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Being Santa was never my idea of a dream job.

But I’d been out of work for months and when the big department store in town advertised for Santa’s I was desperate enough to give it a go.

Apparently I was one of a hundred down and out guys to apply so was pretty lucky to get it. It paid pretty well but was hard work. Hundreds of kids all sitting on my lap demanding presents and there even more demanding parents wanting the most bang for their buck.

They had me in a tiny room on an uncomfortable chair. The kids would come in and if I was lucky they wouldn’t vomit or drool on me before my helper snapped a photo, they made a demand for a present and went on their way.

I was up to my hundredth or so kid on the last few days before Christmas and getting close to lunch and just about at breaking point when it happened.

The two hottest young women I have ever seen came through the curtain seperating me from the assembled masses.

They were about twenty one years old with just about the most perfect bodies I have ever seen. They were holding hands and I could tell they were lesbians but not the butch types.

They wore matching tight fitting dresses that were so low cut I could almost see the nipples on their large round breasts. The dress hung tightly to their backsides and was so high cut I wondered if it were even legal.

I looked for a kid and suddenly realised there wasn’t one! They were here for me themselves.

“Hi Santa,” said the slightly taller of the two. She stepped closer to me while her partner moved back against the wall near my helper.

She sat down on my lap and put her arm around my neck in a kind of embrace. Her breasts squeezed together and the fabric came forward so I could now see her left nipple clearly as she settled on me knee.

“This is just for kids you know,” said my helper.

“We will just be a minute,” her partner said. She turned to me and said “Do you mind, Santa? She had a rough childhood and it would mean the world to her.”

Well this was weird and no doubt about it but the girl on my lap was rubbing her hand higher and higher along my thigh and I sure as hell didn’t object to any of it. Give me her over some snotty nose kid any day.

“No trouble at all,” I said trying to say in character. “What would your name be my dear?”

“Lisa,” she said as her fingers ran against the tip of my cock through my Santa pants. “I thought you knew everyone’s name.”

“Of şişli escort course I do, Lisa,” I said. “And I know if you’ve been bad or good too.”

“Have I been naughty, Santa?”

“Not too bad to get a present,” I said.

“Are you going to give me one?” she asked. She took my hand and leant forward so my helpers view was blocked as she guided my hand between her tits and let me cup them.

My cock was rock hard by now and she rubbed her palm over it, her breathing getting shallow as she was clearly fulfilling some kind of fantasy.

I groped her incredible tits harder and she leant forward and whispered into my ear.

“I’ll suck the cum clean out of your cock if you bring me a present tonight Santa. I’ll be waiting for you to give me something made of wood.”

She let go of my cock and took a piece of paper from her dress pocket and put it in my belt.

“I’ll be waiting for you all alone Santa.”

She stood suddenly and I quickly adjusted myself so my assistant couldn’t see my hard on.

The two girls took each other’s hands and walked out without even waiting for a photo.

I quickly looked at the piece of paper. It was a rural address, miles away.

“My girlfriend is away tonight. Why don’t you cum down my chimney tonight Santa?” the note said.

I had no idea if she was serious but I got the feeling there was some life long fantasy at play here that I was lucky enough to have fallen into.

If my job was hard before it was torture now. I couldn’t get the sight and feel of her tits out of my mind and had a real tough time keeping in character as the rest of the day past by painfully slowly.

Finally my shift was over and I was in my beat up old car and going as fast down the highway as the law would allow.

It was a good three hours to the address listed and as my shift hadn’t finished until 9 pm (I swear Santa’s need a union) it was after midnight before I turned down the dark country lane still dressed in my Santa suit and with a hard on the size of Florida.

There was a small cottage at the end of the lane and by the front gate a hand written sign that said “Santa cum inside”

I didn’t need to be asked twice.

There was a porch light on and an envelope by the front door addressed to Santa.

Inside was a pair of handcuffs and a note. It read:

“Dear Santa. I know I’ve been a bad girl. I’ve said some awful curse words beşiktaş eskort and am ever so rowdy. Do you think if you could clean my mouth out with your special milk I could get a present still. You may need to tie me though as I’m ever so wayward.”

I noticed the door was slightly ajar and pushed my way inside.

The house was quiet but there was a glass of milk on the lounge table with another note.

I read it.

“A glass of milk for you so you can give some Santa milk to me.”

I crossed the lounge to a room on the far side and looked inside. It was a bedroom and there she lay. Naked above the sheets and seemingly asleep. Her hair was tied up in pony tails and her tits were large round melons that seemed to defy gravity.

I crept quietly across the room and very carefully attached one end of the handcuffs to a post on her bed head and then the other to her left wrist.

She stirred but didn’t wake up although her lips parted slightly. Very quietly I took my hard cock out of my pants but left the suit on as I figured that was part of her fantasy.

I aimed the head of my cock at her parted lips and pressed forward. Her mouth opened as my cock pushed inside but still she slept.

I raised myself up and straddled her head so that I was sitting over her with her head facing up as she lay on the pillow her handcuffed hand raised over her head.

I pushed my cock further in until I felt her moist tongue and then suddenly slammed my cock deep into her throat

Her eyes snapped open in surprise as she gagged at the unexpected intrusion of hard cock in her mouth.

I gripped her pony tails and used them to guide her head up and down as I fucked her face as she came to her senses and tried to breathe around my thrusting cock.

“Santa,” she mumbled around my cock.

“Ho ho ho That’s right bitch,” I said struggling to stay in character. “You’ve been a bad girl and Santa is hear to punish you.”

Her eyes suddenly rolled back and her body shook in a strange convulsion as she made a high pitched squeal around my cock as I slammed it in and out of her throat. I realised she was having an orgasm already and I hadn’t even touched her pussy.

This girl had some serious fantasy at play here.

Spit and saliva streamed out of her mouth lubricating my cock and making her lips slide warmly and wetly over my shaft.

“That’s right bitch, suck that cock. Santa is fulya eskort going to clean out your filthy mouth with his cum.”

Her breathing seemed to rise up again and she suddenly screamed from deep in her throat as her body continued to rock and convulse from her orgasm.

I gripped her hair tightly as I wanked myself with her mouth. I thrust her head back and forth as she applied a vacuum tight suction to my cock and her tongue danced around her warm wet mouth as my cock slammed back and forth getting harder and longer with each thrust.

Her tits were swaying back and forth beneath me.

I suddenly leant forward and pushed her head down into the pillow until my cock was all the way down her throat. I turned my head and could see the bulge of my cock pressing against her throat almost all the way down to her chest.

She kicked her legs as she struggled to breathe and was rocked by yet another orgasm.

I slowly pulled my cock out and she breathed around my cock before I slammed it down as deep as I thought it could go as her head was caught between her pillow and my body.

But then I felt her right hand reach up and push down on my backside and I realised she was pushing up and somehow managing to take even more of my cock into her throat.

She gagged and almost puked around my cock but somehow she had managed to take it even deeper so that almost my whole shaft was sliding down the saliva drenched walls of her throat.

I couldn’t take any more of it and felt my orgasm exploding out of me. As I came she wrapped her legs around the back of my head and somehow managed to bring my head down so my nose was now buried in her pussy. Her own juices sprayed out as I flooded her mouth, throat and stomach with the biggest orgasm of my life.

My face was covered in her juices as she pushed my head down deep into her pussy. Her lips were sucking at my shaft like it was a tit and my cum never seemed to stop spurting into her.

Suddenly her whole body rose up off the bed and I could tell she was hit by an orgasm as big as the one that had just ripped through my own body.

Finally she released my head and I managed to roll off her and prize my still vibrating cock out of her incredible mouth.

My cum was dripping from the edges off her mouth but she lapped at it like a kitten then turned to me and smiled.

“So,” she said. “What did Santa bring me for Christmas?”

I felt my cock twitch as she playfully licked her lips and guided my hands to grip her soft juicy tits.

“Well,” I said. “It’s wood and its going to be back up here again real soon.”

As I took her tits into my mouth my cock rose up and begged for more attention.

Santa was going to have a long night.

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A few months ago, I moved into a new apartment. New for me, that is. There were other residents already there and slowly I met them all except one. I was told that she was rather reclusive, lived alone and was not very talkative; but seemed to have a good job in the City [of London, that is.] That means she must work in the financial sector or import-export or shipping or airlines. I also work in the City as actuary with a well-known insurance group, and so hoped we would meet before long.

Actually, it was a few weeks before I first saw this neighbour as she left the building to walk [dash] down to the nearby railway station. She was [is] blonde; and looked nice in her summery business outfit of pleated lightweight skirt and long blouse, with cream high-heels. I saw her only from behind, but she moved well as she walked briskly down our footpath to the station. Her shoulders were steady as she carried the obvious weight of her case; and her hips swivelled very attractively with each stride. I determined to meet her as soon as possible; as a nice neighbourly gesture, of course. Actually, her moving figure attracted me from that moment.

By coincidence, later in the day as she returned home, I saw her coming out of the footpath and dashed myself down to the next floor, where her apartment was located. We met a she came to the top of the stairs and I spoke,

“Hello, I’m Leo. I moved into number 24. It’s good to meet the neighbours, do you agree?”

“Hello, I’m Saskia, at number 16” she replied confidently and held out her hand for a shake, “when did you move in?” she continued.

I told her the date and then lied a little, “I’ve been meeting all the neighbours [not strictly true] so are you free to come round for little drink and a bite to eat?” I noticed that her blonde hair fell down to her waist, although I couldn’t see her waist because of the long blouse. Her face was slim but not haggard, and her breasts held out the blouse in an alluring way although well-hidden.

“Well, this evening is busy. I’m writing a report for work tomorrow. But tomorrow is Friday, and that would be nice,” she looked me straight in the eyes.

“Great. Can you come round about 7-o’clock?” I asked, already thinking of the reception I should give her. And so it was fixed.

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Next evening, I prepared two bottles of white wine; sweetish Sauternes and drier Pinot Grigio, hoping to meet her preference. Also, some tacos-chips and a range of dips. She rang my doorbell at 6.58, so it seemed she was into punctuality. I like that; it fits my style also.

Saskia was dressed casually in dark blue loose denim trousers and a paler blue tight-fitting top down to a cuff waist. This outfit showed her figure clearly and I liked it immediately. Her breasts were not big but seemed firm and pointed, and her waist looked to be 10 inches or more less than her hips. She looked wonderful and I told her, “You look lovely. Thanks for coming.”

She smiled and followed me to my sitting area, and sat at one end of the sofa. I sat at the other, where the low table was set out with glasses and plates. I got out the bottles from the fridge and she pointed at the Sauternes; so I poured two glasses.

“Saskia? That’s a continental name, isn’t it? Please tell me something about yourself,” I prompted her.

“My family was Dutch. Mum and dad came to London in the late 1970s. They ran some flower shops around the city. I was born in 1985 and I work with Emirates airline in Docklands. I’m an accountant really!” and she giggled as if that information was comical in some way, or paradoxical. Already, I’d worked out that she was in her early thirties and probably earned a good salary.

“And where do your parents live now?” I enquired and was shocked by her reaction. Her eyes filled with tears and she sobbed so strongly that her shoulders hunched briefly.

“They both passed away last year. Just a few months ago. I’m sorry; haven’t got over it yet. rus escort They were lovely people and gave me the best they could.”

I held out a hand with a tissue to comfort her and she took it and also held the hand as I apologised, “I’m sorry, too. Didn’t know. Relax now, have a drink and tell me about your work.”

For the next few minutes, she told me about her university and then her professional training and now her job at Emirates. But there was no mention of a boyfriend, certainly not a marriage. I decided to probe a little.

“You’re here alone, yes? No brothers or sisters; no boyfriend?” I realised this was probably too pointed but she seemed willing to speak about herself. Her reaction shocked me again: more tears and shaking of shoulders.

“No. No one else. And no man has wanted me,” she managed a weak smile as if to make fun of herself.

I got bold, “Saskia, you’re a lovely person and a very pretty woman. What’s wrong with the men you meet?” and I laughed as if the idea was ridiculous.

Her face dropped again and she put her face in her hands as the sobbing returned. I knelt down in front of her and put my hands on her shoulders , attempting to comfort her somehow.

She spoke through her tears, “I’ve never told anyone this before in this detail but you seem a nice man. I’ve had boyfriends but they all left me when they discovered something about me – my body.”

“Saskia, I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but you’re lovely and attractive, with a good body. What possible complaint could those men have against you?” I probed a little more.

“Shall I tell you. Are you ready for a big shock?” she looked up and straight into my eyes again.

“If it helps you, do tell me. I think you’re wonderful. What is it?” I asked, hoping I would be able to cope with this intimate knowledge

“My vagina is malformed. It never closes. It’s wide open all the time and I need to keep it plugged up to prevent infection. No man can get any sex-pleasure from me. Does that make sense? I hope I haven’t shocked you.”

Her tears had dried and she was speaking matter-of-fact, as if to a medical doctor.

“But you should be able to take pleasure from your body, am I right?” I was pushing to hard again.

“When I was young, I could but now it’s all become too much for me – my disappointment and the anger of men friends I’ve had. One of them actually said to me It’s like fucking into an empty jam-jar. Can you imagine how it makes me feel?” she was on the verge of more sobbing.

I wondered what I could say or do but she continued telling me her anatomical problems, “And my bottom muscle – you know my anal sphincter – is also unformed and I’m wide open. I have to keep that plugged up all the time to prevent accidents, you know – poop? No man is ever going to make a commitment to me. I’m just a physical wreck and I’m still young,” she controlled her sobbing and looked me in the eyes once again.

I asked, “But can’t the NHS do something to help you. Rebuild your muscles or something?”

“No,” she replied, “I’ve been told there is no way to build muscles where there is no tissue. All I’ve been offered is hysterectomy so that I don’t need a vagina; and a colostomy to make visits to the toilet unnecessary.”

A plan began to form in my mind – and in my groin! I assumed that Saskia had a clitoris and responsive breasts. If so, I felt sure I could give her some pleasure and also excite myself with new experiences. I took the bull by the horns, “Saskia, please spend some time with me, alone, in bed, and I’ll do all I can to give you some pleasure.”

“Dear Leo, That’s very sweet of you but you’ll be disappointed with me. I know it, and don’t want to hurt you,” she reached out and took my hand again.

I had been kneeling on the carpet all this time but now raised myself to sit close next to her. I put an arm round her and pulled her gently towards me. Our faces came close and I istanbul eskort kissed her hair, then her cheek and she turned to face me and we kissed properly. Slowly and gently I lifted my other hand and cupped one of her breasts. She let me do it with no sign of objection, and I held her breast firmly and felt at the firmness inside an underwired and structured bra. Then I moved to the other breasts and did the same. Finally, I rested my hand on her torso, below her bra-line.

“Come now to my bedroom and let me please you by any means you want. Anything you want,” I urged her and she didn’t resist my standing up; she let me guide her down the short corridor and into my bedroom.

We held each other again and kissed and I started to undress her, by lifting her tight top. Within two minutes, she had undressed down to her panties and bra; and I had got naked. Saskia looked down at my growing erection and giggled. She put out a hand and held me under my scrotum.

“Let me take out my plugs,” she said, “so you’ll see what I mean.” The panties came off.

She reached down between her legs and from her vagina removed a flesh-coloured rubber, or other soft material, pear-shaped object with a plastic cord to pull it. It was over 3 inches across at its widest deep inside he; and she handed it to me, as if you show me. I laid it gently on my pile of clothes on the chair.

Saskia then asked for the bathroom and I led her to my little en-suite. With one foot on the toilet seat, she took a wodge of tissue and reached round to her bottom. Slowly she pulled on a t-bar handle and extracted another plug; catching it on the tissue. It also was over 3 inches across at its widest and must have been over 2 inches in her opening.

I saw that it was clean; no sign of shit. Just a smear of white lubricant. She laid it on the mirror-shelf and covered it with more tissue.

She washed her hands, dried them and then turned to me, “See what I mean?”

I led her to lie down and kissed her a lot; face, breasts, tummy, groin and her hairy mound. She smelled sweet and clean, and I guessed she’d got ready for this meeting by completing all her ablutions. I wondered what that meant about her motives; or did she do this every evening after coming home from work?

Saskia opened her legs a little and my tongue found her clitoris. It was perfectly formed and larger than I’d known before. I licked rhythmically and sucked on her clit and around the big swollen labia. Amazingly, within two minutes she put her hand on my head and pushed me down to encourage me further. She began to moan and I felt that her spine and throat were being tensed. She was on the threshold of an orgasm and it came explosively. Her whole body shook and she uttered “Mmmm.” She squeezed her legs together; forcing my face away from further stimulation.

She relaxed and held my head which by then was on her stomach. Her torso was pulsing and I realised she was sobbing again. I lifted my head and, sure enough, tears were running down her cheeks. She spoke through the sobs.

“Leo. Thank you. No one has shown me such kindness. It’s been years since I got such a pleasure. Thank you, you lovely man.” Then she seemed to wander off into a calm, almost sleepy, quietness.

I let her be quiet for a few minutes and raised myself to lie alongside her. I curled a hand round her body to hold her waist and the other hand on her shoulder nearest to me. She nestled against me until her “recovery” was complete, shall we say.

I asked, “What else can I do to give you pleasure, dear Saskia?”

She was silent for a few seconds and then said, “I’m afraid to ask you for more. You may not want to do it.”

“I said anything for you and I mean anything. Just tell me,” I spoke quietly.

She took my left hand and kissed it, and then licked it all over with copious spittle. Then she raised herself into a doggy position.

“Please put it into my bottom. taksim eskort There is already a lot of lubrication. Please see if you can fit into me, and then I’ll tell you more I like,” she instructed me.

Kneeling at her right side, I did as she asked with my left hand and it slipped through her opening with little resistance. Just a little stretching of the circular opening itself and then I was inside her up to my wrist.

“Clench your fist, please,” she said and I did that. I could feel the tube of her rectum stretching against my knuckles and my thumb.

“Push further in like that, please,” she instructed more, and I did so; feeling resistance as my penetration got up towards my elbow.

“Enough now, wait there,” and she reached down with one hand, still on all-fours, and began to massage her own labia and clitoris, until she told me, “Start push-pulling in me. Just a little.”

I did as she said; pulsing my fist and arm back and forth in her entrails by just an inch or so. The effect was amazing. She came to another massive orgasm and collapsed forward onto the bed, with my arm still inside her. She opened her legs and reached round to hold my arm, and began to urge me out of her. Slowly I undid my fist and pulled my arm out of her.

This time, there was a little shit on the edge of my knuckles. When my hand was completely free, I left her lying in her trance, and went to the en-suite; and washed my arm and especially my hand.

When I got back to the bed, Saskia looked towards me and said, “That was wonderful, Thank you. Now you know the sort of things I like. You can take me if you want but I’m worried you’ll be disappointed.”

Before I could say anything, she lifted her legs up towards her chest, so that her feet were up in the air, pointing to the ceiling, “Both ready now,” she spoke and giggled.

My erection had waned earlier but now was returning. I masturbated for a moment and decided to get into her vagina, such as it was. To be honest, it really was a disappointment. There was no sensation of friction or stretching on my erection. Ejaculation was impossible and I gave up after a few minutes, pulling out her slowly.

Saskia sensed what was happening and let her legs down and began to turn away from me, to show her self-disgust. I pulled her back to me and held her tightly, kissing her face and mouth. Tongue into her mouth and her throat. I noticed that she did not gag and planned to shag her there if she would agree. But I underestimated her and she knew what I was thinking.

“Fuck my throat if you would like. It’s the best I can do for you,” she seemed apologetic.

Without my urging her in any way, she lay across the bed with her head hanging over the edge of the mattress and her throat stretched out; and her mouth wide open. I stood at the edge of the bed, with her head between my thighs and entered her mouth. She used her tongue on me for a few seconds and then lifted her head to pull my erection into the back of her throat. I did not hesitate and slowly pushed forward until I was deep into her throat and my testicles were resting on her lips.

She held my thighs and pushed me back and forth to encourage my shagging. Within a short time, my climax began to build and she grabbed me deep into her throat as my juices flooded out of me. I could feel her swallowing at every pulse of my ejaculation, until my load was finished and my erection began to subside.

I left her throat but she held me in her mouth for a few moments longer, to tongue me and hold my corona in her teeth gently. Then we parted and lay down again. By this time, it was almost midnight and we slept together under my summer-weight duvet. I knew that I’d found a most unusual young woman and that there would be exciting days ahead.

Later in the night, Saskia asked me to fist her vagina also and we talked about double fisting in back and front openings. That happened a few day later still and she was insatiable. She wanted to be filled and pulsated deep inside her abdomen, while playing on her own clitoris and labia. And I learned even more how to bring her to climax with my mouth and tongue. All she could do for me was the deep throat. That needs another chapter at a later time.

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It had been months since she had been touched by a man. And the longer she was made to wait, the greater her want grew. She had reached the point of being almost numb to her own touch. The ever more elaborate scenarios she had set up as she locked herself in her bathroom were becoming less and less effective in satisfying her desires.

She had never had trouble getting herself off before, usually being able to give herself an orgasm with little more than a minute and a pair of fingers. There were days she might cum 4, 5, 8 or even 10 times if she was feeling really frisky. But now, she found it was getting harder to climax. And more than that, she would occasionally feel something between shame, embarrassment and disappointment afterward.

As the creeping desperation of unquenched lust continued to stalk her, her fantasies and waking dreams were going well beyond her story-book romantic thoughts from her teens and early twenties. She tried to resist the impulses that were driving her desires to darker and more deviant places, often times calling friends or family in order to stop the flow of these thoughts. But she could not stop these carnal cravings from hijacking her dreams.

The woman who commanded respect with her dogged determination…The same one who would not buckle under pressure…The one who would not back down, whether to man mecidiyeköy escort or woman…The one who was just as powerful as any man and as cunning as any woman…The one who saw what she wanted and was unafraid to do whatever, say whatever to whomever in order to get what she felt she deserved…

…was the woman who had dreams of submitting herself in ways that would have once frightened her. Vivid dreams of sex acts her friends and family would regard as depraved were coming to her with increasing frequency. Soon, she was incorporating these more extreme elements into her daily musings.

She had regularly fantasized about getting on her knees to pleasure a man. Now her thoughts went further, envisioning taking him in deeper, forcing herself to take all of him in her mouth, even practicing her breathing and relaxing her muscles that she could push past her fear and take him all the way down her throat. A feeling of exhilaration rose as she imagined all of this with a man very well endowed.

She had regularly imagined a man pleasuring her orally, but the mental images she played in her head were venturing into new territories. In order to feel something more intense, she longed for her imaginary lover to slap her vulva, gently at first, between kisses, and then increasing in force and intensity. She had one maslak eskort dream of her body being bound in a spread eagle position and being blindfolded with her lover using various instruments to slap, whip or otherwise batter her between her legs. She even took to slapping herself gently from time to time to help make her fantasy come closer to life.

She had regularly envisioned having sex, but she was now imagining feeling the intense pressure of being penetrated by a man with a large cock, one big enough that it would take tremendous force to break its way inside her. In one dream, she felt her whole body being broken open as though she were a wishbone being pulled apart. It wasn’t enough to have this man inside her, she wanted him to fill her up, stretch her past comfort. She would be brave and take all of him and not give up or tell him to stop.

She had never considered anal sex, but now she couldn’t stop herself from imagining this man forcing himself inside her ass. Her harsh refusals to previous lovers were a distant memory now. The training her mysterious lover had begun in her dreams made her want him- crave him- inside this forbidden place.

It was the ultimate intrusion, the ultimate submission, the ultimate trust, the ultimate intimacy. She even began training on her own as she masturbated, gingerly fatih eskort massaging between her cheeks the first few times before slowly sneaking a pinky finger, graduating to a middle finger and eventually the middle and ring fingers at the same time. She imagined her fingers to be the slender beads he lubed and inserted in her as he penetrated her from the front. Soon she progressed to toys in front and back at the same time, bringing herself to orgasm almost immediately the first go around.

She wanted him everywhere, filling her up all at once, taking her body past its limits, tearing her open to reach her core, offering her body to be used in ways she could not voice. Her body was his to take without asking or apology. She wanted him to own her pleasure, own her desire, own her lust, own her body. Recurring images of him cumming on her, inside her, on her face, on her lips, on her tongue, down her throat infiltrated her thoughts. She wanted his cum on her body to turn runny and drip all over her before it dried, sticky and flaky. Kneeling before him, savoring his cum in her mouth before swallowing him, consuming his pleasure would be her ultimate gratification.

Afterward, he would bathe her in a golden shower. The heat of his body on her in this way was a warm embrace, washing away any and all fear or worry, gloriously cleansing her. She wanted him to scrub her in the shower afterwards with a sponge, the hot water helping to lather her favorite body wash as he scours her skin clean. Drying her off with fluffy white towels, she emerges reborn, renewed and rejuvenated. She is made virgin again in his sensual baptism.

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She nervously eyed the door clearly marked Men’s Shower Room, hoping to catch her prey coming out. It had been almost fifteen minutes since the last man had left the room and yet none had been her mark. Growing impatient and bold, she waltzed into forbidden territory. She could hear a running shower, and the room was filled with steam. Cautiously she made her way towards the shower stalls, hoping to not run into anyone other than her target. She slowly edged herself around the final corner, and softly gasped. There he was the gorgeous hunk that had caught her eye earlier in the weight room.

She had noticed him while riding one of the stationary bikes that were situated in front of a mirrored wall. He had passed behind her on his way to one of the many pieces of exercise equipment. Enthralled, she had gazed raptly at him as muscles bulged and flexed, and sweat rolled down his body. What a sight! And now here he was. She grinned as a wicked impulse overcame her.

Stepping back a little she hurriedly toed off her tennis shoes, and stripped her shorts and t-shirt off. All she wore underneath was a two piece bikini set. The top piece was fashioned to appear as a demi-bra and the bottoms a thong. Cherry red and shiny, the leather bikini made her feel sexy. She slowly peered around the corner again, and saw his back was to her. No one else seemed to be around. They were alone. She crept up silently on him, and then cleared her throat loudly. The man jumped, and turned hurriedly around. bağcılar eskort His eyes widened as he observed Savannah standing there, who was unashamedly devouring him with her eyes.

Licking her lips, she walked up to him so their bodies touched. His breath hissed when one finger rubbed along his lips, and the other made a slow trail downward, across his chest and stomach, and finally rested upon the growing bulge. Smiling wickedly, she kneeled before him, and took his cock into her mouth. His hands grasped her head and he muttered, “What the fuck?” and then he groaned as her tongue and teeth played at his dick.

Alternately sucking and nipping him with her teeth, he was soon a willing participant and began thrusting furiously into her mouth. He felt a hand grab him by the balls pulling them, squeezing them and rolling them around. It was almost too much and yet, not enough. Savannah moaned around his cock, enjoying the earthy taste of him in her mouth. He was fully erect now, and stone hard. She rubbed her tongue at the tip of his dick, and tasted his precum.

“Hmmmm, yeahhhh,” she moaned.

She stood up then and backed away a few steps. Seeing he was about to follow her she wagged a finger at him and motioned for him to stop. Reluctantly he did as he was instructed. Ever so slowly, she undid the ties of her bikini top and let it fall to the tiled floor of the shower stall. His dick twitched as he stared admiringly at the fullness of her breasts, zeytinburnu eskort the nipples hard and pointy. She cupped them in her hands, lifting them together and then apart, playing with them, letting her fingers play with the hard nipples. Her eyes closed and she moaned as she enjoyed herself, now rubbing her palms excitedly over them.

Gasping she opened her eyes, and quickly reached for the ties of her bikini thong. His eyes glittered with excitement as her beautiful pubic mound, smoothly shaven, was revealed. Spreading her legs her right hand made a slow trail down to touch her swollen clit. Her hand rubbed on her breasts and she moaned as she felt the surprising rush of an orgasm! She felt his hands close on her arms; he held them out so he could look his fill. And then he was soaping his hands, and rubbing the lather on her. He spread the white foam on her breasts first, making fluffy peaks on her nipples. And then he lathered her hot pussy, stroking her clit fast and hard. He chuckled as she moaned again with another orgasm. Savannah had never been more turned on in her life.

Maybe it was just the thrill of a new experience, or knowing that any moment someone could walk in and catch them. In either case she was feverish, and just the barest touch set her off. She felt his fingers thrusting upward into her wet pussy. She squirmed against him, rubbing herself against his chest, and sucked hard on his shoulder. She heard him moan and sucked güngören eskort some more, occasionally biting him for good measure. And then he was turning her away from him, his body cornering her against one wall of the shower stall. He spread her legs, but took time to admire her ass and rub his hands on it. He played at the opening of that dark hole, even fingering her ass for a minute or more. She begged him, “fuck me”, and pumped her ass at the fingers torturing her. He crowded in behind her, and she felt his dick rub along the swollen flesh of her pussy, playing at the opening. And then he grabbed her hips and thrust fully into her pussy.

Their groans echoed in the shower room as his hips pistoned furiously, his cock slamming into her again and again. She rocked back against that wonderful intrusion, wanting his cock to go deeper and harder. She could feel that upward spiral of pleasure, her pussy tightening around him. He groaned as her spasms began, and frantically he pounded into her. His balls tightened up, and began tingling. He felt the rush of his own climax, and then she screamed.

Panting heavily, he leaned on her, and she let her head roll back to rest on his shoulder briefly. And then she was pulling away, making him groan as he popped out. She stood under the now cold water and rinsed the remaining soap from her body. Stepping out of the shower she reached for a towel and hurriedly dried off.

“That was reaaaaaaal nice”, he said. “What’s your name?” She just smiled and then picked up her soaking bikini.

Shrugging, she then walked over to the rest of her clothes, and put them on. He followed her, a towel wrapped around his hips.

“Thanks sugar, you were great!” she exclaimed. And then she left.

“Damn!” he said. “Did I just dream that?

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Jake sat in his pickup waiting for the hardware store to open. Along with him, there were a couple more trucks parked in the row behind him; everyone wanted to get an early to start on the day’s work.

He noticed a woman sitting in her car waiting off to one side. However, she seemed different because she was wearing what looked like a black evening dress. When the doors opened a few minutes late, she dashed into the door ahead of everyone else. Jake grabbed his list and his cup of coffee and walked into the store heading back to the plumbing area. He needed parts to fix his leaking toilet and some screws to fix a couple loose boards on the deck.

The lady was already back in the plumbing department talking frantically to the salesman. Gathering his parts not too far away, Jake was able to catch some of the conversation.

This woman had been out late last night and when she got home she was removing her tennis bracelet and dropped it down the drain. She wanted to know how to get it back out because it belonged to a friend.

The man was trying to show her how to remove the trap under the sink, but she was just getting furious. She complained that she did not have the money for a plumber and had no idea what he was trying to say.

She was a nice enough looking, her hair was a mess and it was obvious it had been a long hard night. Jake decided to see if he could help. If nothing else it would make the salesperson’s day better so he could move on and help other people in the store.

Putting a few pieces of drainpipe together, Jake tightened them hand tight, trying to show her how they came apart. Handing them to her, she began to struggle trying to take them apart with her hands.

“No, you will need to use a wrench or pliers to loosen the nuts then it will slip apart,” he told her.

She stood there looking at him with a blank hazy stare. “Wrench?” It was then her hands went to her head holding it trying to understand.

He finally said, “Where do you live? It will only take a couple minutes to get your bracelet out. I can follow you home and take it apart for you.” Telling her he needed to buy a couple things first. He had already gotten his toilet parts and, looking on the rack, he added a trap wrench to his stuff. Walking to the hardware aisle, Jake grabbed a box of deck screws. Proceeding to the register, where he paid for the items.

As they walked to the woman’s car, Jake got her address in case they got separated as he followed her home. She was still frantic, worried about the bracelet. Jake told her if she had not run much water after dropping it that it would most likely be safe.

She explained, “I was out until about three and came home with a friend. When I dropped the bracelet down the drain I decided to wait up until the store opened etiler eskort and get some help from them.”

The drive to her house was short, only about ten minutes away. During the drive, Jake wondered why he was helping a stranger like this, but she seemed nice and like she really needed it. Driving up to her place it seemed to be nice for someone who could not afford a plumber.

As they walked up to the door Jake also noticed that she was wearing this amazing pair of heels. They had to be at least five inches high with a strap that came up the heel high around her ankle. The top was a clear acrylic that showed the entire top of her feet; her toenails were painted a striking red that matched her fingers. He swore they were some of the sexiest shoes he had ever seen. Her ass swayed back and forth as she walked to the door. It looked from behind as if her legs went clear up to the sky.

Walking into the house she led him down the hall to the master bedroom. Along the wall was a large vanity right in the bedroom. The toilet and shower were off in a semi-secluded nook not far away. This one room had to be almost half as big as his entire house.

She finally took the time to introduce herself, “My name is Rebecca. My bastard husband just left me; he isn’t paying any alimony, just making the payments on the house, leaving me nothing but bills to pay.” She was clearly upset at that.

He said he was Jake and asked her into which of the basins the bracelet had fallen and she pointed to the one on the left. Trying to look down the trap all Jake could see was black. He asked if she had a flashlight and she returned with one that had dead batteries. So much for looking to see if it was even there. Dropping to his knees, Jake climbed under the sink to get the job over with so he could get home to his own plumbing chores.

Looking at the pipes, Jake saw they were brass, not plastic like most houses. This place had been built with no expense in mind at all. Placing the wrench on the pipe Jake gave it a tug. The nut didn’t budge. Shit, he thought, he would have to lie on his back to get more leverage. Turning over Jake grasped the wrench again giving it a good hard tug. “Arrr Shit!” It popped loose. Moving over to the other side a little farther up and harder to get to he slid deeper under the cabinet. Grasping the nut with the wrench he gave it a hard tug thinking it was in just as tight.

The wrench spun freely, his fingers banged against the cabinet frame, and the trap came falling down splashing him with cold nasty water. Plopping onto the floor beside him was the bracelet. Cussing his shirtwet, Jake reached out handing Rebecca the bracelet. Quickly Jake unbuttoned his shirt to get the cold, wet cloth away from his skin.

Grabbing the pipe Jake cihangir eskort proceeded to put everything back in place. He did not use nearly as much force putting it back together as the pipes really only needed to be snug to work perfectly fine. When everything was finished, Jake rolled out from under the sink. Asking Rebecca to run some water to make sure it did not leak. Jake was lying on his back with his shirt open to his sides as Rebecca ran the water. He looked at the pipes for a long time making sure all was well. Telling her that everything was good; Jake lay back for a minute to catch his breath.

Letting his eyes close for a second or two. Jake heard some rustling and looking up above him was Rebecca pushing her panties past her ankles. Looking up her dress, he could see her pussy spread open, the hair above her partly shaved pussy matted with cum from the night before.

Lifting one heel from the floor to remove her panties, a small glob of cum slipped from her pussy and began to run down her thigh. Just like that, Jake’s dick began to swell, monstrous and hard in a painful position, across his leg. Shifting to adjust his dick, Jake never took his eyes from the prize above him.

“I don’t have any money to pay you, but I can thank you for your trouble,” Rebecca said and then dropped to the floor and began to unbutton Jake’s jeans. Her fingers worked expertly at his belt then one by one, the buttons of his Levis came undone. Rebecca tugged his dick from his boxers. Hard and cramped in the confines, it was a fight for her to get it free.

Once it was out in the open, Rebecca stroked it once or twice and then dropped her lips to Jake’s dick. She didn’t stop at the head, but swallowed it all in one long dive. Looking up at her, Jake could see her tits swaying free in her dress. All of the sudden, it made him wonder why he had not noticed before that Rebecca was braless.

It did not matter at this point, his hands reached up grabbing them, pinching and pulling her. Rebecca screamed onto Jake’s dick sending vibrations down the length. Holding her tits, Jake began to shove his dick up into her mouth fucking her face, as she sucked and stroked his shaft with her fingers. As good as her lips felt, Jake wanted more. Rebecca’s cunt was dripping cum and he figured a little bit more would not hurt.

Grabbing her head shoving his dick deep in her throat Jake rolled over forcing Rebecca to her back with his knees on each side of her body. He began to fuck her mouth from above holding himself up on his hands, his chest muscles flexed above her. His dick drove deep past her tonsils and Rebecca had no choice but to accept him.

On his knees straddling Rebecca’s stomach, he pulled his dick from her mouth and looked down at her. Grinning, he avrupa yakası eskort asked, “Are you ready to pay me journeyman’s wages?” She smiled as he scooted down her body. Climbing between her legs he pulled them up; spreading them apart, he drove his dick deep and hard into her pussy.

Rebecca’s cunt was prelubed with someone else’s cum and she was stretched for fucking; he easily slipped in completely. Rebecca moaned and then screamed at the sudden invasion. Then Jake began to pound his dick as deep and hard in her pussy as he could.

Jake looked down at her tits as they bounced freely in her dress and he picked up his assault of her pussy. Her hips rocked to meet his thrusts. “Oh, fuck! Yes, fuck me harder!” she yelled. His dick coated with last night’s cum made squishy sounds as Jake slipped in and out of her used hole. His dick raked her insides pounding at her cervix; he brought her climax fast and hard.

With a strong pressure, he could feel the squirting of her cum against the tip of his dick, then a warm rush of her juices coated his shaft. “Oh, FUCK, you cunt!” he yelled and pushed her legs higher and slammed his entire length as deep as it would go. Hard and deep, he drove time and time again.

Rebecca screamed a couple more times announcing her orgasm then fell limp below him. Stopping to catch his breath, he looked at the slut he was fucking. Rolling Rebecca over onto her hands and knees, Jake flipped her black dress up over her ass, aiming his dick at her pussy. Not wasting any time Jake drove his dick back into her used gash.

Rebecca grunted as Jake began to fuck her again, this time doggy style. Pulling her hips up in the air, he forced his dick deep; at this angle, he could feel the head of his dick pound at her cervix. Rebecca grunted and pushed back meeting his thrusts.

There was a squishing sound coming from her cunt as Jake’s big heavy balls slapped her clit and Rebecca moaned out loud. Forcing her shoulders to the floor, Jake began to give Rebecca his all. Feeling his orgasm approaching, her sloppy cunt felt good, Rebecca screamed, “I’m cumming! Fuck, yeah. Oh, MY FUCKING GOD! I’m cumming.” Her pussy tightened and so did his balls, with a deep thrust, Jake buried his dick deep against her cervix and he began to fill Rebecca with sperm. Squirt after squirt shot deep inside her pussy; her ass rocked against him, her fingers between her legs rubbing her clit, Rebecca rode her orgasm out.

Exhausted, Jake collapsed, rolling off to one side. His dick slowly shriveled back to normal size and Rebecca lay stretched out flat on her stomach, passed out. Regaining his composure, Jake pulled up his pants and grabbed his wrench.

Looking down at Rebecca, Jake smiled, her naked ass pointing up at him, his cum seeping from her twice-used cunt, her passed out on her bedroom floor. Seeing a tube of lipstick on her vanity, Jake opened it up, writing: Jake 555-1212 he left out the front door for home and his own chores. As he climbed into his truck, Jake saw it was not even ten and he muttered, “This might be one hell of a weekend yet.”

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[group, girl on girl, man on man, oral, anal, swinging, hot wifing, voyeur, exhib, cream pies, I loved eating and fucking strange cock — for the taboo as much as for the variety, but I want to make intimate love with you. Your cock satisfies me, but strange cock thrills me — like skydiving.”

Well, there was my answer. Could I handle watching my fiancee fuck multiple men? I thought I knew all of her sordid past promiscuity, but she lied about that. How and what could I trust from her? Now that I had her permission, I knew she wouldn’t object, and might maybe enjoy watching, as I filled multiple mouths, pussies and asses. My cock surged. “Flower, get between her legs and lick Sue’s pussy clean. Take your time so I can thoroughly lick yours clean too. I want to taste her when I kiss you and her to taste you when I kiss her.” As I lay on my back under Flower, I was aware of my stiff pole standing obscenely straight up and swinging with its own itch. A warm mouth soon covered it and gently drew it into a hot throat. I felt massive, soft tits against my legs and Flower’s firm ass under my hand as I sucked and savored her exquisite juices.

Shortly my butt and abs began twitching to signal my impending climax. Flower pushed the other woman away and mounted my staff. As she slowly took it all in, she ensured Sue watched me de-Flower her. Her large tits were enticing, but her nipples were tiny pebbles. Sue’s tits were shapely, but tiny, however her nipples were perfection in density, shape, taste, and length.

After a frozen moment, pubes to pubes, she began furiously pounding my stiffness and pulled Sue to kiss her passionately as she fucked me. Just a half dozen pulses later, my balls contracted and sent stream after stream of thick, hot cum into Flower. Resignation aborted, Sue leaned forward and licked my shaft as it exited Flower’s tight pussy. When she pulled my bishop out, she caught all my cum as it poured out of the well-fucked twat. After swallowing the first mouthful, she filled her mouth again, showed the thick pool to Flower and Da Boss before letting it flow directly into his mouth.

Flower and the other stranger shared Sue’s cum as their tongues tangled. Da Boss swivelled bağcılar eskort me on the bed and sucked my still sticky, semi firm cock into his mouth. His athletic tongue worked magic on my cock and it swelled to full stiffness again. Sue smiled, “Now maybe you can feel what he does to stiffen clits and wet pussies?” I knew she had to be speaking from experience. Though breathing heavily, I was still aware of his tongue sliding down my shaft and under my balls. Before I could devise an answer, I felt my balls spasm again, impossibly soon, and felt my cock slide into his hot, clenching throat. My hips thrust to push my cock as deep as possible as I spurted directly into his belly. On the third thrust, he rested my twitching cock on his tongue so it filled his mouth with my juices. He seemed pleased and, in my dizziness, I had to accept that this was one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had. Shit!

Sue had been gently sucking and nibbling Da Boss’s monster cock until I came in his mouth. “Since the resignation is off, all options are open. You and I may fuck any or all of the women here or even Da Boss. You don’t look quite ready, but I have an itch. My ass is ready for you when you are.” She quickly kissed me and left a taste of sweet precum on my lips before she mounted the monster cock and furiously gyrated on it as Flower mounted my face. She smelled and tasted so wonderful, I forgot I was eating some remnants of my own cum. When I sucked her slippery clit and nibbled on it, she screeched and showered my mouth and face with fresh cum. Sue laughed, “How are you enjoying your dessert?”

“I have to admit it’s tasty and intoxicating. This sauce will be great on nearly any fruit.” Da Boss was gently stroking me as I watched his monster distend and fill my fiancee from just inches away and under her sweet little ass. Her butt hole bloomed, opened then puckered closed each time he slammed her. Though I knew the surprisingly sweet scent of her dark hole, the strong aroma of her pussy nectar and his Cowper’s kept it from me, even with my nose in her crack.

After wiping some of her slippery juices from where her vulva met his monster, I put that finger in her ass crack and let zeytinburnu eskort her bouncing rub her wrinkled hole against that wet finger. It wasn’t long before that finger was deep in her ass and she was moaning with my motions. Soon a second, then a third finger was in her bowels and her moans were incoherent. Finally, it was time for my cock to replace those fingers.

Once on my knees behind her and between his legs, I pressed her down for better access to her rear. That put her tit in his mouth. I saw and no longer objected — how could I? Yet seeing them tongue wrestle disturbed me a bit. Since I couldn’t get enough lube with my fingers, I slid my stiff cock along her vulva and his thick, slimy cock. Repeating this on the other side began to feel like I were fucking a new hole.

Once wet, I pressed my bishop against her puckered hole and stroked up and down until she relaxed and let me pop inside her. When I cleared the internal sphincter, I felt a bone out of place. Too low to be her pubic bone or any part of her hips, I quickly realized I was bumping his bone-er. I bounced off his surprising stiffness. It felt like a steel rod wrapped in layers of padding. When he felt me, he began fucking her again. I felt the power of his monster push against me. It felt warm, strong, primal and alpha as it pushed me aside. Soon we had an alternating pattern that gave each of us the heat of her greatest depths, yet the internal cock to cock contact added pressure and increased arousal— the beauty of DP.

Sue was moaning loudly and gasping with each thrust, her chest and face stained crimson. Neither of us wanted to cum nor make her cum too soon and end this bliss. Somehow, she managed to blurt out, “Paul, get – your – ass – in – here – I – need – anoth – er – cock – in me.” We heard the bed creak next door and saw Paul’s briefs fly to the ceiling as he rushed into our room. He looked at the ten naked women pleasing themselves and each other; two were recording all the action. Paul determined that Sue’s only open hole was her mouth so he climbed over Da Boss’s head and let him lick his own ten-inch monster several times before shifting it to Sue’s hungry mouth.

Leaning at güngören eskort the perfect angle to suck Paul’s cock into her throat let his low-hanging balls tea bag Da Boss who seemed to enjoy the swinging testes. The third cock threw off our cadence for a few steps then Sue found the perfect balance to get the most of the two rods in her nethers then bounced Paul’s cock deep into her throat – briefly. And repeat, again, and again, and again.

I could see her pulse racing in her neck veins, her red tits and face said she was about to cum, or die. I wondered if Paul would mind her biting his cock off in the peak of her orgasm. Just as she began gasping deeply, Paul filled her belly with his load; she shuddered violently in climax and set off both me and Da Boss at once. We would not let her go until we were drained completely. He had been saving his cum for the last two hours so his release was immense.

I pulled out and saw my cum run freely from her ass just before Da Boss flipped her to her back before pulling out. I was close enough to her stretched pussy to see his pulses fill her well completely. As soon as he stopped cumming, he pushed his face into her saturated pussy and began licking his own cream pie as he plugged her ass with his thumb to stop my river from flowing onto the sheets. Paul pointed the pussy and cum soaked cock as an offering to me. I declined, so he pushed under Da Boss’s balls and sucked the slimy weapon into his mouth.

Fascinated, I watched the three enjoy their cream pie buffet until I realized Sue’s mouth was empty. When I spun around and fed her my dripping cock, she sucked and licked it like a first meal in a week. It took a while for Da Boss to suck and scoop all his cream out of her then sit her on his face and let my cream and his mingle as they ran out of her and into his mouth. When he was finally done, and my fiancee was mostly clean and glistening, I had to ask, “So how did you all enjoy your dessert? It was all on, or in, Sue.”

Paul smiled and replied, “Now you see why Sue is special here and why we’ve missed her. We are all thrilled you are coming back weekly. My bouncer, Guido, and the front door bouncer can’t wait to fill her beautiful pussy again. There’s something special about her ass too that none of these other women have. We’ll email you the videos now that you are in the game. And Al, start loosening your asshole. We have some smaller members, but Guido, Da Boss and I all want to test the back waters of new members.” He sneered and I gasped.

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Chapter 12. Rob. (July 1997)

I was on my way to a Travelodge near C, where I had a meeting next day. It was around eight in the evening when I picked up the hitchhiker on his way to a folk festival, also on the outskirts of C. Long haired and with a substantial backpack which included a tent, Rob grumbled about the uncharitable disposition of all the other motorists who had ignored him, saying he’d be late at the campsite and would still have the hassle of erecting his tent and finding somewhere to eat.

Tall and slim I fancied the handsome 22 year old as soon as he climbed into the car and so suggested to Rob that if he’d like to share my room at the Travelodge I could drop him off at the campsite in the morning.

“I’ll also take you for a meal after we’ve checked in if you like.” I added, hoping to clinch it.

“That would be great, thanks a lot!”

By a quirk of fate I’d booked a double room, all the singles being taken, but found myself wondering what they’d think when I turned up with a gorgeous young guy many years my junior! Well they could think whatever they wanted; I was far enough away from home to be unconcerned about gossip. However, I left Rob in the car while I went to check in and collect my key.

When we entered the room I noticed Rob smile when he saw the double bed. He had been completely unfazed by my suggestion of him sharing the room, as if it was an everyday occurrence!

“How hungry are you, shall we get to know one another a little better şişli escort before going for a meal?” I asked.

“I’m hungry for two things at the moment.” Rob smiled, undoing his jeans. “Food comes a poor second to sex.”

“My thoughts exactly.” I too began undressing.

The lovemaking was urgent; we both knew they’d by time for refinement later. Rob fucked me vigorously, his lips pressed to mine; tongue probing my mouth, and when he came it seemed to last for ever as jet after jet spurted into me.

After a shared shower we went for the meal. Then it was back to the Travelodge for more lovemaking.

While Rob undressed I went to the loo. A naked Rob came in while I was wiping myself and saying he needed a pee asked me to hold his cock for him. Happy to oblige I took Rob’s cock in my hand and directed the thick stream of pee flowing from it into the toilet bowl.

“I needed that,” he said, the flow slowing to a trickle before ceasing altogether.

I knelt and licked the end of Rob’s cock before taking it into my mouth, excited by the taste of his pee as a few final drops trickled down my throat.

Back in the bedroom he undressed me, taking his time and stroking my flesh as each bit was revealed. When I was naked Rob laid me on the bed and holding my legs wide apart pressed his lips to my cunt. I was writhing and moaning my pleasure while his tongue licked me there. Sucking and nibbling my clitoris Rob brought me to a wild and noisy orgasm.

He beşiktaş eskort moved on top and slowly, gently but firmly, his manhood entered me. It felt exquisite as Rob’s cock drove deeper inside me. With less urgency than earlier Rob fucked me steadily, his cock driving deep with every thrust. I clung to him, fingernails digging into his flesh as I writhed beneath the grunting Rob, wishing it would never end. Of course it did end but I experienced another glorious orgasm almost simultaneously with Rob’s semen jetting into me.

Waking in the morning and finding the gorgeous young man lying beside me was lovely and when my exploring hand found an erect cock things got even better. Rob was still asleep and I slowly rubbed my cunt while holding his cock. It wasn’t long before he awoke and his hand displaced mine between my thighs. While I played with Rob’s cock and balls he fingered my cunt. We would both have been happy to stay in bed all day I think but work, for me at least, beckoned.

Throwing the quilt aside I sat astride Rob to lower myself onto his waiting erection, uttering a happy cry to feel it sinking deep inside again. Moving up and down I quickly had his full length buried inside myself. It felt lovely!

I began to ride his upward thrusting cock, keeping him slow and controlled, not wanting it to be over too soon. Rob held my bouncing breasts in his hands, grunting and beginning to lose control of himself. The bed was creaking loudly fulya eskort as we fucked wildly now, the sweat running down my body. Suddenly the orgasm hit me and I arched backwards, Rob’s fingers rubbing my clit as his cock drove in and out of my cunt. Then his cock jerked and spurted deep inside me.

After a shower I drove him to his campsite. During the drive Rob told me he would be attending another festival in six weeks time and as it was only in the next county to where I live how about getting together again? I hadn’t told him the actual village where I live, just the nearest town to it, ever mindful of the need for discretion. I now wrote my phone number down for him telling Rob to give me a ring nearer the time.

Well, to cut a long story short, when the time came hubby collected Rob from the station on Friday so that he could stay the weekend with us while attending the festival. The mornings were spent in wild and rampant lovemaking after which hubby drove Rob to the festival site, returning for him late evening. Rob seemed completely unconcerned about making love to me under the watchful eye of my husband and if he thought it an odd arrangement didn’t mention the fact.

For hubby though it was a unique and exciting event, few guys being permitted to stay overnight with us. Of course Rob displaced hubby in the marital bed for the three nights he stayed with us, J sleeping in a spare room. Only when he returned from dropping Rob off at the station on the Monday morning did hubby tell me just how exciting he’d found it to have his place in the marital bed usurped by the handsome, well endowed and virile young guy, Rob fucking me eleven times altogether. Hubby admitted to lying in bed at night masturbating while listening to us fucking in the next room!

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Christmas is a depressing time for me, not sure why but it always has been and as far as I can tell, always will be. Something about a joyous time that was never really a great time for me. I think the thing that gets me the most is when I see sexy little Christmas suits or lingerie displayed out in malls, and I have no one to wear it for. I have a tight little body and would love to have some fun with someone this holiday.

I went to the mall, and just to torture myself, decided to walk past a lingerie store. Sure enough, there was sexy full figured red and white bra & panty sets and full out lingerie on display and sure enough, it left me empty. I stared at it for quite some time, almost obsessing over it. The male cashier was staring at me as if I was thinking about pocketing it and running away. I was waiting for security to tap me on the shoulder and escort me out of the mall. Just as I was about to leave, I had a tap on the shoulder and was given quite the fright.

“Excuse me…Miss.” said the cashier.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to steal it.” I replied.

“Steal it?” he replied with a smirk. “You don’t have to steal it.”

Just then he handed me a store bag with that same outfit inside, plus a few more goodies.

“A male customer paid for it and told me hand it to you once he left. We usually never have these requests and I apologize if it offends you.” he said genuinely.

“Offended. Not all all. Flattered and surprised, yes. Also a little sad.” I said.

“Those are some of our best items. Whats there to be sad for?” he said.

“I don’t usually accept things from strangers, and it wouldn’t been nice to thank the man.” I said, both a both excited and disappointed tone.

“He did drop a card in there so who knows. What I do know is, and with all due respect, it looks like it will be a great fit.” he said.

“Thank you.” I said. “Ummm, thanks for…handing it to me.”

“Well…you’re welcome, I guess.” he smirked.

“Enjoy and Merry Christmas.” he said as he walked back into the store.

“Thanks, and Merry Christmas.” I said back.

I walked around the mall a little bit and swore to not open the card until I got home. It was hard but I liked the mystery and excitement. The whole mecidiyeköy escort drive home I felt not so alone and a little less blue and more red with excitement. I was pretty happy with all the shopping I accomplished today but the fact a stranger bought me mystery gifts, is something I will never forget.

I got home, to my empty house, and unloaded all my gifts and put them in my bedroom, before dumping the gift bag onto my bed. Out fell a card in an envelope, a red and white candy cane and two suits. One was a short red felt skirt with white fuzzy trim, and a matching bra as well. It also came with red and white thigh highs stockings. The second was a pair of lacey red and white vibrating panties and again, a matching bra to go with it. Also a silk red blindfold. I could feel the excitement in my body as all of me felt like I was overheating. Its been a little while since I was with someone on the holidays, and its been even longer since that someone gave me anything close to something like this. I was over the moon and slightly scared to open the letter. Moments later I opened the envelope and opened the card. It read…

“Dear Misses.

I noticed you starting at this lingerie for quite some time, so in the holiday spirit I decided to gift it to you. I apologize in advance for this gesture, but I assume that if you are taking the time to read this card, that you are not offended and have accepted this gift freely. If you are in a relationship, happy or not, do not reply to my number below as these are not my intentions. I am single and just wanted to spread some holiday cheer in the only real way I know how. I cannot guarantee or explain why I did this, but I can guarantee that I am not crazy, or obsessive, I’m not looking for anything especially repayment, I just wanted to brighten someones holiday with that blue look in their big brown eyes. I spent a great deal staring at you so I know that will fit you perfectly. My number is below, feel free to message me anytime. Sincerely, Mr. Scorpio.”

WOW! I thought. I had no idea how obsessed I was over these suits as I had no idea someone was watching me, let alone long enough to guess my measurements, and write the card I was holding in my shaking maslak eskort hands.

All day I could not think straight. I also couldn’t bring myself to message him as I had never thought in a million years that this would happen to me as I left the house this morning. Lunch time turned to dinner, and dinner to bed and I still couldn’t bring myself to send him a message. Part of it was doubt and the other part was excitement. I was finally ready to close my eyes and decided to send him a message, then immediately put down and silence the ringer on my phone.

“Dear. Mr. Scorpio. I received my gift. You are correct, I am not offended but overcome with many mixed feelings, a few of those being excitement and gratitude. Thank you for the gift and hope to hear back from you. – Misses”

I did what I promised myself I would. I sent it and immediately shut off my phone and put it on my night stand. That night, I had no dreams about my mysterious encounter, or any nightmares about me actually getting in touch with a stranger. I got up, had my coffee and sat at the table with my phone still off. I knew it wasn’t my coffee that were making my hands shake, but I reluctantly turned my phone on and placed it screen down on the table. I got up and walked around the kitchen table until my nerves were slightly settled. I sat down, took a few deep breaths and slightly lifted the edge of my phone up. The more my heart raced, the slower I lifted it. I looked at it like it was a test result in high school and I didn’t want the result to anger my parents. Finally I looked at my phone.

NOTHING. There were no messages back.

I was filled with so many emotions that moment. The most being disappointment, or anger. I couldn’t decide. I think I was more mad at myself than him but as of right now it was hard to tell. I wanted to throw my phone in the trash along with the red and white outfits. A little while went by and I decided to do the opposite. I loaded the sexy suits in the mall bag and got in my car. I thought, I deserve this, but thought it would be funny to return it to the store and get a refund for items I never even purchased.

I angrily stormed back to the shop I left my hopes at, and placed the bag fatih eskort on the counter. I was greeted by the same young man who had seen me yesterday.

“Hello. How can I…help you.” he said, in a confused tone.

“Hi. I’d like to return these please.” I said, in a cocky voice.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t do that.” he said.

“Why, they’re not worn.” I said again in a cocky tone.

“No, I can see that Ma’am. It’s not that.” he replied.

“Why, is it because I don’t have the receipt.” I asked, full of sass.

“This store does accept unused items without a receipt. But I cannot process this return.”

“Why?” I asked as my sass turned to confusion.

“Because of this…” he replied as he handed me another envelope.

“I have politely asked this man to no longer ask me to hand you gifts and cards after this, so I do not want to lose my job over this. I hope you understand.” he nervously stated.

“It’s not a problem.” I ensured him, as I picked up my bag and card and sat down on the bench in the centre of the mall.

I opened it much faster than the last one and started to read it with my usual shaking anxiety filled hands.

“Dear Misses. I am glad you liked the gift and were not scared or offended. I also knew you’d be angry at my lack of replying and knew you’d be here to return my gifts. I am a Scorpio, it is my job to know peoples emotions and reactions. I am writing you to give you further instructions.”

I stopped there not knowing who he thought he was or why I wanted to continue. No one has even given me “instructions” before. Reluctantly, after a few hundred deep breaths, I continued.

“Tomorrow morning, you will come here around the same time and sit in the same spot you are now. You will be dressed in the vibrating panties I have provided with your usual clothes on top. You will have your phone in your hand the entire time awaiting to hear back from me. You will comply with these instructions, or wishes, and you will enjoy yourself. Signed, Sir.”

My first thought was “who the hell does this guy think he is” but my second thought, that immediately silenced the first was “I now know who the hell I am.” I gathered my thoughts and my things and headed home to live the rest of my ordinary day, with extraordinary thoughts running through my mind.

I felt excited, and safe. I felt passionate and wanted. My depression and my anxiety no longer felt like I was dead…I felt alive. These were thoughts and feelings inside of me as I drifted off to sleep.

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I have never met Nancy. Emails and messages were all we ever exchanged. They had always been intelligent, provocative, risqué, loaded with double meanings, but so far, not very graphic. These were the fodder of my fantasy and fantasy is the fuel of masturbation. That was the task now “at hand”. (Pun very much intended.)

The house was quite. The windows in the bedroom were open, allowing the gentle cool breeze to continually refresh the room. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow throughout the room.

Naked, I laid down on top of the sheets of the freshly made bed. Anticipation alone brought me to full arousal. I lay there motionless for just a moment. My penis, now eight inches of stick-straight erectness, subtly throbbed with each heartbeat. My cock and scrotum, shaved completely, were tickled by the delicate air currents.

I began to recall what I knew of my correspondent. I created her from my previous mental notes. Slowly, her image appeared to me. She floated above me, blonde, voluptuous, naked and tanned. She drifted before me. She could see me in my present state and smiled with approval. My virtual lover began her encouragement. Her hands caressed her body, sliding along her hips, her waste, her stomach, and then to her breasts. She seductively licked her lips just as her fingers slid over her hard red nipples. She smiled again at me and firmly massaged her breasts, pushing and squeezing them, as I would have. I could see all of these things through both open and closed eyes.

My body began its all-to-familiar routine. A glycerin-like drop appeared at the tip of my cock. This would be just the beginning. My production of such lubricant, as with the eventual product of my climax, was always remarkably abundant. Nancy and I had previously exchanged a related bit of information. We both enjoyed the wetter aspects of sex. It was an integral component to our arousal and enjoyment, not an annoyance to be avoided or eliminated at the soonest available moment. Neither of us shied away from the fluids we produced or those of our partners. On the contrary, we eagerly and fully enjoyed their presence through the senses of sight, texture, smell and taste. We wholeheartedly encouraged their production.

I was certainly holding up my part of the bargain. With my imaginary lover floating before me, a riverlet of clear pre-cum now flowed from the crown of my throbbing cock to its base. Hungry for contact, my fingers caressed my scrotum, warm and drawn tight up against my body. Gently I touched myself, rus escort my fingertips feeling the round contours of my testicles through my taught, smooth and hairless skin. I wrapped my fingers around the base of my erection for the first time and drew them up to the head, causing a large expulsion of precum. My ghostly companion breathed deeply, her breasts heaved accordingly, in obvious support. In an expression of our common interests and her desire to arouse me further, my phantom let a dribble of saliva trickle from the corner of her red-lipsticked mouth. It fell from her chin to her breast.

My efforts transitioned to a new level. I wanted more than just the visual stimulation from by translucent companion. I wanted to touch her, to smell her and above all, taste her. I wanted the same for her. I wanted her to touch me, to smell me and above all, taste me.

My hand took firm control and slid all around my cock. Slippery precum soon coated my hand, creating a velvety smooth feeling. The sensation was wonderful, but could not compare with that of the wet mouth or the moist lips of a woman’s pussy. I wanted that feeling badly and so I created it as best as I could. But first, I wanted too know. I wanted to know that my mental friend was as aroused as I. The ghost of Nancy floated above me. Her soft long legs parted. As clear as if in reality, I looked up at her soft hairless pussy. Her lips were pink, swollen and pouty with excitement. Her long-nailed fingers seductively parted those lips and I could see her inner flesh glisten. She slowly and with deliberate intentions, touched her budding clitoris and rubbed her luscious opening. She became more and more excited, more and more damp until her gift was presented. A long silver droplet left the lips of her pussy and stretched at the end of a clear thread down to my face. The single drop touched my lips and seared them with a heatless intensity. The smell of the woman’s arousal shot through my nose as if it were actually present. With little effort I imagined the drop of the miraculous nectar slipping between my lips and touching my tongue. Instantly I created the exotic taste and texture of the juices of a woman. My eyes closed. I licked my lips.

My attentions to my cock increased. I could smell my own arousal. My wispy vision continued to encourage me. She floated back down my body until she hovered over my abdomen. Like a snowflake in a gentle wind she lowered. Her phantom pussy enveloped me completely, my own hand providing the surrogate istanbul eskort contact. A huge dribble of precum oozed from the opening and was soon distributed along my length where it would do the most good. My stroking intensified and created the rhythm that my lover would have provided. Her complete body rose and fell, continually impaled on my engorged cock, her wonderful breasts heaved and jiggled in counter rhythm. Faster and faster I made the ghost ride me. Louder and louder I had her scream her feelings of pleasure, her secret wants and her deepest desires. In a tumultuous explosion I granted her release. In the absence of real feelings, I could only create the image of her sweet cum seeping all around by cock, still deeply buried in her. I vainly tried to recreate the twitches and spasms that my cock would have experienced if this were all real.

I took what little factual information I knew of my distant friend and embellished it to suite my needs. I expanded to ultimate limits the idea that she too loved to experience the textures, smells and tastes of our natural lubrication and ejaculations. I fabricated the gestures and acts that I wanted her to do as a result of her own pleasures and desires. I quickly rationalized away the fact that they came from my imagination. No. This is what she wanted to do. This is what she loved to do.

Nancy’s floating body rose off of me. She drifted down between my legs. Her beautiful face looked back up at me, my hard cock partially obstructing the view. No, she did not take me into her mouth. She moved against me. My cock, soaked in real precum and imaginary female juices slid against her face. The mixture smeared warmly on her red lips and her cheeks. Back and forth my hard rubbery cock bounced over her face. She continued until her face was slick and glistening in the setting sunlight.

With all the power of my imagination, this vision moved up my body, her wet face getting closer and closer to mine. Then contact! Our lips touched! Her wet tongue slipped into my mouth and mine into hers. The experienced portions of my brain fired off the familiar warm, soft, slippery and sweet sensations of a woman’s cum. What better way to receive them than by the face, lips, and tongue of their producer!

I was in the final stages of the whole procedure. My orgasm, my real orgasm was fast approaching. My hand was all over me. I rubbed hard at my balls. I vigorously stroked my cock in long and fast motions. I was wet and sticky in my own juices. taksim eskort I held the base for my pretend partner.

“Take me”, I fantasized. It is quite possible that I also spoke those words. “Take me into your mouth. Desire me! Desire my hardness between you lips. Desire my cock filling your mouth. Desire my eruption! Desire the warmth! Desire the sensation of thick spurting cum! Desire the taste of cum that would bathe your tongue! Beg me for it. Plead with me to release myself into you. Encourage the intensity of my orgasm by tickling my balls with your fingernails. Suck my cock hard as if to draw me out.”

Reality and imagination collided in a shattering climax. My mind followed through with the selfish visions that I so desperately craved. Long intense expulsions of thick semen left me and mentally entered the mouth of my friend, in exactly the way she fictitiously desired. She moaned and continued to suck me as her mouth filed with spurt after spurt. My mind’s eye fabricated the sight of saliva mixed cum dribbling from her lips, coating them, as I continued to spurt between them.

The sensations of reality began to sink in but my mind refused to confess the fact that I was alone. The warm sensation of real cum at the base of my cock and along my abdomen did not come directly from me! My ejaculate had not leapt from my erupting cock to fall in thick bands on my stomach and chest. It was not coating my hand still urging my orgasm to completion. No! No! Nancy had taken me as I fantasized she would want to! This was her idea. She loved this! She told me so! This was her idea, her desire, and her chosen method to enjoy my texture and taste. My spurting cock was in her mouth and so must be my climax! Surely that is what I was feeling. Surely I felt Nancy open her mouth to release it contents in as seductive a manner as possible. What she could not retain she slowly and seductively allowed it to flow from her mouth down onto me.

The visions that were so vivid just moments ago now faded in and out. It was harder to picture my fantasy of Nancy. Soon, her image was missing more times than I was able to retain it. Eventually, she was gone and I was again alone.

My body went limp in an attempt to recover. My arms fell to my side. My body, although fully exposed to the cool air, was very warm. My cock, still long and firm but not as erect, lay up against my abdomen. The long streaks of warm semen were splattered from my abdomen across my stomach. Once a thick rich white, they were becoming a thin translucent gray as they liquefied.

I would lie there for a while. I was in no hurry. There was never a rush to clean up. There was never a rush to end the feelings and the smells. My only regret was that in reality, at least this time, I was the only one that had created them.

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Chapter 6

Art and the Goth Scene

Several rather uneventful weeks passed after my romp with Marco, Vangie, Blaine and Freddie. The fact of the matter was that I couldn’t find them again. It would be a year before I ran into Blaine at a club downtown and sadly learn that Vangie and Marco had died in a plane crash in Spain, and that Freddie was in prison for selling cocaine.

The most momentous thing in my life during that time was reuniting with my Aunt Miriam. Actually she was waiting for me outside my workplace one afternoon and insisted that I accompany her to an art gallery to see this “Wonderful painter” just discovered. Since she had also offered to buy me dinner I went along without protest.

The gallery was three blocks away and while I had never been inside an art gallery before, I sensed an excitement that outside of sex, I hadn’t known for quite some time.

We entered the gallery and Aunt Miriam was greeted warmly. It never occurred to me that it was her gallery… oh, no, I was that dumb.

I was, however, taken by the vivid colors and amazing works hanging on the walls. I left her trailing behind as I scurried from one to the next, lost in the totality of it all. I had never been to any of the art museums in the city. Had that been the case I might not have been affected as I was. But I was immersed in all of it; my mind was reeling with what my eyes were taking in.

Aunt Miriam let me go. My guess is she understood what I was going through and knew enough to leave me alone.

She told me later that I’d gone from one painting to the next for over an hour, repeating the process three and a half times before staggering to a bench and plopping my ass down.

She came over and sat next to me.

“What… what is this?” I managed to say.

“It’s an art gallery, Dee, one of dozens in the city.”

“It… it’s unbelievable!”

“Makes you want to pick up a pencil and start drawing again, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah… it does.”

She let me sit there absorbing, or trying to absorb what I’d seen for another twenty minutes before saying, “Do you have any questions?”

“Um… are any of these artists alive?”

“As a matter of fact, all of them are alive and kicking, so far as I know.”

“You come here often, Aunt Miriam?”

“I do. Partly because I love this place and partly because I also own it.”

“You own this gallery?”

“Yes, I own it, Dee.”

“You… you think I have the talent to do this kind of work?”

“That remains to be seen. I do think you have a certain talent. But you need to work at it. You need to study with someone who can teach you certain things about art and thereby enable you to, if you have the capability, to rise to a higher level. If that happens, then yes, you’ll be capable of turning out work comparable to what we have here.”

“These… paintings… what do they sell for?”

“Some are relatively cheap. Some are quite expensive. What you see here range from $800 to $40,000.”

“Jesus Christ!”

“No need to swear. These artists have worked a lifetime to reach their current levels. Too many perfectly good artists never achieve this level… of success. They are either not discovered, or are missing some element of artistry the others possess. In my opinion that’s something that really can’t be pinpointed. Critics will provide a reason for every success or failure, but they’re only blowing in the wind. The distinction between talent and genius can’t be measured by a critic despite what they say.

“The buyer determines that, and only the buyer. And mind you, the buyer is often wrong, but once someone pays, say $20,000 for a painting, that artist is considered highly marketable, people line up to buy the rest of their work. The critic has little to do with it.”

I could only nod my head in wonder.

“Let’s get something to eat, shall we?’ My aunt said. I nodded again, and we left the gallery for an Italian Restaurant a block away. ________________________________________

During the dinner, Aunt Miriam questioned me again about my wanting to pursue art as a life’s work.

I told her I couldn’t as I had to earn a living. She pooh-poohed that, telling me that I could work at her gallery and earn slightly more than I already was and would learn something about both art and the world of art in the process.

“But where would I paint? My place is too small and besides I have a roommate who in all probability would muck things up.” And yes I used the word ‘muck,’ rather than ‘fuck,’ not wanting to shock my aunt.

Aunt Miriam whisked me off to an art supply store, where she proceeded to spend around $2000 on what she termed the essentials needed by any aspiring artist. This included paints, canvasses and brushes, along with the many other ingredients an artist needs to get through their day. ________________________________________

To top things off, she took me home to her place, a sumptuous brownstone a block and a half from the park in bostancı escort mid-town.

“You can have the third floor and store things not needed at the moment in the attic. I think you’ll find it spacious enough for any contingency.”

We went in, and climbed the stairs to the third floor. It seemed a vast space with only four walls from one end to the other.

“I never got around to finishing this floor. I have all the room I need on the first two as it is. Do you think it suites you?”

“I… I don’t know what to say. It’s… its unbelievable!” You really mean it? I mean, you want me to live here?”

“Why not?”

We were quiet for a time as I looked around. Then Aunt Miriam started talking.

“I know what kind of a life you’ve had, Dee. Your mother was only a child when she had you. My mother practically raised you. I helped out when I could, but I won a scholarship to an art school and looked at it as a means of escaping what I then considered a bad situation. Then your Mom met that drunk and to my regret, I used that as an excuse to keep my distance from the family.

“I do regret it, Dee. I could have done something to make life easier for my mother, your sister and you a long time ago, but I didn’t. I sincerely regret it. Now my mother’s gone, and your mom, my sister, is… or I should say, wants nothing to do with me, and I can’t say I blame her.

“But I’m successful and in a position to help you, Dee. Please let me do that. I won’t bother you other than to stop by… I promise to call first… just to see how you’re progressing and if you need anything. Tell me you’ll stay here, Dee. Please tell me you’ll stay?”

It was a no brainer, and I told her so. And so, within the next four days I began my immersion into the art world, quitting my office job to work at the gallery, and using the night hours to read and work at perfecting my new craft. ________________________________________

Some months later I looked in the mirror and saw a girl seemingly unsure of herself; a girl whose eyes shone dark from sockets that were deepened by the purple eye shadow piled on to give me the authentic (so I thought) Goth look I sought. My skin seemed molded out of pale dough. I bit into my lower lip and decided not to apply another layer of black lipstick.

I thought the Goth-crowd to be the in thing of the moment and so sought desperately to merge into it.

I was approaching my twentieth birthday, I had already produced two works Aunt Miriam pronounced “Decent enough, but unsalable.”

I had renewed my friendship with Elsie, who had dumped Vaughn and Jackie after finally deciding she no longer wanted to be their slave.

“I loved how they could both make me cum like crazy, really I did. I mean, it was soooo fuckin’ good I rationalized that if you didn’t want to be part of it then I didn’t need you.”

“Cruel of you,” I said.

“I know, and I’m really, really sorry about it. Can you forgive me?”

“Already have, Elsie.”

“You have?”

“I said so, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but….”

“No but’s Elsie. Anyways I see you’re into the Goth thing. How is that workin’ for you?”

“Wild baby, fuckin’ wild. “A girl don’t have to spend hours fixing her face or getting dressed. Just paint your eyes with this black shit, throw on a couple things from the Rescue mission and a pair of combat boots and you’re considered a sex goddess by those into it. The Goth I mean.” ________________________________________

We met Elsie’s friend Una over at a club called Breathless in my initial foray into the Goth thingy. We talked small for awhile, avoiding the obvious topic at the fore of each of our minds. A crazy woman kept coming up to the jukebox, mumbling to herself and playing patriotic songs like “Stars and Stripes Forever” which puzzled the shit out of me Breathless being the kind of dark place that it was.

At any rate, she hovered perilously close to us. Una laughed and told us that one of the regulars, a short, balding man in glasses, was trying to bed the crazy woman.

Una’s ass nicely filled her tight jeans and her sweater couldn’t fight back the swell of her breasts. She was a stealthy babe, the kind of girl whose sex-appeal grabs you from behind in an off-moment and doesn’t let go. Soft-spoken and gentle, she was capable of holding her liquor.

There was something about her that reminded me of Vangie and I wanted to kiss her, and cursed my luck at having met her here at this dark circus instead of some cozy little lounge with dark corners and intimate spaces.

“Una’s got a really nice ass,” I told Elsie when Una was leaning away from us and I thought it safe to say.

Elsie being Elsie laughed and nudged Una. “What is it?” Una yelled to be heard over the raucous din.

“Deidre likes your ass. I thought you should know!”

Una turned to me and smiled. “Do you?”

I nodded, yes.

“Cool!” Una said and kissed me on the mouth. No tongue, but it was beykoz escort a lovely smooch regardless. I started to return it, with some tonguing in mind, but she averted her face and laughed teasingly. “Later, maybe,” she said, and for a moment I wanted to die.

“So,” I yelled, “you’re not lesbian, are you bi?”

She came up next to me and calmly said in my ear, “Well, someday I want to get married and have kids and all that, but he’d have to understand that I have other needs as well. That answer your question?”

I nodded and gave her my best smile.

She returned it with one of hers.

We went out for a smoke, shivering in the cold. I told Una about the last time Elsie and I had been picked up. I closed with: “After that I’m careful about entering into any relationship.”

“I don’t blame you,” Una said. “It sounds like they were incredibly fucked up.”

“Elsie can confirm that. I left that first night and didn’t go back. She did.”

“Is that the sadists she’s talking about, Elsie?”

Elsie nodded and bummed a second cigarette off me. After I gave her a light, Elsie added, “Dee’s gonna be an artist. She’s studying for it and works in this really posh gallery; meets all the hoi-poli in the art world there.”

“Elsie!” I said, embarrassed, but I was really thinking about getting it on with Una at some point down the road along with a man who was as yet a mystery man.

Oh, I knew I wouldn’t become her woman. I prefer men, but a good woman from time to time is a wonderful thing. As long as one has variety, life is good, don’t you think?

Triangulation on the other hand, is hot. The sex is wonderful. There are a seemingly infinite number of ways three bodies can be joined. Each of you can take turns savoring the ministrations of two hands, two lips, two tongues. You indulge in the simultaneous pleasures of watching and being watched. There aren’t so many people involved that anyone has to feel left out, that any lines of communication aren’t open. Beyond the sex, there’s the quiet joy of enjoying each other’s time, of collapsing into bed together after a long night out, of waking up the next morning and grabbing brunch. Whether you head out to a dive bar or simply curl up on the couch watching a movie, three is an instant party.

And I love parties.

But I digress. Eugene happened.

Yeah, Eugene, a Black dude, about 6’2″ with dreadlocks and wearing a pair of denim coveralls and apparently, nothing else, save a pair of Air Jordan’s. I gravitated to him as if he were a giant magnet. I would later hear some girls call him a pussy magnet and I wouldn’t argue the point.

Elsie, Una and I bought him a round of drinks, after which he lazily unbuttoned the top of his coveralls, exposing a smooth chocolate chest with nipples like Hershey Kisses.

All three of us couldn’t resist touching him. I remember thinking how women loved chocolate, finding it irresistible. Well, Eugene was like that, simply yummy. I found myself kissing his pecs, the hollow of his sternum, nuzzling at his nipples, while the girls and God knows how many others laughed and whistled while making various comments of encouragement.

Lord knows he was tasty enough. Lord knows I was wet for him. And knowing so many people were watching me only made me wetter.

Eugene maneuvered me to a dark corner of the club. Of course the others followed but they were fairly discreet and no one else followed. My hand magically caused the coveralls to slide down his body.

Big surprise, he wore nothing underneath. He had a tight, ripped body. Very short, very kinky black pubic patch, big fat knobby dick, uncircumcised, with a purple head like a ripe plum peeking out from underneath the foreskin.

I dropped to my knees, doing my very best to swallow him whole, which given his size, wasn’t really practical, but was a lot of fun to try. Booth Una and Elsie told me after that they were betting I could, I did my best, but there was just too much him to engulf.

I tried several approaches: slathering my tongue up and down his shaft, slurping his fat testicles, pulling back the foreskin and tracing the topography of his glans. His cock was rigidly hard, craning eagerly upward, and, mmmm, hot and juicy.

Someone, I suspect it was Una, unbuttoned my blouse letting my tits hang down like twin pendulums as I was braless. Elsie gave me a pat on the head like you would a dog and tousled my hair.

Una – I know for certain it was her this time – was tugging my jeans off, groping and pawing at my cunt. I was soaking wet; hot and slippery and horny as hell. I raised my knees one by one, and with my mouth full of cock, kicked my panties aside.

Eugene pulled his dick away, and I came up, panting. Una chuckled, “God, Elsie, what a horny slut she is!”

Elsie laughed and tugged my hair fondly, and I wiggled my ass in response. One of Eugene’s friends, a weasel-faced skinny Hispanic, was standing in front of me, his jeans unzipped, kurtköy escort his cock projecting straight out. His dick was dark, not black, and it was crooked; bent like a scimitar.

It fit nicely into my mouth, and I sucked at it greedily. Meanwhile, Eugene got behind me, maneuvering between my thighs. I jumped, startled as his big dick rams up against my cunt. Weasel-Face wrapped his fingers in my hair commanding my attention as he vigorously humped my wide-open mouth.

I lavished attention on Weasel-Face’s thrusting cock, trying to breathe while Eugene spread my cunt and crammed his magnificent tool home. The sudden invasion electrified me, as he filled me with his huge dick. He fucked me hard, slapping my ass in a casual way, every second or third thrust.

I tried to concentrate on the dick in my mouth, but got more difficult. My head was lolling back and forth as I humped back against Eugene’s fucking; grunting like a pig with the pleasure of it. Weasel-Face withdrew his cock from my mouth, apparently content with the occasional slurp I remembered to give him; and began jerking off into my face.

Suddenly Eugene came, slamming into my cunt and with a series of: “Ugh… ugh…ughhhh!” grunts and groans I feel his dick swell and spasm inside me. Moments later, his hot semen is spilling out and running down my thighs, dripping onto the floor. His cock slips away and I feel empty.

“Your turn” Una chirps. She has one hand stuck down the front of her pants.

“Sloppy Seconds, for me,” my Hispanic, whose cock I’ve been sucking laughs.

“Fuck her in the ass,” Una says. Her hand moving busily down the front of her pants, “You know she wants it.”

He smears the gooey wetness that is drooling out of my cunt up and down my butt, and around my anus before rudely jamming a finger into that tight, sensitive hole. I yelp and jump, but I certainly do not object as he works his forefinger in and out, twisting it around inside me. Besides, Eugene has come around front again, and feeds me his long, soft, salty, cum-flavored dick.

I’m back in a heavenly bliss.

Weasel-face discovers my tits, pinching and squeezing the stiffened nipples. It is really quite distracting and utterly exhilarating.

I guess Weasel-Face figured he’d warmed me up enough, as he suddenly withdrew his finger, leaving my asshole gasping. I glance over at Una. She’s working her hand rhythmically back and forth inside her work pants, and swapping spit with Elsie.

Weasel Face worked his crooked dick up my ass. It was kind of a tight fit getting in, but once past the tight ring of my sphincter, he slid right on in. It felt wild, quite amazing actually. I had thought it would hurt, but apparently I was so hot it didn’t matter. I mean, it wasn’t my first ass fucking, and it felt better and better the faster he pounded into me.

I remember reaching the point of no return — I’m so close to cumming, – I have to cum. I start masturbating, letting Eugene’s wonderful cock slip out of my mouth so I can concentrate on getting my hands between my legs to play with my swollen, aching clit.

Eugene takes matters into his own hands, masturbating himself onto my face. Una is still jilling off; still kissing Elsie who also has her hand on her pussy. And Weasel-face is fucking me like the proverbial Johnny-B. Goode.

We all cum at about the same time: Eugene growls like an animal and splashes a relatively small amount of sticky white come onto my face; Weasel-Face buries himself in my ass, filling me to overflowing with what seems like a pint of hot semen; my girl, Una comes silently, her face screwed up in an ecstatic mask; and I go off bucking and screaming, wracked with pleasure that breaks over me again and again like storm-churned surf, until I am left a limp, sweaty, sticky mass on the floor.

________________________________________

Several drinks and a cab ride later, we shut the door to Una’s apartment behind us and we three girls were cheek to cheek to cheek.

Una’s apartment is small, too small for two people really. It is just one room, with a barely separate bathroom and a tiny kitchen squeezed in. With three people inside, it was like a crowded elevator. Elsie’s boob kept brushing against my arm.

We sized each other up like alley cats; but there was no hissing or bared claws.

“I’ve got a gallon of Gallo,” Una said gaily.

“That should hold us for a while,” I said and plopped onto the loveseat that passed for a couch in the small space.

Una poured out the vino, Elsie produced some pot and we were off and running.

We all ended up on the bed together; there was really nowhere else to be. Out of the blue I said, “I wanna watch you two fuck.”

“Okay,” Elsie said, “No problemo.” She was already pulling her shirt off over her head. “You should go down on her,” I said becoming a referee of sorts.

Una had discarded her top. Her boobs were big and round, like a pair of cantaloupes. The areolas were huge and brown, and her nipples stuck out excitedly. There was a thick white scar that ran down the left breast, just missing the areola, and traced its meandering way along her sternum. As I watched, she unfolded her legs and slid her jeans down, gathering them up around her knees. She was wearing black mesh underwear, and I could see her fat, puffy slit through the sheer material.

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The next day Ron was working with the American gentlemen. He was called Nathaniel Rutherford. Ron met him and his bodyguard at Gatwick. Rutherford was old, to Ron he looked like he was about one-hundred-and-twenty-three years old. Ron took them to their hotel on Park Lane. He and the bodyguard took the luggage up. They weren’t long at the hotel because Rutherford wanted to go to the Travellers Club, on Pall Mall. Ron had his suit on but no tie, he had to borrow a tie from the bodyguard so that they could get into the club. The bodyguard was called Bradley, and Ron had the feeling he was ex-military.

They were a few hours at the Travellers.’ Ron and Bradley sat and chatted at a separate table whilst Rutherford caroused with some English friends, in the club’s bar. Ron saw an officer who had been in his regiment, and the man came over and chatted to him. He told Ron that he was in intelligence now, and he said he was pleased to see Ron looking so well. Bradley had served in the American Marines, and it turned out they’d both been in Afghanistan at a similar time. Bradley seemed like a decent guy.

They went back to the hotel just after seven, and that was Ron done for the day. He wanted to go running. He got changed and was just about to go out when the phone rang. He thought about not answering and just going out, but he answered it in case it was work stuff. It was Katie’s number.

‘Ron can you come and get me?’ said Katie. Ron thought she sounded drunk. From the background noise it sounded like she was out somewhere.

‘Whereabouts are you?’ said Ron.

‘Westminster,’ said Katie.

‘Is this a work thing? No offence but I had plans,’ said Ron.

‘I need to talk to you,’ said Katie.

‘What about?’ said Ron.

‘I can’t say, there’s people here, I’m in a bar,’ said Katie.

‘Have I done something wrong?’ said Ron.

‘No. You’re wonderful, you’re the only employee I have that I don’t want to fire and never fucking see again,’ said Katie.

‘I’ll come and get you. It’s going to take time to get up there now,’ said Ron.

‘That’s ok,’ said Katie.

Katie named a bar in Westminster. It did indeed take a long time to get up there because of the traffic. He double parked outside. She was sat at a table inside, by herself, drinking. There were quite a few empty glasses on the table. She wanted him to sit down and have a drink, but he told her he was double parked, and they needed to go.

‘What’s been going on?’ said Ron.

‘Bad day,’ said Katie. She’d had a few more G&Ts since she’d rang him.

‘Why bad? Where are we going?’ said Ron.

‘Can we go to your place?’ said Katie.

‘No boss, we can’t go to my place. Stepney, right?’ said Ron.

‘Ok, Stepney,’ said Katie. She looked like she was going to fall asleep. Ron thought that if she was sick in his car, fuck the money, he’d go back to just working for Toby.

It was obviously going to take absolutely ages to get to the East End, and Ron was not even remotely happy about spending his fucking evening stuck in loads of traffic, breathing in exhaust fumes, instead of running.

‘Ron,’ said Katie.

‘What’s up?’ said Ron.

‘We all met up. We always get together on Fridays,’ said Katie.

‘I know, Marie told me about that,’ said Ron. He remembered that Marie had said they handed the money over. He looked at Katie’s bag. ‘Have you got money on you?’

‘Yeah,’ said Katie.

‘How much have you got?’ said Ron.

‘About three grand,’ said Katie.

‘Can I come with you in future if you’re carrying money like that, and drinking?’ said Ron.

‘I’m not normally pissed. They don’t normally start screaming at each other and causing a fucking scene in the middle of a fucking bar,’ said Katie.

‘What happened?’ said Ron.

‘Emma turned up. She doesn’t usually come because everyone fucking hates her, but she came today,’ said Katie.

‘Did she cause the grief?’ said Ron.

‘Yes. She’s seeing Layla, and they did a job the other night with Annabelle, and Emma thinks Layla and Annabelle like each other. She’s jealous, and she started making fucking niggly comments to Annabelle, and Annabelle snapped, and they started screaming at each other,’ said Katie.

‘Right. That doesn’t sound good,’ said Ron.

‘Emma’s saying that she’s going to leave. She said that if she does stay with me, Layla can’t work with Annabelle again,’ said Katie.

‘Are you better off without Emma?’ said Ron.

‘No Ron, no. Far from it. She makes more money than the others. She lets people take turns up her arse, and she lets people fucking piss in her mouth, and the money from that is good, Ron, it’s really good, and I have a mortgage, and I have my kid’s school fees… and I have a cocaine habit, Ron… I can’t lose her, but I don’t want her fucking dictating things to me either,’ said Katie.

‘How much coke are you using?’ asked Ron.

‘A lot,’ said Katie.

‘Do we need to get you some help?’ asked Ron.

‘I don’t really want to talk about it,’ said Katie.

‘Ok,’ ataşehir escort said Ron.

‘It’s a lot, I’m using a lot,’ said Katie.

‘Ok. We’ll have to have a chat about that when you’re sober,’ said Ron.

They were silent for a few minutes, before Katie said, ‘I’m going to have Layla.’

‘Really? Ok,’ said Ron.

‘I spoke to her at the bar when it was just the two of us. I told her I’d heard she was good with a strap on, and she said she was great with a strap-on. And I told her I wanted her up my arse. She’s up for it too, she likes me,’ said Katie.

‘Well that’s good,’ said Ron.

‘I won’t have her work with Annabelle again, but I’m going to get fucked by her. Fucking Emma isn’t telling me how to run my own business,’ said Katie.

‘Right,’ said Ron.

‘And do you know what else, there’s guys that I turn away, really disgusting, pervy horrible scumbags, and I’m going to let them book her,’ said Katie.

‘Sleep on this stuff. Have a think about it tomorrow,’ said Ron.

‘Ron, things aren’t great,’ said Katie.

‘I’m going to take you home now, you need to have some paracetamol before bed, and a couple of glasses of water. Tomorrow is another day, honestly,’ said Ron.

‘Vicky and Marie left together,’ said Katie.

‘How do you feel about that?’ said Ron.

‘Not good,’ said Katie.

Nothing was said for a while. Katie fell asleep. Her head was hanging to her right, her dark red hair was dangling onto the gear stick. Ron had to keep swatting it aside when he changed gear.

Ron still had her address in the map app on his phone, so he was able to find the house. He woke her up and helped her out of the car. She was groggy at first, but she started getting herself back together as he helped her to the door.

‘You want to come in?’ said Katie.

‘I can’t, I’ve got to get home,’ said Ron.

‘Come in, you can fuck me,’ she said.

‘Look, you are gorgeous, you are absolutely gorgeous, but you’re my boss, and you’re fucked off your head,’ said Ron.

‘Spoilsport,’ said Katie.

Get in, take some painkillers, drink some water and sleep it off. I’ll ring you tomorrow and we can meet up and have a chat, ok? Don’t have any more charlie tonight, just get your head down,’ said Ron.

‘You can fuck me, you can come in my mouth,’ Katie whispered to him.

‘I’m not going to. Get inside,’ said Ron.

‘Ok then,’ she said. She fumbled for her keys and let herself in. She shut the door without saying anything else to him.

***

In the morning, Rutherford had him take them to another gentlemen’s club. It was on a side street off of St James’ Street. Ron hadn’t even known it was a club. Some of the old guys in there had obviously been there since the night before. It was a hardcore gambling club. Bradley told him that ‘Ruv,’ would probably gamble up to a hundred thousand dollars during the session. He and Ron had to sit in the staff room because it was against club rules for them to be out with the members. They were there for a few hours and it got pretty boring. They chatted with the porters when they came through. The porters were both called George. When they were on their way out, Ron saw somebody else from his regiment, another officer, but this one had been really high up the chain of command, and he’d left when Ron was still a young Private soldier. He didn’t recognise Ron.

They went to a restaurant in Knightsbridge after Rutherford had finished gambling. Ron and Bradley sat at the bar while he dined at a table on his own. Rutherford was impeccably polite and well mannered, but he wasn’t a patch on the chaps. After he’d eaten, Ron took them back around the corner to their hotel. Rutherford was going to sleep for a bit, then he wanted to go back to the Travellers’ Club in the evening.

Ron had been hoping to get away earlier. Katie had rung to tell him that Marie would be working at the usual flat at dinner time. She wanted Ron to go but he had to cancel. She texted back and asked him if he could take Victoria to a job in Chelsea later that night. It would be three men. They were old apparently, so he wouldn’t have any problems with them. She wouldn’t let Vicky do it without him there.

Rutherford gambled again at the Travellers club, playing for high stakes with some friends and other club members. Ron could see that a lot of money was involved. He wondered how rich all these people were. He got them back to Park Lane just before ten and had to leave straight away to pick up Victoria.

***

Every time he saw Victoria, Ron found he had forgotten exactly how big her breasts were, and how thin her waist was in comparison. She smiled brilliantly at him when she got in the car. She was a great looking girl. He could imagine her turning heads everywhere she went. Emma and Marie might have been more beautiful, and Marie had that something indefinable about her anyway, but Ron thought that out of them, Vicky was the one he’d most like to just grab hold of and take maltepe escort off somewhere.

‘Hello Mr Ron,’ she said.

‘Hi Vickie,’ said Ron.

‘How’ve you been?’ said Vicky.

‘Grand. Yourself?’ said Ron.

‘Really great, actually. I’ve been shagging all night, and all day today,’ said Vicky.

‘Can’t be bad,’ said Ron. He wondered if she’d been with Marie and found that he wanted to change the subject. ‘What’s the story with this job?’

‘It’s three guys, they’re barristers. They’re old. Like doing kinky stuff, fetish stuff. I go and play with them every few weeks or so. It’ll be alright. It’ll be hard work for me, but it’ll be ok,’ she said.

‘They won’t be any trouble?’ asked Ron.

‘Oh God no!’ said Vicky.

Ron could see the dome of St Paul’s cathedral ahead, over the buildings. It was dark now, but there were a lot of people on the streets. He couldn’t remember ever drinking in the City or going out there at night, but it seemed like a happening place now. There looked to be a lot of bars and restaurants right by the cathedral, with people sat outside them.

‘Vicky, were you out with Katie yesterday? Said Ron.

‘Yes. It was lovely. Screaming, arguing, awkwardness, wouldn’t have missed it,’ said Victoria.

‘What happened? I picked Katie up and took her home afterwards. She was in a bit of a state,’ said Ron.

‘It’s all soap opera stuff really, Mr Ron. Emma came. The only time Emma isn’t offending someone is when she has either a cock or a clitoris in her mouth. She’s a piece of work,’ said Victoria.

‘She had a go at Annabelle?’ said Ron.

‘Indeed, she did. Annie can look after herself though. Emma obviously didn’t know that, but she knows now,’ said Victoria.

‘They don’t like each other?’ said Ron.

‘Not now they don’t. Have you met Layla, the new girl? She’s just started,’ said Victoria.

‘Yeah, nice girl,’ said Ron.

‘Bloody nice girl. Well Emma met her, and God knows what Layla did to her, but she’s in love, she’s completely smitten with Layla. They’re practically living together… So, then Layla and Emma did a party booking with Annabelle, and Layla and Annabelle hit it off—’

‘-I was there,’ interrupted Ron.

‘Really, that’s interesting! What did Layla do to her?’ said Victoria.

‘She had her with a strap-on,’ said Ron.

‘Annie’s a lucky bitch. I’d love to get fucked by Layla. I’m really hoping someone books us. So, Annabelle and Layla were talking when we were out drinking, and they were obviously into each other, I thought they were going to go off to the toilets or something, and Emma had a hissy fit. She’s in love with Layla but I don’t think it’s mutual. Everybody likes shagging Emma but God, you don’t want to have to talk to her, and be around her,’ said Victoria.

‘Katie wasn’t happy,’ said Ron.

‘Did she mention me?’ said Victoria.

‘What did you do?’ said Ron.

‘Well, Marie and I kind of hooked up. You know I said I’d been shagging all night and all day? And Katie’s got a soft spot for her, for Marie,’ said Victoria.

‘So, these guys tonight, they’re barristers?’ asked Ron.

‘They are. They’re a bunch of perverts too. I’m going to be walking funny tomorrow,’ said Victoria.

***

They all looked to be at least in their sixties. God bless Viagra, Ron thought. The flat was in the City of London, amongst the Inns of Court. It was a massive place, it looked like two flats had been converted into one. It was cosy, there were books everywhere, and sofas and chairs that looked comfortable. It looked like old money. Ron liked it.

‘This is Ron, he’ll be here to make sure that you don’t murder me and leave me in a ditch,’ said Victoria.

‘Damn’ said one of the barristers.

‘That’s rather scuppered our plans,’ said another one.

‘Where would you like me to be?’ said Ron.

‘Please take a seat old boy,’ said a barrister.

‘Right, I’m going to get dressed,’ said Victoria.

‘Hugo will have to supervise you my dear,’ said a barrister.

‘Of course,’ said Victoria.

They sat down in front of a very large television. The television and DVD player seemed to be the only modern objects in the flat. One of the barristers picked up two DVD’s from the top of a chest of drawers.

‘Gentlemen, we have a choice of two films for this evening. We have… this one is called… ‘The Imitation Game,’ and this one is called ‘Anal Passengers 4.’ Thoughts?’ he said.

‘Hugo shall have to have a vote of course,’ said the other one.

‘This is about that Turing fellow! The queer one!’ said the barrister with the DVDs.

‘Ron you said?’ asked the other one.

‘Yes,’ said Ron. He liked these men.

‘I suspect you were in the brigade, old boy,’ said the barrister.

‘Guilty,’ said Ron.

‘The Bill Browns, perhaps?’ said the barrister.

‘Fuck off!’ said Ron. They laughed. Before he could say anything else, he heard the door opening behind him. Victoria pendik escort crawled out on her hands and knees. She was totally naked but for stockings and a collar around her neck. From the collar extended a leash, which Hugo the Barrister held as he walked behind her. Victoria crawled towards the television. Her breasts hung underneath her as she crawled. She lay down in front of the television on her side.

‘Hugo. We have two films, old boy. We have ‘The Imitation Game,’ and another one called ‘Anal Passengers 4.’ Thoughts?’ said DVD barrister.

‘I rather think we saw ‘Anal Passengers 2,’ said Hugo.

‘Really? I don’t recall,’ said DVD barrister.

‘Yes, I’m quite sure. The fellow’s a taxi driver, he picks the women up, sweet talks them and gives them a buggering. I rather liked it,’ said Hugo.

‘I remember that one! I rather liked it too,’ said the other barrister.

‘Imitation Game is about the Turing fellow, computer fellow. Went to Kings, I believe,’ said DVD barrister.

‘The queer fellow?’ asked Hugo.

‘Yes,’ said DVD barrister.

‘Computer fellow?’ asked Hugo.

‘Yes,’ said DVD barrister.

‘We could give that a whirl. I don’t like the idea of seeing these ‘Anal Passengers’ things out of sequence. What do you think Alexander?’ said Hugo.

‘Why not? let’s give it a go,’ said the other barrister.

DVD barrister struggled to get the DVD player to work. He said that his grandson normally helped him. Ron hoped the grandson hadn’t been watching ‘Anal Passengers.’ Ron helped him, and they got the film going. Victoria lay on the floor in front of the television. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was sleeping.

Ron thought the film was alright. Fifteen minutes into it, DVD barrister clicked his fingers, loudly. Victoria opened her eyes, got up and all fours and looked at him. He pointed to his groin. Hugo, sat immediately to Ron’s left, was still holding her leash. She crawled to DVD barrister, who was sat in a large armchair. She leaned over his lap and unzipped his fly. Before long, her head was bobbing up and down rhythmically as she fellated him.

Several minutes later, he clicked his fingers again. She stopped sucking his penis. He gestured for Hugo to give him the leash, and Hugo threw it over to him. He got up and led her off to a bedroom, Victoria crawling behind him.

Whatever they did together was short in duration. He led her back in, the leash tight as she crawled along behind him. He was stark naked, and Ron reflected that these boarding school types didn’t seem to think anything of people seeing them without clothes on. DVD barrister sat down. He passed the leash to Hugo. Hugo led Victoria back to the bedroom.

That was how it went. One of them would lead her, crawling, off to a bedroom, would do whatever he wanted with her, then would bring her back. She could have just stayed in the bedroom, Ron thought, but he guessed part of the fun was having her crawl around on all fours on a leash, like a dog. They would click their fingers and gesture to Victoria, signifying what she had to do. Neither of them spoke to her, and she never spoke. Sometimes two of them would go with her. Towards the end, the three of them all took her to the bedroom. Ron had a discreet look in (they’d agreed not to shut any doors so that he could hear and listen out for the safe word). They were all having sex with Victoria at the same time. Hugo was behind her, sodomising her, Alexander was underneath, penetrating her vaginally, whilst DVD barrister was in front of her, in her mouth.

Ron quite enjoyed the film. The barristers had missed too many bits when they had been off with Victoria, so none of them could understand the plot, and they argued about what was going on. They gave Victoria a tip, and tipped Ron as well. They said he’d done a ‘splendid job.’

***

Rutherford was in London for a two more days. He didn’t go much further than Pall Mall on either one of them. Ron found it pretty dull and was relieved to get away at the end of each day. In the evenings, he took Annabelle to a job at a pretty grotty flat in Earls Court. The customer had problems getting an erection. She said afterwards that this was always stressful, as she felt like she had a responsibility to give customers a good time, and if they couldn’t get it up it meant she was doing something wrong, or that something was wrong with her.

The next night he took Emma and Layla to a duo booking. The flat they used was spitting distance from Victoria Station, and it took Ron absolutely ages to find somewhere to park. In the flat, Ron was listening to what was going on and it seemed like the customer was more than happy to watch Emma and Layla entertain each other for most of the time. Ron thought Layla was a nice girl, she’d say hello and chat to him. Emma barely said a word, and when Layla spoke to him, she seemed to keep steering the conversation away so that Layla was just talking to her.

Ron was finding that for the first time since he’d got back from overseas, he was reading a lot. When he was in a flat, and the girls were with a customer, he found that he didn’t need to listen that closely to know whether things were alright or not. There was always a safe word, and the girls knew to make a lot of noise if things started going south, so he could sit and read. He’d nearly read a whole book about a battle in the Vietnam War.

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Author’s note: This is a sequel to my first story, My Sexual Adventure, and incorporates many of the characters from the first story, plus a few new ones. This story takes place after the events of Chapter 6, during Chris’s remaining college years. All characters are over 18, and all are loosely based on my favorite porn stars listed below. Remember to rate and leave comments for possible improvement.

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Danny Wylde: Chris Jones (22)

Aidra Fox: Kelly Lang-Jones (21)

Logan Pierce: Adam Banks (22)

Brandi Love: Alison Jones-Banks (40)

Michelle Thorne: Annette Sloan (41)

Introducing Chris Diamond as Jack Lopez (25)

Eliza Jane as Chloe (23)

Jordi El Nino Polla as Nico (24)

And Madison Ivy as Isabel (28)

Chapter List:

Chapter 1: Married Life

Chapter 2: School Friends make wild sex partners

Chapter 3: My wife and I start a Co-ed Frat!

Chapter 4: First Initiates

Chapter 5: Old Friends and New Cum At Our First Frat Orgy

*****

We got approval for our fraternity with Annette’s help, and once we got home, Annette and I decided to set up the house for the new arrivals. First thing I did was draw up a set of in-house rules. I know, not fun, but essential to avoid any kind of lawsuits. Finally, we discussed places to put our first recruits.

I had decided to have the top floor reserved for the marriage suite for myself, Kelly, Adam and my mom, since we were already banging up there at most evening hours anyway. The second floor, which had the most rooms, would go to our immediate friends, namely Ox, Nick, Jeff, Anthony, Zoe, Mark, Amber, and Linda, and the bottom level and the basement would go to our new recruits next semester. We’d start processing recruits late in the year, during exams, and the initiations would go throughout the summer, leading up to a full fraternal orgy at the start of the next school year.

Annette grinned at me when I finished explaining, and gave me a quick squeeze in my crotch to signal she approved. Wordlessly, she then knelt down in front of me and pulled my pants and boxers down, letting my erect dick spring free. She then opened her mouth like the cocksucker she was and engulfed my member, sucking all the way.

I always get a kick out of Annette’s skillful mouth, and since I had already cum twice earlier that day, I barely lasted a few minutes before cumming down her throat. Fortunately, Annette kept her mouth on my cock and sucked me back to full hardness within minutes, then stood up and stripped out of her clothes before leaning over the staircase railing and letting me fuck her from behind.

I fucked her hard and fast and came a second time in her pussy. She screamed with pleasure when Kelly walked through the door, having had classes after our meeting. She stood in the doorway watching us for a moment, then closed the door and stripped naked, kneeling in front of Annette and licking her cum-ridden pussy. I, in turn, pulled out and knelt in front of her and licked her up. This went on for a couple of minutes when I saw someone in the corner of my eye walk down the stairs and heard a rustle of clothes being pulled off. Then I felt a cold finger and a slick liquid on my ass, and quickly realized someone was lubing it up.

Before I could disengage from Kelly, that cold finger left my ass and was replaced with a big dick, and I quickly realized it was Adam. Feeling his cock in my ass, I made more of an effort on Kelly’s pussy as she licked up the last of my cum from Annette’s pussy. Annette meanwhile was now engaged in a tongue war with another naked person that I could see in the corner of my eye. Abandoning my wife’s pussy for a second, I looked up and grinned at the naked body that was my mother. Her voluptuous tits swaying as they wrestled against Annette’s equally large breasts, their tongues thrashing against each other and their hands free to roam anywhere they liked.

Content with the sight and Adam giving me a slow, passionate thrust every few seconds, I felt myself getting hard again and resumed eating Kelly’s pussy while she ate Annette’s. While we ate pussy, Adam took it upon himself to pleasure us both and took hold of my dick and started to masturbate me. Feeling his hand on my cock, I shivered and groaned into Kelly, forcing her to cum all over my mouth. I smiled as I finally disengaged from her and pushed off the floor, grabbing Adam by the neck and turning around to face him.

Wrapping my arm around his neck, we kissed hard, our tongues dancing around as he tasted Kelly’s pussy juices. Our combined saliva and other fluids made Adam groan as he pounded into me faster until he came in my ass, and I came from his hand onto the floor. As soon as he was finished spreading his cum in my ass, he pulled out and knelt on the floor, licking up my cum. We then stood up and each guided the three beautiful women around us upstairs to the master bedroom on the third floor, where we placed them on the bed facing away from esenyurt escort us.

Climbing onto the bed and facing the girls, Adam and I had our cocks sucked to full erection once again. We then got up off the bed and positioned ourselves behind the girls and began to enter each one, thrusting half a dozen times, then pulling out and switching it up. First I fucked left to right: Kelly, then mom, then Annette. Adam then fucked the three of them left to right. When he pulled out, I took position right to left, then Adam followed suit. We then decided to fuck each one on either side. Me with Annette, Adam with Kelly, mom was in the middle so we took turns fingering her pussy and ass.

Our collective fucking lasted a while, but one we were sated with fucking all three girls one at a time, we decided to double penetrate each one and have them cum at least once before we finally finished them off. First we fucked Annette, me in her pussy, Adam up her ass. Her howls of pleasure were immense and her orgasm equally so. She came twice before we came inside of her. Next we fucked Kelly, who lasted longer with three orgasms, and finally mom who was the craziest of all three, having us stand up and fuck her holes while she was cradled in our arms, and having Annette and Kelly rub up against our backs, smacking and probing our asses while we fucked.

That much stimulation proved really helpful, as Adam and I came at the same time and our orgasms were way more powerful than ever, shooting over a dozen loads each. We were so spent afterwards we all collapsed on the bed and stayed there for what seemed like an hour before we felt any strength to get up. I checked my alarm clock for the time and realized we were fucking for three hours straight. Feeling proud of myself, I picked up my phone and called the local pizza restaurant and ordered three large all-dressed pizzas for delivery. While we waited, the girls got into a pussy sucking circle while Adam and I masturbated each other. I was about to cum when the doorbell rang. Kelly and I walked downstairs completely nude and opened the door.

The pizza guy was at least 25 years old, blonde, and his skin was ethnically Spanish. He was around 5’8″, and fairly muscular. He wore a basic delivery uniform, t-shirt with the pizza logo, jeans and running shoes. At the sight of our naked bodies, he gaped at us and we could see a definite erection in his pants. Kelly grinned as she took the pizzas from his outstretched hands.

“Nice package!” she said, nodding to the bulge.

The pizza guy gasped and looked down, “Oh, uh, sorry! I just…” he stammered.

I smiled, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, man!” I said, “I’ve got one too, see?”

The delivery guy did look. He stared at me for a long moment, longer than any straight person should look. He then gulped and said, still staring, “That’s almost as big as mine!”

I blinked and Kelly gasped in amusement, “Almost?” she said, “How big are you?”

The Pizza guy grinned and looked up, “About 8 inches!” he said. Kelly smiled and set the pizzas down.

“Can we see it?” she asked.

The pizza guy looked shocked, “Uh, isn’t that inappropriate? I mean, I’m not even supposed to…” he trailed off as Kelly put a hand on his jeans.

“We’re already naked, so it’s no problem with us!” she said as she undid his belt and opened his fly. She fished out his dick and he was right, he was an inch longer than me, and fully erect too!

We looked at each other and grinned, “Care to join us?” I asked him.

He gave me a look that was two parts shock and one part interested. With Kelly gripping his cock, he wordlessly stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him, silently locking his car door with the keys while he was at it. He then lifted his shirt to reveal a chiseled chest and a dragon tattoo on his left shoulder. Kelly, meanwhile, had pulled his pants down. He moved his feet and stumbled to get his shoes off and through the pants holes. There we stood, stark naked with three pizzas in hand. Kelly, her hand still wrapped around the guy’s 8 inches, led him up the stairs, with me closely behind them carrying the pizzas.

As soon as we got to the top floor and turned to the master bedroom, she called out, “Hey guys, pizza’s here and we brought a new toy with us!” The second we entered, the pizza guy was greeted with the sight of Adam on the bed, his dick and balls being sucked by two mouths. He grinned at the three of us and motioned for the pizza guy to step forward. He also slapped his hand on one of the asses and my mom sat up, looked at the new cock, and started crawling towards him. Once she was in range, she reached out and took his 8 inches into her mouth, Kelly letting go and moving to his mouth, kissing him while I rubbed my hand over his ass. He jumped at my touch, but otherwise ignored me.

While Kelly and mom focused on him, I went back to the bed and plunged my cock back into Annette’s pussy başakşehir escort while she sucked Adam’s cock. From over my shoulder, I could hear the pizza guy’s moans as Kelly’s tongue explored his mouth and mom’s tongue danced over his veiny cock. After reaching around and pulling Annette off of Adam, I repositioned us around so we were watching our new friend being blown. He lasted a lot quicker than I first did cumming inside mom’s mouth within minutes.

He had regained some of his composure, however, and as soon as mom left his cock, he disengaged from Kelly and spun my mom around and plunged his still erect cock into her pussy, forcing himself all the way in and thrusting like a lustful rabbit on Viagra. We all watched as mom howled for him to fuck her harder, to make her scream, and to cum deep inside her. He was only happy to oblige, cumming fast and hard within minutes. That fast fuck gave me the strength to speed up inside of Annette and cum into her just as fast. Once she was sated, she and mom crawled towards each other and went into a 69 position, sucking the cum out of their pussies.

The pizza guy gave me a strange look, one dazed with lust as he stumbled towards me and presented his drenched cock. Taking the hint, I popped it into my mouth and sucked him dry. He then smiled and held out his hand, “Pizza’s on me tonight!” he said as we shook, “I’m jack, by the way!”

I smiled up at him, “Nice to meet you Jack, I’m Chris.” I said, sitting back on the bed, “That’s Kelly, my wife. And this is Adam, my father in law, and over there is my mother Alison, and her old flame, Annette.”

He smiled and sat down next to me, “You guys are one messed up group of fuckers.” He said, “Hey, do you go to the local College? I heard a new co-ed frat opened the other day and were looking for recruits!”

I laughed out loud, “Yeah that was me” I said, “You want to join? I mean, you have already passed the first test!”

Jack looked at me, confused, “I did? How?” he asked.

I smiled and pointed to his cock, “You had bisexual sex! You offered me your cock and didn’t object when I fondled you! Our core goal in the frat is to have as much bisexual sex as possible and use hidden cameras to record all of it for the Seductive Swingers United Porn Corporation.”

Jack looked at me for a long time, then leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips, putting his arms around me and grabbing my cock in the process. I returned his kiss and grabbed his cock too. We held on for a while, then disengaged for a pause, our hands still on each other’s cocks, “So is that a yes?” I asked. He smiled and nodded.

We continued for another hour, and by the time we had finished, Jack had fucked each one of us and been fucked twice in the ass by both me and Adam. He left with a huge smile and an erect cock, his clothes over his shoulder. We ate our cold pizza and by the time we were finished, Annette was too tired to continue fucking so she gathered her clothes and left too. Kelly, mom, Adam and I retired to the bedroom where the smell of sex was ripe and we fell asleep nude in each other’s arms contentedly.

The next morning, I had fliers sent to bulletin boards around the school before classes. They were meant to be both an advertisement for our Fraternity and a sign-up sheet for those willing to join. The fliers read:

‘Do you like threesomes, foursomes, orgies, gangbangs, fetish porn, bondage porn, sex dungeons, strap-on dildos, sex toys, and other forms of sexual pleasure fit for a porn star? If that’s a yes, come join our new Co-ed fraternity. Recruitment starts at the end of this school year and goes on until the start of the new school semester next year. Hazings and initiations will go on throughout the summer and both men and women will be selected. Get ready to party hard and fuck harder, because he Alpha Rho Opyo Fraternity will make you enjoy every pleasure of the human body! Sign up below, and be sure to check out the initiative quiz in the link below that! See you soon!’

Over the next few weeks, we got fliers back with names filled out in every box available, and every website strip was gone. Clearly everyone who had signed also took the quiz and was likely still interested. We soon found out by the end of exams.

Around the first week after the end of classes, in early May, a series of emails flooded my server as over 200 people had signed up on the fliers, asking questions about the quiz they were supposed to take. To all of them, I answered the same five questions they had asked, “Yes, you have to take the quiz to join the fraternity.” “Yes, the quizzes do ask about your sexual preferences!” “No, you can’t join without taking the test.” “Yes, I’ll know if you do skip the quiz” and “No, you are not allowed to have sex in the fraternity without the partner’s permission, we don’t promote rape!”

As soon as the two hundred emails were replied to, nearly 30 people who signed up backed out, saying küçükçekmece escort they didn’t want to join a fag group. They were not missed. Everyone else who joined stayed on, and consisted of both men and women of all ethnicities and sexual orientations. We got a total of 170 people remaining who were interested, but the builders I spoke to a week before term ended told me that our house wouldn’t be able to support any more than 50 people without making extensions.

I decided then and there that we’d make extensions to the pool house and turn it into a guest house, which would house the majority of recruits. The contractors estimated that the new editions would be only valid for a total of 75 to 100 people, so we had our goal. While the contractors worked over the summer on the pool house, we’d set up initiations and cullings for students to join. We’d go from 175 to around 85-100 people in total, and we’d make sure half if not most were bisexual. The quizzes included in their registration specified which preference they were, whether it was straight, gay, bisexual, or transgender.

Like I told Jack the other day, those who wanted to join had the pass a first test, have sex with both genders and show proof. Ove the next few days of May, I got more emails from finalists with videos, each one more arousing than the last. Some were MMFs (two guys and a girl), MFFs (one guy and two girls), coupled foursomes, and a few were bisexual orgies, gay and straight gangbangs, and circle jerks. I made digital copies of these and sent back replies to them with congratulations that they’d passed, and sent the copies to SSU for review.

Some of the videos I highlighted for personal arousal included a threesome with two girls and a guy. The video started with a petite blonde introducing herself as Chloe and her friends as Jimmy (the guy, brown hair, tan skin, and a 6 inch cock) and Amy (the other girl, a redhead with b-cup tits and a shaven pussy). The two girls then started licking Jimmy’s cock at the base, then kissing each other passionately when they reached the tip. This went on for about five minutes when Jimmy stood up and had the girls scissor while he massaged his dick between their tits until he came in front of the camera.

The second video was of a guy who I assumed was 19, but in fact was a few years older than me at 24. He said his name was Nico and his video contained two MILFS with giant tits and shapely asses. He said in the video that they were his step-mom and her best friend. Nico was around 5’5″ tall, and while he was thin, he had a large 7 inch dick and quite a bit of muscle on his body. Throughout the video, the two MILFS played with Nico like he was a sex toy with a brain, they picked him up, sat him on their pussies, and scissored with him in between. When he came, he released a torrent of cum.

The last video I watched before cumming myself was, according to the person taking it, was an erotic roleplay scenario she loved with her boyfriend and their best friends. The girl was named Isabel and she had auburn hair and c-cup tits. Her boyfriend was Asian and had a massive 8 inch dick and a chiseled body. His name was Yin. Their friends were a blonde girl named Rose and a Tall white guy named Joey with a bit of a curl in his brown hair and a bit of hair on his chest. The video was your average swinger party with a bisexual twist where Yin and Joey kissed each other while fucking their girls doggy style, then spoon fucking each other while their girls 69ed

Among the other submitted videos were those sent in by my friends who’ve already participated in bisexual orgies the previous year, Anthony, Jeff, Mark, and their girlfriends Zoe, Linda and Amber. There were also a set of videos from Nick and Ox, and one or two videos from a petite black girl and her BBC brothers from across the state, who I met at the Generational Orgy last year. I highlighted those and sent them to SSU as well! Within a week, SSU submitted approvals on every video and I sent approval replies to the ones submitted. I also sent a few rejection letters.

The rejected videos contained nothing but straight sex that, while entertaining, only fit half the criteria our fraternity was looking for. They only had guys fucking girls, guys fucking guys, or girls having lesbian orgies. None of the rejected videos had bisexual encounters in any way, which I enjoyed a lot more than when I started having straight sex. I told the rejected that exactly in my letters, thanking them for their submissions and explained that while their videos were sexy, they didn’t match our goal. A few people sent back replies giving me the finger emoji, others told me to go fuck myself, and a few suggested I get impaled by a giant cock or called my a cuckold for my lack of vision.

As a result, I immediately blocked them from my contacts list, and gave SSU a list of names so that they’d block any and all access to videos to those people who got pissed off over their rejection. It may sound petty, but SSU and I agreed that people who didn’t fit our criteria shouldn’t benefit from the stuff they were missing out on!

In any event, we had a total of 115 people approved for final trials. Soon, they got to experience the full range of bisexuality, gay orgies, gangbangs and anything else Seductive Swingers United had to offer, all contained in one College Fraternity.

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