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Hope everyone loves this fantasy wedding. This was a story I wrote to a guy through email. He wanted a fantasy wedding. I changed the names on the story.

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Today is the day I become Mrs. John Bassett! I can’t believe it is finally here! I was told he was in the room downstairs getting ready and I have no idea what he has come up with! I know he will love my wedding dress!

Our wedding cakes and flowers are all set up downstairs in the reception room next door to the room where everything is going to be for the wedding! I have no idea how it was decorated cause my bridesmaid Susie would not tell me but I know everything is naughty the way John and I wanted it to be!

John’s best man, Dan is helping him get ready even though I know he is not going to wear much since it is a naughty wedding for us.

A preacher we know that comes to the swinger club is going to perform the wedding. His name is Joey. John knows how I feel about black men but he is very light skin and he is so handsome and all the women want him.

Susie brought in my wedding dress and is low cut and sheer with lace and you can see everything under it! I am going to wear white lacy thongs with a sheer bra on that is attached to the dress but you can not see it! The dress is full length with long sleeves.

I have garters to wear that are blue and the best man and groom will have the privilege of taking them off as my legs which my wedding dress will first stop at my knees for the best man then my groom will raise my dress up to my crotch. Susie put my sheer wedding veil on after she fixed my hair so that it flowed down my back!

She told me to put my shoes on and when I finished getting ready then the music started, to tell me to start leaving the room. So I walked down the stairs and there was Dan’s twin brother, Stan waiting for me so he could walk me down the aisle. I know that all the men in the wedding party was going to be wearing the same thing and when I saw the blue thong with his hard cock coming through then I knew I would fall in love with John’s thongs!

My pussy started getting very moist just thinking about John. Susie went ahead of me in a similar dress like mine but so short that you could see under it easily even though it was lacy and sheer like mine. She had a wrist bouquet just like my larger bouquet and she finally got down to the end where John and Dan was at!

The wedding song we picked out was The Stripper song and I started walking toward John and he was looking at me with such lust and when I looked down and seen his cock was so hard I started drooling with pre-cum and my pussy juices was flowing and I knew that everyone could smell my arousal!

Stan leaned over and said be careful or every man and woman is going to attack you if you do not calm down! topkapı escort I can even smell your arousal! I looked at everyone and all the men and women were playing with themselves and I got even hotter.

I finally got to where John was and Stan handed me over to John. I looked at him and took his hand in mine and looked over at Joey who started reciting the wedding ceremony but could not resist looking at his outfit which was the sheerest thong I have ever seen and it had lace around the edges. His cock was just as hard as everyone else. Joey started saying the wedding ceremony:

We are gathered here today, on this happy and joyous occasion, to join this man and this woman in matrimony. Marriage is a solemn institution to be held in honor by all, it is the cornerstone of the you and your spouse and of all the people you are around. It requires of those who undertake it a complete and unreserved giving of one’s self. It is not to be entered into lightly, as marriage is a sincere and mutual commitment to love one another. This commitment symbolizes the intimate sharing of two lives and still enhances the individuality of each of you.

I, John, affirm my love to you, Cindy as I invite you to share my life. You are the most beautiful, smart, and generous person I have ever known, and I promise always to respect you and love you. With kindness, unselfishness and trust, I will work by your side to create a wonderful life together.

I take you Cindy to be my lawful wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better times with ourselves and with others , for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health for as long as we both shall live.

I stand here seeing you in your wedding attire and it is sexy as all get out on you! I am standing here in front of everyone telling you how sexy you are and I know we will have lots of sexy fun with each other and with others too! I will give you lots of orgasms I will always provide for you with cock whether it is mine or someone elses’ and also provide you with pussy too!

With this ring I wed you and will worship everything we have and will have whether it is with me or with others. I will cherish your pussy with everything I can give you!

I, Cindy, affirm my love to you, John, as I invite you to share my life. You are the most handsomest, smart, truly loved and generous person I have ever known, and I promise always to respect you and love you. With kindness, unselfishness and trust, I will work by your side to create a wonderful life together.

I take you John to be my lawful husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better times with ourselves and with others , for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health for as long as we both shall live. istanbul escort

I stand here seeing you in your wedding attire and it is sexy as all get out on you! I am standing here in front of everyone telling you how sexy you are and I know we will have lots of sexy fun with each other and with others too! Your wedding attire is so hot that I will not be the only ones to share you tonight plus provide you with pussy and share cock also with you.

With this ring I wed you and will worship everything we have and will have whether it is with me or with others. I will cherish your cock with everything I can give you!

John and Cindy, in so much as the two of you have agreed to live together in Matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows, by the authority vested in me I now declare you Husband and Wife. Congratulations, John, you may now declare your love for Cindy by licking her pussy in front of everyone in the room and Cindy you may now declare your love for John by sucking his cock in front of everyone in the room! Everyone now I give you Mr and Mrs John Bassett! Everyone join in the fun to celebrate the joining of their union of marriage!

We both got up and with juices on our faces we walked down the aisle to the reception room!

The Reception

When we walked into where the reception was being held. I started string with a look of surprise. The room was decorated in blue and white lace every where. The cakes were scattered on different tables and John and I walked to each table. The cake on one table had shapes of men and women fucking and giving oral. The next table had a cake shaped into a pussy. Then the cake for John and I to cut was of a cock with a hand wrapped around it.

When everyone was in there and we started cutting the wedding cake and John and I started feeding each other cake and everyone was laughing because we were getting it all over our faces. Then all of a sudden John grabbed a piece of icing and stuck it on his cock and that made the sex wedding party begin! Everyone started getting into every cake and putting it on themselves while others were licking it off of them! Not only were guys licking other guys cocks off but the women were licking women’s pussies too!

Then Joey came over and told us we needed to take pics of the groom and best man taking the wedding garters off of me. So I went and stood by the chair Susie had decorated for that purpose and put my foot up on the chair. Then Dan came over and pulled up my wedding dress and slid the garter off my chin. The threw it over his head at the crowd of men and watched all the men trying to catch it. Never knew who caught it.

Then John came over and pulled my wedding dress up to my crotch and pulled the garter off and threw it sarıyer escort over his head and I watched the crowd of men trying to catch it too. I seen Stan hold his hand up with the garter in his hand.

So while everyone was having fun, I took my wedding dress off and laid it on the table next to where the cake was. Everyone already had their clothes off and had laid them on tables. The men that were in the wedding party were the only ones that did not remove their thongs. But the guests that were men did and so did the women! The panting was so loud.

John looked over at Susie who was sucking the preacher, Joey and I nodded to him and he walked over to her and had her stand up and bent her over a table and rammed home his cock into her pussy! She screamed in ecstasy.

I went to the preacher, Joey and started sucking on his cock and to my surprise I did not get a panic attack from touching him. I had him lay down on his back and I straddled him and rode him cowgirl and when I came and squeezed my pussy against his shaft.

I heard Susie cum and scream out John’s name and that made me cum even harder and I screamed Joey’s name in ecstasy. Dan came walking up to me and before I realized it he had his cock in my ass as Joey was fucking my pussy! OMG that feels so good! My pussy was drowning in juices and I feel like I could drown them too!

A man whom I noticed as Mike came over and with his hard cock in his hand and aimed his cock in Dan’s ass and pushed passed his sphincter. I guess he had been ready to get his ass fucked cause Dan started moaning. So as Dan was fucking me, Dan was getting fucked my Mike. So we had a train going on. When I started cumming again, my pussy was squeezing so tight that Dan said OMG I am cumming and that made Mike shoot his load in Dan’s ass.

As Joey started cumming, I noticed Stan came over to Susie and John and he fucked Susie’s ass and when his cock rammed home into her ass I could see John’s face and you could tell by the look on his face that he was cumming. He pulled out. Then Stan pulled his hard cock out and stuck it in Susie’s mouth And she was sucking till he came in her mouth.

Joey finally came out of me and Dan took his cock out of my ass and stuck it in my mouth and I started licking the head of his cock and all around the head and the I started sucking on the head of his cock and making my mouth feel like my pussy was squeezing his cock! He started face fucking me and he came in my mouth.

John came over to me and started kissing me and tasting the cum in my mouth then he laid me down on the floor and spread my legs and started licking my pussy and clit! He also started sucking on my clit so much that I squirted in his mouth! He was enjoying the cum of another man and also my cum too!

I looked around and noticed everyone was standing around us and watching what John was doing to me and I felt so loved that I am glad I married the right man! I love you my husband and I always will! Thank you for coming into my life and giving me the kind of life and marriage I have always wanted! I am proud to be called Mrs. John Bassett!

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Sorry for the wait for pt. 2, short but sweet.

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As soon as Kevin’s sweet cum was on our faces, Janet and I turned on each other. Kevin groaned as he had to watch us enjoy the satisfaction of his cum on our lips. She licked the cum from my face and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Tasting his cum made me so hard, at the same time Janet was reaching down and stroking my young cock. As our tongues wrestled, I felt her warmth near my cock. Her hands wrapped around my neck as she slammed down on my shaft. I moaned as I felt each inch of my cock slide into her pussy. She groaned as I hit the back of her. I was so hard inside her.

She slid up and down on my cock, my hands caressing her back and ass. Her eyes were closed, her blonde hair swaying back and forth as she rode me. “Your Cock is so big!” Her hand went down my chest, planting in the middle of it. I heard a shuffling behind Janet, and saw Kevin with his complete hard on.

He got on his knees behind her, and before Janet knew, her hair was yanked back. “OWWOWWWOWOW!” Janet yelped with surprise and pleasure. I felt something strange poke against my cock and suddenly knew Kevin was in her ass. His fingers twisted in her şirinevler escort hair as he was bent over her. Both Kevin and I pounded in and out of her at opposing times. Her screams of pleasure filled our ears, we all moaned. I didn’t want to cum, but I reached up and my hand squeezed around Janet’s throat as I pounded into her.

“I-i-i’mmm gonnna CUUMM!!” And right after I finished that all movement stopped. “You are not cumming just yet,” Janet Screamed! Kevin pulled out, and Janet reached down and gripped my cock, not allowing me to cum. “What made you think you’d get off so easy? We still need to have fun! Now that I’m all opened up!” With that she lowered ass onto my cock, spreading her cheeks. It was amazing watching my cock poke into her soft thick tasty ass. Her back rested on my chest as I thrust into her. My hands on her hips, my warm breath on her neck. Kevin looming over us, stroking his cock, as I raised Janet up mine. He then walked up to us, and Janet reached out and pulled his cock to her mouth.

With Kevin’s cock again inches away, I was in awe. I nibbled on Janet’s neck, wanting the cock to be in my mouth. Kevin grabbed the back of Janet’s escort istanbul head and slammed his cock down her throat. I could hear her gagging, but I knew she wanted more and with that I sped up the pace of pounding her ass. She pushed Kevin away, I opened my mouth eager for it, but she guided him to her pussy. Suddenly the air was full of Janet’s moans. Kevin pounded in and out eagerly, while Janet screamed “Yes! FUCK ME! GOOODDD YEESSS!!” Suddenly she was quivering, I held onto her hips, and drilled her ass through her orgasm. Her ass tightening around my cock was amazing, but I wasn’t about to cum just yet, I wanted to, but I had seen the look in Janet’s eyes before. That look of, ‘You’re going to cum when I say so!’

“God Yes!” She finally let out. “That was amazing! You boys can do a number on a girl!” Kevin and I lifted her off me, but she decided she wanted to ride me again. Her juicy perky tits brushed my lips as she climbed on top. As she started bobbing up and down on me, her hands on my shoulders for support, I looked for Kevin and then I felt a tongue lick my balls. Let me just say, having a pussy around my cock was amazing, but the added sensations of a tongue tasting Janet’s ataköy escort juices of my balls was incredible. He pushed Janet forward a little bit, and began to lick up and down my shaft as Janet went up and down. My eyes were closed, the ecstasy was to great.

Then all of a sudden, “Ahhh Yes, Kevin” I felt his cock against mine. Pushing into her pussy, this was a new feeling. His cock against mine turned me on even more, which was a surprise. I could feel all the warmth of our bodies right there, stretching Janet’s walls, her moans of pleasure were silent to me. Just focusing on my cock and his cock, filling her up. I opened my eyes to see Janet staring down at me, and Kevin looking over her shoulder.

“Cum” she said. “I want you both to fill me up!” We quickened our paces, I of course came first. Shooting my hot load into her, hitting the back of her, and exploding past Kevin’s cock. This must have set Kevin off, because he suddenly began to quiver and moaned something into Janet’s ear. Then I felt his cock get much harder, and he let loose a geyser of cum inside.

“YESSS!! FILLLL MEEEEE!!” I continued to thrust getting the rest of mine into her, Kevin’s cum filling her where I hadn’t gotten. Kevin then pulled out and was back to where he was, lapping at my cock. “We’re pretty tasty” he said as he licked up my cock, and stuck his tongue into her.

With Janet laying on my chest, and Kevin tasting our juices off my cock. “MMM that feels so good Kevin,” I let out. Looked up and locked lips with Janet and relaxed.

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This is an incident which took place 2 yrs ago in my life. At that time, I had a girlfriend called Sunita. She was a tall, slim girl with firm and round breasts. We had sex on several occasions. She always admired my penis and said that sex with me was very satisfying for her. She had told me that she is sharing her sexual experiences with me to one of her cousins Madhu.

One day, as agreed I reached Sunita’s place & rang the bell. A head popped in between a half-shut door, asking me the purpose of my visit. The voice was cold and her looks were average. I was in two minds as not knowing who she was. To gain an entry, I introduced myself adding that I was Sunita’s friend. She opened the door and smiled warmly at me. So she was not all that cold as I suspected. She motioned me to make myself comfortable on the couch.

I looked at her, a fleshy woman in her late thirties with wide hips and a heavy bosom. She was wearing a tight, low-cut blouse that showed plenty of cleavage of big breasts a deep red chiffon silk sari that she wore low on hips. I managed to take my eyes off her with great difficulty.

Sunita introduced me to her cousin Madhu & asked her to get coffee. Once Madhu left I asked Sunita, “your cousin is present then why you called me.

She said that Madhu knows about our relationship & she wanted to meet me so she has called me.

As we were talking Madhu returned with three mugs of coffee & sat in sofa opposite us.

We chatted usual thing like Mumbai weather & family over coffee.

Sunita had asked me to get a blue film, which I had carried, but now it seemed That movie was for them & I was just a delivery boy today.

Sunita suddenly stoodup & moving towards VCD asked for the movie.

Sunita, your cousin is also present in the room. Do not forget that,” I whispered to Sunita.

To my surprise Madhu spoke “I think Naveen is chickening out,” overhearing my words.

“No I am not!!” I argued.

“Fine. So that means you are going to watch the movie, aren’t you?,” Sunita asked.

“Sure I am,” I said fighting off my conscience.

So, Sunita put the VCD and the screen lit up in blue. I looked at Sunita who was sitting beside me on the sofa.

“You are not scared, are you?,” Sunita asked.

“Of course not,” I said, irritated at being treated like a baby.

Madhu moved & sat next to Sunita. On the screen, two women were pleasing their lover by making sexual advances towards him. The men seemed to be enjoying it a lot. Soon, the three bahçelievler escort of them began to have sex. As the porn scene was going on, I could see both Sunita and Madhu caressing their breasts and making low moaning voices. Even my penis was standing erect after seeing the movie. Then Sunita put her hand on my crotch and started rubbing her hand on my pants.

“You are so hot. ” , she whispered in my ear and then licked m ear in a very erotic manner. I was also excited by her move and started moaning a bit myself. Sunita then looked at Madhu and smiled naughtily. Madhu got up from her current position and sat beside me. She then started moving her hands over my pants. My hands involuntarily moved towards their boobs and started feeling and pressing them. Then Sunita kissed me hard on the lips for a while. Just as Sunita pulled back, Madhu locked her lips on mine and her tongue started to feel the insides of my mouth. Then she and Sunita did a hot lesbian kiss for a long while. And all this time their hands were running down my pants.

Sunita unzipped my pants and pulled my fully erect cock out. Then they took turns at stroking my lund. Sunita pulled back my foreskin and kissed the head of my cock. She then started to suck my cock. Madhu removed her Blouse and asked me to remove her bra by using my teeth. I did so and behold! The beautiful breasts which were being held back by the bra sprung forward I tasted and kissed them for a long while.

Sunita moved away pulling my pant & underwears whit her.. Smiling she started taking her clothes off. Madhu lowered her head down and enveloping my prick. This lady had a real talent and the feel of her mouth engulfing my prick brought me fully awake with no other thought on my mind but to lay back and enjoy the sensations.

Her tongue danced over my prick, licking along the sides and then the tip running around under the crown to slowly take in the head and pull me in so it banged against the top of her throat. Her fingers were also busy gently stroking the sides of my prick or fondling my sensitive balls. She would lift my prick and run her tongue down the underside of the shaft to lick around each ball and the sensitive area behind. And when she started to massage my anus with the tip of her finger as she simultaneously sucked my prick into her mouth, I thought I would explode. She gripped my prick at its base to stop me cumming and then, when the tension subsided a little, she took me back up there istanbul escort again by pressing her finger into my back passage while pulling my prick taught, holding the crown gently between her teeth.

Several times she brought me to point of cumming only to slow down and wait until I retained some degree of self control. By the time Sunita taken off all her clothes & pounced on Madhu and kissed her hard on the lips. I watched them kissing each other as if there were no tomorrow. Sunita literally tore open Madhu’s petticoat and sucked on her breasts. They were both moaning in ecstasy. Sunita started to play with Madhu’s pubic hair as they kissed. They both lay on the floor as they got heated up in passion. Then Madhu slowly moved down on Sunita’s body kissing and taking care of each part at a time. She then licked her choot and paid special attention to her clit. Sunita grabbed sofa and moaned loudly as she could not control her excitement. By then Sunita had orgasm and she shook violently in the process. Then Madhu sat up on the floor with her legs split wide apart and Sunita signaled me to lick it. I buried my face deep between Madhu’s thighs and inhaled the musk of her sex. I then brought her lit out of its hiding place and licked it. Then I put my tongue in between her pussy lips and started caressing it with my tongue. Sunita sucked on Madhu’s boobs and kissed her as she purred like a sex kitten.

Not able to control herself any longer, Madhu begged, “Please fuck me Naveen. I can’t take it any longer. Slam your rod into my pussy and tear me apart. ”

Feeling aroused by her words, I placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy and pushed it in inch by inch. She screamed in pleasure.

“Fuck me harder and deeper, Naveen. Harder!!” said Madhu and I started to ram my penis into her pussy. She also started to lift herself up a bit and move forward and backward to meet my thrusts.

“Oh yeeeeaaaahhhh! Fuck me good, Naveen. Sunita’s eyes were gleaming on seeing me fuck her cousin to death. Finally she said “Fuck me too, Naveen. Give me what you are giving her..” So I pulled my lund out of Madhu’s choot and entered into Sunita’s choot with full rage. She also squealed with excitement and Madhu finger fucked her pussy while watching us. I bought Sunita to an orgasm and then turned my attention back to Madhu. After having brought her to an orgasm all this fuck session had also brought me close to cumming.

“I… am… going to… cum… aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!” I said as I stroked bahçeşehir escort hard & fast In & out of Madhu’s choot. I pulled out after jetting my stream in Madhu’s choot. Then they licked my lund clean and started licking my cum off each other’s body. Soon, after kissing each other for a while, we all decided to have lunch.

Sunita moved to kitchen to prepare lunch.

I kissed Madhu hard on the mouth and she returned the kiss passionately. “Oh shit,” she said. “This is so fantastic. ”

We spent some time time holding each other tightly. I explored Madhu entire body with my hands and mouth and she did the same with me. We just kept kissing and kissing, unable to stop. I wanted to explore Madhu’s ass with my hands and I wanted to take my time doing so. I alternated between rubbing and squeezing her ass cheeks. I then lightly ran my fingertips over her entire bottom, including the crack between her cheeks. I reached down with one hand and inserted two fingers into her pussy. I took the middle finger of my other hand and worked it into her ass. Madhu was moaning and groaning, responding to my every touch. She reached down and began playing with my balls and dick. The more she played with my dick, the harder it got.

With both of us covered in sweat and moaning loudly with pleasure, Madhu shuddered and climaxed again. I started playing with her ass again and Madhu said, “You love my ass don’t you?” I replied, “I love every inch of your body but, yes, you have an absolutely spectacular ass. I could go without food if I could just eat your ass all the time. ”

Madhu laughed again. “Well, if you love my ass so much, when are you going to put your dick in it? You know we can’t leave here until you put your dick up my ass. ”

It was so exciting to hear those words.

“Madhu, there’s no time like the present,” I said. “Let’s do it. ”

Madhu positioned herself to receive my dick in her ass. I kissed, licked and sucked every inch of her ass before entering her from behind. What a sight and what a feeling that was. My dick had completely disappeared into Madhu’s ass and her massive, gigantic ass was wedged firmly against my pelvis.

I fucked her ass slowly, trying to savor the moment as long as I could. Soon I exploded with intense orgasm.

Madhu and I stayed cradled together in bed for 10/15 minutes, touching, kissing and fondling each other. As Madhu left room to kint Sunita in kitchen she kissed me, put her hand on the side of my face, and said, “I’m so glad that you fuck my ass. I wanted it so desperately but I would never have had the nerve to make it happen. Thank you, thank you. ”

“No, thank you Madhu,” I replied. “You are the greatest friend and lover that any man could hope to have.

After lunch we had good time once again before Madhu left back for Mumbai we had a two more sessions.

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We had a love that transcended a simple relationship. No matter how fucked up our time together was. The high highs. The low lows. You know?

And now we were on the way back to good. Back to perfect. Back to where we wanted to be.

Back to the beach.

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It was a few years ago. We were spending a long weekend at the beach. This was when everything was still innocent. Under a beaming sun, floating in the warm sea, I held her in my arms. Once, I watched her swim to my brother, as his girl swam to me. No one had talked about it. We just kissed. I kissed my girl and his. Later, the girls were sitting on my lap in a bar. They kissed me one at a time and then kissed each other. There was a heat between them and a glean in their eyes that signaled the night to come. A father and son cheered us on. It was a highlight. One of many. Even though we did not have a threesome. The girls wanted to. I REALLY wanted it. But my brother said no. Which in retrospect was nice of him…he broke up with his girl within a month. But year later my girl still has her claws in me. Even though our paths have diverged. For the time being.

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Now, she’s dating a guy named Foy. Which is fine by me. Because I did things that weren’t fair to her or us. Yes, I did her wrong. But only beyoğlu escort after she did me wrong. No one is perfect. Pedestals tip over easily.

Nonetheless, she wants me back. I want her back too. And we are planning how that will happen. Like the kisses in the sea, everything is unspoken. We will merely do what feels right. And pop culture provides the means. We will take the advice of Mr. Jerry Seinfeld. We will attempt The Roommate Swap. Except he and I aren’t roommates. We’re just guys who will be sharing her. At the same time. Obviously he won’t be in to it. I think I will be. I know she will be. It’s our fantasy. And now it’s time to turn fantasy into reality.

Years ago, I took her anal cherry. It was something special we shared. Now, he and she have had anal too. Unlike most girls, she truly likes it, and even without me she had to have it. She likes feeling full. Taking her ass will still be special. He and I are the only people to do her there. Her last boyfriend was too big. I’ve seen her take big dildos. Other large objects. We explored many possibilities. But apparently he was even bigger. Or so she says.

One day, she gets an email from Southwest. Two e-tickets. I bought the pair. For her and her Foy. To Vegas. She tells him she is taking istanbul escort him away for the weekend. He is surprised. But not as surprised as he will be. I will meet them in a bar. He does not know what I look like. She has kept the pictures of me locked away. I will buy them drinks. One for her. Many for him. We will get him drunk. At some point, I will slip a little powder in his red bull and vodka. Half a pill of X, crushed. He will feel great but will still be able to maintain an erection. We need him to be able to stay hard. He hasn’t tried X before. It will blow his mind. He will feel amazing and be happy. He won’t wonder why we are all going back to their room. He won’t notice me still sitting in a chair when she pushes him toward the bed. He will smile as she ties a silk scarf over his eyes. I will watch as she undresses him. As she undresses herself. She will sway her ass in the air as she sucks him to life. And I will lick the folds of her pretty pussy. My expert tongue will find the spot on her clit that drives her crazy. That no one else has found. She will moan around his cock. Then she will slowly kiss her way up his body. I will help guide him into her dripping wet vagina. She will take him inside her, moving almost imperceptibly slow. His groan will be guttural. After a few fatih escort minutes, she will feel a warm, wet finger on her asshole. I will slowly work it in her. Then I will replace my finger with my hard cock. She will bite her lip against the pain. Until the pleasure takes over. He will be in her. And so will I. Pushing against that wall between her pussy and her ass. Filling her like only the dildos and I have. Maybe the dildos and him too. I don’t know. She didn’t tell me, but I don’t begrudge her any of her actions. I’m sure I’ve told her I’ve done worse. Even if I haven’t. But I will live all my fantasies with her. And she will live hers with me. Soon.

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Now, Foy and I are in her. He is too out of it to know exactly what is happening. She’s calling out my name. Never his. Not tonight. Never again.

I know her and she knows me. Better than anyone ever could. Because we’ve been through everything together. Even, now, this. Double penetration. She cums hard. Harder than ever before. She’s looking back at me. Not at him. Then I feel his cock pulsate inside her. I feel his semen rushing through him into her. His throbbing dick makes her ass squeeze my cock even more tightly. What’s happening is unbelievably hot. It makes me cum. She turns toward me and we kiss. I slowly slide out of her. Then she pulls his limp dick out too. It’s the last time he will fuck her. Unless I say it’s OK. Ha. That certainly won’t happen until I get the threesome I want. And when it happens, which it will, I will cum on the other girl. In her face. While my girl looks on, smiling.

We will be happy forever.

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“Are you ready yet? These reservations cost me and they made it clear on the phone that we lose our table if we’re late!” Steph called out to me.

I’m usually the one waiting on her to get ready but tonight is different. It’s not often that I get dressed up in a suit and tie but this was a special occasion. It was my birthday and Steph was taking me out for some fine dining. She wouldn’t tell me where we were going, only that it was a very upscale restaurant and I would have to look the part.

She walked in to the bedroom as I was buttoning my suit jacket, completing my ensemble. She looked me over head to toe, beaming with a giddy excitement she could hardly contain.

“You look so handsome Rob, I like it when you dress up. You wear it well, sweetheart.”

Steph leaned in to me to give a light peck as if she didn’t want to wrinkle some overly delicate fabric. As she turned away from me I responded with a sharp spank to her rear. I was not delicate in my response. She was wearing a short blue skirt with a matching blouse. She has very sexy legs and is not the least bit shy about showing them off.

“Oh no Rob, dessert comes after dinner and you’ll just have to wait,” she teased as she skipped out of the bedroom.

I stood in front of the mirror adjusting my tie when she came bouncing back in to the room with a camera in her hand. I was starting to think we may be late for dinner after all.

“Can’t we do that later? I thought we had to go soon,” I was almost pouting with the dread of knowing any pictures would be on the computers of every friend and family member in the virtual rolodex by the end of the night.

“We’re good Rob, just a couple shots with my knight in dry cleaned armor and off we’ll go.”

She clicked a couple of selfies with us cheek to cheek and then a couple with a tripod. Yes, we have a tripod ready to go in the bedroom. If I have to explain why then you’re reading the wrong story!

She almost jumped with excitement as a huge grin materialized across her face.

“I have a great idea for a picture Rob. Just one more and we’ll go. Please?” She begged with a look in her eyes she knew damn well I couldn’t say no to.

“I usually get paid for my modeling Steph! Alright woman, what pose shall I strike for my adoring fans?” I said with all the fake enthusiasm I could muster.

“Lay on the bed!” She commanded like some pushy film director.

“Steph, I think I know what you have in mind and I’m not sure if I like it,” I responded with an almost scolding tone.

Just a few weeks prior we had a bit of a kinky idea and attached some wrist and ankle restraints to the 4 bed posts. When secured, the person is locked in spread eagle formation and can’t get out. We both love teasing and wanted to experiment with giving up total control. I must say it has worked out very well so far!

“Okay Steph I’ll do this, but this picture goes in to the secret stash. Keep it offline!” I negotiated.

“I promise babe, this one’s only for us,” she agreed. I didn’t think the smile on her face could get any wider, it’s not the first time I’ve been wrong.

I took position on the bed, full suit and tie with my own smile shining through. I had been pretending not to enjoy all of this but I couldn’t fake it any more. I enjoyed the silliness of it all, and I was fairly certain that the night would eventually end in pretty much the same setting except with far less clothes and a bit more serious tone.

Steph locked me in one restraint at a time until all four had me hopelessly secured to the bed. She got the camera and started snapping off a few shots. My facial expressions alternated between seductive and silly, but frankly, the whole situation felt silly due to the setup.

With the director satisfied, she set the camera down and took out her phone and started texting someone. She smiled at a response on the phone and went bouncing out of the room.

“Umm, hello? Did you forget something?” I called out to her, not knowing what part of the house she was in or if she could even hear me.

A couple minutes later she walked back in to the room, not acknowledging me in the slightest. She put the tripod in the closet and placed the camera in a dresser drawer.

“Steph? Starting to get a little puzzled here. You gonna release me so we can get going?” I inquired.

She continued to ignore me and just tidied up the room a bit more when suddenly the doorbell rang.

‘Doorbell? What’d she do, order a pizza?’ I pondered as she bounced back out of the room.

As I lay helpless, I went totally silent to try and hear what’s going on. It sounded like two women talking, but it was too distant to be sure. After a couple minutes of this silent torture Steph comes walking back in.

“I must say Rob, I wasn’t sure you would fall for my little ruse quite so easily, but you did. Now you’re just lying there, completely helpless and at my mercy. Just in case you haven’t figured it out yet, we’re not going out tonight. No, I’ve decided to bring the birthday party to you,” she explained as I was seriously maslak escort questioning whether I was in trouble or not.

Steph called out to the hallway, “Alright Nikki, you can come in now.”

Nikki was a girl that Steph had worked with for the last couple of months. Steph helped teach her the ropes when she first joined the office and they had quickly formed a tight bond. I liked hearing about her from Steph, it was obvious that Steph had fancied her co-worker. She would come home that first week beaming about the new girl and how pretty she was. As Nikki stepped in to the room it all made sense to me. She was stunning! She looked in her young 20s with long brown hair flowing down below her shoulders. She had a very pretty face and it looked like a nice body but she was wearing a trench coat.

‘A trench coat? What, is it raining outside?’ I thought to myself.

Nikki stepped front and center looking down on my helpless self, “So this is the guy you can’t stop talking about, huh Steph? I want you to know, Rob, that it can get very boring at work, and when the girls get bored, we talk. I think I know you better than any of my exes!” She giggled making me ponder the dirty little stories of ours that Steph must have shared.

Nikki started to unbutton her trench coat, “It’s a little warm in here for this I think.”

She turned her back to me as she worked her way down one button at a time. With the last button undone, she let the coat slide off her shoulders as it fell to the floor.

Nothing.

She had been completely naked under the coat and now she stood in front of me. I stared at her tight ass and long legs as my wrists involuntarily pushed against their restraints, reminding me of my helpless state. She was a light brown from head to toe with no tan lines anywhere on her body. Absolute perfection.

I caught myself with my jaw open, quickly realizing how pathetic I must look. Steph had a huge grin on her face, she knew all too well what we were both in for tonight.

Nikki turned her head to look back at me, still showing me nothing but her perfectly tight ass. She smiled as she recognized the power she had over her helpless admirer.

“He looks so adorable Steph, so helpless and adorable!” she said more towards me than Steph as she spun around to give me the full view.

There goes my jaw again.

She had a very athletically toned body, firm and strong. Her breasts were not natural, they couldn’t have been. Too perfect I deduced, but that was just fine with me. She was just as flawlessly tanned on the front as she was in the back. My eyes traced down her naked form coming to rest on her pussy. Completely shaven, just the way I like it.

“Daddy likes I think,” Steph chimed in.

“Daddy likes a lot,” I confirmed, earning a responsive chuckle from Steph.

Steph was still fully dressed as she stepped behind Nikki. Steph nestled up to her and put her head on Nikki’s shoulder so they were both looking at me. Steph rested her hands on Nikki’s waist and smiled at me. Nikki turned her head back to Steph and they gently kissed each other lightly at first as if to test the water. Their lips separated and both of them smiled at each other. They both liked the softness of their kiss, the tender caress they felt between them. Steph leaned her head back in, bringing her lips back to Nikki’s. Their lips pressed together with just a little more pressure this time.

Steph let her hands glide further around Nikki, across her belly. Their tongues gently explored each other, the tips lightly danced together in their embrace. Steph’s hands slid up on to Nikki’s breasts. They kissed a bit more as Steph massaged Nikki’s breasts and brushed the palm of her hands over the tip of Nikki’s nipples. Nikki liked the sensation and her kissing intensified. Steph turned her head back to me, breaking the seal their lips had formed.

“I think Rob is going to enjoy playing with these,” she said towards me as she started gently pinching and tugging Nikki’s nipples, causing them to harden under her touch.

Nikki enjoyed the sensation but she clearly wasn’t as adapted to teasing as Steph and I were. She was still facing away from the woman that was playing with her. The hands at play on her body felt good but she needed to touch and feel with her own hands too. Nikki spun around in Steph’s arms, put both her hands on Steph’s cheeks and kissed Steph with a hungry passion. Steph entertained her passionate kiss for a moment before pulling back.

“Slow down my little plaything, we’re in no hurry. We have all night ahead of us,” Steph told her as Nikki almost looked frustrated. Nikki nodded and smiled. She knew she was in good hands.

Steph leaned back in to her slowly, their lips returned to each other with the same tenderness of their first kiss. Nikki rested one hand on Steph’s hip as the other gently caressed her breast. She lightly groped Steph’s breast, forcing herself to keep the pace slow. Steph’s hands slid around to Nikki’s ass and she cupped both cheeks as their escort istanbul tongues continued their dance. Steph pulled Nikki in tightly, forcing Nikki to release the hold she had on Steph’s breast. Their lips parted again, this time Steph started kissing Nikki’s neck as she rubbed her firm ass. Nikki loved the sensation as a soft moan escaped her lips. Steph started kissing her way a little lower, down Nikki’s neck to the top of her chest. As her lips worked down to Nikki’s breasts, she dropped to one knee.

Nikki looked down at the beautiful woman pleasuring her and moaned a little louder in approval. Nikki ran her fingers through Steph’s hair as Steph started caressing a nipple with her lips. She kissed it. She licked it. She started sucking on Nikki’s nipple, only pausing to occasionally flick her tongue on the tip before resuming the suction.

Nikki looked past Steph to see me laying helplessly on the bed, a hungry stare in my eyes. She had a very serious look on her face as she focused on the pleasure she was receiving until our eyes met and she smiled. I honestly think she forgot I was even there! I smiled at her and glanced quickly over to one of my bonds and back to her, trying to signal to her to release me. I was very worked up at this point and I was hard as ever from the show being put on before me. Nikki giggled.

“Mmmm Steph, I think your man is trying to tell me something, I think he wants his freedom.” The smile in her eyes told me I was completely alone at the moment, no release in sight for me.

Steph stood up and stepped behind Nikki again. She reached around with a hand and this time it went to Nikki’s bare pussy. Her finger traced over Nikki’s pussy lips, teasing it as she looked to me.

“Is that right, Rob? Do you want to be set free to enjoy your birthday present?” She asked as she continued to lightly caress Nikki’s pussy.

Nikki brought both of her hands to her tits and started squeezing and pinching her own nipples as she looked down at the hand between her legs. She moaned in ecstasy as Steph’s middle finger gently slid inside her and back out again. Lightly. Back in and out again. She lightly rubbed her clit, teasing it with the tip of her finger.

“Steph! You know damn well I want out of these bonds, woman!” I light-heartedly scolded her. “It’s my birthday and not only have you opened my present, your hogging it all for yourself!”

Steph released Nikki and walked over to me.

“Is daddy ready for some fun?” she teased as she placed her hand on my cock. She didn’t grip, just set the palm on me to feel how hard I was. “Come here Nikki, you think he’s ready yet?”

Nikki stood over me and she grabbed a handful. Her face lit up when her hand took hold of me over the dress slacks.

“Damn Steph, he feels ready to me,” she responded as her hand started rubbing and masturbating me over the cloth of my pants.

Steph grabbed her hand and lifted it off me, “Well, I don’t think he’s ready just yet so I think we’ll keep him right where he is.”

I was too excited at this point and her hand felt good before being removed. My hips almost instinctively thrust in the air as if to catch her hand but it was no use.

Steph became the director again, tonight she enjoyed being in control.

“Nikki, I want you to lay down next to him,” she instructed.

Nikki nestled up to me as she lay under my arm facing up. Steph was still fully clothed but decided to get more comfortable. She removed her blouse and let her dress fall to the floor as she stepped out of it. Steph climbed on top of Nikki and came to rest on top of her breast to breast. She leaned down in to her and they started kissing again right next to me. Steph worked her way back down Nikki, not quite as slowly as before. Nikki looked down on her as Steph reached her pussy. Steph paused and looked up at Nikki as if to ask ‘ready for this?’ Nikki smiled her approval and Steph lowered her head. She gently kissed Nikki and was pleasantly surprised. Nikki was soaking wet, she may have been more worked up than I was by now. Steph put both hands on Nikki’s hips and started licking and sucking on her clit. She was gentle with it, like only another woman could be. Nikki grabbed her breasts again and started massaging herself and gently pinching her nipples as the sensation started to build inside her.

Nikki’s eyes were closed as the moans of pleasure escaped her lips. I love seeing a woman in such sweet ecstasy. Her back archs slightly, then her pelvis pushes lightly up against Steph. I can tell Nikki is very hot right now, her nipples are hard and pointing straight up. She turns her head to me and opens her eyes to see me enjoying the show. She brings a finger to her mouth and starts sucking on it as her moans get louder. Nikki starts to whisper softly to me.

“Damn Rob, she’s very good at this. Her tongue feels so good on my pussy. She’s going to make me cum, Rob, but don’t worry. I still want to feel that hard cock of yours inside me, baby. Mmmmm, I want to fuck that hard cock so good and earn that delicious cihangir escort cum of yours Rob.”

My wrists and ankles are now pushing full force against their bonds. She knows exactly what her dirty whispering is doing to me and my cock is throbbing now, begging for its own release. I couldn’t see very well what Steph was doing but evidently she was hitting the right spot on Nikki. Nikki’s eyes left mine very suddenly and looked down at Steph.

“Oh my God, Steph! Right there, that’s it! Oh God you’re going to make me cum Steph!” She cried out.

Steph brought both her hands up to Nikki’s and they interlocked fingers, holding each other tightly. When the orgasm started to hit, Nikki gasped loudly and threw her head back into the mattress. The orgasm was overwhelming and their hands separated. It was too much for Nikki as her body started to cheat up towards the top of the bed and away from Steph. But Steph grabbed her by the hips and stayed with it, not letting Nikki go so easily. Nikki couldn’t muffle her screams, the feeling was too intense. She put both hands on Steph’s head in a weak attempt to push her away as the sensitivity was too much but Steph kept at it. Nikki’s body started to twist and contort as her eyes rolled back and she let out a half cry/half scream. Steph looked like she was buried in Nikki’s pussy and was showing no mercy at all. Nikki’s breathing turned to short gasps for air as she gradually regained control over her own body. The orgasm had ripped through her and was starting to pass as her body returned from its blissful high.

Breathing returned to normal and her body language signaled an ending to the orgasm. Steph released her and looked up with a huge and wet grin on her face. Nikki was fired up. She slid down the bed, grabbed Steph by the head and started kissing her with a new passion. Not the tender kisses from earlier, more like a starving lioness with her helpless prey trapped under her paws. Nikki could taste her pussy in Steph’s mouth and she loved it. No one had made her cum that hard before and she looked like she would return the favor. It definitely wasn’t the best time to interrupt, but I had enough teasing for one night.

“Excuse me ladies, not to ruin the mood or anything but, I think I’ve endured enough torture for one night,” I pleaded my case.

“Time for another check-up Nikki,” Steph suggested.

Steph walked over to me and grabbed my cock this time.

“Hmm, I’m still not convinced he’s ready. Let’s take a better look, shall we Nikki?”

Nikki joined us and I think she wanted a turn to play but Steph stayed in the lead. She lowered my zipper and gasped a bit.

“Oh wow! Look at this Nikki. He’s soaked with precum!” She said pretending to be surprised.

I was wearing boxer-briefs and yes, they were soaked. Nikki licked her lips looking like she wanted to have a go but she would have to wait. Steph pulled the undergarment down just far enough to pry my length out through the fly in my pants. My cock was standing straight up, straining for her touch. She gently grabbed me around the base and massaged me up to the tip milking out more precum. I’ve always had this response to sexual stimuli, and I’ve never been able to mask my excitement as Steph has learned. As Nikki watches, Steph’s one hand grabs me around the base and balls while the index finger on her other hand rubs the tip and spreads my precum over the entire head. She uses a very soft, slow and teasing touch to do this as I again fight my restraints and start to melt under her sweet torture. She looks up at Nikki.

“I just love it when Rob gets this worked up, I like to tease the precum then gently suck it off his swollen head,” she explained to Nikki.

I look down at Steph with great relief, the end of my torture is within sight! Still holding me by the base, she lowers her lips down to the head of my begging cock. Her mouth opens and her tongue protrudes ever so slightly as she closes in on me. She’s no more than one inch from the tip of my penis when she stops, releases her hold on me, and pops back up.

“Nope, I don’t think he’s ready yet,” she exclaims. “Now where were we, Nikki?”

She abandons me! In my moment of need she abandons me! Now I’m the one half laughing and half crying.

Nikki is smiling from ear to ear. She’s never done teasing of this nature before and I can tell she’s learning some good techniques for future use. They both embrace each other at the foot of the bed and resume their fun. Nikki kisses Steph with a renewed passion and starts to feel up her chest. With Nikki’s hands on Steph’s tits, she pushes her weight into her and forces Steph to sit on the bed.

I am still completely spread and Steph is sitting just below my crotch facing away from me. Nikki get a wicked grin on her face and pushes Steph again, forcing her to lay her back over my crotch. Steph’s hair falls over my chest as I am now supporting her upper body weight. Nikki drops down to Steph’s pussy and starts kissing her thighs, dancing around Steph’s shaven pussy. I think she wanted to give the teasing a bit of a try so she took her time. Steph inched her way back until she was almost completely on top of me, her head rested next to mine. Her ass was now slightly above my cock and Nikki reached under her and pulled my cock out so that it rested up against Steph’s asshole, not nearly enough contact or friction for my good.

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Heaving a disappointed sigh, Brad looked across his desk at his pretty assistant. “So, you’re saying you want a change, and you really want to leave?”

Heather nodded and sat forward in her chair. “It’s not that I don’t like working with you Brad, I really do. You’ve got to be the best boss ever. But…” Biting into her lip, she stared down at her hands in her lap. She just couldn’t look him in the eye, too uncomfortable to finish what she had to say, it was just too embarrassing to share.

Looking at her nervously sitting across the desk from him, struggling to decide what to say, Brad always thought she was a stunner. Such a pretty, blonde, petite and with the perfect nice round ass, and the most stellar pair of tits he’d ever seen. Nice and big and perky, he knew they’d be a perfect mouthful. And if it weren’t for company policy about no hooking up of any kind in the work place, Brad knew he would have hit on her by now. Every time she bent over, his cock would twitch hard in his pants, just itching to get at her. Under different circumstances, he’d have loved to have gotten it on with her.

But then again, now that she was determined to leave…

Finally he cleared his throat. “Whatever it is, Heather, just go ahead and say it. I won’t be offended, I promise.”

Swallowing hard, already feeling her cheeks beginning to burn with embarrassment, heaving a sigh, she finally just spit it out. “It’s just that we work so many hours on these projects, sometimes it feels like we work non-stop day and night; which barely leaves me any time for a love life. To be honest, I’m starting to feel so deprived that I’m desperate enough to actually consider going online and hooking up with the first willing able-bodied man I can find, I’ve just been feeling so hard up without a man in life.”

Handsome Brad ran a hand through his thick dark hair, not even sure he’d heard her right. But just to be sure, he leaned closer and murmured, “Are you trying to tell me that you need to get laid?”

She nodded, letting out a relieved sigh. “Oh, yes. So badly, it’s unreal. But I just don’t have time for any kind of sex life with this job. And now I’m frustrated enough to start climbing the walls. So, I don’t see how I have any choice but to leave, as much as I like working for you.”

He blinked, shocked to discover that someone as hot as she was, wasn’t getting any. His shirt suddenly feeling too tight for his body, Brad reached under his tie and undid the top button, and loosened his tie while he was at it. He knew one thing for sure, the way every guy in the place was lusting after her if she wanted to get fucked, it wouldn’t be hard to do. It would be like trying to find ice in the Arctic. The possibilities for hookups were endless. He could probably name thirty or forty guys off the top of his head who would be thrilled to get a piece of her.

Of course Phil in IT, sprang to mind, since he made no secret of the fact he’d been desperate to get at her since the day she started working for the company, over two years ago. And even Mickey, the VP of finance, had told him after a few drinks at the Christmas party, when she’d looked particularly alluring in a short red, shiny low cut dress, that really she’d showed off her cleavage, how much he’d love to bend her over and sink his cock into her. And then there was Danny, head of maintenance, who’d whispered to him one day in the coffee shop that if she worked for him, that he’d have fucked her senseless by now.

And there were just so many others, he could barely remember them all. And of course there was him, who’d only ever dreamed of getting into her pants. Though he’d love nothing more than to get her up on his desk, eat out her pussy and fuck her till she screamed — he still had to be sure.

Just in case this was some kind of trick, he asked, “So… you’re saying if you were able to meet these uh… needs of yours here in the office, you’d be willing to stay?” Truth was, she was an amazing assistant, best he’d ever had. And somehow had the ability to know just what he needed without him even having to ask, and she could almost finish his sentences for him, they were so in sync. They just worked together so well that he hated the thought of losing her.

Heather quickly nodded her head, glad that he was beginning to understand just how frustrated she’d been. “Not many people know that I have a really high sex drive, insanely high actually. And now I just can’t take it anymore and need to get my itch scratched before I lose my ever lovin’ mind.”

Brad slowly began to smile. He knew just what to scratch it with, too, and right now it was twitching hard in his pants at the thought of finally getting at her. “So… you ever think that I might be able to help scratch that itch for you?”

Heather’s chest heaved with relief when she realized she’d finally gotten through to him. “Of course, Brad. I’ve imagined the two of us getting it on together so many times, it’s unreal.” She leaned close taksim escort and confided, “And my pussy’s getting wet just thinking about what it would be like with you.” He was a really good looking guy, with a great body, that she knew would look even better out of his clothes.

And as she confided about her little problem, his cock was almost busting past his fly to get at her. Already imagining how good it would feel to finally get her up on his desk, spread those shapely legs and sink his cock into her wet little hole and give her the fuck of her life, like she was begging for.

Aroused beyond belief, deciding they’d talked long enough about what she needed — Brad got up and locked his office door. Then he stood looking down at her, and probably uttered the biggest understatement of his life when he told her, “Well, I’m game if you are.” Since she’d gotten him so fucking hard, all he could think of was getting her naked and burying his cock inside her so deep, she’d be begging for mercy by the time he was done.

Heather clapped her hands together and smiled up at him. “Oh, I was really hoping I could stay in this job. I love working for you, Brad, but a girl’s got needs that just have to be filled sometimes, you know?”

He knew only too well about needs, especially with the way his cock was aching in his pants with the need to get at her, and fills those needs of hers, too, till he had her screaming his name.

And then he looked down, surprised to see that she was reaching for his belt and unzipping his fly, before he’d even fully wrapped his mind around the fact that it was actually going to happen. And without uttering a word, his faithful assistant had her hand wrapped tight around his cock, giving it a good hard squeeze. Jerking him up and down in her soft little fist, smiling up into his eyes as she hungrily lapped up the bead of pre-come weeping from his slit, softly whimpering at the taste of him — holy shit, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Beautiful delicate little Heather was actually sucking him off.

Finally, after all this time together, getting to hold all of his long hard man meat in her hot little hand had Heather licking her lips, desperate for a good long taste, her mouth already watering like crazy just at the sight of him, never mind how good he’d feel filling her mouth. She grinned at the feel of his heavy cock filling her hand. “Oh, gosh, you’re a big one aren’t you? For some reason, I just knew you would be. And this is just what I need.” Maybe even more than what she needed, but she’d just take as much as she could, happy to have something to finally satisfy the unrelenting craving simmering inside her, like a slow burning flame, threatening to explode, she’d just been so desperate to finally get it on.

Dropping to her knees on the carpet, she moaned and licked at him, like the most delectable treat she’d ever tasted, savoring every silky smooth inch of him from root to tip. Impatient to really get at him, she pushed his pants down his legs, grabbed hold of him at the base and began to suck his long, hard length deep into her mouth, smiling up at him as he threw back his head and let out a groan.

Floored that his lovely assistant was actually giving him a blow job, Brad stared down at her mesmerized at the sight of her fisting his cock in her hot little hand with over half of him already packed in her mouth. And as his balls began to painfully tighten with how insanely hard she was working his cock, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

In all the time they’d worked together, he’d never dreamed of seeing her like this, down on her knees, with his cock buried deep in the heat of her mouth, with her little tongue lapping over every inch of him. Rolling his eyes skyward as the incredible sensation of having his dick sucked, and sucked hard, worked its way through his body, he clutched her head and shifted his hips and slowly began to fuck her pretty mouth. Shocked by how insanely hot it looked to actually see her lips stretched tight around his swollen cock as it slid in and out of her, already had him aching to shoot inside her and fill her up with probably enough cum to choke a horse.

Holy shit, who knew the girl wasn’t just good at keeping up in the office but was also a pro at giving head?

And the way she was gently grazing him with her teeth as she cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers almost had him and losing it down her throat as she coaxed his balls into giving up their load. But as good as it felt to feel his dick buried in her mouth, what he wanted more than anything was to finally see her out of yet another of the conservative little dark suits she wore into the office every day. And now he was desperate to finally have a look at those nice big melons and that pussy she’d told him was almost dripping, his dick twitching hard in her mouth at the thought of finally seeing her naked.

So, before she’d gone so istanbul escort far that he wouldn’t be able to pull out without losing his load down her throat, Brad put his hands under her arms and with an audible pop she let go of him, yelping in protest as he helped her to her feet. Seeing her looking confused, he told her point-blank, “Now get your ass up on the desk.”

As shocked as she was thrilled at the change in him, since he was normally so polite, Heather didn’t hesitate, delighted to finally hear him ordering her around for the first time ever. And once she was seated just where he wanted her, his gaze trained on her big beautiful breasts, Brad was quick to unbutton her little silky white blouse. And the moment he pulled it open he shook his head groaned at what he found inside.

Her tits were fucking amazing. Big and round with good-sized rosy red nipples that he could see were already poking to be freed from her lacy white bra, apparently itching to get in his mouth. And once he’d unfastened her bra and slid it off her shoulders along with her blouse, he moaned even louder as he cupped those big beauties in his hands and then lowered his head and went in for a good long suck.

The moment he clamped his mouth around her, Heather squealed with delight as Brad opened up wide feverishly suckling at her tingling nipples, drawing them one after the other deep into the heat of his mouth, and really making her quiver. Teasing them with his teeth and tongue, he had her squirming and whimpering and clutching at his head, desperate for even more. In fact, he was getting her so hot, she was almost squirming right off his damn desk. She’d never been happier to have Brad for her boss than right now. Ooh, lordy did it ever feel incredible to have his mouth on her girls, especially with the way he was setting them on fire, getting them so hot and tingly, she wondered if they’d actually ignite.

Pleased as hell to finally be getting at her luscious pair, Brad toyed with her tits for what felt like an eternity. But as he laved all around her swollen nipples with is tongue, how could he help it, when they were just so perfectly big and round and soft. Having only ever dreamed of even getting a peek of them, he just couldn’t get enough of the feel and taste of them on his tongue. All he wanted to do was suck and nip and lick, and knead her big ripe melons till at last he stood back satisfied to see the erotic sight of them gleaming in a coat of his saliva, nipples swollen and the peaks pebbled hard as diamonds with her arousal.

After feasting on her tits, his cock aching to get at her, he wiped a hand across his mouth, and told her, “Now get the rest of your clothes off.”

Quickly nodding her head, Heather did as she was told, hopped of the desk and peeled off her skirt, her pussy so hot now it felt ready to combust. Then she tossed everything aside until she was standing in just her high heels and the tiniest fucking piece of lace he’d ever seen, barely covering the blonde patch of hair sitting over her sex, she looked so damn sexy practically naked that he couldn’t hold back a groan.

No surprise, his dick twitched hard at the incredible sight of her, so to keep it happy, he wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few good strokes. Then impatiently pushing everything aside on his desk, Brad picked her up and sat her down in the center, and as he tugged the scrap of lace away from her pussy, he let out an even louder groan. Staring between her legs, with a sense of wonder, he’d never seen a cunt as wet or as pink with arousal, just begging to be fucked. His cock throbbing like crazy now to get at her, he told her, “You know if I took a picture of your cunt looking as hot as it does right now, you’d have over half the guys in the office in here wanting to fuck you blue.”

Just the thought of it sent a shiver of anticipation running right through her, especially with how much she loved sex and how long she’d had to suffer without it. Looking up into his heavy lidded gaze, she asked, “Really?” She actually had no idea that anyone even noticed her around the office, much less found her attractive.

“Oh, yeah, you might not know it, but every man in here would do anything he could to get with you. And I’ve heard them say it, too. But if they ever got a look at how delectable your pussy looks right now, you’d have them lined up out the door with their cocks in their hands just begging to get at you.”

Pretty anxious by now to finally get at her himself, Brad tugged off the rest of his clothes until he was standing naked with his cock fisted in his hand. Balls aching with need, he gave himself a few more long hard strokes, then took hold of her thighs and spread her legs open nice and wide.

Then he sat down on his chair, and shook his head at just how gorgeous her cunt looked gaping open, so pink and slick just to begging to be filled and fucked hard.

But desperate for a taste, leaning in, he lashed şişli escort his tongue along the length of her from back to front, groaning as the amazing taste of her washed over his tongue, filling his senses with a feeling of desire that almost overwhelmed him. Licking over and over into her pussy, he murmured against the heat of her flesh, “Oh, fuck, Heather, you taste sweeter than I ever dreamed. And if you really want more, I know every guy in here would kill to get a piece of this.”

Holding his head tight in her hands, Heather began to moan and quiver from head to toe as he lapped deep into her pussy, then pushed a finger inside her, and began working it in and out of her deliriously happy little snatch.

The idea of finally relieving the aching need boiling up inside her for more months than she cared to remember, and the thought of finally being sated, not only by her hunky boss, but almost every other available guy working in the office, had her almost coming on his desk. Fuck, what a thought. And now she could hardly wait.

As he ate into her deep, she desperately clutched his tight hair in her fingers, Heather spread her thighs just as wide as they could go, squirming and squealing as he nearly devoured her, sending a wave of pure unadulterated pleasure radiating from her quivering cunt straight up her spine. “Oh, fuck, Brad,” she murmured on a shaky breath, closing her eyes and throwing back her head. “Does that ever feel good — just so fucking good to finally have your mouth on me. Oooh, I just love the feel of you fucking me with your mouth.”

“Tell me about it, you taste like heaven,” he told her as he added a second finger. Working them in and out of her hard and fast, he sucked on her clit, giving her a nice little finger fucking, getting her nice and primed to take his cock.

Heather swore she was seeing stars as he worked her pussy into the biggest orgasm she’d ever dreamed of. Shamelessly lifting her ass right off the desk, she literally fed him her pussy, desperate to get the relief that only he could deliver with his amazing mouth. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” she muttered. “Eat me, Brad, eat me good. Oooh, I just love your mouth.”

Brad smiled against her pussy. “No need to beg, honey. You’ve got to be the best thing I’ve ever tasted, and I could eat you all night. And I now can hardly wait to get my cock in you and really make you squeal.”

Her hands desperately twisting in his hair, as he cupped her ass and lifted her pussy tight against his mouth, making a meal of her, she thought she’d pass out as she felt herself beginning to come so fucking hard, she was sure she was actually seeing lights starting to see flash before her eyes. Oh, wow. She’d needed this, like she needed to breathe, and man, was he ever delivering. Lordy, not only was he the best boss she could ever ask for, he knew just what to do with a cunt, too.

Finally feeling her whole body begin to unravel, he pulled back and muttered, “Fuck me,” loving the sight of her falling to pieces as she began to climax. Her entire body breaking into a shiver, eyes closed, mouth open and panting, trembling from head to toe he’d never seen a woman come as wickedly hard. Brushing back he hair, he held her steady in his arms. And as she shivered and she cried out, “Oh, fuck, I’m coming so damn hard,” no one had to tell him. But desperate to get all he could, Brad got back between her legs and kept lapping till he’d licked up every last drop of the delectable juices oozing from her quivering pussy, as she slowly began to find the ability to breathe again.

After watching her come that hard his aching balls felt ready to burst with the need to fill her. Standing and clutching his cock in his hand, he nudged the head into her opening and then slammed into her good and hard, both of them letting out a shuddering moan as they both stilled for a moment to appreciate, after all this time working together, how good it felt to finally have his cock buried inside her.

And Heather just quivered that much harder as he clutched her ass and picked up his pace, fucking her till he swore his hair was beginning to sweat. As he filled her up over and over again with his deliriously happy cock, he murmured, “Jesus, Heather, if I had any idea you needed this, I’d have taken care of you a long time ago, especially since I’ve been dying to get at you for as long as I can remember.”

Wrapping her hands tightly around his forearms as he tunnelled in and out of her relentlessly hard jerking her body on the desk, all she could do was quiver and moan. Then smiling up at him she murmured, “And I’ve just needed this so badly for so long, that I can’t believe how good it feels, to finally get it on with you. Thank you so much for taking care of me like this, Brad. You have no idea what it means to me.”

He smiled right back. “No need to thank me. Believe me, I think I’ve needed this just as badly as you. We’ve all been working hard around here.” He chuckled at his double entendre, as he continued to work her pussy punishingly hard. “Especially us guys, all wondering what it would feel like to actually get a chance to get between your legs like I am now, and give you a good hard ride. If you had any idea how many other guys in the office are aching to fuck you, you’d probably faint.”

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You returned your attention to the black cock in your mouth and were really giving him a great blowjob while fondling his balls and fingering his ass. It wasn’t long before you felt a familiar sensation in your ass as the pimpled face guy starting cumin, filling your ass with his load of cum. Just as you closed your eyes to relish the sensation in your ass, Bubba firmly held your head against his crotch with his big hands as he began pumping his sperm down your throat. You just let him do whatever he wanted as you continued probing his ass as deep as possible with your finger wanting him to have a very strong orgasm to give you a ton of cum to swallow. Even though you have sucked hundreds and hundreds of cocks, you always relish the taste of cum and so you were just waiting with your eyes closed totally concentrating on the cock in your mouth, for the sensation of feeling his cock to begin to spurt his sperm. And when it was black sperm, you felt even nastier and didn’t want it to stop.

You did not have long to wait, suddenly bubba thrust his cock deep down your throat while pulling your face hard into his crotch, your lips felt his cock pulsate as his balls unloaded his jism down his rod and into your throat. This is what you loved so much, a man using you as a sex slave to satisfy his sexual needs. However, his dick was so far down your throat, you could not taste his cum. You began to frantically finger fuck his ass to keep him cumin while also trying to pull your face back in order to dislodge his cock from deep down your throat so you could taste his load.

He let go of your head just in time for you to take his last two spurts in your mouth. You then used your free hand to take hold of his shinny black cock and pulled it out of your mouth. You looked directly up at him as you rolled this sperm around in your mouth, then with a very animated jester, swallowed his cum. You said, “I love your cum, it taste soooo good. I love the smell of your crotch. You can fuck my anytime, Bubba!”

While holding his cock, you lunged your mouth back down over his black shinny shaft, getting your face even deeper into his crotch trying to suck every drop of cum from him. You still had your finger deep inside his ass working it in and out to keep him excited. He was obviously drained, but you wanted to keep him hard so that you could fuck him again. You looked frantic as you worked over his cock with your mouth and his ass with your finger. You heard the scrawny guy remark, “Look at this slut, she just can’t seem to get enough cock in her. Shit, I love women like this, what a fucking slut, she is my kind of broad. And she is really nasty, look how she is fingering Bubba’s asshole. I want her to do that to me.”

You continued working over the black cock with your mouth and tongue and were successful in keeping him hard. Once you sensed that his cock was not going to get soft, you released his cock from your out stretched mouth saying, “Please fuck me with this big black cock of yours, I want you to fuck me deep and hard! I love having big black cocks inside me and to feel my pussy being filled with black sperm. Oh please fuck me, please fuck the shit out of me, I want to feel your big cock pounding my pussy, I want to feel stuffed with black cock meat. Oh how I love being surrounded with hard cocks like this.”

You then looked up at the black guy saying, “After you are through fucking me and have filled my cunt with your juicy black cum, I want to lick your smelly ass, I want to eat and taste your ass, I want to tongue your rosebud, I want to lick your crack, I want to suck your smelly balls, I want to lick your cum and my juices off your cock. I want to taste every part of you, OK?” You continued while glancing at the other two guys, “I also want to eat your asses and lick your cracks and suck your cocks clean, OK? I love nasty smelly sweaty asses.” They look dazed as they nodded OK.

Your nasty suggestive talking had gotten the arnavutköy escort black guy really hot as he stroked his very hard and erect cock. He even had a hard time reaching his dick because of his big fat belly. While stroking his dick, he led you over to a table and had you lean over it exposing your ass and cunt. He approached you from behind first rubbing his hard cock up and down your crack. You helped him by reaching back with both hands separating your ass cheeks so he could get his big fat cock deeper into your ass crack. Turning your head toward him you said, “Oh yea, that feels so good, I love the feel of your cock in my crack, yea, oh yea, rub my asshole with your dick, oh yea. Slide your dick into my pussy, yea, oh I can feel your dick head inside me, that’s good, real good, oh yea, now fuck me hard, ram your cock in me, yea, really deeeeeeep, oh shit you are way inside me, oh yea, yea, oh your big cock feels so good inside my pussy, just fuck the shit out me, fuck me, fuck me, give me your cum, pump my pussy full of your hot juicy cum.”

The big fat black guy was ramming your pussy really hard, he was actually moving the table across the room as he pounded your cunt. He grunted each time he rammed his cock deep inside you until he finally grabbed your hips with both hands holding your ass tight against his pelvis as he reached an orgasm. One could see him straining and flexing his pelvis as he began pumping your pussy full of his cum. Even though you had just previously sucked him off, he still pumped a fair amount cum up your cunt. We could all see cum begin to ooze out of your pussy and drip onto the floor. He stood there for quite a while straining his hips into you, just rocking back and forth as he came down off his sexual high. You were wiggling your ass back and forth to get maximum penetration and to enhance the sensation of being stuffed with a big cock. Finally he began to slowly remove his dick from your cunt and as he did, a steady stream of cum flowed out of your pussy onto the floor.

As soon as you felt your pussy was no longer stuffed with cock, you raised yourself off the table, turned around and got on your knees, took a hold of the black guy’s dick and shoved your mouth down over it. You locked your lips around is dick and began to suck him off while you fondled his balls. After a few minutes you removed his dick and looked up at him saying, “That was a great fuck, I’m so glad you decided to check me out and fuck me, I love big black cocks. I love to fuck um, I love to suck um, I love to fondle um, I love to see them stuffed between my pussy lips, sometimes I just love to look at um and feel um. You have a great cock, you can fuck me anytime, anyplace.”

At that point you noticed all the cum on the floor saying, “Oh, look at all that wonderful cum. What a waste.”

The black guy said, “Lick it up slut. I want to see you licking my cum off the floor before I let you lick my ass.” You got down on all fours leaning way down with your ass in the air and ran your tongue along the floor. The black guy exclaimed, “Look at this slut, she is licking my cum off the floor.” At that point he placed a foot on your back holding you down. All the guys began to laugh saying, “What a whore, a slut, a cum licking bitch.” A couple other guys who you had fucked earlier, walked over and spit on you, every one joined in and began spitting on you.

You did not back off and savored the taste after each lick by looking up at the black guy saying things like, “I love the taste of your cum.”; “Ummm wonderful.”; “Ohhh so nice.”; “I wish I could eat my own pussy.’; “I want you to fuck my friend Laura so I can eat your cum from her cunt.”; “Better yet, I want you to fuck her in the ass.”; “Ummmmmm.”

As you were licking up the cum, the scrawny guy walked over to where you were bent over and began to rub your ass cheeks. You encouraged him by wiggling your ass escort istanbul at him saying, “Oh yea, play with me. My holes are for your pleasure.” He fingered your asshole and cunt as you continued licking the floor.

A voice in the back said, “FUCK HER, ASSHOLE!” The scrawny guy just continued fingering you and had two fingers shoved way up your ass and really working them in and out. Somebody handed him a long neck beer bottle that still had beer in it. He pulled his fingers from your asshole and immediately inserted the bottle in your ass. When he got all of the neck inside you, he tipped it up letting the beer pour inside your anus cavity.

Once you felt the cold fluid, you turned your head to see what was happening with your ass. When you saw him tipping the bottle in order to pour beer in your ass, you grabbed the bottle and pulled it from your butt hole to the boos of those watching. You said, “My favorite drink, ass flavored beer.” You lifted the bottle to your mouth and drank the beer while inserting the neck into your mouth licking the long neck with your tongue. Once you finished the beer, you reached around your butt attempting to insert the bottle back in your ass. The scrawny guy took it from you and finished the job. He was able to get about 80% of the bottle shoved up your ass. You returned to licking the Bubba’s cum off the floor.

When the black guy saw that you had licked the floor clean of his cum, he ordered you to crawl over to where he was sitting. You obeyed and when you got near him he pointed his cock at you inviting you to suck him. You opened your mouth wide and pushed your face deep into his crotch. His dick was only half hard and so you got his entire cock in your mouth. He held the back of your head and began rocking back and forth attempting to get his dick deeper down your throat. He released your head and you pulled your mouth free saying, “I want your ass, I want to taste your sweaty ass and balls. I want to lick your crack.”

He responded, “First I want you to suck me hard again, I want to feel your hot lips on my dick and feel you suck the cum out of my cock you slut.” You were not going to refuse an offer like that and immediately began sucking him off. You fondled his balls and played with his asshole while you tongued and sucked his big black cock. To your surprise and I think his too, within minutes, you were entertaining another mouth full of his delicious cum. You held each squirt of cum in your mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. When the black guy stopped cumin in your mouth, you slowly pulled your mouth free of his dick and then ran your tongue along the under side of his dick. With his dick becoming soft, you took a hold of it and raised it so you could get access to his balls. You pushed your face into his crotch to get his balls in your mouth. After a few minutes you removed your face from his crotch saying, “I want to eat your ass, I want to taste your smelly sweaty ass.”

He got up off the chair and got down on all fours on the floor, his big soft cock hung down along with his big sagging balls. You crawled over to where he was and began to lick his crack. You shoved your face in his ass crack and began tonguing his asshole. He needed some good cleaning and you were the one to do it. You pulled your face back and ran your hands all over his balls cock and crack. You held up your hands to show everyone how sweaty they were. You took your hands and rubbed them all over your face and then licked them. Everybody moaned in disbelief. You then turned your face toward the black ass in front of you and continued eating the black guy’s ass. The guys in the room started to call you names, “Slut, meat hole whore, filthy bitch, cum sucking slut, etc.”

One guy said, “I need to piss and I want to piss on her. She is such a slut, I can’t believe it. What a nasty filthy slut.”

The bartender over heard him and yelled, “No pissing in this sefaköy escort room, take her outside and piss on her.”

They all responded, “Ok, lets get her outside.”

The scrawny guy said to Bubba, “Get up and lets go outside in the back. Make her crawl all the way.”

Bubba quickly moved forward freeing his ass from your mouth. When you started to move forward to get your face back in his crack, he said, “If you want to eat my ass some more, you have to follow me outside on your hands and knees slut.” He got up and began to walk toward the door. You started to follow him on your hands and knees.

The guy who had to piss looked around to make sure the bartender was not close and holding his cock real tight, began to dribble piss on the floor as he walked toward the back door. He said, “Lick up my piss slut, if you want anymore cock tonight.”

You hesitated not really wanted to do it, but when Bubba saw you stall, he said, “That goes for eating my ass too, bitch. Lick up the piss slut, or no ass eating.” You moved in the direction of the piss dribbles and began licking your way to the door. What a site, you on your hands and knees licking the floor, still with the beer bottle stuck up your ass. As you crawled by a couple of guys, they spit on you, one guy put his foot on your head holding you down making you lick one area over and over while calling you names, “Piss ass slut, whore, meat hole cunt, ass licking cunt.”

He released your head and you continued out the back door where Bubba and the piss dribbling guy were waiting for you in the a large patio used for outdoor parties. The pissing guy said, “Get over here slut, so I can piss on you.” As you crawled over to where he was standing he said, “Lay on your back slut and spread your legs.” You reached around your butt to remove the beer bottle and then rolled over on to your back lying before the guy and Bubba spreading your legs real wide. The guy stopped squeezing his cock and the piss began to flow. He aimed his piss stream first at your tits and then worked his way down your belly.

As he began to piss on your crotch, he said, “Pull your pussy lips apart, I want to piss in your cunt.” You reached down pulling your pussy lips apart revealing the pink insides of your cunt. He had walked around so he was standing between your legs and aimed his cock at your open pussy. He was pissing straight into your cunt. As you watched and felt the warm piss on your crotch, the thought occurred to you, “I wish Laura was here and some guy had just fucked her and this guy was pissing on her cunt. Then I go down on her and eat her piss drenched cum fill cunt. That would be so hot and if I was lucky, some guy would be fucking me while I ate Laura.”

As the piss stream began to dwindle, he moved up toward your head and last drops of piss landed on your face. You licked around your mouth trying to get all the droplets of piss that had landed close to your mouth.

When he finished pissing he said, “Any more takers, anyone want to relieve themselves on this slut before we take her back inside and fuck the shit out of her.” Two guys stepped up with their cocks in their hands and immediately began pissing on you, one on each side of you. They told you to hold your cunt open again, which you did. They pissed mostly on your pussy and tits. When you saw them move toward your face, you shut your eyes opening your mouth and stuck out your tongue. They tried to get as much piss on your tongue and mouth as they could and when the last droplet of piss landed on your face, you used your tongue to lick up anything around your mouth.

When you opened your eyes, you saw one guy standing directly above your face holding his dick trying to get another drop of piss to land in your mouth. You reached up to take a hold of his cock trying to pull him down so you could suck his dick. He got down on his knees letting you have his dick to suck on. You raised your head tilted it back and took his entire cock in your mouth. He exclaimed, “What a piss hungry slut, your are the nastiest, filthiest slut I’ve ever had contact with.” He spit in your face and got up.

Bubba then squatted over your face to your delight and you began where you left off and began licking his ass again like it was a pop cycle.

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Tricia and I were very pleasantly surprised one Friday evening to receive a telephone call from a voice which we instantly recognised — that of Michelle, whom we had met for two years running at the naturist campsite.

I say “we” because our telephone is usually left on a “hands free” mode, so that we can both talk at the same time to whoever is calling via a microphone and speaker rather than holding a hand-set.

As soon as her voice came through, therefore, Tricia and I looked at one another with some pleasure, as memories of our last meetings sprung to mind.

“Where are you?” we both asked, as Michelle’s voice was coming through with a background hum.

“I am on a train,” she said in her accented English. “I am on my way to meet you!”

Tricia and I looked at one another as we both smiled with some expectation. She was on her way to meet us!

“Yes,” Michelle continued. “I have been sent by my University to an English University for one term as part of my course, as I am studying English Language for a degree. I told you when we last met that I was studying English, did I not?”

“You certainly did,” we assured her. “But what a pleasant surprise this is,” said Tricia. Whereabouts are you, and how far are you away from here?”

Michelle told us that she was actually about fifteen minutes away from our town, and that she could get a taxi, she hoped, when she reached the station.

“No way,” we both told her. “We will come to meet you in our car,” I said. “So look out for us.”

Quickly I got the car out from the garage, and both Tricia and I drove to meet Michelle.

We were actually waiting on the platform as her train drew in, and were overjoyed to see her as she stepped off onto the platform, and then were actually amused when we noticed the length, or should say brevity, of her skirt. It could not have been more than ten or eleven inches deep from her waist, as more of her thigh was revealed than was hidden! In fact, an inch or so lower would have certainly revealed her choice of underwear!

She immediately saw us, and waved, then we saw her turn to a young man to speak to him, as he handed her something which she slipped into her skirt pocket.

Then, giving him a quick kiss she said something again and came running towards us, where after the usual continental peck on both cheeks she gave us both a fuller hug and kiss.

“Who was that?” I asked her, more out of curiosity than anything else, whereupon she laughed in her cheeky way which we both well remembered, as she told us that it was someone who had been sitting across the aisle in the train, and whom she had persistently noticed trying to peer up the hem of her skirt! “He must have thought that I had not noticed,” she laughed again, “so I kept making moves which appeared accidental but ever so briefly, until we were almost here and I could feel the train slowing down. So I then leaned over towards him and mischievously said so that only he could overhear that if he gave me his telephone number I would open my legs briefly for him!”

“And that is why you saw him giving me his telephone number!” she laughed again.

“I hope you are decent under that skirt, then,” chuckled Tricia.

“Oh, yes,” said Michelle. “I am wearing ‘la petite culotte’ whatever that might be called in England.”

“We call them briefs, or knickers, or sometime panties,” explained Tricia, “unless they are very small in which case a thong or a g-string, perhaps.”

During this time we had been walking towards the car, and had paused outside it whilst I was putting her small overnight case onto the back seat.

“But these are very small, n’est-ce-pas?” asked Michelle, as she brazenly raised the front of her diminutive skirt to show what amounted to little more than a triangular scrap of lace held in place by a fine string of elastic. It was so small, in fact, that her smoothly kept slit was partly on view above the wisp of lace, and was also so see-through that the rest of it was fairly visible.

Michelle seemed quite blasé as she displayed herself, although Tricia and I had seen what she had there (and had touched it and even more) on numerous occasions. But what now struck us was the fact that it was more than likely that her recent companion had seen more than just the material. Not that Michelle seemed to care. Neither had she ever seemed to care in the past!

Luckily the front seat was a bench seat, and so we all three sat on it as I climbed behind the wheel, and Michelle sat between me and Tricia.

Michelle, though, was very much the same Michelle whom I met for the first time some two or three years ago, when she had not only teased me into causing me to having an erection but had then succeeding in seducing me completely! And by this I mean that her hand immediately fell onto my lap where she began to tease my cock through my shorts!

“Stop it, Michelle!” I had to say. “Please, I’m trying to drive. There’ll be plenty of time for that later on when we are home!”

Tricia saw the funny side of this, topkapı escort but in order to help me she grasped both of Michelle’s hands and pulled them onto her lap as she leaned towards her for another kiss.

Michelle also saw the funny side, giggling as she and Tricia met lips in a far more intimate kiss than they had exchanged on the station platform.

I concentrated on driving, though, but I could not help keep looking in their direction as their hands began to seek and caress each other’s more intimate regions.

Because of the disruption to our evening, though, we did not have a meal ready which could have also accommodated Michelle, so we called at a small restaurant where we had a short meal — enough to put us on until next day, at least.

We then arrived home without any incident, and as Tricia showed Michelle the outlay of the house I put the car away, and then went into the lounge to pour out a welcome drink for her.

When they entered the room, though, Michelle, true to form, immediately dropped onto the chaise-longue, legs splayed apart, oblivious to the fact that the brevity of her skirt meant that her lacy g-string was on full view.

Tricia, drink in hand, looked deliberately at her with a huge grin on her face as she said, “Michelle, I think Mel is able to see your knickers!”

Michelle, in mock consternation, replied, “Oh, dear, do you think I should take them off, then? ” Then she laughed again as she continued, “Of course he can see them, and so can you. Why do you think I am sitting like this? Anyway, you have both seen what is inside them many times. But I am actually showing you what the man on the train could see, too. I think he liked the view, too, oui?”

“Well I am certainly enjoying the view!” I told her. “You can sit like that for ever as far as I am concerned!”

“Not for ever,” she laughed again. “But as long as you wish — until we go to bed, perhaps?” she suggested.

And so we sat opposite her for some time, asking after her parents, Pierre and Lili, and her cousins whom we had met last year at the naturist site. Pierre and Lili had obviously sent their regards and had made her promise to look us up, although she would have done so in any case, she told us.

But eventually it was bedtime, and there was no thought other than we all three shared the same bed. It seemed quite natural, after the intimacy we had all enjoyed in each other’s caravans in the past. Michelle unsurprisingly lay between Tricia and me, none of us even thinking of any night attire. In fact, the only items of clothing Michelle had brought with her in her overnight bag was another g-string similar to the one she had been wearing, a handkerchief, and a spare pair of shoes.

How any of us slept that night was a miracle, for first one and then another of us would take the lead fondling, fucking, kissing, and so on. Sometimes it was Michelle and me, then Tricia and Michelle, and then Tricia and me, but usually it was all three tying ourselves in contortions to try to achieve maximum enjoyment.

Next morning I can honestly say that we were still tired, but happy.

After breakfast though it was obvious what our programme would be. We showed Michelle around the town, the shopping centre, the sights, and all that there was to be seen of interest.

And so, as we were sitting around in one of the parks after a light lunch, I turned to Michelle and jocularly reminded her that she still had the telephone number of the man on the train. Immediately she delved into her skirt pocket to find the scrap of paper her had given to her.

“Ben,” she said. “We did not exchange names! He does not know Michelle. But I think I can remind him,” she grinned mischievously.

Taking out her mobile telephone she dialled the number he had written on the paper.

Three rings later and she had an answer.

“Hello,” came the reply. Now from what she had told us he had only heard her whisper to him previously, and so when she answered to say that it was Michelle calling he seemed a little unsure about whom she was.

“A reminder,” she impishly said, then putting the phone into picture mode she wickedly parted her thighs completely and held the phone close to her revealing g-string, then provocatively slipped one finger inside and hooked it round the gusset.

“Shall I?” she said loudly so as to be heard on the phone.

It was obvious what she was intending to do, and she did not wait for his answer as she pulled the gusset aside to reveal her well-used pussy in all its glory. But to complete her complete depravity she then slowly pushed the small phone right inside her moistening cunt!

Luckily we seemed to be on our own where we were sitting so that she was able to perform this way without any unwanted spectators.

Eventually, though, she removed it, as we heard a voice trying to speak on the other end, although it was impossible to hear what he was saying without putting it to an ear.

“Invite him round to our istanbul escort house,” Tricia whispered to Michelle, who did just that, and also indulging in a little talk with him, although he seemed to be doing most of the talking.

Eventually she arranged that he should come to our house later that afternoon, Michelle promising him that he would not regret his visit. And we knew that he would not, even if he was still a little apprehensive as he seemed to be from our interpretation of Michelle’s remarks as she replied to some of his queries. By now, though, we had been joined by others in the park, and Michelle reluctantly agreed to make herself appear more decent by closing her knees together even though the brevity of her skirt made it almost possible to see her underwear.

Shortly afterwards, then, we made our way home, making plans for Ben’s visit. Tricia suggested we tease him at first, and Michelle happily agreed. After all, she had already teased him both on the train and whilst on her mobile phone!

It was agreed that Tricia should answer the door, therefore, and we decided that she would give the impression of being Michelle’s aunt, and also a little strait-laced at first.

We also agreed to play the whole thing by ear, with only a skeleton plan of the whole tease, but which we expected to end by both Tricia and Michelle being totally outrageous.

So Tricia was to dress far more formally than she usually did, and as we knew that there was a charity shop close by she had ample time to go there, find what she wanted, and still have sufficient time to change afterwards.

Therefore, when the doorbell rang, a prim and proper lady answered, with high-necked blouse, a fairly long tweed skirt almost down to her calves and below which could be seen woollen tights or stockings. (Actually they were black self-supporting woollen stockings.) Her hair was gathered into a bun, instead of her hair loose and flowing as she usually did, and she appeared to be a throw-back to one of the old severe “school-marms”.

“Yes?” she enquired as she saw him standing at the door.

“Excuse me,” he said, “but does Michelle live here?”

“My niece Michelle does. Why?” she asked, although she was trying so hard not to laugh.

“She invited me to call and see her, but if I have got the wrong impression I am sorry,” he answered.

“No,” Tricia told him. “You are all right. You must come in if she has invited you, but you really must excuse her. I am afraid she is quite shy usually, and has had little contact with boys until now, although my husband Mel and I have tried to encourage her to be less self-conscious.”

“So come in, and I will call her,” she added.

Ben followed her inside, and Michelle and I, who were both peeping to see what his reaction was going to be, had to stifle our giggles.

One inside Tricia ushered Ben to an arm-chair, where he sat down quite formally, knowing that he was in the presence of someone who might disapprove of too casual behaviour.

Tricia went to the bottom of the stairs and called up, “Michelle. You have a visitor. Make yourself decent, please, and come down.”

She then went back to Ben and sat opposite him with her back to the door, and began asking him the kind of questions a caring aunt might ask of a suitor.

“Do you live locally? How did you and Michelle meet? Did she mention us when she invited you here?”

Ben answered, “Yes, I live nearby, but I am at present at University. We actually met on the train, although the meeting was casual, and I gave her my telephone number in case she was lonely and also in the hope that she could find me as attractive as she was to me. And no, she did not mention that she was staying with her aunt.”

Just then Michelle appeared in the doorway, but put her finger to her lips and shook her head as if to tell him that he must not acknowledge that she was there yet.

Quickly his eyes shot back to Tricia, who was fully aware of the situation but was pretending to be completely oblivious to it, and when he saw that Tricia was now looking away from him completely as if her mind was elsewhere he quickly reverted his gaze towards Michelle.

It was now that the tease really took place.

Michelle took hold of her miniskirt and raised it to show that she was now completely naked below it, her soft smooth pussy lips completely uncovered.

Then, as he stared almost open-mouthed, he glanced quickly at Tricia who was still pretending to be unaware and who was still looking elsewhere, then back to watch as Michelle unfastened the skirt completely, dropping it onto the floor, and following this by doing the same with her light sweater to stand barefacedly naked, her firm breasts reacting as she tweaked at her nipples.

Ben was flabbergasted, and seemed almost scared as he looked again at Tricia, as if he would be accused of some heinous crime if she happened to turn and see how Michelle was flaunting herself for him.

Tricia, though, was reading the signs from the sarıyer escort corner of her eye, and was fully aware that Ben was getting extremely nervous. And so, in order to reassure him, she dropped her pretence of formality, looked him fully in the eye, and said to him, “Ben, I must apologise. We have been playing games with you. If you want to raise my skirt you will see that I am knickerless, like Michelle. Come here, Michelle, and show him!”

Grinning all over her face Michelle now ran towards them, and with no more ado grasped Tricia’s skirt to reveal the white thigh above the black stockings and then her shaven cunt, as Tricia, too, began to part her legs.

Ben really was flabbergasted now! He scarcely knew what to do and seemed to be wondering if this was a dream!

As he started to compose himself, though, he was even more astonished to hear Tricia ask him, “So whose cunt do you wish to fuck first? Mine or Michelle’s?”

As she was speaking she started to strip off until she was as naked as Michelle, who was now actually undressing an enthusiastic Ben, as he now realised that this was about to become the best day of his life!

All this time I was watching from my hiding place in the hallway, so far unobserved by Ben, but Michelle knew where I was, as it was where she, too, had been until now.

As Michelle, helped eagerly by Ben now, almost tore off his trousers his cock reared proudly erect, and Michelle immediately proffered it to Tricia, who by now was as naked as she was.

Tricia, though, just took it into her mouth, gave a few strokes until we could all see it visibly grow, then presented it to Michelle’s waiting pussy, already glistening with anticipation. A few thrusts then Tricia reached out and took him out again, and once more put it to her mouth. This was repeated until finally Ben gave a huge heave, obviously climaxing, and this time it was Michelle who took his engorged cock out of her now dripping pussy for her own mouth, whilst Tricia now leaned forward to put her own mouth to Michelle’s flooding and palpitating cunt, eagerly relishing the combined juices exuding from it.

“I enjoyed that!” exclaimed Tricia. “And you are so big! Dare I make a pun and call you “Big Ben”?”

Ben laughed and said, “I am often called that, especially by girls, but I don’t mind as long as they help me keep it big by exercising it!”

I was wondering how to interrupt this, as I was not sure how Ben would take it if I suddenly appeared, but then had an idea. I crept outside, opening and closing the door ever so softly, and then had a short walk round the block, giving them time to recover before I disturbed them.

But instead of ringing the doorbell I used my key, making quite a bit of noise as I did so, and calling out, “I’m back, Tricia, but I’m going straight to the study — I have some figures to enter into the computer!” Again I made sufficient noise to indicate that I really was going into the study, and then audibly closed the door behind me.

Peering through the key-hole however, I watched as Tricia ran upstairs, carrying her dowdy clothing in her arms, silently laughing at my ploy and reading my mind as to how to continue the tease.

A minute or so later she re-appeared, knocking on the study door for me to open it, whereupon I saw that she had now changed into her more usual type of clothing — a fairly short skirt, a button-down top, and her hair once more loose and wavy.

Together we sauntered into the lounge where Michelle, once more dressed in her micro-miniskirt and light sweater was sitting next to Ben on the chaise-longue, looking the picture of innocence. She introduced me to Ben as being an acquaintance whom she had recently met, and whom she had just discovered was attending the same university as she was. He stood up and formally stretched out his hand to shake mine, but at the same time I sensed that he was looking warily towards Tricia in case she was having second thoughts about what had recently occurred.

But Tricia, continuing the pretence, told me that she had just met Ben, too, and that he seemed a very nice boy for our niece to know, and then proposed we had a light salad together and then go out for a drink so as perhaps to get to know him a little better.

Just then I spotted Michelle’s brief g-string lying on the floor where she had previously dropped it, but luckily Ben was sitting with his back towards where it was.

I indicated with my eyes to Tricia who calmly walked back and unseen by Ben picked it up and passed it to me for me to pocket temporarily. It would not have helped our fun had Ben seen my attitude to seeing them lying on the floor. We were still keeping up the pretence that I was completely unaware of all that had gone on.

So, after a very pleasant meal with nothing untoward and no insinuations even to disturb the pretence of absolute innocence, we walked out towards the nearest hostelry for a social drink together.

The pub was not too crowded, and we were able to find a small table in one corner where we sat and chatted, mainly about University and explaining (to continue the pretence) how my sister was married to a Frenchman and so Michelle was half-French and lived in Paris. She was over here for a short time to perfect her English (which was already very good) as she wished to become a teacher of English in France.

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Bonnie Blue was feeling horny. She had a good idea. She was going to have a party. She was going to have some fun and get her itch scratched.

You know Bonnie Blue. She was a little twenty-five year old blond with great tits and lovely curves. And the urges of a major come slut. She reveled in that fact. And it was why she had been on the Pill since she turned eighteen. She was now looking to become the biggest come slut in Texas.

She was living in Galveston, working at the University of Texas Medical Center. Her work could take her anywhere in the state. But she had connections all over the state. She was well paid for her services. And lots of grateful lovers were profligate with their gifts. Little Bonnie Blue never wanted for anything. Especially not sex.

She was staying in a suite in the Tremont House. While she mulled over plans for her little party she went for a walk. She was in great shape. Her legs were strong and curvy and she loved to walk. So she took a stroll across the island to the Seawall Boulevard. Standing there and looking out to sea she felt the wind blowing her long blond hair about her lovely face. She had always loved Galveston. She had wept when Hurricane Ike had struck in 2008. It was not enough to destroy Galveston, but damage still remained to be seen.

As she had walked across the island through the older section of town she had passed so many of the bushes that gave Galveston its nickname as the Oleander City. And she reveled in the smell of the sea. She loved the ocean, and what better place to enjoy it than the beaches of Galveston. She did not much care for the tourism and commercialization, but it kept the economy running and the city prosperous enough to keep some of its older and finer buildings and institutions in the black.

When she returned to the hotel she began making phone calls. Her first call was to her Master, Peter. He was not in the state now, but he was always her Master. And he was a kind master because he allowed her the freedom to please herself whenever she wished. His only unwavering demand was that she be there for him when he was in Texas, in the same town as her. So she called to check. It was her submissive duty. This time he was free when she called.

“Hello dear Master. I am kneeling down for you. I hope I am not bothering you. I am sorry but I needed to ask a question, very important.”

“Yes my Bonnie Blue. I’m here. I can talk. What do you want?”

“Master, I am going to have a party for myself. I need to know if you will be able to attend. It will be this weekend on Saturday, here in the Tremont.”

“No my little slut, I won’t be there. But I will be coming in the next weekend. Be there and waiting for me. Meanwhile, have fun at your party. That’s an order.”

“Yes Master. I will have fun. The kind of fun you know I love. Thank you dear Master.”

After having done her duty she began calling other friends and acquaintances. After she reached the fifth man and had her invitation accepted immediately she stopped. That would be enough, surely, she thought to herself. Five men and one girl. The odds were good. She would have a very good time indeed.

She had invited an old friend from years ago who lived here on the island. He was the owner of a shop on the Boulevard selling souvenirs and other tourist junk. When he had the time he used it surfing as well as he could in the Gulf. His vacations were spent where the waves were larger and more dangerous, like Hawaii or Australia. His name was Tim and he was tall with brown hair. And his cock was long and almost always hard for Bonnie.

Her second choice was Winston, a doctor at the hospital. He was a surgeon and he knew the female anatomy very well. He loved teaching Bonnie about her own body. He stood about five feet eight inches, was blond, and had a small pot belly, but was buff overall. His cock was short, fat and pussy filling.

Also coming was Jeffrey with his workman’s hands. He was a carpenter and had been busy re-building the island’s homes and businesses. He had a dick about six inches long when hard and he could hammer it like a tool. His body was hard from his laboring and he stood right at five feet five inches, and kept his head shaved.

Coming down from Houston was Mike the cable man. He installed cable vision all over the metro area. He was at least six feet tall, and his prick was long and thin. He was her best friend from college but he had decided to work with his hands instead of the law, as his degree başakşehir escort would have allowed.

Her last selection was a new guy she had met at a club the night before. She had enjoyed giving him a blow job in the alley behind the club and was looking forward to more or his seven inches of cock that curved to the right. She had got his number. His name was Gus. He was short, only five feet five inches, but he was sexy as hell and she wanted more of him.

Bonnie prepared her suite for the evening to come. She called the front desk for extra help to get her place as perfect as possible. She was a good client. She always got what she wanted. If she didn’t she called her Master and he made sure things were her way. He was a force in many of the finer places in her state. The Tremont was an exclusive hotel, and they knew who to take special care of.

The staff sent up to help her were two Latinos. She loved their brown skin. She had fucked many of the fine Hispanic men and women of Texas. They were good lovers. This was a man of about twenty with black hair and a strong, taut body, along with a young lady who Bonnie knew had to be over eighteen. The Tremont made it a policy to only hire personnel older than that. She too had black hair and her eyes of black gleamed with an inner joy.

They went to work, cleaning the suite and placing out the food and drink that Bonnie had ordered for the party this evening. It was now only four in the afternoon. As they completed their preparations Bonnie contemplated the tip she was going to give them.

They finished and were moving towards the doorway to the suite. In the foyer they paused, in expectation of some extra compensation, of course. Bonnie smiled at them. She gave them each a fifty dollar bill and then she took a hand of each of the two. She drew them back into the living area and then into her own bedroom. They were eager to follow her. Bonnie Blue had a reputation at all the finer hotels in the state.

“You have plenty of time. You’re here to help me. Now I need some extra help. Is there a problem?”

There was no problem! They grinned, the man and the woman. Bonnie slowly took her clothes off and soon the two were following suit. The man was, indeed, buff and his cock was fat and hard. The girl was lovely to behold. Her breasts of creamy coffee color were like cones of perkiness and had nipples that were hard, awaiting a good sucking. Her pussy was a triangle of curly, black hair. It needed to be eaten.

“I want to suck some pussy. And I want to be fucked too. Can we do that my friends? What are your names?”

“Yes, miss, it would be our pleasure to be of use to you,” said the woman. “I am Rosa and this is Manny.” And she smiled with anticipation.

Bonnie made Rosa get up on the large bed and lean back against all the pillows on the headboard. Her long legs were spread and her pussy glistened in the overhead light as her cunt produced juices that mingled in her curly pubic hair. Bonnie moved up onto the bed with her round ass wiggling and tempting the Manny. She placed both hands on the girl’s tits and squeezed hard and the girl moaned and pressed her taut breasts up for more. Bonnie pinched her nipples and she moaned even more. Then Bonnie sucked them one after the other and made cream flow out of Rosa’s pussy.

As Bonnie did this Manny was kneeling behind her, and her now dripping pussy was ready for a hard cock. He was not gentle. He rammed into her cunt and she squealed with pleasure. Just what she wanted. He began humping into her cunt as deep as his fat cock would go. While feeling the deep joy of a good fuck she did not neglect the pussy in front of her. Her lips descended to Rosa’s clit and, as she was fucked, she was able to use her fingers to pop the clit out and begin sucking on it.

Rosa was coming loudly and enthusiastically. Bonnie was being fucked like a bitch whore, just as she liked it, hard and harder and Manny became more turned on. Sucking and licking the lips of Rosa’s pussy made Bonnie come around the prick reaming her cunt. She sucked all the come that Rosa produced. At last Manny could not hold back any more. He pulled out and started shooting strings of spunk onto Bonnie’s ass. She felt the hot come and had another orgasm. She rammed her tongue up Rosa’s cunt and both had orgasms again.

Bonnie was satisfied with her little afternoon interlude. She wiped the come on her ass into her skin and licked her fingers, escort istanbul and then gave both Rosa and Manny kisses. They smiled as they gathered their clothes. They could go down to their locker rooms and get cleaned up. Before they left they placed a new coverlet on Bonnie’s bed. They were sweet to the lady that was so nice to them.

Finally it was time for the party. It was starting as a cold buffet with drinks of your choice and would begin when everyone arrived after seven in the evening. The men began arriving on the dot. They were as eager as Bonnie Blue for this party to begin and proceed to the “dessert.”

Bonnie had a little surprise for her guests. After they had all had a drink or two, but before they began having a bite to eat, she wanted them to give her a present. This would be a special present for her, but very special for them too. So she let them all drink up and get to know each other. None really was acquainted with the rest. Not a problem. They were there for Bonnie and that made them immediate friends.

She sipped her Margarita as the men drank variations on whiskey or gin. Everything had been provided for their pleasure. Everything. Finally when they had each finished at least one drink she brought their attention back to the reason for the party.

“I’m so glad you all came. Or will. (She giggled.) First, finish up the drink and then take off all the clothes. I want you to do me a big favor. Can you all do that for me?”

They indeed could. With grins on their faces and lust in their eyes they all stripped and subtly compared their own assets, as men often do. Then all eyes went to Bonnie who was now her beautiful, voluptuous, blond, naked self. And she was in the center of the room, on her knees, with her huge tits tempting them along with the smile on the mouth they had grown to love in the past.

“Come on guys, give me all your cocks. I’ll suck you all and you can all come on me whenever you want to do it. Is that a good plan?”

It was. First to move forward was the surfer, Tim. His prick was ready for a great blow job. Bonnie took him in all the way and he started fucking her face, holding her blond hair for a good grip. Bonnie held up her two hands in expectation that someone would want a hand job. Gus did. She grasped his hard cock and began stroking him. Then she grabbed Jeffrey’s dick and started jerking it. They were both moaning as they fucked her strong hands.

Winston and Mike were both jacking off to keep up with the other guys. After about five minutes Tim had to shoot his spunk, so he pulled out and hosed her face with his come. She swallowed some and a lot coated her face. Winston moved in with his fat cock and forced it into her wide open mouth. Tim went to rest in an easy chair, waiting for the rest of the evening to come.

Mike had finally reached the point where he had to come. He had jerked until he was sore and he was shooting come on her tits and face as Winston fucked her mouth. Gus and Jeffrey both wanted to come in her mouth. Her stroking had not brought them to a head yet. But Winston shot off in her mouth, pulled out and covered her face with more spunk. Jeffrey quickly moved in and fed her his six inches of hard prick into her wide open mouth. It was still full of Winston’s seed and he was fucking her mouth lubricated with Winston’s spunk. It was spilling out and running down her chin and coating her tits.

Gus could no longer hold his sperm. He had given her his cock last night so he didn’t feel too bad just coming all over her body and face which Jeffrey was still fucking. Some of the come Gus shot landed on Jeffrey’s cock but Bonnie soon sucked it all off and cleaned Jeffrey’s cock. He began feeding her his spunk. This time she swallowed it all. She was covered with come and she was reveling in it.

The men all took turns washing off in the bathroom. As they did so Bonnie took a shower, after rubbing all the come she could find on her body, for the sheer pleasure of it. They fellows went in and, staying naked, they had a cold supper. They ate with gusto now. Awaiting more pleasure later and storing up more spunk in their balls. This was becoming a party to talk of far into the future.

When Bonnie came out, fresh and clean and smelling of jasmine in a chartreuse kimono, they rose from their seats and bowed to the little come slut of Texas. Bonnie had a little snack as the men continued to have drinks and chat. When she, and only she, was ready the sex party beykent escort would continue.

At last she rose and beckoned to all of the invitees to follow her into her large bedroom. The bed was huge and they would need the space.

“I’m going to let you boys take command. You can do anything you want to me. It’s entirely up to you. But no arguments. If there is any dispute I can easily find a new gang. And you know that’s true, don’t you?”

They all nodded then gathered together and discussed the situation. After a minute or two it was decided. They moved into action. Tim picked up Bonnie and carried her over to the bed. There he and Winston took off her kimono and left her nude again. Her nipples were hard as gems. Her waxed pussy glistened with wetness. Tim then got supine upon the bed and with his long prick standing tall invited Bonnie to take a seat facing the headboard. She slowly lowered her greasy cunt down onto his cock. Ah, the peace that shone from her face.

Tim pulled her forward to kiss her and to also make her ass hole accessible to Gus and his seven inches to begin probing her pucker. First he licked it to lube it well and then he slowly eased all of his dick into that ass. She was squealing pleasure and feeling both cocks bumping inside her. She was certain they could feel each other easily.

She turned to the side and Jeffrey gave her access to his prick. She was licking it and making love to his balls. She cuddled them with one hand, being held up by Tim as he sucked on her tits and bit her nipples. Her squeals were almost non-stop now. Sucking in his cock, she heard Jeffrey moaning and he slowly fucked her face.

Then she started jacking off Mike as Winston also fed his cock to her mouth. He and Jeffrey jammed both cocks into her mouth. She was gagging and coming and loving her party! Tim was bucking up to fuck her hard and deep. Gus rammed as deep as his long cock would go and started fucking faster and faster to make her come and come. As she jerked Mike he clasped his hands around hers and fucked her hand. Soon he was shooting come between her fingers and she took the hand to her mouth and licked it clean. Mike continued shooting come into her blond hair.

There was no planning but it seemed this was a magic moment for our little come slut. Tim’ spunk was filling her pussy and leaking out and down onto his hairy balls. Gus was gushing all his seed into her shitter and she could feel and relish it hot and wet. Winston shot a wad of come into her mouth and then sprayed her face again. At the same time Jeffrey pulled out of her mouth and hosed her whole body with his strings of sticky stuff. She was taking come from five men at once, and she was wondering in her come soaked brain whether she could have taken more.

It was just a tangle of sweaty, wet bodies sprawled on the bed. Bonnie was rubbing all the come she could into her body and licking all she could feed into her mouth. She loved the taste of sperm. Then each of her lovers paid her the compliment of giving her a wet kiss with lots of tongue. She sucked on each tongue as if it was a cock and then passed on to the next.

Now began the real fuck festival. Bonnie was spread out on the bed with her legs sprawled wide. Each of her friends took a turn. She was truly and well fucked by each one. The order did not matter. She lost track of who was in her at any one time. She was loving her come slut party. Fucking and reaming and screwing, it went on and on until none of her lovers had any spunk left to give. Her cream pie was enormous. The spunk was leaking and oozing out all over the bed spread. Her tits had bed mauled to the point that her nipples felt raw. It had to come to an end, and it did.

Finally her lovers had thanked her for the great party and were cleaning up again, as she was too tired to move from her bed.

As each finished up cleaning themselves they kissed her goodbye and passed out of the bedroom and out of the suite. It took only ten or fifteen minutes. But the party was over. At last she was alone, but she felt sated. Moving slowly and wetly she again took a shower. Refreshed, she called again for room service to come up and clear away the last of the drinks and meal, and remake her bed.

It was done.

The next week Master Peter arrived and she met him at the airport in Houston. On the drive to Galveston she gave him the best blow job she could, after begging permission. Peter guided the rental carefully as he shot his come into her eager, submissive mouth.

He contemplated forcing her to do without his cock for the weekend. That would be a good lesson for his little submissive one. But even he could not be that cruel. He would fuck her long and hard and make sure she remembered who was the Master and who was the slave.

He adored his little come slut.

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Dr. Mboku’s office is located in a luxury highrise across from the old stadium. The dust of the diehard fans that blew across town to the shiny new stadium was replaced by the regality of today’s overpriced clubs and self-important digital tycoons. The maze of cobblestone streets are littered with the indulgence of electric powered radiance that would dwarf any futuristic movie set. Those that choose to walk the neighborhood do so in $400 sneakers. The money here is excessive and repressive.

That somewhat describes my wife, Gwynn, and myself.

From Dr. Mboku’s 7th Floor window you forget the sea of delinquency and beauty for an hour. The ocean is to the left. The other recently developed highrises to the right. This oasis within the debauchery was our healing place. The African vibe that resonated on the 32nd floor could be felt by the modern rhythm of everyone that got off the elevator. Our troubles had been resolved years ago, but we remained clients for the occasional tune-up.

The early days of our marriage were filled with angst and fear because we hadn’t really explored the world as individuals before we became a couple. Money and fame had brought us together but we were young. Our families were so happy to see us together that our friends thought that the marriage was arranged.

We were happy together but something was missing. We weren’t looking for anything outside of what we had. We just had little clue as to what to expect from one another as husband and wife. From the dishes to the dildos, we weren’t sure where responsibility and reality made sense.

My boss at the time recommended Dr. Mboku after Gwynn ran away for three months – home to Brazil. Her mother promised me that she was on the beach everyday but I feared the worst. When she returned, we opened up on Dr. Mboku’s white leather couch for an hour every week for three years. I found out that she was faithful to me on that beach, just as I was faithful to her at our house. But Gwynn had desires she was afraid to share.

I did, too.

Dr. Mboku got us to work together as a team. She was our coach, our referee and our biggest fan.

Along the way she prescribed an offbeat concoction of meditations, exercises, foods and tantric play that taught us how to trust and enjoy each other in ways that we would have never tried otherwise. Our backgrounds of repression and religion had closed us from experiences we desperately needed to help us evolve.

In that first year with Dr. Mboku we ventured wildly. We visited 12 religious ceremonies of joy in one month. We ate every meal naked for a week. We read each other’s email for a day. We watched homemade videos of each other climaxing.

We learned new things about each other, our selves and the world around us.

Dr. Mboku taught us that the experiential component of our relationship was the part that embodied trust and captured happiness. We did anything her office recommended for us to try because we always knew we were better for it in the end.

While I call her advice ‘recommendations’, Gwynn refers to these whimsical approaches to life as ‘prescriptions’ – as though the medicinal value is lessened if the title is not respected.

These ‘prescriptions’ are loosely thrown about during our formal sessions as well as around the office by her staff of trusted researchers and assistants. The vibe from Ghana was disconcerting in the beginning because my family is Nigerian – direct, but I soon learned to accept the subtle ways in which they gave us direction. As Gayle, the receptionist, would schedule our next appointment she’d enquire what our next ‘adventure’ would be. If we were unsure, she would just happen to recommend a place that synched with Dr. Mboku’s ‘prescription’. Everyone was always on the same page, the same rhythm, the same note.

The rest of the staff was equally knowledgeable and curious with all aspects of our life. You assumed that they were all listening in on our sessions and getting a commission on each client they bagged, because they were never wrong. Carl was great for his bookstore recommendations. Liam knew the best restaurants in the city. Angela specialized in clubs and parties. Tonya knew where to get a workout and a massage. Gayle was into religions of every kind. In seven years our relationship went from hungry caterpillar to brilliant butterfly in every way. From renewing our vows at a Thai monastery to sex in a helicopter over the city, we found life through their network.

When we’d return for another appointment we’d offer an acceptable amount of embarrassment for each adventure, before discussing where we were in the moment. Dr. Mboku knew we weren’t really shy about talking about the anal plug Gwynn wore to the ballet that her fundraiser had supported, but looking uncomfortable before sharing every moment was our foreplay.

So we eased into our last session with trepidation as we explained the fear we had about exploring our fantasy of a threesome.

During previous sessions we had dropped crumbs along the trail of our mutual bahçelievler escort interest in Gwynn fucking me and another guy at same time. Though the internal fantasy was an easy

on our list of adventures to experience, our lives had too much to risk by sharing that much with an outsider. We agreed that having one unresolved fantasy was something we would keep as dirty-sweet talk. Dr. Mboku trusted our judgment and didn’t push or pull in any way.

Her staff, however, all seemed to have points-of-view on the matter. Liam did not condone any act of more than two people, while Gayle surprised us with an unsolicited ‘spitroast’ comment and wink when we innocently asked her about her upcoming weekend.

While thoughts on the topic were abundant, the usual ‘recommendation’ on how to fall into such a scenario never materialized in the two years that it was discussed in our home and in our sessions.

But after our previous session, the front desk was being manned by Dr. Mboku’s nephew visiting from London. Gwynn was busy booking our appointment while Angela was giving me a scoop on a dinner party that we might enjoy in a couple of weeks. As I began to place the information in my phone, Gwynn grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the office as though she had just stolen the company safe.

Given our history of embarrassing antics, I knew the signals and moved quickly into the elevator. I sensed that she was about to burst.

“I have something for us to try,” Gwynn blurted as soon as the elevator door shut. “A threesome!”

I was caught off-guard as I tried to remember the nephew at the front desk. I didn’t get a good look at him going into the office or leaving, but my mind was trying to assemble what little information I had to imagine him fucking Gwynn.

“Not her fucking nephew, you idiot!” she yelled as she gave me a not so subtle punch in the arm, realizing that my brain took an understandable leap.

“Then what are you talking about?” I asked as I reached for my bruised arm.

“I don’t know yet,” Gwynn answered, realizing she wasn’t certain how to explain what she had just learned. “He said that he’d just had some weed that that gave him and his girlfriend an out-of-body experience that felt like threesome.”

“What in the fuck are you talking about?” I asked in the calmest way possible as the elevator reached the garage.

As an Asian couple replaced us in the elevator we rushed to our car as I sensed our getaway wasn’t quite over.

If I was the calm and collected type, Gwynn was a bundle of nerves. While I lived by ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’, she thrived in only imagining ‘the worst that could happen’.

When Gwynn was 7 years old her parents were kidnapped by a gang in Rio after they had finished a family brunch. The episode occurred without incident as the young kidnappers were quickly paid before nightfall, but the fact that her Afro-Brazilian family treated it as an expected hazard of daily life kept her on her toes. The guns, the swearing, the force, the hostility – all scarred her for life. She won’t watch action movies. She hates all forms of violence.

The bruise on my arm begged to differ.

But the adrenaline rush of any act that might get her swept up is like foreplay to Gwynn . Every public act of indecency was followed by loud and violent orgasms that ranged from exhilarating to exorcism.

For example…

After the anal plug ballet three years ago, she unconsciously reached under her dress and pulled off her panties in the parking lot. By the time my tires hit the street she was rubbing her clit and grabbing my arm to hold onto. I raced to a backroad and turned the music up to cover up the song she was about to sing. As her writhing became too aggressive, I pulled over so she wouldn’t accidentally kill us both.

I’d watched her masturbate before, but the speed and veracity at which she worked her clit that night made me question if I had been too delicate with her over the years. As she arched her back and rubbed herself she moaned so loud that the occasional car that passed by had to hear us.

As I waited patiently for her to explode, I checked the rear view mirrors to make certain we’d be able to safely get back on the road. I was planning to get her home after she finished.

That’s not what Gwynn was thinking.

While I looked over my shoulder, I felt her hand unzip my tuxedo pants. Within seconds my dick went from quietly asleep in my boxers to hard and dripping in Gwynn’s mouth. She was rubbing and sucking so aggressively that I gave up caring about the lights that passed us by.

Getting head on the side of the road was not a turn-on for me.

But the intensity and sloppiness with which Gwynn was orchestrating both of our orgasms put me over the edge. She greedily sucked on me as though she owned me. The repression she had in our early years was replaced by an animalistic urge to make me come. She held me by my tie as closed my eyes and istanbul escort tried come quickly. The sooner I came, the sooner she’d come.

This was not a loving blowjob. There was nothing sensual about the way her head rose and sank in concert with the music like a porn star. The vibe was not hypnotic like the yoga sex we had been practicing. Her movements were like the boxing class we took on Wednesday nights in the hot, sweaty gym. All jabs and thrusts. I couldn’t take it.

I exploded.

As I came in her mouth, she began to tremble from the waist down, as though my dick were the pacifier that settled her from the waist up. Her now gentle sucking was countered by the quiver that caused her to put a size 10 high heel into our glove compartment door.

We were a mess.

Once we realized where we were, we noticed the two flashlights outside of each door.

A police car had pulled up behind us. I moved slowly. Even though I was in a $200,000 car, I was still black.

I turned off the music from the steering wheel and rolled the window down while Gwynn’s curly head stayed buried on my crotch.

I kept looking forward and prayed that my wallet was somewhere I could reach for it without displacing Gwynn beautiful head.

“You okay, ma’am,” the officer asked politely.

With her panties on the dashboard, one hand on my tie and her other hand on the steering wheel, Gwynn gave the most audible gulp you could imagine before giving the officer two thumbs up.

I kept staring forward and hoped I would blink normally so as not to be seen as a threat.

“You two have a safe drive home,” the officer said as he and his partner lowered their flashlights and headed back to their squadcar.

We headed home in shock.

She still quivers when I whisper the word ‘ballet’ in her ear in public.

And here we were again.

I pulled out of Dr. Mboku’s garage and Gwynn pulled out a bottle.

“What’s that?” I asked as I contemplated taking the back road home again.

“It’s honey with cannabis,” she said as she inspected the bottle. Gwynn stared intently at the small amber container that looked as though it came from the Saturday market.

“Mirror?” I read as I waited for the light to change.

“I guess that’s what it’s called,” Gwynn said before I pulled into the heavy traffic.

The ride home was quiet as a heavy rain cloud engulfed the city.

I waited for a sense of nervousness to fill our car on the ride home but it never emerged. Drugs were far from our thing. We had two bottles of wine in our house – a wedding gift and a house warming gift. We didn’t drink or smoke, yet here she carried a small bottle of cannabis infused honey. I was a little nervous because she wasn’t nervous at all.

We pulled into our garage and Gwynn smoothly escaped into the house. I watched her hips and waist move. She always had a sexy sway to her. But sometimes that sway was more of a dance, like a stripper on a pole. I licked my lips unconsciously.

We settled into our house as the storm outside grew stronger. We’d planned to have an early dinner and go for a long run in the morning, but I couldn’t take my mind off of the bottle that was inside my wife’s purse. I set the alarm to the house, threw on some sweats and t-shirt before helping Gwynn in the kitchen.

Halfway through chopping asparagus she asked if I was okay trying the bottle that night. I could see from in her eyes that she was beyond ready, but I wasn’t certain what she was ready for.

The cannabis was a big leap for us, but the seriousness of her question was grounded in the idea that we would be having a threesome in her mind. I struggled with question because it was just the two of us.

But I simply answered with a smile and a kiss.

After a light meal we made some tea and added our new honey. We slowly sipped from our cups and stared at each other as though something magical would happen.

Nothing happened.

We finished our cups, threw the amber bottle in the trash and headed upstairs to watch a movie.

As we sat quietly on the couch in our entertainment room, I played in her hair before feeling overwhelmed with a tired feeling. I reached over to see if she was awake and realized she was fast asleep. I thought about waking her up but I fell asleep thinking about how I would keep myself awake.

Somewhere in my sleep I was awakened by Gwynn’s hands on my naked thighs. Then I heard a subtle slapping sound. The hands were on my balls when I realized that the slapping sound I was hearing was my wife being fucked from behind. While my dick hardened my senses slowly caught up.

Gwynn moaned as she rocked back and forth from the fucking she was getting from behind. Her breasts hung over my dick as they bounced with every thrust. As I came to my senses I had an awkward expectation of seeing Dr. Mboku’s nephew behind my wife, but the tattoo on his arm covered a lighter shade of skin that all looked too familiar. The hips smacking against her ass bahçeşehir escort cheeks got louder as the fog began to lift in my head.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

As my wife tried to focus on sucking my dick, she couldn’t sustain a rhythm because she was thoroughly enjoying the pounding.

I kept trying to look up at the gentleman that was fucking my beautiful bride.

But I kept looking at her beautiful mane of curly hair and her powerful shoulders and the curve from her back to her ass.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

His hand crept up her waist and I noticed the tattoo from earlier. It was connected to a wedding ring. I started to realize a familiarity about the man who was by now thoroughly fucking the joy into my wife.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

I was about to look up when I was distracted by my wife’s uncontrollable orgasm that put all three of into a chaotic thrust. My dick was deep into her mouth as she clawed my chest with her white French tip nails.

As her climax descended I expected her to collapse on top of me, but she surprised me spinning herself around positioning herself into reverse cowgirl on top of me. While I was thoroughly enjoying my dick in her dripping wet pussy, I couldn’t help but notice her holding this man’s dick while sucked her own juices from his balls.

And then I saw the wedding ring and tattoo holding my wife’s head and had a mind clearing realization. The other man my wife was licking clean was me.

The wedding ring and the tattoo were mine. The dick that was now in her mouth was mine. The man standing above my wife while she straddled my dick was somehow me.

As I began to try to make sense of what my eyes were telling me, Gwynn’s gyrations gained speed and depth. The pounding she was receiving from behind was now happening to me.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

Her ass cheeks against my thighs was a mesmerizing sound that was matched by the bobbing her head was doing to the dick that was in her mouth – the dick that somehow belonged to me.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

I wanted to focus on the other me, but I was too distracted by how thoroughly my wife was fucking me and sucking him … or me … with such a rhythm that I couldn’t imagine this being her first rodeo. Her pussy was dripping all over me with every clap of her ass onto me.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

I was starting to feel the pressure within me. Her pussy was pounding me hard and another orgasm was close. As I held her waist she began to quiver uncontrollably.

That’s when I heard me say, “Oh, fuck!”

Gwynn’s toes curled as she dug her nails into his thighs. She was being filled from both ends as her pussy and mouth overflowed with the come that she wanted. The tattoo and ring were buried in her curly hair as he held her head to make sure she swallowed every ounce.

Gwynn continued to quiver though she was practically limp.

I closed my eyes. Tightly at first, but then I couldn’t open them as I felt my entire collapse with a long exhale.

The next thing I remember was the sun hitting my face.

The morning sun was peering through the window as we lay naked. Gwynn was nuzzled into me. Her soft breasts and warm thighs were no longer sexy. They were comforting. She was glowing.

I began to remember the details of the evening’s activities but I assumed it was the cannabis that had caused some wild hallucinations. I was still in a daze as I rolled out from under Gwynn and our crusty mess.

As I stood in front the bedroom mirror I smirked at the scratches that were on my chest. But my grin dissolved when I felt the subtle sting on my thighs, too.

As I started to recapture moments from the night before in my head, I remembered fucking Gwynn from behind and then coming in her mouth while she rode another man.

The confusion started to kick in when Gwynn grabbed me from behind. She grabbed my limp dick and whispered, “I had the wildest dream or we had the wildest sex. You’re come is still fucking dripping down my leg!”

“A threesome?” I said aloud.

“That was the dream,” Gwynn said before she realized she hadn’t told me what her dream was about yet. I could feel her holding me tighter.

We stood there in silence as we tried to individually piece together what had really happened.

“No more drugs,” we said allowed before jumping into the shower.

Two months later in Dr, Mboku’s office, Gwynn and I replay that evening with every detail we can think of. We offer our theories on what might have happened.

Dr. Mboku sat patiently as we explained away the absurdity of Gwynn fucking two of me. We waited for the typical words of clarity that would put us at after sixty days of angst.

“You do realize that there is one part of your story that I cannot understand,” Dr. Mboku says from across the room standing next to a large, framed black and white photograph of a young man. Gwynn squeezed my arm as she saw something she recognized.

“This is my only nephew, Spieél,” Dr. Mboku quietly explained. “He could not have given you any such drugs two months ago. He was killed by a witch doctor because he got caught sleeping with three of his daughters. That was over 20 years ago. My staff must have put you up to such an elaborate story. Now get out of my office and I will see you in two months to hear about how you made love on the moon!”

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Author’s note:

As with all my series, this one started with just one germ of an idea that developed in my imagination one scenario at a time. Eventually, the series felt like it was at a nice place to end after 14 individual episodes. As I prepared to publish the collection on Literotica, I knew the full 80-some pages would be too long for one entry, so I thought about how it might be divided. As I re-read the story sequentially, I felt 3 distinct story segments emerge. I will publish each of these as I complete QA checks:

“Part 1-My New Family” comprises 5 episodes about the narrator’s view of the emerging sexual integration with his new wife and stepdaughter.

“Part 2-Helping Out.” in 5 episodes I explore what happens when the sexual freedom in the family touches Honey’s school.

The final four episodes are “Part 3-Adopting New Sisters”. It gives a glimpse into Anne’s generosity, sharing her husband with her girlfriends.

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Part II. Helping out

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Chapter 6. Homework Helper

Bee-beep

Just as I was getting into the car to come home from work I got this text:

-From my Hot Lover Please come right up to my office when you get home.

That seemed ominous.

Bee-beep

-From my Hot Lover Honey and I need your help with her psych project. See you soon :*

Bee-beep

– From my Hot Lover P.S. Leave your shoes on and bring your briefcase, thanks Lover.

I waited a couple seconds to make sure there weren’t any more messages and responded:

-From your Daddy Got it. Be home in 15.

Our house is an old-style colonial with 4 bedrooms upstairs. On one end is the master suite. Honey’s room is on the other end. The middle two rooms serve as our guest room -which has a small desk I sometimes use- and Anne’s office. All four rooms have windows that look out the back of the house onto the pond at the back of the neighboring horse property.

We finished her office in dark walnut paneling. There is a large executive desk in the middle that has a view of the door to one side and the pond on the other. Her desk is sparsely adorned: a simple blotter and a classic desk lamp with a green glass shade. Anne’s chair is a comfortable leather executive chair. Opposite, there are two leather side chairs.

When I arrived home, I parked in the garage as usual. As I entered the mud room, Anne met with a kiss, “Right on time. Let’s get right upstairs, Honey is waiting.” She was wearing a tight, black pencil skirt, a white long sleeve blouse, dark stockings with a seam up the back and red stiletto pumps. She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. Her office is door directly in front of the stairs. It was closed. There was a black cloth bag hanging on the door knob.

Anne took the bag from the door knob and knocked tap tap tap then tap tap and I heard Honey say, “Ready when you are.” With that, Anne grabbed my left hand as she opened the door with her right.

I only had a second to see Honey with her back to the window holding a video camera when she said, “Hi Daddy. Mom, masks please. Rolling video.”

Anne put on an lacey costume mask and slipped the bag over my head.

[Honey narrating]

Step 1: sensory deprivation and isolation

We are going to explore reversal of power roles in the modern sexual society. Our executive has just been brought into a meeting by the assistant. He knows he is in his office. He knows every detail of the room, at least as he remembers it. Until this experiment is over, all he will have are those memories and the stimuli that are supplied.

The assistant leads the blindfolded subject to the desk. She takes the briefcase and places it on the corner of the desk. Then takes his suit coat folds it, and lays it on top.

The assistant says, ‘please have a seat and don’t say another word until I remove your mask.’ Then she shoves him into the chair. The chair has been prepared with four short ropes: one at each arm and two secured to the center pedestal below the seat.

She unbuttons his cuffs and secures each hand, palm up. Then she slips each foot into a loop, puts it outside one of the five casters and pulls it backward as she tightens the rope at the center of the chair.

Step 2: humiliation

The assistant dresses down the executive, starting at the top where she vigorously rustles the black hood back and forth until she is sure she has messed up his hair. She loosens his tie, takes it out from under the collar and flips it back over his shoulder then she unbuttons the rest of his shirt. She opens it completely and pulls it off his shoulders leaving his chest fully exposed.

She unbuckles his belt and pulls it completely out of all the loops and drops it casually on the floor. After she has unzipped his suit pants, she wrestles them over his butt and pulls them down below his knees leaving only his silk boxers to hide his male anatomy.

The assistant then checks to see whether this activity has resulted in any arousal. gaziosmanpaşa escort She feels the front of his boxers and says, ‘Unresponsive; no indication of manhood at all.’

Step 3: pain

Failing to see a response from the forced dressing down, the assistant moves on to her next tactic, pain. She opens the desk and finds a ruler. She slaps her hand with it by the executive’s head. He jerks his head to the opposite side as though he had been struck. The assistant smiles at the reaction. She slaps her hand again on the other side of his head and he jerks the other way. How will he respond to actual physical contact with the ruler? She lightly slaps his open left hand and his fingers twitch reflexively. The strike is stinging, but barely raises a mark. She continues slapping in rapid succession, each new strike bringing more blood to the surface and increasing the color. She repeats the process on his right hand until both palms look as if he had just had a rope pulled through them.

Now it is time to move on to more tender parts. The assistant moves behind the chair and gives a light slap of the ruler on his right nipple. He jumps, straining his bindings at the surprising sting. Again, it is a light strike, barely leaving a mark and again, she rapidly applies slaps until she can see the blood coloring his chest around the nipple. Now to the front of the chair, she begins slapping the inside of his left thigh. Harder now as he is getting used to the pain. She watches his groin intently to see whether this is arousing him. She is again disappointed to see it is not.

Step 4. light touch

Having determined that the pain device she had planned was ineffective, the assistant puts the ruler back into the desk. She goes to her purse and retrieves a long ostrich plume. It is scented with her perfume. She waves the feather lightly in front of his masked face to release the fragrance. She sees his chest heave as he inhales deeply. Finally, she notices the smallest indication of appreciation in his boxers. Maybe the scent has some aphrodisiac quality or maybe it is awakening a familiar context that the other deprivation blocked. She begins lightly tracing the edge of the blindfold with tip of the feather to leave as much residual fragrance as she can before she begins working on the sense of touch.

She moves the feather down from his neck barely brushing the hair on his chest. When she arrives at his breast area, she lightly circles the hairless nipple as she blows cool air on it. It hardens visibly. This is something more interesting and more worthy of her attention. She flicks the hardened nipple with the tip of her tongue while she tickles the other nipple with the feather. It too responds favorably. Standing, she moves the plume lightly down his side and across his belly. She sees goose bumps rising in the wake of her movements. When she reaches the waistband of his boxers, she sees a hardening mound of silk. She flips the plume and uses the quill end to trace the now obvious ridge of his cock, looks to the camera and smiles. ‘I think everything is working now.’

Thank you very much. Please put the feather away and join me on the other side of the desk for the interview.

Step 5. learnings

First, thanks for participating in this little project with me. I couldn’t have done it without my two willing subjects. So tell me, what interested you in participating?

“Well, in the first place it is a compelling question. Everybody thinks they understand about gender roles in sex, but I don’t think there has been enough actual experimentation that breaks it down like you did. I had never thought about the role that the senses play like that.”

Oh, thank you. I wasn’t sure if the experiment design would be effective. What do you think we demonstrated in the various stages of the experiment?

“First off, and I think this applies to both genders and sex in general, the disorientation that is caused by shutting out the environment creates a situation where sexual pleasure is the furthest thing from the subject’s mind. I am sure our executive was running through a range of emotions from excitement to anticipation to fear. Even though the surroundings were familiar when he walked into the room he may as well have been in a third-world prison, he was probably thinking about baser needs.”

Good observation. So the first stage of the experiment didn’t so much inform role reversal as it used a reversal of roles as a pretext. That’s fine. What else did you see?

“I think the big take away is you have to keep watching to see whether what you are doing works so you don’t unintentionally push beyond limits. Not everyone knows for themselves what they might find sexually arousing. What works one time might not work the next, for whatever reason. I was checking frequently to see what signals his body was sending. It was more difficult not being able to see his eyes or facial expressions. So I think sexual exploration is better done escort istanbul when there is some light for better mood and response observation.”

Do you have any other comments about the process before we end this video?

“I want to say ‘thanks’ for me and I’ll take a chance and say thanks for my partner as well. I hope this experiment provides lots of opportunities for discussion and allows people to have a greater enjoyment of their sexual activities.”

Thank you. This recording was made by Honey for Psy300-Human Sexuality; click.

[Video reorder off. End narration]

Anne removed her mask and set it on the desk and she and Honey walked around to the chair where I was still restrained and blindfolded. They knelt down in front of me one on each side. They each slid a hand up my inner thigh and their hands met at my pubic area inside my boxers. One squeezed my cock the other my balls for just the briefest moment. Then in unison, they drew their hands back down my thighs lightly scratching as they went. They slipped off my shoes, untied the ropes and slid off my suit pants.

After they had each untied one of my wrists, they ran their fingers up my arms and each took a side of the black bag. Together they lifted it off and leaned in and kissed a cheek. In one ear I heard the whisper “Thanks Daddy” in the other “Thanks Lover.”

I turned and kissed Anne on the lips and said, “I agree with what you said about light and being able to observe to know what is working in sex. You know I would have agreed to do this experiment, but I’m glad you didn’t brief me on it before. I probably would have compensated in some way that would have spoiled the experiment.”

“Would you like to have us play in a way we can all appreciate before dinner?” Anne asked.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

Anne said, “Honey had thought maybe we could pick up where we left off the experiments, but without the bindings and blindfold. How does that sound?”

“Sure, I was starting to enjoy the feather.”

“Do you mind if we take a less clinical approach from now on?” She said laughing.

We all laugh as I feigned hesitation, “Um, no. I’m happy to leave the clinic for the rest of the day.”

“Us too, right Honey? Heh heh heh. Why don’t you grab the feather and see what you can do with it,” Anne said as she removed my shirt and pulled off my boxers.

While Honey was fetching the feather, Anne sat on the arm of the chair, leaned back across my chest, wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me passionately. Now I was fully engaged in foreplay and my cock was rising to the occasion.

I felt the tickle of the feather at my shins and heard Honey say, “This is not going to work.” She removed my socks then she proceeded down my leg with the light tickle of the feather until she found my toes. She spent several minutes prompting funny reflexive actions from my piggies before she started working her way up the inside of my legs.

I get the impression that Anne and Honey had done more than just orchestrate the class project. They seemed to have planned how they were going to tag team me through the end of this entire session. Anne continued kissing and caressing and giving attention to my face while Honey focused on the lower part of my body. She began with very slow, deliberate tickling all over my body. Anywhere there was skin exposed, she found it with the feather.

I was already very stimulated by the attention I was getting from my lovely wife. I don’t know what kind of signal they had worked out or whether it was just a coincidence of 3 people being very in tune with each other, but suddenly the feather seemed to zero in on my groin. First just circling my scrotum then down around my asshole and back to the base of my cock. It was moving inch by inch up and down from my asshole to the corona.

For each trip to the tip, Honey lingered. She traced the taut, sensitive skin around the head with excruciating patience until she saw the involuntary bobbing that indicated I was getting close to the edge. After the fifth or sixth time she did this she noticed a drop of precum starting to ooze. She said, “Mom, it’s almost time, may I do what we talked about?”

Anne answered, “If you are sure you want to you may.”

Honey put down the feather, cupped my balls in her left hand and grabbed my cock with her right, squeezing to calm the growing spasms. Then she leaned forward and licked the drop of precum. “Mmm. It’s a bit salty. Not too different from my own sex juice. But I want it all, not just a taste, okay, Daddy?”

“Yes, Baby. I’m sure you and your mother have already talked about it. I’m so close now, I could explode at the smallest stimulation, so get yourself ready so you don’t miss anything.”

“You just lean back and kiss mom. I know what I want to do. Ready Mom?”

“I’m ready Honey.” With that Honey put her mouth over the head of my cock, pressed her tongue hard at the tip and took her hand off the shaft. Meanwhile esenler escort Anne thrust her tongue into my mouth looking for mine. I met hers and she sucked it into her mouth just as Honey started sucking hard on my cock and squeezing my balls. They timed it perfectly. I could feel the throbbing of my cock as it fired shot after shot into Honey’s mouth and Anne’s tongue was working up and down the length of mine at the same time.

It was crazy; almost as if I was coming from both ends at once. Honey squeezed and sucked. Anne sucked and I went from nearly every muscle in a state of tension to feeling completely drained. As Anne felt the energy draining from me, she let my tongue slide out of her mouth and she gave me a full, yet soft kiss.

Honey continued massaging my balls and milking my cock trying to get every last drop from me. She squeezed from the bottom to the top and licked each drop as it presented itself until she was sure there was no more to be had. At last she said, “Good to the last drop.” She patted my cock playfully as she stood up. “You think you can handle him from here, Mom? I need to go do some video editing before turning in my project.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Yes Dear, I think I can handle him from here. I hope you get an A on your work.”

As Honey left the office, Anne hugged my neck and whispered, “You’re the best.” We rocked slowly in the chair cuddling until the sun was down.

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Chapter 7. Post Show Dinner and a Play

Anne kissed me and eased herself off the arm of the office chair. She said, “I’m thinking about dinner. You?”

“Now that you mention it, I’m famished.”

As she walked toward the door of the office, I couldn’t help staring at her in those shiny red stilettos. Her shapely legs were covered with dark, seamed stockings. She was so damn sexy looking in them with her tight, black pencil skirt and starched white blouse. “You take care of your clothes and get dressed while I start the food. See you downstairs with Honey in about 15?”

“Perfect,” I said as I slid on my boxers and shirt. As she left the room I grabbed my briefcase in my left hand and laid my jacket, pants and belt over my left forearm. I grabbed my shoes in my right hand. I left the ropes for Anne or Honey to take care of.

I went into our room and hung my suit in the closet and threw the rest of my clothes in the hamper. I washed my face and brushed my hair then jumped into a set of warm ups that was waiting for my time in our basement gym.

I walked down the balcony hall past Anne’s office and the guest room to get Honey. Knock, knock “Mom’s getting dinner together. Are you at a stopping point?”

The door flew open and Honey sprang out, kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand. I guess she was ready. We skipped quickly down the stairs around the corner and into the kitchen.

We saw three big bowls of romaine. Slices of chilled, grilled chicken breast, anchovies and the chopped red onion I like were arrayed in dishes around the bowls. There was also a grater with Romano cheese waiting to be sprinkled on the assembled salads. Anne was at the blender finishing the Caesar dressing. The smell of the garlic toast crisping in the oven caused my mouth to water in anticipation.

The table was set with place mats, silverware and tall glasses of ice water garnished with sliced cucumber. Ding. Anne pulled the garlic toast from the oven and put it on the rack to cool. She drizzled the dressing from the blender pitcher onto the lettuce and said, “go ahead and put your fixin’s on, grab some toast and let’s sit down and eat.

As we took our usual chairs, Honey was the first to speak, “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

“I can’t lie, that was the most unusual welcome home I’ve ever experienced. How did you come up with the idea?”

“It really was for my Human Sexuality psychology class. We were given a research assignment on the topic of “Social Norms in Modern Sexuality.” We have to present our results either as a speech or a skit or something else. Mom and I have had lots of talks over the past year or two on what’s good sex and what’s not. What’s supposedly normal and what gets classified as fetish.

“I told mom my idea and asked if she’d be willing to help. She said yes, but laid down some ground rules.”

Anne added, “I told her that she could not show genitalia or anyone’s face. She said that almost fit with what she had in mind and that it maybe made things even more interesting.”

“Right. I was going to have mom in a mask to be the anonymous mistress, but having you completely blind let me play more on the idea of sensory deprivation. Then it all just came together. I truly didn’t know how you would respond to any of the stimuli. I was a little surprised. I got the impression from mom that you always had a hard on for her.”

“Ha ha ha. Very funny, you two,” I said. “I’m glad we didn’t have to disprove that myth for your assignment. What else was part of the plan?”

“Well, I was limited by the teacher to using only 15 minutes for my presentation and since we had to stay R rated, Mom said it would be nice if we came up with a reward for you after we were done with the recording. I came up with the idea of giving you the blow job and Mom had the idea of her focusing on your mouth while I used the feather to make it all flow together. Did you like your reward?”

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This is a work of fiction in which all characters are of the age of consent or older.

*****

To know the taste of a woman is to know desire—pure. Her face is the architecture of beauty, her skin—the satin that envelops the world into darkness. Disarray, discontent, and chaos shadow her every move. I have known such a woman. Only once, in the night, in the heat of youth, we merged and became.

I ran my fingers through her tresses. They curled serpentine and smooth, the color of burnt wheat with the honey-suckle scent of spring. A new beginning is what she had promised with her eyes more so than her words. She took my hand and led me to the promise of something not quite stable but erratic and erotic in nature. And I wanted this more than anything in my life before.

Sometimes when flesh intersects it is soft and gentle. Barely a kiss, I was addicted to her taste. She sat down next to me and began to unbutton my shirt, each exposure of flesh bringing with it a touch, a nibble, a caress. The air was cool yet warming in a wondrous way and seemed to fog around me, lifting me from the normality of the moment into a magical realm. She knelt between my open thighs, outlining my womanhood as if şirinevler escort she had never imagined such joy. And then she really kissed me. At first closed lips against closed lips. Then she opened me to the feel of her tongue gliding deep within me. She took my clit between her lips and began to suck while stroking it tenderly up and down, then from side to side.

As I approached my silent orgasm, she climbed onto my lap wrapping her legs around my waist. I embraced her and we looked at each other. I wanted to die in her arms. As if she had read my every secret wish, her eyes, a deep disturbing blue, illuminated like the first rays of summer sun ascending in the morning sky. Her hands held my face, cradled like a child, and she kissed my forehead. She continued with butterfly kisses down the side of my face and along the tender of my neck. Lifting her head, she asked for my final permission. I closed my eyes in surrender.

The first time a man enters a woman, no matter how loving and with how much care, there is a pain that is followed by a strange new pleasure. He invades something that up until the moment of penetration has never been escort istanbul breached. He stretches and redefines the meaning of woman. Some believe this is the natural order of things. Some believe that the great plan is for man to create sexual passion for woman. But what if this is not the way of things. What if another woman can redefine the meaning of the universe, life, love, blue, green?

She pierced me in a way that no man thus had. And it was pain followed by a slow ebbing pleasure that spread throughout not only my body, but also my mind, my soul, recreating my being. For the first time, I knew that my life would never be trapped with the sameness that binds all humans. I had moved beyond that with her. And whatever she would offer would be scary and sensual.

How long we stayed locked in our embrace I could not say. But time passed as time does. And then there was another, tall, graceful, but fully male. His scent was novel yet known. At this point I could not see with the clarity of vision. It was seeing with that sixth sense rarely used. She moved behind me now, and he stood over me. I felt her hands guiding me to lie back onto her lap. She kissed me as he ataköy escort filled me. His hands kneading my breast as his pace increased. Her tongue slipped along mine down to my throat and I wept. I closed my eyes against the intenseness. I could feel his tongue lavishing one nipple then the other, the roughness only making them harder and more sensitive. Then he too tasted me. Only his bite was amplified by the triple penetration.

Heaven is clouds and wisps of white, with angelic voices singing with exuberance. But for me heaven has a different meaning. It is the heat that encases all of one’s senses, shrouds the body in carnal lust, and the soul is freed. Pleasure, joy, happiness exist in my heaven as servants of sexual bliss; pain, its only equal. In this pain, I found that heaven that until now I only thought existed in myths and legends. And when the usually elusive orgasm found me, I welcomed it with out-stretched arms and naked vision.

The night twisted and bent, lead to so many wild experiences. He had become my lover as surely as she always was meant to be my love. With the two of them, we created unknown cravings and gave birth to the exotic. But it all began with her. She was the one to lead me into the garden of delights, leaving all that was known behind like the closing of a favorite book. To know the taste of a woman is pure desire. To know the taste of an immortal woman is a shattering addictive lust that consumes like a raging fire. And I have become the phoenix rising anew from her eternal flames.

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