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Ever since I could remember I’ve had this dirty little thought about older ‘daddy-types’ teaching a younger twink how to suck dick and take a good fucking.

This real life story is about the first time I ever sucked a daddy dick…

Well, for starters, I am in my late twenties but can pass for about 21-22 if I shave and wear the right type of clothing. I’ve always thought I had a nice bubble butt and could picture someone fucking it, sucking it, doing all the dirty things that should be done to it.

So I decided I’d travel for the first time alone before I got into my thirties, and also decided that there were some things that I needed to get ‘out of my system’ before hitting the dirty thirties.

I booked a flight to visit Hong Kong, as it was always a place that had excited me. Asian men do not excite me, but the city itself is bustling and full of mature foreign men who want to explore their appetite. This was the time… the time I was going to have my daddy fantasy and go full steam ahead without looking back.

I spent a few weeks searching and placing ads on websites like Craigslist, trying to meet someone who I thought fit. I don’t find myself attracted to men, but I do find myself attracted to the idea of sucking cock, taking cock, but only by a mature man who is gentle and has a nice cock. Whatever that means… I’ve never had someone else’s cock in my hand, mouth or ass before. The idea of it gave me this sensation that I have never had with a woman before.

So finally I met two guys online who seemed to fit the part of what I was looking for. I decided to go with this guy named Sean. He worked in finance, was married, and had a few children. He sent me pics of his cock and face so I could be sure I was safe and knew who I was meeting. He sounded like he really wanted my virgin mouth around his cock.

I bursa escort was extremely nervous because I had never been with a man before, especially in a foreign country, and with someone I met online. I was in my hotel room alone feeling confused, horny, nervous. Anyway, he offered to bring some beer to the hotel and said he would be there in 15 mins. I wasn’t truly ready for the experience but I had waited long enough and had to know what a mature and gentle daddy dick tasted like. I’d seen enough pornos to help guide me through the cock sucking process, but still I was hesitant as it was my first time.

He arrived at about 8pm to the floor of my hotel. I opened my hotel room and introduced myself to him before letting him come in. He was tall, fit and toned, bald, glasses, and a gentle and kind looking man. When he came in I had just got out of the shower, hair still wet, and only had on a t-shirt and my underwear.

There were two beds in the small room, so we both sat on separate ones while we cracked open a beer. I didn’t know how to really start it and didn’t want to be too aggressive, so I am glad that he asked me if I was comfortable that he took his pants and boxers off.

When he slid off his underwear and his nice thick cock and balls fell out, I was trying not to salivate and look stupid. I sipped my beer and couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. He could notice that I was intrigued and stood up and asked if I wanted to touch it. I looked up at him and nodded, yes. I reached out and grabbed his cock with my hand and started stroking it gently as I looked him in his piercing blue eyes. It started to get hard in my hands and felt so good it gave me goosebumps.

After about 30-40 seconds, his hard and throbbing dick was in my hands and I couldn’t resist it anymore. On my knees çanakkale escort in between the two beds, I looked up at him and slowly wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and I heard him moan. I had the thick head in my mouth and was using my tongue to lick around it. I put my hands on his ass and slowly pushed him forward while his cock slid deeper into my mouth. He let out a sexy moan and told me I was doing a good job.

I slowly went back and forth on his cock for about 5 minutes before he started to increase the tempo. I put my hands on his legs and let him hold my head as he guided his cock in and out my mouth. At one point his cock slipped out of my mouth and his wet cock slid all over my face. It felt so hot and I felt like his little bitch. He rubbed his cock on my face and all over my tongue before slowly putting it back in my mouth as he looked deep in my eyes.

I was sucking cock. I was actually sucking a cock. Not just any cock, but a sexy daddy cock. It felt… really good!

After a few minutes on my knees staring up and pleasing this daddy’s cock, he sat down on the bed while I was in between his legs letting his cock go down my throat more and more. His head was so soft and squishy, not what i thought a cock would feel like, but I liked sucking the head of his penis and kissing it while it stood hard and at attention.

While he lay on his back I began slowly licking his big balls as his wet cock was standing right in front of me. I then ran my tongue from his balls all the way up his shaft and back to the tip of his cock again. He was telling me things like “good boy,” and “you are a great cock sucker.”

His words of encouragement made me feel really turned on and excited. I looked down at my cock and had the biggest hard on I think I’d ever had rize escort in my life. As I got use to having a cock inside my mouth I became more comfortable and was able to push his dick deeper into my wet mouth.

I climbed onto the bed, still in between his legs, while still worshipping his daddy dick. He was telling me I was way better than his Asian wife and that he couldn’t believe this was my first time. I was still there slurping away on this man’s cock and he kept lifting my head up because he was going to bust his load but didn’t want to.

In my head I always thought that there was no way I would want to taste cum, not even my own. I always thought that was disgusting!

I was sucking on his dick much faster now and could feel it pulsating. His pre cum was dripping out and I sucked up every drip of it. Even though I did not want to taste cum, or never had the desire, I didn’t want to remove my mouth from his thick cock. I wanted to please him and help him climax so badly.

His cock was bouncing off the back of my throat and my hand slipping up and down his wet cock made him weak and I could feel his body reacting. He kept saying I am going to cum, I am going to cum, but I didn’t remove my mouth. The next thing I know his warm load shot deep into my mouth and as I realized this I opened my mouth and my saliva along with his hot cum dripped out of my mouth and all over his cock. I quickly sucked the rest that was coming out of his cock.

I was breathing deep breaths as i was tired from pleasing this man so intensely. I felt a huge rush all over my body. I felt satisfied. I felt dirty. I felt like daddy’s little bitch.

Shortly after we talked a bit and then he left to go back to his kids. He emailed me right away to thank me and tell me how shocked he was that it was my first time sucking cock. He begged me to have him over again as many times as possible before I left town.

I felt so dirty but so good at the same time. I was so turned on by the whole older-younger scenario and I had such a great time, I had to see him again. After all, I did not get a chance to feel daddy’s cock inside of my ass. I wanted it soooo badly!!

To be continued…

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[Author’s Note: I’m not sure about turning this into a series. Let me hear your feedback (thoughts or idea’s welcome), and I will take it from there. Thanks again MasterofControl2003 for the excellent editing!]

I knew his game from the first moment I saw him cruising the beach. I knew he was looking for a new Daddy and I was willing to fill that role for him, but I would make him beg me first.

His body was that of a man’s although his babyface made his age harder to determine. His dirty blonde hair fell across his face and I watched his eyes go crinkly with his smile. He was shaking out his towel, trying to catch anyone’s attention. His chest and body was slim and lean with just the hint of muscle development under his tanned skin. His bright blue board shorts accentuated his slim build as they clung to his hips exposing a faint trail of hair from his navel -downward into the waistband.

He looked my way, his eyes widening in surprise as we made eye contact. I gave him an appraising look up and down his body letting him know of my interest. My eyes lingered on his crotch, just to make sure he got the point, before I turned and walked up to the bar.

I motioned to the bartender, Ted. Ted knew me and quickly made a drink for me. I had a boat at this dock and had spent the morning cleaning it as I prepared it to go out this afternoon. Ted has been a guest on my boat on a few occasions. Well, it helped that I owned the restaurant as well.

I am in my late 30’s and had come down to the island after selling my business on the mainland and more or less retiring though I now own a few new businesses on the island and even do consulting from time to time. I am pretty average looking, though more fit than most guys my age from working on my boats. Now I was able to spend a large portion of my time relaxing and indulging my vices.

I watched the beach boy come in and look around the room. I turned my head away before he could see me but as I expected he came to sit by me just a moment later. He cleared his throat in nervousness.

Ted and I were having a conversation about the weather and where I might be boating today so I did not turn to the boy. I did, however, reach over and placed my hand on his leg at mid-thigh, causing him to jump slightly. I continued my conversation with Ted, occasionally moving my hand up and down in a caress, but nothing over the top. To his credit, the boy waited patiently if a little uncertainly.

I ended the conversation by telling Ted to give the boy whatever he wanted to drink. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the boy turn to look at me in question. I casually took a sip of my drink, still having not looked at him. He nervously cleared his throat and ordered a soda.

Once Ted walked away, I turned to face the boy who was staring at me curiously. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I asked. “Someone to take care of you?”

“Um, I guess. I mean, who doesn’t want that?” he joked, trying to lighten the mood and perhaps to make his intentions less obvious.

“Do you work?” I demanded.

“Uh, no, I’m not working right now.” He lowered his eyes for a moment in shame or at least to pretend shame. “I’m actually in kind of a bind right now.”

I said to myself, ‘Just as I thought.’ He would see his opportunity and take it if I responded. Now he would give me his sob story about how his mom died and his girlfriend kicked him out and he got fired and now he had no money and nowhere to go… or something like that.

I was in no mood to listen to his tale, so I didn’t take the bait and ask him the follow up question he hoped for. Instead, I changed the subject. Ted had just brought the boy’s drink, so I asked him about the lunch specials. I ordered the catch of the day for myself and a burger for the boy. When I finished I turned back to the boy with my eyebrow raised, daring him to change the order.

He smiled tentatively, “Thanks.” I could tell that he didn’t know what to make of me.

“Don’t thank me,” I said. “I left my wallet at home. I’ll have to put you to work to pay for the meal,” I said with a straight face. It was all true, but he didn’t need to know the particulars.

He studied me for a minute before laughing timidly, not sure if I was kidding. I smiled and he visibly relaxed. “How old are you?” I asked.

“24,” was his response after a couple of beats.

“No, you’re not. Why would you feel the need to lie to a total stranger?”

He didn’t answer but ducked his head down. I lifted it with a hand under his chin and repeated my question, looking him right in the eyes. “I’m 19,” he confessed. I studied him for a moment before releasing my grip on his chin. “What happened to your last Daddy?”

He looked at me with surprise, but I had decided I might as well be straightforward. I took another sip of my drink before turning back to face him.

He muğla escort seemed unsure how to respond. I was glad he decided to be honest. “Um, his wife found out.”

I chuckled, “Well, I’m not married, so that solves that.”

I told Ted to call my cell phone when the food was ready. I stood then and, taking hold of the boy’s hand, I stepped toward the door. Again, he had a questioning look on his face, but he didn’t say anything as he followed me out the door, down the dock, and to my boat.

As we walked, still holding his hand with mine, I mused that neither of us knew the other’s name, but I decided that didn’t matter. I stepped onto the larger of my boats and helped him follow. I guided him down below into the air-conditioned cabin.

He was looking around appreciatively when I pulled him to my body and engulfed his mouth with my own. The kiss was rough and demanding and I was pleased how easily and willingly he gave up control. When I pulled back he gave a whimper. I pushed him away from me, a little roughly, and walked away. I turned on the stereo before sitting on the wide leather sofa.

“Alright,” I explained, “This is your audition. Dance for me, show me what I’d be getting.” I licked my lips, being both leering and demanding at the same time. He would submit to me; I knew he would.

Sure enough, after a short moment of thought, during which I think I heard his stomach growl in hunger, he began to sway with the music. I wasn’t really into it that much but wanted an easy demonstration of his submission to me… and he did have an awfully nice body.

He had put his shirt on before coming into the bar. This he now lifted teasingly while stroking his hand across his tight, barely defined abs. He turned around, bending over slightly, displaying his well-shaped ass pressed tightly against his shorts. Eventually he turned again, this time removing his shirt and dropping it to the floor.

His hands rubbed his chest and abdomen, grazing over his nipples. He slid his thumb into the waistband of his shorts. He pushed the shorts down his hips very slowly finally stopping with just a tantalizing strip of pubic hair peaking out of the top. He twisted with the music more, teasing me.

I was starting to get into the dance now just as my phone rang. Recognizing the number, I answered, instructing Ted to put the food into the to-go boxes. I snapped the phone closed, having barely taken my eyes off the hard, writhing body in front of me.

“Go get the food, then come straight back and finish your dance for me,” I ordered.

He paused in his dance, “Um, OK, but I don’t have any money.”

“Your answer should be ‘Yes Sir’ and you won’t need any money. Just go, quickly.”

“Yes Sir,” he responded before pulling his shorts back up and turning. During his absence I took the opportunity to adjust my growing hard on. It was a little uncomfortable the way it was situated and I was thinking that I didn’t want him to see the effect he had on me.

I was standing at the wet bar pouring myself a drink when he returned. I motioned for him to put the food on the table then strolled to meet him in the center of the room again. I kissed him deeply, and he moaned as I pinched a nipple on his still bare chest. Although I enjoyed hearing his moans, the true intent of this kiss was merely to ensure he hadn’t been eating without my permission. Satisfied that the taste in his mouth was all him, I returned to my seat on the couch.

I gestured to that he had the floor, indicating I wished him to resume his dance. A playful smile came across his face as his hips resumed their gyrations. He again tucked his thumbs under the waist band of his shorts but wanted to tease me some more before lowering them.

Feigning disinterest I pulled out my phone to call Angel, my live-in submissive. “Angel, I’m taking the boat out and there is someone new I’d want you to meet.”

I ignored Angel’s questions and watched as the beach boy turned in front of me, lowering his shorts, revealing his perfectly smooth ass. My mouth broke into a wide grin for a moment but I quickly recovered before the boy had a chance to see this effect.

Angel repeated a question I had missed, regaining my attention. “No, we don’t need anything. I’ll order food for you. You have 15 minutes.” I ended the call without waiting for his answer.

Angel would be hurt that I had another boy here but I liked keeping him on his toes. Angel was few years older than this boy but he was short and muscular rather than thin and lean. They would make an interesting pair for me to play with.

The boy turned now, slowly pulling his shorts down and eventually off, revealing a nice six inch cock and a pair of nearly hairless balls. For a moment my mind went blank and I forgot what I had been thinking about. ordu escort Then, dialing Ted, I ordered food for Angel before I forgot what I was doing again.

When I finished the call, I tossed the phone to the side and beckoned the boy forward. He danced closer before straddling my lap. I enjoyed the feel of his knees on either side of me as he continued dancing in my lap. His hard cock was quite obvious as he tried to rub against me as often as possible. I reached out and rubbed my hands down his trim chest, caressing and tweaking his stiff nipples. I enjoyed the way he ground his crotch down into mine, my hard-on again growing painful in my pants.

I wrapped a hand around his throat, firmly, but not cutting off his air supply. He stiffened slightly but still willingly submitted to my control. I breathed deeply, letting the feeling of my power and control wash over me. As much as I loved it, I was ready for the next step.

“Get down on your knees and suck my cock, you slut,” I whispered into his ear before biting his neck. I didn’t draw blood but I was quite firm none the less. I released him and he dutifully slid down to his knees while licking his lips in anticipation.

He reached for my fly, but I grabbed his wrists, stopping him. He looked up at me questioningly. “What do you want, boy?”

“I want to suck your cock, Sir,” he responded easily. I had known he would adjust to a submissive position easily.

“Ask me nicely, whore.” I released his hands and stood before him, rubbing my hard cock through the material of my pants.

“Please, Sir. Please let me suck you hard cock. Please let me taste you, Sir,” he whispered.

I slowly unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly. His eyes followed my hand down and every movement of my fingers. My waiting cock sprang forth from my pants, ready to be pleasured. I slowly stroked it up and down a few times, “Open your mouth, you fucking slut.”

He seemed to really get off on my degrading talk and eagerly opened his mouth while sticking his tongue out a little. I smacked his cheeks with my hard cock leaving a slimy trail of pre-come behind. My thick 8 inches was ready for him. I squeezed it tightly, milking a big drop of pre-come to the tip. “Lick it, slut. Show me how much you like the taste of my cock.”

He eagerly leaned forward, tongue extended, moaning as he tasted my liquid. He lapped at my cock head, licking all around, exactly as commanded, before continuing down the shaft. “Now suck it, boy.”

He slurped down my length, his lips caressing me, trying to get as much of my cock in his mouth as possible, but he was not able to swallow the whole thing. I decided to help him out. I grabbed his head with both of my hands and thrust deep into his mouth, feeling my prick hit the back of his throat as he gagged on my meat.

“Yeah, take it, you dirty whore,” I encouraged him. Tears were leaking from his eyes, but he made no move to stop me. He held onto my hips as I thrust deeper into his throat. I moaned out loud, loving the power, “Oh, yeah, baby, take it.”

He was slobbering all over my cock, his spittle dribbling down his chin and his tears flowing more freely. I thrust in deeply and held his face down on my crotch, blocking his breathing for about 10 seconds before releasing him. I did not let him all of the way off my cock, though, and thrust back in almost immediately.

I heard Angel gasp behind me as he walked in, and saw the boy. I wasn’t surprised to see the hurt expression on his face. “Put the food on the table and get over here,” I ordered, angry that he would think he could be possessive of me. He bowed his head and rushed to comply. He stripped his clothes as he crossed the room as he is not allowed to wear clothes indoors.

Angel knelt next to my beach boy with his head still bowed. Even with my cock still angrily banging in and out of the boy’s mouth, he was still trying to glance at Angel. I briefly admired the sight of the two of them together, next to each other, before pushing the boy’s face off of my cock.

I grabbed Angel’s hair and lifted his face from its bowed position, and immediately thrust deeply into his gorgeous mouth. I watched the boy bend over, coughing and panting, relieved to be rid of the intrusion to his throat. My Angel moaned as I slid fully in and out of his throat. I stopped thrusting and let him lick and suck me at his own pace. I was dangerously close to coming but didn’t want to do so yet.

Angel had an amazing mouth, with fully pouty lips that didn’t quite fit with his thick muscular physique. In fact, his lips are what first drew me to him. But it took me nearly a month of teasing and torturing before he was willing to submit to me and I was able to claim that amazing mouth.

The boy seemed to have recovered and was watching my Angel work his magic, osmaniye escort his eyes occasionally checking out Angel’s erect cock. I walked backwards, my fist in Angel’s hair and cock still in his throat, bringing him along for the ride. He shuffled forward on his knees until I sat back on the couch. I slumped down, ass almost off the seat and pulled Angel up to sit next to me without letting him release my cock.

“Come here and work on my balls, slut,” I instructed the boy. I pushed Angel’s head down firmly onto my cock, burying myself deep in his throat. I marveled at how calmly he accepted this abuse, tongue licking around the base while waiting for me to release him.

The slut came crawling over and went joyously took to licking and sucking my balls. Despite myself, this attention made me moan. I pulled Angel all the way off my cock, his hand quickly replacing his mouth. He looked at me with lustily, his bright blue eyes half lidded. I put one hand on the boy’s head, encouraging him at his work, while the other brought Angel’s face to my own for a kiss.

Angel’s soft lips and amazing tongue, in addition to the boy’s nibbling on my balls, had me in exquisite agony. I moaned, my hips thrusting forward in Angel’s hand. I enjoyed his mouth briefly but again was getting close to coming and had to stop him.

I pushed him gently off the couch, and pointed to the boy at my feet, “Get his ass ready, Angel.”

I could tell by the slump of his shoulders that Angel was not happy to be given this task but he knew better than to object. Since I keep my boat well stocked for all my needs, it was easy for Angel to grab a tube of lube before kneeling behind the boy.

I pulled the boy off of my balls, wanting to watch his face as Angel prepared him. Angel pushed his middle finger into the boy’s asshole. Just as I imagined, the boy’s face was euphoric, his fluttering eyes closed as he let out a moan. “You like that, don’t you, slut?”

“Oh, yes Sir!” he moaned, opening his eyes to look at me. I responded by shoving him back down on my cock. He continued to moan as he sucked on my cock. I love the feel of moans vibrating around my cock, and wasn’t disappointed as Angel continued stretching his hole, adding a second and third finger.

I enjoyed the view for as long as I could take it, burying my cock deep in the slut’s throat, choking him, before pulling him off and standing up. “Stand up,” I directed him, “and lean your body over the couch.” He did as I instructed, “Now tell me what you want, you fucking whore.”

“Please, Sir, I want you to fuck me, Sir!”

I smacked my hand across his ass a few times, not verbally responding. I stood Angel up and wrapped his lubed hand around my hard cock. Angel pumped gently, sensing how close I was. I took the lube from him, squeezing some out, and began to stroke his fat cock with it.

Angel has a short cock, but it is so fat it has to be at least five inches around. While I am circumcised, he is not, and I never tire of playing with his soft brown foreskin. I stroked him now, squeezing his cock past his comfort level but not quite to the point of pain.

When I was satisfied with his hand job I stopped him and pointed to the boy. As he turned from me I slid one greased finger into Angel’s ass hole. “I know my Angel is nice and clean for me. I don’t like fucking dirty little sluts.”

With that, Angel pointed his now fully lubricated cock at the boy’s ass and began to thrust into the boy, forcing a whimper from him. I continued to finger Angel as he plunged deeper into the boy. When his cock was buried all the way I roughly bent him over the boy and shoved most of my cock into him in one deep thrust.

Within moments, the three of us had established a nice rhythm, Angel rocking between the boy and myself. We were moaning and groaning, my only regret was not being able to watch the boy’s face as he made his incredible noises. I leaned over and bit my Angel on the neck, finding that tender spot I love so much. He moaned out loud, sending shivers down my spine.

“Are you ready to come, slut?”

“Yes Sir, please, I NEED to come, Sir!” he answered me breathlessly.

“Stroke his cock Angel,” I kissed the neck in front of me. “You may come when he does.”

I watched Angel’s arm move from the boy’s hip to reach around the front. In almost no time at all, the boy was crying out and Angel increased his thrusting. When I felt Angel’s ass gripping my shaft with his orgasm, I lost it, spewing my white-hot come into my Angel.

The three of us collapsed onto the floor in a tangled, sweaty, panting heap. I chuckled at the look on the boy’s face; it was one of wonder and amazement. Angel sought my face and kissed me deeply, gently.

I left the two of them laying there while I went to the bathroom to clean up. They were sitting on the floor when I emerged, now clothed. I addressed the boy, “If you enjoyed that and think you can take more, then you may join us for our trip this afternoon. If you’re not interested, you have 30 seconds to take your food and get off my boat.”

With that I stepped outside to begin casting-off the lines. I didn’t wait for an answer. I knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

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I was 22 years old, slim and very athletic, have always had girlfriends and have always been very dominant with them. I grew up privately schooled and in the church, but still loved taking my girl whenever and wherever like a normal guy… Until I met a guy named G.

I met him while bowling, an athletic looking 34 year old black guy, not sure why he suddenly took interest in being my friend, but I didn’t have many other than my girlfriend, so I appreciated the friendship. We watched sports on tv and hung out. It was a great friendship.

One evening, he had come over, and it was late, so he asked if he could just stay the night. I said of course and gave him a pillow for the couch. I went to bed without thought. Not long after, he wanted to be in the bed because the couch was uncomfortable, which I thought was strange but alright. I turned over and tried to sleep, wondering what was up with him. He then shocked me like I had never been before. He started touching me, almost as if caressing me. It freaked me out. I moved, but when I did I brushed over his crotch, and felt how monstrous and hard he was. I immediately tensed up, and realized how fast my heart was düzce escort beating, and what was going on.

I put my hand back on his cock and felt him through his pants, it was enormous, and I was the reason. Not wanting to disappoint him, I slowly pulled him out of his pants and started exploring him with my hand, my back still to him. At this point I was shaking because I had no idea what I was doing nor have I seen it… yet… I turned over and faced him, and he guided me down to his waist with his hands and stuck it in front of my face. I tasted him very slowly, opening my mouth has best I could to fit him in. He like it and I began feeling proud that I was pleasing him and took more of him in my mouth. He was a good ten inches.

After a while of this, he got me out of my pjs, and I ended up on top of him, in the 69 position. I sucked him the best I could as he started playing with my ass. I had never felt a tongue all over my hole before and it was amazing. He knew what he was doing and he fucked my ass with his tongue for so long as I moaned while sucking him. My hands played with his balls as he kept edirne escort tonguing my ass and I obediently bobbed my head up and down on his cock. I started really enjoying it.

I surprised both of us, and turned around and tried to sit on his cock. Slowly but surely, I eased his head in my ass. It hurt but I wanted more. I wanted to please him. When I took his cock inside me for the first time, I felt so filled. I was shaking rigorously which made him feel good, and so I started playing with his balls while I rode him. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I shook my hips quickly like my girl would do, and I was so proud. He said he wanted my virginity and this was his plan all along, and me having no idea turned him on. Moaning with him inside me, shaking, and feeling his pulse through his cock, I said my ass is yours. He came very heavily. I could feel every time he squirted. It felt like he was in my stomach.

He pulled out and I immediately started sucking him. I wanted to continue pleasing him. I sucked him for a good ten minutes before he got me into doggie and plunged me as deep as he could. I couldn’t elazığ escort stop gasping loudly every time he rammed me. His balls slapped up against mine and he muffled my yells with his hand, and kept pumping. He said I was his bitch now and slapped my ass. All I could moan was yes over and over. He pounded me so hard that I would have flown across the room had he not had a hold of my neck and face. He pulled out and squirted all over my face. It was warm, and made my face and lips tingle. I was covered in it, and I went back to sucking him.

By this time I was so open, he could do whatever he wanted with me. I went on my back and he shoved his meaty cock in me missionary. He got very deep every thrust. I moaned very loudly, and he kept muffling me. It wasn’t until he came for a third time, that I realized I wanted to be the best he’s ever had, and I was willing to do anything for that. I sucked him clean again and this time he really fucked my face. Twenty minutes of this and he said he would reward me. He came and filled my mouth so quickly with his cum, I gagged on it. I swallowed most of it and coughed up the rest. He told me to go get cleaned up and I did.

For a year, I was to wait on him, every time he came over, I was to serve him. He taught me how to please a man, and showed me how great it was. I craved him at all times. It was crazy because I still loved to dominate women, but he showed me how good it was to be dominated as well. To this day I still think of G, eight years later.

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He pumped me fast and then slow as we both worked towards climax. I know my eyes were rolled in the back of my head as I all thought about was here and now.

“Oh baby, Oh baby,” and I knew it was happening. Stopping balls deep in me he sucked in deep breaths of air with each time his cock fired inside me. I closed my eyes and allowed it to happen. I found myself rubbing the vertebras in his back up and down as he shot in me. He went limp on top of me as I still held him tight. My actions came somehow natural to me as I lay in afterglow.

Scott coughed a few times and arched his hips back and his soft cock slipped from my slimy hole. He sucked the end of my noise and grinned all his white teeth at me. “Beautiful baby,” he said loud as he rolled over on his side.

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Scott moved off the bed and stood up and stretched. I watched the muscles of his back and ass flex. Unlike his front, his back was devoid of hair – until it reached his ass. His butt cheeks were covered with thick hair and his crack was filled with hair. The hair followed down his ass to his legs. This guy was 150% man. Scott turned around and said to me, “let’s hit the showers champ, breakfast is on me.”

I couldn’t help staring down at his cock. It wasn’t completely flaccid yet, and swung side to side. It was covered in his cum and my juices. Healthy looking cock, I thought to myself. I couldn’t believe that thing had actually been inside me.

Scott reached down with his hand and grabbed my arm and pulled me up. He had a cocky smile on his face and was grinning at me. As I was drug out of bed by Scott, I could feel a dull ache on my upper quads (from being spread open so wide for so long). And my asshole hurt. I could feel something oozing from my hole and down my leg. I reached back with by hand and touched my lower ass and felt in my crevice. When I pulled back my hand it was covered in slimy cum. Scott’s cum. Holy shit, I thought to myself, he came in me.

I must have had a worried look on my face. Scott’s expression changed from one of smugness to a bit more of concern.

“Sorry, Jason, my bags didn’t make it off the plane and I didn’t have any condoms. I assumed you were clean because you are married. I get tested every couple of months and am pretty sure I am ok. My partner is, too – but you should probably go in and get tested.” He said this matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal. “Come on, Jace – let’s hit the shower,” he said.

“No, I’m…I…I can’t. This has got to stop now. I’m married. I’m not gay,” I stammered. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes when I said this.

“Hey, it’s cool. I know how you feel. You were pretty drunk last night. But you need to take a shower, you stink man.” Scott walked towards the bathroom and disappeared behind the door. I stood in the room alone for a moment as I heard the shower come to life. That is exactly what I needed – a shower. I did smell and I was covered in sweat and cum. His cum and mine. I looked down at my stomach and package. I had wet and dried cum on me. It was clumped in my pubic hair. I reached back to my ass again and felt up and down my crack. It was wet. I tentatively touched my hole. It was painful to the touch. I bent forward a bit and spread my legs, arching my ass backwards a bit. I had better access to my rear now. I could feel the rim of my asshole was swollen and it didn’t appear to be completely shut. I squeezed my hole and felt it closing a bit, but when I did that more cum oozed form my hole. When I pulled my hand away, I could see cum on my hands and some traces of blood. I knew he ripped my ass open with that fucking cock of his.

As soon as could, I was going to get blood tests done. I couldn’t sleep with my wife until I knew I was clean. SHIT! How did I get myself in this mess. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

Just then, Scott came back in the room. “I started the shower for you, why don’t you jump in first.”

It sounded like a good idea. I needed to wash him off my body. Out of my body, too. “Thanks,” I said under my breath.

I walked past him and into the bathroom. I closed the door. There wasn’t a lock on the door. I never needed one before, I thought. I moved the shower curtain to the side and gingerly raised each leg over the tub and into the shower. My legs and ass still smarted. But as soon as I got under the hot water, I started to feel better.

As the water flowed over me I felt some of the tenseness leave. I looked down and notice Scott had placed the hotel shampoo and hand soap in the shower, that was considerate I thought. I grabbed the shampoo and poured a generous amount in my hand and started lathering my hair. I turned my back to the shower and grabbed the bar of soap. I started lathering up my body. When I got down to my crotch I gingerly soaped up my goods. The dried cum wasn’t as easy to remove and I ended up trying to pull it off my pubic hair. I painfully realized some hair came erzurum escort with it. As I soaped my cock and balls, they started to respond to my touch. My mind began to wander. As I stood there soaped away my worries I thought about Scott.

At least he was good looking, I thought. It was bad enough that he was a guy. But an ugly guy would have been worse. If it would have been my old boss I would have jumped out the window – that guy was totally out of shape, smoked and stank of cigarettes and was severely overweight. If I was going to do it with a guy, I was glad he was cute. Scott was better than cute, he was totally hot. I was actually envious of him. Big long, thick cock and hairy all over. And tall. And muscular. There was no mistaking it, he was a man. Not that I’m not manly, but he probably pissed testosterone he was so manly.

As I was thinking of this, I was still soaping my crotch. I was so hard I was about to burst. I looked down at my cock. I was nothing to sneeze at. I was 6 inches but pretty thick. I admired my cock for a while. The head of it was thicker than the rest. I had quite a bit of hair around my junk. It wasn’t as thick as Scott’s, and it was lighter colored brown – but it more than covered my boys. I slowly started to stroke my dick. Boy, did that feel good.

With my other hand, I reached back with the soap and started washing my ass. Most of the cum had been rinsed away by the shower. I ran the bar of soap up and down my crack. When I got to my asshole, I rubbed the bar of soap around a bit. My ass spasmed a bit and it seemed to pull the little bar of soap out of hand inside a bit. When that happened I looked down at my cock and saw a ton of precum oozing from my dick. I kept rubbing the soap on my asshole and slowly pushed it in. I thought if I could just use the soap to clean out my ass, I would be cleaning Scott out of me. It stung a bit, but I didn’t care. I pushed a bit further and suddenly my asshole grabbed the bar of soap right out of my hand and seemed to pull it right into my body. My cock was leaking precum like never before. I started moaning and really started stroking my meat.

I never heard the door open, but all of the sudden Scott came in the shower with me. I pulled my hand away from my ass and felt the soap leave my body. I heard it slap the bottom of the bathtub. I stupidly tried to cover my hard on with both hands. He leaned forward and put his hands down on my cock. He pushed my hands away and started stroking me up and down. His other and reached down and started kneading my balls. I opened my mouth to say NO, but he moved in fast and started kissing me. I was lost in the moment again and let him. He moved closer and I could feel the heat from his body. His course chest hair came in contact with my body. Since he was taller than me I ended up standing up tall to continue the kiss. When he moved up to pull away I went up on my tiptoes and reached up with my arms to pull him down. I was hooked.

Scott pulled away with a proud grin and started massaging the shampoo that was still in my hair. I closed my eyes – and went with the flow. It felt so erotic. He was massaging my scalp and I could feel his cock rubbing up and down on my lower stomach. Scott pulled away and reached down for the soap, which was down by the drain. On his way down, he put his mouth around the head of my cock and slowly sucked it into his mouth. He sucked it down to the root in a matter of seconds. It took my breath away and I groaned. His throat was milking my cock. He was only down there for 20 seconds max when all the sudden I said, “I am gonna cum.”

He just stayed at the root of my cock and let his throat muscles pull the cum right out of my body. I had to grab onto his head to keep myself from falling down as my legs almost gave way. I could feel the cum raising out of my cock, it felt like it started in my toes. My spine got all tight and my ass clenched down (boy, did that feel good). My cock was packed so tightly down his throat the cum just fired right out of me. My dickhead felt like it blew right off me, I came so hard. My nuts actually hurt when I came, that was a new one for me.

I was a panting, quivering mess when Scott pulled up. I expected him to be embarrassed for sucking my cock (I would have been), but no…he came up with a broad smile on his face. He leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss. As his tongue entered me again, I could taste a salty bitterness. There was thickness to it, but only a taste. It suddenly dawned on me that it was my own cum I was tasting. I tried pulling back, but Scott pulled me closer to him and drove his tongue into my mouth. This time, he deposited more of my cum in my mouth. Now, one thing I know – I cum a ton. I always have. He took a direct shot of cum right down his throat, but must have gotten some in his mouth, too. I tried to push it out, but even his tongue was stronger than mine. I was eskişehir escort forced to swallow some of my cum. Once I swallowed, he pulled back and eased back on the kiss.

The entire experience left me breathless. I opened my mouth and took in a couple deep gulps of air. I also realized I was holding onto Scott very tightly. I was hugging him actually. When I noticed this, I pulled away. He did too, and used my momentum to slowly turn me around. “Let’s get that shampoo out of your hair, sweetie.” His tone was soft and gentle and I complied.

As the water washed the soap out of my hair and off my body I felt strong soapy warm hands begin to slide over my wet soapy skin. All over my back. My neck. My arms. It felt sooo good. The tenseness I still had left began seeping away. The hands came around and encircled me and began rubbing my chest. Brushing my nipples lightly. Using the soap on me. Slowly going down to my navel and cleaning me up. It felt so good that I just let it happen. I didn’t do anything but lean against the shower wall and moan with pleasure. Soon I was lost in the total sensation of those wonderful wandering hands.

My cock hadn’t gone totally soft from its last ejaculation and lay chubbily against my leg. My balls tingled and seemed to get bigger and felt like they dropped lower. Those hands were everywhere it seemed. The right one began concentrating on my cock and the left wandered to my nipples on both sides. Then it went behind me and began to soap up my ass. I gave a deep moan as Scott’s fingers found the rosebud of my asshole. Gently but persistently I was entered first with one finger, and then two and finally three. At three, I felt totally stretched. Meanwhile, the right hand was stroking me slowly up and down. I was getting hard again. Every now and then Scott would dip lower to my balls and feel them up.

I could feel Scott’s hard cock rubbing up and down my lower back. Scott pulled his hands away form my cock and ass for a moment and poured some shampoo down my back. He started giving me a deep pressure massage on my shoulders and back. It felt wonderful. He pulled my hips back a bit and slowly pushed my shoulders forward. I felt more probing directly on my hole. The pressure was intense and I could feel the head of his cock rubbing around my opening. When the head breached me, I could feel my ring hugging around the thick ridge of his cock. Scott placed both hands on my hips and exerted some more pressure to my ass. The soap wasn’t as good as the lotion used earlier, but it did the trick. His cock slowly and painfully started pushing forward, moving my guts out of the way to make room for him. I could feel each incredible inch as it spread me open.

“Relax, Jason, this feels so fucking good on my dick. Your ass is like butter and it is just eating up my big cock. And I know you want it too. I only have about 3 inches in you now, baby. How ’bout your control the rest. Get used to it, enjoy it man,” he whispered in my ear.

He was only about a 1/3 of the way in me??? Holy crap, this guy had a monster cock. Is this what it felt like for my wife when I slipped it into her? Guess not. I never tried it in her ass. And I wasn’t nearly as big as the schlong up my ass. I slowly pulled away from him, until the ridge of his cock head was back at the mouth of my ass, my rim holding him tightly inside. I slowly pushed back at him. I knew when he started going in further than before because it got harder to push in. It was slow going. Back a bit, in a bit. I kept that up for what seemed like 50 or so stokes. My ass was hurting and I was sure he was almost all the way in.

“We about done?” I asked with a pained gasp.

“Not even close, bitch!” he responded and then pushed forward quickly. The first thing to happen was my head hit the shower wall. The pain of my forehead competed with the piercing pain that shot through my ass and lower back as Scott’s dick hit paydirt. He bottomed out in me in one deep thrust.

“Aughh!!!” I screamed! He kept on jabbing his hips into me while I was fully impaled on his cock. My face was slammed up against the wall. My feet couldn’t keep contact with the floor and started slipping. Somehow Scott put his hands under my chest and pulled me up, lifting me up on his dick. He then stood straight up, pulling me completely off the shower floor. My toes were completely off the ground. My body weight was now distributed directly on his cock. It was so deep inside me and it hurt so bad I started to cry. Tears were coming down my cheeks. I opened my mouth to sob out load, but I only heard myself grunt. Scott heard it, too.

“Yeah, I have you back in my saddle again,” he breathed in my ear, “I love it deep like this. You have my whole cock covered. Your ass is so tight, I love fucking you.”

Scott kept up his assault on my ass. He kept on shifting a bit, which was enough to drive his cock in and gaziantep escort out of me – but only a millimeter at a time. He asked me to relax my ass a bit and somehow I did. When I did it, it felt loads better. Then he asked me to bear down on him. I did that and I felt all tight again and the pain returned. “Again!” he bellowed and I released and bore down. His hands were on my upper chest squeezing my tight pecs and rubbing my nipples. Some of my chest hair was being ripped from my body due to the odd position we were in. My ass was on fire and I started to develop some control over the feelings down there. While it was painful if I tensed my asshole, when I relaxed the relief was so great it felt wonderful. Each time he jabbed I tried to tense up. We started developing a rhythm together. I could feel him kissing my shoulder.

Scott’s jabs somehow got longer in stroke. He was slowly fucking me in and out. It was still very uncomfortable, especially when I tensed my asshole down on him. But once I got my rhythm going, and measured the time I relaxed I could anticipate my relief. He slowed, which really frustrated me, so I began thrusting my ass back at him trying my best to get our rhythm back.

“That’s it baby, damn, your ass is really milking my cock. You are tight as you were last night. You have me hooked on your ass, Jace, no way am I going to stop getting more tail off you.” Scott moaned aloud as he jabbed deep in me. “This is called deep dicking. And you have every one of my 9 inches in your twat right now. I am going to fuck you silly. Take it bitch! TAKE IT!”

An uncontrollable moan of lust come from deep inside me was we continued to jab at each other. The hot water of the shower was beating me directly in the chest and running down the front of my body. My ass cheeks were firmly planted on his crotch and his dick was lodged deep in my guts. I could feel the root of his cock, it has stretched me beyond capacity. I knew I was torn open. And I looked down at my stomach and could actually see my insides moving. That big, fucking cock head of his was deep inside me, making a home for itself in my bowels. “Yeah, love my cock, Jace! Worship my cock!” he breathed in my ear as we mated.

He was so close to me I could feel his wiry crotch hair against my butt cheeks. His chest hair was mashed into my back. I could feel the friction between our bodies. Strange sounds of lust came from him also as we moved, he must be getting ready to blow again I thought.

All too quickly I heard him asked through clinched teeth, “You ready to take my load?” His hip movements increased and the length of his jabs got shorter. He squeezed me really tight around the chest and four deep low moans escaped his mouth. I actually could feel his cock getting bigger – well thicker that is. He also got harder. As this happened, the rim of my asshole couldn’t take it. Instead of expanding to accommodate his thrusts, it was forced inside my body alongside his cock. It was a totally new sensation and I lost all control of my ass muscles. I could also feel the helmet of his cock growing thicker deep inside me. Then there was sudden wetness – very hot wetness inside me and the thrusts of his cock felt much better. His cum was acting like lube, coating his cock and my chute.

As his hips stopped moving I felt our bodies swaying a bit. He had been holding my body up by his cock and arms for a while and he must have relaxed too much through his cumming. We slipped a bit in the shower and he quickly started dropping me down. I grabbed for the shower head and another metal bar in the shower to hold us steady for a moment. My feet touched the ground and I got my bearing.

Scott continued to hold me tight as he came down from his sexual frenzy. He nuzzled my ear for a second and cooed in my ear, “baby that was fantastic!” I felt pride inside knowing I made him feel so good. But I also felt something different. Complete and utter lust. I was high on lust. My cock was completely hard, up against my belly. My nuts were drawn up close to my body and I wanted to cum badly.

Scott’s cock was still buried inside me, I still held most of his 9 inches in my asshole. I flexed my ass back on him and started fucking myself back on him. His cock was loosing its hardness, so I needed to be quick. I started slamming back into him. Ramming it in and out fast, careful not to go out too much, scared that it wouldn’t go back in. I could feel cum leaking out of my hole, but that cum was my savior. It kept his knob lubed up and allowed me to fuck myself back on him. Neither one of us said a word. But I did a lot of moaning and crying out with pleasure. I really started to enjoy the feel of that thick cock entering into me from behind.

My thrusting seemed to take on urgency. His hands left my body and he stood up straight. I could feel his cock getting softer, but it stayed semi-hard. Even this way, he was still bigger than me. Scott’s hands lay on my waist and I had to reach back with my hands to his hips to make sure we stayed coupled. I started laying it back to him harder and faster. I was about to cum. My hands dug backwards into his ass and I slammed back into him. My cock was so hard up against my body and I was leaking so much precum out of it my whole entire lower abdomen was coated in my juice.

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My wife and kids were making the annual pilgrimage to visit the in-laws back in Chicago. Two weeks in mid-July in the sweltering windy city – not my idea of summer vacation. Not even a few nights inside the friendly confines watching the Cubs break the hearts of the city could make up for the torture of spending two weeks with Nanny and Pappy.

Lucky for me, I had a scheduling conflict. I’m a lawyer in Denver and a big case I had been trying for several months was locked in deliberation. Knowing the decision was likely to be adverse to my client, we were working up several appeal strategies.

“Sorry, honey,” I had argued. “But you know it’s this job that lets you and the kids take these leisurely summer vacations, pays for their private school, and keeps you in designer fashions.”

“Well don’t work too hard,” she had consoled as she pecked me on the cheek at the airport. “And remember to mow the lawn.”

What a wonderful wife! She really was quite a catch, a college cheerleader at University with a killer body, super-model good looks, and a never-ending devotion to our family. Unfortunately, the beautiful package hid a sad secret – she was a wet fish in the bedroom. Straight missionary with the lights off, my penis firmly wrapped in a plastic raincoat. Our lovemaking was regular as clockwork, once a month – even if it meant canceling her bridge club.

Unbelievably, I had never cheated on her. I was a second string quarterback in college and the senior class president. Blessed with rugged good looks and an athletic body, I had never lacked for the attention of the ladies. But since our marriage, I had been devoted to our family and my job, leaving little time for carnal pursuits.

That’s not completely true. I have a very active fantasy life and love to masturbate. My hand has replaced my wife’s pussy on an almost daily basis the last ten years of my life. I travel a lot with my law practice, and I really enjoy checking out the adult bookstores, pay-per-view hotel skin flicks, and live sex clubs in the cities I visit. My mental inventory of smut and perversion provides me an endless supply of stroking material. Rarely does a day pass that I don’t uncork a load or two in the executive washroom at work.

In fact, after I dropped the family off at the airport on Sunday afternoon, I hit one of the local purveyors of filth and bought a two-week supply of dirty magazines and DVDs to enjoy on my “working vacation”.

Getting home, I popped in a gonzo cumshot DVD, poured a glass of Merlot, and spread my work out on the living room table, planning to mix a little stroke session in with my case preparations.

I have to admit, I am fascinated with head. I love watching beautiful women deepthroat well hung men. A long, thick cock stretching a petite hottie’s mouth is pure art. Her eyes watering as she forces the length down her straining throat, I often imagine the intense longing and lust she must feel for the stud’s throbbing tool.

My dick is an average 6.5 inches, but I could model for Viagra. Ever since I was a kid, I could pop wood at the drop of a hat and my boners are frighteningly hard. I only wish I had another couple of inches. I imagine that a solid eight or nine inches could do for my wife’s libido what years of begging have failed to accomplish – turn her into a raging nymphomaniac.

As usual, the files on the table went unattended as I focused my attention on the widescreen TV. My fly unzipped, I fished out my balls and kneaded them tenderly as I stroked my hard-on, watching starlet after starlet reap the rewards of their hard earned work. A particularly naughty brunette was lapping the stray bullets of jizz off her abnormally well-endowed breasts when the phone rang, snapping me back to reality.

“Hello,” I stuttered, reaching for the mute button on the TV, my other hand still wrapped firmly around my raging boner.

“Hey, Curt, good news old buddy.” It was my partner at the law firm.

“What’s up Charlie? I was just looking over some of our draft briefs,” I replied.

“Well toss those in the trash, get a good nights sleep, and be in Judge Cornwallis’s court at 9am tomorrow. Word is, the jury is in and the verdict looks good.”

Stunned, I congratulated Charlie and hung up.

Hot damn. Returning my attention to a tight bodied blonde bartender that had served two horse hung studs a couple of beers and was now on her knees servicing them in a much more personal way, I let the good news sink in. We had won, but more importantly, I had a two-week free pass – no family and no work obligations.

As the bartender turned slut took turns throating the two strapping patrons, I picked up the pace on my own throbbing woody. Torn between the two cum spickets, unwilling to miss a single drop of their precious fluids, she grabbed a beer glass from the bar and held it between her tits as the customers deposited her hard earned tip on her exposed breasts. As the dripping cum from her chest found its way tekirdağ escort into the mug, I grabbed my own wine glass and with a final jerk shot my load into the empty goblet, thick frothy cream mixing with the last drops of red wine, creating a rose colored roux.

Raising her glass in salute, she downed the thick spunk, her tongue coaxing the final drops from the bottom of the upturned crystal, a look of pure satisfaction spreading across her face.

Caught-up in the perverted moment, I too raised my cum filled wine glass and toasted my firm’s victory, throwing back my head and drinking deeply of my own special vintage. I had never tasted my own cum – salty, thick and creamy, with a hint of pepper and citrus; not at all unpleasant.

As I slumped back on the sofa, smacking my lips, my spent cock deflating, I could only chuckle. Damn, I am one sick puppy.

As Charlie had predicted, the jury found in our favor. To celebrate, we gave the entire office the week off.

Rather than catch the next flight to Chicago to join the family, I decided to take a few days off and head to the mountains for some much needed R&R. I called my wife and told her the good news.

“So you can come to Chicago then?” she queried.

“I need to close a few loopholes here in Denver,” I lied. “I will fly up next weekend.”

I packed my camping and fishing gear in the SUV, ecstatic that I would have four days alone, just me and the pristine Rocky Mountains. A backpack, a tent, a fishing pole, and a week’s supply of porn magazines – what more could an ardent outdoorsman and card carrying pervert ask for?

I pulled into a remote trailhead in the San Juan range of southwestern Colorado about sunset, the only vehicle in the parking lot. I pitched the tent and organized my backpack before hitting the sack, eager to get an early start in the morning. The plan was to hike along Cibola Creek to the stream’s source, Emerald Lake and pitch camp. I had heard great things about the lake and was looking forward to landing a big trophy trout to mount on my office wall. I would have three days to explore the area, catch fish, and catch up on my “professional reading”.

The hike was demanding and I reached Emerald Lake about 2pm. After setting up camp well back from the lake under some towering pines, I stripped off my sweaty clothes and took a cooling dip in the crystal blue water. Grabbing a cigar from my pack and a smut magazine, I reclined on a big granite boulder to enjoy the serenity and beauty of the high mountains.

I was literally miles from the nearest paved road, alone in the wilderness. I didn’t expect to see anyone for the next three days and felt comfortable lounging in the warm afternoon sun in nothing more than my birthday suit.

As I thumbed through the porn rag, analyzing the hot erotic stories and studying the smoking pictorials, I stroked my stiff dick. I could handle this kind of work, I smiled to myself, as the sun tanned my exposed body. Too bad I didn’t have a wife willing to share my lust for the outdoors and dirty sex, but I did have my old friend, five-fingered Rosie. Rosie was going to get quite a workout this week – to quote Jackson Browne, “It looks likes it’s me and you again tonight, Rosie.” And tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon, and tomorrow night…well, you get the picture.

About two-thirds of the way through the magazine, I came upon an incredible pictorial spread. A gorgeous blonde with a firm round butt and six-pack abs was fucking two incredibly well endowed studs in the great outdoors. The storyline was evident; the woman’s car had broken down in the country and two mechanics had arrived to tune her engine. It was clear the men had brought the appropriate tools based on the dreamy smile spreading across the stranded maiden’s cute face as she wrenched their inflating peckers from their denim overalls.

As usual, I became infatuated with the stunning pictures of the little hottie struggling to pleasure the two large cocks, her petite hand not reaching fully around their impressive girth. Straining to ratchet open her jaw, she took turns working the mechanics’ tools down her talented throat, bringing each prick to full attention.

The photography was excellent and in the bright afternoon sunshine, I could see the intense look of desire building in the blonde’s eyes as the men achieved full erection. Squatting between the two, her pussy gleamed in anticipation of fucking the helpful duo. Oh that my wife could be driven to such sexual heights by merely giving head. I deeply envied the men’s towering proportions, confident that such dimensions were the holy grail of a repressed and boring sex life.

Unbelievably, the little vixen took the two massive cocks at once, one stuffed in her tight little backdoor, the other pounding her dripping snatch. Her cries of ecstasy leapt from the pages as the two big dicks drilled her hard. As I thumbed pages tokat escort to the ultimate climax, I jerked my pathetic boner as I lay prone on the warm rock.

Ultimately, the two studs withdrew and blew thick, frosty loads all over the eager blonde’s smiling face, her tongue lapping at the stray jets of jizz, the excess puddling between her tits and dripping down her tight tummy.

Rosie picked up the pace and I blew a hot load of spooge all over my own exposed belly and chest. Resting my head back against the rock, I exhaled deeply, my heart beating wildly. Remembering the taste of my cum from the other night, I used my fingers to scoop up the sticky cream and licked them clean. Fuck I wish my wife would learn to love my special sauce – I already thoroughly enjoyed the salty treat.

Exhausted from the hike and a warm glow spreading through my body from my masturbatory success, I dozed off, the remnants of my ejaculatory bliss drying to a crust on my naked torso.

Startled by a splashing sound, I awoke to find a fisherman standing on the lakeshore, not twenty yards from where I slept, reeling in a large rainbow trout, it’s gymnastic struggle for freedom creating the loud ruckus.

As the fellow landed the big fish, he turned to face me. “Sorry to wake you up buddy, but these fish have no manners.”

Still half asleep, I realized I was completely nude. I reached for the only cover handy, the porn mag, and awkwardly tried to cover my exposed crotch.

“Looks like you been having a little fun too,” the stranger chuckled, as he unhooked the fish and dropped it in his creel. “At least I won’t go hungry tonight,” he smiled.

As I struggled to awake fully, my eyes focused on the fishing intruder. He was a little younger than me, probably in his late twenties. In a t-shirt and shorts, he handled his fly rod like an experienced outdoorsman. Several days’ growth of stubble framed his rugged and tanned face; a pair of well-used hiking boots his only other article of clothing. His physique was incredibly athletic, standing well over six feet he appeared chiseled from the local granite.

“Jake Smirnoff,” he offered, patting himself on the chest. “Good to meet you.”

“I, uhhhh, well……” I stammered, trying to regain my composure.

“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that, but I hooked the big rainbow over behind those trees and he pulled me your direction.” Trying to ease my embarrassment, he added, “Bet that warm sun sure feels good on your exposed skin. I sunbath nude whenever I get the chance.”

“Sorry,” I tried again. “You just startled me. I’m Curt,” I offered, still embarrassed, Jake’s steely gray eyes not leaving my nearly nude body.

“You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about,” Jake continued. “Looks like you work out a little.”

“I try,” I answered, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “I assumed I was all alone up here.”

“Just you and some intellectual reading material,” Jake joked, motioning toward my smut rag turned loincloth. This guy was not going to let me off easy – he appeared to be enjoying my discomfort.

“Yea, I uhh, just found this down by the lake. Some pervert must have dropped it to lighten his load.” As I stood up, the magazine dropped from my lap.

“Well Curt old buddy, it looks like you recently lost a load as well,” Jake smirked, nodding toward my now fully exposed dick, dried cum streaking my belly and crusting my flaccid pecker.

Unable to respond, I blushed bright red.

In a casual manner, Jake dropped his fishing gear and pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head, revealing his massive chest and sculpted abs, covered in a fine fur. “Mind if I use your private pool for a cooling dip?” he asked, bending to untie and remove his boots.

“The National Forest is for everybody to enjoy,” I replied jokingly, trying to regain some control. “The water feels….” I trailed off as Jake stood and peeled off his shorts, his schlong slowly unfolding, gravity pulling his plum shaped head toward the ground as his length unfurled, framed magnificently between his muscular thighs. Even soft, his dick was huge and I was struck speechless.

“The water feels what?” he asked, gently tugging his balls as he freed his package from the confines of his shorts. “I don’t know about the water, but the cool mountain breeze feels great on my nuts.”

Leaving his clothes on the big boulder, Jake strode toward the water, his cock swinging mightily, reminding me of an elephant’s trunk. I was mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off his incredible tool as he slowly made his way into the lake. As he moved into deeper water, his tool slowly disappeared beneath the blue waves, the hypnotic power of his giant snake releasing me. I watch a lot of porn, and I don’t know that I have ever seen such a big, beautiful dick.

Jake dove under the water, reappearing several yards out in the lake.

“Great!” I shouted, the spell trabzon escort finally broken.

“What?” Jake queried.

“The water feels GREAT!” I finally finished my original thought.

“Yes it does,” Jake replied. “Why don’t you join me? Looks like you could stand a little bath yourself.”

My knees weak and my heart pounding in my chest, I longed to see more of his beautiful cock. A dick like that must drive women insane with pleasure. I tried to picture it hard and throbbing, but my limited imagination could not fathom the awesome power of such a fine piece of meat. He must have women eating out of his hand, I thought.

Hell, as far as men went, I guess he was actually pretty handsome as well. He had that rugged Marlboro man look about him and not an ounce of fat on his muscular frame. What a lucky motherfucker, I thought, shaking my head as I willed my legs to work, propelling me towards the water.

“Hope you don’t mind me setting up camp here for the night?” Jake asked as he splashed in the water. “I know you probably wanted your privacy up here, but I will pack up and move out in the morning.”

True, I did hope to have the lake to myself, but the appearance of this well-hung Adonis had scrambled my brains and I wasn’t at all sure what I wanted anymore.

“No problem, Jake,” I replied, struggling to compose my sparkling wit and sense of humor. “Make yourself at home and let me know if I can be of any service. As concierge of the world famous Emerald Lake Hotel and Bath House, we aim to please.”

“Bath house, huh?” Jake snickered. “Didn’t they outlaw those dens of sexual perversion and deviance? Although a massage does sound pretty good after a hard day on the trail –preferably an all over body massage with special attention paid to my man muscle, if you know what I mean.”

This guy was a piece of work. His every sentence appeared tinged with sexual innuendo and perversion. I was really starting to like him. Shit, I would pay good money to watch this stud fuck a hot bitch. I needed to figure out a way to hook this guy up with my uptight wife – if his big cock couldn’t unlock her sexual passions, maybe she was beyond help.

Jake emerged from the water and picked up my smut mag, “You really like this shit, Curt?”

Loosening up and effectively already caught in the act, I answered, “Yea, I love sex, unfortunately my wife doesn’t – that leaves me at the mercy of the porn world and my well practiced hand.”

“So you masturbate a lot?” he asked, thumbing through the glossy pages.

“Pretty much daily,” I replied, again finding myself staring at his incredible package, seemingly unfazed by the cold lake water, immune to the shrinkage problems of we mere mortals.

“I prefer to find a willing participant or two to relieve my urges,” Jake said, adding, “A few of these guys could certainly fill the bill.”

Wow – did he say ‘guys’? Maybe he was referring to everybody, like ‘all you guys’. But wouldn’t he say gals, or chicks, or babes, or pussies, or some such manly reference. No way this stud was gay. With his looks and his giant package he could fuck any piece of tuna on the planet.

“Have you ever thought of cheating on your wife?” Jake continued.

“All the time,” I lied, trying to sound macho. “But honestly, I am a pretty devoted family man. I rely on a very active fantasy life to quell by my manly urges.”

As Jake thumbed through the magazine, his cock began to stir. “This is some pretty hot shit,” he said, waving the magazine in my direction. He was enjoying the same pictorial I had earlier beat-off studying.

Playing a wild card, I continued, “Yea, that little blonde is smoking hot.”

“She’s OK I guess,” Jake replied. “She really knows how to handle all that man meat.”

Shit, he was more impressed with the dicks than with the hottie. But who was I to judge, I was pretty fucking enthralled with those big dicks too – not cause I was gay or anything, just cause I wish I had a horse cock like those guys. But Jake truly did have a horse cock – why was he getting all hot over the two beefcakes?

Trying to ignore the obvious implications, I gave Jake the benefit of the doubt – like a driver of a fine automobile, he was just admiring the other drivers’ machines.

Putting the magazine aside, Jake gave his hardening dick a quick tug, “Oops. All that hardcore action is going to my head. I better set up camp and clean my fish. As thanks for sharing the lake, how about joining me for dinner?”

Still treading water, mostly to cover the embarrassment of my again hard dick, I replied, “It’s a date.”

A smile spreading across his rugged face, Jake replied, “I love first dates,” as he picked up his clothes and fishing gear, heading toward the north end of the lake.

Why the fuck did I say ‘date’? This wasn’t a date; it was just two fishermen getting together to share the fruits of their labor. I immediately regretted my choice of words, but as Jake disappeared around a stand of pines, I already longed for another view of his incredible banana.

As the sun began to set, the smell of wood smoke signaled that Jake was firing up the kitchen. Putting on a clean t-shirt and shorts, I grabbed a flask of 15-year-old scotch and a box of wild rice from my pack and made the commute to Jake’s campsite.

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It was a memorable day.

Fritz outed his recent conquest, my fellow boarder, Simon, in the living room in front of Greg and me. We had suspected up until then that Fritz had designs on Simon, but when he directed the boy to suck his cock by gesture alone, Simon had obeyed. Greg and I had some history and as we watched that lithe handsome young man worshipping the cock of that virile old troll, we both got hot and hard. In a minute, I had Greg sitting on the love seat next to his husband, Fritz, as I pulled out his dick and copied Simon’s example. Simon, who had thought he alone in this house had been seduced to our landlords’ homosexuality, was grateful for the company.

So there we were, on our knees, serving our elders. We would occasionally look up at each other just to reinforce the heat of the moment and exchange understanding smiles. When I first came to the rooming house, I was straight but one night when I was drunk, I seduced Greg and got into his pants. It became a secret affair. When Fritz found out that I was having sex with his husband, he broke me the way he broke Simon, though he never made me call him “Daddy” as Simon did. Fritz also didn’t mind Greg and me carrying on with each other as long as we didn’t shut him out.

I usually took the dominant role with Greg, topping him. It was unusual for me to be the one on my knees giving head to anyone (except occasionally on demand from Fritz). But seeing Simon on the floor so willingly polishing Fritz’s knob had turned me on and I was felt hunger pains for cock. Greg was the beneficiary of my arousal and he was cooing under my ministrations.

Fritz looked pretty happy too. Since he was usually an old grump, this was a distinct improvement.

After several minutes of diligent cocksucking, Fritz ordered us all to retire to the bedroom. The parents of our little family led the way and we obedient children followed. Children! Simon and I were both nearly twenty in fact.

In the bedroom, Fritz ordered everyone to get naked. We all shed our clothes where we stood, shucking off t-shirts and sweaters, pants and socks, shorts and briefs. When we stood as plain as nature made us, Fritz commanded us to undress him. This we did willingly. As Fritz’s husband, Greg moved forward first, followed by Simon and myself. Greg understood what Fritz wanted: to be undressed slowly. Greg lifted Fritz’s extra-extra-large t-shirt over his head and off. Simon unbuckled Fritz’s belt and slowly lowered his pants while I removed his socks. When he stood in his underwear, Fritz told Simon and me to pull the boxers down together. We complied, each taking a side and tugging it down below his protuberant belly, past his magnificent cock and balls and over his knees. He stepped out of the boxers in his full glory.

I’ve described Fritz before. He was sixty-four and looked it. In addition to the hairy, sagging man-boobs, he had a huge belly. His arms and legs had gone a bit to flabbiness, but he was still fast and powerful. His genitals were majestic, with his eight- or nine-inch cut cock and his furry balls. His head was capped with a silver brush cut.

“Alright, bitches,” Fritz said with confidence as he lay himself down in the centre of the bed. “Bath time.”

I didn’t know what he meant and neither did Simon, but Greg did and he went straight to work. He began licking at Fritz’s feet. He popped toes into his mouth and sucked on them. He didn’t even stop working on Fritz when he gestured with his eyes for us to do the same for the rest of his body. My penis shivered at the thought of running my tongue all over anyone’s body and by his solid boner I could tell that Simon felt so even more strongly.

We tucked in to our gümüşhane escort work. Simon went straight for the crotch, that cocksucker. I watched him a few moments as he licked the inside of Fritz’s thighs. The old man’s erect organ bounced against the side of Simon’s head but Simon persevered. Within minutes, Simon was licking at Fritz’s cock and balls and matting his pubic hair in saliva. He was beautiful to watch, an angel of tongue worship.

I started with Fritz’s upper torso. Before long he was laying with his hands behind his back as I tongue bathed his hairy armpits. I’ll give him credit; he was fresh for this encounter. I tasted only a trace of manly sweat and I could still smell the residue of his body wash. When he was satisfied with the work we had done on one side, he turned over and showed the other. Greg licked his way up Fritz’s legs while Simon dove right into Fritz’s asshole. By Simon’s reaction, Fritz’s ass was as clean as his armpits. Surprisingly, Fritz had a fairly skinny, bony ass. I traipsed my tongue up and down Fritz’s back for a while and then I licked and kissed my way down his arms. I took his fingers one by one into my mouth.

When he judged our efforts to be sufficient, he told us to stop.

He instructed us all to make out. Greg and I did not kiss often, mostly because that seemed too gay for me, but now I leaned in and took Greg’s face in my hands. Our tongues met in a tangled pleasure. Our hands roamed freely over each other. Greg and I snuck looks at Simon who was now sitting on Fritz’s lap and Frenching the old satyr. Simon too was fondling his lover. The sight of the angel and the troll tonguing each other was almost too hot for both of us.

“Switch,” Fritz said.

Greg reacted faster than I did, quickly ending our kiss as Fritz pushed Simon toward him. Instantly, their tongues were entwined. I looked past them where Fritz beckoned impatiently.

I didn’t keep him waiting long. I climbed onto his lap. He received me gently enough, but I was no sooner settled than his tongue was in my mouth. I wiggled back with my own but his muscle easily outmatched mine. As in all things where Fritz was concerned, I took a passive role, not using but used.

And loving it.

Fritz’s penis wriggled under my ass, tickling me, maddening me like a welcome visitor who stands at the door knocking when he ought to just come in.

As Fritz’s tongue dominated me, I enjoyed the ease with which I could slip into surrender. It felt good to give in to a more confident, more mature and even somehow superior male.

“Switch!”

I was ejected from his lap. I fell over on the bed beside Greg and Simon. Greg had withdrawn from their kiss. Now he did something that surprised me. He reached toward Simon and me and put his hands on the back of each of our heads to draw us together. For me, it was a little like seeing Simon for the first time. I saw past him being naked and good-looking; I felt like I was seeing into his soul. It was just a feeling, but it added to the soft spot I had for the young man.

Greg’s suggestion was enough for me. I initiated the kiss with Simon, starting with little pecks on the lips but it soon turned into a very serious make-out session. As we knelt facing each other, our erections touched for the first time, giving us both a visible shiver.

I noticed that Fritz was sitting with his back to the headboard. Greg was reclining against Fritz. The old man had his arm around his younger husband. They were watching the show Simon and I were putting on with enthusiasm and soon began to cheer us on.

Our knees were sinking in the mattress and we were hatay escort having a hard time keeping our balance, so we lay down on the bed and began to roll around in each other’s arms. Our lip-lock remained sealed. I began to really notice Simon’s hands on me touching me everywhere he could reach, easily finding my erogenous zones. The way he shuddered, I was sure I found some of his hot spots too. We were breaking out in a sweat from our exertions and I began to smell his peculiar male musk. It acted on me like an accelerant. I broke our seal and a long thin string of saliva hung between our faces for a few seconds. My mouth was on his ear, on his neck and his throat. He threw back his head and accepted my reverence willingly.

“That’s it,” Fritz told me. “Lick your way down.”

I needed no urging. My tongue wasn’t dry from all the tongue worship, so I dragged it down Simon’s back, savouring the little quiver he gave in response. I put my hands on his shoulder blades and leaned him forward as my tongue swished a way down to his ass. He trembled as I pulled his butt cheeks apart and ran my tongue up and down the length of his crack. When I inserted the tip of my tongue into his anus, his tremors were more than noticeable. I gave the area my full attention for a minute or two before rolling the malleable young man to one side so I could tongue-wash his perineum. I soon found myself looking at Simon’s balls.

Greg said, “You know you want to!”

Damn right I wanted to. I opened my mouth and engulfed one hairy ball. I rolled it in my mouth like a candy that would melt. I sucked on it lightly. There was a sharp intake of breath above me.

“He loves it,” Fritz said.

I continued turning Simon over for easier access. He was fully cooperative, submissive to my lead. At this angle, I was looking directly at his cock.

“Do you think he wants it?” Greg asked. I didn’t know if he meant Simon or me.

“If he wants it, make him beg for it,” Fritz said.

Simon was lying on his back now. I licked and nuzzled his balls and made direct eye contact with him.

“Do you want it?” I asked Simon.

“Yes, please,” Simon said. In the heat of a possible gay blowjob, there are suddenly no straight men.

“How bad do you want it?”

“That’s it,” Fritz said. “If you blow him, what will he do for you?”

“I’ll suck his cock,” Simon said.

“I was thinking maybe I’d like to plough your dirty cocksucking ass.”

“But that’s only for Daddy!”

“That’s sweet,” Fritz said. “But you can give your ass to anybody you want. If I want some, there’s plenty here to go around.”

“So how about it?” I asked.

“Please, Daddy! Make him blow me!”

We all laughed at that.

“I’ll give you my ass,” Simon said, surrendering. “Please blow me!”

But I already was blowing him. I devoured his cock like it was the last one in the world. I sucked it with passion and zeal. I plugged his asshole with first one, then two, then three fingers and I set them vibrating against his anus. My tongue lingered on the most sensitive part of his cock, the glans. I created a vacuum in my mouth as I sucked him, jacking off the remainder of his cock with my other hand. I bobbed my head faster and faster. He just moaned and groaned helplessly all the way through it.

It was—no, I was—a force no man could withstand for long. I think Simon lasted nearly five minutes.

I let him come in my mouth. His copious cum ran out of my mouth and made a little puddle in my chest hairs. I’d lost my fear of eating cum thanks to lots of mandatory practice with Fritz. The gay couple applauded my achievement ısparta escort and told Simon it was time to pay the piper, a particularly apt turn of phrase in the circumstances.

I hovered with my head above Simon’s. Fritz ordered him to open his mouth. When he did, I dropped his full load out of my mouth into his. Fritz and Greg enjoyed this immensely. It wasn’t Simon’s first taste of sperm, but he coughed on it anyway. Before he could swallow it, I took his body in an embrace. Then I leaned down and kissed him. We opened our mouths and swished the cum back and forth between us. My hands wandered and I was soon squeezing his buttocks. Even with jizz in his mouth, he couldn’t contain a moan of pleasure.

I dragged myself out of the kiss. I was very horny now and I wanted what was promised to me. I positioned myself between Simon’s knees and lifted his legs up on my shoulders. Fritz called my name and threw a jar of lube at me. I applied the contents liberally to Simon’s ass and my cock.

“Take him,” Fritz said.

“Fuck him,” Greg said, raising his head from his task. At some point, he had gotten excited and started giving Fritz head.

I fell into Simon with a will. As I pushed my way in, my greased pole pressed the lube farther up Simon’s ass. Fritz had already broken him in and Simon took my full length quite easily. I began sawing my cock back and forth in Simon’s hairy hole and he groaned loudly. He soon began pushing back toward me, matching the pace I set.

Fritz and Greg cheered as I fucked my fellow boarder.

Before long I was really hammering his ass. A gossamer thread of pre-cum hung off the tip of his cock. His breathing followed the rhythm I set in his backside. When I made eye contact with Simon, I saw something in them that I had never seen before. Submission? I blushed when I realized it was a different kind of surrender. It was… affection? I knew that Fritz would always command Simon’s devotion as, in fact, Fritz also would always command mine. But that light in Simon’s eyes was something forever outside of the control or ownership of another person.

It was love!

I thought to myself, you silly bastard, you were just turned out gay this past week and you’re already in love with a man? And yet, I couldn’t deny my own growing reciprocal feelings.

As I grew near to my climax, I don’t know why, but I was deliberately cruel. “Eat my cum, you fucking faggot!”

That tipped me over the edge and I shot my load inside him. The pleasure didn’t end though because Simon was doing something with his sphincter? It tightened and released around my cock as spurt after spurt of my cum filled him. Then I realized the spasms were caused by Simon’s own orgasm. Was it triggered by being called a faggot, or was everything just too overwhelming? He came all over his belly and chest. He wept in pleasure. He thanked me. He thanked Daddy.

Fritz and Greg applauded as I pulled my rod out of Simon’s back door. We were both exhausted.

“We knew you two would be good together,” said Greg.

I thought this was the strangest kind of matchmaking I had ever seen, but we’d all had our kicks and nobody got hurt, so it was alright.

The next day, with my urging and Fritz’s permission, Simon moved his things to my room. It was large enough for two and we wanted to test our new bond by sharing a bed for more than sex.

Fritz and Greg continued enjoying their passionate nights three times a week, but Fritz still commanded Simon and me to perform for him from time to time, he continued fucking Simon once a week and I continued humping Greg regularly. And the rest of the time, Simon and I were going at it. We’d all found a nice balance and everyone was happy.

Fritz had a plan that might alter those scales. He explained that since Simon’s room was now actually empty, he would have to look for a new boarder. We all laughed. What would happen to this one?

“We’re going to need a bigger dining room table,” I said.

“We’re going to need a bigger bed,” Greg said.

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George woke up. Never needed the alarm since he had taken early retirement – 8.00am every morning he woke, went downstairs, ate some breakfast, waved his wife off to work, did the crossword in the paper, then planned his day.

Not that it needed a lot of planning. Go to the shops. Visit elderly mother. Go to the shops for her. Answer post. Cook tea. Greet wife…………….

George didn’t regret taking early retirement, but somehow early retirement should be something different from this. Surely there was more to it?

Seven across – “between the mango chutney?” Chutney, mixture of something? Anagram of mango? Means between. Among…………………. He was just writing the answer in when the phone rang.

“Hi George, it’s Max here.” George recognised the voice of his former business partner, still a good friend he enjoyed a drink with. “Have a problem. Are you free this lunchtime?”

George thought for a moment. He had said when he retired he would be available, and over a pint with Max had told him he wanted to try everything. And do everything. Retirement was a chance to do……. He ended the conversation with a wink. Max had picked up quickly what George meant. He’d laughed before replying: “Well, you are not going to do everything with me……..” They had laughed, the conversation had moved on.

“What’s the problem?”

Max continued. “Well, Tony was due to see a couple of blokes at lunchtime to sell them the electronic G8 monitor which you and him developed. Tony’s rushed into hospital overnight with appendicitis. Can you come and see them instead – you know the monitor better than the rest of us. There’ll be a few quid in it if you do sell it.”

George thought for a moment. It was the first time he had touched anything to do with work since leaving, but would quite enjoy it, and would quite like the money. “Okay. Where am I seeing them? Who is it?”

Max gave him the address of a hotel, then told him who it was: “It’s those two blokes – Ken and Brian – at Davis’s.”

George paused. It wasn’t such good news. They were good blokes and he respected them. He liked them. They worked hard. But they had a strange reputation. They could be bullying. They could demand odd things. There were odd work relationships in their company. Or at least so everyone said – no-one ever said what the problems and demands were. And on top of that they drove a hard bargain. He had never had problems with them, but ……………….

At last George agreed – he had nothing to lose – if he didn’t like what was happening he would just walk out.

George did his shopping, visited his mother and left a note for his wife apologising that he couldn’t get the tea in case he got back after her – you never knew with these sorts of meetings. At one o-clock he pulled up at the hotel, parked the car, and entered the lobby. Ken was sat waiting and noticed him first. Ken strode over, held out his hand, shook George by the hand and said it was zonguldak escort good to see him again. Ken was just over six foot, in his mid forties and pretty muscular build – probably worked out a bit. Brian was a bit shorter and slimmer, and followed Ken over to where he was shaking George’s hand. Both dwarfed George by at least three inches.

For a few moments they chatted, talking about retirement, then agreed they should go somewhere more private for their business discussions. Ken and Brian led the way to the room they had reserved for the discussions, for the afternoon.

The three of them went to the room on the 4th floor of the hotel – a bed room with four easy chairs and coffee table. They fixed drinks – Ken and Brian had whisky’s, George was sharp enough to stick with fruit juice – you needed a clear head to deal with as tough negotiators as these were.

George outlined what the G8 monitor could do, as well as its limitations. He outlined the key internal components they had used. He talked about price and bulk orders. Ken and Brian both asked a lot of questions. They haggled on price, particularly as they needed 200 of the monitors initially, with a possible further 800 for the project they might use them for.

It was hard business, but with no rancour – something that George had missed, was enjoying, but wouldn’t want to go back to full-time.

At last Ken spoke. “Okay, on one condition we’ll do a deal at the price you’ve quoted.” George was always wary of conditions – sometimes conditions were mountains.

“One condition?” asked George. “Well, try me. What’s your condition?”

It was Brian who spoke. “That you suck our cocks.”

George wasn’t sure he had heard right. Was it something about fitting stopcocks? “Didn’t catch you, mate………..”

Ken who spoke. “You want the deal, you suck our cocks.”

George sat stunned. Business had never gone down this path before. His mind churned it over. The rumours they had heard about this company. Strange demands from the bosses. Strange company relationships. But for George there was one problem – hiding the instant erection he had. George said nothing as he moved surreptitiously trying to hide what was happening. As he squirmed to accommodate his discomfort. Brian and Ken weren’t fooled. They knew. George knew that they knew.

It was Brian who stood up first, quickly kicked off his shoes, undid his trousers, dropped them to the floor, removed his underpants. He reached down to George, grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. Brian lay on the bed, his back on the bed head, put his hand in George’s hair and simply pulled George to his cock.

Brian had never done this before. He was stunned at the size of the cock – 7 inches, quite thick. Of course, experience of people doing it to him, instinct, dreams, he knew what to do. For several seconds he paused, then reached out with his lips and kissed the fethiye escort cock, then pushing his tongue between his own lips to allow it to lick the cock just in front of his face. George was terrified. It was everything he ever dreamt of.

At first George was very tentative, then as Brian appeared to enjoy what he was doing, grew in confidence, began letting his tongue rove all over the cock. He even went to the tip, tasting the drop of pre-cum, running his tongue around the circumcised head. All the while Brian kept his hand in George’s hair, moving as George’s head moved.

Suddenly George felt a hand rest on his ass. Begin to run around his ass. George was suddenly aware that as he was kneeling in front of Brian his ass must be sticking in the air. As he made to move he suddenly felt Brian’s grip on his hair tighten, stopping him move away. The grip remained tight as George felt hands reach under him, undoing his belt, undoing his fly, resting for a moment on his cock.

George had stopped, but then let his tongue lick again. He felt the hands pulling his trousers off his waste – his underpants as well. He heard Brian order: “help him!”

George lifted one knee to allow Ken to remove the trouser leg, then the other. He felt very exposed, his ass sticking in the air, his legs apart to keep balance, as he licked this man. He suddenly felt very exposed as he felt a finger tickling his asshole, exploring, caressing. George was so embarrassed, but his cock was throbbing in pain of hardness. George was embarrassed but he continued to allow his tongue to play on the cock his face was being held close to.

After a few moments George was surprised to feel the hands stop playing on his ass, but seconds later he jumped as he felt something cold put onto his asshole – he knew it was gel of some sort. He squirmed as he felt a finger push through the ring of his ass – no-one had ever done that to him. He was ashamed to admit – he liked it. Wanted it.

He continued to lick the cock as the finger probed inside him, using the gel as lubricant. It felt fantastic. His cock was throbbing, twitching, he had never been so turned on, ever. His heart sank as he felt the finger removed, but again he couldn’t protest as the hand wrapped in his hair held his mouth to Brian’s cock.

George felt the bed move, guessed someone was getting onto the bed. He froze when he felt something against his ass – this time clearly not a finger. He felt it pushing against his asshole, then suddenly plunging through the ring. It was so much larger than the finger, it hurt! George did all he could not to scream as the cock penetrated him. Clearly Ken was taking him from behind. Ken paused while George got used to the size, till he began to relax.

As George relaxed he felt Ken slowly begin to push, the cock now sliding more easily into George’s asshole. Soon it was in further than the finger had been. It was so big. So alanya escort tight. On the edge of excruciating and amazing. George only guessed that 7 inches had penetrated him. At the same moment George felt Brian force his mouth onto his cock, deep in to the back of the throat.

Suddenly “all hell” broke loose. This was obviously having an effect on Brian and Ken. Suddenly he felt the two cocks begin to pound in and out of him, one in his ass, one in his mouth. It was so hard to take them, but he had to, wanted to. He sucked, squeezed, but it seemed as if Brian and Ken were just using him as their fuck toy. They seemed almost oblivious to him. It was everything George had ever wanted, but had never admitted.

He felt the cock thrusting into his mouth, and wrapped his tongue around it to increase this man’s pleasure. He felt the cock sliding in and out of his ass, invading him, taking him, stretching him as tightly as possible. Within seconds he heard Ken behind him shout out, felt him thrust hard into him, he felt the cock throbbing and filling his asshole with cum.

But he couldn’t take it in too long, suddenly he heard Brian shout out, felt cum pumping into his mouth. Brian held George’s head on his cock, so George had to swallow hard. He wanted to. He did. So much.

It seemed like ages before Brian and Ken let him go, pulling their cocks out of him.

Ken pushed George forwards onto his stomach, his rock hard cock landed in Brian’s hand, who was kneeling beside him. Ken ordered him – “hump off into the hand”.

George did. He needed to cum. Wanted to obey. Wanted this. He realised how obscene he probably looked, fucking this hand, but the hand felt good, and Brian used his fingers to excite George even more.

Within seconds George was emptying his balls into Brian’s hand, cumming seemingly endlessly.

At last he rolled off the hand, having come down from his orgasm. But Brian had the last throw. Before George realised what was happening, he had wiped George’s cum in his hand all over George’s face.

George felt so humiliated – it was the best thing he had ever done.

It was Ken who took control. “Okay George”, he said in a matter of fact voice, “You can use the shower, then come back out here to do business.” With that he handed George his trousers and pants. George scrambled to his feet, made for the shower, came back to the room ten minutes later. He blinked – Brian and Ken were both in their suits, as if nothing had happened.

Brian spoke. “We have signed the contract for a thousand GH monitors. I’m sure there will be a good bonus in there for you.”

Ken continued: “you may be wondering………. Well we always wondered about you, then something Max said, it all came together. We enjoyed. Hope you did.”

George just nodded, speechless.

The meeting became even more absurd. They shook hands and parted as if only business had taken place. Brian said, as they shook hands: “It was good to deal with you today. Hope we can do business again real soon.”

That evening George sat down very carefully for tea – he was sore down there – when his wife asked him: “good day darling?”

George thought for a moment before replying. “Much the same as all the others, darling, although I did enjoy my spit roast at lunchtime. How about you………..?”

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Freddy didn’t mince words. I liked that though. You knew where you stood.

I always thought there was more to that look he gave me in the past than he let on.

Or did I recognise his lustful look because I was as Bi as he was?

I guess it had to happen eventually and certainly I did not discourage it.

There was something about Freddy that really magnetised my passion buds.

It was a dream that did it. What was all that about?

Why did I dream of Freddy for god’s sake!?

We, that is Freddy and me were having great sex in the kitchen.

I’d been peeling potatoes and he came up behind and I felt this sudden surge between my buttocks.

Freddy lodged in the upstairs float to me and for some reason was in my flat!

He yelled at the same time he was trying to poke me with my jeans on that he fancied the ass off me, That it was quality ass and was asking for a big stiff fuck.

And there was me, not telling him to bloody well lay off but more concerned with him trying to poke me withy my jeans on

“Much better off” I couldn’t believe I was saying to him.

But first he knelt behind and pushed his face into my jeans, panting that my tight ass was irritable and there he was sniffing and doing things. Like I could feel his mouth moving there thro0ugh my jeans.

And it was really turning me on.

I had a cock like a stiff cucumber bulging beneath my pants

Freddy wasn’t slow top notice either…

“Wow! giresun escort We do have a problem don’t we, it looks like it needs some airing and although I love to smell you through your jeans I would like to suck cock too.”

I told you ate the beginning Freddy was not one for mincing words.

But this was just a dream wasn’t it.

No it was for real. It was the next day and it was reall6y happening. I shook my head and turned around and sure enough it was Freddy smelling my pants.

Next thing he stood up and undid my belt and downed my pants, just like that. My cock jolting out under my boxers, more room now, and obviously a real turn on for Freddy who was not just poking at my ass but also wanking my cock.

“I think we had better go to bed don’t you, Pete?” he said like his tongue was hanging out..

“And you smell great and I want more, so it is to bed then?, first there gets it first”

I didn’t have much option, it was he who came up with the idea and he was already halfway up the stairs with his ripe cock bouncing about.

Somehow he had prompted me to sit on the side of the bed, and stuffed his big cock into my mouth. “It will need priming if you want it up your tight fat ass” he yelled.

I was more concerned that he thought it was fat!

“Just a figure of speech” he added, “It is lovely, so tight and fuckable, now get on with the job in hand, or should I yalova escort say in mouth!”

Anyway with my mouth full of cock I could not say much, he held my head at the back to prevent me coming away and I felt his bulging cock stretch my cheeks, I closed my eyes and sucked, tasting the earthy pungent flavour I’d known many times before when I’d sucked Badger in the allotment shed., the old guy who paid me for my ass and me without a job and eighteen was finding it a good income, although Badger and his mate who shared me made sure they got their moneys worth.

As I sucked Freddy I saw he had my soiled boxers bunched up and he was sniffing them, little did I know then he was one of those sniffing addicts but I was soon to discover more when, ripping of his briefs, fresh with the spurting of his cum when I sucked him, he first showed me, tramlines and all, und gagged me with them, the crutch piece wedged tightly in my mouth, tightly secured at the back as he took my ass over the edge of the bed, pillows planted underneath my stomach to get the right height, with his stiff cock thrusting into me like a frenzied piston engine,

It was nice. Yes it was, the feel of quality cock up inside me was always a wonderful experience ever since dear old Badger, bless his heart he is dead now, fucked me regularly unt8il I was numb and sore there, he rubbing ointment into me making it feel better, but come a couple of days yozgat escort there was his mate waiting for it too, so I had the tw0 of them plying me, me sucking one as the other fucked me relentlessly, watching each other doping what they were doing being more of a turn on to fuck and suck me even harder. And the times my mouthy was filled with hot sticky white cum was never ending, I use to have a giant sized bottle of cola to wash my mouth out afterwards, and even then I could still taste cock for hours after.

Now it was the same with Freddy, remembering that familiar taste, suck one and all the others are similar, the taste anyway, but I shouldn’t complain because I have been well satisfied,

And it was good I had given others satisfaction too,

Next day Freddy was contenting himself with my smothering, me standing beside the bed, one foot resting on the side and well open for him to take his sniff of me, feeling his tongue explore between my ass, tease and rim me and suck my cock and balls, then he jumping onto the bed, face up ready to be groped and smothered, me astride his face and lowering down until my whole cock and balls were pressing against his face, him sniffing and wanking me until, I shot my load all over his face, he loving it and licking it all down.

All these things were happening almost every day and occasionally when he was in the mood, most of the night too. He bought these handcuffs to attach me to the bed rail as he had his way with me, my whole body seemed in one way or another to be served by him, and when he regularly spanked my ass crimson until I yelled I knew he would give me suck a wonderful ti9me afterwards, with the deep massaging, the licking and sucking all over, I willingly took the temporary pain . It was wonderful and I shall never forget Freddy the sniffer.

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The air conditioner rattled and hummed in the tropical air, but inside the office at the top of the iron staircase it felt as if it was doing nothing but stirring the humidity around. If there was any coolness, it came more from the big ceiling fan that whirled and clacked in the centre of the ceiling.

Luca sat back in his office chair under the fan and smiled as he wiped sweat from his forehead and his muscular, almost hairless chest with a hand towel. He was wearing only a pair of loose, lightweight cotton shorts. The longer he stayed in Africa the less he wore. Now, after five months of running his employer, Oscar Riddleman’s, tobacco-processing factory in Cameroon, he would have to go completely naked if he wanted to wear less. And at home he did, but this was work.

Towel in hand Luca got up and looked out of the side window, seeing below him the busy floor of the open-sided factory shed where the young men and women were working rolling cigars. From above most of them looked as if they were barely more than children. And seated as they were in rows at long benches, bent over their work, with their fingers flying over the tobacco leaves they were wrapping, they might have been students studying hard. So much for the rolling of cigars against the sweaty thighs of muscular young black men, he thought, remembering his first meeting with Riddleman with a smile.

As soon as they met, Luca had a good idea that his potential employer, Oscar Riddleman, was interested in more than his knowledge of tobacco processing and cigar manufacture, even though that was extensive, or his management skills.

Sure Luca knew cigars like few other men did, and his were very unusual management skills, but still there was something in Riddleman’s eyes that said even more was wanted. Well, Luca had no objection to that. Riddleman was a powerful and well-built man who liked control and wealth, and giving men like him what they wanted had never hurt Luca. In fact, it had helped him to climb from being a lazy, good-looking student in high school to being quite a wealthy man in his own right. If it had seen him escaping over back roads in the dead of night from several small South American countries, well, such was life. It had got him here, and with this new job he might end up doing for Riddleman, in Africa, he would become even richer.

“So you don’t object to something that is downright illegal then,” Riddleman asked twirling a cigar between his fingers as he stood leaning on the mantle of the marble fireplace in the ground floor drawing room of his home.

“Shall we say, I’m versatile?” Luca replied giving Riddleman a bedroom smile.

Legal was a word that didn’t really mean much to Luca who did whatever seemed like a good way to make money and get him what he wanted from life. But he had always been fascinated by tobacco and cigars, and he had some good experience in the associated business of cigarette-tobacco selection and grading.

“Do you think you can handle the machinery? This is Africa. The locals in the factory wont have a clue, and there’s no service guy waiting up the road on the end of the phone to help you.”

“I will manage,” Luca replied dropping the bedroom look. He had taken a few bad steps in his time and had learnt to be resourceful. He did whatever it took to survive and prosper. “In Panama I kept the cigar machines going for six months during the trouble. I can be very resourceful Oscar. I have worked in many places that are not peaceful and quiet like this Virginia of yours, and where the workers hardly know what electricity is, let alone machinery.”

“That’s why you are here Luca,” Riddleman said looking at him and moving over to sit in the chair opposite the one Luca was sprawled back in. “I have asked around,” he added.

Luca wondered who he had been talking to, but decided thinking about it was pointless. “What I can do is useless if your contacts are not good,” he responded instead, annoyed to be the only one having to prove anything. “This money you say we will make, is going to depend on you having good contacts, and the police and customs being taken care of.”

“Don’t trouble yourself Luca, that side is dealt with. I can sell whatever my factory can make with you running it,” Riddleman said firmly

Now Riddleman was sitting opposite Luca, leaning back in his overstuffed leather chair with his legs spread wide, and he asked him, “So you think you can give me whatever I want?” while twisting a fresh cigar between his lips to wet the end of it.

“I know I can,” Luca had replied, smiling, and then he was kneeling between Riddleman’s spread thighs and reaching for his zip.

“Not so fast boy,” Riddelman said, pushing Luca back, “Not so fast. This business may not be completely legal, but I still want high-quality products. Good cigars and a high quality cigarette that 80 percent of our customers won’t be able to pick from the real thing. And the rest won’t be sure about. I want to be in this business for a while Luca, not ten minutes.”

“Of course. şişli escort We both want that,” Luca replied, suddenly uncertain of what was expected of him.

“Whatever else I want from you, first of all I want to know that you really do know how to produce a decent cigar. And to produce a decent cigar you need to know a decent cigar when you pick it up and sniff it,” Riddleman said, leaning forward and holding the cigar he had been sucking on under Lucas nose and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, making it crackle.

Luca sniffed at it, annoyed, “It smells genuine to me,” he said, “Not the absolute best, but real Cuban. Hand rolled. You can see that.”

Instead of settling back into his overstuffed club chair to smoke his cigar, Riddleman stood up, almost between Luca’s thighs, and said, “That was easy. Now I think we will take a little walk.”

Luca joined him as he strode a short distance down the wood-paneled hallway of Mystrelle, the historic Virginian plantation house that Riddlman had recently acquired and was now living in. Part way along he opened one of the heavy paneled doors and held it wide for Luca to pass him, then followed him inside and closed it. The room was dry and cool and dark-dimly lit and lined with dark timber. Riddleman opened a panel, and Luca realised that around the walls were dozens of small paneled cupboard doors. But they were not ordinary cupboards; each one was a small humidor, and inside each humidor rested several cigars.

“So,” Riddleman said, “Let’s try a test shall we?” And he took a cigar from the open cupboard and passed it to Luca, who took it carefully between his thumb and forefinger and examined it, then brought it to his nose to roll and sniff.

“Santa Damiana,” Luca said with assurance, he’d worked in the Dominican Republic, “Delicate flavour.”

Riddleman took the cigar back and, putting it away, opened another door and gave Luca a longer and thicker cigar.

This time Luca frowned. “Ha, a good one, a Big Butt. Not as good as the one in your mouth now. Maduro, Pennsylvanian wrapper.”

“So, you really do know your stuff,” Riddleman said, smiling broadly. “I see us getting along fine together. But I wonder what you will make of this one,” he said, opening yet another humidor cupboard and taking out a huge bullet-shaped cigar. “This one has just come in. Rolled on the sweaty thighs of muscular young men.” He said, smiling and laughing as he handed it over.

“Phew,” Luca said, wrinkling his nose. “Good leaf and not badly made, yes, from Africa, Cameroon, I think. But so big and thick, humph, who could smoke it, and the smell-yeow, it is almost animal. It is not the tobacco.” He looked at Riddleman suspiciously.

“Ah, but what is the smell?” Riddleman asked, his eyes hooded now as if he were in heat.

Luca frowned and sniffed again, closing his eyes. Then he laughed.

“It is a cigar for fun,” he said, feeling his cock twitch, and making a back and forth movement with the eight-inch-long, more-than-inch-and-a-half-thick cigar. “They have amused themselves in the factory with this one.”

“Hmmm,” Riddleman hummed, waving the cigar away as Luca tried to hand it back to him. “You may like to know it comes from the factory you may soon be managing. And what was fucked with it?” Riddleman asked in a husky voice.

“The ass,” Luca replied in a low voice, letting Riddleman lock eyes with him as the cigar was finally passed back to him.

“And how else do you think you can satisfy me?” Riddleman asked. “You obviously know enough to make sure we produce a good cigar, and hopefully a good enough cigarette to fool most men, but what else can you do for me?” He asked, holding the ass scented cigar in front of him and still fixing Luca with his hooded eyes.

Luca felt the heat rise up in his body, like a physical surge racing through him, and moved in and kissed Riddelman on the mouth. Then he hesitated a moment, not entirely sure how to go on, because Riddleman stood there, immobile, holding the cigar. Then Luca started to unbutton his own shirt. He was in a casual shirt and pants, because this had been an informal interview. No human resources manager would have been satisfied with the selection procedure Riddleman used, and Luca hadn’t felt he needed to look like an accountant when he dressed for the meeting.

Now Luca undressed as if he were performing a striptease to some unheard music, and he was more than aroused himself by the setting, by the thick, used cigar, and the lustful look in Riddleman’s half-closed eyes. He fixed his eyes on the big cigar, sure now that Riddleman knew exactly what he wanted to do with it and that he, Luca, had guessed exactly what that was. And he was interested. He liked to be dominated like this sometimes. And Riddleman was a man who could dominate.

Luca’s cock sprang up against his flat belly as he removed his briefs, and he stood there naked, as he wrapped one hand about his erection and stroked himself and pinched tuzla escort his nipples and stroked his belly before cupping his balls in his other hand. But as he was getting ready to turn around, Riddleman extended the cigar and pressed it to Luca’s lips, and Luca laughed silently as he opened up to allow it into this mouth. Then he closed his lips and made love to the big, fat, smooth-skinned cigar with his tongue and cheeks, wetting it down and caressing it, deep throating the slick column of tobacco as Riddelman fucked it in and out of Luca’s mouth.

Luca’s eyes were locked on Riddleman’s as he made love to the cigar in his mouth and stroked his own cock, though he wanted to be stroking Riddleman’s cock. Wanted to be taken. The big man’s free hand was flicking over his new employee’s chest and squeezing Luca’s nipples and then ran down to join Luca’s hand stroking his cock before it descended to his balls and squeezed them. Luca opened his mouth and cried out, as his cock spouted cum up onto Riddleman’s shirt and up his own belly.

When the cigar was finally withdrawn from his mouth, well soaked in saliva, Luca and Riddleman both seemed to shudder in an ecstasy of shared heat, and Luca turned and bent over, reaching back and parting his firm round butt cheeks, to open his crack and present his hole to Riddleman.

Luca was happy to let Riddleman believe he owned his new employee, his new factory manager, because right then in the humidor-lined room, he almost did.

Luca’s breathing was jerky as the wet cigar was pressed to his rim and moved around it, rimming him with the damp, tightly rolled end of the column of tobacco. His hole twitched wildly, opening up, wanting Riddleman to force the thick cigar in. Then the cigar was being pushed in, lubricated by its saliva coating. His own spit and Riddleman’s, helping it move into his well-used channel.

Luca couldn’t suppress his moan of pleasure as it dragged along his walls on its slightly painful entry. And as it was rotated and fucked into him, he bucked and begged as eagerly for it to go deeper and harder as he would for any big cock that might be filling him. Maybe even more, as knowing it was a cigar already worked inside the passage of at least one of the young men in the factory he was going to be taking over, aroused him even more.

Only when the cigar had opened him fully was it withdrawn, and Luca still held his cheeks apart in anticipation, though his own cock ached for some attention. Riddleman was not as thick as the cigar had been, but his full length could enter Luca, burying itself deep until his mass of dark pubic hair was crushed against the Latin’s skin, and Luca groaned as the big man drove his hard tool into him. When Riddleman was pumping him hard and deep, Luca finally reached for his own cock and stroked it.

But Riddleman had other ideas, and wanted control, and taking hold of Luca’s wrists, jerked on his arms, up and back, pulling Luca back to him as he thrust deep, getting even more depth to his fucking as Luca felt pain in his arms and a deep fullness and real possession. Then Riddleman had pulled out, his big fat cock slurping, and with both men panting, had pushed Luca to one of the walls and turned him around facing him, and had him hike his legs up around his hips and settled him back onto his cock.

Luca embraced Riddleman as he lowered himself down ad lifted himself up fucking himself, rubbing his own throbbing tool up against the big man’s slightly bulging belly, moaning and opening his mouth for a kiss. Riddleman dug his tongue into Luca’s mouth and explored it briefly.

Then Riddleman was pushing Luca’s chest back and moving away from the dark wood-paneled wall. Luca suddenly lost his grip and his head and arms fell back to the floor, Riddleman’s big, surprisingly strong hands gripping his hips, the fingers digging in until Luca had himself balanced on his shoulders, Then Riddleman fucked down into him, and as Luca looked up his belly he saw a cigar, and screamed out as Riddleman lay the tobacco pole against the top of his cock. Luca was almost sobbing with relief as he saw it was the Cuban cigar Riddleman had been mouthing earlier, not the African monster, that was now pressing to the top of Riddleman’s own cock. A cock pulled back in Luca’s hole so that the tip of the cigar could work its way in the first small distance. Luca arched and moaned and spread his thighs as wide as he could, crying out at the rough stretching that the thick cock and the premium cigar were giving him, and moaning loudly as Riddleman expertly worked the two hard tools together in his stretched passage, in a wild plowing that was over too soon in a flooding creaming of Luca’s guts.

Then a hand encased Luca’s throbbing cock and squeezed and rubbed his cap and in a wild spasm, he spouted cum up onto Riddleman’s chest and chin, then spouted another load as his cock was milked again. Totally spent, Luca’s legs let go and he slid to the floor, looking up at Riddleman, who pendik escort stood between his tangled legs and looked down at him with a satisfied smile on his face.

It was then, while observing Riddleman’s expression as he looked down on him, with his cum dribbling from his ass, that Luca decided he didn’t like Riddleman and was going to see how much money he could screw out of him. And Luca knew almost as much about screwing money out of wealthy men as he did about cigars.

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Those Luca saw working below him as he looked out over the cigar factory through his office window were mostly bone and ropy sinews. Big heads and undernourished, with flashing white teeth. He was no philanthropist, but he knew the factory workers were better off than most of the others in their villages, than most in Cameroon, in fact, and work in the factory was eagerly sought.

Then Luca walked to the other side of his office and looked out on the other part of the factory. The part that he had spent the time since his arrival setting up for Riddleman. It was smaller, but the floor was concrete and fully enclosed, and it was filled with modern cigarette making machines, with several young men working in the hot, steamy conditions, watching the machines as they spun out hundreds of thousands of cigarettes each day. They were being wrapped in fine white paper with a tan patterned band below a strip of type that said, “Marlboro” on it and packed in the familiar red and white packet. And, in fact, the quality of the cigarettes Luca knew was very good. They were good enough to be accepted in most places in place of the real thing and even went to the Canary Islands and Spain.

This part of the factory was where the brightest and best workers were employed, and here the young men were more filled out. As he watched, one man walked up the corridor between the two rows of machines, and his hips moved in a way that showed-off his full-rounded butt. Luca smiled, sure that Misoni was hoping he, Luca, was watching him.

Luca flipped the intercom switch on the phone on his desk, “Misoni,” was all he said.

Several youths looked up at the window, or at Misoni, and grinned as the young black man made his way up the metal staircase, which clanged with each step, telling Luca when he had arrived in the outer office where Margaret, Luca’s secretary sat. She knew better than to ask any questions, or to gossip, and just looked down her nose at Misoni, the latest young man to be making the climb, barely looking up from her computer screen as the young man opened Luca’s office door and stepped through.

The young man’s mouth was split in a gleaming white smile, and he was dropping his shorts and grasping his already-engorging dick as the door closed behind him. Luca had also shed his shorts and pushed his chair away from his desk, so he was sitting in plain view of the door, with his own heavily veined erection in his fist and a smile on his face.

Misoni dropped to his knees between Luca’s spread thighs and, holding his bosses meaty tool steady, the young African took the huge pole into his mouth, his experience with sucking showing in how quickly he was deep throating its full length. Luca growled in response and took hold of the black man’s hair as his black curly head bobbed up and down over Luca’s lap, his cock sliding in and out of Misoni’s tight lips and sinking into his even tighter throat. What he lacked in sophisticated technique Misoni more than made up for in enthusiasm and his ability to take it all.

Luca fucked the ready mouth for a while, moving his tool about inside the soft cavern as Misoni worked his tongue about, eagerly slobbering and sucking on what he was being fed. Then when he was ready, Luca pulled himself out of Misoni’s mouth and pulled the young man up and turned him around and lay him across his desk on his stomach

From his desk drawer Luca pulled out the lubricant and condoms and fingered the gel roughly into Misonis’s hole, enjoying the young man’s squirming and yelping. When Luca was done with Misoni’s passage, he crowned himself and sat back, and the young African came up and lowered himself onto Luca’s throbbing pole, Luca guiding his cap to Misoni’s hole and letting him impale himself slowly on its full length.

Luca groaned at the slow encasing of his tool by the experienced bottom settling down on him.

“Yes. Nice and tight,” He moaned and pulled Misoni down hard.

“Oh boss. Oh boss. You is so big,” Misoni squealed.

“Ha,” Luca gasped, fully encased and starting to lift Misoni’s hips, “Tell me, I am the best fucking boss you have ever had?”

“You are the best fucking, fucking boss I have ever had, boss,” Misoni cried out as he lifted himself up along the rod buried inside him, and then settled down on it again. “Yes boss, you are sure the best fucking boss,” he sighed as he lifted his butt again, wriggling as he settled back, moving Luca’s long cock inside him, so it was rubbing new places on its journey up and up.

There were voices outside briefly, talking English, and then a giant of a black man opened the office door, stepped inside, and closed it, and Luca looked up into the face of Ahmadou, the locally based American agent for the cigarette manufacturing equipment. The new arrival already had his pants unzipped and his big fat cock out, stroking the dark rod to hardness.

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A school trip to New Caledonia worked out a lot more exciting than I thought. Our hotel room mates had been sorted weeks ago and I was quite excited because my friend and I got to share a room, just the two of us.

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After arriving at our hotel, the 30º heat was really getting to us so we crossed the road and went to the beach for a long needed afternoon swim. The water was so clear and beautiful, nothing like what we have at home. But after an hour or so, my room mate Jake decided to go back and shower etc. I said that I would be up in 10 minutes or so. So as he went back to the hotel, I continued playing around in the water with a few of the girls in our group.

We all decided to get out not long after and reside to our respective rooms. I opened the door to our hotel room and Jake was still in the shower. I was dry but cold and wished he would hurry up, so I decided to use one of the other rooms’ showers. As I walked out of our room, I caught a glimpse through the considerably large crack in the open bathroom door. There izmir escort was Jake, on the floor of the shower with water running over his chest, his legs spread wide in the air and two fingers were thrusting in and out of his cute white arse, his other hand jerking his cock.

I was slightly shocked at first, not thinking that he would be the kind of guy to do that. But as I looked a little closer, I was getting highly aroused. I just had to do something! I went back and dropped my stuff on the bed, getting undressed but keeping my underwear on, not that it hid much of my hard cock. I walked back to the bathroom and just walked in, as if on accident. I acted shocked to see Jake on the floor of the shower playing with himself, even though deep down I was extremely turned on. And I pretended to stumble over my words, and pathetically apologise, all the while Jake’s still got his fingers in his arse, saying not to worry, but just don’t tell anyone.

I thought to myself that I could use kahramanmaraş escort this to my advantage. “I won’t tell anybody if you don’t Jake”, I said, and he looked confused. I kept my underwear on and just got into the shower with him as my heart began to race. I bent down and kissed him, running my hands over his chest and then I lifted him up, pushing him to the corner as we made out. His warm, wet body against mine. I removed my underwear and our hard cocks met each other, as if they too were making out.

Both of us having never done anything with another guy before, were quite nervous, but we continued as quietly as possible. Suddenly, I find myself being pushed down to take his cock in my mouth. As I get eye level with it, I now realise how big it is. At least 9 inch, about the same as mine. I begin with a slow hand job as I take his balls, sucking them into my mouth and a moan escapes his sweet lips. I take the head slowly into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste manavgat escort of my first cock. I get about 4 inches into my mouth and just about gag, but I’m determined to take more. I push myself further onto his cock and get another 3 inch before it feels like it’s in my stomach. The feeling is wonderful though. After a few minutes of sucking him off, his breathing begins to get faster and I can tell he’s nearing the edge. I don’t want him to come though, I have other plans.

I stop sucking him and he looks disappointed, but I reassure him that I will let him come, just not yet. We kiss again, before he gets down and returns the favour. Taking my rock hard cock into his mouth, his first cock and my first male. I can instantly feel that he knows what he’s doing, and he mimics what I did to him, taking as much as he can down his throat and sucking it gently. Then he takes my balls into his mouth and gives me a fast hand job, before going back to my cock, licking from the space between my arse and my balls, right up to the head of my cock before engulfing it in his mouth. I hold his head and begin to face fuck him and he starts to moan and hum, sending shivers through my cock. I’m nearing orgasm, and he continues. As I come, he takes as much of my cock as he can, shooting my seed right down his throat as he looks into my eyes.

And I thought he was sweet and innocent. But there is more to come…

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In which our hero finds commerce.

It is a rainy Saturday afternoon and my wife and I are having lunch at a bistro restaurant. The weather means that the training ride has been canceled and so I have a leisure day. We have decided to lunch and then there are some shops nearby where my wife wants to browse and do some craft shopping. We are near the end of a delicious lunch when I look up past my wife and see a table on the far side of the room occupied by three men. They are talking together and one of them is gesturing in my direction. I try to ignore this and focus on the conversation with my wife. But there is something unnerving about the animation of the three men directed in my direction. And then it hits me with a shock of recognition. I realize with my stomach doing a lurch that I recognize the fellow who has been pointing at me. He is from the Mr. B party, the guy sitting directly in front of me, anxious to take Ted’s place after the show ended. And it is clear that he has recognized me. Of course I don’t know his name and he does not know mine, but that hardly matters under the circumstances.

I suggest to my wife that I will settle the bill and that she can go on ahead, that I will join her in the craft store shortly. I tell her that I need to use the rest room so I will be a few minutes. My wife agrees and rises to depart. We give each other a small kiss of fondness and she is out the door. I wave for the waitress to get the bill. As I am waiting, I see the fellow get up and approach my table. He sits down and greets me with, ‘I have been waiting for months for my session with you’. I tell him that I don’t know what he is talking about, but of course I do know. He goes on with, ‘I see you have replaced your pimp with a better act, your wife I assume’. I ask him what he wants. He answers that he already made that clear, he wants his session with me. I ask him if he is suggesting that I drop my trousers and bend over the table. He laughs and responds that he had the men’s room in mind. I tell him that he is mad and I start to get up to leave. He puts a restraining hand on mine and suggests that he could ask my wife about a better location, say our bed.

I sit back down and look at him. I ask again what he wants from me. A fuck he answers me, what he had coming at the party and what he was swindled out of by B and I. I tell him that if there was a misunderstanding that is between him and B, I got no money from him. He responds that he intends to settle the misunderstanding here and now. He tells me to get up and meet him in the men’s room. I look across the room and see his two friends still at their table watching us. I ask about his friends. Associates the fellow tells me. They ensure that there are no misunderstandings. I tell him that the party was a performance where I got paid to perform. There was nothing personal in it. I tell him that he should talk to B if he wants to arrange something further but that this is hardly the time or place. The waitress returns and I sign the credit card statement. I get up to leave and he takes my arm. There is menace in his voice as he tells me that I will regret it if I make a scene here in public. We walk toward the men’s room and I see his two associates get up and follow. We stop in the hallway and I tell him that I am not going to let him and his associates hurt me, that I am prepared to start screaming bloody murder, and that there will be police. Opening the men’s room door he tells me in the same menacing voice that I am going to love it.

We are in the men’s room, he and one of his associates whom he addresses as Bert. The other associate, Bill, is left outside the door to ensure that there are no interruptions. He is standing in front of me. He pulls money out of his pocket and slams it down on the sink counter. He looks at me and says,’ here is your money ass fuck, take it and get down on your knees’. He tells me to make it good as the sooner I am done here, the sooner I can get back to wifey. What I want more than anything is to get out of here quickly without a scene and without being injured. It will not do any good at all to have a scene that I will have to explain. I sink to my knees in front of him. I look up at the sneer of triumphant on his face as he observes to his associate, ‘you see Bert, I told you he would cooperate, a natural born cocksucker’. He looks down at me and tells me to get busy. I reach up and grab the bills, stuffing them into my pocket. I unfasten his belt buckle and pull down his zipper. I pull his clothing down to his knees. His cock is three quarters full.

I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth. I let it soak in my mouth for a few minutes. He comes to full hardness in my mouth, my tongue cradling his erection. From above I hear the menacing voice, ‘so far so good ass fuck, now start sucking, like you did to your boyfriend, if you do a better job on me than you did on him, maybe I won’t have to stuff it in your asshole to get off like he did’. I begin sliding my lips up and down on his shaft. He possesses an average organ in all respects; average ardahan escort length and girth and straight with a pointed cock head. His balls are hanging down between his legs and I reach out a hand to cup them. I roll his balls in my hand. I flick my tongue on the underside of his cock, teasing the skin of his organ. I press my lips on the shaft and slide up and down, pressing hard, sucking on his cock. I feel him throb in my mouth and begin to think that perhaps if he comes quickly, this will be over and I can escape. I reflect that this is my worst nightmare, to be recognized and exposed from an anonymous encounter.

I continue sucking, my lips on his hard shaft, just past the head, sliding up and down. He has veins in the shaft of his cock that become apparent now as he becomes more aroused. My lips slide back and forth on the ribbed shaft. I can taste his essence. My goal is to make him cum quickly and to that end I am flicking my tongue on the sweet spot of his cock, just under the head. I feel him stiffen and it is clear that he enjoys this. From above I hear his voice, ‘ah Bert, you are going to love this cocksucker’s mouth. I feel his beefy hand on my head and he pulls his cock out of my mouth, holding my head so that his cock bounces and rubs on my face. He looks down at me and tells me to lick his balls. I reach up to grab his wet cock in my hand, intending to stroke it while I lick his balls. I dip my head between his legs and lick the skin of his balls, swirling my hand on his cock shaft as I do so. I have a firm grip on his cock and pump up and down on it while I lick both of his balls. More from the voice above follows as he directs me to suck on his balls. As he says this, he takes my hand away from his cock; I can only hope because he is close to finishing. I strain my neck and suck one of his balls into my mouth, sucking on it, then switch to the other. I have my hand on his leg to maintain my balance. I hear him speak again, ‘yes nice, very nice my little ass fuck’.

I let go of his balls and take his cock back in my mouth. I have my hands on his hips and I begin sucking on his cock in earnest, my lips pressing hard on the shaft, sliding up and down on it just below the head. I resume lapping the underside of his cock shaft with my tongue, rapidly teasing the sweet spot. I hear him gasp in pleasure. He pushes my head away again, his cock fully hard and throbbing in front of my face, gleaming from the wetness of my mouth. He holds my head for a few minutes with his cock bobbing out in front of him. I know now that he is close to climax as this is an effort to delay. I feign a desperate desire to suck on his cock by pressing my head on his hand and pulling on his hips in a clear effort to take his cock back in my mouth. I hear his voice again, ‘our ass fuck here has fallen in love with my cock Bert. He can’t wait to get his cocksucking mouth back on me’. I reflect that at least a part of that is true. He releases my head and I slide my lips back over his cock. I resume sucking, enthusiastically as I am convinced that he will cum soon and this will be over.

He takes my head in his beefy hands and begins thrusting his hips, driving his cock into my mouth. I think he is probably going to try to humiliate me in front of his associate and so I am being careful to time his thrusts so that I can take deep breaths. And sure enough, he drives the head of his cock into my throat and presses my face hard against his belly. I am fortunate that he is not bigger so that I can relax and let him soak without gagging and struggling. He holds me there for a moment and then resumes rapid fucking of his cock in my mouth. I am pressing my lips firmly on the shaft of his cock and licking the underside. I hear him gasp out in pleasure and expect to feel him ejaculate in my mouth at any moment. The room has dissipated and my senses are flooded with the wet sound of his cock fucking my mouth and the hair on his belly in front of me. His trusts become frantic and I tense for his climax in my mouth. But just as I expect him to cum, he jerks his erection out of my mouth, holds the top of my head in a vice like grip and I see him pumping energetically on his cock. And then just before it happens, I realize that he intends to cum on my face. And then I feel his cum impacting on my skin; one bolt of cum, a second bolt, a third bolt of his cum on my face.

There is nothing for it but to let him finish and he does so, pumping on his cock with his hand while holding my head. He gasps out his pleasure as he ejaculates. When he is done, he rubs the head of his cock on my face to wipe off the last drop of his juice, his cum slowly running down my cheeks. He gasps a last time, releasing my head, and staggers back a step. A loud exhalation and I see him pulling up his clothes and restoring order. I start to rise, hopeful that now that he has cum, he will want to leave. But I hear him say, ‘okay Bert, your turn’. I stand and reach for paper towels to wipe my face. As I turn, I see myself in the mirror, globs adıyaman escort of his cum on my skin, slowly sinking down my face. I reflect that I have looked better. I take several towels and wipe, followed by a wet wipe. I turn and there is Bert and his boss starting at me. I toss the towels in the trash and tell them that I have been paid for one so unless they have an objection, I am leaving. The boss thinks this is funny and observes, ‘well Bert, ass fuck here has not lost his sense of humor or his balls’. Bert pushes down on my shoulder. I look at him and tell him my money first. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out some bills, and slams them down on the counter. I pick them up and stuff them in my pocket. I don’t know how much and I do not care. It is some measure of self-respect from these wonderful people that I am demanding.

I sink down to my knees, the two men staring at me. Bert unfastens and displays his cock; I note a rather ordinary affair with a pronounced right bend. He seems to have found watching me suck on his boss arousing as he is full. I take his cock in my mouth, letting him soak for a minute during which he becomes very hard. I begin sucking on his organ, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft. I ponder the relationship of these men, whether they are actually gay or if this is some sort of power trip. Bert seems to be enjoying the exercise as he is quite hard in my mouth. But he is not saying a word in front of his boss. The boss is behind me so I can’t see if he is watching. But as I am pondering this, I hear the door open and close. It is then that Bert comes to life, asking if the boss is guarding the door. A new voice that I assume belongs to Bill answers in the affirmative. Bert then reports that ‘the boss sprayed all over the cock suckers face, you should have seen it’. I gather that he found the display arousing. I press my lips harder on the cock in my mouth, flicking my tongue on the underside. I would very much like Bert to stop talking and concentrate. I begin bobbing my head faster, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft. Bert responds, ‘yeah, that’s it, suck on my big cock’. I wonder if he is talking about someone else or if he is just ignorant as to the relative size of cocks.

I take my mouth off of his cock with a big show of gasping for breath and wiping the tears from my eyes. I reach my hand up and wrap my fingers around the shaft. I begin pumping on his organ. He arches his hips out and I pump my hand vigorously on his cock, squeezing my fingers on the shaft. He is quite hard and I assume he will cum soon. I do not want him to spray his cum on my clothes so I will want to take him back in my mouth at the critical moment. I lean forward and begin flicking my tongue on the head of his cock, all the while pumping vigorously on the shaft. I hear him groan. I lean forward and take the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on it and flicking my tongue over it. And then suddenly he grabs my head in both hands and begins frantically thrusting his hips, fucking his cock into my mouth. I press my lips on the shaft. He responds with a groan of pleasure and drives his cock into my throat and holds my head there in a death grip. I was not expecting this and so have been caught off guard on my breathing. Fortunately he is not large and so has not penetrated far, but even so, it takes all of my will power to repress a choking struggle. I don’t want to give him that satisfaction. Finally he jerks his cock out of my mouth and I gasp a great inhalation. My eyes are watering so that I can hardly see but of course I know his cock is just there in front of me. He is still holding my head in his hands and I try to lean forward to take him back in my mouth. There is no point in a delay to let him cool off.

He strains against me but I pull on his hips and I get my lips around the head of his cock, resuming my squeezing and sucking on his organ. I feel him throb and then his hands relax. I take his cock in my mouth and suck vigorously, my lips pressing on the shaft just past the head. As I suspected, he was trying to cool for a moment but now it is all over for him as I feel him stiffen in my mouth. I flick my tongue rapidly on the underside of his cock and I feel him respond by going rock hard. He groans, presses his hand hard on my head to prevent me from withdrawing, and ejaculates in my mouth. I stop moving the instant I taste his cum flowing onto my tongue. I relax and let him finish in my mouth. He reposes for some minutes, the room in utter silence. I can only assume he was embarrassed about expressing much pleasure in front of his colleague, but it is clear that he very much enjoyed his blowjob. Eventually he withdraws from my mouth and steps back. He observes to Bill that I am a talented cock sucker. He restores order to his clothes and tells Bill that he will wait outside.

And then it is the last of the three. I wipe the tears from my eyes and look up at him. ‘Well?’ I ask. He unfastens and displays his specimen. I observe that he is not fully hard karabük escort and that gives me pause as he is enormous. I look from his cock up to his face and back again. He says not a word. I look back up at him and ask if his boss has seen this thing at full mast. He answers no. I respond that he should take my advice and keep it that way as he is much, much larger than his employer who I judge would not be happy to be known as small cock. I lean forward and take the head of his cock in my mouth. It is not altogether an easy thing as he really is a mouthful. The head itself is not overly large but the shaft just past the head swells to an enormous girth. He is uncut and if it were me, I would deal with this extra and unnecessary material as he must have a hard time finding someplace to implant this monster. I wrap my hand around the shaft and begin pumping on it. His cock is full but not excessively hard. I continue pumping my hand on his cock at a modestly slow pace and squeeze the shaft with my fingers as I do so. I would very much like him to get harder as I will know that I am making some progress at this exercise.

But in that objective I am disappointed. He is full and I taste the essence of him on my tongue. But his organ does not firm up. I begin to wonder if this is a species that I occasionally see in porn films, so large a girth that there is not enough blood flow to get really hard. With some effort, I slide my lips down the shaft of his cock. My mouth is full to the point of being stuffed and I have only half of him. I continue my pumping on the shaft, letting him soak in my mouth as I do so. I have my tongue cradling the cock but my mouth is so full that I can hardly lick to any great effect. I slide my mouth down further on the shaft until I have him pressing on my throat. There is no way that I can swallow an organ of this size but I am hoping that the sensation will be sufficiently pleasurable that he will climax. I reach between his legs and cup his balls and he responds immediately with a groan of pleasure. I continue pumping on the shaft while I milk his balls in my hand. My jaws begin to hurt from the strain of his enormous cock. I reflect on the burden of living with such an organ. Where does one find to put it? And once having found a berth, the lack of rigidity means that it would be a constant struggle to keep it inserted.

That this is so is made clear when I begin to slide my mouth back off of his cock. I hope to ease the strain on my jaws for a moment, but I immediately feel his hand on my head, gently urging me back. I squeeze his balls and slide my mouth back on his cock, now sliding my lips up and down on the shaft, as deeply as I can manage. My jaws ache and I am tearing from the strain. I am squeezing his cock in my mouth, more from the enormous girth of the organ than any deliberate strategy. But the effect is the same and it becomes clear that my efforts have had a satisfactory effect. I feel his legs begin to shake. I steel myself to continue sliding my mouth up and down on the shaft despite my aching jaws. I hear him gasp in pleasure and he murmurs ‘don’t stop, oh please don’t stop’. And then I feel the faintest taste of him, I assume an ejaculation but I am not sure. I continue sliding my mouth slowly up and down the shaft until finally I hear an exhalation and his hand on my head stops my movement. I let go of his balls, release my hand on the shaft of his cock, and I let him repose in my mouth. Since he never really got hard, there was little sense of a pre-climax stiffening and there is no obvious post climax deflation. Finally he takes a step backward and withdraws from my mouth, wrapping his hand around his cock as he does so. He squeezes himself in his hand with an exhalation, I assume from pleasure. He looks down at me and tells me that that felt wonderful. I have no sensation of any volume of ejaculate in my mouth. I ponder again on the great differences in human physiology, that enormous organ and he ejaculates a droplet or two, apparently to great satisfaction.

Bill fastens up; volubly exhaling in what I assume is an expression of post climax bliss. I have risen and used paper towels to wipe my face and clear the tearing from my eyes. I flex my jaws which are sore from the exercise on his organ. He departs the room without another word or glance. I wait for a few minutes, hoping earnestly that this is over. If this is the end of it, then I will have escaped a great danger. In a few minutes, a patron comes into the room to use the facility. I take this to mean that the trio have departed. I exit and immediately go outside, observing no sign of my recent company.

I pull the money out of my pocket and count. Two hundred and thirty seven dollars for roughly thirty minutes of my time spent on my knees giving blowjobs. Seventy-nine dollars per blowjob, including tip. I have a brief fantasy about driving through the trade district and doing some comparative shopping on the street cost of an anonymous blowjob. I reflect that at this rate, I would need to give only 1,265 blowjobs per year to make a decent living as a professional cock sucker. As I calm down from my dark humor ruminations, I consider that as far as I can determine, I have made a miraculous escape from a very dangerous situation. I head over to the craft shop and there is my wife with several articles in her arms. What do you think of these she asks, holding them up for my comment.

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The Reader

JEFF D BUCHANAN

Copyright © 2021 Jeff D Buchanan

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The Reader

After much time and work, insecurity and uncertainty, Elery Shore had finally begun to attain some success with her career as a freelance copy-editor and reading aide. Her website encouraged people of all ages to partake of her gifts as a linguistics major and a lover of literature. She held a deep passion for the tantalizing rhythm of words authors strung together in their beautifully fluid telling of stories. Ever since she was a young girl, Elery loved books, spending countless hours alone poring over the pages and escaping into the wonderful landscapes of her–and the author’s–imagination. Adding to the equation that bolstered her reader-for-hire offerings was the fact that she possessed a pleasantly mature, feminine voice that imbued her reading with a kind of verbal honey.

To date, Elery’s growing client pool of people requiring a reader had been predominantly that of parents interested in getting their children into better schools by hoping to push their offspring towards an appreciation for the written word. She often attempted to curb parent’s ambitions, explaining that any progress came down to an individual’s genuine interest in books, which unfortunately, they would have to arrive at on their own.

Over the past months Elery had been receiving calls from people who subsequently hired her to read to their aging and ailing, often bed-ridden parents. She enjoyed the time spent in various homes and care facilities, sitting alongside a bed where–often prone and somewhat despondent–rested an elderly man or woman who looked out at her from life-withered faces as they listened to her eloquent voice carefully unravel the stories. Some drifted off to sleep, others fell into catatonic states. Most, however, defied their physical deteriorations with a sparkling lucidity in their eyes as they listened, enraptured, like an infant marveling at all around it. Elery would sit, turning the pages, reading, her soft voice respectfully cradling each and every word, transforming them into an aural elixir that lingered in the air like a tantalizing morning haze.

One day Elery received an inquiry from an older man desiring to hire a reader. She traded two e-mails and then a phone call with the prospective client. The man at the other end of the line introduced himself. His voice, though aged, had a youthful resonance that left Elery believing he was most likely inquiring about her services for one of his parents. Agreements arrived at and address exchanged, a date was set for a formal, face-to-face introduction. Elery penciled it into her calendar for the following Monday.

The day of the meeting with the prospective new client Elery paid special attention to her appearance in order to make the best impression–not that she wasn’t always immaculate and well groomed. She chose a somewhat conservative dress and modest heels. After a final look at herself in the mirror she then headed off to catch the B train to the south side of town.

Experienced with this routine of meeting new clients, Elery wasn’t the least bit nervous, listening to the shriek and scrape of the subway train’s wheels against the iron tracks as it raced through the darkened underground. Elery always used any free time to read, as she was doing now, her second time through Cormac McCarthy’s All The Pretty Horses.

Books had always been a pleasant escape for her, a place to while away the hours, escaping into fantasies and other places. They were her friends, the various fictional characters often holding more realism and truisms than those of actual flesh and blood. The books had sheltered her broken heart on several occasions, as they were presently–her last relationship having suffered the calamities that so often prey upon love. A confusing squabble, a heated exchange, and, poof! Another man she had dared to love had vanished, leaving behind no physical proof that he had ever existed. Like a ghost known only to her, with the once lovely memories fading into sad obscurity.

The tiresome routines of romance brought a beleaguered and sour reality that the books never plagued her with. For the time being, Elery was happy to be unattached, un-tethered to a man, finding her own sensual escapes in the imagined stories of others, with the frequent retreat into self-satisfaction so many lovelorn people resort to.

After twenty minutes on the subway and one train change, Elery emerged from the underground into the warmth of the day, got her bearings, and headed off into the tangle of residential streets. A few minutes later she arrived at an elegant three-story red brick home on a tree-lined avenue that looked to have been built at the front end of the 20th century. A manicured lawn bordered a cement pathway that led to the porch. Ascending the steps Elery felt the palpable air of history that hung about the home. She then stepped into the shade of the porch and rang the doorbell, listening to the cascade of metal bell sounds resonate kastamonu escort the house on the other side of the ornate front door.

A moment later the door was opened to an older man dressed in beige khakis and a blue dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His hair was short and full, brilliantly gray and combed straight back. He looked to be in his mid-seventies, but it was hard to tell. He stood eye-to-eye in height to Elery and despite a slight bend of years had relatively good posture and a slim physique. A pleasant, friendly smile accentuated his handsome, sun-weathered and deeply lined face. When he extended his hand to shake hers she took note of the Rolex watch adorning his right arm. A ‘lefty,’ she thought to herself.

“Ms. Shore?” he inquired, his voice laced with an appealing aspect of aged masculinity.

To which Elery simply responded, “Yes.”

“Pleasure,” the man said, holding his gaze on her a moment too long, pleasantly surprised with her attractive appearance. “Come in.”

Elery found herself being led through the spacious old home, past the grand staircase that circled up to the second and then the third floors, a massive wood banister curving with it. The home was tastefully decorated and held what appeared to be a good number of rare antiques. The only sound aside from their footsteps against the hardwood floor was that of a large, ornate grandfather clock chiming out the exact hour of her agreed upon arrival.

“You’re punctual,” the man offered as he led her down the hall, “I like that.”

A moment later Elery was sitting across from the man in a small study, the walls tiered with cherry hardwood shelves that held hundreds of books, many of them first editions. A massive mahogany desk dominated the room. Heavy drapes were opened to reveal a large window, the view of the backyard softened through sheer curtains. An over-sized globe was illumed from within. There was a well-worn leather reading chair paired with a brass reading lamp and small table just large enough to hold a good-sized novel and a Brandy.

Elery sat on the leather couch opposite, hands clasped together demurely in her lap, fingers racing the thin strap of her purse. She assumed this was the initial interview and that she would then be led upstairs to be introduced to an ailing father or mother in a large poster bed, where she would draw a comfortable chair alongside and set to reading a book to a person who may, or may not even know that she was there.

“Ms. Shore,” the man spoke, “I did due diligence, your resume is impressive and your references impeccable. If we decide to enter into an arrangement I would like to secure your services three times a week. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Two hours per day, preferably mid-day. And for that I will pay you the stated rate on your website. Which I believe is twenty dollars per hour.”

“I would have to charge for travel time, given the distance,” Elery countered. “So that would add perhaps another hour per visit.”

“Not a problem.”

“Well, what can I answer for you, or tell you about myself?” Elery said, breaking the ice toward the interview.

“There’s nothing I need to know. You simply need to read.”

“To whom will I be reading?” Elery asked.

“Me,” the man came back.

“Oh, I thought perhaps a family member.”

“I’ve no family. It is only me now,” he said, placing his elbow on the arm of the chair and settling his chin onto his knuckles, studying her intensely.

“Oh, all right,” Elery responded, adjusting her preconceptions.

After a moment of quiet deliberation the man took from his desk an old volume of White Jacket by Herman Melville. He handed her the novel, which she handled with care, believing it to be quite old. When she opened it the lovely smell of old paper wafted up into her nostrils.

“One thing you need to know, before we go any further,” the man said as he studied her. “I would like you to be completely naked when you read to me.”

Elery couldn’t hide her surprise. She sat, holding the novel in her hands, digesting what the man, a virtual stranger, had just said.

“If that offends you, or makes you uncomfortable in any way, I understand. I will gladly pay you your full rate for the day and we will say goodbye.” He watched her for a moment, waiting for a response.

Elery’s eyes combed the room. She was uneasy, looking for something to fix on.

“I’ve made you uncomfortable,” the man proffered.

Her initial thought was to politely thank him and bid him farewell then and there. Then make for the front door and escape into the sunlight and be gone from the house that smelled of another era. But his soft voice and sincere and polite disposition put her at ease. He made no move to explain himself, no attempt to excuse his request. He simply sat there studying her with the wisdom of someone who has lived a long time. As she sat there, mulling it over, the idea took vague hold.

“Well,” Elery managed, fingers now kneading the strap of her purse, “that’s certainly a first for kayseri escort me… or rather… would be a first for me.”

“Have you a boyfriend?” the man asked.

The question elicited a flurry of images of the man Elery believed to be the one who had subsequently vanished. “No,” she answered, with a delicate and somewhat sentimental dismay.

Her answer seemed to exonerate them both from any concerns of encroachment or disloyalty on an existing relationship with regard to his request.

“I’m not asking for sex, or any type of copulation,” the man offered. “I just would like for you to be nude when you read to me.”

Elery sat quietly, assembling the elements before her. This man, of a certain age that certainly had seen a rich string of life experiences–and no doubt many dalliances with women–still carrying a handsomeness and vitality, yet perhaps no longer capable, or interested, in chasing after the often difficult ritual of finding a mate, was now perhaps content–and obviously quite able in terms of resources–to explore his fetish on his own, unapologetic terms. She thought of her own escape into books that so gratified her wants, sans the troubles of relationships, and surmised she had merely met another bewildered soul who had found similar satisfaction in the uncomplicated and physically un-hurtful realms of the written word.

The man’s provocative request was certainly softened by his cultured demeanor and social status. A man on the street, in vulgar approach with the same request would warrant a slap to the face. But sitting there, eyes locked firmly, knowing that the future of their liaison rest fully with her, his demeanor took on a kind of attractive vulnerability. He had no doubt been here before, proffering this same arrangement to other young women, most likely suffering being scolded and rebuffed, as well, perhaps, enjoying the indulgences and fancies of adventurous young girls willing to partake. She wondered about his history. Was this a new fetish? Perhaps arriving with age and the onset of incapacity that often arises with males against the passing of years.

The man was experienced enough to sense Elery’s tension easing, her shoulders relaxing as her body settled back into the couch. He chose this moment to launch into a very succinct explanation as to how he would like to be read to. For the next five minutes Elery listened as the man explained she was to be naked, her hair up with just the right amount of loose strands framing her face. She was to wear reading glasses. If she didn’t need them or have them, he would procure a pair for her. When she informed him that she wore glasses to read he was pleased, and asked to see them. Elery withdrew the glass case from her purse and showed them to him. They were gold, thin wire rims with small oval lens. He nodded approvingly. With each reveal of his concise desires, Elery was getting more comfortable with the idea. As with sex, the more one gets comfortable with a partner, the more acceptable even the most outrageous of suggestions.

Given that this was their first meeting and she could not have known, he informed her that on subsequent visits she was to wear tall black heels. He was quite specific about the color and style. Other than the glasses and heels she was to be completely naked, save for the book, held just so. The only other item she would be allowed to wear–which he seemed to accept upon sight of it–was the dainty gold watch with its petite black strap that adorned her left wrist.

At the end of his instructions the man looked at her, his face in earnest, tacitly asking if she were interested. The man once again assured her that he had no interest in intercourse or any of the wonderful copulations that exist between a man and a woman. He simply wanted to look at her naked body as she read to him.

Elery was mulling over the request, her tongue between her teeth in uncertain, but intrigued hesitation. The proposition was free of any conflicts of conscience and Elery, having been without any sort of human interaction with regard to the sensual these past months, warmed to the idea. Fingers absently twisting the thin strap of her purse, she asked, “Where is the bathroom?”

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” The man asked.

“No, I need to get undressed,” Elery found her mouth speaking for her.

There was that luxuriant relaxing of tension when consent has been pleasantly arrived at between two people, which introduced an equal barrage of emotions inherent in the anticipation of a new encounter. Though obviously well versed in this private escapade for him, this would be a new and unique venture for Elery.

“I want you to undress here, in front of me.” The words came with such calm confidence that Elery found herself relaxing further into the intrigue. She trusted in the man’s self-assured tone. Their age difference presented a long lost feeling from her youth when she had felt so completely safe in the presence or embrace of an older person, long before such actions threatened to undo innocence with any vulgar kıbrıs escort implications. Merely pure, unfettered trust.

The two sat, facing each other. Elery stood and set her purse down to free her hands in order to disrobe.

“Wait, one moment.”

The man stiffly rose from the plush leather chair and crossed to the large window that looked out onto the backyard. He partially drew the drapes so that a narrow slash of light split the study. He then disappeared into the other room where the scrape of chair legs against the hardwood floor was heard. He appeared a second later carrying a simple, darkly lacquered antique bentwood parlor chair with a swirling round back. It had a cushion of soft, crushed red velvet for the seat.

He strategically placed the chair at the center of the room where the light would catch it just so, and settled into the leather reading chair, hands clasped before him, like that of an expectant patron settling in for a show.

His eyes stayed fixed on her. His attention to her every breath, her every movement, however subtle, roused a strange feeling of exhibitionism in Elery to appease his voyeurism. A rush of blood went to her pelvis, the familiar sensation like that which precipitates sex. But he had assured her, there would be no sex. So she felt safe and unpressured.

She began with her hair, reaching her arms up to draw the thick brown strands together and fix them at the back of her head. Then, to satisfy his request, she carefully drew loose strands on either side of her face and let them hang in a gentle framing. She looked at him. His approving eyes ushered her along in her undressing. Elery rose from the couch and reached around to unzip her dress. She carefully removed it from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, revealing her firm body and flat stomach, daintily stepping out of the discarded dress. She then unfastened the clasp of her lace bra and let that fall away to reveal her small, but well-formed breasts.

There was something oddly easy about the actions of undressing before the stranger. Perhaps it was his obvious appreciation for her youthful form. His eyes sumptuously drank her in with an appreciation she’d not experienced with the younger men she’d slept with. Elery found herself profoundly enjoying the older man’s admiration for her youthful curves and smooth skin. Her nipples were erect, she thought perhaps the resulting chill of suddenly finding herself naked. But there was no doubt some titillation seeping into her being from this strangely exciting act.

Elery then ran her fingers inside the elastic band of her panties and slowly sashayed out of them, sliding them down over her thighs, revealing her neatly tended pubic area, a tastefully trimmed v-shape of preciously soft black hair. She let the panties fall to the floor and stepped out of the satin bunch, then bent to retrieve and laid them across her other clothing.

When she was done she stood before him, naked, arms crossed, her breasts alighting upon her forearms. Her face seemed to ask of him, ‘what now?’

The man took a long, slow inventory of her, his gaze beginning at her soft face, traversing her neck, then took in her breasts, admiring the flat stomach, lingering on her perfectly trimmed garden of pubic hair, the lips of her vagina just visible. His eyes then drifted over her thighs, across the knees, down the slender and defined calves, coming to rest on her dainty ankles in the modest heels.

Elery felt as though he had fully absorbed her nakedness like no other man before. A sensation of trepidation, yet curious eagerness coursed through her. The nervousness she felt was unabashedly ascribed to arousal. She had never felt so joyfully and completely naked before a man–certainly not a man of his years. She wondered how many women the man had had in his life.

With a graceful sweep of his arm he indicated the bentwood chair positioned strategically to catch the sunlight, diffused through the sheer curtain.

Elery settled onto the parlor chair with a slight creaking of wood. The dull glare from the window was gracing her with a tasteful modeling of light, falling over her body, the accompanying shadows accentuating the curves of her hips and breasts, the definition of her long legs, the lines of her cheekbones.

The man then picked up her purse and retrieved her reading glasses, handing them to her. She opened the ears and drew them on. He then picked up the heavy tome of Melville and handed it over to her.

“One last thing,” he said, his voice unaffected by any sense of self-consciousness or hesitation. “Cross your legs.”

Elery did as she was told, lifting her left leg up and hooking it over the other.

“The other way around,” he said.

Elery obliged the request, unhooking her left leg and settling the heel to the hardwood floor, then lifting the right leg over the other. His placid face held a mystical expression of contentment. For a fleeting moment Elery considered that she had only just laid eyes on this man not but twenty minutes ago. And now here she was, completely naked before him. She thought to herself that some seven billion people were presently on Earth, and here they were, the two sole participants in this secret little endeavor. She was to be an accomplice to his personal desire, entrusted with this private fetish. Elery was now engaged in a mutually titillating and non-physical tryst.

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