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Author’s note: I make no claim to being a good writer. I just felt compelled to share this little episode. I tried to keep the story from being too long-winded by editing some of the emotional aspects down while keeping the sexual energy of the experience intact. I hope you enjoy it. 😉

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Jen’s tight little ass was fully on display. My friend Tom reached for the thermometer as I gently rubbed a little oil around the rim of her asshole. I had Jen’s beautiful body across my lap with her cute little butt pointing up in the air. Jen looked slightly over her shoulder as Tom gently placed the tip of the plastic thermometer at the entrance to her asshole. The rim of Jen’s ass contracted a little in anticipation. Tom playfully started to tease the rim of her ass with the thermometer, pushing slightly in then out. A laugh escaped Jen’s lips as she let our fingers along with the thermometer explore her little secrets. Both Tom and I had our eyeballs focused in on the erotic display before us. Jen’s scalped tight buns showcased a perfect little asshole with the beautiful folds of her pussy lips completing the picture. I gently rimmed Jen’s ass with the tip of my finger as Tom put some more oil on the thermometer. Jen’s asshole quivered a little as the cool tip of the thermometer made contact again. I used both of my hands to pull Jen’s ass cheeks apart giving Tom better access. Jen squealed in delight. Both of our dicks were still engorged and wet from dipping into Jen’s pussy. Our thermometer routine was a tantalizing way to slow down the pace of our lustful activities while keeping the sexual tension high. I slowly pushed the thermometer about two inches into Jen’s ass. Leaving the thermometer in her asshole, both of us started to gently caress and explore other parts of Jen’s beautiful body. Jen let out a pleasurable sigh as our hands moved over her smooth skin. This was truly a delightful way to spend an afternoon.

My work frequently takes me to various parts of the country. In the spring of 2004, I was on a flight from Chicago to San Francisco just having wrapped up some work in Illinois. Sitting next to me on that flight was a very attractive woman named Jen. Jen was about 30 years old, tall and slender with nice curly brown hair that hung around her shoulders. We chatted during the entire flight. I loved the sparkle in her eyes.

Upon landing in San Francisco I asked her if I could have her phone number. Jen politely declined but handed me her email address instead. A couple days later I sent her a short little email about how much I enjoyed our conversation. Jen wrote back a friendly note and we started exchanging emails about once a month. Since Jen lived in San Diego while I resided in Portland, it was unlikely that anything would ever happen.

It was more than a year later that I was presented with an opportunity to work for a couple months in San Diego. As it was damn rainy in the Pacific Northwest during the month of November, sunny California sounded like a great escape. I sent Jen an email that I would be traveling into her area and asked if she would be interested in meeting for dinner.

Jen and I really hit it off on our first dinner together. The chemistry was working. Jen was extremely bright and curious about everything. This led to many fascination conversations as we continued socializing. It was truly enjoyable spending time with Jen. From candlelight dinners, hikes, museum tours and watching a few sunsets we were having a terrific time.

Finally Jen invited me over to her place for some wine and cheese. I had a feeling that things would be taking off romantically rather soon. We had talked the night before about how fun it would be to do some skinny-dipping. So I did have high hopes for the evening.

Jen greeted me at the door wearing a perky, sexy sundress. After a nice hug and kiss she handed me a glass of white wine. We flirted a bit on the couch as we talked about an art show we were scheduled to see that weekend. It must have been about 20 minutes into the conversation when I asked Jen if she had any munchies to go along with the wine. That question provoked a naughty smile on Jen’s face as she got up from the couch.

With a teasing look in her eye, she suggested we have our wine and cheese in the bubble bath. At first I though she was joking. But I quickly realized she was serious, as she started stripped off the dress in front of me revealing her sexy bra and panties. With a bounce in her step I followed her to a lovely setting – a bubble bath by candlelight with a tray full of delectable cheeses along with an additional bottle of wine. In the bathroom Jen striped totally naked and slipped into the hot bath water. Pulling off my cloths I joined her in this soapy paradise.

Relaxing in the bathtub, we told stories, shared the cheese and wine and playfully touched, caressed and explored each other’s nakedness under the soapy bubbles. It was incredible romantic and erotic. It was almost an hour later before we finally started kissing and moving into the karabük escort realm of more lustful activities.

So how did I end up being so lucky sharing wine in cheese in a bubbly paradise? I suppose it had to do mostly with our open and honest communication. From day one we felt uninhibited talking about our thoughts, hopes and dreams. I know that might sound a bit corny, but it allowed both of us to open a few doors that normally would have remained shut.

Having reached the seasoned age of 37, I have learned that playing games is a waste of time. It does help that a few women give me a flirtatious glance as they assess the preppy looking, tall, well-built guy standing in the room. But these little moments are normally lost in the hustle of everyday life. Intriguing possibilities that dissipate as quickly as they appeared. But sometimes a magical opportunity comes together, which pushes open the door to some adventure and romance.

Well the door was wide open as I was surrounded in warm bubbly water fooling around with a fun-loving naked woman. Jen’s small nipples were now standing at attention as my hard dick pop through the bubbles. Soothed by the wine, my hands glided over her slippery body as we continued kissing. With the power of what felt like an electric shock, Jen wrapped her fingers around my cock. Damn that felt so good! With a naughty gleam in her eye, Jen turned around in the bathtub so that her nice round ass was facing towards me. Ah, what a perfect view.

Moving up behind her, I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy lips. With the bulbous head of my cock I started to simulate the sensitive areas of her clit and outer pussy lips. Jen moaned in delight as my cock bounced around her tight pussy. The inner folds of her pussy lips started to enlarge, opening the way for my entrance. Moving my dick slowly up and down her pussy lips, I would every once in a while push the head of my cock in just a little bit, teasingly raising the anticipation level. I could see the shiny gleam of Jen’s pussy juices starting to build. Very slowly I started to press my cock into her awaiting hole. Intense feelings of sexual energy shot through my cock, as my hard shaft squeezed into her tight little cunt. Damn it was a beautiful sight as my dick penetrated all the way in! No words were spoken as we started our trance-like motions of sexual passion. The candlelight flickered over our bodies creating a very erotic scene. Jen started moaning loudly as my cock continued to push in and out of her pussy. Rocking back and forth with slow, long, powerful thrusts our bodies fell into a rhythm of intoxicating pleasure.

The soapy bubbles glistened off of Jen’s sexy little ass. Jen’s pussy muscles squeezed my cock every time I penetrated into her. I slightly change the angle of penetration to vary the pressure on different parts of Jen’s vagina. The warm water splashed around our bodies as my dick pounded into her pussy. Suddenly Jen arched her back in pleasure as my cock hit her G-spot. I started thrusting harder. Shockwaves of excitement started to shudder throughout Jen’s body. Jen was groaning in pleasure. My cock was in heaven. Jen’s body started to tremble as her vagina walls began some intense contractions. Jen’s high-pitched squeal signaled the peak of her exploding orgasm that shook every part of her body.

Jen’s flushed face had a wicked grin as my dick continued to penetrate into her with wild abandon. Jen’s hot sexy body was a powerful aphrodisiac. My cock was almost bursting from watching the erotic spectacle of soapy water splashing over Jen’s tight little butt with each penetration. I struggled to last a little longer before I emptied my balls. The intense sensation of my cock impaled her pussy pushed Jen over the edge again. Jen’s fingers tighten their grip around the sides of the bathtub as she hit another orgasm. My balls were yearning for release. Looking down at her sexy butt, I saw her little asshole wink at me with delight. Fuck that was awesome! I could not last any longer as my dick finally exploded, releasing a full load of white hot cum into her little cunt.

Well, that was the start of our intensely passionate relationship. Our lovemaking was not just focused on sex. Great sex starts with good conversation. We learned a lot about each other over nice dinners in cozy little restaurants, laughing at funny movies, flirting over cocktails, taking long hikes surrounded by nature, discussing everything about life, dreams, art and sex. This closeness elevated our intimacy, which frequently led to some mind-blowing sex. Our lovemaking was not just confined to the bedroom. We made love on some deserted sand dunes by the sea, in a forest full of 200-year old trees and on a rooftop balcony that provide wonderful views of the city skyline at night. I once even bent Jen over the front of my car and finger-fucked her pussy in a parking lot BEFORE sitting down to a nice Italian dinner. Life was full of spicy delights.

I did notice that Jen karaman escort had a bit of a secret exhibitionist streak within her. Not that she actually acted upon it, but it was there nevertheless. I once teasingly pop the question about how would she feel if I were to “show her off” to a couple of my friends. She laughed at this suggestion as she playfully lifted her shirt revealing her small tits and pop back the response that there wasn’t much to show. I gave her a flirtatious grin.

One day I decided to test Jen’s boundaries. We had rented a small vacation cottage along the Central California coast for the weekend. It was a perfect romantic love nest. Off in the distance you could hear the waves crashing on the rocks. The place was fully furnished with a large kitchen, living room, bathroom with an oversize bath, everything. Unfortunately our hot water heater was on the fritz! Not having hot water this weekend was NOT an option. So after complaining to the rental company this geeky 20-year old kid was sent to repair the damn thing.

Well the kid had laid out his tools on the balcony trying his best to fix the thing. Since it was nice and sunny outside Jen decided to take a walk on the beach. I still had to stick around until the kid finished his work. As Jen was about to leave she asked if I could apply a little suntan lotion on the back of her neck and shoulders. I noticed the kid sheepishly taking a quick eyeful of Jen as she approached the balcony railing. She did look sexy in her short white skirt and spandex sports top.

Squirting some lotion in my hands I started to work the cream around her neck, shoulders and upper back. I took my time to allow the lotion to sink into her skin. Taking a bit of a risk I moved my lotion soaked hands away from her back, along her sides, then around to her front giving a little squeeze on her boobs. Jen’s mouth dropped open as she gave out a startled laugh. The kid monetarily forgot what he was doing upon seeing my hands under Jen’s spandex top playfully caressing her tits. What to do next…

Raising the stakes I told Jen that I would apply some lotion on the back of her legs. Jen hesitated for a moment. She gave me a somewhat questioned look, but her eyes revealed her excitement. Jen’s lips exhaled a small breath as she turned her body so that she faced the balcony railing. I must admit a lump formed in my throat as I contemplated my next move.

As Jen leaned against the railing her beautiful legs were perfectly displayed. I started applying the suntan lotion on the back of her calves rubbing my hand in small circles until the lotion disappeared into her skin. Slowly, ever so slowly, I started to move my hands up her firm legs. My moment of truth was quickly approaching. Jen’s sexy little white skirt barely covered her cute butt. There was not much fabric between the outside world and Jen’s secret treasures. The kid’s eyeballs were transfixed on the scene. My hands glided teasingly up past her thighs onto her ass cheeks. Jen let out a little gasp as she realized that my hands had lifted up her skirt.

Jen’s sexy butt was fully on display revealing her little thong panties that went up the crack of her ass. There was a moment of silence as the kid and I took in the view. Without skipping a beat I squirted some more lotion onto Jen’s butt and slowly moved my hands in small circles. Jen’s tiny thong panties barely hid her little asshole and pussy as my hands pushed apart her ass cheeks. I could feel Jen’s heart was pounding. I continued working in the lotion while watching the rim of her asshole slowly peak around her panties. How far would Jen let her private holes be exposed to a total stranger?

Hooking a finger around the fabric of her panties I pulled them aside to fully expose her cute little pussy and asshole. Jen gasped again as her legs and butt shuddered nervously in excitement. Time seemed to momentarily stop. The golden rays of the sun had direct access to her little pussy and asshole. The kid’s face looked as if he was seeing the lights of heaven, as his eyes were totally locked onto Jen’s exposed nakedness. Did I dare insert a finger into either her pussy or asshole? With one of my fingertips I teasingly touched the outlines of her pussy and the rim of her asshole. Jen’s heart was really pounding now. I was really tempted to insert a finger into one of her holes.

With a slightly awkward casualness my hands pulled away allowing her panties to snap back into her crack and her skirt to fall into place. Jen’s face was a little flushed as she regained her composure. Jen had just experience her first exhibitionist moment. Leaving us on the balcony Jen had a naughty little grin on her face. I asked the kid how the water heater was coming along. He looked like a deer in headlights as he fumbled with a screwdriver. Well the kid did finally finished fixing the water heater and left the house still somewhat dazed. When Jen came back in from her walk on the beach she was totally fired up for some wild sex. It seemed kars escort that giving Jen some “exposure” really worked up her sexual appetite.

That experience got me to think of other events that might offer some more fun-filled adventures. The following week I sent Jen a photo of my friend Tom who is a handsomely rugged guy. I have known Tom for over 15 years. Tom had taken a massage course a couple years back and had once offered to teach me some of the stroke techniques of deep tissue massage. I playfully imagined a few compromising situations which could develop by using Jen’s beautiful body to practice on.

Jen sent back a naughty email teasingly suggesting that she could squeeze us into her schedule for a steamy massage. Ah, she was into it.

Tom agreed to give me a little lesson on massage work, but he had no idea what MIGHT happen. Better to let things happen naturally, if at all.

The following Sunday, Jen was sunning herself in a bikini on the deck when Tom arrived. After a bit of small talk, I helped Tom setup his massage table out in the living room. Jen entered the room sipping an ice tea. I suggested to Tom that we should leave the room so that Jen could have a bit of privacy to undress. With that comment Tom and I headed for the kitchen for some cold drinks.

After a few minutes I poked my head into the living room. Jen was serenely laid out on the table listening to music with her headphones. Jen had placed a couple towels over her hips and breasts. I motioned to Tom that she was ready.

Tom and I started the massage on Jen’s scalp, neck and shoulders. Tom was really working deep into Jen’s muscles as his fingers worked their magic. Jen soon closed her eyes as her body relaxed. After about 20 minutes we started on Jen’s feet and lower legs. It was at this point that one of the towels on Jen’s hips shifted slightly revealing just a small glimpse of her naked pussy. Since Jen was listening to her music, she was unable to hear my comment to Tom about her pussy being on display. Tom had a big smile on his face as he glanced a peek. Jen was still oblivious to what was going on. I started working the massage up her left leg which had the effect of slightly pulling her legs apart…giving Tom some more tantalizing glimpses of Jen’s pussy. I gave Tom a little wink and smile as I started working my hands up her leg. Tom began to slowly realize that Jen’s pussy might not be off limits for a little touch and feel.

My hands were now working the muscles of Jen’s inner thigh. I eased a couple towels aside to reveal more of Jen’s beautiful pussy. Continuing the massage I allowed the edge of my hand to brush up against her pussy lips. Jen did not react at all as she continued to listen to the music coming from her headphones. I continued to work my fingers into her thigh muscles while keeping a slight pressure of movement on her pussy. I knew Jen was playing along with an innocent act routine of being oblivious. It wasn’t long before little drops of moisture started to appear along her pussy lips. She couldn’t hide everything now that her pussy was on display. I was not sure what Tom was thinking but by the grin on his face I knew he was enjoying the view.

Lifting one side of the headphones off her head I “woke” up Jen. Acting with charming innocence Jen slowly opened her eyes. I told her to flip over so that we could work on her backside. As Jen flip over onto her stomach, I positioned just one towel over her butt and gave her a knowing wink. Jen’s little smirk on her face told me that she understood perfectly well what I was up to.

Again we spent a good 20 minutes massaging her back, neck and scalp. After that Tom and I started the massage work on her feet and lower legs. Working a little faster, I pour some more oil into my hands and proceeded up Jen’s legs. It wasn’t long before my hands were at the boundary where her ass cheeks began. The little towel covering her butt provided no resistance as my hand casually brushed it away. I felt a momentary tenseness in Jen’s body as she realized that her butt was totally exposed. Jen pulled aside her music headphones as she looked back at me. Without missing a beat I asked Jen if she would be OK if her butt was uncovered. Jen gave me a little nervous laugh of approval as she replaced her headphones back on and closed her eyes. Jen’s cute little butt looked damn sexy. Tom and I relished the sight of her tight ass cheeks that sloped down into her little asshole and pussy.

I started working the muscles in Jen’s left ass cheek as I motion for Tom to work on her other cheek. Soon are hands were really giving Jen’s ass the royal treatment. Tom’s eyes almost pop out as I positioned Jen’s legs slightly apart to give us better access. Without missing a beat, I pulled apart Jen’s ass cheeks allowed us a great view of her asshole and pussy. Taking the lead, I started to gently rub the outer lips of Jen’s pussy. Soon Tom’s hands joined in the fun. It was an awesome sight as four hands and twenty fingers started to play, poke and caress all parts of Jen’s ass and pussy. Jen started to moan softly as our hands continued to play with her pussy lips and clit. Taking a bottle of oil I generously pour it all over her butt. Tom lost any inhibitions as he sunk two fingers into Jen’s pussy, working his massage skills in her tight little hole.

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“I am sick and tired about the whole deal. I am leaving you for Mark. He has asked me to move in with him and I have agreed. He has also promised to legally adopt Michelle and Halle so that you don’t have to pay any child support. He earns enough to take care of us well.” Aasera said as she went to the cupboard and took out her suitcase.

“But baby, what about my 9 inch dick?” Her husband Jerome intervened. He was sitting on the bed fidgeting with the front of his pants which encased his black snake and feeling like the king of the world.

“He has never even spoken in loud voice to me and I have seen him get drunk. He treats me with respect and does not ravage my body when he makes love to me. He takes care that I feel pampered in bed. Only last night he brought me to orgasm after orgasm and then we gave each other massages only to get turned on again and make love like mad” Aasera started to take her clothes out and putting in the suitcase.

“But baby, what about my giresun escort 9 inch dick?” Jerome opened up his fly and took out his impressive dick. Although flaccid it was quite a view for any woman to lust after.

“You know, he has held the same job for the last 12 years and is a highly respected member of his church. I can’t even tell you the number of people who came up to thank him for taking up the job of the minor league coach for the church team. He is a gem of man who knows his place in the society and respects people around him. He gets a lot of respect in return too.” Aasera did not so much as give a second glance to her husband’s dick.

“I can’t see how you can live without a 9 inch dick. Last night three whores took up the challenge to deep-throat and failed.” Jerome said stroking his growing cock.

“In the last three years you have spent around 2 in jails around the country and he has never even been stopped for speeding. gümüşhane escort Last Christmas when you were in Jail he took all of us to Disneyland and insisted that I stayed with my daughters in the other room and not given them a bad role model.” Aasera was going through her top drawer now.

“Just take a look at this nice inch shaft and you will change your mind about leaving me babe. Imagine me pushing the whole nine inches inside you and making you come.” Jerome walked in front of his wife with his now hard shaft dangling in front of him.

“Okay, I will stay back if you can tell me the height of both of our daughters.” Aasera turned to her husband and spoke. She was sure that he would not know this rudimentary fact about his daughters.

“Who cares about how tall the brats are? The only thing that matters is the length of my shaft. Can’t you see there is nothing more important in life than a black shaft up your ass?” Jerome shrugged hakkari escort at the stupid question. He was getting irritated, didn’t she know that any measuring tape over six inches long was for measuring the length of a black shaft and not the height of some by products of mind-blowing sex.

“You have never been to any PTA meeting and have never worried about where the next meal comes from. My dad was like that and so was your dad. Bums, that what they were and that’s what you are. I do not want my children to grow up to be stuck in teh life that I am stuck in. He will take good care of them. Then there is the matter of romantic candle light dinners and the leisurely hours spent in the bath tub just talking about our days and planning for the next.” Aasera said as she finished packing.

“Come baby let me push this nice inch shaft up your ass and you will feel better. One fuck and you will forget all about him. Me fucking you once every three months in between jail time is more than him fucking you daily. You just don’t realise the fact. You are in a fog, that’s what you are. ” Jerome pleaded.

Aasera picked up her suitcase and walked off. She stopped at the door and turend back to say, “You know Jerome, it is true what they say about a black woman. Once you go white…”

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I asked her lie down for some more time mean while I will bring some refreshment. She asked me not to leave her alone, but I consoled her and left room after getting dressed. Within few minutes, I was back with some eatables and cold drinks. By the time, she had gained some strength. She tried to wear clothes but I said let it be like that only. She was shy to sit like that. She was blushing like newly married.

and said bro I feel shy to sit nude. What happened to you? This is not first time I am seeing nude.

She : I don’t know but feeling shy now, though I had spent hour’s nude with you. Any way I made her sit beside me had food and cold drinks while fondling with her breasts. She asked brother are you not satisfied, see them you have made red by kneading while fucking and even now you are not leaving them.

Me : I can never be satisfied with your breasts. If they were detachable, I would have taken kept them with me.

She – If parts were like that, I would have definitely given them gladly and at the same time, I would have taken yours with me indicating my rod. Somehow, finished food and cold drinks and had another cigarette before dressing up. I gave her a painkiller and after exchanging several kisses, we left the room.

Till she was, finding pain in her groin and body.

After fucking Shwana, I was really happy to have such a beauty. I thought I would never ever get another virgin nubile for me. My thought turned towards her younger sister Sanya, but she is too young to have her. In case of Shwana, I didn’t take more strain to seduce her. As she herself digged grave for her and I went on taking advantage of the situations. I was thinking plot to seduce younger one, or keep her in touch so that I could use in future. In the meanwhile, the renovation of the shop was over. I got two boys stealing materials through cc cameras I had installed which nobody was aware including my B-I-L.

One had packed something in his friend’s bag, and another had pocketed something. I watched it through cc TV immediately I got up from cabin and took all three of them into godown and coolly asked them have they taken without informing management they said no I called other three staff and started interrogation all the time their answer was negative.

I asked other staff to check their pocket and found the thing, on checking bag also found what they had stolen. I ordered other staff to thrash them and enquired history since when they are doing and what amount they have taken till then. I too beat them and all the staff started beating them later, I handed all of them to police. They too thrashed in our premise and later took them to station. We got all the information as one of my friends father is DCP, so we put a charge sheet against all of them.

On hearing this, all the family members were astonished to how I found them sitting in cabin. Then I explained everything, why I gone for renovation of shop and how I planned to install hidden cameras, the way they recorded. It is small trailer yet cinema is to come. Aunty asked are there more than these are two. I said yes I would not reveal anybody’s name now. I have caught small fishes today and crocodiles are yet be caught.

Aunty was more happier than others were. B-I-L s was bleached as he was expecting fire from aunty and his wife, but nothing happened. Aunty cautioned him since ages you are in business and if you don’t protect yourself, the coming days are going to be difficult. Saying this she came and sat beside me on sofa, kissed my forehead and hugged me. This was second time she had hugged once in the beginning with sorrow this time she was happy for the way I was handling business as my purchase prices are also becoming competitive. B-I-L had told everybody regarding my purchase skills. Aunty appreciated me again before she let me go. Pamelea also congratulated me, and sister warned me because I had thrashed those boys and handed them to police to cautious.

Now a day’s aunty was becoming gloomy as her husband’s death anniversary was nearing. So, again, she preferred room and she even stopped cooking also, thus SIS was becoming more busy to handle all the things alone. She was not unhappy about it, but I was not able to get her alone, even in the nights, also she used to be tired and not interested in sex or sometimes vomiting due to morning sickness had increased. Many times, I had to be satisfied with B-I-L only and sometimes I had drench my thirst with preplays only. Still then, it was ok for me, as I had found Shwana to play with.

Now SIS again reminded me about her mils sorrow and entrusted me to look after her.

Again, I started sparing more time with aunt. Again, I started taking her out for temples and to even park on some occasions. Thus, we were becoming nearer. One day she had to visit orthopedic doctor for her muscular pain. I had taken the appointment and took her. Doctor after examining her thoroughly came to conclusion that she had all the problems due to non exercising, the only treatment needed is jogging and light exercises, milk as calcium supplement that’s all hatay escort and sent.

I was after her for jogging and exercise. She was just postponing. One day I got ordered from sister and B-I-L to start with immediate effect. It was decided that I had to take her early in the morning to outskirt of the city for fresh air where there is no traffic. Next day we went on bike and started walking. I had to walk with her speed. First few days she practiced in slow pace, then we increased speed.

The entire process took at least one hour in this one we used to chat on various topics. After few days suggested her for jogging, she tried but could not run in sareeblouse, she said running in sareeblouse is difficult so we continue walking. I suggested her why don’t you wear tracksuit, it will be comfortable for running. Are you mad how I can wear such clothes at this age. If any one sees me what will they say. I asked her to see with open eyes, there are lot of other women coming in such dresses, either in tracksuit or in formals, when others can wear why you can’t. After all what is your age, you don’t look that old you like elder sister. It’s your fault that you are thinking yourself too old. If you wear nice dresses, someone may propose you. She laughed and said you are making me a fool and pinched my cheeks. She was hesitant to wear such dressed. I said we can keep those in our guesthouse and we can change both the ways there only. So, that while leaving and reaching home you will be clad in sareeblouse, she accepted this idea.

Well I brought few night suite and chudidar placed in the rooms. We used to change our clothes in room. I had to Wait outside the room till she changed clothes, initially she used to shy for her new type of wears, as she never even wore chudidars. She asked me not to reveal about dress. I said ok there is no problem. At least we have to be open between us.

She said sure, let’s be like friends. I said done and shook hands friends – friends.

Few weeks It went well on next visit to hospital doctor advised to reduce weight and abdomen, which had started bulging, advised few light exercise like skipping and yoga. From then onwards, sometimes whenever we are alone sometimes I used to call her friend, for that she never objected but used to smile.

We used to do skipping and yoga in room. We did skipping standing side by side, but when instruction needed I used to in front of her. On one such occasion, I saw her boobs jiggling, I neglected, but when I saw, it was an beautiful scene. I managed to enjoy without her knowledge. I was very good at yoga, as I have stated earlier I had undergone three levels of yoga training, but I had never thought that one day I have to instruct other.

I had to teach specifically abdomen exercises. For the reason many times I was forced to touch her physically, that time she used to blush, but I used to shiver. Sometimes I had to place my hand on her abdomen while she was sitting or lying. Couple of times my while teaching pranayam particularly kapalbhathi I was showing her how to drag the stomach inside my hand brushed her breasts. They were spongy. It was something different to touch mature balls. I was used to the touch of nubile and young, it was first occasion with mature. I tried to resist from touching her felling like this as I was already in soup with two female and male particularly with her son and daughter-in-law.

So, I averted my attention. Once we were late for jog as aunty had to prepare food Pamelea as she had to leave early somewhere. Aunt wanted to cancel jogging but I pressured her not to miss as it is habit forming so she got ready but much behind the schedule so she only advised me to change together but with due instruction or warning that I was face other wall and not to turn back and no cheating. So, I did the same, she might had observed me with side view.

From next day to save, time aunty suggested to change simultaneously. Few days nothing happened but on one occasion, by chance I saw her reflection in dressing mirror. Oh my god what a beautiful scene it was.

She had undressed her sareeblouse she was in just panty and bra she is whiter than my sister, her unexposed to sun part was whiter than milk. Her boobs had filled large cups of her bra, I don’t know size but can say they are very attractive. I don’t know whether they had sagged or not as they were arrested in cage. First, she wore pant and then shirt, I could see till then, but it was more than enough to take snapshot in brain and the image was fixed as screen saver. I didn’t notice much below the belt, but it too was attractive. She was in hurry so she was unaware that I had seen her. But for me it made lot of difference, whenever I looked her, that image came in front of her, rest of the body looked normal but bust was swapped with the nude image.

I think you can imagine the scene. Look at any lady in normal condition and the middle portion with x’ ray eyes. [this art is mastered by savage love]though I fought to delete the image, I was not successful, for the first time I felt ığdır escort lust towards her. But I never thought to seduce her, as already I had two young cunts available for me as and when I wished. But imagining is no harm I thought.

May be after month’s time of skipping and yoga, while we were in room while changing she exclaimed oh my look here. I was not sure she really wanted me to take turn and see her seminude though I was looking at her through mirror now and then. Again, she asked me to turn, she was too eager. I turned to face her she indicated towards her stomach and said. Shahil look at my stomach how much it has reduced, yes it had really reduced. In fact, almost daily I saw her seminude but always my point of attraction was she boobs only so I had not noticed her abdomen she too was not aware of it. It had come near to flat if she continued exercise for another two months it would be totally flat. I put my palm on her stomach she didn’t show any reaction but her eyes sparkled, I too admired her for real hard work she had done. Yes, friend you will look like very young girl soon, so we can roam around like girl and boy friends. And caressed her abs, her body trembled a bit, then I caressed her calf muscles. Here it needs some more work out here. I put hand on her panty and joked you will need to change this, otherwise next time when you remove your pant it will also slip down to ankle said laughing and I straightened up. She wore pant and took me in her arms and said all the credit goes to you my friend and hugged me forgetting both were topless. She lifted her face and brought her parted lips near me. I was under impression that she is going to smooch, but I waited for her move. She took my head in her hands and gave a peck each side. I would have been totally wrong if I had tried to kiss her lips. What thrill I had with her topless hug was lost in few seconds. Aunty was cheerful she left me and completed dressing up and left for jog. This was the time I got excited about her. I was feeling guilt.

Her jokes while jog and after exercises brought my mood back and I was normal.

Once I proposed her for cinema as Shwana was not there and none of my close friends were also available. She denied to come to cine hall but said bring any CD and we can watch in house only. I asked her why you don’t want to come. It’s not good for me to go cinema and I don’t like pictures also. It was false as she used to watch pictures on TV. I was after her to accompany me as she had said it was not good for her to go (she was widow).

I wanted her to break all the barriers and come out. She was resisting, at last I said if you are, my true friend you are coming otherwise don’t come. It worked after lot of hesitation and fuss she agreed to come with a condition of not revealing to others. I instantly agreed and we left for cinema, it was some English comedy film. We really enjoyed the film. She was seated almost touching me. Our shoulders were stick to each other. She lost all the inhibition soon. We had snacks and cold drinks in interval whenever there was comedy scene she used to loud and pat my back and at serious moment she hold my hand in her smooth hands in return I gripped her hand even after the scene is completed. She pulled her hand when she felt my firm grip she let it remain in my hand only. We were one more step nearer now.

She used to hug me on every chance and used to kiss my cheeks even in presence of all the family members, sometimes I used to lay in her lap while watching TV. Those times she used to comb my hairs or caressed my face. Sometimes I used to observe her face. There was no expression. I was not able to analyze what was in her mind sometimes she called by my name sometimes friend and sometimes as son. I was getting more and more confused.

Once remote fell from her hand she bent to collect it while I was on her lap. As she bent her boobs smashed on my face, they were soft and huge, I felt like grabbing them. She took lot of time to collect the remote, I was not able to see as I had turned my face towards her face before she bent. I was in heaven, at the same time I was in dilemma. Whether I was seducing, her or she was trying to seduce me or there was nothing of that sorts. I even doubted I was running away while she is trying to seduce and every time I took all the incidents as accident. Or maybe I was summing all the accidents into deliberate actions. Only time was to answer this.

I was also in double standards whether I need to seduce her or what. My intention was also not clear. Necessary wise she may be in need of male company as she is widow and very much clean as, external affair was sin according to her. [At least I fall that way as per her behavior]. I was in no need as I had two young and beautiful females at my disposal. Neither my own sister nor another sister Shwana would refuse for sex at any convenient time. If both of them are busy or not feeling well or any circumstance I had ass hole of my B-I-L. Which never said no to me, it was ever ready for my pushes, he never refused to bend before me and take ısparta escort my dong up his anus So, I was in total confusion.

Life went on like that only.

One thing was sure she was very close to me now by body as well soul. Our jogging sessions and exercise continued. Now a day’s Mona aunty was relying more on me than her own son. Whenever she needed anything, she used to tell me only. If she had to go out, I took her mostly on bike. Nowadays she used to sit very close to me, as I was speed rider she used to hold me tight from back pressing her breasts on my back, whether intentionally or casually. When she tried to talk while riding bike she used to bend forward bringing her mouth to my ears, her both breasts pressed my back even after completing the talk she continued to sit in the same pose.

There after we went to movies many times. Her actions were similar she pat my back when she was happy or on some good scenes and many times I took her hand hold fingers intermingled, once I put my left hand over her shoulder for which she didn’t object then I took her hand in my right hand. We watched movie still my left hand on her soft shoulder I wanted to test her by reaching to her bosom, as my hand creped lower she took my hand with her left hand and hold it there only. I could not touch her boob. By the time, there was interval so I freed my hands and got out to bring ice cream. The picture ended uneventfully. Nowadays we were like friends rather than aunt and son. All family members were happy to note that she was no more gloomy, who used to sit crying in her room. She was cheerful nowadays and she involved herself routine chores. Many times B-I-L and SIS thanked me to bring back life into aunty ‘s life.

Once as usual, aunt Mona and myself had been to shopping mall. We took some materials and headed for the first floor we were climbing stairs aunt was ahead of me by two steps we reached the first landing by the time aunt had climbed only two steps, a bunch of boys came running down the steps. One boy was ahead and two or three boys followed him. The boy who was ahead was pushed by the next one he directly collided aunty, I think he groped aunt’s boobs. By this sudden attack aunt got imbalanced and fell back, by reflux action I collected her, she directly landed in my arms, I don’t know when I had dropped the carry bag which I was carrying.

She safely landed in arms as if I was actually carrying her. By the time so many things happened so spontaneously, I raised my foot to kick the one who had pushed aunty off the ground he managed to escape but the following boy stumbled my leg and he went flying directly over the boy who had dashed. Thus, they both went rolling over the stairs and reached ground in heap. Staff of the mall and other customers went running after them to thrash them as few of them had seen what they did. Both the guys were bleeding and they could not get up on their own, one boy had to be carried by four people and the other one followed them limping people gathered were scolding of misbehave. I only soothed them and instructed to take them to hospital.

Here my aunt was still in my arms she had really frightened. I think she was imagining our self in their places. She had clutched by both arms like garland and her hip was in one hand and the other hand had carried shoulder. I calmed her down and slowly placed on the steps of stairs, once she was near to normal, we left the place even without collecting what we had selected of course the bill was not yet paid.

Aunty was still shivering with fear. I took her back to home, thanks god this time we had come by car. Once we got down, I opened the passenger door took her hand in my hand and escorted to the door. It was locked, I opened the door with spare hand and took her inside she sat on the sofa and brought a glass of cold water for her. I sat beside her and asked are you ok now. She just nodded her head. I was thinking what was the matter after all it was small accident and she was so much worried

I asked why you are so much upset. She said in her childhood one of her cousin had fallen from stairs and died to head injury. Now I placed my hand over her and pulled her head towards me. Our faces were touching while my elbow was on her chest. In case I had fallen taking you with me, if I was dead, it was ok as I have seen the life and moreover I am widow. If something had happened to you, I would not bear it and started sobbing. I took her in arms and let her cry for a minute or so, she hugged me with lot of force and uttered I love you, I love you my son and showered kisses on my face.

You were fast enough to catch and carry me. By thus you saved both of us. I don’t what would have happened to me. What happened to both of them I could see only they went on stairs rolling. I said nothing has happened to them except small bruises, I lied I knew one of the boy was severely affected and other one was also limping. I felt bad for kicking him, I should have caught and thrashed them. But everything happened so fast and I wondered how fast my refluxes were. While I took aunty in my arms and steadied myself and managed to throw leg to kick, but it missed still causing to damaging both of them. They were fed for misdeed. I went and prepared two cups of strong tea, after aunty had streaming cup of tea, she was almost normal. She asked me why they fell I detailed everything.

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He was a big man, an animal. The sort of man who just takes what he wants. I didn’t know him, but he was the host of the party I was at.

It was a great party as far as I was concerned, there was a woman who had taken an interest in me and we had been flirting all evening.

It was getting late and couples were starting to leave. I hadn’t drunk too much and went to the kitchen to get a beer. There was this woman again, leant against a doorframe talking to people I couldn’t see.

I moved behind the wall and felt her arse cheek through her dress. She didn’t flinch or interrupt her flow. I put my hand under her dress and had a feel of her legs. Again she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Not wishing to get caught I drifted off out the other door and back to the party.

Later that evening we were chatting again, she looked around and led me upstairs. She opened a door slightly and hooked her head through. “It’s empty,” she said, “Come on.”

We went through and she shut the door behind us. It was a bedroom. She grabbed me and we kissed passionately. She turned around and I kissed her neck, She put an arm up and caressed my head while arching hers away to give me greater access.

“Unzip me. would you,” she lustily asked.

I unzipped her, trailing a finger down her back as I did so and she slipped the dress off her shoulders. She wore nothing underneath.

“Your turn,” she said as she turned around and started unbuttoning my shirt. I hurried to undress as she rubbed my cock through my trousers and giggled at my efforts to stop her while I tried to take my trousers off.

I erzincan escort finally manage it and we kissed again before she led me to the bed. She climbed on and laid down with her legs apart. It’s clear what she wanted so I went to the end of the bed and lay down with my chest on the bed and my feet on the floor.

I slide one hand under her right leg and she raises her buttock for me so I slipped it up to feel her arse cheek.

“You want to get deeper eh,” she teases as she raises the other buttock so I send my second hand to grip her arse cheeks. She grips my head, but by my ears rather than the top or side of my head so the sound becomes muffled and my world becomes her pussy.

She is moaning, encouraging. I’m engrossed and thoroughly enjoying it.

“What the fuck are you doing with my wife,” I hear a mans voice boom. She immediately sits up, holding my head tightly and pushing it into her pussy. I’m stuck, I can’t get away. She is sat on my hands.

I hear him undressing, I hear his belt buckle, his zipper, his trousers hitting the floor.

I feel his big hands on my arse cheeks pulling them apart and a hard cock press into my hole. In one shove his big cock invades me and I let out a moan. He pushes further and I feel his thighs on mine as he buries every inch of himself.

After just a couple of slow powerful strokes, he was holding my hips and fucking me hard.

She let go of my head and moved herself up the bed into a sitting position to watch. “Fuck him hard baby, fuck the shit out of him,” she aggressively urged while sinking her right hand to erzurum escort begin rubbing her clit.

I try to raise myself but he is way too strong, he simply put a hand on my neck and pushes me down so my cheek is buried in the bed, my head looking sideways and my arse stuck invitingly up in the air.

He lays down on my back and with a quiet authoritative tone into my ear says, “Stay there Honey, I’m gonna fuck you whether you like it or not. I’m gonna shove my dick so far up your arse you’ll be licking my cum off your teeth. I’m gonna ride you like a bike, indeed you are going to become my bike.”

“Please,” I protest.

“Please what Honey, please fuck me, certainly baby, you got it.”

“No, no.”

“Quit your bitchin, you’ve got sissy faggot written all over you,” the woman suddenly chimes in. “Tell my man you want him to fuck you, come on faggot, do it.”

The guy rammed me with immense force as she said this and I felt broken, my situation helpless.

“Fuck me, please fuck me Sir, fuck your Faggot.”

“OK Sugar.”

He pulls his superior rock hard manhood almost out, just leaving his tip in me and forcefully plunges back in all the way giving me his entire length in one violent thrust. He continues these slow deliberate thrusts and I start letting out involuntary little moans. I could feel him all, every inch of this big, hard, hairy man pumping me.

“I knew you loved dick, you’ve been teasing me all night with your looks eyeing me up,” he teased.

He wasn’t interested in my pleasure at all. He didn’t care, he just wanted to fuck me into eskişehir escort submission, fuck me so I’d be back for more, fuck me until he came. He kept drilling me hard with long hard strokes, panting on my neck as I whimpered under him.

“This is so fuckin hot.” I was so lost in this guy fucking me I’d forgotten she was in the room, still rubbing herself. “God, I’m gonna cum, fuck him, fuck him, Yeeeeesssssss.”

“Oh fuck Darlin’ I’m gonna cum too. Here it comes Sugar.”

He bit my neck and clamped his huge body over mine, engulfing me. He shuddered again and again as he pumped his seed inside me and slumped over my back.

“Oh that was a fabulous fuck Honey, I’ll be tapping your arse regularly Sweetcheeks,” he breathlessly panted in my ear.

“Did you enjoy your birthday present sweetheart?” the woman said getting up and moving down the bed to plant a loving kiss on his lips.

“Oh yes, Darlin, thank you. You think of the most wonderful presents. She had a nice tight arse. I’m going to enjoy shafting this one.”

She, what does he mean she, I’m not a she, I’m a man I think to myself but with him still draped over me it just didn’t seem the right time to protest.

She moved into position on the bed and offered me her pussy while her husband released just enough weight for me to move my head and begin to eat.

“Did you enjoy my husband’s cock? I bet you did, He’s insatiable when he’s horny and he’s horny a lot so you can help me keep him satisfied. He loves a nice Faggot, loves to fuck the manhood out of them, tosses them away when they become too queer. Wonder how long you will last? You will help me won’t you?” she taunted and teased in what were clearly rhetorical questions.

I mumble, “He won’t turn me, I’m straight,” in between licks of her juicy sweet cunt.

“That’s what they all say Honey, we’ll see, best enjoy my pussy while you still want it, you’ll prefer cock soon.”

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Grace spent nearly 20 minutes arguing with the front desk manager. Because of overbooking, her hotel reservation had been canceled and she was left without a room.

“I’m scheduled to speak here tomorrow! I specialize in treatments and preventions for an array of new viruses spreading around the globe. How could this happen to me?”

Sure, there were probably other rooms at nearby hotels. But she needed a room at this hotel. It was the same building where the big Medical Convention was being held and she had been added as a guest speaker on short notice.

“There’s nothing we can do,” the manager said with the deepest compassion. “We are simply over-booked at the moment. On a personal note, I truly appreciate the type of work that you do. It’s a great service to society and I feel awful about this situation.”
The lobby was packed and Grace was infuriated that so many people were getting their rooms, but she was being denied hers. Panic was sinking in and a part of her regretted accepting the last minute invitation.

“Thank you, but you have to understand,” Grace pleaded. “I absolutely NEED to stay at this hotel. I’ve brought a lot of model objects and pamphlets with me. Hauling them around would be a major hassle. I mean, just look at this!”

She gestured over to her son, a college biology major who stood beside a cart full of their luggage along with other large containers. This was supposed to be Grace’s opportunity to show her son what it was like to be at the forefront of medical research.

The desperate plea seemed to have worked somehow. She noticed a sudden shift in the manager’s demeanor, as if sympathy had been the key all along, or maybe it was something else?

“We may have a special accommodation,” the manager said after a moment of reflection. “Is your son 18 years of age?”

“He’s 20,” Grace replied, wondering about the relevance of this.

“Follow me.”

They all went over to the side of the front desk area, while other attendees of the big event were checking in to their rooms. The manager pulled out a pamphlet, and while speaking in a hushed tone, explained the unusual circumstance of the top floor.

“Our CEO has an interest in certain vices and perhaps you can take advantage of it. Look at this top floor suite. Our finest room. You can stay for free, provided you meet the strict guidelines listed here.”

Grace and her son huddled to look at the pamphlet. Everything about it seemed vague, but the main points seemed clear.

“What do you think?” she asked her son.

Robert looked it over. “It looks like a great opportunity. Why not?”

Together, they looked over the heading along with the main points of whatever this was.

A MOM/SON SPECIAL

— The top floor was reserved for mothers and sons only.

— Five Star accommodations in all aspects.

— 24 hour room service for lubricants, towels, and cleaning.

— No doors on any room. It was unclear what that meant.

— Sharing is encouraged in the suits, pool, and sauna. No explanation what ‘sharing’ meant.

— $400 per night.

“And this is free?” Graced clarified with the manager. “This offer is quite pricey. I’m not sure what to think of this.”

The manager nodded. “I’ll give you free accommodations because I deeply respect the kind of medical work that you’re doing. I also think you’ll fit right in, granted, you must fulfill the terms of the agreement.”

Looking at the pamphlet once again, Grace relished the idea of staying in a suite like that. Being overworked these last few years had taken its toll on her. A luxury room could be exactly what she needed.

“We’ll take it,” she said with a wide smile, forgetting all the drama that had previously unfolded.

“Wonderful! But to be clear, you do understand the nature of this hotel experience, don’t you?”

Grace playfully scoffed. “The mom/son thing? Forget it. Robbie is my best friend. I’ve taken him with me for other events around the country, and twice to Europe. We know how to share a room. No problem.”

“Excellent. Give me a moment and I’ll personally get you settled in.”

When the manager went behind the front desk to book the room, Grace gave an excited thumbs up to her son, wondering if this was too good to be true.

“It’s a great sign,” she said, then lowering her voice so other hotel guests wouldn’t hear them. “It’s incredible how fast luck can change. I mean, did you see those pictures? Breathtaking.”

Robert tried not to laugh. “I don’t think you understood.”

“What do you mean?”

“I could be wrong, but it seems… weird. Are you sure you don’t get what this is all about?”

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she said.

“The title of this promotion is ‘Mom/Son Special.’ Come on, what do you think that means?”

She shook her head, laughing. “Have you lost your mind? This is a classy hotel. Stop thinking dirty things.”

“I know, I could be wrong. But the manager was filled with innuendo like he was afraid to explain bayburt escort all the stuff in public. Think about it.”

“Again, stop with the dirty mind. The manager providing this room is a thoughtful gesture.”

“Yeah, an event with no doors.”

“That can’t be literal,” she reasoned. “Of course there’s going to be doors on the rooms.”

That manager returned, handed them the keycards for general use around the hotel, and snapped his fingers so that an employee would come and push the cart. They went towards the elevator and headed up to the top floor.

A few minutes later, the elevator door opened, and before anyone could leave, the manager blocked access to the hallway by just standing there.

The manager cleared his throat. “This floor has been specifically renovated for mom/son purposes. It’s a romantic getaway for like-minded couplings. We couldn’t do this in the main lobby, but here, I’ll require proof of cultural fit.”

Grace looked at her son, who had been right all along. This floor was specifically renovated for incest! Her relief over the new room had vanquished, and her dismay for being roomless had now returned. Was she supposed to turn down this offer and fend for herself at another hotel? It would mean that she and her son would have to carry these big boxes back and forth for the convention.

Or… she could just go along with it.

“Oh, that, I know what you meant,” she fibbed, laughing it off. “Trust me, this doesn’t bother us at all. In fact, we’ll feel right at home here.”

“Rules of the hotel, ma’am. You’ll need to tongue-kiss your son right now for verification.”

The manager stood there with a non-judgmental look on his face, but there was no mistaking it, the man meant business. He was adamant about doing his job correctly and with proper procedures.

Looking at her son, she knew that Robert didn’t want to leave this hotel either. So she took the initiative and stepped towards her son, grabbing him, and she threw her arms around him. Pressed together, Grace grabbed her son around the neck and planted a strong kiss on his lips. Their mouths meshed together in the most unholy of ways.

Her tongue went to a place she never thought it would ever go; into her son’s mouth. She tasted her son’s warm saliva. Surprisingly, she felt her son’s lips press against hers in return. Equally as surprising, she felt her son’s tongue returning fire. This was a real kiss between them.

The moment she felt a tingling sensation between her legs, Grace knew this had to end. She broke the kiss, unable to look her son in the eyes. Then she turned towards the manager and forced herself to smile.

“Proof enough?” she asked with a perk, and a false confidence.

“Thank you kindly. Right this way.”

They were guided down the hallway and Grace was still too embarrassed to look at her son. Robert didn’t say anything either. As advertised, there weren’t any doors to any of the rooms. The keycards were for billing purposes. It was a bizarre sight, seeing a hotel hallway with no doors.

She heard moaning sounds coming from a room up ahead. She did her best not to look as they approached. But as she was just outside that room, she took a quick peek and saw it; a mature naked woman was bent over a bed, with a young stud behind her, pounding her hard.

It took Grace’s breath away as they kept walking down the hall. Was that an actual mother/son? Or was this some fantasy roleplay? It had to be a roleplay, she figured. There’s just no way this was real. But then again, why was she made to kiss her own son on the mouth?

Another question swirled in her mind; would anyone look inside HER room? The thought made Grace shiver with great discomfort. She was a woman who deeply valued privacy. God only knows how many perverts will try to peek inside her room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her naked or wishing she’d be fucking her son.

They made it to her room. No door. But the inside of the room was beyond gorgeous. The quality was five-stars and unlike any place she had ever stayed before. The manager explained all the luxuries and benefits while the employee unloaded everything.

After everything was explained to them and the manager was ready to leave, all that was left was the paper on the table.

“This is the schedule for mornings, afternoons, and nights. If you are in this hotel room during these times, then you are required to participate. Each room has different schedules. It keeps things lively at all times. Does this make sense?”

“Perfectly,” she said with another false smile.

“Room service will check on you periodically, and if you’re not performing as the schedule states, then you’ll be asked to leave. It’s harsh, but the romantic and erotic environment are what people are paying for.”

After profusely thanking the manager for the free room, he left, and Grace turned to her son with the most baffled expression.

***

“What have we done?” Grace whispered, mindful that bilecik escort there was no door and no privacy.

They were both sitting on their respective side of the large bed. They could hear sounds of people having sex outside. They also had their schedule on the bed after reading it over to make sure it was real.

“I guess we’re screwed,” he quipped.

“Very funny.”

He looked at the paper again. “Seriously, we are. According to this, I’m supposed to screw you from behind in the bathroom, while you’re facing the mirror. Then tomorrow morning, you’re supposed to give me a blowjob while I sit by the window. Oh, and the curtains have to open.”

“Robbie!” she hollered, before quieting herself. “Watch your language. I’ve never heard you talk like that before.”

“Sorry. I’m only reading what this says.”

Sinking deeper into the bed, Grace was totally relaxed. The car ride was four hours and tomorrow would be one of the biggest days of her life. She needed this rest. She needed a hotel of this quality and convenience.

“What are we going to do?” she complained. “This bed is amazing. This room is amazing. If we have to stay at a different hotel I’d be so sad.”

“Can we stay at a different hotel and leave our boxes with your colleagues here?”

“Not practical,” she replied, having already thought about it. “My schedule is different from my colleagues.”

“Hmm. We could… you know…”

“No, I don’t know. Tell me.”

Robert gestured to the paper. “We could try and fake what’s on this schedule. You know, make it look like we’re doing it.”

“How are we supposed to fake having sex or doing a blowjob? Jesus, now I’m the one using foul language.”

They laughed at the absurdity and she sunk deeper into the cushy bed. At her age, a late-afternoon nap was always in order. She closed her eyes, still smiling from the ludicrous conversation, and fell asleep to the sound of people having sex in the distant background.

*

She woke up and it was almost 5 pm. Robert was napping beside her. When she gently got off the bed, Robert woke up. She needed a shower and there wasn’t even a door for the bathroom.

“Wait here, okay?” she said, heading over to the luggage. “I’m taking a quick shower. Watch tv if you want.”

“Sure.”

Laying there, Robert grabbed the remote control and watched tv while Grace selected a new outfit for herself. Looking at the bathroom with the door removed was just plain odd. But she had to keep reminding herself that this accommodation was free.

“By the way,” Robert said before she went into the bathroom. “It’s time for you-know-what. An employee could stop by and check on us.”

“Possibly. But I don’t think that a provision like that would be enforceable. They won’t kick us out.”

“You were wrong about all that other stuff, though.”

Still slightly groggy, she shrugged. “If the employees want, they can take a peek at my naked body in the shower. That should fulfill our weird obligation for this room.”

Ending the conversation, she went inside the bathroom and undressed. She stepped into the shower and tried to focus on the big day tomorrow. Giving speeches always gave her the jitters. It would be the first time she had ever spoken at a major convention and she was extra nervous.

After a few minutes, she finished. Water dripped down her body in the tub and she pulled her wet hair back.

“Mom, mom,” Robert called out from the bedroom.

“Yes?” she asked, wiping the water from her face.

“There’s a room service lady providing towels and stuff from a cart. She’s holding a clipboard, too. She’s almost here.”

“That’s probably not good.”

“What should we do?” he asked.

“Hang on.”

Acting fast, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to quickly dry herself. Her hair was still wet but she had already squeezed some of the water out. Keeping this free hotel accommodation was now her top priority. With the towel fastened around her chest, she approached her son in the bedroom to formulate a plan.

They were both about to say something, but instead, they remained silent while a voice in the hallway grabbed their attention.

“Oh! Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!”

“Do you think they’re really mom/son?” Robert asked. “Because clearly, that sounds like a woman, you know…”

Grace finished the sentence. “Taking it up the butt. Yikes. Wow. Well, can you check the hallway again? Maybe room service already left.”

She stood still while Robert rushed over to the hallway to peek, then swiftly returned with bad news.

“She’s coming,” he said in a frenzy. “I saw her going into the other room bringing towels and small bottles. Should we pretend we’re doing the schedule?”

“You mean, you want to pretend to have sex with me?”

Even with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her body, Grace still had the ability to assert maternal dominance over her son. But as she stood there with bingöl escort her hands on her hips, after scolding her son over the mere suggestion, she knew it was the best option.

“Forget it, you’re right,” Robert said, as if coming to his senses.

She huffed. “Actually, let’s do it. If we get kicked out of this hotel for not following the rules, then we’d really have a problem.”

There was a sudden shift in Robert’s demeanor and Grace noticed it immediately. Her son had tensed a little and his eyes grew bigger. She understood this could be exciting for any young man, mom or not. And she couldn’t fault her son for getting a kick out of doing something like this.

“What should we do then?” he asked. “I’m open to whatever you want.”

Thinking fast, she grabbed her son by the wrist and pulled him into the bathroom. It was still kind of steamy, but the mirror was clear and the lights were bright. The request on the schedule was raunchy. The hotel wanted the mother to be bent over the bathroom counter, facing the mirror, while the son would be fucking her from behind; ass or pussy.

When she actually bent over the bathroom counter, things turned serious. Her forearms were on the counter and her face was just inches away from the mirror. She heard her son gasp from this salacious pose.

Then she reached behind with one hand and lifted the bottom side of her towel to reveal the lower-half of her ass. Looking at the mirror, she saw the look of shock on her son’s face. Perhaps she had lifted the towel a little too high and he saw too much of her ass?

“Pretend to grind against me,” she said, resting both forearms on the counter. “Pull the front of your shorts down, but obviously I don’t want you going inside me.”

“How bare should we make this?”

“All the way, bare. But don’t go inside me.”

At this point, she couldn’t bring herself to look at her son’s reflection in the mirror anymore. It was just so awkward. It was unlike anything they had ever done before, and they had gone traveling together for many years.

The sound of her son pulling his shorts down made Grace shiver, but she remained firm. Then she felt her son’s pubic hairs and crotch pressing against her bare butt. She felt her son’s penis graze against her labia as they simulated sex.

“You can move a little closer,” she said, wiggling her hips when she felt that her son was pressed enough. “We have to make this realistic.”

“Okay, got it.”

Listening to orders, Robert pressed his crotch harder and Grace felt the cock glide against her labia once again. Only now, the cock was hard! She struggled with the emotions that came with her son’s long shaft curving upwards on her labia, but this was the price she had to pay for the room. Nothing is ever free, as it turns out.

Keeping her head down, she told her son, “Let’s hold this seriously awkward position until we’re being inspected.”

They waited there for what felt like a few minutes. Grace tried to block out the intimate and uncomfortable nature of this hold. But that was impossible. The fact was, her son’s erection remained against her labia and it only seemed to get harder. Without a doubt, her son was enamored by this intimate contact. And if she were honest with herself, so was she.

“I hear someone coming,” he whispered.

She whispered back, “Pretend we’re doing something.”

“Room service,” a female voice called out.

“We’re in here,” Robert replied.

Looking at the mirror, Grace saw the mind-boggling image of her makeup-free face with her wet hair slicked back. Robert was behind her, thrusting gently. Her body was rocking back and forth from the motions. Down below, she felt her son’s erection rubbing across her labia — occasionally stroking her clitoris — and if this continued, she knew she’d cum.

A busty hispanic woman entered the bathroom holding towels with one hand, and a clipboard in the other hand. The woman was unphased by this act of incestuous pleasure. Presumably, she had already seen it all on this particular floor.

Putting the towels down on the counter, right beside Grace, the room service attendant held the clipboard in hand to do an inspection. The attendant knelt down and examined Grace’s body.

“Nudity from a mother is required,” the room service attendant said.

Without warning, the room service attendant pulled Grace’s towel away, leaving her butt naked while her son thrusted at her backside. The woman expertly folded the towel and placed it on the counter alongside the clipboard.

Then the attendant knelt down again, as if being a building inspector or a health code professional, and examined the depth of penetration.

“It’s not inside,” the woman said. “Let’s try this again.”

Grace kept her face forward, her eyes looking at her naked reflection in the mirror, as she saw the room service woman touching her son’s dick, guiding it towards her pussy. She was about to be fucked!

The attendant’s hands put the dick inside Grace’s pussy and all she could do was gasp and enjoy it. She surrendered completely to her son’s erection and to room service. Her pussy was wet and entry was easy. Looking in the mirror, she saw the attendant keeping a close eye on the incestuous fucking to make sure that everything was properly done and legitimate.

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Tales of a Cock Slave #32

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Cruising Scruff, I saw a really hot geeky young dark haired 22 year-old guy with Pro who was Polish and lived in Belville. His profile said he was 5′ 6″, 135 with a 10″ uncut cock and big balls full of hot Polish semen.

I unlocked and he unlocked, and his pictures were amazing including one I have in my private album of his flaccid cock with his foreskin over his cockhead hanging out of his underwear when he’s lifting his leg. I message, “Hot cock! Would love to help you out with all that Polish semen!”

He messaged that he’s been looking for a guy who can swallow his big cock and take it up their ass. He asked me if I could host. I said no, can you? He said he lived with his mother and she worked during the day, so it might be possible, and he’d let me know when. He said his name was Michael (Michal in Polish).

That same week a really hot blond Polish kid messaged me, asking if I could host him. He was also 5′ 6″ with a 10″ uncut cock and said his name was Peter (Piotr in Polish). He lived with his parents in Clifton and couldn’t host but could travel.

A few weeks later, Michael messaged me that his mom would be at work that afternoon and I could come over at 2:00. He gave me the address. He told me if I said I was going to come I really need to come because he really, really needed his cock sucked and his balls drained.

I asked if I could invite another guy and sent him Peter’s profile name. He said yes, that he’d tried to hook up with him several times.

I drove to Michael’s house and he answered the door (naked) and took me by the hand into the living room where Peter was sitting on the couch naked stroking his big cock with a huge smile on his beautiful face.

They were amazing, almost opposites in looks but exactly similar in their slender, muscular bodies, little patch of chest hair, bushy pits and pubes and huge, thick cocks and tight little bubble butts.

I got on my knees and sucked off Michael first, him holding my head and bobbing it up and down on his cock, then as his cock throbbed wildly, yelped and shot down my throat. He pulled my face off his cock and pushed it over to Peter who did the same thing.

Then, Michael commanded, “We are going to fuck you up the ass and down your throat. I will get on the floor and you’ll put a condom on me with your mouth, then I’ll lube my cock and your tight ass.”

“You’ll straddle my crotch, then sit all the way down on it and I will pump my hips up and down shoving my cock in and out of your tight ass while Peter fucks your throat holding the back of your head and your throat.

It was amazing, all three of us groaning (mine making Peter go wild and start really fucking my throat hard), then their cocks throbbed in my throat and in my ass as they came at the same time, yelling out loudly. Michael told me to get on my knees with my head bent back and mouth open.

He poured the semen from his condom in my mouth, then he and Peter throat fucked it down and, and based on how wildly their cocks throbbed in my throat, added huge new loads.

Then, Peter got on the floor and fucked my ass while Michael fucked my throat. Then Peter fed me his semen from the condom and they both throat fucked it down adding 2 more big loads to all the semen in my belly. Then, Michael bent over and I fucked his ass while he got throat fucked by Peter.

Michael pulled off Peter, to Peter’s annoyance, and asked, “Smack my hot ass while you fuck it!” I smacked both his ass cheeks and I could feel him tighten his asshole around my cock, massaging it.

Peter was not happy about him getting off his cock, so he shoved it back down and held the back of his head and thrust his hips aggressively pulling his cock out so his cock head was on Michael’s tongue, then shoving it all the way in so Michael’s nose was in his dark, bushy pubes until he shot, yelling out, “Take my hot semen down your tight boy throat, Michael!”.

Then they switched. I fed Michael and Pete the semen from my condoms, then told Michael to fuck it down Peter’s throat and Peter to fuck it down Michael’s throat.

Michael said he’d dreamed of having his ass and throat dominated and he’d never been with anyone as hot as me and Peter. I told him they were clearly the hottest two guys I’ve ever been with at once. Peter agreed and suggested that he and Michael not cum for a week before out next “date.”

On our next date, Michael invited his older cousins, Andrew and Karl, hot 6′ Polish redheaded twins who looked like the actor Louis Hoffman who played Lucas on “Dark,” with the same long red hair, except they were prettier, had better bodies and had perfect teeth and thick 10″ uncut cocks. Michael said, “They have huge cocks, hope you can handle them.”

I answered, “I’ve had bigger cocks down my throat and up my ass. I look forward to having all 20 inches balıkesir escort of their cocks fucking my throat and ass at once!” Andrew said, “Our loads are as big as our cocks, think you can handle them?” I answered, “Only one way to find out. Andrew, throat fuck me as Karl ass fucks me!” I knelt on the floor.

Karl put lube on my ass and fingered me then fucked me from behind holding my hips and pumping my ass while Karl held the back of my head and under my chin and aggressively throat fucked me. They fucked me from both ends so hard I worried I’d lose 4 inches in height.

Karl began to groan, and his huge cock pulsated a huge load of semen into the condom up my ass just as Andrew groaned while his fat cock pulsated a huge load of semen down my throat.

Andrew pulled out and told me to get on my knees, bend my head back and open my cocksucker mouth wide. Karl poured all the semen from his condom down my throat, rubbed my throat, then he and Andrew fucked it down into my belly, and again after their cocks wildly pulsated, shot two more huge loads of semen down into my belly.

Karl said, “Andrew, this is the hottest throat I’ve ever fucked!”

Andrew agreed, “Yes, I’m looking forward to fucking his ass!”

Peter cried, “Hey, hey, me next!” It was amazing to watch them pound that pretty little blond, bubble-butted Polish boy from both ends with their fat 10″ cocks as he whimpered and moaned as he submitted to their huge cocks, and they shouted out as they shot down his throat and into the condom up his ass as Peter lowered his head and shaking it just groaned.

They, too, made him swallow all the condom semen and throat fucked that down adding to more big loads as his pretty blue eyes watered. I could see Michael looking on jealously. (I was sure if Andrew and Karl told him they were going to fuck his ass and his throat, that he’d do it.)

We got together alone twice more and with Karl and Andrew three more times. Once, Michael told me that he was in love with Peter and was pretty sure he was in love with him, that they’d started dating and might move in together when Peter finished college at the local university.

They did move into an apartment together and hosted me several times. It was great to see them so in love. I can only imagine them looking lovingly into each other’s eyes as they spit roasted me. Michael decided to go to college on the West Coast and they moved out there and I never saw Michael or Peter again.

One night, two years later, at the local movie theater, two guys sat down, one on either side of me. I noticed it was Andrew and Karl.

Andrew whispered in my ear, “Hey, hot cock slave, long time, no see!” Karl whispered, “We haven’t shot our loads in a week. Do you live near here?” “Yes, three blocks away.”

Andrew said, “Great. Guess we know what we’re doing after the movie tonight!” A couple time during the movie, I rubbed both their cocks through their pants and when they hardened down their thigh, I rubbed them.

They had to suppress their groans. Andrew whispered in my ear, “Cock slave, keep that up and we’ll have to take you into the bathroom and spit roast you hard in a stall!”

I whispered back, “No, wait until we get to my apartment as the bedroom was designed for me getting spit roasted all night by huge, aggressive Polish cock!”

After the movie, we walked back to my apartment. They complimented my apartment, gave themselves high-5’s, and agreed that the bedroom was perfect for hot, hard 2-on-1, male-on-male sex and that by the end of the night, my ass and throat would be loosened up and my belly would be full of hot, Polish semen.

They took each other’s clothes off, then Andrew took mine off and Karl picked me up and threw me on my bed, turned me over and fucked my throat and throbbed his big load of Polish semen down into my belly.

Then Andrew fucked my throat and throbbed his big load of Polish semen down into my belly.

Then Karl turned me around, lubed and fingered my ass and shoved his condomed cock all the way in and pounded my ass hard until I started moaning and he started groaning and I could feel his cock throb wildly up my ass as he filled the condom with his hot Polish semen.

Then Karl did the same thing, twice as hard, looking into my eyes and saying, “Do you know how lucky you are to have our 10″ uncut Polish cocks up your ass and down your throat?”

“Yes, I am very aware of how lucky I am. I hope you’re satisfied with my throat and ass so we can do this more often!”

Then, Karl turned me around, pushed my head back and opened my mouth with his thumbs and poured the semen from his condom down my throat and fucked it down to my belly and groaning loudly, throbbing another huge load to add to it.

Then Andrew did the same thing, bartın escort but harder, of course (brotherly competition!). Then Andrew laid on my bed and I sat on his cock while Karl fucked my throat. After they came, Andrew fed me the semen from his condom, and they switched places with me sitting on Karl’s cock and Andrew fucking my throat.

Karl fed me the semen from his condom and they both throat fucked me until each of their cocks throbbed huge loads down into my belly. Then Karl sat on the trunk with his cock down my throat and Andrew fucked my ass holding my hips and lifting me off the floor, so I was pushed all the way down on Karl’s cock.

They grunted, then their cocks throbbed at the same time as they shot down my throat and up my ass in the condom.

Then, they switched. After they came again, they fed me the semen from their condoms and throat fucked it and more big loads down into my belly. Karl asked about the first cock I sucked. “My amazingly hot 6′ hot Irish RA, thick 9” uncut cock, the captain of the swim team, who taught me to suck cock so I could suck the guys who attended his beer, pot and porn parties in his room.

He was also the first guy to fuck my ass so the guys at his parties could spit roast me! His parties were amazing with twenty guys from our floor, his swim team and what turned out to be his boyfriend, Luis, a hot 10″ uncut Brazilian.”

“But, my main guy during college was a hot bright blue eyed, redheaded man, Luther, a 6′ 4″ stud with a thick, uncut 9″. He was a true mama’s boy, very gentle with me. Our Freshman year, we were biology lab partners and I’d suck him off in the bathroom at the lab. Sophomore year, we were lab partners in Chemistry.”

“I lived in a house off campus and he was a member of the Xxxx Xxxx fraternity, with a private room. I spent many hours in his room with him lovingly fucking my throat and ass. He hooked me up with some of the hotter brothers, but always was there to make sure they were respectful. I was inducted into the fraternity as an honorary brother for “all my good work with the brothers.”

Andrew said, “I’m picturing that in my mind and I’m getting very horny again.” Next thing I knew I was sitting on his cock on my bed with his big hands on my hips bobbing me up and down groaning loudly while Karl aggressively fucked my throat grunted louder.

Then, they switched. Then, with my head back on the bed, they pour condom semen in my mouth, the 2 hot Polish studs fucked it down into my belly and throbbing out 2 more huge loads to chase it.

They stayed the night in my bed, spooning, (we slept like babies). I was in between Karl and Andrew who slept on their sides while I slept on my back. In the middle of the night I woke up to find both their cocks hard. I jerked one off and caught his semen in my hand and swallowed it, then the other.

I told them in the morning and Karl said, “Hey, no fair! We’re supposed to shoot our Polish semen up your ass and down your throat. Guess we have to make up for that now!” They did the old, “One on laying on the bed with his cock up my ass while the other stood and fucked my throat.”

After we finished our morning sex fest, we showered together, me sucking both their cocks, dressed went to a local restaurant for brunch (they’d parked nearby). On the way, I asked them, “What do you hot studs do for a living?” Karl replied, “We’re fire fighters with the Nutley Fire Department. Good union men. Why?” “Just curious. I’m not surprised as you are clearly very good with long hoses!”

“I know two pairs of hot, hung, blond Polish twins who are Police Officers.”

Andrew said, “Oh, the married Kowalski and Kaminski twins?”

“Yes.”

“Have they been over to your apartment?”

“Yes, and they did what you just did to me but harder!”

“Did you like them more than us?”

“No, I really prefer redheads and really only need two Polish studs with 10″ uncut cocks as I only have one throat and one ass!” I answered as I squeezed their asses.

They laughed. Karl said, “A very hot throat and ass indeed that we are definitely going to use again, many times!” Karl asked, “And, our dear cock slave, what do you do for a living?”

I answered, “I am a Management Consultant for a large technology consulting firm. I usually work at the client’s site from Monday to Thursday.

Andrew asked, “What cities have you worked in?” I said, ” Sao Paolo, Chicago, Atlanta, San Francisco, Toronto and New York.”

Karl asked, “Which cities provided you with the biggest uncut cocks down your hot throat and up your tight ass?”

I answered, “Toronto, Atlanta, Chicago and Sao Paolo.”

Andrew asked, “What is the biggest cock you’ve ever had up your ass and/or down your throat?”

“12 uncut inches. A hot Sudanese man batman escort I met in London. He took me to his hotel room and fucked my ass, fed me the semen from his condom, then fucked that down my throat in front a mirror so I would watch his huge black python go all the way in and out of my throat. He visited New York with his twin brother and the spit roasted me. That’s 24 inches of black, uncut cock pounding both ends of me.”

Karl said, “I would have loved, LOVE to watch that guy fuck your ass and throat!”

Andrew asked, “What was the hottest cock you sucked, other than ours, of course (with a big, hot, toothy Polish grin on his face and squeezing his cock which was hard down his thigh)?”

“A hot guy who lived in Hell’s Kitchen, NYC. When we got up to his apartment, he told me, “I am going to sit on the edge of the bed and hold your head while you suck and stroke my cock, skin back my foreskin, lick the precum off my cock head.”

“Then I’ll push your face all the way down on my cock, hold it there and pump your throat up and down, massaging my thick cock with your tight throat and then shoot my hot semen into your belly. Believe me, you’ll know when I’m about to feed you my huge load because my cock will pulsate in your tight throat.”

I sucked him two times and he shot big as his cock pulsated wildly in my throat. I have videos that I can show you when we get to Raymond’s.”

I showed them the videos and they looked at each other and Karl said, “Andrew, we are so lucky to have such a gifted, hungry cock sucker and ass slave!” We ate huge lunches given all the “exercise” we had the night before and that morning.

Karl commented, “You have a big appetite for someone who just swallowed so much hot Polish semen!”

I answered, “Well, you both gave me a good workout, but a man can’t live by semen alone!” They both smiled big toothy Polish smiles and slapped me on my shoulders. We exchanged numbers and we hooked up at my apartment several times for truly hot sessions, each time trying something new every time.

A month after that lunch, Andrew texted me that they needed my throat and ass, had 5-day loads and had an 11″ uncut Irish buddy who was similarly needy.

They came over with a truly hot black haired, piercing blue eyed Irish stud with a body like theirs, but with more chest hair, a beautiful, 11-inch uncut cock, nice balls and tight bubble butt named Liam. He, Andrew and Karl took turns fucking my throat and ass aggressively almost as if they were competing.

He was just as hot and aggressive as Liam O’Sullivan. I asked Liam, “What is your last name?”

Liam answered, “Kelly.”

I asked, “As in the New York Kelly’s?

“Yes, why?”

“Do you know Michael Kelly, who worked on Wall Street?”

“Yes, he’s my cousin, why?”

I answered, “I probably sucked his cock 40 times.”

Liam answered, “Hmmm. I know him very well. He’s very ‘particular.’ I can see now why he let you service his big cock! Like most hot, short men, he was very driven and, I imagine, aggressive.”

I asked, “Yes, he was very aggressive, but very caring and gentle in a way. For Christmas, he let his cousins and brothers fuck my throat, but only if they did it the way I like. Do you know Patrick and Liam O’Sullivan?”

He asked, “The hot redhead twins from Hell’s Kitchen? Yes, and I know their husbands, Piotr and Duke. Why?”

“I was also their cock sucker and ass slave — Patrick, Liam, Piotr and Duke. I actually introduced Piotr and Liam.”

“Did you know that the Kelly family married into the O’Sullivan family?”

“Yes, I sucked off and got fucked by Patrick, Liam and 4 of those hot cousins, too, all 10 uncut inches!”

Liam asked, “Ah! So, you’re the famous cock slave Mike? Everything I’ve heard about you has been validated tonight! When was the last time you saw Patrick, Duke, Piotr and Liam?”

I answered, “About 20 years ago after they were married, and I spent the entire night giving them their wedding presents, if you know what I mean (wink, wink)!”

Liam, rolling his beautiful blue eyes and raising one of his dark eyebrows said, “Guess it’s a small world among hot, hung uncut Irish, Brazilian and Polish men and their cock sucker and ass slave!”

Before they left, Karl asked if I had gotten enough semen down my throat.

I answered, “No, can never have too much!” Karl pushed me to my knees, and they all opened their pants and flies. They pulled out their cocks, stroked them hard and throat fucked me hard by the door to my apartment and came on my face.

Liam wiped all their hot semen into my mouth and looking down at me with his laser-like blue eyes, fucked it down my throat, grunting loudly as he throbbed out another hot load to chase it.

They all three kissed me, with Karl French kissing me, then getting on his knees and sucking my cock. He kissed me again and spit my semen in my mouth and said, with a big, beautiful smile on his handsome Polish face, “Now, is that enough semen for you, our beloved cock sucker ass slave? If not, I’m sure we’ll see you soon.” We all get together once a week.

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The Blue Dress Pt. 01

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‘I know you’ll be landing soon. I won’t be there. Find a Tapp Car and take it to 987 Hastings. When you get there, text me.’

What the hell? He promised he’d meet me. Typical he’d switch up the plans. Jackass, I thought. I knew this would fucking happen. I debated my next move; should I just get a hotel and spend a weekend in Vancouver and do fun things?

Carry on to the Island and meet up with my friends out there?

‘I know you’re thinking of bailing on me; I won’t force you to stay.’

Not an ‘I’d like you to stay.’ Games. I always felt like he was playing games with me. I took a deep breath and collected my small suitcase from the carousel. I pulled it behind me and thought what a waste; I’d packed along all the things he’d asked (and a few more) and even added a few things I thought he might like to see me in.

I thought as I walked; how much would I take of this? Two redirects, I decided; and this was one. As the Tapp Car drove off, I looked at my phone as it buzzed.

‘Good girl.’

What the hell? I looked out the back window and saw a man standing on the curb waving at the cab. My phone buzzed again.

‘I’m glad you played along. I wasn’t sure you would.’

It buzzed again…

‘I’ll meet you at the next destination. Be careful, its kind of a rough area. I won’t be too far behind the cab.’

I dropped the phone on the seat beside me. He better be worth it, I thought to myself.

***

I got out of the car and stood in front of what could only be described as a dank hole in the wall coffee shop? The ride here was 45 minutes, cost me $60 and I couldn’t even consider going inside to get a coffee and have a pee.

“Hey, gotta any spare change?” a man in a long coat with an overgrown beard asked me.

I smiled and was about to dig in my pocket for a loonie when I saw the sign on the door of the coffee shop ‘If you’re asked for money, bring them inside and buy a coffee. Please don’t give money; it helps no one.’.

“Would you like to go in and get a coffee?” I asked, noticing he smelled terrible.

“Fuck off, cunt.” He flipped me the middle finger and stalked off.

“Hey baby, $20 to suck my cock?” a voice spoke from behind me. I spun around ready to slap whomever it was and met the man I’d come to see.

“Jesus, Duncan. Don’t do that!” I drew my breath in sharply, giving him a look.

He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back and pulled me close to him, “I do what I like, slut. Understood? I brought you here to please me and seeing you squirm and jump pleases me.” His lip twitched, our mouths only inches apart.

“Come, my car’s not far.” He released my arm and stalked off ahead of me, leaving me to wheel my suitcase and manage my carry-on. He glanced over his shoulder, “You’re really quite inept, aren’t you?” he smiled, walked back and took both pieces from me, leaving me with my wallet. “Keep up, bitch.” He called cheerfully over his shoulder, “I’ve got plans for you and you’re already late.”

He opened my door and waited for me to get in before closing it. He placed my things in the trunk and got in the car.

“You’re very pretty, Lara. I’m very glad to meet you.” He looked at me, “I am glad you came to see me.” He grinned as he leaned toward me, “my name is actually James.” He sat back and started the car.

As we drove, he pointed out the odd site and was sure to tell me who he did what too and where. I smiled, unimpressed with his bravado but amused with his ability to speak of his conquests with such ease.

His home was nice; not huge but the outside was tidy and the yard was beautiful. The front lawns were well manicured. I looked at his hands; he was well kept. His fingers were slender and just the right length. His nails short ardahan escort and shaped and his skin looked smooth. I reached out my hand and touched the back of his right hand as he shifted down as we pulled into the driveway.

He looked at me sideways, “Can I help you?”

I withdrew my hand and folded them in my lap and smiled at him.

He pulled into his garage and he turned the car off and locked the doors.

“Now, Lara, I’ve brought you here to be a play thing. I realized we only have a few days and I’d like to show you so very much but remember, good things come to good girls who are patient. Now… You’ve spoken often about your talents, perhaps, while we are in my car, I should take you for a test drive.” He cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. He looked down at his lap and tilted the steering wheel up. “Show me.”

I’d known from our online chats, he wanted to see me. He also knew how I disliked being naked but I obediently pulled my shirt off and unclasped my bra. I place my hands behind my head.

“Oh, very good girl, Lara. Very good.” He reached over and took me by the hair with his right hand. He pulled my face close to his. He touched my cheek with his left and let his thumb wander across my lip. I closed my eyes, appreciating the moment.

Slap!

He slapped me. My eyes and I yelped slightly, taken off guard. He pulled my mouth to his and he kissed me.

I pulled back. “Woah, soldier.” I smiled, “no kissing, remember?”

“Uh uh, I make the rules.” He pulled me in.

I pushed against him, “No. James. I said no kissing.”

He let go of me. “Get out, get your bags and go in the house.”

“But..” I started. Fuck. I knew that was going to be a problem for him.

He looked at me, “Who owns you, Lara?”

“You do.” I replied.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“No, but you know that.” I replied.

“But I make the rules. My rule is I kiss you. I know its not your thing, but it’s important to me.” He pouted, “Please?”

I tilted my head, “As you command, my Lord.”

“There’s my girl.” He leaned in and placed his lips gently on mine and kissed me softly. I felt his hand take firm hold of my dark caramel kissed hair. He yanked my head back, away from his mouth, “You’re mine, slut. I love how you taste…” he covered my mouth with his and his tongue touched my lips.

I disliked kissing but, in this context, I suddenly felt vulnerable and so close to him. It was incredibly intimate and considering the depth of our relationship, well, it was unexpected. I was not his bratty sub or his introduce you to Mom sub… I was his plaything, his bitch, his slut, his piece of property to use and do with what he wanted. Not the girl he kissed in the garage before he took me inside his home.

“mmm… You taste like cherries, I love that, Lara.” He murmured softly to me. “I’m going to like using you. A lot.” He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I took it in mine and sucked it softly. His eyes opened and our eyes met. I continued to suck it softly, letting him slip it out but quickly drawing it back in my mouth, our eyes locked.

His bright kind eyes changed slowly and I could see the sadist I wanted coming out to play. The longer I sucked his tongue, the more I saw the man I needed appear. As I relaxed my hold on him, his hand tightened against the base of my skull and I knew what was coming next.

He yarded my head back hard. It hurt but I remained silent. He dove into my neck and bit me, again with enough pressure to hurt but in such a way that I felt parts of me waking up. He bit down harder and I moaned, involuntarily. “Do you know what’s coming?” he hissed in my ear.

I nodded slightly and felt him pull away, he flashed artvin escort me a smile and looked at his crotch. I reached across and undid his pants and exposed him. He was firming up before my eyes and in my hand. In one move, he pulled me up and forced me down onto his cock. My head bumped the steering wheel, I felt him tense slightly, but when I didn’t react, he pushed me down. I enveloped him immediately; he fit perfectly in my mouth. I scrambled my back side up and twisted so my knees were on the seat.

I felt the back of my skirt being pulled up, “Well, well, well.. Aren’t you a girl of your word? Just like I asked, stockings and garter belt with no panties. Absolutely perfect!” and he slapped my ass and grabbed it.

I took him into my mouth with ease. His cock was hard and thick. I loved how he filled my mouth and when I slid him out of my mouth, the vein on the side pulsed. His cock slipped out of my mouth and I took the head of his cock into my lips and held tight. My tongue, although not pierced, rubbed the sensitive bit on the underside of his cock, making him twitch. I felt his hands grip my hair and he drove his dick deep in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, choking me.

Yanking my head back, I had no time to swallow before he forced me back down. Three more repetitions and I was gasping for air and drooling profusely as I had no control. He yanked me all the way up and I slobbered down the front of my sweater.

“Whore, you look beautiful. Go inside, removed your sweater and shoes and kneel by the fireplace. I’ll bring your bags in.”

I scooted back into my seat as he unlocked the doors. I got out and went in through the door to his house. I slipped off my shoes and set them on the ‘Welcome’ mat that sat by the back door. The garage opened onto the kitchen and it was beautiful! Granite counters, glass tile backsplash and beautiful cupboards. It was nice, not pretentious and very much a chef’s kitchen. I wondered if he was much of a cook?

I wandered through and saw it opened onto a gorgeous great room that had panel windows that overlooked a pool and another manicured lawn. To the right was a fireplace, it had been redone as the face was not the standard brick I expected. I assumed it was tile but figured it didn’t matter much especially when I noticed the anchor bolts. I laughed; they were somewhat disguised but to someone who knew why one would have them, they were obvious. I slipped off my sweater and carefully folded it and placed in on the arm of the couch. Squatting down, I got on my knees on the area rug beside the fireplace and laid my hands in my lap. I rotated my head, stretching my neck, still from the odd position in the car.

“Good girl.” He wheeled my suitcase into the room. He tilted his head, “you look good there. You’d look better naked.”

I got back up and slipped my skirt over my hips, folded it and added it to my sweater and took my top off and laid it down as well. Looking at him, he knew I wasn’t very comfortable with being naked.

“Your bra too, then you’re fine. For now.”

I took it off, tossed it on the pile, drew a shallow breath and got back into position.

He walked to me and touched my cheek, “such a pretty girl. I’m going to like breaking you.” He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. “Please me, slut. Once I’ve cum in your mouth, I want you to open your hole and allow it to slither down your chest. I’ve laid out towels in the guest suite bath upstairs. Wait two hours, text me a picture, then shower. Get ready after that; no panties, your plug and that pretty blue dress you told me of. I’m taking you out when I get back.”

“Oh those eyes, Lara. Keep them open and looking at me while I…” his voice trailed aydın escort off as he entered my mouth. I heard Nine Inch Nails ‘Closer’ start playing in my head as he met and locked my gaze.

He was kind at first, allowing my lips to moisten and timed it to the imaginary beat in my head. In and out.. Out and in.. And then.. His hand grabbed my hair, “Don’t break my eye contact. Understood?” With his other hand, he slapped my mouth, which caused me to clamp down on his cock.

“Don’t do that again.” Was all he said.

I started to suck him and I could tell he was enjoying it as I felt him grow in my mouth. I took him in deep and slipped it all the way out of my mouth and focused on the head. As I sucked him back in, I licked the underside of the head of his cock and tweaked the vein with my teeth. He responded with a moan and his eyes bore through me. I blinked for a second too long and he slapped me. Eyes open, I went back to pleasing him, careful to not break his gaze.

His hand tightened in my hair and he pushed his way in deeper. He held me there and took my mouth, relentlessly and with devotion. I lost sight of his eyes but I knew he was watching. I could feel my own heat growing and he pulled me onto his cock and forced my head to stay there. One moment, two… He wriggled himself at the back of my throat and held my head fast. I loved the feeling but I couldn’t breathe. I put my hands on his thighs and pushed back, trying to indicate it was too much; too long. He held me in place. I let a muffled cry out and pushed in earnest against him. I felt light headed and my head spun. Finally he released me.

I gasped for air as he held my head at the end of his cock.

“Mmmm. I like that look of panic on your face, Lara. Did you like that?” he asked.

I did. I loved it.

“Your eyes tell me everything.” He smiled and I obediently took him back in my mouth. I sucked him quickly, wanting to taste him fully.

He again forced himself to the back of my throat, “take it, bitch. Take it all.” He snarled at me and held me there, tightly. Again, several moments as he let me up just enough to drive himself back without allowing me air. I started fighting against him, thrashing, shifting off my knees.

He pushed me off him and I slipped onto my bum. “Get off my rug, on the hard floor and on your knees, now.” He growled. “Mouth open.”

I obeyed, I was aroused, wet and wanted to please him. Oh, I wanted to please him so very much. I popped back onto my knees and opened my mouth, wide, ready to receive.

He came to me and plundered into my mouth and immediately began to choke me with his cock, again. He held me and released me so I could suck hard and take him deep. “Look at me.” He whispered.

I looked up and met his gaze.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth, no swallowing you greedy whore. Its to run back out of your mouth and I want to see it slither down your chest and wet your panties…” he groaned out the last of his words as I pumped my mouth on him. I wanted his gifts; I needed him to cum in me.

He grew stiff, his body rigid and he pulled himself halfway out of my mouth and he grabbed my lower jaw and forced my mouth open. I felt the hot spurt spilling from him and heating my mouth. He dug his fingers into my cheeks, keeping my mouth forced open as the last of his seed pooled on my tongue. He took himself out of my mouth, still holding my mouth open.

“Such a good, pretty girl, slut. I’m so glad you’ve come to me. Now… I want you to stay like this, mouth open until the clock chimes five. Then you are to take a picture of my dried seed all over you. Then I will release you and you may go shower. Your bags will be in the guest room at the top of the stairs on the left. I will be back at 6 to collect you.” He let go and turned from me.

He turned back and touched my hair, “such a pretty slut.” He leaned over and kissed the top of my head. He grabbed his keys and phone and left, leaving me sitting on my knees, on the hardwood floors.

For two hours? What had I gotten myself into?

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My first experience with sex was just after I hit 21. As all the girls gathered for our last get-together of the summer of 1978, we all made the unredeemable promises that we’d always be in touch and that we’d never forget each other. Oh well, we all know how that turned out, don’t we? It’s just one of those things that we always tell our friends, but somehow never manage to keep, no matter how good the intentions.

Eva and I were best friends since the second grade. We did everything together. We had our childhood sleepovers, we went to Grandpa Ned’s to swim, eat in the summer and ice-skate in the winter. We had our girl talk, and we were the first to tell each other when we noticed our breasts were beginning to get bigger. We even told each other when we started getting hair between our legs.

At about 8:00 that Friday evening, we were the last two left in our ‘secret hideout’ and we didn’t really want to leave. We were still having fun, laughing at all the remarks that had been made earlier in the evening and remembering the faces of the other girls as we all told tales that made us laugh even harder. By the time the others had left our sides were all sore from all the laughter.

Eva and I looked at each other and laughed.

“I’ll never forget that time Tammi and Jake got caught in Grandpa Ned’s pool without their swimsuits on!”

“I know what you mean,” I answered. “I’ve never seen so much red on two people’s faces in my life. You’ll never convince me that they weren’t up to something in that pool!”

“Me, either!”

For a few minutes we just sat there, the silence getting heavy between us.

For me it was the physical attraction I’d always felt for Eva, and I thought she had the same attraction for me as well. Guess I was wrong on that one.

We both got up to leave, the silence still there, and grabbed each other to give a hug as we prepared to leave. Well, before we both realized what was happening, I was kissing her and she was returning the kiss!

We pushed each other back and stared at each other.

“Where did that come from?” Eva asked me.

All I could do was stand there. Silent in embarrassment.

“Well,” I started, “I’ve always wanted to do that, and I guess it just ‘felt right’ to do it now.”

I thought Eva would be mad at me, but to my surprise, she gave me another hug and kissed me again!

As we broke off the kiss, but continued the hug, she said, “I’ve felt attracted to you for a long time, Chris. I’ve wanted to do this for the past two years, but was afraid of what you’d do or how you’d react.”

Now it was my turn to push her back and look into her very blue eyes.

“But I’ve felt the same way about you!”

“Really!”

“Really!” I answered.

We both sat back down on the hardwood floor and began to talk to each other, seriously talk that is. Not that common ‘girl-talk’ that you usually associate with kids, but an almost grown-up talk that I think we’d both been putting off for too long.

Before we realized it, it was dark outside and the quiet was almost absolute, with the lone exception being the noise of the crickets in the grass just outside our hideout. After all, there wasn’t anyone around for at least 2 miles and with it being just the two of us, and after our serious conversation of the past 2 hours, things were bound to happen.

Right?

Anyway, we soon found ourselves laying on hastily spread out quilts we’d arranged on the floor.

Eva was removing her clothing, and I was in the process of removing mine as well. In a few minutes she was sitting there in just her bra and panties and I joined her a few minutes later.

“Boy, I wish my titties were as big as yours, Eva.”

“Believe me, kiddo, you don’t want them this big.”

“Why?”

“Because they can be a real pain in the ass, that’s why. You’ve no idea what the boys think of a girl with titties like this,” and she lifted them up with her hands as if to point out just how big they were.

“Everyone automatically thinks that with jugs like these that you’re older, more experienced and wanting to jump in bed with any boy who asks to fuck you!

“The trouble is that they bother the hell outta ya, too. Do you realize that I can’t sleep at night unless I have my bra on? I can only sleep on either my back or on one of my sides. When I was younger, and less endowed, I could sleep on my stomach, and I really enjoyed that. Just laying there, with my hands and arms under my pillow. It felt so comfortable and now I miss it.”

“Well, have you?” I asked.

“Have I what?”

“Fucked any of the boys yet?”

“No! And I don’t intend to, either. I’m just not into boys. I find myself attracted to other women.

“Like you.”

“ME!!!”

“Hell, yes! YOU!! I’ve wanted to get into your panties for the past two years, but never knew how to get close enough to you to say anything. Then, when I did, I’d be afraid of hurting our friendship and I didn’t want to do that. We’ve known ankara escort each other for too long.”

“Well, you should’ve asked me.”

“Why?”

“Because I would’ve said yes!”

“Really?”

“Yes, I would’ve.”

Eva reached behind her and unclasped her bra, allowing her ample bossum to fall free of their restrictive cups. I’d never seen a pair so big. What really stood out were the large nipples. They were already hard and seemed to stick out from her boobs at least a half inch.

Then, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her chest, and I just naturally began to knead them with my fingers. Being as small as I am, I’ve never had the pleasure to hold so much amazingly pliant flesh in my own hands.

I mean, my breasts are still growing and, compared to Eva, I’m flat-chested!!! My nipples are like hers though, they get hard at the drop of a hat and stick out as much as hers do. I just hate it when I get cold and my nipples stick out so much. Embarrasses the hell outta me to no end.

I leaned forward slightly and took one of her nipples into my mouth and began to swirl my tongue around that hardened bud.

Eva began to moan with delight, and I started to groan myself.

I’ve fantasized about holding her nipples in my mouth for some time, and now it was finally happening and I could hardly believe it.

Eva and I were going to make love to each other!!!!

My dreams were coming true and I was going to enjoy it as much as I could and a I know that I’d never forget it, either.

In the meantime, I felt Eva as she reached behind me and removed my sports bra, releasing the fabric from my body. With nothing to hold it up, the bra quickly slipped into my lap and she began to twist my nipples with each hand. They were already hard and her manipulation made me feel good. It felt nice to finally feel her hands on my body and I could hardly wait to feel her mouth and tongue on my nipples. I had a mini-orgasm just thinking about it.

We laid there on that wooden floor and began to feel each others bodies.

Eva was only about 2 inches taller than I was and when we laid together that day it felt as though we were the same in height, not to mention the passion that flowed between us.

I felt her hands and they massaged my titties and then roamed down my body to the crease between my legs. I slowly imitated her and we were soon doing the same things to each other, at the same time. I let her lead and was only happy to follow. I guess I figured that if Eva knew what she was doing, then I could do the same thing to her and she’d not complain. Hey! I know I wasn’t complaining one bit!

Before I knew it she had two fingers inside me, plunging deeper and deeper into my wetness with one, while the other gently flicked at my tingling clitoris.

I was doing the same thing to her, as well. But, as she continued to stroke me inside, I concentrated on her nipples and nibbling them with my mouth, gently biting them and licking around her large titties as well. I guess that since I didn’t really have any titties hers kinda piqued my curiosity and I wanted to find out if they were as sensitive as they appeared to be.

By her constant moaning I was guessing that they were.

I guess the other thing that really turned me on to her was that she didn’t have any hair around her pussy. She was completely smooth down there and I made a mental note to ask her about it once we were finished.

“Lay on your back, Chris.”

“Why?” I asked her.

“Because I want to do something to you that I think you’ll love.”

Without any more questions I did as she asked me and laid on my back.

She crawled between my legs, with her head still over my small titties, and began to lick my nipples again. Only this time she didn’t just work on my nipples.

Now she started to move down on my body, licking the whole time, stopping at my belly button and licking deep in that small hole for a few minutes. Then she started spreading my legs a little at a time, until I was fully open and exposed to her gaze.

“You have a nice pussy, Chris.” She told me.

“And you know what?”

“What?”

“You look good enough to eat, my dear.”

Did she mean what I thought she meant? Was she really going to put her mouth on me down there? I could lay back and watch and she resumed her journey down my body, as I began to tremble in anticipation of that first contact.

I didn’t have to wait long, either.

In only a few minutes I felt her hands on my pussy lips, as she pulled them apart and looked inside me. She slipped one of her fingers into me, using one on her other hand to gently massage the outer lips at the same time.

Then she flicked a finger over my still hard clit and I thought I was going to explode inside! It felt good. And even though she’d already had her fingers inside of me, I couldn’t help but climax just the same. I guess it was something to do with the stimulation antalya escort of both hands this time, but I know I was in heaven and nothing mattered except that she continue what she was doing.

I raised up my head just in time to see her lower her mouth to my gaping hole and I watched as she extended her tongue and took that first lap of my juices that freely flowed from inside and ran down the crack of my ass.

Then her still, hot, tongue made first contact with my clit!!! Now I know I was in heaven! Never in my life had anything felt so good on me.

I used to masturbate a lot, and let me tell you something, no matter what I used nothing felt as soft, or as hot, as Eva’s tongue that day!! I think I had one of the biggest orgasms in my young life.

Then she began to push that talented tongue deeper into me and I could feel every lick as she made contact with my insides, continuing to lick on my clit occasionally as well.

After about two or three minutes of that oral manipulation of my pussy, she plastered her mouth over my hole and started to suck my juices from me. She’d drive her tongue into me, swirl it around my inner lips, draw those lips into her mouth and suck on them for a little while, but the whole time I steadily feed her my quickly flowing juices. I never knew I could cum so many times, and never knew that I had so much to give, either.

Then she started moving her body around and in a few minutes her legs were spread on either side of my head and right there in front of my eyes was Eva’s pussy, also dripping an abundance of juices. And those juices fell right on my face and into my mouth, giving me the first taste of another woman.

I reached up and pulled her hairless lips apart, much as she’d done to me earlier, and then moved up and made contact with her clitoris with my tongue.

From her moaning and gyrating around on top of me, I knew that I’d done the right thing.

I planted my mouth over her hole, spread my hands over her ass and pulled her closer, and the proceeded to do to her just what she was doing to me. I licked and sucked and licked some more. I sucked her clit into my mouth and held it there while flicking the tip of my tongue over its head. I was getting a mouth full of her cum, as she was getting from me at the same time.

I think we stayed that way for about 30 or 40 minutes, never wanting to let the other one go. We were just enjoying each other too much to quit.

But, in a little while, we both became too sensitive to continue and we broke apart and laid there on the floor, slowly recovering from those multiple orgasms we’d had.

I knew I felt exhausted and I felt pretty sure that Eva did, too.

After a few minutes of laying there I raised up on my elbow and faced my best friend.

“Eva, that was just the best thing to happen to me since I don’t know when!”

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Chris. I know I did as well. And, to tell you the truth, I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to happen. I’ve wanted to do that to you for so long and I knew that if we ever did get the chance that it would be something to remember.”

“You’ve got that part right! I don’t think I was ever going to stop cumming!”

“Hey, you’ve got a talented tongue there, kiddo, and you shouldn’t waste it. I don’t know if your preference is men or women, but believe me, you’d make some woman a wonderful lover.”

Now I was really embarrassed.

“Why so red-faced?” she asked me.

“Well, you see, it’s like this….”

“My God!!! You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”

Now I was really embarrassed.

“Yes,” was all I could manage to say.

“Well, well. Seems I’ve bagged my first cherry,” she laughed.

“Yes, this is my first sexual experience and I enjoyed it very much. Now, all I have to do is get used to what just happened.”

“Don’t let it embarrassed you, Chris. I was the same way the first time it happened to me. I like to think of it as one of the most enlightening experiences in my life.”

“Are you a lesbian?” I asked her.

“I like to consider myself Bi,” she told me.

“Meaning what?”

“That I like both men and women, but my preference is women.”

“So tell me, what’s it like with a man?”

“Believe me, Chris, when it finally happens to you, you’ll know the difference and it’s not something that I can easily put into words. All I can say is give it a chance. You might like it, and then again, you might not. Everyone has a choice of which way you want to go. While I do enjoy a hard cock in me on occasion, to me there’s nothing like making love to a woman. You’ll see for yourself one of these days.”

We just talked for about an hour or more and just when we were getting ready to get dressed and go home, I thought of the question I had earlier wanted to ask her.

“Why do you shave yourself down there,” I pointed.

Eva laughed at that one, but she did answer me.

“Personally I gaziantep escort prefer the feel of nothing down there. I had a girlfriend suggest it to me, as she always kept herself hair free down there, too. She even recommended a very good depilatory for me to use and I’ve gotten so used to it that I’ve just kept it all off. I find that my lovers, both men and women, love the soft feel of my lips down there, without any hair to get in the way. Believe me, I prefer it much more when I make love to a man, too. Much less irritation down there.”

She gave me a tube of the stuff, since she carried it in her purse all the time and suggested that I give it a try, too. I promised her that I would and then we gave each other a hug and a quick kiss and left our secret place, heading to our respective homes.

It was about two days later that I asked another one of my friends if she’d seen Eva lately, when I got the shock of my life.

“Didn’t you know?” she asked me.

“Know what?”

“Eva was hit by a hit-and-run driver last night. She didn’t make it.”

Talk about being hit with a sledgehammer!!!

I’d spent the last two days with my grandparents, down state, and had just gotten home late last night. My parents apparently didn’t know, either, or they’d have told me at breakfast this morning. I guess it hit me harder than I thought, as the next thing I remember is staring up at the doctor’s face in the emergency room.

“You’ll be ok, young lady. You just passed out and cracked your head on the sidewalk.” He turned to my mama, who was standing beside the bed, “She’ll be fine. Just a slight concussion from the smack with the concrete, but just to be on the safe side, keep her at home today and don’t let her doze off. Concussions can be crazy and anything could happen, so make sure she’s alert and keep a close eye on her. By tomorrow she should be much better and should be able to go to school with no problems at all.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” mama told him.

After that the rest of the week was one big blur, as the viewing went by and then the funeral. It was a closed casket and I was happy for that. I didn’t want to have to remember my best friend, and first-time lover, laying in that cold steel case. I went to her parents and gave them my condolences and her mother kissed me on the cheek, while her father gave me a big hug.

That was the last time I saw Eva’s family.

Chapter 2

Today’s my 26th birthday.

Technically, I’m still a virgin, too!

I’ve not had any kind of sexual relationship since that day, when I was 21, that I learned that my best friend, Eva, had been killed by a hit-and-run driver. I have no idea if the driver was ever found and prosecuted. Frankly, I never gave it another thought, either. I just wanted to get away from that town and start over again.

As luck would have it, my father was transferred to another town about 2 hours away and we moved there so that he wouldn’t have such a long commute to work. The city was nice and I soon made new friends and began to date.

Image my surprise though when I was at the mall one day and ran into none other than Grandpa Ned!

* * * *

I met Grandpa Ned for the first time when I was only 12 or maybe 13.

He’s an older black man (well, at least to me back then he was older.) and all the kids in the neighborhood called him Grandpa Ned. Just so you’ll understand that there’s no relation between us. I guess if I had to put an age on him, I’d have to say he was at least in his late 50’s.

I had heard from my parents that his wife had died about the time I was 2 and that he’d never remarried. He preferred to spend his time with the neighborhood kids, whether they were white or black. On plenty of times the parents of the area used him as a babysitter for us and we always had a good time there.

There were times he’d show us old movies that he had on reels and had to wind them through this old machine and we’d all laugh and have a blast. I don’t think our parents could’ve found anyone any better to watch over us all. I know for a fact that the kids all enjoyed themselves and there was never a complaint.

Grandpa Ned’s used to be a local gathering place for the kids when I was 12 and every weekend we’d have a huge pool party in the summer and then cookouts and he even had his pool open in the winter and we used it as an ice skating rink. When you live in northern Michigan the winters can be very cold.

Now, just to set the record straight, Grandpa Ned never did anything to the kids. He wasn’t like that and besides, most of the kids I hung out with would’ve reported him to their parents if he’d tried anything.

When I was growing up we were taught about child molesters and what to look for and believe me, every one of my friends got that same education and we were always on the alert for anything unusual from strangers. Heck, we even watched our friends parents, but we never let on that we did.

You had to be careful during those days, hell, you gotta be careful these days, too!

Any way, while we were always alert, that doesn’t mean that nothing happened.

As kids we sorta messed around with each other, but it never got very far. Hell, we were scared to death of what our fathers might do if they found out what we were up to.

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Friday was a favorite day for me. Kris and I only had classes until noon. With mom and dad both at work, it left the better part of the afternoon for ourselves, though most often Kris spent hers with the girls on her squad.

We hadn’t had time to really discuss what had happened between us, though to some extent I couldn’t help wonder if Kris was having second thoughts about it too. She hadn’t exactly been avoiding me, but neither one of us had made a point of finding time to talk about it either.

We’d met briefly in the kitchen on our way to school, mom and dad upstairs getting dressed themselves, giving us the only real private time we’d had up until then. I stood waiting for my toast to pop up out of the toaster when Kris came into the kitchen pouring herself a glass of orange juice. I waited expectantly for her to say something first.

“Michelle’s coming over after school,” she informed me taking a drink of her juice. “We’re going to be looking at tapes of South High’s cheerleading squad,” she continued. “They’re our biggest competition for the championships this year. So we want to get an idea of some of the routines they’ll be doing to get an idea as to how we can better prepare ourselves in competing against them in the finals.”

Having told me that, she’d let me know she and Michelle would be needing to use the den, which effectively shut down my hope of coming home and playing a few video games after school.

“And I suppose that means you’d also like me to stay out of the way,” I added grabbing my toast as I began to put butter on it. I had obviously turned away from her in order to do that, looking down at the counter as she spoke.

“It might be better if you weren’t even here when she comes over,” Kris went on, causing me to look up at her, none too happy about being asked to do that for one thing, though confused as I saw the smile on Kris’s face as she stood there.

“Great, so where am I supposed to go?” I responded irritatedly.

“I didn’t say you had to go anywhere,” she explained without really doing so. “I just said don’t be here when we do, or…if you are, don’t let her know that you are here then.” Kris said cryptically. She saw the puzzled expression on my face, smiling even more broadly towards me. “Unless you want to spoil everything,” she tossed out.

“Ok, I’m not following any of this,” I told her. “What do you mean, spoil everything?”

Kris sighed in exasperation. “Remember, I told you that once in a while the four of us have gotten together?” She stated without adding the rest of it. Suddenly this was getting interesting as I lifted my eyebrows waiting expectantly for more.

“Yeah?”

“Well just so you know, Michelle is gay, always has been.”

“Michelle’s a lesbian?” I stated in surprised wonder. “She sure as hell doesn’t look like one!” I then added.

“Oh? And just how’s a lesbian supposed to look?” Kris retorted back at me. “They’re not all Butch Dykes you know!”

“That’s not what I meant,” I said a bit sheepishly. “It’s just that she’s really good looking, which you all are,” I then added as I saw a brief somewhat hurt look cross her face. “I just never would have guessed that is all, but that still doesn’t answer my question either. What’s that got to do with my not being here when she comes over?”

Once again Kris shook her head as though I should have some sort of insight and understanding as to where all this was going.

“Because Michelle has never been with me alone before,” Kris now added. “And I think she’s attracted to me,” she further explained. “And am not saying that anything will, or won’t happen when she comes over, but it certainly won’t, if she knows you’re here!”

I knew my eyes were as big around as saucers upon hearing that. Already my mind trying to imagine things for one, as well as the logistics of it, which presented an immediate problem. If in fact they were to be in the den, it had no door on it for one thing, so there was no real way of spying on them without a great deal of risk in being discovered trying to peek around the wall at them.

“Little good that does me,” I then told her. “Even if anything does happen, there’s no way for me to see it without getting caught!”

Kris finished her juice standing at the sink rinsing out her glass. “Well, that’s your problem to figure out,” she told me. “But if you, or your cars here when we get here, then nothing will anyway. And like I said, not saying it will either, just saying…it might.” With that, Kris grabbed her books off the table and headed out the door, leaving me to stand there and ponder the situation. As I heard Kris start up her car backing out of the driveway, it came to me. I smiled, it would require a bit of effort on my part, but I was pretty sure I had found a way.

**

There was a small play park at the end of the street. Parking my car there, I then ran on foot back to the house, letting myself in through the backdoor, locking it again afterwards. adana escort Glancing at my watch, I knew I didn’t have a whole lot of time. I ran downstairs to the den and then crossed the room over towards the storage closet that was located on one side of it. There were four folding doors with slats in them that allowed the air to circulate, and kept any mold from growing inside the storage closet. Several boxes prevented me from having any sort of a decent vantage point, so I quickly stacked them a little better on top of one another, eventually hallowing out myself a place to sit in. I had already grabbed a folding chair, as I had no intention of just standing there the entire time either. Closing the doors again, I sat down, ensuring I had a reasonable view of the den, which I was delighted to see that I had. The couch sat off to the left, the TV in front of that, though at my angle, I wouldn’t be able to see much of it. But that wasn’t what I was hoping to see in the first place. I considered just sitting there the way that I was, but already feeling the excitement, realizing as I did how very uncomfortable that particular situation could quickly become. I slipped off my jeans along with my briefs and now sat bare-assed in my chair just as I heard the sounds of someone coming in through the backdoor upstairs. Even with muffled voices speaking I could tell it was Kris, and no doubt Michelle as well. Excited, hoping the sound of my beating heart wouldn’t be heard through the doors, I waited for them to come down the stairs, which they soon did. I almost laughed as Kris walked in looking about, and then told Michelle to put in the tape into the player while she went to check on something. She soon left the room, heading upstairs, and I was fairly sure she was headed towards my room to see if I was hanging out quietly up there. She returned moments later wearing an almost disappointed expression on her face.

“Everything ok?” Michelle asked anxiously.

“Oh…ah, yeah. Everything’s just fine,” Kris said still sounding perplexed. “Just wanted to make sure no one was here,” she told Michelle.

I heard Michelle giggle at that. They were wearing their cheerleading outfits, bright red with a big S over their breasts, short pleated skirts with a white trim running around the bottom of the hem with matching blood red panties on beneath. I had to admit, seeing the two of them wearing their uniforms was damn fucking hot, and so where they obviously as Michelle was the one to make a rather interesting suggestion.

“Will we be able to hear it if somebody does come home?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, easy…why?” Kris asked, though the tone of her voice told me she was somewhat excited by the question.

“Well if you don’t mind, these uniforms are rather warm, I wouldn’t mind slipping out of mine and just sitting here in my undies while we watch the video. How about you?”

Kris agreed, which made me happy, and I sat there in the darkness of the storage closet trying to keep my breathing as normal as possible, not to mention keeping myself from fidgeting too much in case I might be heard. But it brought a major smile to my face to see both Michelle as well as Kris suddenly slip out of their uniforms. They both kept their matching outer panties on however, along with their bras, but it was nice seeing the two of them just sitting there like that as Kris turned up the sound on the video, and they sat down to watch their competitions cheerleading performances.

I had begun to wonder if this was going to be as nearly exciting as I’d initially imagined it. My cock, which had been rock hard at seeing them, strip down to their underwear, was now as flaccid as normal. So far, all they’d done was sit there on the couch together watching the TV. Though I noticed Kris had looked back over the couch towards the door several times.

“You sure we’ll hear it if anyone comes home?” Michelle asked once again.

“Oh yeah, positive,” Kris answered. “I locked the back door for one, and it tends to stick, so not only will we hear that, but it makes a rather loud sound when it opens too. And we’d have plenty of time to get to my room, should anyone come home. But like I told you, mom and dad are at work and won’t be home until well after six, and Robbie’s at the mall with his friends seeing a movie.”

For all Kris knew, I very well might be doing just that. It was obvious she’d been looking around for me, but I’d even parked my car around the corner and not just on the street someplace, which I’m sure she had looked for when they’d arrived.

“Cool, you care if I take this off then?” Michelle asked already reaching behind to undo her bra. “My tits are getting sweaty, and I hate that,” she added.

“Not at all…go for it, sometimes mine do too,” Kris then said, watching as I was, as Michelle undid the clasp, letting her white lacy bra slither down her arms before removing it. Of all the girls on the squad, Michelle had the largest adıyaman escort breasts of them all. In addition to that, as they now fully appeared, I was treated to seeing two very prominent, very dark, and very large areolas that capped each one. To me, it was like seeing two nice fluffy pancakes sitting on top of each of her breasts with a nice-sized strawberry sitting in the middle of them. Even from where I was sitting, I could see that Michelle’s nipples were hard and stiff. Like Kris, Michelle wore her dark hair long as well, though not in a ponytail as Kris usually wore hers, just free as it hung enticingly down, one section of it playing peek-a-boob with her breast.

“They’re pretty good,” Kris observed a moment later turning her attention back to the TV. I was somewhat disappointed when she hadn’t likewise removed her bra the way that Michelle had, and wondered for a moment, if Michelle hadn’t been disappointed by that too.

“Especially that blonde in the middle. That’s Sharon Johnson,” Michelle offered. “She’s gay too,” she said smiling. “Though I’ve never had the pleasure of eating her yet.”

“Did you say eating? Or meeting her?” Kris tossed back honestly not sure to which one she’d actually said.

Michelle laughed, “Definitely eating her, though I’d sure as hell like to,” she added still giggling. She then looked directly towards Kris. “You ever thought about that?” she pointedly stated. “I mean, we’ve all sat around watching one another finger-fuck ourselves, and if you remember the last time the four of us were together, that Susan actually fingered me a little, and I her.”

“I remember,” Kris said as I actually saw her face blushing. “And that was pretty hot seeing you two doing that, but no…I never have done anything more than that with another woman, no.”

“Frankly, I’m surprised you and Kathy didn’t do something, the two of you were sitting side by side, and watching Susan and I playing with one another that time, I thought surely you two might.”

“Not that I wouldn’t have, or didn’t want to. I would have, but I’ve known Kathy longer than I’ve known any of you, and trust me…the fact she was even willing to do that much was a surprise. She’s about as straight as anyone you’d ever want to meet. So even touching another woman would have been out of the question for her. The fact she even did what she did was amazing enough.”

It was then that I saw Michelle had allowed her hand to drop down between her legs. She wasn’t exactly being obvious about it, but even from where I sat, I could see she was still rubbing herself through the material of her bright red “goldies” as they called them. I wasn’t too terribly surprised to find my own cock once again begin to stiffen while I sat there watching her do that either.

“You have nice boobs too,” Michelle then offered, complimenting Kris on hers, though she continued to sit there still wearing her bra.

“Thanks, so do you,” Kris said finally looking more directly at them, though once again she had taken a quick peek over the couch towards the door before doing so. I actually smiled upon seeing her do that. It was obvious she was still half expecting me to appear out of nowhere. Little did she know.

“I actually wish mine weren’t nearly as big as they are,” Michelle said cupping them in her hands now, looking down at herself. “Especially my nipples, they’re a lot bigger and darker than most girls I’ve ever seen. I’d rather have tits like yours in fact,” she then added as I watched Kris smile at the compliment.

“That’s funny, I’ve often wished mine were a tiny bit bigger than they are,” she confided.

“Oh no, you don’t want that, trust me. Your size is perfect, they’re very pretty. And not every guy that passes you looks at your chest first before your eyes like they do with me. At least the women look at your eyes first, and then your tits,” she grinned, laughing as she said it. I watched as she looked at Kris, and then down at her tits. “And speaking of…would you mind?”

Silly as this might sound, I sat there holding my breath along with my cock. And even though I’d enjoyed seeing Michelle’s tits as they sat there completely revealed, I found my excitement level rise over finally seeing Kris’s boobs once again. Without saying a word, she nodded her head, smiled, and reached back around herself undoing the clasp of her bra. It came away in her hands, and she casually dropped it onto the floor beside her. Now they both sat facing one another, admiring one another’s breasts.

“Oh yeah, yours really are beautiful!” Michelle stated appreciatively, and then without really asking, reached over, cupping one in her hand, hefting it as though judging its weight and softness. “God, I really do love your tits Kris, they feel so soft, yet so firm in comparison to mine. See? I think mine don’t feel nearly as nice as yours do.”

Michelle had actually picked up my sister’s hand putting it on one of her breasts, afyon escort which Kris now sat fondling at the same time that Michelle continued on doing to one of hers. “Oh fuck that feels good, sometimes I swear I could cum just by having my nipples played with they’re so sensitive,” she admitted.

“Yeah, mine too,” Kris moaned pleasurably as she continued to finger the taut hard nipple on Michelle’s breast. “Sometimes, when I’m masturbating, I do that for a lot longer period of time even before I finally touch myself. Just something about having my boobs played with, even if I do it myself, that sends all these nice, hot, naughty electrical charges down to my clit like there’s a direct wire linking them together or something.”

I sat, stroking my cock watching and listening to all this. The head of my prick so swollen I thought it was going to burst. The silky lubrication oozing out of my dick in thick rivulets of liquid pleasure that I began using to further stimulate myself with, rubbing it around the head and then up and down my shaft in slow fingering strokes.

“Are they doing that now?” Michelle asked, still lightly toying with one of Kris’s nipples, pulling on it a little away from her breast.

“Oh yeah…especially when you do that,” Kris moaned closing her eyes, and then doing the exact same thing to Michelle’s tit. “I…really like that,” she purred.

I now watched as Michelle lowered her free hand, allowing the tip of a finger to press firmly against the material still covering Kris’s pussy, though it was evident when she did, that Kris could feel it, her moan suddenly intensifying though she once again opened her eyes. “Would you like it if I fingered you?” Michelle asked hopefully, “The way that Susan and I did it the last time?”

“Fuck, yes!” Kris mewled softly, lustfully, which caused Michelle to stand suddenly as she then quickly pulled down her goldies, along with the tiny brief matching white thong she’d been wearing. Without a word, Kris stood as well, now doing the same, and for a moment giving me a tantalizing view of the two of them standing there together entirely nude. I expected them to sit again, but they surprised me, moving close to stand there together instead. They kissed, and as they did so, I nearly lost it just watching them do that. It seemed so sensual, so erotic watching my own sister and her friend standing there with their lips pressed together, hands down between one another’s legs, likewise fingering each other as they stood there doing so.

It was all I could do to keep from cumming myself, I’d had to completely let go of my prick, to even touch it at all at the moment was to invite disaster, at least the disaster of allowing myself a too soon release, though I then realized I hadn’t thought far enough ahead to have brought anything with me either. A drawer full of clean fresh cum-hankies, and not a one had I brought! I didn’t even have a “just in case” rubber in my wallet I could have used either like so many of the other guys did. The telltale circle of having one forever embedded within the leather, though rather than seeing that as some sign of manhood or prowess, I laughed having vowed never to do that myself. To me, all that said was, “I want it…but I’m not getting it either.”

Michelle slowly began to slither down Kris’s body, her finger still working her now very slick cunt however, though it had forced Kris to quit fingering hers. I held my breath, still unwilling to tempt fate with my cock, remaining untouched as she soon gathered one of my sister’s nipples in between her lips and softly began sucking it. Kris put her hands on the top of Michelle’s head, keeping them there, holding on for support as her knees obviously weakened. Michelle soon switched sides, paying homage to Kris’s neglected breast, and then began making her way down even further, lingering briefly near her naval as I watched Michelle’s tongue dart out, gently fucking it.

To my surprise, as Michelle made it obvious as to where she was now headed, Kris gently held her shoulders, moaning the words, “No…I can’t not yet…” she said almost pleadingly. Michelle stood, once again kissing her, though only quickly.

“Why not? I promise, you’ll enjoy it if you let me,” she said wantonly.

Kris laughed. “Oh, I have NO doubt that I would!” she grinned wickedly. “But no one ever has done that to me.”

“No one? Not ever? Not even your boyfriend?”

I winced at that, yet at the same time surprised by Kris’s unexpected revelation. “No…no one. And no offense Michelle, as much as I’d like to feel that, and knowing you’d no doubt drive me insane if I were to let you, I want to experience that with someone I really care about first, so…I hope you understand.”

“I do,” Michelle said softly, only then stepping back, breaking the intimate contact they’d been sharing. “As much as I’d love to take your clit cherry, I really do understand that,” Michelle told her. “And you might be surprised to know, even though I’m gay, and prefer being with women Kris, I do on occasion enjoy a nice hard cock inside me too. So you see? I really do understand, perhaps a lot more than you might realize. And I hope that won’t change anything between us. Whenever you are ready, if you are…I’d love doing that for you.”

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“Good puppy.” my Master declares as he completes my bounds to the high-backed chair that I am sitting on, in my own marital dining room.

Naked, and wearing his red collar, I look deep into his beautiful eyes and obediently reply “Thank you Sir Jay.” as he now stands in front of me, fully clothed, admiring his bondage skills. My heart pounds inside my chest with pure excitement, not knowing what lies ahead for today’s task, but I know and trust my Master to understand that it will be delicious and deviant. Just the way I like it.

I pretend to struggle in my bonds, testing to see how tight they are, and feel a lovely tingle in my soft wet folds as I soon realise they are extremely effective. Not so tight that I am in pain, but not loose enough for me to move more than a few centimetres. I am in heaven.

So there I am, stripped, collared, bound and helpless with my Master looking powerfully over me, his pet puppy. I name myself ‘His pet puppy’ during certain weeks of the year when my monthly friends visit me and restrict my sexual experiences. I’ve always thought the string dangling from my wetness looked like a small tail, therefore I am nothing more than a puppy, a toy for His pleasure alone. And…I love it! I know my place on this earth is to please Him, and no one else, not even my hubby. I am Sir Jays pet. He owns my body and mind. Completely.

He looks down between my splayed thighs, glances at the string, ağrı escort and smirks “Poor puppy. No orgasms for you this week, but it will not be me who is refusing you the release. Blame Mother Nature this week.” He then starts to undress in front of my eyes, and as I look over his toned authoritative figure, he adds “Maybe one day I can leave you untied in this position to control yourself through discipline? Maybe! But not today my pet, as I believe the treat I have for you will be too much for you to handle whilst unbound.”

With that said, my eyes bulge with delight in anticipation of what was going to happen. My Master is naked in front of me, his cock is thick and throbbing. The twitching mimics the internal tingles that I am experiencing myself between my bound thighs, and I wished he would take me there and then. But this was not on today’s agenda.

As I watch him sit on my dining room table, the place where only a few hours ago I shared this mornings breakfast with my hubby, my mouth starts to water at the site in front of me. One metre away is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Not too long, but thick and powerful like my Master, it pulses and seeps a little pre-cum out of the tip. Licking my lips I hope he would make me suck him dry, or even stand in front of me and fuck my mouth like the wanton pet and sex toy that I am.

But no. I saw his lustful gaze move to the aksaray escort door behind me as I hear it open. My heart panics.

“Who could that be?” I gasp into myself.

“Fear not my pet, I promised you that I would not harm your marriage” Sir Jay reassures me.

I gasp in jealous horror as I see Liz, my sister in law, walk past my bound body, to kneel between me and my Master with her arms folded behind her back. “You are not my only pet, Wet Orchid. I trust you know my favourite pet Liz? She is a thirsty little pet.”

I struggle to gather my thoughts, but I reply “Yes Sir Jay, I know your favourite pet well because she is my hubby’s sister.”

At that, Liz moves her head slowly forward, opens her mouth slightly and kisses the glistening head of my Masters cock. “Master if it pleases you,” Liz quietly asks, “may I suck the cum out of your wonderful cock please?”.

My jaw drops with astonishment, as my Master has never granted me the joy of such actions, but I watch in awe as he nods and opens his thighs wider to ease her access to his twitching rod.

With hungry slurps, Liz gives my Master a noisy sucking, and by the sounds of his groaning he is enjoying every second of her oral pleasuring. The tingle between my thighs now turns into a river of excitement, as I watch my sister in law take him fully in her mouth. Sucking harder and faster, her head bobs backwards amasya escort and forwards rapidly to please Sir Jay.

Eventually his groans grow louder, and she bobs faster in anticipation. His body tenses, and then judders in orgasmic ecstasy as she milks every drop of his precious cum into her slurping mouth with her arms still folded behind her back.

“Good girl” he sighs with pleasure. “Now you see why she is my favourite pet, don’t you Wet Orchid?” he teases me. After a few seconds of watching him spasm in orgasmic ripples, Liz pulls her head back, letting his slightly deflated cock drop from her cum-filled mouth and, with arms still folded obediently behind her, stands up to face Sir Jay.

“You have done well my pets” he says to us both. “Now, Wet Orchid, would you like Liz to kiss you and feed you my hot sticky cum?” he asks.

“Yes please Master. I know am worthy of your cum. Please!” I grovel in my binds.

“Maybe one day she will feed you so deliciously, but not today. You will have to earn such rewards.” declares my Master. He then hands Liz a soup spoon, and tells her to rub it against her own wetness, then to spit a small amount of his cum on to the spoon, and feed his second favourite pet with it.

“Thank you Master” I declare in loving obedience as Liz dips the spoon down between her trembling thighs, and scoops her own juices onto the silver spoon. She then raises the cream coated metal to her glistening mouth and lets a glob of the white goo drop onto the spoon.

“Open wide” Master instructs me as she moves the spoon towards my face.

“Mmmmm, Thank You Sir Jay.” I delightfully murmur as the delicious juices attack my taste buds.

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Hello all: Thanks for your interest in my stories. Like all the others I’ve written it’s a outlet for my vivid imagination. This one is a continuation of my story “Word of Mouth is the Best Advertising.” While it’s not essential you read it first, I think you’d benefit from the context it would give you.

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As I drove home from Heather and Paul’s home, I couldn’t help but recount the events of the evening. Personally, I thought I performed admirably and the well-fucked, exhausted look on Heather’s face as I kissed her goodbye told me I had delivered as promised. Couple that with the smile and nod from Paul as I left the house and I was pretty damn proud of myself. The one thing that was niggling in the back of my mind, though, was concern that I had pushed either (or both of them) too far.

Wrong — Dead Wrong — on both accounts.

I was definitely hoping for a return invitation. Though not my usual type of fun, I had to admit to myself that being that dominant — being “the man” and having a couple so willing to be submissive — no, check that — so craving to be submissive was a huge turn on. Despite dumping two prodigious (if I do say so myself) loads into Heather, when I got home and into bed, I was still so amped up from the evening I ended up painting my belly and chest with another load before I could get relaxed enough to sleep.

I sent a text to both of them the next day thanking them for the great evening. I didn’t hear from Paul at all and the reply I got from Heather was pretty subdued, although she qualified it by saying that she walked into a hornet’s nest at work and was going to be very busy the entire day and that she would reach out when she had more time.

A couple of days later, I received a text from Heather asking if I would be available to talk that evening. I replied back with a time and she told me that they would call then. I didn’t know at that point if it was going to be a “that was fun, but we’re good” call or a “let’s do that again” call, so I found myself to be pretty nervous waiting for them to reach out.

At precisely the time we agreed upon, my phone burst forth with the beginnings of “Chelsea Dagger” from the Fratellis. I’m a huge Chicago Blackhawks fan and that is their goal celebration song. It always made me smile and I hoped that the call would as well.

“Good evening,” I started, “this is Jim.”

“Oh, umm…ah..hello Sir. I hope we aren’t disturbing you.”

I took the fact that he was calling me “Sir” as a good sign, so, I replied, “No, Pauly, I was expecting your call. I’m pleased that you called right when you said you would.”

His voice perked up, “Oh, thank you, sir, I’m glad we’ve pleased you. You are on speaker with both Heather and myself.” And with that, I heard Heather’s voice, “Hello Sir, Heather here.”

Now this was different — Heather calling me Sir. I wasn’t going to question it. I just decided to see where it was going to lead. I also decided that I would be best served if I maintained my Dom role with them. While I would normally ask if they enjoyed themselves when we were together, I decided that Alpha’s wouldn’t have really cared if they did so I left the question unasked.

Instead, I said, “Hello Heather, what’s the purpose of your call this evening?”

Paul answered, “Well, Sir, we were wondering if there’s any chance that you might be willing to come back to our home for a return visit.”

I could already feel my cock swelling in my pants, and I wanted to say, “Oh hell yeah, I’ll come back!” but I had to remember my role, so I had to make them uncomfortable for a bit to continue my dominance over them.

I replied, “Hmmm…perhaps. I have to say though, the fact that it’s taken you so long to reach out to me makes me wonder if you are really worth my time. Or, more importantly, if your commitment to our arrangement is really there. I’m not interested in people that play games with me.”

Heather piped up, sounding almost panicked, “Oh, no Sir, we are definitely committed to our arrangement. It was my fault that it took so long to reach out. I had some work issues that had me working until very late the last couple of nights and we didn’t want to disturb you.”

This was, of course, perfectly reasonable, but I couldn’t let on. “Well, I’ll forgive it this time, but if this happens again, don’t bother calling me back.”

“It won’t — you have our word,” Paul replied.

“Fair enough.”

Very hesitantly, Paul then said, “Um…ahhh…..we were wondering if you we could also talk to you about your next visit, about, um…..how you could….ummmm….make it better for us?”

I was about to give him a blast, when Heather frantically interjected, “Please, please Sir, don’t think we were unhappy with your last visit. We were thrilled. It’s just that we were talking and kind of hoped you might consider a request from us.”

I kürt porno had to be careful here. If I said “Sure, I’ll do whatever you want” it gave them control — which is exactly what they didn’t want, but if I said, “How dare you ask me something like that” it ran the risk of alienating them and having them stop our arrangement.

So, I pushed for something in between and said, “Well, you are being incredibly presumptuous thinking what you want is of any importance to me, but, I’ll grant you this. If what you want suits my needs, then you’ll get your wish. What is it you want?”

I got a one-word answer from Paul, “More.”

I shot back, “What the hell does THAT mean?”

Heather again injected very quickly, “What Paul is trying to say is that we loved every second of your visit. Since you left, we’ve talked almost non-stop about it and we both realized that the only thing that could make it better is for you to be more dominant and more selfish and more forceful with both of us. We so enjoyed submitting to you, but now we don’t want you to hold back at all — with either of us. We want everything you can give us — outside of our original boundaries we don’t want you to hold anything back. We hope that’s not too much to ask.”

If they had any idea of how hard my cock was at that point, they would have had their answer. However, I had to stay in my role.

“Ok, but as my mom always said, “Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it!” So, let’s make it this Saturday evening then.”

“Um, we do have some plans for that evening.”

“Um, yeah, you do, with me! Either that or we’re done!” I had no idea if they were plans that could be broken, but I had to be the Alpha. I heard Heather whisper, “We can see that movie anytime! We’ve been given a date — it’s our job to make it happen!”

“Saturday is fine, Sir. Can we say our house around 7?”

“No, we’ll say the restaurant at the Marriott by Vaughan Mills at 6. Make us a reservation and book us a room — preferably a suite. If I’m going to give you what you want, I’m going to need a good meal and lots of room to work. See you at 6 on Saturday. Oh…and Pauly, my little friend…make sure you are properly attired — you know what I mean!”

Paul was just about to reply, I believe, in the affirmative, but I didn’t give him the opportunity — I ended the call. This was so out of character for me, but I had to admit, I was starting to enjoy this whole thing! However, this type of encounter demanded more of me, so in order to up my game, I did something I had never done before.

I visited my doctor and got a prescription for Viagra.

I had never had problems “rising to the occasion” before, but I had to admit to myself, that at my age, the “risings” were getting spaced further apart and for what I had planned, I was going to need to be at full mast for a longer time.

The day before our visit, I took the first of the pills to test it out and holy shit did it work! I was hard or feeling that I could be for hours. Just what I needed for our night of debauchery.

So, properly attired and properly medicated, precisely at 6 pm on a fine, warm spring evening I found myself walking into the restaurant of the hotel. I saw the two of them immediately, sitting in a booth at the back of the restaurant. Paul was dressed casually in jeans and a golf shirt, Heather had on a very spring-like dress that came to just above her knee — I wondered if this was done on purpose for our dinner. After they rose to greet me, without hesitation, Paul slid into the booth opposite of Heather and me. I slid in beside Heather and immediately put my hand on the inside of her leg. Not groping her, but letting her know what was to come.

“Damn, Pauly, your wife’s got the smoothest skin on the inside of her thigh!”

“Oh..ahh, yes Sir, she definitely does!”

We took a few minutes to peruse the menus and after placing our orders, I looked over at Paul and said, “So little man, I’m assuming you have your cage on?”

“Yes, I do, as you required, Sir”

“Good boy…tell me, do you also have the key?

“Yes, sir, I do. I have it on my key ring.”

“Excellent…please take it off the ring.” As Paul fumbled for with his keys, I turned to look at Heather and at the same time, I slid my hand up her leg, under her dress to find some very damp panties.

“Oh, my dear Heather, we won’t be needing these will we?”

Heather lowered her head demurely and said, “No, I suppose we won’t.”

Just as Paul was finishing removing the key from his chain, I reached into my pocket and produced an anklet that I handed to Heather. “Well, my dear, I suggest you put the key on this anklet and put it on and get rid of those panties.

She replied enthusiastically, “Oh, Yes Sir” and looked at me expecting me to move so she could go to the washroom.

“Um, no…I think we can dispense of the panties here. I’m sure you can manage it without too qiqitv.info much trouble. And if you put your leg up on the bench across from you, I bet Paul would be happy to put the anklet on your leg. I took it from and handed it to Paul and he threaded the key onto the fine chain.

Heather’s face turned crimson, but she smiled weakly and started shifting and moving and eventually managed to slide off her thong and immediately handed them to me. And then, extending her leg onto the bench, Paul dutifully snapped the anklet onto her leg.

I held her very damp panties up to my nose and inhaled. “Fuck, Pauly, does she get this wet for you?”

“Um…not usually Sir.”

“Hehe…doesn’t surprise me.”

Our food soon arrived and as we ate, I made a point of sliding my hand up under Heather’s dress to stroke her pussy now that it was free from its lacy confines. I found her very wet and in quick order had her hips involuntarily thrusting into my fingers as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. Paul was looking at her quizzically when I said quietly to her, “Why don’t you tell him what’s going on?”

Heather looked at her husband and replied quietly, “All through dinner he has been fingering my pussy and stroking my clit. I want to cum so badly, so, so badly.”

I looked around the room and saw no-one was paying us any attention so I pulled my fingers out of her dripping snatch and offered them to her. She took them into her mouth like it was the only thing keeping her alive and licked them clean. I looked over at Paul, smirked and chuckled, “I am going to fuck your wife so hard tonight.”

He simply gulped, looked down and said, “Yes, Sir, I know that.”

As dinner ended the server approached our table and said, “Are you guests of the hotel? Would you like me to just charge the meal to your room?”

Paul looked at me and with some semblance of pride said, “Yes, we’re staying this evening, I’ll take care of the check!” After he signed, I looked over to him and said, “Thank you little man, that’s kind of you. Now it’s time I repaid your kindness by taking you two up to the room and fucking your beautiful wife silly! Sound good, Heather?”

Her reply, husky with lust was a simple, “Ohhhhh fuck yes, please!”

I stood up and extended my hand to Heather. She looked momentarily puzzled, but catching up, took my hand and fell in beside me. Paul looked even more puzzled, so I spelled it out to him. “I want you to walk behind us, head down looking at that key on the anklet around your wife’s ankle and don’t say anything. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir, understood.”

We must have looked quite the site walking through the restaurant, then the lobby. Anyone paying attention would know exactly what was going on and I was hoping someone would notice. Not so much for myself, but more for the two of them. They, especially Paul, wanted to be humbled and put in his place. This public humiliation was all part of what he was looking for and while a pretty large part of me was feeling bad that I was responsible for it, I knew that it was what he wanted — what they wanted. I wasn’t about to judge it — whatever blows your skirt up I always say!

As we were passing the check-in desk a thought occurred to me. I pivoted and pulled Heather toward the counter and when the girl acknowledged me, I said, “How late is your room service open?” When she replied 11 PM I said, “That’s perfect, I’m about to work off the beautiful meal this couple just treated me to and by 11 I’m sure I’ll need something to fill me back up!” She shot me a knowing smile and we then continued on to the elevators. I could almost feel the heat of Paul’s blush of humiliation as we walked away from the desk.

Once the elevator doors closed and Paul had inserted his card to take us to the Executive Floor (Nice touch Pauly!) I immediately bent my head and fiercely kissed Heather. In her aroused state she immediately returned the kiss with as much passion as I was giving her and she moaned into my mouth when I unceremoniously reached under her dress to cup her naked pussy, which, by this time had leaked so much her legs were damp with her desire. Poor little Paul watched helplessly as his wife and I had a tongue-wrestling match until the elevator reached the proper floor. Not wanting to cause any embarrassment, I released Heather from my kiss as the doors opened, took her hand and exited the car past a couple who were waiting for it. They smiled amusedly as Paul followed submissively behind us. As we got to the room, I stood aside as Paul used his key card to give us access and he then stood aside as Heather and I entered first with him following behind. Heather looked at me with barely bridled lust, anticipating my next move, but I surprised her a bit by saying that I needed to use the washroom. What I was really doing was giving them a little test — Paul in particular. I walked through the room — it was a suite really and a very nice one. A sitting area with a separate bedroom that latin porno could be closed off by sliding doors. The bedroom had a king-size bed, a large picture window and a small balcony — all of this was perfect. I entered the washroom, relieved myself, washed up and went back into the room to see the two of them standing there, looking at me expectantly.

I sighed heavily, and said, “Pauly, you pathetic little fuck, how fucking short of a memory do you have?”

He looked at me puzzled and said, “I’m ahh…I’m terribly sorry sir, I don’t understand.”

“Well, it’s been what, two weeks since our first get together? You don’t remember my instructions for whenever we are together?”

A flash of realization came across is face and with that face reddening, he started to peel off his clothes until, in short order he was standing there, naked, save for the chastity cage entombing his cock. His almost hairless body, while pretty fit, looked boyish and small. His demeanor was one of being defeated, submissive, but I also sensed if the cage wasn’t around his cock, he’d be ragingly stiff — he was getting exactly what he wanted!

“Well now, that’s better — I’m sure you are more comfortable now aren’t you, little man!”

“Yes, Sir, it’s how I should be whenever you are in our presence.”

“Good boy, now be a good cuckold and do the same for your wife and I so we can get this party started! Oh, and by the way? That little transgression of yours is going to be costly — not sure exactly what yet, but you’ll pay for not remembering my instructions.”

Paul gulped, hesitantly approached Heather and started to undress her. I looked in her beautiful eyes and they were on fire. As Paul obediently continued his work, I said to Heather, “You know, my beautiful slut, if you thought last time was intense, get ready, because I have some very dark plans for the two of you between now and breakfast tomorrow morning.”

I saw a flicker of apprehension flash across her face. But she regained her equilibrium quite quickly and said, “Both Paul and I are here for your pleasure, Sir.” As she was finishing her sentence, Paul had completed undoing her dress and it fell, pooled around her ankles. He then bent to remove her shoes and she stepped of out them, leaving only her bra and her anklet. Paul looked up at me, motioned to the anklet and hesitantly said, “Um…Sir? Should I remove this as well?”

I chuckled, “Fuck no little man! That thing is going to stay on permanently as long as you two amuse me enough to keep me coming around. Now get that bra off of her — I need to see those tits that belong to me!”

He fumbled momentarily with the clasp and then, there they were. For a mid-fifties woman, she had a great rack. Hell, for a woman of any age, she had a great rack. Properly sized for her frame with small, pinkish areolas and nipples that were already betraying how turned on she was.

“Beautiful, as always, my little minx! Now, Pauly, please do the same for me.”

His willingness and enthusiasm to undress me was a bit surprising, but as he was working on untying my shoes, I motioned Heather over to me and pulled her in for a deep kiss, which she returned with barely held in-check desire. I reached down and cupped her tits, squeezing her nipples just hard enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to be painful. I also ran my hands over her silken snatch, which was just as velvety smooth as the last time and I complimented her on it. She replied, “I know you like it so I wanted to please you!”

By now, Paul had taken my shirt off and was working on undoing my belt, which being happily affected, then undid the button on my khakis and slid them down my legs, leaving me only in my trunk-style briefs, which easily showed how aroused I was. I sensed some hesitation in Paul so I looked down and said, “Don’t stop now little man, you might as well get used to being up close and personal with my cock, because that’s going to be one of the underlying themes of the goings-on of the evening.” With that, he reached up, grabbed the waistband and peeled them down my strong legs. As he did, my cock flopped out, almost fully hard and grazed his face. As I stepped out of the last of my clothes, I grabbed the back of Paul’s head with one hand and my cock with the other and rubbed the underside of it all over his face.

“Do you smell that little man?” I said fiercely. “Do you feel how strong my cock is? How hard it is for your wife? Do you realize I’m going to possess her and there’s not a god-damned thing you are going to do about it, is there?”

He looked down and the floor and in a low, almost whisper-like voice said, “No Sir, there’s not”

I yelped with glee and walked over and sat down in one of the chairs in the sitting area. The two of them stood there, not sure what to do, so I said, “Well guys, first things first. Let’s just say that school’s in session. Heather, I remember from our first get together that you have some mad skills when it comes to giving head. Right now, I want you to teach that wimpy husband of yours some of those skills, because as this relationship develops, his body and my cock are going to get very well acquainted. So, the two of you come over here and give this cock some lovin’!”

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I’m Tony. Life is good. Life has more variety than I ever dreamt of, because of a special weekend that changed my life for ever. Like all these things it started in a bar! Late on a Tuesday evening. Attached to sports club.

Some guys on the next table boasting — civil servants were the best sportsmen! Okay, they had just won the local five-aside soccer league. Fifth division. Really!?! Eight of them celebrating. Soccer is for wimps — we knew, we guys who worked in the local university research library. We’d just been practising in the cricket nets, ready for a match on the Sunday. There were only seven of us — four had to go home to their wives.

We told them what we thought of “uncivil serpents.” They weren’t that keen on nerds! It was the beginning of a great friendly rivalry. Truth was they were a great bunch of guys, and a great laugh — but the rivalry was serious. After that evening in the bar, we arranged to play them at five-aside — and got beat. They won the beer and bragging rights that evening. But they were no match for us at darts. Or table tennis. They were better at basketball. We won the golf tournament.

It started in our early twenties, and over the next three years we played each other at every conceivable sport and game we could imagine, some of them several times. And always ended up with the losers buying the beer in the bar. We even developed our own facebook page, and developed a surprising amount of followers, including family, friends, colleagues at work…

But we should perhaps have learnt a lesson. Yes, we won the golf, and darts, and table tennis. But they won the soccer, the seven aside rugby, the 10k race around the local park. We won the cricket — just. But they won the basketball and tennis. The signs were all there in the sports they were winning…

Then the big idea — not quite sure who had the big idea. Why not make a weekend of it? Have a great tournament weekend? Someone found a hotel with a sports complex, and access to the local sports centre. We could have a whole weekend of competing at different sports and games, and interlace it all with sun-bathing, laughter and beer. It sounded a great idea, and we all signed up. We convinced wives and girlfriends we would have a serious sporting weekend, we were set!

Typical of civil servants — they made a list and organised the events, timing, and passed it on to us. We read down the list one at a time: soccer, swimming tennis, running… Each had a description of how the competition would work. Then the last one — wrestling. Wrestling? They had put some notes. Each team would select one person to wrestle, and the fight would be to one fall. The sports centre had agreed to set out an area covered with soft mats for the fight. How come I was so stupid: I couldn’t think of an excuse for not doing it! Everyone else had trotted out an excuse! Some of them were pretty weak – “hurt my knee once fighting with my brother;” “I’m a pacifist…;” “My wife’s a pacifist!” “My grandmother was a pacifist!” There were eight of us, and seven apparently perfect excuses…and I couldn’t think of one!

In the end I decided that it was friendly, it was going to be a wrestle, but no-one would get hurt. I conned myself — I had a good wrestle with my girlfriend that night, and subdued her after a struggle — I think it was my crotch hold which did it…and she had a fall, and a submission as my cock plunged into her… it was a knockout.

The weekend was really good fun. We did play all sorts of sports and games. I was buoyant after winning the chess match. And coming suriyeli porno second in the ten kilometre run. And I did a lot of cheering of our other guys. And the beer wasn’t bad in the bar, and the food good. I knew I had to be ready — the wrestling match was the last event on Sunday afternoon. I had a lie in on the Sunday morning — the attraction of watching the volleyball match wasn’t high. I had a light lunch. There was only the wrestling, and suddenly realised my team didn’t have a lot of confidence in me. Anyway — even if I won, we had already lost the weekend. And they didn’t think I was going to win! Not surprised, I suppose — at Sunday lunch I found I was against Tom — Tom Hankinson. Tom was a great guy, friendly, warm. He was also captain of his Rugby club. And I had won the chess. I suppose it wasn’t a surprise most of my team simply found excuses to leave — excuses even more pathetic than the excuses that had landed me wrestling Tom Hankinson. Only Charlie who I got a lift with decided to stay — and he said he’d wait in the bar…

Well, even if there wasn’t a lot of team honour around, I had my honour.

At 3pm I appeared in the sports hall, in just my swimming trunks. Already there, similarly attired, was Tom Hankinson. Truth is, I’m pretty fit, but Tom was a bit taller, a bit more muscular, a bit more tough. Also there, sat on chairs were the rest of his team. Also there was the barman from the hotel, who had foolishly offered the referee at 11.30pm the previous evening.

It was agreed. We’d keep going until there was a fall. We’d all seen WWF wrestling and knew what a fall was! Whenever it looked like one of us needed a rest Dave the barman would call a pause to let us get our breath back. Don’t think he expected to lose a lot of work time on what he expected to be a short fight! He probably hoped he wouldn’t have to get an ambulance for me…

Actually, I did better than some expected. I had watched a lot of WWF wrestling. And when a teenage had done Judo for a few years. And while he looked a muscled hulk, I was a bit more nimble. We began to wrestle. I grabbed his arm and threw him! Then held him down in a headlock. Then grabbed his arm in a wrist lock while he was still on the ground. Then we rolled off the mats, and Dave the barman told us to stop and get back on the mats.

We started again. This time he got me first in a full Nelson. I tried to escape, failed for a few moments, struggled hard, but was beginning to sweat, and breathe heavily — as was Tom. I remembered something I’d seen on utube. I simply slumped to the ground, falling out of the full Nelson. I was free! No… It had a been a bad move — he simple fell on top of me and got one of my legs in a hold. I squirmed, we rolled off the mat again, and Dave the barman broke us up. I was doing better than I thought, than anyone thought, and I was really enjoying it! I think Tom was as well, particularly as it was more of a tussle than he expected.

Tom smiled, then dropped to the ground, grabbing my leg, toppling me over, and twisted the leg. It didn’t particularly hurt, but it was difficult to get out of. Then he grabbed my other leg, and was trying to turn me. I knew he was going for the Boston Crab — serious if you got in one of those…

I struggled and squirmed, kept sliding until he realised it wasn’t going to work yet. He let go, we both sat on the mats trying to catch our breath. Dave the barman declared it was the end of the round!

We continued for a second round, but it was clear Tom was beginning to get qiqitv.info the upper hand. He had me in a body scissors. He tried to hold my shoulders down. He had me in a headlock. Another full Nelson. I wasn’t getting him in anything despite struggling hard. At last Dave the Barman called a break. This time Tom leapt to his feet, while I lay on the ground panting hard. Dave’s mates also seemed to be getting more confident, cheering, applauding, telling him to finish me off.

At last a I got to my feet, and Dave the barman declared round three. It was more of the same. Head lock. Thrown, leg holds on the ground. I wondered why Tom didn’t just finish me off — I was well beaten.

He got me in this hold. I was lying on my back, he was lying on my arm, stretching an arm under my neck to hold my other arm. With his other arm he had grabbed my legs and pulled them up towards my head, grabbing them with his legs. Obviously going for a fall, which he couldn’t get because his own arm was under my shoulders. He couldn’t get the fall, but I was pretty well stuck. It was then I felt it. He had a free hand. He smacked my ass. Once on each cheek. Then he was running his hand around me ass, then pushing his hand on my trunks onto the crack of my ass: his hand was resting on, and pushing against my asshole through the trunks. His mates were cheering. I was stuck, couldn’t move, and felt his hand rubbing, then pushed against my balls. I struggled but there was no escape. His hand moved away for a moment, then I felt his hand going into the waistband of my trunks. He was fingering me. We had got so sweaty that I felt his finger pushing into my sweat lubricated ass, slipping through the ring.

I’d never done anything with a guy, but here I was being assaulted. I heard Tom whispering in my ear: “I’m going to fuck this little mancunt in a bit, because I can feel how much you are enjoying it.”I struggled a bit more to no avail.

At last he released my legs from his legs, and I let my legs fall back to the ground so I was lying on my back, held firmly by Tom. However, as he allowed my legs to fall to the ground he had held on to my trunks, and pulled them down my thighs. As I lay there my trunks were around my knees, showing everything. One one level it was okay — I knew I had seven inches of potential. On another level there were eight guys staring at my cock, some lustfully…

Tom simply held me there and grasped my balls in his free hand and squeezed gently. He was making me hard. I heard him him giggle. “My, sexy little Tony is enjoying this, the kinky little bugger. And buggered you will be, babe…” And all these guys watching, and hearing.

He grabbed my cock and was squeezing. My mind said for a moment that he knew what he was doing, that he was skillful. He was wanking me. He knew how to do it perfectly. Suddenly I felt that his sweaty body was the sexiest thing ever. And as much as I tried to squirm and struggle there was no escape. He was going to make me shoot… And all those guys were watching. Somehow it all made it feel even hotter…

His hand was stroking up and down my cock. He knew what he was doing — he was so good… I was twitching, my balls were clenching. Then. He stopped. His hand was gone.

It was instinctive to cry out. “Please don’t stop, please wank me, please make me cum…” I begged — it was so hot, I so needed it.

“I finish you off if you agree to let me and my mates fuck you.” Tom was enjoying his dominant position. He had started running his fingers gently up and down the front of my cock — it felt travesti porno amazing. I just wanted to cum. Never thought my hormones — lust – could take over so much.

I couldn’t resist. “Yes — please, please make me cum.”

“Beg for it.” Tom was waiting.

I would do anything. “Yes, please, I want you all to fuck me, please fuck me, fuck my asshole, fuck my mouth, please anything if you’ll make me cum.”

Tom grabbed my cock again. He was wanking me. I was moaning in pleasure. He was skilled — he kept me on the edge for what seemed ages as I begged. Suddenly his hand sped up, my balls were aching and squeezing, suddenly I was squirming, and shooting cum all up my front, as the guys there all cheered. It just felt amazing. I didn’t know I could come that much.

At last I felt like I was coming down from the most amazing orgasm ever, but Tom still had me in his grip. With his spare hand he was scooping up my cum and forcing it into my mouth. I’d never done it before. So humiliating in front of all these men. It tasted funny, but okay.

At last Tom seemed finished, and began to let my arms go. “Hand’s and knees babe. Remember what you promised.” I felt several hands helping me, turning me over, pulling me onto all fours.

I was too tired and weak to do anything but obey and let them. And my psyche said I had promised and begged.

It was so tight as Tom knelt behind me and put the tip of his cock to my ass hole. After rubbing it gently for a moment he had grasped my hips and thrust into my ass. I screamed — it was so tight. He waited until I relaxed, then I felt him sliding his cock deeper and deeper in to me, into my stomach. I had never done anything like this. Not had a gay thought. Yet I was being fucked. And it was the most amazing thing ever. Within seconds he was pumping his cum deep into my guts.

Before he withdrew Tom leant forward and whispered in me ear. “You’re the hottest slut I have ever fucked. You are such a sexy whore.” I loved the compliment. “And I think you have had a real fall so I’m the winner. And I’m the winner because I know whenever I need a boy slut I can give you a ring.”

For the next hour, or half hour — I didn’t know – things were a blur. I wasn’t allowed to move. Had to stay on hands and knees. And my asshole was fucked. Over and over. My mouth was fucked, and I loved that, and loved being made to swallow. By the time it had stopped my asshole was sore. Really sore. I felt completely exhausted.

It all felt odd. I was taken to the showers and washed down. I was helped to get dressed, and returned to Charlie in the bar who simply drove me home, though he only knew I had put up a good fight before I got beaten. We chatted — a bit.

Next morning at work I got an E.mail. “Look at the facebook page.” I did. There was a lot of pictures from the weekend. And then a link to a “special folder — the wrestling match” on some cloud storage space. I followed the link. There were a lot of videos. Of me being fucked, and wanked, and begging, and screaming in pleasure. And they had been clever with the video cam — the only face that ever appeared was mine. Videos that everyone who was in the facebook group could see — all 400 members.

Was it a bad thing? Maybe. Certainly changed things with my family — one day I might write about that! But it did show I have a good cock. And lots of women wanted to know if I was really gay. My response — I can show you if you want. And lot were happy for me to show them. Over the coming months I had fucked a dozen single women, and a few married, most of whom were more than happy to return for seconds and thirds and… Sometimes Tom and I got together. Loved that. And sometimes men tried it on thinking I was gay, and if they were nice about it, I would as well… It was the beginning of a pretty wild sex life…

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