quite a while,” I answered. “Since my ex and I got together. But yes. I love making love to a woman. It’s so soft and sensuous and sliding bodies across each other. It gives me tingles just thinking about being with you.”

“It’s been a long time for me too,” Emma said as we arrived at her door. “But since we’ve been flirting, I’ve found myself getting very aroused.”

The door lock beeped, and Emma opened it. We stepped into a magnificent suite, complete with a living room, deck looking out on the ocean and, of course, the bedroom.

As the door closed behind us, Emma came up to me and brushed my cheek with the back of her hand. “You’re so beautiful, Jen.”

“And I think you’re gorgeous!” I said, caressing her shoulder.

I kissed her cheek lightly. She smelled of something tropical. Mango maybe? She turned her head slightly and our lips met. The brush of her lips sent chills all over me. She backed away slightly and looked in my eyes.

I turned my head to the side, and we kissed again. This time it was more purposeful. I tasted the wine we’d shared on her lips. I felt her hands on my arms, running down and caressing my waist.

“Mm!” I said. “Your lips are so soft. Not like a man’s.”

“My tongue’s not like a man’s şirinevler escort either,” Emma said and leaned back in.

I felt her tongue push against my lips. I opened and she entered my mouth. The dampness in my pussy increased and I went a little weak.

I had not anticipated meeting a friend and her becoming a lover, but I was getting into it fast. Her tongue swirled around mine, over my teeth, and lips. She sucked in on my tongue and pulled on it slightly. It felt amazing!

I put my hand on her hips and squeezed her butt cheeks. She moaned in response.

Breaking off, she kissed and licked my neck.

“Ah!” I moaned. “Mm!”

I wasn’t long before our wandering hands found our breasts. When her fingers first touched my nipples, I felt a jolt of pleasure and knew my tits were getting hard. Her breasts felt so firm to my touch and her tits already erect.

“Your nipples are so hard,” I said, taking them between my thumb and index finger.

“Squeeze them!” she said. “Oh! Oh my! I haven’t felt anything like that in a long time!”

Emma used her fingers to squeeze my nipples, and I took in a quick breath of air. She pressed her palms and compressed my breasts, adding to the pleasure.

We returned to kissing and tonguing each other, this time even more earnestly. Her hands found my hips and pulled me in close to her, grinding herself against me, which sent pleasure between my legs.

Emma broke off and pulled back, holding me by my arms.

“I want to see more of you, Jen!”

I turned my back and let her unzip my blue dress, which fell to the ground. I turned back around, wearing only a powder blue plunge bra and a matching thong.

“Wow!” Emma said, looking me up and down. “You look amazing!”

“Thank you!” I said, not totally confident in how this woman would react to seeing me in my underwear.

“But now you have too many clothes on.”

It was Emma’s turn to let me unzip her shimmery white dress. As it fell to the ground, she turned back. She was wearing a white bra that allowed her areola to show through, and matching white panties, a dark stain on the front.

“I’m wet,” she said, looking down.

“I love it! So am I!” I said, looking down at a darkening circle on my thong.

We kissed again. My hands went behind and cupped her ass cheeks. I touched the satiny fabric of her panties. I slipped my fingers down the waistband and ran my fingers along her smooth hips. She pushed into me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

I felt her hands go to my back and undo the clasp of my bra. I broke off and let her take the bra off my chest. As her fingers pulled the straps over my arms, they traced across the sides of my breasts, sending tingles all over me.

“Mm!” I moaned.

Emma reached behind and undid her bra. As it fell to the floor I saw her breasts for the first time. They were two, full, beautiful round globes with dark areola sitting right in the center and erect nipples that stood straight out from her chest.

“Touch me, Jen,” she said, taking my hands and putting them on her breasts.

“I haven’t touched a woman’s breasts in a long time,” I said. “I’ve missed it.”

I caressed her breasts and touched her nipples. She took in a breath.

“Oh!” she said softly. “They like to be squeezed.”

I pinched her nipples between my index finger and thumb. She raised her chest towards me and took in another breath.

She kissed me and tongued me as I worked her beautiful globes, pressing, squeezing, tweaking.

When we broke off, she touched my tits and flicked her fingers across them, sending even more pleasure into my pussy.

“I want to taste you,” she said, leaning over.

As her tongue and mouth touched one of my nipples I gasped with pleasure. She licked around it and took the nipple into her mouth, sucking on it and pulling back.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned.

She switched breasts, squeezing one nipple with her fingers while sucking on the other. I watched her mouth work wonders and felt my inhibitions drain away, replaced with desire.

I reached over and drew my fingers up her slit. I felt the wetness come through her panties and she moved her hips forward at my touch.

“Mm!” she moaned; her mouth firmly attached to one of my nipples.

I kept moving up and down, pressing in and getting my fingers wet. I decided to be bold and put my fingers under the waistband of her panties. I slid past a bald mound, slick with moisture, and then my index finger slipped between her labia, enveloping my finger in her juice and getting me even more aroused.

“Oh!” Emma said, coming off my nipple. “Oh! Oh, Jen, you’re touching my pussy. Oh, fuck!”

Her hips really started moving back and forth. My finger found her clit and she nearly jumped when I ran my index finger across it. Moving further down, I put my palm on her mound, and my finger in her opening.

“Oh shit!” Emma moaned as I easily glided into her dripping hole.

I moved my finger in and out, in an out. topkapı escort Her hips moved back and forth, back and forth. She moaned and started breathing heavily.

“Can I take your panties off now?” I asked.

“Oh, please, Jen. Please!”

I removed my hands from her pussy, knelt and used both hands to pull her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them.

I was only inches from her slick mound. I leaned in and kissed it gently, sending shock waves through Emma’s body. I kissed lower, pressing my lips against her wet ones, flicking out my tongue to taste her womanhood. It was salty and tangy!

“I love how you taste, Emma,” I said as I stood and came in for a kiss, sending my tongue, filled with Emma’s juice, into her mouth.

She grabbed my thong by the waist band as we kissed. Breaking off, she knelt and pulled it down to the ground. As I stepped out, I watched her lips and tongue touch my labia. When her tongue connected with my lips, I felt a gush of moisture and a flush of pleasure rush through me.

“It’s time to get in bed, don’t you think?” I said, pulling Emma up.

We kissed again and his time I tasted my own juice on her tongue, mixed with hers. What a combination!

We stepped into her bedroom which was lit by soft recessed lights in the ceiling. We climbed on the bed and laid down, facing each other.

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” Emma said, stroking my face and bushing hair out of the way.

“We already are!” I said.

I kissed her lips and her cheeks and kissed and licked her neck. Emma started moaning softly. I stuck my tongue into her ear, and she moaned louder. Moving down, I rolled her on her back and suckled her nipples while she held my head to her chest.

My hand ventured down to her pussy. She opened her legs, and my fingers slipped back into her wet love valley. I fingered her and her stomach and hips began moving up and down in a wave-like motion.

Juice was getting all over my finger and dripping off onto the sheets. Emma had her eyes closed and her head tilted back. The sound of her moaning getting louder.

I kissed down her stomach and her mound. I then climbed over and pushed her legs open, lifting them the air and wide apart.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned.

Between each moan she would let out a breath, “Ha, oh, ha, oh.”

I smelled her fragrance more strongly as I moved towards her red and swollen labia. I pulled her lips apart and could see her erect clit, protruding from its hood.

I touched the end of my tongue to it and Emma gasped, “Oh!”

I took it in my mouth and sucked on it.

“Ha”

I licked up her slit from her vagina to her clit.

“Oh!”

I flicked my tongue back and forth on her pussy.

“Ha!”

I sucked in on her lips.

“Oh!”

I made my tongue hard like a cock and stuck it in and out of her.

“Oh, ha, oh, ha, OH!”

Emma grabbed my head and pulled my mouth closer to her pussy. I fucked her with my tongue and suddenly felt her hips gyrating up and down.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” she cried out.

Her back arched up in the air. She held a breath and when she let it out, she cried out in joy, her hips bucking up and down.

I felt juice squirt from her pussy into my mouth.

She came for what seemed like a solid minute, her legs shaking, her hips spasming up and down, her whimpered cries filling the room.

Eventually her orgasm slowed. She pulled up on my head and I climbed on top of her. We kissed as I’ve never kissed a woman before. She was passionate, grateful, and full of joy.

“I, uh,” Emma said, out of breath. “You made me, um, cum so hard!”

“I’m so glad!” I said, kissing her lips gently.

“Now I want to make you cum, Jen!” she said, pushing me on my back.

Emma kissed me and swirled her tongue around mine. Her hand went to my breasts and squeezed my nipples. I was already very aroused. Her tongue and fingers made me more so.

She moved down to suck on my tits and her hand found my pussy. I was so wet; I knew I had already filled up my labia to overflowing. Emma pushed into my pussy lips and ran her finger across my clit.

“Mm!” I groaned.

She used her index finger to lightly go back and forth on my clit. It sent pleasure chills through me. She kissed her way down my stomach.

“Lick me!” I begged, urging her to go lower.

She leaned over my thighs and kissed my hairless mound, then down to my pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned as her tongue found me.

My hips started moving up and down on their own. Each lick sent more pleasure through my body. I was surrendering to her tongue and her lips and her mouth.

She moved between my legs.

“I’m so looking forward to this!” Emma said, smiling up from my crotch.

I felt her mouth close in on my pussy, sucking my clit, fucking my vagina. My head started feeling buzzy and I had this pressure in my tummy and felt kind of like I had to pee.

“Oh!” I cried as her tongue entered me. “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” I moaned.

I closed my eyes and gave into the pleasure Emma was bringing me. My pussy ached for her tongue.

When she reached up with her hands and squeezed my nipples, I couldn’t wait any longer.

“AHHHHHHH!” I cried as a sudden burst of pleasure erupted in my pussy and rocketed throughout my body.

Brad had been one of my best friends from school, and as young men in our 20s we still had a strong bond. Lisa was Brad’s girlfriend. A 19-year-old, dark haired bundle of joy, energy and mischief. If Brad and I went to the pub, Lisa would often meet up with us at some point, and usually create more chaos and havoc upon arrival then either Brad or I were ready for. We memorably got thrown out of our local when Lisa had come up with the idea of ‘pub Olympics’, trying to high jump the pool table Lisa landed flat across it, ass in the air flashing her pink panties to everyone in the bar.

One night, Lisa had gone out with her friends and I’d dropped in to see Brad and ended up staying for a drink to two. We’d settled in to watch a film when we heard the key in the front door followed by a lot of giggling. We figured Lisa had probably drank one too many cocktails and so thought nothing of it. We then heard her yell “Ohhh Baby, I’ve been thinking about your cock all night, bahçelievler escort I want to take you right there on the sofa…” at that point she stepped into the lounge completely naked.

Lisa was short, slender with full, pert, rounded breasts. She was wonderfully curvy and despite being my best friend’s girl I’d caught myself checking her out many times. Seeing her bold as brass, butt naked right in front of me she looked even better than I had imagined. Despite my embarrassment I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She yelled in surprise when she saw me on the sofa with Brad, there was a moment when none of us knew what to say and then we all burst out laughing. “Hi Lisa, you look well” was all I could manage when I finally got my words together. Now we were all really close, so despite being completely naked Lisa just went with it, gave me a twirl and a wink and in husky voice said “Why thank you very much”.

I got up to leave bakırköy escort muttering “Well, I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you don’t want me hanging around”. It was meant as a joke, but Lisa as ever always took the joke one step further. She plonked herself in Brads lap, grinding down on the bulge in his jeans. “Hmmm, I don’t mind if you stay” she purred. Then she whispered something in Brads ear that made is eyes nearly pop out. At that point I should have left, but my feet were rooted to the spot. Lisa was sprawled across Brad now caressing her breasts and thighs, looking straight at me.

Brad seemed to decide something and then said “Ryan, I don’t mind if Lisa sucks you off, but I’m the only one that’s fucking her”. And with that it got crazy. Lisa leapt up like a rocket getting down on her knees in front of me her hands reaching out to my belt. Still frozen in shock I let Lisa pull down my jeans and boxers, my hard cock bouncing out to beşiktaş escort meet her. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Brad was stripping off in front of me, and Lisa was gripping my shaft with both hands, her open mouth about to swallow my head whole. “Holy fuck!” I exclaimed, which only made Lisa clamp down on me more. Brad meanwhile was positioning Lisa so he could take her from behind. His eyes fixed on what his girlfriend was doing with her mouth to his best friends cock.

I could see the hunger in his eyes, it was clearly tipping him over the edge. I felt him enter her for the first time, she squealed with delight and sucked deeply on my shaft. Her hands were working me hard now, pumping me into her mouth and swirling my balls in her palms. It all became a frenzied mess of fucking and slurping, I’ve no idea who came first, it seemed to last forever, all of us shouting and yelling with pleasure. We collapsed on the floor, dizzy and gasping for air. As we came down from the sexual high another fit of giggles ensued. None of us could quite believe what happened. It was Lisa who finally moved first. She stood up, kissed Brad on the cheek then gave me the filthiest wink I’ve ever received “Ryan, you’re definitely coming over again”….. and I did, many times.

“That’s it… fuck me… pump me full… you came twice in my mouth yesterday…I promised you could have the choice of holes today. I’m your slut to enjoy.”

I wake up and hear you calling out on the balcony. The room service trolley is in the room. No doubt you’re having your breakfast fuck from the waiter. I pad out onto the balcony to join you.

“Morning darling…. uuugh!” You groan. In doggy position on one of the loungers, you greet me as the youth thrusts into you from behind. “This is the lad who helped me show off yesterday by sucking him off twice in minutes. I did promise he wouldn’t miss out on a good fuck…”

“Not that your mouth isn’t incredible. All the team saw you and wanted you… even those who had one of the other sluts.” He gasps, stirring his cock balls deep, making you moan.

I pull up the other lounger and lie back on it, stroking my hard cock as I watch you get fucked. “I think I’ll have that mouth, come to mention it,” I casually decide.

Your hand snakes out to fondle my balls, as if sizing up their potential gift for you. You look back and the guy nods, understanding you’re going to shift and for him to keep position. Soon your hand replaces mine on my thickening shaft, your tongue exploring each testicle in turn. “I’m always happy for anyone to want my oral talents… uuugh, that’s deep…” you moan as you roll one of my balls into your mouth. The lad hasn’t started pumping, just grinding his fat cock head on your g-spot.

“I wonder which of your holes has taken the most spunk this week…” I muse as your tongue travels wetly up my shaft.

“I don’t care…” you breathe over my cock head. “They’re all fair game. I have three fuck-holes… you know I cum hard when I feel a load shooting into me in any of them.” You plunge your mouth onto my shaft, not closing your lips till your nose is pressed to my groin and my cock head enters your throat.

“Good girl!” I grunt as you deliberately swallow to massage my sunken cock head. “Dirty three-hole slut!” I look over you to the lad having his promised turn on your cunt. “Take your time… savour her hole. You don’t have to rush like that contest yesterday. Don’t forget, if you want her arse, you don’t have to ask!”

“Can I cum in both?” He asks, checking with me, not you. Recalling how he stayed hard and directed you to milk a second load from him yesterday, I’m sure he’s good for the task.

“Course. If you have to go harder to get your second load, that’s not a problem. She can take bigger cocks in her arse.” I know you get off on being talked about as a sex toy.

“Mmmmpff,” you mumble through a mouthful of cock, and wiggle your bum at him. I know you’ll be turned on to be discussed and offered without consultation. Your response is aimed at urging him to get moving instead of just savouring your vaginal embrace. He throbs in you and draws back and plunges.

“Awww that’s fucking it…. have that cunt!” You moan between slurping at my cock. At that moment there’s a knock on the door and a girl in a staff uniform enters.

“Oh, I was looking to take the tray,” she says, walking into the room, clearly casual about the sexual activity.

“We’ve not eaten yet. We’ve been preoccupied,” I explain as you pull your mouth off me to check her out.

“You can help.” You smile as the boy shrugs at her, sliding his hick length in and out. In response, the girl just pulls off her top and drops her pleated skirt to the floor. She’s naked beneath but for a g-string. Her young, lithe body has elegant swirling tattoos of spurting cocks and dripping labia. Large rings pierce her nipples. I notice she’s also not of the island racial type to be local.

“You work here?” I ask as she leans in to kiss me. She pushes her tongue in my mouth, then replies.

“Not really. I sort of volunteer. I’m a member of the Dutch group. I get my payment through fucking all the guests. They let me stay for free and I help out but allow me to indulge myself as I always add to the guest’s experience.” Her hand curls round your head and her other round my shaft. She feeds you my cock, pushing you into it. I gasp as her fingers move to fondle my balls whilst bobbing your head on my stiff cock.

“Aren’t you the one who won the slut contest yesterday?” She recognises you.

“She did!” I answer for you, with obvious pride.

“They won’t let me compete. They say as I work here it isn’t fair. But I don’t really, I just do some fucking…”

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Just call me The Cleaner, that’s something I do… when people have cum… I just love to taste… and for a tip… you can have me any way you like!”

My hand strays into her tiny thong. She’s creamy wet. “You’ve been fucking today already?”

“Only one man has cum in me. The other I made explode in the mouth of his own wife, but then she upended me and made her husband hold my pussy lips open whilst she drooled the lot into my hole. She was fuckin hot… I love guests making me their plaything!”

“Fuck…” The guy çapa escort inside you ups his pace, hearing of his colleague’s activities.

“Use her cunt… it’s made for fucking!” The girl eggs him on as I push two fingers into her creamy hole, then pull them out and offer them to you. You suck them into your mouth.

“Ooh, you like tasting the sperm of men you haven’t seen?” She asks.

“I’m a cumsut. It makes me hotter,” you affirm.

“Lie back,” she tells me, then straddles me reverse cowgirl. “Your slut can have their sperm… off your cock!”

“He loves a creamy cunt,” you grunt as the guy gets aroused looking on, as he bucks at your hole. “And I love sperm…” You open her hole as I angle my cock to her entrance. Her dusky labia sleeve over my cock head and she sinks down with a groan. Squirming on my sunken shaft she lifts up exposing my thickly covered cock. You pull me from her and lap along it before taking me deep in your mouth.

“Dirty slut,” she praises you, before reclaiming my shaft and sliding her hole onto it. She slips up again and offers my cum covered cock to your lips again. As you swirl your tongue over my cock head, a big pillow of precum flows out, making the girl moan at the sight.

“You gonna cum in your slut’s dirty mouth, or my welcoming cunt?” She groans at me.

“Make him cum in my mouth… I want it both ends!” You sob. The guy having your hole speeds up, ramming away. You angle yourself so his big balls bounce on your clit as his cock head rubs your G Spot hard and fast. “Gimme a cunt full of fukkin spunk!” You groan, your body starting to quiver.

The Cleaner climbs off me and starts stoking me towards your face. You’re free to look up at me, your mouth open. Your eyes have that misty look that tells of an impending hard orgasm. “Ooh fuuuuk tell him!” You whimper.

“Cum in her! She needs to cum on a spunking cock… blasting sperm makes her orgasm stronger… ooohhh… you gonna jerk me off on my partner’s face, huh?” I gasp as The Cleaner strokes me fast. I realise I can reach her rear from where she’s kneeling and quickly find her hole.

“Oooh you can’t resist my creamy pussy can you, you dirty boy?” The Cleaner purrs. “But it’s time your slut got hers!”

“Gunna cum!” Groans the lad fucking you and jams hard into your depths. You focus in on the twitch of his shaft and the heavy rush of warm thick sperm against your core. You fight to help your eyes locked on mine as you tremble and moan in climax. Your eyes take on that glazed look when your cumming.

“Spunk!” You gasp, all you can muster. I don’t know if it’s a celebration of the lad’s eruption or a plea for mine. The Cleaner’s hand is a blur, insisting I join in.

“Fuuuuk!” I cry out as my first jet hits your lips with force. You throw open your mouth to give The Cleaner something to aim for as you moan and quiver, impaled on the lad’s deeply embedded shaft.

“Cum hard, you cumslut,” the Cleaner purrs, “take their fucking spunk…” She skillfully strokes me to a prolonged orgasm, relishing her game of emptying my balls over your outstretched tongue, making a mess of your orgasmic expression as the lad unloads heavily, his youthful seed flowing out over your clit.

“Uuugh… you fukkin deserve it!” The lad gasps as his pulses start to recede. You look back over your shoulder, knowing your cum faced visage will arouse. You know I always get re-invigorated seeing you flaunt your cum at me if the roles are reversed.

“Fuck my arse… NOW! Get your cock in my bumhole and fuck it hard, you big-cocked bastard!” You dalk dirty at him, ropes of cum webbing your lips, and swinging from your chin. You turn back to me as he does, your eyes rolling up to meet my gaze as the lad pushes his still-dripping cock head against your anus. I can tell what you’re trying to convey.

“Fuck her hard! She’s in slut-mode… she needs it. Use her arse like you did her cunt!” The Cleaner leans in, still fondling my cock, and runs a tongue over your lips.

“Fuck… we made a mess…” she breathes lustily. “Want me to clean you up?”

“No!” I quickly make my thoughts known. “She’s a cum soaked slut who’s gonna get arse-fucked. Leave her dripping spunk as we enjoy seeing her getting used.”

“Oh, you dirty fukkin… gggnnnnn!” You try to respond but the lad interrupts you by pushing into your sphincter. Your head tilts up at me, showing off your thick ropes of spunk. You deliberately spill what your tongue has caught to let it pour over your lips as you groan at the intrusion.

“Ohh you’re fukkin dirty too!” The Cleaner declares. She presses my cock to your slippery face, running my fuck-muscle over your cheeks and lips as the lad plunges steady inside your arsehole, working for his own pleasure. “Getting cummed in and arse fucked whilst somebody jerks off your man over your face.”

The Cleaner leans in to run her tongue up a cum smeared cheek. She then slathers it over my half-hard cock before your eyes. “Think I can make him cum again etiler escort before you get your butt spunked in?” She giggles.

“Do it you cunt!” You sob at her, “uuugh, use that arse harder… fuck it like I deserve!” You grunt at the man.

“If I make your man cum again first… I get his load… and you’ve gotta admit I’m as good with your own man’s urges as you are. If you make the lad shoot first, well, I’ll be your slave for the day.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, your lidded eyes locking on her. “He’s fucking my second hole good already… I’m gunna fukkin cum…” You’re in no mood to play games.

The Cleaner pumps my cock with her hand, smearing more mess from your chin over the retuning stiffness. “Cocking her leg over me, she faces me reverse cowgirl. “Arse fucking eh? How about you watch him have mine? You can lick my cunt as I make your man fuck mine whilst yours gets used?”

“Fuck,” is all you can say, as you see her sphincter readily stretch to consume my cock head. As her anus slides down my shaft, her pussy pouts before your face, expelling an outpouring of the sperm deposited by the previous guests she’s visited. “Fuck!” You gasp again as the lad behind you rams again, his balls slapping your dripping, open cunt.

“My arse isn’t always on offer,” the girl groans as she lies back. “I keep it for special occasions… for stubborn cocks who’ve spunked already. It never fails…. for the sexiest couples who turn me on…” She squirms her bum with me buried deep. Groaning I grab her boobs in both hands, feeling her nipples as thick stubs against my palms.

“Fuckin lick the slut!” The lad grunts, gripping your hips and thrusting hard in long strokes that cause a rhythmic smacking of his groin on your buttocks, causing them to ripple with the recurring shocks.

“Fuck…her arse is incredible…” I gasp as she plays her most intimate hole on me with a unique motion and rare talent. You admire how her sphincter is stretching around my rigid shaft… you can visualise your own rosebud getting similar treatment.

You groan with rising urgency and dive the last few inches closer, to suck and slurp at the gaping hole before you. Unable to keep your tongue on target, due to her movements and the increasing strokes of your arsefucking, your tongue slathers my balls and your face gets shoved against her sodden labia.

“Mmfff… gunna… fuckmmmmff… cum….” you urgently declare as our new friends pleasure themselves with you at both ends. Your back arches and your shoulders shudder. Your wail of ecstasy comes in waves as the arse-fucking lad rams your face against the cummy fuck hole you’re feeding on. Your clenches cause the lad to fuck wildly at your spasming sphincter, clearly hammering to summon an orgasm, using your palpitating orifice to his benefit.

“Fukkin cum in my arse you dirty bastard!” The Cleaner snarls, ramping up her dirty talk, in a last-ditch attempt to hasten my second eruption, but she’s too late to the game. The lad slams into your quivering canal and roars.

“FUCKING SLUT!” He yells as his orgasm consumes him, his second load jetting hotly up inside you, deeper than his first. Your orgasm soars anew, squealing and bubbling as your cumsoaked face is mushed against the equally sperm-filled fuck-hole before you.

The lad prolongs his orgasm by bucking into your cum-filled arsehole, grunting as his own spasms recede. It’s an amazing scene that has my balls churning to release more in your honor. As your eyes re-open, you see them bunching up, beneath the root of my cock, before the embrace of the stretched sphincter it’s buried in. Immediately your dirty mind kicks in.

“You sexy bitch,” the Cleaner gasps, clearly aroused and impressed by the ferocity of your enjoyment. You immediately push two then three fingers into her vacant pussy, making her squeal with the unexpected intrusion.

“Fucking cunt,” you pant, “Fukkin spunky cunt…” you curl your fingers in the silky, cream-laiden depths, as you search for her G Spot. You look up at her, your face a mask of smeared cum. Mine, or that of those who’ve emptied their balls into this girl before, it’s impossible to tell. Her misty-eyed glare is locked on yours. You instantly recognise the expression of a female closing in on her orgasm.

I groan as your fingers press against my cock through the thin partition between her holes. “Aww… Fuck me! Harder!” She whimpers, looking at as best she can. The guy behind you slips his cock out and slaps his slippery, meaty cock head on your used holes.

“You’re leaking from both holes, like a good cumslut should,” he pants, deliberately parting your bum cheeks to encourage your seeping arse to trickle its load to mingle with his bigger deposit oozing from your cunt.

You deliberately massage her depths as she urgently bounces her hips on us both. “Fukkin spunk hard up her arse!” You call to me. “She’s my slave and I want her tongue in my holes before I spill all the sperm I’ve got given!”

The lad immediately fatih escort stops opening you and playing with your holes. Instead, he clamps his palm to your well-seeded cunt and presses his thumb to your opened anus. Clearly, he likes the idea of this girl drinking his spunk out of both the holes he’s flooded.

The declaration of dirty designs for her makes the woman immediately erupt into orgasm, her hole gushing. You whip your cummy fingers out and clamp your mouth over her squirting hole. Your sperm-plastered digits slither onto my balls and coax them to do your bidding. I shudder and buck, roaring in release. Your first big swallow of the slutty blend of girl cum, blended with who-knows-who’s spunk coincides with my first blast into her bowels.

Your participation in the ensuing mutual orgasm you instigated gives you a ripple of ecstasy of your own. I shoot hard into the clenching anus of our visiting slut as you milk my balls to give more. Taught and quivering, the recipient wails and spasms on your slithering tongue, subjected to a determined oral assault on her clit. If you and the lad came hard, you’re ensuring we cum harder.

Eventually, I collapse, spent. The Cleaner falls away drained and breathless, my cock slipping out of her. You immediately tongue it, straight from her rear entrance. With little regard for her recovering, you climb past me and swing a leg over her torso. Your holes part as you span her, and a big rope of sperm leaks out. Quickly you scramble up.

“Open your mouth!” You call. She does, but not before you leave a streak up her neck and chin. “Open my cunt and say ‘aah’, slave!” You taunt holding her head so she can’t lift to close the distance. Your slave does as she’s told. Spreading her pink labia, awaiting her feast.

“Spread her properly,” I instruct, getting in close to watch. “That’s the Princess of Sluts’ fuck hole… get it wide!”

The girl hooks both thumbs inside you and hooking them, pulls your flexible hole a good couple of inches open, till she’s staring up into your depths.

“Aww you nasty bitch…” you gasp, still not letting her head lift to lick you. I get down where I can see. The lad does too.

“Watch me…” you look at us, your eyes still burning with lust and your face still glistening, laid down either side of the prone girl you’re straddling. “I’m gunna spunk in her fucking mouth.”

“Do it you dirty slut!” She eggs you on. “They don’t call me The Cleaner for nothing! I fucking love….” At that moment, the lad’s deposit appears, a large, thick rolling flow from you reaches her tongue and rolls down into er mouth. It keeps coming, as clearly the lad shot a lot.

“Take it!” The lad urges, “Drink my spunk!” The Cleaner’s throat bobs. He’s hard again at the sight of his cum being shared so graphicly. Obviously, this lad has a highly sexed youth.

“Now lick me! Suck his spunk out of my well-used holes!” You release her and settle on her face. Your hands go to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them as the girl devours her feast. “Aww… get your fucking tongue right up there, you thirsty bitch!” You moan.

The lad jumps up, proudly offering his renewed fuck-muscle to your lips. Take hold of him and stroke his shaft, as if exploring the flesh that’s just been inside you. “I made you cum twice yesterday and twice today.” You look up at him, feeling the woman beneath you sucking at your anus. “You ever fucked this one?” You ask him, referring to the thirsty-tonguing girl who’d now gotten fingers in both your holes. Instead of drinking cum from you, she’s switched her efforts to making you orgasm.

“Only once. She always dedicates her desires to making guests happy,” the lad says, stroking his cock. “On one occasion, she’d been made to clean up three women. Each time she’d entered the room with a breakfast trolly, the guests were fucking already. They must have planned it, cos each couple made her use her fingers on balls and clit till they climaxed. Then the wife had her lick her hole.”

You relent and take charge of his cock stroking it as you start getting closer to cumming. “She came back to the kitchen, complaining she’d not had any cock on her rounds. We all laughed and she grabbed a cucumber and dived into the laundry room. Two cooks and I found her naked, on all fours with the cucumber rammed in her hole. She complained the cuke couldn’t spunk for her, so she made us pump it in her and stroke ourselves, only swapping out the cuke for cock when we were on the edge. We all blew into her stretched open hole, but only from a distance of a couple of inches, in between beating her pussy inside out with the big cucumber. She said she’s not allowed to fuck staff… she said that wasn’t ‘fucking’ as such…” he tails off when you plunge your mouth on his cockhead and start to quiver as your orgasm takes over.

“Mmmmfff!” You can’t communicate because of your urge to feel a cock in you somewhere as you orgasm. Your buttocks tremble against the pumping fingers. The Cleaner flickers her tongue on your clit like an expert, inducing a rush of your squirt to suddenly gush over her mouth. She clamps her lips over your hole and takes the lot. The force of your orgasm leaves you gasping for breath and trembling with aftershocks, abandoning the lad’s stiff cock.