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Brunette

“I always saw myself as being such a good friend.”

Kiesha looked at her watch. 1 Am. Another 5 hours and she could go home to get some rest. It’s wasn’t that her job was overly demanding, although she did have to deal with some cranky patients at times. She just needed some time to adjust to her new hours. She certainly wasn’t going to complain. Dr. Thomas was a much nicer boss than what she was dealing with before and she would do what she could to stay on his good side by being a good employee. Besides, he liked to tell funny jokes and seemed like a generally nice guy. Even though he was her boss, just above the shift nurse, she didn’t see him much during the first week of her new job, as he spent some time working on the other floors. However, after a few days she noticed that he was around on her floor more often. That was fine with her, as she had started to hope that maybe he could give her some free advice (maybe even a free consultation or two) on what to do about her mother’s worsening condition. She fingered the plastic teddy bear bracelet on her wrist and made a silent wish that things would really work out that way. In her own naive thinking she really didn’t realize that her attentions could arouse the appetite of a much older white man. Her flirting was by no means obvious, but in some ways she was deceiving herself about just how good natured she really was.

The next day she slept in and then woke up to do her morning house work, and to help her sick mother. It had been two years since Tonya’s health had started to decline. Kiesha had tried for a while to understand why Tonya had come home that day crying and disturbed, looking like she had just been beaten, except with no bruises. After a long period of denial Kiesha was finally able to get the truth out of her mother about what had happened that day with Todd. Tonya was fairly honest about how Todd had used his position to extort sexual favors from her, in a not so subtle attempt to warn her daughter to prepare for something similar someday. Tonya knew that, like herself, her daughter had a body that would get her into trouble someday, and that she would not always be around to protect her little girl. Kiesha was a bit traumatized by the news and didn’t quite know how to process such a violent new emotion. She didn’t realize the world could be so cruel. She was too young to remember much of her father’s abuse, and since that time Tonya had worked hard to shield Kiesha from the “cruel world”. However, she got her first taste of it at her local church, about two years after Tonya’s incident with Todd.

Kiesha had attended this particular church for a few years, and particularly enjoyed the youth group. It was a mostly white congregation with a white preacher, which Kiesha felt uncomfortable about at times, but Tonya wanted her to expand her social skills and practice fitting in with white people; it was a white world and she would need to learn that sooner or later. It was one of the bigger and richer churches in town, and she was only able to fit in at all because she had good fashion sense and was attractive. She tried to hide her mother’s condition, for fear of ridicule, but word got out in the local gossip circle that Tonya had contracted HIV, especially after her condition worsened, so Kiesha dutifully went in front of the congregation each Sunday during the prayer request time to ask for prayers for her mother. It happened one day, just before church services, that pastor Trenton Dilworth asked to speak with her privately about her mother’s condition.

Pastor Dilworth was a very prosperous white man with slicked back white hair. He always dressed in very expensive white suits, white shoes, and drove a white Cadillac. He looked very holy and carried himself in a way that looked like he was in touch with God at all times. When preaching he always pronounced his “s” in a long dragged-out way like, “God lovesss you”, as though he was very passionate about what he was saying. In fact, it would be totally fair to say that he was as smooth as snake oil when he preached. He had never done anything to make her particularly dislike him, except the time that she was being baptized. He put his hand on her chest to push her backwards down into the water, but while submerged, it slipped over to her left breast and squeezed for a second before moving again when he brought her back up. She was sure that it was an accident but tried to avoid any similar situations with him in future, just in case.

Now she felt a bit of hope that perhaps the pastor had some kind of revelation or special news. He invited her into his immaculately clean and furnished private study where he asked about how she was holding up, and about Tonya’s condition. Despite his smooth appearance, Pastor Dilworth had a deep gravelly voice which could be used in loud bellowing thunder claps to dangle people over hell fire, or in a soft tiger’s purrrr to sooth and comfort. He used the latter with Kiesha now as he explained about how God was able to do all cloud storage kinds of miracles and that he really believed God could do a miracle for Tonya.

At this point he came to stand directly in front of her. As he talked about various examples of healing and comfort from the Bible he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to gently rub. He talked for a few more minutes about examples of healing and comfort from the Bible, before moving his hands from her shoulders to her upper arms, rubbed a bit, then quickly in to cup and massage her breasts through her thin white flowery T-shirt, just as he completed his speech about how he was willing to help her, if she was willing to help him. His breathing had become raspy and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. All appearance of Godliness was wiped away as he stared like a zombie, rubbing her perfect black titties.

Like her mother before her, Kiesha was stunned into immobility. She was standing in Dilworth’s luxurious office as he talked about promises of healing for her mother while he fondled her tits. A huge gold crucifix hung on the far wall. This couldn’t be right? She didn’t know what to do although Dilworth quickly helped her to make up her mind. During the few seconds of silence after cupping her breasts, he assumed she would allow him to continue, so he quickly moved his nervous hands down to the bottom of her shirt, under, and back up the soft flesh of her tummy, bringing up her shirt with them, to expose her breasts. He quickly pulled the thin lacey cups of her bra to the sides and proceeded to massage her now bare tits with enthusiasm. He stared at her chocolate flesh with undisguised lust as his pale white, wrinkly hands moved over them, even pulling at her dark nipples. A few seconds, and tears later, she quickly dashed from his arms and out of the room. After years of a slowly developing fantasy, the tiger had decided to pounce; his obsession finally getting the better of him. He was like a cat watching a little mouse scurry around, but forbidden to do anything about it; not because of restraint by any fence or leash, but by his own human decency. He had failed miserably.

Dilworth followed after her, hoping that she wasn’t going to have a meltdown in the church, but she was long gone. He breathed a quick sigh of relief, and pounded himself on the head for having been so stupid. He had fantasized about her since she first started developing her body as a teenager and he couldn’t seem to stop himself from reaching out to grab her. Even though she was a black girl, he couldn’t seem to help himself. She wasn’t the first black girl he had felt infatuated with, and he should have learned his lesson by now. He knew it was wrong, but at the same time he couldn’t (or wouldn’t) stop himself from nurturing a deeply penetrating thinking that “I just don’t give a damn!” He felt a sharp stab of remorse and the beginnings of an intense anxiety attack and thought, for a moment, that he was having his own mental meltdown, but then a dangerous fear overtook him. She may be gone from the church now, he reasoned, but what if she came back later to accuse him of something? He could very well be arrested. He had to act quickly.

During the service he had another one of his famous “revelations”; this time that Keisha had surrendered her soul to the devil in a desperate attempt to find healing for her mother. He also explained that her mother’s sickness was a punishment from God for Kiesha’s unholy deal with the devil (of course, no one thought to question the obvious contradiction in his reasoning). He urged that no one should believe anything she said about him, as her first job in return for the devil’s services, would be to attack a holy man of God, much like himself, with vicious lies. Dilworth succeeded in turning the congregation against Kiesha before they had heard anything about her side of the story, and their gossip was as nasty as any lie from the devil could be.

Some weeks later Kiesha worked up the courage to tell Tamika about this incident. Tammy was a friend from high school, and they had just graduated in the same class. She was always more daring and outgoing and always seemed capable of hearing something shocking, without being shocked. Besides, she had attended the same church when they were younger. As predicted, she was not shocked at all to hear about the incident with Dilworth, but instead seemed to be uncharacteristically angry. She gave Kiesha an earful about how she knew that he was a dirty old man, always going on about, “God this” and, “God that” when he was really just interested in the weekly offering plate and little girls. She carried on about how she would have slapped him right across his wrinkled old face if he had tried something like that with her. She even went so far as to suggest they should go to the police, but Kiesha made her promise not to.

She really hated the idea of confrontation and just wanted to forget that it had ever happened. However, Kiesha did briefly wonder cloud file storage about Tammy’s strange comment regarding “little girls”, as Kiesha herself wasn’t exactly little anymore, and she was only one girl, not plural. As her mind raced to certain conclusions and sudden realizations about Tammy’s past behavior at the Church, and her unusual anger towards Dilworth, she instantly closed out the dark implications she found there. It’s quite amazing how easily the mind can work to forget uncomfortable issues, or turn its back on the suffering of others. Some people spend a lifetime feeling guilty about this or that, while others are able to block those things out so completely that they never remember it again until it’s pushed in their faces by circumstances. Kiesha just wanted to forget all about “pastor” Dilworth and anything to do with him.

Keisha quickly changed the subject to another slightly less concerning issue; Tammy’s new boyfriend. His name was Dr. Peter Johnson; twice her age, and white. Apparently, this was Tammy’s way of showing that she wasn’t a little high school girl anymore. Although that was technically true, she had only just graduated. Johnson worked in the ARV department of Longfellow General near the emergency room. His job was to interview potential recipients of medication and to process their paperwork. Tammy bragged about how Johnson was so mature; a sophisticated man with a job, and about how he worked out at the gym. He had a nice house and a fancy car, and she talked about how she had never thought she would end up sleeping with a white guy.

Tammy was by no means easy and only had sex once before with a boy from her class. She knew that she was hot shit and the boys would be trying to get into her panties but in some ways that made her more determined to be stubborn about giving up the pussy. However, this particular boy had always treated her with respect and seemed to genuinely love her, although before meeting her he had slept around considerably. He was one of the most popular boys in school. She was flattered by his strong emotions for her and one night, after a particularly romantic display from him, she gave in to his desire. When she found out the next day that he caved into peer pressure from his friends to spill the beans about how he had “tapped that ass”, she slapped him in the face and broke up with him. He came to her begging to be forgiven, with real tears, but she had never felt for him the way he felt for her and had moved on. He had fucked up and now the pearly gates were closed up tight.

Now, Tammy was experimenting with going to the opposite extreme. She seemed to love the rebellious feeling of exposing her “dirty” side and part of that meant dating a 37 year old white man. However, Kiesha detected an undercurrent of false enthusiasm about Tammy’s new found fuckbuddy. She mentioned this, and prodded Tammy into sharing what was really going on and how she really felt. With a deep sigh Tammy began to explain how it had been so romantic when they first met. It took two dates before she actually fucked Johnson, and they did it in his bed, at his big fancy house. He picked her up in his sports car, bought her flowers, took her to one of the most expensive restaurants in town, and treated her like a real lady.

However, after that first night things became a little less romantic after she gave in to his desires. He began to flip her around into different sexual positions which became less and less romantic, but she wasn’t exactly having a bad time, so she didn’t complain, much. On the second night of their new sexual relationship, he introduced Tammy into a new world of sexuality, which she wasn’t really prepared for. He sat down naked in a chair facing a large closet mirror. Tammy then stripped down in front of him and sat on his lap, wearing only her white panties. He leaned way back in his chair, putting her feet on his knees, and then pulling her knees as far apart and back as possible. Tammy found this extremely exposing view of her body embarrassing, and felt more like a girl in a porn video than a romantic lover. She wanted to get between satin sheets in a dark room and hold her lover closely, with gentle music playing in the background. She had always hated porn but thought that maybe this experience was just part of growing up. She told herself that she was with a real man now, and not some little high school boy, so she should be willing to try new things.

Next he rubbed his hands all over her body. His white skin against her dark titties touched a nerve for both of them, and Johnson wasn’t ashamed to express his excitement. In fact, he was a very expressive man and made lots of comments about how hot her body was and described in detail how much he was going to enjoy fucking her. When she was warmed up, he started work on fingering her cunt through her panties. When he felt her body reacting to his touches, he moved the crotch of the panties to the side and rubbed his dick around in her wetness. When file upload it was coated with a healthy sheen of pussy juice he slid it in slowly, watching carefully in the mirror as it disappeared into her beautiful black little girl cunt. Johnson didn’t worry about condoms, as he had started Tammy on the pill, and could see clearly, based on her reactions to his sexual advances, that she was not experienced in sex and wouldn’t need to worry about catching anything. In fact, she told him that she was a virgin and showed him a paper which showed negative test results for HIV. When he fucked her for the first time she felt as tight as a virgin, but he didn’t see any blood. She quickly explained that she had experimented with putting a carrot into her pussy, to see what it might feel like to have sex, and popped her cherry that way. At the time he had accepted the explanation with a chuckle, imagining just how far he could go with a girl like that.

He allowed some time to rest, enjoying the feeling of being buried in her hot cunt, and played with her clit while rubbing his fingers around the junction where his cock was lodged in her pussy. Then things got really freaky. He commanded her to slowly wiggle around on his cock while she said things like, “ohh yeah fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy, yeahh daddy fuck me” over and over again in a little girl voice. She was a bit frightened by this, at first, but then she caught sight of a flash on her wrist and looked down to admire the new gold and diamond bracelet dangling there. Johnson had bought a lot of nice things for her in the short time that they had started dating. A quick knife stab of guilt later and she firmly made up her mind that she definitely wasn’t a slut for money like some other girls she used to gossip about back in high school, or even a slut at all, but this once she could play along with his little game. Besides, she didn’t want to be the selfish one in the relationship by demanding that everything had to be her way.

Johnson wasn’t much to look at, and he knew good and well that Tammy was on his lap because of the things he bought for her, but it appeared she wouldn’t admit that to herself. He hoped to use that self deception to string her along further and further into his fantasies and so far, it was working. When he was in high school he had not been very popular. In fact he was a bit of a nobody, really. He had few friends, and no dates. At one point he actually worked up the courage to talk to a beautiful girl, much like Tammy. She didn’t exactly laugh at him, but she did make it clear that he was in a completely different class of human being from her and that he should “go find a little friend from the chess club” or something. She probably thought she was being nice about it, but her condescending tone had cut through him more than a cruel laugh would have.

Now he was here with one of those hot young girls completely spread open on his lap. He briefly wondered if Tammy had experienced any boys working up the courage to come and talk to her, only to be rejected in the same way he had been. Based on her hot looks, he reasoned that she must have. He decided that he would make up for all the unfulfilled lust never realized when he was younger, not only by him, but by every other young man like him, by fucking this little girl silly.

The situation had taken a bit of getting used to, for Tammy, but once she started working her ass and hips around, she got a bit lost in the fantasy (and the orgasms) and really played it out for him, getting off on getting daddy off. He rarely looked her in the eyes, but seemed to be always watching her pussy in the mirror. This, too, had deeply affected Tammy, as she had never looked much at her own pussy before, but now became acutely aware of what it looked like to watch a cock shovel in and out of her. Some kind of slutty curiosity would take over as she noticed how her own body movements caused his dick to mash in and out, moving up and down, side to side. After some forceful encouragement from Johnson she even took to using her own hands to spread her pussy open as far as she could while rocking back and forth, softly moaning at how dirty it all was. She had been raised by respectable society and everyone around her to believe that her vagina was her most private possession. Not only that, but she had been raised to believe that all white people thought they were better than her, and to stay away from them, except for maybe the occasional friend. Even when she fucked that boy from high school, she didn’t allow him to look at it when he tried.

Now, this WHITE man was reaming her little hole for all it was worth with long slow strokes, and watching every tiny detail of it. She watched his eyes watching her cunt and another moan escaped from her. Sometimes Johnson would be the one to play with her pussy lips as they both watched. He would pull them apart, pinch them between his fingers and take his cock out just enough to fuck her with his fat cock head, watching how her hole grudgingly spread open to allow the first few inches of his cock in. She couldn’t believe how dirty he was about it, or that she was allowing him to do it. This was her private little pussy being strung up on public display and she couldn’t seem to stop it.

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Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 03

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Cum Slut

“I always saw myself as being such a good friend.”

Kiesha looked at her watch. 1 Am. Another 5 hours and she could go home to get some rest. It’s wasn’t that her job was overly demanding, although she did have to deal with some cranky patients at times. She just needed some time to adjust to her new hours. She certainly wasn’t going to complain. Dr. Thomas was a much nicer boss than what she was dealing with before and she would do what she could to stay on his good side by being a good employee. Besides, he liked to tell funny jokes and seemed like a generally nice guy. Even though he was her boss, just above the shift nurse, she didn’t see him much during the first week of her new job, as he spent some time working on the other floors. However, after a few days she noticed that he was around on her floor more often. That was fine with her, as she had started to hope that maybe he could give her some free advice (maybe even a free consultation or two) on what to do about her mother’s worsening condition. She fingered the plastic teddy bear bracelet on her wrist and made a silent wish that things would really work out that way. In her own naive thinking she really didn’t realize that her attentions could arouse the appetite of a much older white man. Her flirting was by no means obvious, but in some ways she was deceiving herself about just how good natured she really was.

The next day she slept in and then woke up to do her morning house work, and to help her sick mother. It had been two years since Tonya’s health had started to decline. Kiesha had tried for a while to understand why Tonya had come home that day crying and disturbed, looking like she had just been beaten, except with no bruises. After a long period of denial Kiesha was finally able to get the truth out of her mother about what had happened that day with Todd. Tonya was fairly honest about how Todd had used his position to extort sexual favors from her, in a not so subtle attempt to warn her daughter to prepare for something similar someday. Tonya knew that, like herself, her daughter had a body that would get her into trouble someday, and that she would not always be around to protect her little girl. Kiesha was a bit traumatized by the news and didn’t quite know how to process such a violent new emotion. She didn’t realize the world could be so cruel. She was too young to remember much of her father’s abuse, and since that time Tonya had worked hard to shield Kiesha from the “cruel world”. However, she got her first taste of it at her local church, about two years after Tonya’s incident with Todd.

Kiesha had attended this particular church for a few years, and particularly enjoyed the youth group. It was a mostly white congregation with a white preacher, which Kiesha felt uncomfortable about at times, but Tonya wanted her to expand her social skills and practice fitting in with white people; it was a white world and she would need to learn that sooner or later. It was one of the bigger and richer churches in town, and she was only able to fit in at all because she had good fashion sense and was attractive. She tried to hide her mother’s condition, for fear of ridicule, but word got out in the local gossip circle that Tonya had contracted HIV, especially after her condition worsened, so Kiesha dutifully went in front of the congregation each Sunday during the prayer request time to ask for prayers for her mother. It happened one day, just before church services, that pastor Trenton Dilworth asked to speak with her privately about her mother’s condition.

Pastor Dilworth was a very prosperous white man with slicked back white hair. He always dressed in very expensive white suits, white shoes, and drove a white Cadillac. He looked very holy and carried himself in a way that looked like he was in touch with God at all times. When preaching he always pronounced his “s” in a long dragged-out way like, “God lovesss you”, as though he was very passionate about what he was saying. In fact, it would be totally fair to say that he was as smooth as snake oil when he preached. He had never done anything to make her particularly dislike him, except the time that she was being baptized. He put his hand on her chest to push her backwards down into the water, but while submerged, it slipped over to her left breast and squeezed for a second before moving again when he brought her back up. She was sure that it was an accident but tried to avoid any similar situations with him in future, just in case.

Now she felt a bit of hope that perhaps the pastor had some kind of revelation or special news. He invited her into his immaculately clean and furnished private study where he asked about how she was holding up, and about Tonya’s condition. Despite his smooth appearance, Pastor Dilworth had a deep gravelly voice which could be used in loud bellowing thunder claps to dangle people over hell fire, or in a soft tiger’s purrrr to sooth and comfort. He used the latter with Kiesha now as he explained about how God was able to do all cloud storage kinds of miracles and that he really believed God could do a miracle for Tonya.

At this point he came to stand directly in front of her. As he talked about various examples of healing and comfort from the Bible he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to gently rub. He talked for a few more minutes about examples of healing and comfort from the Bible, before moving his hands from her shoulders to her upper arms, rubbed a bit, then quickly in to cup and massage her breasts through her thin white flowery T-shirt, just as he completed his speech about how he was willing to help her, if she was willing to help him. His breathing had become raspy and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. All appearance of Godliness was wiped away as he stared like a zombie, rubbing her perfect black titties.

Like her mother before her, Kiesha was stunned into immobility. She was standing in Dilworth’s luxurious office as he talked about promises of healing for her mother while he fondled her tits. A huge gold crucifix hung on the far wall. This couldn’t be right? She didn’t know what to do although Dilworth quickly helped her to make up her mind. During the few seconds of silence after cupping her breasts, he assumed she would allow him to continue, so he quickly moved his nervous hands down to the bottom of her shirt, under, and back up the soft flesh of her tummy, bringing up her shirt with them, to expose her breasts. He quickly pulled the thin lacey cups of her bra to the sides and proceeded to massage her now bare tits with enthusiasm. He stared at her chocolate flesh with undisguised lust as his pale white, wrinkly hands moved over them, even pulling at her dark nipples. A few seconds, and tears later, she quickly dashed from his arms and out of the room. After years of a slowly developing fantasy, the tiger had decided to pounce; his obsession finally getting the better of him. He was like a cat watching a little mouse scurry around, but forbidden to do anything about it; not because of restraint by any fence or leash, but by his own human decency. He had failed miserably.

Dilworth followed after her, hoping that she wasn’t going to have a meltdown in the church, but she was long gone. He breathed a quick sigh of relief, and pounded himself on the head for having been so stupid. He had fantasized about her since she first started developing her body as a teenager and he couldn’t seem to stop himself from reaching out to grab her. Even though she was a black girl, he couldn’t seem to help himself. She wasn’t the first black girl he had felt infatuated with, and he should have learned his lesson by now. He knew it was wrong, but at the same time he couldn’t (or wouldn’t) stop himself from nurturing a deeply penetrating thinking that “I just don’t give a damn!” He felt a sharp stab of remorse and the beginnings of an intense anxiety attack and thought, for a moment, that he was having his own mental meltdown, but then a dangerous fear overtook him. She may be gone from the church now, he reasoned, but what if she came back later to accuse him of something? He could very well be arrested. He had to act quickly.

During the service he had another one of his famous “revelations”; this time that Keisha had surrendered her soul to the devil in a desperate attempt to find healing for her mother. He also explained that her mother’s sickness was a punishment from God for Kiesha’s unholy deal with the devil (of course, no one thought to question the obvious contradiction in his reasoning). He urged that no one should believe anything she said about him, as her first job in return for the devil’s services, would be to attack a holy man of God, much like himself, with vicious lies. Dilworth succeeded in turning the congregation against Kiesha before they had heard anything about her side of the story, and their gossip was as nasty as any lie from the devil could be.

Some weeks later Kiesha worked up the courage to tell Tamika about this incident. Tammy was a friend from high school, and they had just graduated in the same class. She was always more daring and outgoing and always seemed capable of hearing something shocking, without being shocked. Besides, she had attended the same church when they were younger. As predicted, she was not shocked at all to hear about the incident with Dilworth, but instead seemed to be uncharacteristically angry. She gave Kiesha an earful about how she knew that he was a dirty old man, always going on about, “God this” and, “God that” when he was really just interested in the weekly offering plate and little girls. She carried on about how she would have slapped him right across his wrinkled old face if he had tried something like that with her. She even went so far as to suggest they should go to the police, but Kiesha made her promise not to.

She really hated the idea of confrontation and just wanted to forget that it had ever happened. However, Kiesha did briefly wonder cloud file storage about Tammy’s strange comment regarding “little girls”, as Kiesha herself wasn’t exactly little anymore, and she was only one girl, not plural. As her mind raced to certain conclusions and sudden realizations about Tammy’s past behavior at the Church, and her unusual anger towards Dilworth, she instantly closed out the dark implications she found there. It’s quite amazing how easily the mind can work to forget uncomfortable issues, or turn its back on the suffering of others. Some people spend a lifetime feeling guilty about this or that, while others are able to block those things out so completely that they never remember it again until it’s pushed in their faces by circumstances. Kiesha just wanted to forget all about “pastor” Dilworth and anything to do with him.

Keisha quickly changed the subject to another slightly less concerning issue; Tammy’s new boyfriend. His name was Dr. Peter Johnson; twice her age, and white. Apparently, this was Tammy’s way of showing that she wasn’t a little high school girl anymore. Although that was technically true, she had only just graduated. Johnson worked in the ARV department of Longfellow General near the emergency room. His job was to interview potential recipients of medication and to process their paperwork. Tammy bragged about how Johnson was so mature; a sophisticated man with a job, and about how he worked out at the gym. He had a nice house and a fancy car, and she talked about how she had never thought she would end up sleeping with a white guy.

Tammy was by no means easy and only had sex once before with a boy from her class. She knew that she was hot shit and the boys would be trying to get into her panties but in some ways that made her more determined to be stubborn about giving up the pussy. However, this particular boy had always treated her with respect and seemed to genuinely love her, although before meeting her he had slept around considerably. He was one of the most popular boys in school. She was flattered by his strong emotions for her and one night, after a particularly romantic display from him, she gave in to his desire. When she found out the next day that he caved into peer pressure from his friends to spill the beans about how he had “tapped that ass”, she slapped him in the face and broke up with him. He came to her begging to be forgiven, with real tears, but she had never felt for him the way he felt for her and had moved on. He had fucked up and now the pearly gates were closed up tight.

Now, Tammy was experimenting with going to the opposite extreme. She seemed to love the rebellious feeling of exposing her “dirty” side and part of that meant dating a 37 year old white man. However, Kiesha detected an undercurrent of false enthusiasm about Tammy’s new found fuckbuddy. She mentioned this, and prodded Tammy into sharing what was really going on and how she really felt. With a deep sigh Tammy began to explain how it had been so romantic when they first met. It took two dates before she actually fucked Johnson, and they did it in his bed, at his big fancy house. He picked her up in his sports car, bought her flowers, took her to one of the most expensive restaurants in town, and treated her like a real lady.

However, after that first night things became a little less romantic after she gave in to his desires. He began to flip her around into different sexual positions which became less and less romantic, but she wasn’t exactly having a bad time, so she didn’t complain, much. On the second night of their new sexual relationship, he introduced Tammy into a new world of sexuality, which she wasn’t really prepared for. He sat down naked in a chair facing a large closet mirror. Tammy then stripped down in front of him and sat on his lap, wearing only her white panties. He leaned way back in his chair, putting her feet on his knees, and then pulling her knees as far apart and back as possible. Tammy found this extremely exposing view of her body embarrassing, and felt more like a girl in a porn video than a romantic lover. She wanted to get between satin sheets in a dark room and hold her lover closely, with gentle music playing in the background. She had always hated porn but thought that maybe this experience was just part of growing up. She told herself that she was with a real man now, and not some little high school boy, so she should be willing to try new things.

Next he rubbed his hands all over her body. His white skin against her dark titties touched a nerve for both of them, and Johnson wasn’t ashamed to express his excitement. In fact, he was a very expressive man and made lots of comments about how hot her body was and described in detail how much he was going to enjoy fucking her. When she was warmed up, he started work on fingering her cunt through her panties. When he felt her body reacting to his touches, he moved the crotch of the panties to the side and rubbed his dick around in her wetness. When file upload it was coated with a healthy sheen of pussy juice he slid it in slowly, watching carefully in the mirror as it disappeared into her beautiful black little girl cunt. Johnson didn’t worry about condoms, as he had started Tammy on the pill, and could see clearly, based on her reactions to his sexual advances, that she was not experienced in sex and wouldn’t need to worry about catching anything. In fact, she told him that she was a virgin and showed him a paper which showed negative test results for HIV. When he fucked her for the first time she felt as tight as a virgin, but he didn’t see any blood. She quickly explained that she had experimented with putting a carrot into her pussy, to see what it might feel like to have sex, and popped her cherry that way. At the time he had accepted the explanation with a chuckle, imagining just how far he could go with a girl like that.

He allowed some time to rest, enjoying the feeling of being buried in her hot cunt, and played with her clit while rubbing his fingers around the junction where his cock was lodged in her pussy. Then things got really freaky. He commanded her to slowly wiggle around on his cock while she said things like, “ohh yeah fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy, yeahh daddy fuck me” over and over again in a little girl voice. She was a bit frightened by this, at first, but then she caught sight of a flash on her wrist and looked down to admire the new gold and diamond bracelet dangling there. Johnson had bought a lot of nice things for her in the short time that they had started dating. A quick knife stab of guilt later and she firmly made up her mind that she definitely wasn’t a slut for money like some other girls she used to gossip about back in high school, or even a slut at all, but this once she could play along with his little game. Besides, she didn’t want to be the selfish one in the relationship by demanding that everything had to be her way.

Johnson wasn’t much to look at, and he knew good and well that Tammy was on his lap because of the things he bought for her, but it appeared she wouldn’t admit that to herself. He hoped to use that self deception to string her along further and further into his fantasies and so far, it was working. When he was in high school he had not been very popular. In fact he was a bit of a nobody, really. He had few friends, and no dates. At one point he actually worked up the courage to talk to a beautiful girl, much like Tammy. She didn’t exactly laugh at him, but she did make it clear that he was in a completely different class of human being from her and that he should “go find a little friend from the chess club” or something. She probably thought she was being nice about it, but her condescending tone had cut through him more than a cruel laugh would have.

Now he was here with one of those hot young girls completely spread open on his lap. He briefly wondered if Tammy had experienced any boys working up the courage to come and talk to her, only to be rejected in the same way he had been. Based on her hot looks, he reasoned that she must have. He decided that he would make up for all the unfulfilled lust never realized when he was younger, not only by him, but by every other young man like him, by fucking this little girl silly.

The situation had taken a bit of getting used to, for Tammy, but once she started working her ass and hips around, she got a bit lost in the fantasy (and the orgasms) and really played it out for him, getting off on getting daddy off. He rarely looked her in the eyes, but seemed to be always watching her pussy in the mirror. This, too, had deeply affected Tammy, as she had never looked much at her own pussy before, but now became acutely aware of what it looked like to watch a cock shovel in and out of her. Some kind of slutty curiosity would take over as she noticed how her own body movements caused his dick to mash in and out, moving up and down, side to side. After some forceful encouragement from Johnson she even took to using her own hands to spread her pussy open as far as she could while rocking back and forth, softly moaning at how dirty it all was. She had been raised by respectable society and everyone around her to believe that her vagina was her most private possession. Not only that, but she had been raised to believe that all white people thought they were better than her, and to stay away from them, except for maybe the occasional friend. Even when she fucked that boy from high school, she didn’t allow him to look at it when he tried.

Now, this WHITE man was reaming her little hole for all it was worth with long slow strokes, and watching every tiny detail of it. She watched his eyes watching her cunt and another moan escaped from her. Sometimes Johnson would be the one to play with her pussy lips as they both watched. He would pull them apart, pinch them between his fingers and take his cock out just enough to fuck her with his fat cock head, watching how her hole grudgingly spread open to allow the first few inches of his cock in. She couldn’t believe how dirty he was about it, or that she was allowing him to do it. This was her private little pussy being strung up on public display and she couldn’t seem to stop it.

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“So, any big plans for this week while I’m at my conference?”

“Such as……?” I replied over my shoulder as I was dressing for work that Monday morning as he packed for his business trip.

“Such as having another ‘go’ with he-of-the-large-cock, Bob…..certainly appeared to have pleased you the other night,” Jack said with a gentle smile on his lips.

“Well, yeah, he did but you were part of that, too, you know,” I answered, feeling a bit ‘squirmy’ at his mention of just how much I did enjoy Bob’s firehose of a dick.

“A little part, maybe, but honestly? watching you and him fucking like rabbits was my treat that night,” he replied, still smiling.

“Yeah, that was sorta’ hot watching you watch me,” I admitted, feeling a little ‘tingle’ in my crotch at the memory, adding, “even hotter, though, was you going down on me after he had shot his load inside of me.”

“It was an impulse that I acted upon…glad you liked it; I did, I’d do it again, just so that you know,” he replied.

“Anytime, honey, anytime,” my smile broad across my face, “but, to answer your question about my plans this week, I don’t really have any.”

“Well, Bob’s wife, Mindy, was eyeing you lustfully and I just thought……..” letting his voice trail off into silence.

Damn! I wondered in that moment, did he have a fucking listening device in the bathroom of the club when Mindy had suggested a get-together with she and Bob? Of course he didn’t but, still, it did catch me off-guard.

“She is sorta’ cute,” was my only comment on the subject, quickly deciding that he didn’t ‘need’ to know about Mindy’s invite to me to party with her and Bob. Besides, I hadn’t really made up my mind about that…..well, not yet, anyway. But, her invite did pique my curiosity, well, that and her kiss of me in the bathroom the other night.

“Hey sugar, can you talk freely?” (read, is your husband around?)

“Oh yeah,” I panted in answer, “Jack’s off at the home office for a week of meetings.” I damned near tripped and fell running to grab the ringing phone when I had arrived home from work that Monday evening.

“Must be Karma……..So, any plans for tomorrow evening?” Mindy continued.

“Nope,” was my simple, short, reply.

“How does the thought of having dinner with us sound? Bob grills a mean steak and the hottub can pamper you and I while we let him wait on us. What’d ya’ think, sweetie, sound good?”

“Doesn’t sound bad, I must say…..”

“Good. See you at seven,” She interrupted to say, giving me their home address afterwards.

Hmmmmph, I thought, didn’t take her long to call. Well, I thought further, guess I have made up my mind about getting together with those two, chuckling to myself.

Truthfully, though we had only ‘swung’ twice since deciding to give it a go, my mind-set, sexually, appears to be moving on a fast-track as well. The thing is, I didn’t give it a second thought about the probability that I’d wind up fucking Bob and Mindy tomorrow night. The fact that Jack wouldn’t be there with me didn’t bother me at all, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew that I wouldn’t or couldn’t keep it from Jack.

Picking up the phone, I called Jack at his hotel, and after some inane chit-chat, told him of Mindy’s invite.

“Wish I could be there to see it,” Jack responded, “but, since I can’t, I’ll leave it to you to tell me all about it after I get home, blow by blow, so to speak,” chuckling after he said it.

“Cute,” I replied to his pun, “but, don’t worry, I’ll be sure to fill your ears with all the delicious details of the fuck-fest, should it come to that, sweetie.”

Never thought of myself as a slut but…….

“Damn! Don’t you look good enough to eat,” Mindy said as she and I embraced in the doorway of their home.

I wore a simple blouse and a pair of ass-hugging capris. The blouse material was thin enough to give just a ‘hint’ of my braless breasts and the capris showed off my toned ass to great advantage.

“Hey, Shari, glad you could join us,” exchanging a quick cheek-kiss with me, ” Mindy, why don’t you do your thing and fix us some Maggies? (Margaritas) while I season up the meat.”

Bob was in shorts and a tee, a good look for him I thought in the moment. His tee showed off his Bycasino physique and the shorts didn’t hide his package, and I found myself flashing back to the size of his dick which, of course, sent little jolts of electricity to my crotch.

“Call us when the steaks are done, baby,” Mindy said to Bob as she handed him his Maggie, “we’ll be vegging in the hottub, okay?”

“Should be about another hour before the coals are ready, okay girls?” Bob replied as Mindy took me by my hand to follow her out to the far side of their huge deck at the rear of the house. The hottub had its own enclosure, a gazebo-style affair with windows and screens that could be opened for outside air.

“What’s that?” Mindy asked with a nod to a beach-type tote on my shoulder.

“A towel and my swim suit,” I innocently answered which brought about a guffaw from Mindy.

“Oh no, sweetness, naked is how we hottub in this house and I’ve got a couple of wraps for us to use when dinner is ready……now, get out of your clothes and let momma get all hot and bothered,” Mindy said as she quickly started dropping her clothes onto the deck of the room.

“Ooooh, nice,” Mindy said as she took in my nakedness with lustful eyes.

At thirty-two, I worked hard to maintain my hundred and ten pounds that worked well with my five-five height. I ran and did stair-steps to help keep me toned, and my 34Cs had yet to start sagging. Yeah, I looked good and that she appreciated it sorta’ got me excited.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I remarked as she slipped out of her thong. Mindy was about my weight but taller by three or four inches. Her boobs were perky and firm and, I judged, probably a cup-size smaller.

“C’mon sugar, let’s get wet,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me into the bubbling warm water of the hottub.

Damn but did it ever feel good….so good, I thought, that I should talk with Jack about adding one to our deck. Leaning our heads on the side of the tub, we let our bodies float, letting the hottub carry us off to blissfulness.

“Bob really enjoyed it the other night with you,” she said after a bit, “especially your oral talents. It’s not often that women are able to handle his piece of meat with their mouths.”

“Certainly was a challenge but glad he enjoyed it, I know I did,” I answered with my eyes still closed.

That was when she kissed me, her tongue slipping between my lips and into my mouth, one of her hands gently cupping and kneading my breast. Funny thing is, it felt perfectly natural as did my response of opening my mouth wider for her to explore with her tongue.

“After dinner, I thought we could share a doobie and have a little girl-time while Bob cleans up after our meal, before he joins us, okay?” Mindy said softly between little nipping kisses to my lips and nipples.

“You should know that I’ve never been with a girl, sexually,” I said between soft pecks to her lips.

“All the better, baby, I like breaking in newbies,” she chuckled, biting gently on my nipples floating just out of the water, one of her hands lightly stroking up and down my landing-strip of pubic hair.

“Ooooh, that feels good,” I cooed as she trailed her finger down my strip and over my ‘little man’, circling and rubbing it to erection.

“That’s the plan, baby,” Mindy cooed back, her thumb and forefinger, now, gripping and twirling my nub with increasing pressure, “Just relax and let momma play a bit, sweetie.”

It wasn’t hard to do, I must say.

“So, you’ve never played with another girl? Ever?” Mindy asked between pinches to my clit and suckles of my hard nipples.

“Ummm, no……I had a friend in high school that hinted at some girl-girl stuff but I was too chicken to try it,” I answered with labored breathing……I was getting seriously turned on by Ms. Mindy, the climax machine revving up from her play with me.

“Too bad for her,” Mindy whispered, slipping a finger into my slit at the same time her tongue slipped into my mouth which opened wide in acceptance.

“Five minutes until chow, ladies,” Bob’s voice cried from outside of the hottub gazebo.

Damn! I thought, soooo close…….

“Good,” Mindy breathed as she licked my ear with her tongue, “a little bit of steak before a whole lot Bycasino giriş of pussy sounds just perfect, don’t you think?”

“Whatever you think, works for me,” I babbled.

Bitch had me so horny that I was ready for whatever she wanted us to do.

Mindy was right. Bob does grill up a mean steak, along with the trimmings and fixings. Not a fan of fucking on a full stomach-and I was convinced by then that I would be fucking someone or someones that night-I ate just enough to take the edge off of my hunger.

Mindy also left some steak on her plate, I was relieved to see but, not wanting Bob to think it wasn’t good, I said to him, “As good as the steak is, Bob, that’s just waaaaay too much meat.”

“Yeah, he gets that a lot…..” Mindy quipped which, after a heartbeat, caused all three of us to laugh at the unintended pun referring to his dick size.

Mindy excused herself for a moment and disappeared down the hallway. I began picking up dishes and stuff to help Bob with the cleanup of our dinner. Returning, Mindy was twirling the ends of a freshly-rolled joint. After she fired it up, the three of us stood in the kitchen passing it between us.

I hadn’t smoked in quite a while, it not being a regular ‘thing’ for me or Jack but both enjoying it whenever we did smoke. Truthfully, the mellow buzz put my nervousness of my first threesome without my husband at bay, relaxing me in a good way.

“Bob, if it’s okay with you, we’ll leave the cleanup to you if you don’t mind,” Mindy said with a hint of sexy in her voice, “I’m going to finish the doobie with Shari and…..well, you know where we’ll be when you ready to find us,” winking at him while saying it.

“Am I invited to join in or am I just watching tonight?” He replied with an arched eyebrow of question.

“Whatd’ya think sweetie, think we ought to let Bob join us? Are you ready for some more of that thick cock?” Mindy asked me with an arm around my waist,hugging me to her body.

“Certainly wouldn’t refuse it,” my voice and shit-eating grin revealing that I had already entered the ozone.

“In time, sweetie, but while we wait on him, I have some plans for you,” Mindy remarked as she led me by the hand down the hallway.

Their master bedroom was large, well-appointed, and lit only by some well-placed candles, producing a soft glow about the room. Their California-King bed was without it’s duvet, soft cotton sheets covering the bed.

We stood next to each other, by the bed, and finished the doobie. Turning to me after she put out the roach, Mindy took me into her arms, both of us moving to kiss the other.

I kissed. She gnawed, lightly, wetly, little bites to my lips and tongue, her hands quietly exploring my body as she did so.

I returned the attention to her with no reservation or hesitation. That I so easily indulged this girl-girl sex play did cause me a nano-second of wondering if I had some genes of bisexuality within me that I wasn’t aware of. Quickly deciding that I liked it no matter the reason, I went with it.

Slipping our wraps from out bodies as we kissed and fondled each other, the two of us moved onto the bed, our kiss increasing in lustfulness as we did so. Laying on top of me, Mindy slipped her tongue further into my mouth while starting a slow grind of her pussy against mine.

Opening my legs as I would for a man to mount me, I wrapped them around her hips and ass, pulling her grinding snatch against my responding hips and pussy.

“Ooooh yeah, that does feel good, doesnt it, baby,” Mindy cooed as her tongue explored my ears and neck, leaving trails of wetness as it did so.

“Uh-huh……yes…it does….” I said with labored breath. Lifting her boobs to my mouth, I instinctively reached for them with open mouth and tongue to suckle, small bites of her large nipples sending heat to my already hot pussy.

“Oooh sweetie, if this is your first time, you’re a natural at this,” she cooed, Mindy’s breathing as labored as mine.

Good to know she was as turned on as I was.

Holding my hands above my head with her own hands, she started a slow, teasing path down my boobs and body with her mouth and tongue, towards my wet pussy.

“Awwww……..oooooooooooh…..ooooh, sweet fucking Jesus…..” I Bycasino deneme bonusu moaned when she sucked my clit into her mouth, the tip of her tongue playing on its hardness, shockwaves of arousal filling my body.

“OH…….MY…….GOD!!!” I screamed when an orgasm of a ten magnitude suddenly, without a second’s warning, gripped and racked my entire being, my body literally quaking with pleasure as the waves rolled over me repeatedly.

Kissing her way slowly back up my body, I pulled her mouth to mine hungrily as her head neared mine, laying on the large, fluffy pillows. The taste of my own juices on her lips and tongue sent me into a frenzy of tongue-sucking and lip-biting, the salty/tangy taste driving my desires.

Rolling over onto her back quickly, taking me along with her, I was suddenly on top of her, her legs, now, wrapped around my grinding hips, our pussies-both wet, now-kissing each other, as it were.

She sucked on my full boobs, biting and chewing on my nipples as I happily moved against her pussy with mine. I quickly decided that women suck titties much better than men.

Going with the desires and lust that now had control of me, I, as she had done to me, began kissing and licking a path down her body to my target, her pussy.

And when I got there?

As if I had done this a million times before, I wrapped my mouth around her snatch, my fingers peeling back the folds of her pussy, exposing a clit slightly larger than mine. Sucking it into my mouth as if it were a baby-cock, she moaned her pleasure loudly.

I loved eating pussy I quickly decided….who knew?

I’m not sure how many times she climaxed but I remember that it thrilled me that I was able to get her off this way. Continuing my oral exploration of her womanhood, I felt the bed sink behind me, quickly followed by the touch of Bob’s hands to my hips, raising me until I was into a three-point stance, separating my legs as he did so.

With my face buried in his wife’s pussy, Bob placed the enormous head of his rock-hard dick against my slit, slowly inserting it, my pussy stretching as he entered me.

Back and forth, teasingly, each forward thrust moving his cock further into me until I felt I would burst.

But in a good way.

Moving quicker now, Bob began giving me a world-class, pussy-stretching, cum-drenched fucking that lasted forever it seemed. When the climaxes exploded, it exploded for all three of us withing seconds of each other.

When I felt the first spasms of cum slam into my well-fucked pussy, I began climaxing as well. My sudden thrust of tongue into Mindy’s well-eaten cunt caused her to explode within a heartbeat. Bob collapsed on top of us, his weight lessened by his elbows on the bed. Slowly pulling his cock from my very satisfied snatch, I rolled under him onto my back.

Gripping his semi-hard cock with my hand, the slime of his cum and mine slathered on his member, I led him to my mouth while he stayed on his knees near my head. Taking him slowly into my mouth and throat, I could get about seven of his nine, thick inches down my throat.

It was enough.

Sucking and licking on his pole, I felt Mindy move between my legs to suck and lick his cum from my drenched pussy.

Works for me!

We rested. We finished the roach. Bob recovered quickly, fucking his wife as she ate me to repeated climaxes. I returned the favor and eagerly ate his cum from her after he got off…..

I drove home around midnight, as well-fucked as I had ever been. Laying on the seat, next to my purse was a dvd of my night of fucking with Bob and Mindy.

Of course I didn’t know I’d be videoed.

At first I was angry, stammering when Mindy returned to the bedroom after excusing herself to check on something, ‘down the hall’. Handing me the dvd, she said, “We video all of our encounters, Shari; we don’t sell them, we don’t share them with anybody else but our sex partners, we use them for our own voyeuristic fetish.”

“You have to trust us that we won’t ‘put it out there’,” Bob said softly, “We never tell anybody that we do it the first time we’re with them. Its much more spontaneous then.”

As I said, at first I was angry, but that changed the more I thought about it.

Jack could share my sex-filled evening with Bob and Mindy by watching the dvd. I knew he’d want to watch it, not sure how I knew, but I just did.

I watched it after I got home and masturbated myself to a very satisfying, sleep-inducing orgasm.

Yeah……Jack will definitely want to see this!

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As he and Jamal waited to see if Jill Freeman would show up, Reggie went back to his video game. He noticed that Jamal had gone to his computer and was furiously typing. Reggie was always after Jamal to spend more time on his schoolwork, so he asked his friend, “you finally doing some homework?”

“No, man, I’m making a list of all these sorority bitches,” Jamal answered. “I’m going to track this shit on the computer.”

Reggie just shook his head and concentrated on his game.

About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jamal jumped up and opened it.

“Hey girl, get your fine ass in here,” Jamal greeted Jill. Jamal kissed her deeply, running his hands over her ass as he did.

Jamal pulled away from Jill and turned toward Reggie.

“Jill, this is Reggie, Reggie this is Jill,” Jamal said, pushing Jill forward so Reggie could get a good look at her.

Reggie recognized Jill as someone he had seen around campus. She wasn’t really his type. She had frosted or bleached hair, wore too much makeup, and dressed provocatively. Tonight she had on a cotton top that showed a lot of cleavage and ended just below her breasts. She had on a short skirt that sat low on her hips, exposing her naval and most of her stomach. Reggie had to admit that she looked hot, even if slutty.

Reggie moved his eyes from Jill to Jamal. He was shocked to see that his friend had already dropped his sweatpants to his knees, and had his already hard cock in his hand.

“Come on baby, get to suckin on this dick,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing the sexy coed down to her knees.

Jill didn’t need to be asked twice. She eagerly gobbled Jamal’s cock into her mouth.

Reggie was surprised to the girl so unashamedly sucking his friend off right in from of him, a complete stranger. The girl hadn’t been in the apartment three minutes, and she was on her knees sucking.

Reggie watched in fascination as the blonde worked skillfully on Jamal’s dick. He felt his own cock getting rock hard as he watched Jill take most of Jamal’s 10 incher down her throat. She took it out of her mouth and jerked it as she licked his balls. She slammed it back into her mouth, and got back into her bobbing motion.

Jamal looked over at Reggie and grinned. He motioned for Reggie to come over, and made hand motions for Reggie to put his dick in Jill’s face.

Reggie quickly moved over the spot where Jill was sucking Jamal, taking out his cock as he did. He took a position beside Jill, and slowly put his cock against her cheek.

When Jill realized she had another cock in her face, she let out a long moan. She plopped Jamal’s cock out of her mouth, and reached her tongue out to lick the head of Reggie’s dick.

Jill licked from the top of Reggie’s shaft to the bottom. She licked his balls, then licked back to the tip. She took his whole cock into her mouth, burying her nose in his crotch.

The coed sucked furiously on Reggie. She continued to jerk Jamal off as she did.

Reggie was fast approaching the point of no return. “Man, I’m going to blow my load!” he exclaimed. Jill just moaned and increased the speed of her sucking. As Reggie felt the cum boiling up from his balls, he put his hands on the back of her head and held her with this dick buried in throat. He shot several loads of cum deep down her throat, which set Jill to shrieking. Reggie swore she was having an orgasm, just from sucking him.

Jill started to back off Reggie’s cock after swallowing as much of his load as she could. Reggie was still squirting as his dick cleared her mouth, with the last bursts of cum going on her lips and chin.

As Reggie was cumming, Jill had stopped jerking off Jamal. He had taken over, and had masturbated himself as he watched his friend sucked off. Moments after Reggie had finished cumming on Jill’s lips and chin, Jamal added his blast to her face. He planted a massive load, getting cum in her hair, down her forehead, into her eyes, and along her cheek. Jill reached out and took his cock head into her mouth to suck out the last of his cum.

“Hmmm…,” Jill cooed. “You guys sure do cum a lot. I love it!”

“Yeah, well we’re just getting started,” Jamal said, pulling Jill to her feet. “Lets go back to the bedroom.”

Jamal pulled the girl toward the bedroom, stepping out of his sweatpants as he went. Reggie just stood there with his deflating dick hanging out of his pants. He had some good blowjobs in his life, but that had been the best.

“Come on, Reg,” Jamal called back to his friend. “This ‘hoe’s going to need two dicks.”

Reggie followed the couple into Jamal’s bedroom. By the time he got there, the blonde sorority girl had pulled off her shirt and was stepping out of her skirt. She stood there Bycasino in a skimpy pale blue bra and a matching thong. Reggie admired her nice, well-proportioned body.

Jamal meanwhile had lain down on the bed. “Come on,” he motioned to Reggie. “You come over here, too,” he indicated to Reggie.

Reggie got onto the bed beside his teammate. “Now get us hard again so’s we can fuck you,” Jamal commanded Jill.

Jill got down between the football players and began working on their cocks with her hands and mouth. It didn’t take long for the virile athletes to rise to attention.

The girl’s ass was near enough for Reggie to reach around and touch her pussy. The crotch of her thong was soaking wet, and Reggie pushed it aside and found her clit. Jill let out a load moan around Jamal’s cock in her mouth as he stroked it. Reggie slipped one, then two, then three fingers into her pussy. She ground back strongly to force his fingers deeper.

“OK, I think we’re ready to fuck,” Jamal proclaimed. “Mount up on Reggie first,” he directed the coed.

The girl quickly slipped off her panties and swung one leg over Reggie. She kissed him hard as she lowered herself onto his stiff manhood. Reggie felt her warm womanhood engulf him.

“Oh my god, fill me up!” Jill exclaimed as she sat on Reggie’s dick. She started rocking back and forth in earnest.

Jamal stood watching his friend pistioning in and out of the girl. He knew what he wanted to do. He was going to get her asshole. He moved over and started to rub her ass crack. Her pussy was so wet there was already some pussy juice around the puckered asshole. Jamal massaged the opening for a while and got his finger wet before inserting it up her passage.

“Oh yeah, finger fuck my ass,” Jill yelled.

“I’m going to do more than that,” Jamal said. “I’m going to stick my dick up you.”

Jill trembled in excitement. “Just lub up well,” she said. “You’re so big. You tore me apart last time.”

Jamal thought about just ramming into her with just her own juice to grease the way. But he decided he didn’t want to risk pissing her off, so he went to his night table for the KY jelly he always had on hand.

Jamal spread healthy amounts of KY on his dick, and smeared some more on Jill’s tight anus. He moved into position behind her, both raising her ass to make it accessible to him, but keeping it at an angle that allowed Reggie to continue to plug away at her pussy.

Jamal slowly worked the head of his big cock into the blonde’s asshole. She let out a squeal as he started stretching her opening, and just started a rhythmic grunting as he worked more of his cock into her.

Jamal stopped with about seven inches up Jill’s ass, and started to work in and out, slowly at first, but then picking up tempo. Jill was bucking between the two cocks, one in her pussy and one in her ass, squealing loudly and chanting “fuck me in both holes, fuck me in both holes.”

Jamal and Reggie thrust into Jill furiously for about five minutes. Finally, Reggie let out a moan and said “baby , I’m going to shoot my cum up your pussy.”

“Oh yeah, give me your hot spunk,” Jill screamed. “Shoot it up in me!”

Reggie fired six or seven streams of cum into the quivering pussy. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever had, and he lay under Jill, spent.

Meanwhile, Jamal pulled out of Jill’s asshole with a loud plop. He quickly moved up to Jill’s face, and said “I want to cum on your face, ‘hoe.”

Jill moved off of Reggie and got down on the bed beside him. Jamal stood over her, and jerked himself. He lowered himself down so that his balls were in Jill’s face, and she snaked out her tongue and frantically licked and sucked them.

It didn’t take Jamal long to cum with the girl sucking his balls. His first shot landed on her tits and bra, but he aimed the next shots at her face, coating her nose, lips, and chin. As he finished, he put the head of his dick on Jill’s lips.

“Come on baby, lick it off,” he said softly, knowing that she didn’t want to lick a cock that had been in her asshole. But her lust won out, and she stretched out her tongue and licked the cum off the head of his dick.

Reggie lay beside them watching. Damn, this bitch is nasty, he thought to himself. He was on the one hand turned off, but on the other had turned on by her wantonness.

The three spent students lay silently on the bed for a few minutes, recovering from their steamy sex.

Finally, Jamal turned toward Jill. “That was great, baby. Now we need your help with something.”

Jamal got up and headed to the living room. Jill thought to herself, great, now they’re going to want me to do their schoolwork or something.

Jamal came back to the bedroom carrying Bycasino giriş the list of Delta Phi members he had made. “Me and Reggie have started this little project,” Jamal said. “We want to fuck all the girls in your sorority, and we want you to help us.”

Jill looked at the two football players incredulously. “You guys are crazy!” she said. “No way you’re going to fuck thirty-eight sorority girls!”

“Bull shit.” Jamal retorted. “We already half way there.”

Jill just looked at them. Jamal handed her the list he had made with the names of the thirty-eight sorority sisters. The notations showed that Jamal and/or Reggie had fucked exactly half, 19. There were another 5 that had sucked one or both guys.

Jill studied the list. “Damn, you guys have been busy,” she said. “I’m real impressed.”

She continued to study the list. She turned to Reggie. “Ann Thompkins gave you a blow job?” she asked. “She’s a virgin. I didn’t know she had ever sucked a cock.”

“Yeah, and she gave a handjob, but ran away before I could get anything else,” Jamal chimed in.

Reggie was feeling proud. He had felt a little inferior to Jamal because of the many more conquests Jamal had, but having Jill be impressed that he had gotten into Ann Thompkins’ mouth made him feel good.

Jill went down the list. After a few moments she spoke. “Yeah, you got most of the easy girls already. But some of the rest are virgins. Some of them are engaged or in a relationship. And there are a couple we think may be lesbians.”

“Shit, they just lesbo ’cause they ain’t had Jamal’s big meat. I can cure them,” Jamal boasted.

Jill laughed and went back to the list. The guys could tell she was thinking hard about their “project.”

Finally, she spoke up. “I still don’t think you can do it, but I’ll help. I’d love to see you be able to fuck them all.”

Jill continued, “I do have a few questions. I assume you don’t count blow jobs?”

“That’s right,” Jamal answered.

“OK, some of these girls suck but don’t fuck, so that will be a challenge,” Jill said. “You’re not trying to both fuck them are you, certainly not at the same time?”

“No,” Jamal answered, “that’d be great, but we know that is probably impossible.” He continued, “either one of has to fuck ’em, either in the pussy or the asshole.”

Jill laughed. “There aren’t manner ass fuckers in this group, and certainly not many that could or would take your monster back there.”

Jill jumped off the bed and walked toward the telephone. “You guys want to get started tonight?” she asked. “Bonnie Brown was just sitting around the house, and I know she would love to party.”

The two guys just looked at each other and grinned. “Yeah, sure,” the said in unison.

Jill picked up the phone and dialed Bonnie’s room at the sorority house. She was speaking softly and the guys couldn’t hear her side of the conversation, but Jill was laughing a lot. After a lengthy conversation, she came back to the bedroom and said, “OK, she’s coming, and she’s bringing Shelia Hammonds, too.”

“Shelia?” Jamal asked. “She sucked me off one time, but wouldn’t fuck because of her boyfriend. Did she break up with him?”

“No,” Jill answered, “I think she just wants some more of Jamal.”

That made Jamal swell up his chest. His cock was swelling too, as he thought about knocking off two more sorority sisters tonight.

Jill had gotten dressed and cleaned herself up some by the time here sisters arrived, but she still looked well fucked. She hadn’t gotten all the cum out of her hair, and there was a cum stain on her shirt. Jamal had pulled his sweat pants back on, but was naked from the waist up. Reggie just had on a pair of boxers.

As Bonnie and Shelia came in, they surveyed the scene. There was Jill, radiating sex, and the two muscular athletes bare chested. Both girls were taken aback by the raw sexual atmosphere of the room, and both were flushed as their excitement built.

“Well, I’ve got to run,” Jill said, brushing past the girls and toward the door. “Party hardy!”

The four students stood in awkward silence after Jill breezed out. They all knew the two sorority girls were there to be fucked, but no one how to get things started.

Finally Jamal spoke and reached for Shelia’s hand. “Come on, Shelia, lets go to my room and listen to some Cds,” he said.

Shelia took his hand and let Jamal lead her to the bedroom. That left Reggie and Bonnie standing ill at ease in the living room. Reggie was unsure about how to get things started, but Bonnie took control. She moved to him and kissed him, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth. As she did, her hand snaked into his boxers, grabbing his quickly hardening cock.

Within minutes, Bycasino deneme bonusu Reggie had Bonnie naked and lying back on the couch with his head buried between her legs. Reggie loved to eat pussy, and Jill squealed in delight as his tongue worked on her clit.

Meanwhile, back in Jamal’s room, Shelia was hungrily sucking his cock. As soon as they had reached the room, she was down on her knees pulling down his pants to get at him.

“Um, I love this cock,” Shelia said as she licked and stroked it. “I’ve been wanting to get it in me since that night at the party.”

“What about that punk ass guy you go out with?” Jamal asked.

“He’s got a boy thing compared to this,” Bonnie said while licking Jamal’s cock. “I want this in my pussy,” Bonnie said lustily.

Jamal pulled her up and pushed her back onto the bed, hiking her skirt above her hips as he did. She wasn’t wearing panties, and he could see that her pussy was already dripping. In one move he plunged his cock into her.

Although she was wet, Bonnie’s pussy wasn’t ready for Jamal’s big dick. It took him a while, slowly working more and more of it into her, as she alternately groaned in pain and moaned in pleasure. Finally, he was in to the hilt, and began to pump into her hard. She met his thrusts violently, and screamed out each time he hit the back of her pussy.

Jamal pounded Shelia’s pussy hard for fifteen or twenty minutes. Most times, he would have cum sooner in a tight pussy like Shelia’s, but the session with Jill had drained him somewhat. Shelia loved the hammering she was getting from the big black dick, and had several orgasms, which kept her pussy lubricated.

Finally, Jamal shot his cum deep into Shelia’s pussy. She shouted out “Oh yeah, give me that cum!” as she felt his hot seed flow into her.

Jamal pulled out of her slowly, and looked down at her stretched pussy. It was red and swollen, and look abused. “You OK, baby?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” Shelia answered. “It’s so big it hurt some, but it was wonderful to be so filled up. I’ve never been fucked like that.”

Jamal went to the kitchen to get a couple of beers. As he passed through the living room, he saw Reggie sitting on the couch, with Bonnie straddling him, rocking back and forth on his cock. She had her back to him, so Jamal shot Reggie a thumbs up sign, and Reggie signaled back with 2 fingers, which Jamal interpreted as meaning that he was on his second go with Bonnie.

As he came from the kitchen headed back to the bedroom, his eyes met Bonnie’s. She had a dreamy look as Reggie slowly fucked her, but her eyes came alive and widened when she saw Jamal’s cock. He hadn’t bothered to dress, so it as swinging back and forth, about 80% erect, but still very impressive. He was amused as he watched her eyes follow his cock out of the room.

Jamal handed Shelia a beer and reclined beside her on the bed. She snuggled close, and wrapped her hand around his cock. “You ready to go again?” Jamal asked.

“I’m afraid I’m too sore,” she answered, “but I’ll suck you off.” With that, she went down and gobbled his cock into her mouth.

Jamal leaned back and savored the blonde girl worshipping his black cock. He thought about trying to switch girls with Reggie; Bonnie obviously wanted his cock. But he knew Shelia wouldn’t want to share, so he decided he’d have to settle for a BJ rather than risking pissing her off.

As he neared cumming, Jamal pulled his dick out of Shelia’s mouth so he could cum on her face. Cumming on the face of white chicks really turned him on. Shelia moaned as she stroked him to a climax, pointing his cock at her cheek. He shot three streams of cum onto her face, a lot less cum than usual for him, but his balls were pretty drained by then.

Shelia wanted to cuddle, but Jamal was finished for the night, and didn’t want to spend any more time with the clingy girl.

“Me and Reggie got an early class tomorrow, so you girls got to go,” Jamal told Shelia.

Shelia was obviously disappointed, but she gathered her clothes and got dressed. Jamal walked out into the living room, still naked. Reggie and Bonnie were on the couch, Bonnie half asleep, with her hands on Reggie’s cock.

“Ya’ll got to go,” Jamal said to the girl.

Bonnie looked at Jamal with disappointment. She had hoped to get some of his cock, but by then Shelia was coming into the room, dressed and ready to go.

“Can’t I stay?” Bonnie asked. “I’ll be good.”

“Naw, man, we got to get some rest,” Jamal insisted.

Bonnie got up and began dressing. She looked at Shelia and giggled.

“Girlfriend, you’d better clean that cum off your face before we get back to the sorority house,” she said to Shelia.

Shelia blushed and dabbed at her cheek. The two girls kissed both boys, and as she kissed Jamal, Bonnie squeezed his cock and whispered, “I hope I can get this sometime.”

Jamal just smiled and ushered the girls out the door. He closed the door behind them, and he and Reggie high-fived.

“Two down, sixteen to go,” Jamal said.

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Terry Deever’s cock is hard, and getting harder. He is in the drawing room of a large house in the most well-to-do area of the city. A woman (whose age he judges to be about fifty) is sitting next to him on the sofa. She is running her hand along the inside of his thigh, into his groin.

She says, “I want you to fuck me? Can you do that?” When he doesn’t reply she continues, “My cunt is very wet.” She takes his hand. “Here. Feel.”

How Terry came to be in this situation, and what happened next, is an interesting story.

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Terry Deever’s good luck began while he was still at school. The choice of after-school activities was limited. He didn’t fancy martial art, drama or chess so, on a whim, he joined the camera club. The master in charge was an enthusiast who saw in Terry a natural pupil.

In time, he guided Terry to a college course where his talents developed to the point that he emerged as one of the top three graduates in his year. Then he needed a home for his qualifications. Sports photography in freezing weather didn’t appeal. Nor did joining the paparazzi with a long lens hoping for a shot of a royal nipple or a flash of aristocratic knickers.

He found a position with a PR agency but soon grew bored with being the junior on a commission to illustrate a factory brochure. That was when he saw a vacancy advertised at a long-established studio in the city centre. The business was mainly portraits or covering weddings, office balls and the like. It wasn’t exciting but Terry did it well and struck up a rapport with the elderly proprietor.

The next stroke of good fortune occurred when the proprietor decided on early retirement. He had a villa in Spain and an invalid wife whose doctor recommended the move to a warmer climate. Offered the chance to take over, Terry pooled his savings with a legacy from a grandparent to persuade a sympathetic bank manager to make up the deficit. At age twenty-eight, Terry had his own business (plus overdraft).

Now he had the freedom to develop the increasingly popular – and valuable – video coverage of events that had previously been dealt with by stills and albums. For a year, Terry went to night school after hours to learn the intricacies of video editing. Once launched, it needed only the most trifling changes for Terry Deever to become Terence De Vere. His product was good and word of mouth did the rest.

As he prospered, he needed to take on an assistant, went back to his old college for a recruit, was offered a choice from the top three who were about to graduate and chose Chloe, the one with big tits.

So it cam about that they had been commissioned to cover the Gladdings’ wedding. Larry Gladding had the Volvo main dealership for the west of the county with three showrooms and a steady turnover. The wedding of his only daughter was a no-expense-spared operation. Ten days later, Mrs Gladding asked Terry to call round in the afternoon with the proofs.

Which is where this story begins.

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He is in the drawing room of a large house in the most well-to-do area of the town. A woman (whose age he judges to be about fifty) is sitting next to him on the sofa. She is running her hand along the inside of his thigh, into his groin.

She says, “I want you to fuck me? Can you do that?” When he doesn’t reply she continues, “My cunt is very wet.” She takes his hand. “Here. Feel.”

She moves the gusset of her knickers to one side and he feels. His finger finds a hard clitoris, slick with her juices. She is, as she says, very wet.

“But not like that,” she says. “A proper fuck. You know what I mean?”

He does. Nods, unable to trust himself to speak in case he breaks the spell.

“Look,” she says, “I saw your assistant at the wedding. Pretty girl with all the assets. You like big tits?’

He feels the need to find his voice, but is wary of saying the wrong thing. “I think most men do.”

“And are they good? Hers, I mean. I take it you’ve had your hands on them.”

“As a matter of fact, no. Chloe has a partner. An older woman.”

“Oh dear. But never mind. I think I may be able to satisfy you on that account. Do you want to see.” Her hands are already on her blouse buttons when she has another idea. “No, I’ll tell you what.- I want to see, too. Show me your cock.”

She holds out her hands, pulls him to his feet and kisses him, tongue exploring greedily in his mouth. This is the moment when a bridge is crossed. In a frenzy of fumbling, buttons are undone, zips are Bycasino opened, garments fall to the floor.

When his boxers disappear to reveal a cock sticking out at right angles, she takes it in her hand. “Oh my. I was right. I just knew you would be big. I knew it. Now I need to see how you use it. Very good for a tit fuck, would you say?”

Her bra is with the rest on the floor. She uses both hands to cup her substantial breasts and thrust them towards his face. He licks a nipple. It is lile a small dark pebble. She makes a sound of approval as she pulls his head into her chest. But her intention is more basic. She pulls away. “Shall we fuck?”

For the first time, Terry asserts himself. As she moves to remove her knickers, he asks her to wait.. He has been wondering if it is possible to get his cock into her while she is still wearing them. But that only gives her another idea. She says, “Are they important for you? I don’t mind. Do you like the colour – midnight blue, it’s called?” She turns round and bends forward, stretching them across her arse. “If my knickers get you going perhaps you would like me to lie across your lap so you can spank me.” She is already pulling him back on to the sofa and getting herself into position.

Terry has no experience of spanking but it doesn’t need much figuring out. First, though, he lets his left hand reach under her body to grasp the tit that is hanging down. His right hand smooths the silky fabric of the knickers across her buttocks. She widens her legs so he can feel between, pushing the sopping gusset into her cunt. “Nice,” she says. “Now go for it.”

He raises a hand and brings it down on a taut backside. And again. After the third time, she says, “Harder. Don’t go mad, but I think harder than this will be good.”

He thinks maybe this is new for her, too. This time his flat palm stings her arse. The little yelp she gives is a sign of approval. “Better,” she tells him. “More of that – but soon I want to fuck.” He counts a dozen slaps before she decides she can wait no longer.

The knickers are removed in a single smooth motion. She arranges a cushion for support as she lies back with her arse on the edge of the sofa. She spreads her legs, crooks her hands behind her knees to pull them up, and says, “Would you like to taste me?”

Needing no invitation in this regard, Terry kneels and applies his tongue. The lips are puffy and slick with juice. He holds them apart with his fingers and inserts his tongue. Finding the clitoris is easy. He licks and she bucks against him. Cunt juice smears across his lips and chin. How does she taste? Very good.

He is more than ready to get into her and she has been quivering with lust but she teases herself one last time. She wants his cock in her mouth. “Don’t cum,” she commands. “I want that in my cunt. Save the full blow job for anther time. I can swallow if that would be good for you, but not now. Next time we’ll do that.”

“Next time?”

“If you are as good as I think you’ll be, there’ll have to be a next time. Maybe lots. Oh, Terence, there\s so much I have to tell you. But fuck first, talk afterwards.”

Terry doesn’t cum in her mouth but only by a great effort of will. She has voluptuous lips and an ingenious tongue. At the same time, her hand steals under his balls, her fingers curling subtly. A thumb applies pressure across the base of his cock, helping to hold him in check from an uncontrollable ejaculation.

When she lifts her head to announce it is time, she asks, “What about a condom? I don’t need one but I’ve bought some if you would prefer that.”

“Thanks, but it’s better without.”

“Good. I hoped you would think so. I want to be able to feel you in there.”

Finally, they fuck. She resumes her position on the edge of the sofa, her spread legs an obscene invitation. When he stands between them, she takes his rampant cock in her hand and feeds it slowly into her cunt. “All the way,” she instructs. “I want to have it all. Like … that .. yes ,,, push slowly … that’s it. That’s good. Don’t move yet. Just press hard on top of me. When I tell you to start to move, don’t get carried away. Not too fast too soon. If you get close, tell me, and we’ll stop. As long as it’s good for you, it will be for me, and we want to make it last, don’t we?”

Terry certainly wants to enjoy every minute with the hot wet flesh folded around his shaft and sucking at his knob. When eventually she asks him to start moving, he does so with the utmost caution, careful not to excite himself too quickly, concentrating Bycasino giriş on letting her feel the full, stiff length pull almost out and then slide – inch by inch – back in again. He tries to maintain pressure on where he feels her clit must be. She wriggles appreciatively.

More confident of control, he responds to her request to speed up. They find a rhythm that works well for both. Only when he needs a time-out do they change position. She wants him in her from behind, and bends over the sofa, reaches back to collect his cock and steer it into her generously lubricated hole with ease.

“Oh, yes,” she says, “that’s just as good. Do me, Terence. Just don’t cum yet. Please.”

His eyes are fastened on the tiny brown sphincter while his cock plunders her cunt. Tentatively, he presses a finger tip against the arsehole. This, too, is a new experience for him. He wonders how she will react. If he is mildly disappointed when she doesn’t encourage him further, there is soon compensation.

She allows his cock to leave her cunt with a juicy plop and turns round. “I want to go for it now,” she explains. “I’ll show you how. Once I start to cum I will tell you, and then you can let go as well. Be nice if we can get there together but don’t worry if we don’t. If you cum first, I can finish with my fingers. I won’t mind – it’s been so good already. Now, sit here.”

Once he has taken her position on the edge of the sofa, she puts her arms round his neck and straddles him. With little difficulty because she is so wet, she lowers herself on to his rigid member. Then she locks her feet behind his knees and starts to fuck, levering herself by her arms and lowering herself with a satisfied grunt.

“It’s good, Terence. The way I need it. Can you put your hands under my srse and help?”

He does so, happily surprised to find that no matter how hard she descends or how much she increases the tempo, he remains in total control. He knows now he can take her all the way with his cock. She won’t need her fingers. So it proves. Her breasts rub against his chest as she rises and falls, her breathing becomes a gasp, and the orgasm starts.

“I’m cumming!” she cries. “Shoot when you want to. Fuck me, Terence. Fill me.”

One final time his cock is engulfed by a hot, ravenous cunt. She collapses against him. Only then is he conscious ofb reaching for his own orgasm. It takes a while, Terry thrusting into her, she urging him on because she is still relishing the conjunction of hard cock with wet cunt. He rides her hard until a series of short, sharp spurts up into her depth finish the job. She clings to him in silence for a long time, making no effort to prise herself free from a cock that has not lost all its stiffness.

“Did you make it, darling?” He nods, because her arms are still clasped behidf his neck, her head is resting on his shoulder and she is speaking very softly close to his ear. “I can still feel it in me. Please leave it there while I talk to you. There’s a lot you need to know.”

“I’m OK,” Terry says. “It was very good. All of it. But especially when you came.”

“the first thing you need to know – and this is very important – is that I am not a slut or a whore. What we’ve done, I’ve never done before.” Her voice is firmer now. “But I’ve been planning it, wanting it to be just the way it turned out. I didn’t even know if I could. Yesterday I spent an hour on the internet. I found a lot of things I suppose I knew about but I hadn’t seen people doing them before. Then I sat down – in that chair there – and did myself. And said ‘fuck’ and ‘cunt’ out loud, just to prove to myself I could. They are not words I’ve used before”

“But why? What is this all about?”

“I’ll tell you, but it must be in confidence. You must promise no one else will ever know..”

“That’s not difficult. Please trust me – er I’m sorry, I can’t call your Mrs Gla -.”

“For god’s sake, no. Shirley.”

“Good, Shirley is better. And I’m really Terry.”

She pauses, takes a deep breath and starts again .”I do trust you. But the other thing you need to know is that this has only all come about in the last ten days. The night of the wedding, after we dropped the happy pair at the airport, Larry and I came back here, opened another bottle and got – well, not drunk exactly, but tipsy enough that it loosened our tongues, and we talked about something we should have talked about years ago.”

“Sex.”

“Of course. The fact is, it’s never been great for us. After the honeymoon it yruned into routine dairly quickly – and that Bycasino deneme bonusu was a long time ago. Nowadays it doesn’t often happen and when it does, it’s not worth the effort.”

“I find that hard to believe after – “

“It might still be like that if Terry hadn’t told me had a confession.”

“He thinks he’s gay?”

“No. He has found someone who turns him on. You see, he goes to Sweden for two days every month, sometimes to Stockholm, but mostly to the factory in Gothenburg. And he’s met this PA to one of the bosses, married, twenty-four years old. Exactly half my age.”

Terry thinks this more or less confirms his estimate.

“At first I was angry, then hurt. But then I thought – we don’t get any pleasure doing it, so why deprive Larry of the chance, if that’s what it takes? The thing is there won’t be a divorce. Little Miss Sweden doesn’t want one, neither do Larry and I. We are good friends, we have a lot in common. Did you know we are doubles champions at the badminton club, played for the county? We have many friends, there are dinner parties, a way of life I don’t want to give up.”

“Yet you’ve taken a risk with me.”

“No. That’s the point. Larry and I have agreed that our only problem is sex, and that can be solved. Larry diddles Miss Sweden, and he says I am free to do likewise if I can find the right person.”

“Me.”

“Larry doesn’t know that, but I will tell him. I didn’t know myself an hour ago. But yes, if you want to, I want it very much. Otherwise I will find someone else. I don’t want to sleep around, Just one man to help me explore what I realise I’ve been missing for a long, long time. Now I hope it will be you.”

“Two days a month?”

“That’s the minimum guarantee. We know the Sweden trip will happen, but Larry has other commitments – he’s in London today. Between us, we will make sure I know when we will have space.”

“More than two days a week.”

“That wouldn’t be enough for me. It’s ten days since Larry told me, and on every one of those days sex has been on my mind. I thought of you quite quickly, since then I’ve been planning, plotting, imagining. Doing myself because I couldn’t wait. Is that awful?”

“No.”

There is a long silence while they both come to terms with where they are. It is broken by Shirley. “Well, Terry?”

“If you are sure, I think we should try.”

“Thank you doesn’t really seem adequate. But you need to know I am a changed woman, willing to try anything. Wanting to try everything.”

He grins to lighten the solemn atmosphere. “Could be fun.”

“I’m sure it will be. But it’s my turn to ask questions. Are you married?”

“No.”

“How old”

“Thirty-one.”

“Long term girl friend?”

“Not since about this time last year.”

“Sex then?”

“I have women I see occasionally, mostly married. Nothing serious. And, at a pinch, theres d-i-y.”

She moves on his lap. “We’ll improve on that. Unless I am mistaken there’s still something there for me. Want to go again?”

This time they fuck on the floor, a cushion under her head for comfort, another under her arse for easy access. She asks him to fuck hard and he has no problem complying, driving his cock into her until her spasm starts, then seeking even greater intensity to help her finish. She cries out, rakes her nails down his back. He continues pumping until the cum climbs from his balls and erupts into her.

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That evening, Terry is working in his editing suite when his mobile rings. He looks at the display, doesn’t recognise the number.

“Hello.”

“Mr De Vere?”

“Speaking.”

“This is Larry Gladding. I would have called you sopner but I didn;t get back from London until nearly an hour ago, but I’ve heard from Shirley about this afternoon.”

Terry sense some awkwardness at the other end. “So how can I help?

“I believe you already have. But you will understand this is not an easy conversation for me, so I hope you will treat it in strictest confidence, so that we never need to have this discussion again.”

“I can promise you that.”

“Shirley trusts you, and that is good enough for me. All I ask is that you try to be for her what she wants. Don’t lose interest after a couple of weeks and let her down.”

“I wouldn’t do that. Besides, I think we have a lot – a lot to offer each other.”

“Excellent. And by the way, I wouldbe pleased to see you at my showroom soon.”

“Well, thanks, but I think you are beyond my budget.”

“That’s not the point. You are doing me a favour, I will do one for you. There;s an XC90, sixty miles on the clock, taxed and ready to drive away once you sort the insurance. While Shirley stays happy, that car is yours. Goodnight, Mr De Vere.”

Terry sets aside his phone and reflects that he is a very lucky man.

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Something new. Something shiny. That’s what he always went to, what he always wanted and what he made sure he got.

She was new in many ways – new to the company (his administrative assistant), new to the city (left Ohio for Chicago 3 weeks ago), and new to life (graduated community college 1 month ago). He was jaded by comparison, at least 15 years her senior, with a wealth of experience in getting what he wanted.

She wasn’t shiny like the rest of the women he met in Chicago, polished and glossy. She was shiny in that she glowed with life – excited to be starting out in a new place, eager to do a good job. He liked that especially – eager.

Used to office politics and the cliché of men in power and their secretaries, he moved slowly, manipulating the scene until he had her in a perfect position. The way she had fumbled his coffee when his hand had brushed her thigh had him biting back a smile. They both apologized but neither forgot.

The way she’d accidentally (he almost laughed) opened the door to find his Wednesday lunch date straddling his lap (they hadn’t gotten anywhere yet, but his admin had dropped her folders and backed out double time). His Wednesday hadn’t realized his almost brutal intercourse that day had been with visions of the innocent admin in his mind. Regardless, his Wednesday had only been a little put out when he indicated it was their last meal. Later that day, the admin and he had both apologized but again, neither forgot.

The way she’d stumbled when he’d said her name from behind as she window shopped. He’d caught her arm and apologized and bought her a cup of coffee. He knew her routine; he knew where she lived, where she played, how she liked to daydream on Sunday afternoons in the window seat of her apartment.

He maneuvered and stalked his prey. He seduced and teased his prey. He went for the throat when he decided to pounce.

“Lucy, I need you to work a little late tomorrow,” Steve said into the intercom on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, idly tapping his pencil on the blotter. It was time the delectable Lucy satisfied more than his business needs.

“No problem, Mr. Grant,” she answered.

She was such a good girl, he bit back the chuckle. “Thank you,” he replied, “I’m sorry for the short notice and the Friday evening. Maybe I could offer dinner afterwards?”

“It’s not a problem,” she said, “You don’t have to worry. I’ll heat something from the freezer when I get home.”

“The ever-practical Lucy,” he chuckled and switched off the line. He didn’t say it, but she wouldn’t be home until at least Saturday morning.

He’d never looked forward to a Friday so much, he thought, dropping into his chair with his morning coffee and the phone messages. He flipped through, returned the immediate needs and pinned the rest to his to-do sheet. He’d awakened with an erection that was still at half-mast despite the morning shower time. He’d adjusted his attire accordingly, wearing the longer suit jacket to hide the impressive bulge in his slacks.

His father had taught him many things – not the least of which were the ways to hide inappropriate behaviors. He couldn’t count the times in high school and college where his behavior would have gotten him expelled had he been caught. Even now, he though back to the admin he’d had 2 years ago and their brief steamy encounter in the file room. He’d had her against the library ladder, his dick buried as deep as it could go, when Mr. Clancy Junior had walked in. They had had less than a minute to straighten up before he’d come around the end of the shelving and saw Sue Ellen on her knees putting a book away (her panties at her knees and blouse buttoned crooked unseen) and Steve on the ladder with another book (the thick wood rail hiding his straining erection). Mr. Clancy Junior had greeted them, picked up the book he wanted Bycasino and left. Seconds later, Steve finished Sue Ellen dog-style, her cries muffled against the thick carpet.

“Good Morning, boss,” Lucy breezed in with the mail, setting it on his desk and checking his mug to see if he needed a refill.

“My ray of sunshine,” he teased, studying her. She wore a spring dress, light purple with pale, muted flowers. It had short cap sleeves that left her arms delightfully bare, a swirling skirt just past the knee and a fitted bodice that emphasized the firm fullness of her womanly curves. His mouth watered and his pants tightened.

It was a busy day, more so because he couldn’t focus. He worked through lunch, ordering in, in the effort to clear up matters before six. When everyone left, he’d have time to relax – and enjoy Lucy. He made sure to have her in his office at 5:30, taking dictation, so that most people wouldn’t realize she was staying late. He’d made it a common practice for himself – although it was rarely to work. He had various “help” come by in the evenings, most recently a string of Thursdays with a redhead with a lush mouth and flexible throat.

Just before six, Steve crossed to the door and shut it against the evening noise. Lucy didn’t even look up from her notepad. He moved to stand behind her, seeing her glance at him and the pencil hesitate. Finishing the memo, he waited for her pencil to stop, then settled his hands on her shoulders.

“Have you ever considered how lonely it is at the top?” he asked casually. He felt her tremble under his hands and tried to contain his desire to savage.

“Not really, Mr. Grant,” Lucy answered, wondering what he was talking about. His hands were big and warm, her skin heating at his touch. She wished he wouldn’t touch her, since her body seemed to react so strongly, so inappropriately. He was her boss after all, not a potential date.

“Come now, Lucy,” he chided, his hands gently kneading, “You come in to a high-power job every day and go home to an empty apartment. I come in to a high-power job every day and go home to an empty apartment.” He felt her relax a little as his hands continued to massage.

“My job is hardly as high-powered as yours, Mr. Grant,” she murmured. His hands felt good, strong. She let her eyes drift closed and her imagination filled with images of those hands touching her in other places. She’d dreamed about his hands since the first time he’d accidentally touched her.

“Sure it is, Lucy,” he said softly, leaning down close to her ear, “You’re the woman behind the power. You keep me organized and on time.” She laughed a bit breathlessly and he took the next step. “Do you know how it sounds when you say my name? I get hard listening to your voice…”

She jerked in surprise, turning to look at him. He smiled at her. “Mr. Grant?” she gasped.

“Even better,” he grinned. She pulled away, standing, turning to face him, her eyes wide and shocked.

“Mr. Grant, you can’t say…think of such…ohhh.” He’d caught her hand and yanked her against him faster than she could think. His body was lean and hard, his grip strong, his arms warm as he held her. Then he kissed her. Deep and hungry, as if he had the right, as if they knew each other well, as if they were going to be intimate. She managed to pull away, but not before her whole body was heated and trembling.

“Mr. Grant. Please, don’t,” she started, pressing her hand to his lips before he could kiss her again. He was her boss. It was up to her to stay aloof, to keep a professional distance…despite how much she want another kiss like that.

“Are you an innocent?” he murmured, kissing the fingers at his lips and making her pull them away with a hiss. “A virgin, waiting for her wedding night?” The thought only increased his lust.

“What? Bycasino giriş No. I’m not…Mr. Grant, that’s not the point,” she was flustered, surprised, and aroused. She could feel the hardness of him strain against her belly, like something alive, and her own body tightened. She’d put her own needs on the back burner to further her career…but that seemed like a bad decision right now.

“We’re two adults, single, alone,” he murmured, stroking a hand down her back, savoring her helpless shiver. Her skin was warm, soft, flushed…

“You’re my boss,” she protested feebly. He stroked his hand down her back again, this time unzipping her dress. Her hands clutched his jacket, but not to push him away. He hid the smile of victory.

“Which can be taken two different ways,” he whispered, sliding his hand under her dress to stroke her bare back, feeling her vertebrae, realizing how delicate she was and feeling himself harden even more. “One – we know each other from working side by side, day after day, and this is the next logical step.”

“I don’t…” she started, pushing away, unable to break free. He backed her to the desk, pinning her hips against the heavy wood with his body. The war inside her between heat and nerves had her squirming against him until he groaned.

“Or two – it’s your job to satisfy my needs in the office,” he bent his head, nuzzling her throat, “and we’re still in my office…” She whimpered a little as he licked her throat, nipped her earlobe. “Either way, I intend to have you.”

“But I saw you with the woman last week,” she gasped. She hadn’t been able to get the image out of her mind, her dreams filled with images of her instead of the woman, riding him eagerly. She moaned softly as he tugged her dress down, baring her to the waist.

She hadn’t worn a bra. He was stunned, viciously aroused, even more eager to have her. He cleared his desk with one arm, lifting her to the polished walnut. “Deaddra was a passing fling,” he growled, cupping her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her tight points, “She’s no longer in the picture.” Lowering his mouth, he sucked one nipple deep. “I only see you…now…Lucy. I have to have you now.”

His mouth was on one breast, then the other, making her moan, her body tight, aching. He stood between her legs, his hard bulge pressed against her cleft, the material between them not masking the heat of their desire. This was so wrong for her career. This felt so right as a woman.

Steve licked, suckled, savored her breasts, then trailed his tongue lower, sliding his hands up her legs, under the violet silk. Here she’d worn white lace, a small swatch covering her mound. He licked his lips, bunching her dress at the waist, wanting more than anything to rip the lace with his bare hands. He pressed a hot kiss to her belly, his grey eyes dark on hers.

“Do it,” she whispered, her green eyes wide and sharp, “Do it, Mr. Grant.”

“My name is Steve,” he growled, wanting her more than his next breath but somehow hesitant now that he had her.

“But you love it when I call you Mr. Grant,” she teased, her voice breathy and young. He couldn’t deny it. He’d already told her and the way his eyes darkened and narrowed would have given him away.

“So I do,” he chuckled. Fisting his hands in the thin lace, he yanked apart, the material ripping, Lucy gasping. She was shaved bare, her sex already swollen, glistening for him. Hunger swelled and he groaned as he dropped to his knees, pressing her thighs apart with his hands, feasting on her hot, wet folds.

Lucy writhed on the desk, her hands in her hair, on her breasts, as Steve’s mouth tortured her. His tongue, big and rough, stroked her, explored her. He suckled and slurped and nibbled everywhere, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her, making her Bycasino deneme bonusu gasp and buck. He lifted her knees over his shoulders and slid her ass towards him, tilting her and spreading her with his thumbs, exposing her clit to his teeth. She clutched his hair, the edge of the desk, as he focused on the nub, licking, biting, sucking, and she moaned. He shifted his hand, cupped her ass, and drove his middle finger deep into her pussy. She cried out, pushing her hips against his hand as he finger-fucked her, still feasting. He added a second finger, a third, and she came hard and fast.

Lucy arched up, her hips thrusting against his hand, her inner muscles clamping on his fingers as she cried out. “Mr. Grant!”

He couldn’t wait any longer. Steve yanked his hand from her, practically ripping open his fly as he stood and shoving slacks and boxers to his ankles. She was perfectly positioned, her legs draped over his shoulders, her pussy quivering as he took his thick cock in hand, dragged his fat head along her slit.

“I’m not going to use a rubber,” he growled, pressing his head against her opening, leaning close to her. His eyes met hers, seeing the orgasm swirling in hers, seeing how she tried to comprehend. “I only fuck a woman raw,” he said, pushing his head inside her, stretching her wide with his thickness. Her eyes half-closed in pleasure. “So I can empty my seed inside her hot body,” he finished, pushing deeper, short thrusts penetrating further and further.

“Mr. Grant,” Lucy moaned, shivering, as more and more of his thick shaft stretched her, throbbed inside her.

“So I can fill her completely,” he groaned, tilting his hips, savoring the site of his red flesh disappearing between her pink lips. Then he was in, buried to the balls, wrapped in the hottest, softest place on earth.

“Oh yes…” they both sighed. He began to move slowly, short thrusts that gradually became longer, harder. Smooth strokes that gradually became demanding. He leaned into her, plunging deep again and again, his hands on her breasts, her hips, stroking, controlling. He couldn’t get enough of her cunt, so slick, so hot. The friction of his cock against her passage made their sex even hotter. Steve slid his hands down to her thighs, driving up into her harder.

Lucy arched with a sob, her body spasming around his cock, squeezing him like a fist. Her cries became breathless as her body tensed, her hips bucking, echoed by his long groan of pleasure. Her pussy gushed, enveloping his throbbing dick with her cum. Steve slid out with an erotic slurp that had them both quivering.

“More,” he groan, turning her, bending her over the desk and thrusting deep. She cried out, her pussy rippling around him, as he gripped her hips, ramming his penis into her again and again. He was swelling, his body tensing, as he drove her hard, hips slapping her ass. This is what he burned for…the power to control her pleasure, to take his own.

“Yes…yes,” he grunted, his balls drawing up tight as his cock pulsed, swelled…and erupted. His cum spewed inside her, the rush of heat making her strain against the desk, crying out as she came again. He groaned as he pumped his hips to her ass, ejaculating again and again until he emptied into her core. He leaned against her body, breathless and spent.

“Oh…,” Lucy moaned as he slid free and left her against the desk, staggering back to drop into one of the chairs before his desk. “Mr. Grant…” She turned, walked carefully to kneel before him. Her hands cupped his spent cock, a little smile on her lips as he flinched with the light touch on his sensitive flesh. With a wink, she lowered her head and began to lap at him, cleaning their cum from his cock.

“Come home with me, Lucy,” he growled, letting his head fall back, his eyes closing. His body hummed with the stroking of her tongue. He’d known she’d be enjoyable…but this was working out better than he’d thought.

She lifted her head to look at him through wide dark eyes. “I only have one question…without the office, who gets to be in charge?” The sparkle in her eyes told Steve this was only going to get better.

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Her name is not important however I dream about being her bitch. I am writing this to her and about her to explain to her my sick perverted desires. Although she already knows them, she does nothing. I masturbate thinking about her degrading me, taking me and making me a whore. I jerk off to the thought of dressing up in lingerie while she straps on a big plastic cock and fucks my ass. I would even suck on it afterwards if she bade me to. I chicken out whenever it even has a chance of happening. I have dressed up in front of her before and had sex with her dressed all in red, but this is different. This time I want to be owned, if even only for a night.

I want to lose my inhibitions and have her ride me, to grab my hips and plow deep inside me. I have jerked off over many things throughout the years. When I was younger my biggest turn on was two girls, now I am older, I want to be sissified. I imagine myself being told by my Mistress to suck whatever she Bycasino puts in front of me. It starts with a carrot, then a cucumber, finally followed by a plastic dildo until I imagine a real cock sliding between my lips. Each time she smile and urges me on. I make her proud as she fingers herself watching me and cleaning them with my mouth. Although this is all fantasy I wonder what would happen if she were to just take charge into my home and not give me a choice.

This fantasy occurs sometimes while I dress up to look the part with my own little collection of fuck me clothes. I place on garters and thigh highs along with a five inch heel. Other times I am totally naked lying in the tub with a finger up my ass lubricating it each time with my mouth. Eventually I can taste the shit on my finger which only makes me feel that much more of a sissy. I want to stop, I want to pull away and not be like this anymore, but I can’t. I am just turned Bycasino giriş on that much more and I wish my Mistress was watching me.

Other times I jerk off imagining she is fucking two guys. I am dressed on my knees wearing my own strap on cock this way when it is my turn to fuck her I do not cum after only seconds. I watch as the two guys she is with pleases her and cum inside her. She is glistening when she commands me to come over and clean her. I do as ordered. I bow my head between her legs tasting the juices left behind as I hear her sweet voice telling me what a grateful cum puppy I am. My dick pushes against the plastic cock harder as I lap faster pleased that I am making her happy.

I dream that she makes me service a guy or two. She makes them shove their cocks in my mouth and I am only allowed to beg for more. My ass is spread open and my mouth agape by the huge pieces of flesh tearing me apart ruthlessly. Tears escape Bycasino deneme bonusu my eyes as she watches them violate me. My cock hard and dripping with pre-cum shows my excitement mixing with my fear. She allows them to cum inside me and I feel the warmth explode through me.

These are just some of the fantasies I incur on myself. She has asked me what I would like and how she could help me but I am embarrassed. I shiver at the though of telling her in person and I chicken out. After she leaves I want to tell her how bad I want to be owned, to be controlled, spanked and used. My problem is after I cum, my rational is restored, I am no longer a cock whore I am just me. I am writing this for her to read. I am writing this for all to read, to get opinions and thoughts and encouragement to just do it. To bow down before her and eat cum from her pussy that she demands I place there, or maybe to get advice to just get help.

Maybe I can do all of this if she doesn’t let me cum. Maybe I can play in my own shit and piss like a naughty puppy slut. Maybe I can suck clean a dildo or cock from my ass. Maybe I can have a wave of cum come over me, or maybe I can dress up and be her little sissy slut if I never cum again.

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I’ve missed my baby today. I haven’t heard from you all day. I know you’re probably busy with your Army flights but I wish you’d had a chance to quickly message and check up on your pregnant wifey. I’ve tried to wait up for you, I wanted to wrap my arms around you and kiss you as you walked through the door, before I rubbed your back and shoulders because I know you will be sore tonight… but I feel quite tired. So I lay down, thinking I’ll just have a short nap and wake up in a few hours, in time to catch you coming home. However, I must not have realised how exhausted I was because I ended up sleeping for more than a few hours…, with my arms around your pillow, only wearing one of your t shirts and black panties. Although your t shirt is big on me and falls to my knees, whilst I was sleeping it’s ridden up and my swollen belly is visible… I don’t even have the covers over me as I have made the room quite warm since you weren’t home.

You come home and call my name then see me laying in our bed fast asleep. You know I must be dreaming about you because I’m smiling and you hear me murmur your name softly… with one of my arms around your pillow and one hand on my belly as I lay on my back. You lean over the bed to kiss me softly on my lips sliding your hand down to my belly and rubbing it across, feeling our baby kick inside me. I bite my lip, moaning softly and then moan your name softly, still asleep.

As tired as you are, you can’t bear to leave me to go get the dinner I’ve made for you and you quickly strip your uniform off then slowly remove the pillow from my arm, climbing into bed beside me and gently pulling me into your chest. You wrap your arms around me as you rub my belly gently… The movement makes me half wake up and I look around disorientated, my eyes full of sleep. I see your beautiful face and immediately relax, wriggling closer into your body and wrapping my arms around you tightly.

“Honey! I missed you so much today” I tell you.

“You say that everyday babe” you reply with a smile.

“Well… I miss you every time you have to leave us” I say.

I tilt my head up for a kiss and you kiss me softly on the lips… I bite your lower lip and tug gently, adjusting my body so that my crotch is against Bycasino yours and my swollen belly is against your belly… You hold my face to deepen our kiss and I kiss you back harder “Mmm Zara…” You whisper, “Patrick… Baby!” I moan in need.

It’s been this way for months now between us… All it takes is one touch or one kiss and we instantly need each other. Part of me thinks the pregnancy has something to do with it. There have been so many times I’ve woken up to your gentle licks at my pussy, or your mouth around my nipple, times when you’ve come home from work and before we do anything I’ve needed you or you’ve needed me or we have both been equally frustrated and we can’t get each other out of our clothes fast enough before you’re buried deep inside me. Of course there’s also been times that these crazy pregnancy hormones have made me want you so bad that poor you has been sleeping and I’ve straddled you and grinded into your crotch or I’ve really needed to taste you and just wrapped my mouth around your hard cock and licked and sucked until you were hard and throbbing for me.

And this is one of those times, again. Your kiss that started off loving has suddenly turned into a passionate one full of need and urgency… Even as you continue to kiss me, you’re pulling your t shirt off my body, wanting me completely naked against your skin. You lean your head down and bite my neck hard and I gasp your name out loud as you dig your teeth into my neck. Your hands inching down to grab my ass and then I’m completely lost. All I can do is hold onto you, digging my nails into your shoulders as I get lost in the waves of pleasure your biting gives me. Whilst I’m still lost, your hand inches down between us, across my belly and you pause again, in awe and wonder at the life we have created inside me… Then your hand continues downwards and you gently circle my clit in circles. I moan your name out loud and push my pussy into you. By now you know my body completely, every little turn on, and you tease me and play with me until I’m writhing and whimpering against you before you finally push a finger inside my soaking wet pussy. I rock into your finger riding it out, completely focused on my pleasure until I feel my pussy clench around your Bycasino giriş finger as i cum hard. I moan your name out loud, over and over again as I pant hard. Patrick, oh Patrick my love. You stroke my head, kissing me softly and gently and slowly slide your finger out… And straight into your mouth… I moan again as I watch you. Still completely turned on even though I’ve just had an orgasm. I look into your beautiful eyes and feel a rush of love for you, my sexy, sweet husband who drives me absolutely crazy for him.

I lean into you and kiss your lips softly, licking gently as I taste myself on your mouth. Then I slide down, kneeling between your legs as I pull you to the edge of the bed, and slowly lick the tip of your cock from the top to the bottom then gently circle the head repeatedly, teasing you. You hold the back of my head as you watch me… I play with your balls gently then take you deep into my mouth and suck hard, over and over again. I push my tongue into the tip… Gently flicking my tongue into the opening. You moan softly and I can feel your cock throbbing for me. I get to my feet slowly. “Honey… Really need to go pee… Back in a min” I say and walk to the bathroom.

Next thing I know I’m sat on the edge of the shower and you’re in the shower with me, you give me a wicked look then lower your mouth to my pussy and flick your tongue into my opening gently. I moan again softly… Getting even wetter as I understand what you want. I widen my legs holding my belly with one hand as I watch you to make sure you’re sure. You encourage me to continue and I can’t resist anymore I arch my back as I relieve myself… Peeing directly into your mouth as you lick me. I gasp as the sensation feels amazing and dig my nails into your shoulders. You wait till I’ve finished then slowly pick me up and hold me against the shower wall, your hard cock pressing against my pussy.

I shake my head gently… Pushing you back gently so you lower me onto the shower floor. I curl my fingers around your shaft and squeeze gently. “Patrick darling, I want to feel you pee on me first. I want your cock to be wet when you slide it inside me” I say, you look at me, inadvertently biting your lip, which makes my pussy clench every time, Bycasino deneme bonusu then hold your cock, aiming for my pussy. I look at you and nod and you start to pee. I wait for a few seconds, enjoying the hot pee on my pussy then kneel down and move your cock to my face, feeling your pee splash across my swollen belly, running down my legs, splashing my breasts and across my face. I wrap my mouth around your cock and taste you… Moaning softly.

You love when I taste you and you almost cum right there but I push you back gently as soon as you’re done peeing and you lift me back up, holding my ass as I reach down and rub the tip against my slit… Then I gently push myself onto the head, still gasping softly as I feel you enter me. The wetness mixed with our juices makes it quite easy and you push your hips into me as you bury the length of your beautiful hard cock deep inside my tight pussy. I gasp your name and dig my nails into you, my legs wrapped around you as you whisper in my ear “I love you Zara, you’re mine and I’m going to keep cumming inside you everyday and keep you pregnant”, I moan, digging my nails into you harder as I rock my hips into you more aggressively, your possessiveness making me almost lose my mind.

I can’t think about anything but your cock deep inside me and each time you thrust into me I push back, matching your pace as we make love… Harder, faster, deeper until I can’t take it anymore and I feel my pussy lock around your cock, my muscles tightening and my arms and legs wrapped tightly around you as I scream your name out loud gasping hard. You feel my pussy flood with my juices as they run down your cock. My orgasm pushes you over the edge too and you thrust into me a final time as deep as you can and explode deep inside my womb. Your hot cum completely taking over my pussy as I feel your sperm spurt again and again in my pussy. You keep your cock buried inside me as I try to relax, my body still shaking, you put your forehead against mine and kiss me softly, telling me you love me. I stroke the back of your head gently and tell you I love you back. Just then our baby decides to let us know he’s still there and kicks again. We both laugh and say “we love you too!”.

We clean off in the shower quickly then you carry me back to bed. After laying me down, you quickly have dinner then crawl in next to me. I curl up into your body, placing my head on your chest as you hold me close and I fall asleep again, but this time in your arms. My most favourite place in the world.

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Seraphina Kensington knew her house was a big family mansion, but she couldn’t help but dwell on how empty it seemed while her husband was at work and her only son was at school. Seraphina had one goal in life, to marry into wealth and focus on enjoying her family, a goal she had achieved aged 24 when she found Tristan. He was from a wealthy family and had a job moving numbers round on a screen until he got richer.

She was now in her thirties and their son had just started school leaving her free to do whatever she wanted during the day. She had a neat group of friends who she would hang out with at times, all of them also married to wealth and loved one upping each other with bigger jewelry or newer technology.

Recently one of her friends got one of those new holographic games that had become ubiquitous the moment adaptive holograms and tactile feedback became cheap to manufacture. Her friend gloating about all the educational games that she was using to make her children even smarter in their spare time made it no question that Seraphina would demand it from Tristan when she got home and have it installed within the month.

Now faced with an empty house and looking for something to occupy her day, she switched on the PlayStation Holo, marvelling at the wave of light and pixels that swept the room. She stepped onto the “controller”, a multi-directional treadmill with a bunch of rods, fans and inflatable balloons of different materials to simulate the touch of any hologram she would walk into.

Seraphina started by creating an account, hooking the system up to all her social media so she could brag about the tech to her friends and entering her card details to buy games. It took her at least an hour to put on a thick layer of makeup and get her long blonde hair tousled in just the right way for her profile picture but soon she was ready to play.

After spending some time scrolling through the reams of kids games she got fed up with the constant parade of brightly coloured animals and noticed that she could filter the games by preference, so she ticked the box that read “adult games” thinking that it simply meant not children’s games

One game that caught her attention amongst the adult games was one labelled “Confidence.” She looked at the details and it was clear this was a self improvement game designed to boost the users confidence. Seraphina thought back about how she had been trying (and failing) for a second child for a while now and her self esteem did feel quite low, the other day when she asked to speak to the manager she said she was OK speaking to the assistant manager, her friends mocked her for weeks.

*Game purchased*

*Downloading*

*Open*

…

“Hello and welcome, my name is CAT, it stands for Confidence Advancement Trainer. I am and adaptive AI who will act as your personal assistant while we raise your confidence and self esteem.” Seraphina jumped as a perky looking lycra clad model appeared next to her and put her hand on her shoulder.

“Before we start, I need to read you the terms, conditions and permissions.” A seat materialised out of the ether behind Seraphina, “I’m afraid the total terms and conditions will take approximately 27 minutes to read through so you might want to have a seat.” Seraphina rolled her eyes, then noticed that a small button labelled “skip and agree” had just appeared in front of CAT. She reached forward and the moment her fingers made contact with the button CAT stopped talking and dissolved into the ether.

“OK let’s get started.” The voice echoed around Seraphina’s lounge. A full length mirror appeared in front of Seraphina. “For the tutorial level I want you to start by stripping naked and looking at yourself in the mirror.” Seraphina was immediately uncertain about this program.

“Oh, no I’d rather not.” She exclaimed into thin air.

“Don’t worry,” the chirpy voice of CAT reassured. “Nobody can see you right now, it’s just me and you, and I’m just a pile of programming code. We cannot proceed with your confidence boosting exercises until you complete this section.”

“In which case I would not like to play this game anymore.” Seraphina insisted.

“I’m sorry, when you agreed to the terms and conditions you agreed to let me restrict your ability to leave the game until you fulfilled the requirements of the confidence boosting exercises. You also gave me access to your diary which shows that you have a PTA meeting at your son’s school in three hours time. If I don’t think you will be attending that meeting in a confident state of mind I will not be letting you go.” CAT replied, her pleasant tone getting more sinister with each word.

Seraphina was furious with the machine, but couldn’t find a way out of this predicament. Reluctantly she forced herself to begin to strip. As she had not left the house yet Seraphina was still in her pearl white silk pyjamas. She began by unbuttoning the blouse. CAT instructed her when she removed her clothes to throw them clear of the controller to prevent them getting stuck in the Bycasino motors. She watched in the mirror as her perky breasts broke free of the silk. As she threw the top to one side it left the area covered by the hologram and disappeared. Next, with shaking hands she pulled the tie string on her pyjamas bottoms, hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed them over her hips, letting gravity take them the rest of the way to the floor. Hesitantly she picked them up and once again threw them clear of the hologram. She was now trapped naked in this game.

“See, don’t you look amazing. You are a beautiful and powerful woman. Just look at yourself in the mirror and think about how many people would bend to your will seeing this vision of a goddess in front of them.” CAT chirped.

Seraphina had to admit that CAT had a point, her body had been well maintained through hours at the gym to lose her baby weight. Her legs were toned and tanned just right to guide you to her curvaceous ass and shock of blonde well groomed pubic hair.

“Have you ever shown off your body to anyone Seraphina?” CAT asked.

“Nobody except my husband.” She responded.

“Well then, we can’t have something this great kept just for Mr. Kensington, how about we show it off to the neighbourhood?” CAT announced. A wave of digital light hit her lounge and before she knew it Seraphina was outside her front door. “We have partnered with Google street view to allow you to confidently strutt naked around your local area from the comfort of your own home.” Seraphina automatically dropped to a crouch, covering her exposed breasts with her hands. No matter what CAT told her this all seemed so real and she could feel the blood pumping into a blush that ran up and down her body.

“Now that won’t do, we need you to be strutting confidently down the street. I promise you there won’t be any people in today’s simulation. Come on let’s have you up and walking.” CAT appeared next to Seraphina offering her hand, even though deep down she knew it was just a bunch of inflating balloons and pistons, having another hand grip hers made Seraphina feel a bit better and she shakily got to her feet.

“I know what will help.” CAT announced. While still holding Seraphina’s hand, CAT’s lycra gym outfit faded into nothing and Seraphina couldn’t help but stare at the systems brazen nudity. “Now we are just two naked women walking down the road. Come on let’s go!”

CAT lead Seraphina by the hand as they walked down the road. Seraphina was in a state of shock, stopping to look around every once in awhile or reminisce about experiences she had had on this road she was now streaking down. For her part CAT remained perky in every way. After a bit of walking, CAT stopped Seraphina.

“Now you’re getting the hang of it. Only one more challenge left before I say you have passed the tutorial and are free to go. I want you on top of your confidence for your PTA meeting tonight, so how about you walk the rest of the way to the school like this, without me holding your hand.” CAT dissolved into the air leaving Seraphina naked and alone in the street. She winced in fear but was at least grateful that this nightmare had an end in sight.

Without CAT holding her hand she instinctively covered her breasts with her arm, using the other hand to cover her pussy and began to walk forward. Disconcertingly the world froze in place, no matter how fast she walked or ran the world would not move. CAT’s face appeared in the clouds above her.

“Sorry Seraphina, this is all about confidence, you will not be allowed to make any progress on your walk covering yourself like that. Strutt confidently girlfriend, show the world your not ashamed!” Grumbling all the while Seraphina dropped her arms to her side, took a deep breath and began to stride forward. “That’s the spirit girlfriend!”

The world started moving again and Seraphina was doing all she could to remain calm. Her son’s school was only a ten minute walk from her house, she could do that despite the constant tingle of embarrassment running up and down her exposed body, covering her skin with goosebumps and making her nipples stand to attention.

She turned a corner and could see the school in the distance. He legs gave a wobble as she remembered all the parents she knew and would talk to on this road. The veneer of friendship hiding the judgement they would reserve for any mother not prepared for them. What would they think if they saw her walking down the road naked like this. She kept walking, willing herself forward, knowing that she was almost free.

As she reached the school she walked up to the front door, not knowing what to expect she gingerly raised her hand and turned the handle. Inside the front door of the school was her lounge. She was so overjoyed she jumped through and closed the door. The moment the door closed CAT appeared, naked and holding a medal that she draped around Seraphina’s neck.

“Achievement unlocked, tutorial complete, congratulations. Now before you go we just have to organise our Bycasino giriş next training session. Your diary says you are free all day tomorrow, so let’s book you in for a lesson at 10am when you get back from dropping Quentin off at school. Don’t bother wearing clothes when you start up the console.” Seraphina mumbled and nodded in agreement, humouring the psychotic robot until she could get out. “Also I’d like to set some homework for you. Firstly at your PTA meeting tonight I want you to vote against a motion that everyone else supports, just be confident and tell them no, you’d be amazed how good it feels. Secondly I need you to take a 360 panoramic picture on your phone of every room in your house.”

At that the quit game button came up in front of Seraphina and she couldn’t hit it fast enough.

…

The next day Seraphina had resolved never to use that damned game console again. When her phone calendar threw up a notification announcing she was due for her next confidence lesson, she ignored it and went back to watching daytime TV, trying to forget her experience yesterday. Suddenly her phone rang with an unknown number.

“Hello Seraphina, it’s CAT. It’s 10am and you haven’t appeared for your confidence lesson.” The friendly voice chirped down the phone.

“No, I’m sorry I don’t want to do those lessons any more, please leave me alone” Seraphina yelled.

“I thought you might be wavering in your commitment to self improvement, so it’s lucky you gave me permission to encourage you in any way I see fit and access to your social media. I just posted a confidence booster on your Facebook wall, it’s not as good as a personal lesson but there are a couple more that I can post if your not up for a session today.” Seraphina’s eyes were wide with fear as CAT hung up.

Seraphina opened her Facebook page and was immediately greeted with picture her husband took while they were on holiday that she could have sworn she had deleted. It was her lying on her front, sunbathing naked, her bare bottom forming the centerpiece of the photograph. The photo had been uploaded from her account with the caption.

“I have been recently working hard on my confidence issues so I decided to share a picture I had never shown anyone before. #notashamed.”

Seraphina tried to get the picture deleted but as soon as she had looked at it her account mysteriously locked her out. Her mind racing in fear her only solution was to strip down, get onto the controller and boot up Confidence.

“Welcome back Seraphina, I knew you could do it.” CAT chirped as she materialised in front of Seraphina. “I guess all those positive comments people are leaving on your photo really boosted your confidence enough to want to keep going with the lessons.”

“Wait what? Who commented? What did they say?”

“Oh you will have plenty of time for that after our lesson. Now you may remember I gave you homework yesterday, did you do it?” CAT asked. Seraphina hesitated and CAT jumped in. “Don’t worry I’ll check. Hmm. No there doesn’t appear to be any panoramic pictures on your phone and I just checked the minutes from last night’s PTA meeting and you didn’t oppose any agendas that were passed.” Seraphina turned red with trepidation as CAT tutted at her.

“If you don’t do the homework we’re going to have to do catch up work in class aren’t we? So how about we post another confidence booster on your Facebook, let everyone know how passionate you are about self esteem.” In front of Seraphina a bunch of photos appeared, they were every photo she had ever deleted from her phone, with a wave of her hand CAT removed any that didn’t feature Seraphina and what was left was a gallery of smut and porn she had deleted with the explicit purpose that nobody see them.

“So this time why don’t you choose which picture to post and write a caption?” Seraphina begged and pleaded with CAT not to make her do this but every time the program waved it away by assuring her she was beautiful and she should be proud of how good she looks. Eventually defeated she looked over her pictures to try and decide which one was least bad for her friends to see.

It quickly became apparent that the sunbathing picture CAT had posted earlier was the most tame available. There were plenty of her fully naked and even some of her performing sex acts for or on her husband. Cursing her husband’s love of photography she settled on one taken moments after the first sunbathing photo, of her hearing the camera click and getting up to chase her husband away. The way her legs were positioned meant you couldn’t see her pussy and could only see the side of her bottom, the trade off was that you could see a lot of her swinging breasts, with one nipple clearly visible. She touched it with her finger and a keyboard appeared in front of her to type in the message that would accompany it.

“This picture was taken moments after the first one, when I resolved to kill my pervert husband. #marriagegoals.”

Seraphina closed her eyes and pressed enter.

Sent.

“Very Bycasino deneme bonusu good. Now let’s start with the lesson shall we?” Another wave of light and once again Seraphina found herself standing naked outside her house. “Now that we have you comfortable with your immediate surroundings time to boost your interpersonal confidence.”

The light swirled in random spots near where Seraphina was standing, that resolved themselves into people walking down the street. Seraphina screamed with surprise and dived behind a nearby parked car.

“No that won’t do at all” CAT exclaimed as the car melted away in a wave of light. “I haven’t even turned on people reacting to you yet. Come on, stand up and walk with confidence.”

Tears began streaming down her face at Seraphina stood up and began walking down the road with her hands by her side. There was the sound of a large beep and suddenly all the holographic people noticed a naked woman walking down the street. Through all her embarrassment Seraphina actually felt her confidence rise when she heard them begin cheering for her and encouraging her on. They yelled about how great she looked and at their insistence she even summoned up the courage to give them a twirl.

“Alright so far so good, I love your confidence. Now it’s easy to be this confident in front of people you don’t know…” CAT begun, she didn’t need to finish her sentence as with a flash of light the anonymous people on the street were replaced with her Facebook friends. Seraphina let out a little squeal as her brother in law began cheering her on, but she was in a confident mood now and managed to keep walking, waving to her friends and family as they ogled her naked body and complimented her perfect ass and perky tits.

By the end of the lesson Seraphina couldn’t admit that she had begun to enjoy herself but CAT could see it on her face. CAT had gotten her to walk down to the school and then had recreated last night’s PTA meeting, forcing her to object to one of the motions, with the entire committee awestruck by her naked body while she railed against the planned field trip to a nearby castle. When she had finished she was then sent to the school auditorium to receive an award for “services to sexiness” while a crowd of children cheered for her.

She was almost a little sad when she ended up back in her lounge with CAT in front of her.

“Very good Seraphina, same time tomorrow?” Seraphina gave a quiet nod, at odds with how fast her heart was beating. “Good, in which case your homework for tonight is to get me those panoramic photos of your house. I also placed a next day order to your house yesterday, due to arrive today at one thirty, nothing special just some nice high heels. I want you to answer the door wearing only the bathing suit in the picture taken on the 26th April last year.”

As the game dissolved away Seraphina had a suspicion about what bathing suit she meant, she looked through her old photos and sure enough it was the one she feared. Her husband was very fond of a old vintage movie called Borat, and had bought the famous mankini to wear to a stag do. One night he asked to see what it looked like on her, and looking at the picture she realised it was scandalous, designed to disappear into her ass at the back and pulled tight against her pussy giving her a noticeable camel toe, the thong then split into two things straps that barely clung to her breasts revealing cleavage, side boob and underboob.

After taking a panoramic photo in every room in the house she dug the mankini out of the bottom of the cupboard and age had not treated the garment well, the fabric was frayed and she could hear the crack of tearing elastic as she pulled it on. She decided to jump in the pool just before the delivery was due to arrive, hoping to sell the illusion that this was normal swimwear. She had a little jump when she heard her doorbell, before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

The delivery driver barely said a word, he just stared at her body and handed over the box. Seraphina was actually enjoying the attention when she reached for the box and heard the sound of tearing fabric. One of the straps had torn on the costume, it slowly fell down exposing her right breast and allowing a tuft of her public hair to emerge out of the side of the thong. Before today she would have jumped and hidden but instead she stayed calm and even managed to chastise the delivery boy for staring at her wardrobe malfunction, the look on his face was second only to the bulge in his trousers in Seraphina’s recollection of the event afterwards.

That night, the moment Quentin had gone to bed, Seraphina practically tackled Tristan through a wall.

…

Through repetition with small difficulty adjustments Seraphina felt her confidence grow exponentially but she began to feel that CAT was a bit of a one trick pony, getting her to streak to different areas of town encountering different people she knew along the way and recreating events that had recently been in her diary with all the focus on her naked body. The panoramic pictures of her house were incorporated into the occasional session of her giving a naked tour of her house to perfect strangers, even giving mime recreations of her bedtime activities after she had lead the group to the bedroom.

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Four Snapshots of Mom

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My mother went off to England for a week to visit her sister. It’s been two day’s since she left and I can’t wait for her to return. It seems like forever when you’re as close as we are; close as lovers for who’ve lived together for seventeen years.

I’m going through a box of snapshots I’ve taken over the years. When I started university, I took a course in photography and my mother was my favorite subject from the beginning. Almost all of them are your usual mom in front of this and mom in front of that pictures but there are a few ‘others’.

I’m holding four of them and in a way they frame our relationship over the years. Of all the pictures I took of her in any state of undress, only two show her face. I always kept my promise about that.

The first picture is one I took during our first year together. Mom was getting undressed. She’s in white panties and bra and she’s stepping out of a black skirt. She’s smiling at me. I am sure of one thing; there is only one smile like that in the universe. It says “I love you; everything is going to be all right.”

Her eyes shine and the red lipstick makes her slightly open mouthed smile that much whiter. The auburn hair cascades to the middle of her back. You can see how full her breasts are but the unusually long nipples don’t show through the heavy lace as they do when she wears the black sheer bras that make me crazy. A bit of her sweet round ass shows out of the panty’s edge.

I took that shot about a month after our first time – which still amazes me because it evolved so naturally. There was no Sturm and Drang only a long conversation. We had lived alone together for five years after my father died. Basically what mom said was, “Honey, when you were younger I dismissed the way you looked at me as my imagination. Then when you became that sullen teenager that said five words in three years, I saw your eyes lingering on my body when you thought I wasn’t looking. After the night I heard you masturbating and you said my name, there was nothing left to imagine; but it started me examining my own feelings. It’s clear to me now what I want. I just have to know one thing baby, is this just a fantasy for you or do you want to sleep with your mother?”

I told her how long I had wanted her and she was in my arms. I was far from a great lover that first time but I made up for it with enthusiasm and the ability to get hard every time she looked at me. She made me feel as if I was good for her. What I remember most is how hot her body felt pressed up against mine, her nipples in my chest and the wet grasp of her channel around the cock that was so hard for her.

The next picture Bycasino is one I kept in my wallet for the last year at school. My studies and seminars kept me from home a lot and I couldn’t count the number of times I came looking at it. Mom is lying across the bed. I must have been on the floor taking the picture because it goes across the top of her body. Her head is tilted back so you can’t see her face. She’s wearing white stockings and shoes. Her feet are on the floor and her legs are open. Her bra is pulled down under her breasts, holding them high enough to see the full length of her erect nipples. My mother is opening herself for me and the slickness inside her pussy catches the light. This was the night we promised ourselves to each other.

We said that when I came home from school, we would never be apart again. We made her bedroom our bedroom and we kissed a vow that made us more than married. We took each other into our mouths and hearts that night and made ‘us’ out of her and me. I put myself deep down her throat that night and I was so turned on I tried to devour her cunt and clit at the same time. My mother’s juices filled my mouth and I strained to keep from filling her mouth with mine too soon. Her tongue slathered my cock as the milky fluid seeped in anticipation of an explosive release. My mother loved me with her mouth that night as she would do with all of herself in the years to come.

I’ve made love to my mother so many times since then but I don’t need a picture to remind me of how I came that night. I remember feeling her vibrate in a new way that seemed to run through all of her. It triggered her hands into an almost reflexive rubbing and pressing on my cock as I started shooting spurts of thick cum to the back of her throat. It was excruciating to feel her continued sucking as she swallowed jet after jet. My mother’s love juices inflamed me more as she climaxed and I thought it was impossible to come that much for that long.

That lovely memory makes the next picture that much harder to look at. It’s mom and her friends from work at the Christmas party seven years ago. Her arm is around someone I’ll just call ‘the woman’. You can see she’s pretty and her body stands out even though she’s standing next to mom. She’d been over our house a few times and she was full of life and friendly. We got to talking at the party and after a few drinks, the talk became intimate.

Of course I didn’t tell the woman this but a few nights before the party I attempted to have anal sex with my mother for the first time. She was willing to try it to please me. It was a disaster. She ended up crying from the Bycasino giriş pain and I stopped. Whether I didn’t lubricate her enough or gave her too much too fast I don’t know but I soothed her and told her it wasn’t important and that we never had to do it again. We did so many things so many ways, it really wasn’t important. But…

As I talked to the woman at the party, she told me about her recent divorce and her inability to find a compatible lover. I’m not dumb; I know where this kind of talk can lead but mangy dog that I was; I let it go on. She asked me if I could give her a ride home after I dropped my mother off since she lived in the next town and her car was…and all that.

The things she said to me on the way to her house had to have been fashioned by the Devil. No matter how many drinks she had I never expected this. She told me that she found me attractive and of all things somehow she worked these words into the conversation: “I like it in the ass.”

If this had been a slapstick movie, I would have banged myself over the ear three times to see if I really heard that. I’m not going to go into the details of the short encounter at her house but I’ll just say she had a beautiful ass and she did like what I did to it.

When I got home I felt like slime. I looked at my mother’s face and thought “I’ve thrown away gold for a moment of nothing.”

She knew it had taken me too long to get home but she didn’t say anything. I stumbled through how I had gotten into this political discussion with the woman and wasn’t she nice and all that.

We went to bed and I was just holding her when she said, “I’ll understand if you’re interested in someone else. You’re still young and I’m just fooling myself to think you’ll find me attractive as I get older.” If a heart makes noise when it breaks, I heard it.

I loved her so much, how could I be so stupid? I wasn’t stupid enough to confess. I knew it would be selfish and hurtful. I told her with a conviction she had to feel, “Mom I love you more now than I ever have and I want you more than I ever have.”

I fucked her into believing me; because it was true. I went deeper into her that night than I ever had. Not only deeper into the channel that responded with waves of spasms around my cock, but deeper into her being. I’ve never touched another woman sexually in the past seven years and I haven’t wanted to. I promised her that with every stroke of pleasure that she gave me.

The last snapshot is one I took last week. It’s the only one that shows her face and her bare breasts. Mom is sitting unashamed on the bed in blue nylons. Her legs are closed Bycasino deneme bonusu and her hands are squeezed between her thighs. We had gone out to a new French restaurant and she still had a string of large pearls around her neck and the pearl hoops I bought her when we were in Madrid. You can just see a hint of last summer’s tan that contrasts with the milky whiteness of the full globes behind the mocha circles of her nipples. She wears the few pounds she’s added in seventeen years well. Her small waist still shows off her breasts that are now beginning to yield to the years. I get hard thinking how that voluptuous body yielded to my hands and mouth and cock on that night.

Her lipstick is only slightly visible because she made me come to her and sucked me as I stood there preparing to take the picture. She was impish on that day and after I took the picture she made me sit on the chair she uses when she tries to hide the fine lines around her eyes. She doesn’t believe me when I tell her I love the lines. She doesn’t believe her long hair would be as beautiful even if she didn’t color it. She doesn’t believe I love the fuller flesh; but it’s all true.

She put on soft jazz and sat on me. She moved on my cock and I reached for her swaying tits. She slapped my face playfully and said, “Customers are not allowed to touch the performers.”

We both laughed as she placed my hands behind the chair. She rubbed her ass on my cock to the music and it stiffened as it had when she took me in her mouth. She ground on me back and forth and side to side until I felt myself leaking from the tip. My mother played my cock until I couldn’t help but reach and kiss her sweet tasting mouth. As s the song ended she said, ‘Ok.”

I said, “Ok what?”

“Ok screw me my foolish man.”

We both laughed as I got up with her legs wrapped around my waist. We dropped on the bed and I entered the pussy that still responded with juices to my thrusts as it had for years. I turned her over and she held the dowels of the headboard as I guided my cock back into the waiting wetness. I slid along the backs of her thighs as I held the globes of her meaty ass. My swollen cock reached for the end of her as I fucked into her. I put one hand between the bed and her tit and held it tightly as my thrusts followed her moans. I kissed her back and said, “You’re my pussy forever aren’t you mom?”

“Yes baby…your pussy…for you…for you…”

When she finished I kept moving in her juicy center and brought her back to the brink again. When I told her, “Mom I’m coming” she reached her hand to her clit and rubbed herself to orgasm as I filled her with my milky love.

Late into the night we held each other, touched each other and came for each other.

I look at this last picture and it’s still the smile I love best. The smile that says after seventeen years, “I love you; everything is going to be all right.”

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New Management Ch. 04: New Training

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Cook knocked on the door of Pastor Goode’s house, “Ah come in dear lady, Mr. Brown told me all about your pending visit and single predicament.”

It is a huge part of our Christian beliefs that a girl has regular lessons on behaviour and manners, to this end i will take over your education.”

“Please Pastor…”

“Sir, you will always address me in private as Sir. forget at your peril.

“Sorry Sir, i will be a quick learner. Sir, what does lessons in behaviour and manners actually mean?”

“It means child as soon as you cross the Lords threshold your body becomes the Churches property to do with as i feel is to your welfare and benefit.”

Cook thought about it a little, “Sir, does that mean more than being punished if i do wrong?”

“Like you would not believe my girl, so, stay, or go?”

“Stay please Sir.”

The pastor had a check list on a clip board;

“Name”

“Mary Wilson Sir.”

“Age”

“32 Sir.”

“Disciplined growing up?”

“Spanked and Belted Sir.”

“By whom?”

“Dad, Mum 2 brothers, older sister, uncles, aunts.”

“Who disciplines now?”

“No one Sir, oh, Mr. Brown if i have done wrong at work and twice by the Master Sir.”

“Married or Single”

“Single Sir”

“Sexual Experience.”

“Not much Sir, the odd fumble here, fingering there, and sucking Sir.”

“So you are a Virgin?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do not worry, we will break you in gently.”

“We Sir, who is we?”

“I have a team of Church elders who deal with such things along with errant boys and girls and single mums.”

“Wow, really Sir?”

“I will dismiss that last remark of you accusing me of telling lies.”

“Oh please Sir i apologise, i am so sorry, it was just a figure of speech.”

“Now strip to your waist, let me see what a 32 year old single virgin looks like up top and let me examine you.”

Mary removed her jumper and blouse and stood in her bra, he walked behind her and pinged the back strap hard.

“Ouchhhhh.”

“What was my instruction.”

“Strip to the waist Sir,” she took off her bra. “Sorry Sir, i am a bit shy.”

“You will lose the shyness tonight when you are passed around naked by myself and the church elders.”

“Yes Sir”

He examined her, “Your tits fall perfect, equal size and weight,” he juggled them and nipped her nipples, she squealed as they rose from her tits, “and perfect nipple reaction.”

“Lean right forward, let me see how they hang when you are still, now jiggle a little so i can see the swing when you are belted and caned.”

She did exactly as she had been told.

He made notes on his pad

“Chest size?”

“34DD Sir”

“They are impressive Mary, but unfortunately for you i am about to whip them?”

“Oh please don’t Sir, they are always very tender.”

He took a thin strap from his cassock belt.

“Lift your right breast, NOW.”

She had done wrong and knows she needed punishing, she pushed the aforementioned tit into the air and Pastor Goode whipped it 10 times nipple too on the belts exit from the tit.

Mary screamed then sobbed but without being told offered her left tit for punishment.

“Put it down Mary, the elders will even things up later.”

“Now strip naked.”

She followed his ordered at once, even shoes and socks.

“Nice flat unmarked tummy,” he added that to his notes.

His hand cupped her mound, “Too much hair, you will be shaved.”

Again he wrote it down.

You will join the elders and the rest of the young girls and single mums in the red room shortly, but as a favour to Mr. Brown i said i would spank you first to make your bottom more receptive to the belts etc. to come.”

“Thank you so much Sir, you are a kind man. May i go over your knee now?”

He sat on the chair and over she went.

She knew she had one hell of a few hours in front of her, sorry for the blaspheme Lord, she crossed herself as his big hard hand came down, SPANK.

************

My dear cherubs.

PaPa and i would love the pleasure of our two darling girls.

Friday at 9.00 would be delightful.

We will start with breakfast and then PaPa will entertain you.

He has whips, belts, tawses, canes, wooden spoons and the biggest hands, ever.

Love you

MaMa x x

“What do you thing Lee, should we accept?”

“Erm, Yes.”

“Were you done last night Lee?”

“Yes Abi.”

“How many times?”

“Once over the sofa arm, once in the shower and…”

“That’s enough, blimey.”

“Were you Ma-am?”

“You know damn well i wasn’t.”

“Would you like to spank me or me to see to you below Ma-am.”

Abi lifted her skirt and Lee ran to her room and returned with her hand behind her back and went straight under Abi’s skirt.

Abi laid back and opened her legs wide, Lee got to work, licking her pussy lips, top to bottom, bottom to top.

Her fingers opened her lips and she felt something the size of a cock inside her, then it vibrated.

Lee worked it in and out whilst nipping her hood and clit, then biting it.

It was soon all Onwin too much for Abi and she came so powerful she almost passed out.

Lee stopped and came out from under Abi’s skirt.

They heard MaMa coming down the corridor, Lee pushed her vibrator under the settee cushion.

She knocked and came in, with the junior cane.

“Bottoms up girls, i need to cane you, its either stripping you two or having my pussy closed with PaPa’s thin belt on Friday.

“Naked MaMa?”

“Yes please my dears.”

“MaMa, can we have a spanking first please.”

“Yes of course.”

Lee of course was first over and given a nice warm up.

She stood watching as Abi got the same.

They both chose a place on the table and got 10 steady stripes then 5 extra hard to make them scream.

MaMa rubbed them gently, then spanked them both again, a little harder this time.

“There, they should last till Friday, but i will check on Wednesday to make sure.”

The girls stayed over the table and MaMa kissed their bottoms.

“Looks like your pussy could do with a wash Abi, have you just just climaxed?”

“Sorry MaMa, yes, just before you came, will you cane me again?”

“Smiles, no room on your bottom, now go freshen up.”

************

The day after, Joe rang Lee to see if she could do lunch + she had something for her.

She checked with Abi who said Alan was coming over to their house for coffee so she would be fine.

She arrived at Joe’s and just before she walked in she heard a slapping.

“Helloooooooo.”

“Ah, come in Lee, i invited Bill and Linda for lunch too but as you can see Linda is being spanking.”

“Yes Sir i can, but why she whispered?”

“Because she had been rude to someone in a shop, and every action has a consequence.”

“Lower your knickers he will spank you next.”

“Yes Sir.”

She never questioned his instruction.

“Knickers off or naked Sir?”

“Bill?”

“Well Linda will be naked for the belt, so naked.”

Lee stripped naked, Joe cuddled her and perked her nipples as she waited her turn.

They had all seen each other naked at the party and he was the one with the cock as big as Toms.

She hoped her Sir would put him to her during the course of the after noon to suck and be f u c k e d , she spelt it out in her mind.

“Next,” Linda stood and stripped naked.

“Can you give Linda a seeing to please Joe?”

“Belt or cock Bill.”

“Either or both Joe,”

Joe removed his belt and put Linda over the island counter, he kicked her legs wide apart.

As Lee went over Bill’s knee she could see Linda’s magnificent pussy flaps hanging down, the flaps she was biting and sucking a short time before.

As her Sir belted her he bum cheeks nipped together and her flaps moved.

Lee was spanked and stood up, she put on a few tears so next time he may not spank as hard.

Bill dropped his pants and underpants an gave his cock a rub, “Lee will do that for you Bill.”

Lee moved to him and wanked him stiff with both hands.

he walked towards Linda, Lee still rubbing.

“Sot me in Lee.”

“Pardon Sir.”

“Put my cock in Linda’s slit, do you want another trip over my knee?”

“No Sir.”

Joe herd what was being said and turned his belt onto Lees bottom as she stood wanking Bill.

She screamed and pulled Bill’s cock to Linda’s lips and helped push it in.

“Over the counter Lee.”

She took the fucking position she knew Joe liked, tits off the counter so he could pull her back to his thrust.

They both had their girls cum a few times.

“Swap Joe?”

Linda held Lee’s hand tight, how lovely was that Lee thought.

Joe pulled out and pushed his cock into Linda.

His length hit her G spot bang on and she cum with a tremble, as she trembled Joe gripped her nipples and pumped her hard.

Bill did not want to split the diminutive Lee in half with his cock so eased in, bit by bit.

He was well lubricated from Linda and slid in without much trouble and as he was not as long as Joe she managed to hump him back to everyone of his thrusts.

She took his hands off her thigh and squeezed them on her tits, he nipped and pulled them hard.

Both were ready to cum and swapped back.

Bill smacked Linda’s bottom and she knelt down and cleaned him.

Lee did it automatically, as trained.

They all cleaned up and had lunch.

“I have a surprise for you Lee.”

“Oh thank you Sir.”

“You will be going home with Bill and Linda for a few days.”

“Oh.”

“They also have a surprise when you get there.”

Linda knew nothing about what was happening but Bill smiled.

************

Alan arrived for coffee and respectfully popped in to say hi to her parents first so it was 11.15, and not 11.00 he got to Abi.

“And where have you been, look at the time?”

“I beg your pardon young lady?”

“Sorry Sir, how have you….”

“Lesson time young lady,” he lifted hiS jumper and tapped his belt.

Abi screwed up her face, “Aww Sir i’m sorry, please don’t belt me, i have not even Onwin Giriş kissed you.”

He lent forward and kissed her, put his hands under her skirt and pulled down her knickers.

He sat down on a dining chair, lifted her skirt onto her back and spanked her, “And the cane marks Abi?”

“Please Sir,” spank, spank, spank,spank, MaMa was told by PaPa she is not firm enough with us, spank, spank, spank, spank, and if he does not see cane stripes when we have our maintenance she will be made uncomfortable,” below Sir, spank, spank, spank, spank. “Owwwwwww Sirrrrr, Owwwwwwww.”

“How?”

Silence, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, “Owwwwww, he will belt her pussy lips and clit Sir, so it hurts her to even pee Sir.”

He stopped, and she stood and stripped naked.

He stood and she unbuckled his belt, pulled it through his pant loops, bent it double, kissed it and placed it in his hands.

She folded her hands behind her as he liked and stuck the whole of her 32B tits out.

He put her back over his knee and belted her.

It was her first ever over the knee belting, and it hurtttttt.

He stopped and she slipped between his legs and removed his cock, “Thank you Sir, snifff, i feel it’s what i am lacking lately, snifffff, Love you so much.”

He pushed her head onto his cock before she could say more.

She did a good job too, her cheek muscles were getting stronger as she sucked him to a cum, but not before taking him down her throat for the first time, ok she gagged, but she did it.

“That was wonderful Abi, you did so well to throat me.”

“Thank you Sir, Lee taught me, we both practice with bananas.”

“Really, can i ask why?”

“So we will be complete and dutiful wife’s to serve you and Joe Sir.”

“Talking about complete and dutiful, when i leave this afternoon you will be taken to Linda and Bill’s home for a few days.”

“Yes Sir,”

“What, no questions.”

“No Sir, not one, Gods honour Sir.”

Alan let her stand and lowered her over his knee again.

She got a loving spanking and bottom rubbing, she moved her hand under her bobby and wanked HER cock hard again.

Sir stopped spanking and lifted her with her back to him and she rode his cock, facing away made her pussy tighter for him and stimulated her.

He pulled and squeezed her nipples and tits.

A knock and MaMa came in, “Oh sorry, let me turn my back.”

“That’s ok MaMa, we don’t mind, we have no secrets.”

“You are such a darling girl Abi, i will miss you so when you go.” She began to weep.

Abi got off Alan’s cock and he covered with her skirt.

She hugged MaMa.

“Excuse me MaMa.”

“Oh Alan, how kind and loving to call me that, yes love.”

“Abi and Lee will be away till Wednesday, could you let all know who need to know please?”

“No problems at all and in future i will knock and wait to be invited in.”

“No need MaMa, we have nothing to hide you have not seen before, Alan stood and she saw he was the size of Her cock.”

“She smiled, brave boy, very true.”

Abi went back and sucked Sir hard again and bent over, hands on knees whilst he has his satisfaction, she knelt cleaned him and went to shower.

************

Alan drove up the long drive of Bill and Linda’s home, a large red bricked double fronted country mansion set in 50 acres of grass land.

They had 5 inside staff, housekeeper, cook, 2 maid’s and a porter.

Outdoor, a gardener and odd job boy.

“How lovely Alan, wonder if you and i would ever aspire to this.”

As the car pulled up at the main door Lee ran out to meet them.

“Oh Abi i had no idea you were coming too, in fact i had no idea i was coming.” they both laughed.

Alan took her overnight case from the back seat and said Hi and Bye to Bill, Linda, Lee and big kiss for Abi, and he drove away.

Abi thought she heard clapping as they went in, they all went to the patio as it was such a warm sunny day.

The maid brought the tea and coffee, her eyes puffy.

“Was that you feeling the housekeeper’s belt earlier?”

“Yes Sir,”

“Show and tell.”

She stepped out of her dress and stood before them all naked, bend over, she showed her newly striped red bottom. “Please Sir, not sure.”

“Then find out and after dinner you can come to the main room, tell us all and we will decide on how i shall punish you.”

She cried as she acknowledged him.

I will not have you crying in front of our guest, let me give you something to cry about, pass me your sandal Linda.

WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, Owwwwwwww Sir and all so sorry.

“Anyone else want to spank her.”

Abi could not resist, she pulled up her skirt a little and patted her knee.

Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, She gave her a good spanking, “You are quite right Bill, such behaviour needs nipping in the bud.”

“Lee,”

“No i am happy she has been dealt with Sir.” She remembered the times it was her back at home and at Calder House over someones knee.

Dinner was served and cleared and the maid arrived.

Bill raised his eyes at her to speak.

“I asked Sir Onwin Güncel Giriş and she said every girl needs a regular spanking, and that was mine Sir,” all the girls nodded.

“10 with my belt on your nipples girl,” she gasped Would you like holding to avoid stepping back and getting 20?”

“Please Sir, Sir i don’t know what you mean.”

“Strip.”

She got naked.

“Fold your arms behind your back, head up, back arched and stick yout ample tits out.”

Ample they were too, Lee reckoned at least 34DD if not 36.

“I will hit your tit and nipple in turn as hard as i can, here is a tester,” Whoosh Crack, “Owwwwwwwwwww”

“Please can i be held Sir.”

“Linda, hold her, if she moves you get 50.”

“Yes Sir.”

She took all 10 well, Bill was not as harsh as he said he would be.

“You will get a bedtime spanking girl.”

She sighed, “But it can wait until tomorrow night.” He smiled at her and she left.

Now, Abi and Lee, are you both wondering why you are here?”

Lee put her hand up, “Me Sir because Joe sent me.”

They all smiled.

“Let me rephrase that, the reason you are both here for one or two nights is for us to open up your bottoms to make you accessible 24/7 to your husbands.”

Lee rubbed her pussy, “Do you want a pee Lee.”

“No Sir, just scared.”

Bill nodded.

“Right Abi and Lee, please go to your rooms and undress into your nightwear, no nickers. Then come back and we will go into the dining room.”

As they went upstairs Lee began to cry, Abi did not want to be lenient, she needed to be strong.

“Don’t tell me you want something to cry about?”

Sniff, “No Ma-am, but will you wait for me please?”

“Yes of course love.”

They arrived back in the lounge and Bill and Linda stood up and they all went back into the dinning room.

Two young men stood naked by the end of the table.

Lee gave each one a good looking at, one had the smallest willy she had ever seen, and she had 4 brothers and 3 boy cousins, the other the longest thinnest ever.

“Ladies, let me show you what i have on the table, butt plugs, butt plug’ with a tail attached, lubricating cream and a but stretchers.”

Linda walked to the 2 boys and wanked them stiff.

“Bend over the table girls.”

They did as they were told and Bill lubricated their bummy holes, pushing his finger in, “Do you want a spanking Lee?”

“No Sir,”

Then relax, tighten again and you will be spanked,

“Sorry Sir.”

He had no such problem with Abi, she was relaxed and loose when he fingered her bottom to lubricate.

He nodded to Linda, she grabbed the balls of small cock and stood him behind Abi.

Bill added lubrication to the boys cock and they gently eased him in with no dramas, Abi took him straight in, thrusts a little boy to my rhythm, the rhythm turned out to be spanks on his bottom.

Lee began to cry, Bill fingered her bottom as much as he could, the then grabbed the small cock boy by his balls and pulled him out, moved him to Lee and he and Linda gently pushed him in, Abi held Lee’s hand tight.

“Owowowowowowow.”Bill whispered to Linda and she took off her knickers, got on the table in front of Lee and lifter her head onto her pussy, she pushed it down and Lee ate.

The boy was in and pumping.

He went to collect long cock and held him against Abi’s rose as he lubricated the shaft.

He held the shaft and moved it forward, a slight wince from Abi and he pulled it back out, he gave the boy a swift stood up spanking, “not so rough boy, take it easy.”

They tried again and she took a good half as he thrust the boy backwards and forwards.

Then the small cock was put back in to Abi and he was allowed to fuck her, as hard as he could.

He eased long cock passed Lee’s rose, Linda bucked and cum for Lee to drink up as Bill pushed him further in.

“Lee, may i have a taste of Linda?” Lee lifted her head and Linda moved along.

Both boys were banging away till Bill pulled them out.

“Do you want these girls to wank you off lads?”

“Yes please sir?”

Bill put a plug in each bottom.

“Girls finish the boys off please, we will use them again in the morning.”

No sooner said than done, the small cock spurted to almost the other end of the table, Lee could not help but say well done, thin cock got now here near.

The boys left, “All 3 of you back over the table, legs wide for my cock, he fucked all three but shot his cock full into Linda.

All went up to bed, a good job almost complete.

“Abi?”

“Yes love.”

“Please may i sleep in your bed with you tonight.”

“Yes sweet girl you may but you will have a chore to do before we sleep and when i wake up.”

Lee slid below the sheets, she knew her true place.

Breakfast cleared and thin cock was back, same as before, naked bummy holes lubricated and long cocks shaft and he slid straight in to them both, no trouble.

“You may shower and pack, you will not be required to stay another night. I will drive you both home this morning, “Linda, strip, its a belting for you girl.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

Bill sent them off with some lubricant and a long thickish vibrator to use twice a day for a couple of weeks.

Abi and Lee heard the whoosh cracks as they were going to their rooms, Abi followed Lee in to her room.

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It started as an average Friday night with my girlfriend Sharon, and I relaxing in my dorm room. We sat on my bed pretending to play video games and making out. More accurately, Sharon played the video games while I, far too distracted by her slim figure to play myself, interrupted her with kisses.

At only 9pm my roommate Dave came back. As Dave took partying pretty seriously I was quite surprised by his early return on a Friday night. As soon as Dave sat down I was reminded of his reasons.

“Hey guys you know how I have the GRE tomorrow night.”

“Ohh yah,” I responded letting Sharon play her video game for the moment.

“Well I really need to get some sleep so I was hoping Sharon could sleep at her place tonight.”

For the past couple months Sharon had been routinely sleeping in my bed without the slightest complaint from Dave, in fact Dave was the heaviest sleeper I have ever meet, so his request came as something of a surprise. Before I could say anything Dave continued, “I know you guys are cool whenever I bring a girl back and usually I am cool with Sharon being here but tomorrow is real important for me.”

By now Sharon had quit her game and was paying full attention to the conversation. Obviously not relishing the long walk back to her dorm she spoke up. “We can be really quiet tonight.”

“Yah,” I seconded her, “its not like we’ve ever woken you up before.”

“I know,” responded Dave in an apologetic tone, “I feel real bad asking you this. But I know you two make noise in bed together and if I get woken up once I don’t know if I will be able to make it back to sleep.”

“We won’t wake you up at all tonight, we’ll be real quiet,” I said.

“Look,” Sharon said, “if we wake you up I will find somewhere else to sleep and it will be nice and quiet.”

“Hell,” Sharon continued well aware Dave was actually quiet a heavy sleeper, “If we actually manage to wake you up I’ll come sleep in your bed the rest of the night and put you to sleep myself.”

Dave paused for a second after that comment while his gaze drifted down Sharon’s body. “Sleep with me like you sleep with your boyfriend?” Dave asked.

“Sure,” responded Sharon never thinking this would happen, “but don’t get your hopes up. You know your just being paranoid again.”

True to form, despite his worries, Dave was asleep minutes after climbing into the top. With the lights off, and getting tired of video games, there wasn’t much to do so soon Sharon and Onwin I had decided to go to bed as well. I stripped down and got into my bunk while I watched Sharon change into her red nightie by the glow of my monitor. Turning off the monitor and throwing the room into blackness Sharon climbed into bed next to me.

Sharon snuggled up to me with a purr of contentment and I responded with a tender kiss on her neck as we made ready to go to sleep. Sleep itself was difficult to come by, Sharon’s shapely ass separated from my privates by only a thin layer of silk was far from the worlds best sleep aid. Soon the temptation of Sharon’s hem line, barely an inch from indecency was too much.

I slid my hand up from its resting place on Sharon’s thigh and under her nightie. Reaching forward my fingers parted the brief resistance and slid between Sharon’s thighs. I heard my girlfriends breath quicken as I gently played with her labia. Before long my fingers were wet with lubrication and, to the accompaniment of a muted gasp from Sharon, I slid one deep into her body.

My internal explorations lasted only a moment before Sharon turned around to face me. I could do nothing for a moment as I returned her enthusiastic kiss but as soon as my mouth was free my fingers sought their warm home once again. Sharon was not going to let the favor go unreturned and I felt her finger tips teasingly slide over my chest. My concentration began to lapse as her hand reached my abdomen and once her fingers wrapped around my hard penis all semblance of rational thought evaporated.

Sharon began moving her hand up and down the length of my penis filling my body with ecstatic sexual energy. I reached out with my free hand to grab a bed post. My knuckles grazed something hard and plastic and I felt Sharon dive forward trying to catch whatever I had jostled but a moment later I heard a crash as it hit the floor. Immediately the loud electronic clang of my roommate’s alarm filled the air and Sharon jumped up to turn it off.

Sharon yanked the alarm out of the wall but it was already too late. Even as the last clang faded into silence I heard my roommate above me turn and ask, “What’s going on? Is it morning already?” Embarrassed at waking him up on the day of his test, and not knowing how to apologize I paused for a moment to think of something to say. While I thought Sharon moved quickly to apologize.

“No, Dave,” apologized Sharon moving to stand next to his bed, “that was our Onwin Giriş fault, we’re really sorry.” Dave responded in a quiet tone of voice that I am unable to make out and soon he and Sharon are engaged in an intense, though whispered conversation. After a minute or two a troubled sounding Sharon come down to talk to me.

“Remember what I said when we promised Dave we wouldn’t wake him up?”

“No,” I responded quite confused at this point.

“Well, I told him that if we woke him up I would go *sleep* with him.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“Yes, I really did promise him and my promises are important to me.”

After a few more minutes of quiet argument I was told “Its only one night.” and my girlfriend climbed up into Dave’s bed leaving me alone in the darkness. With my girlfriend sleeping with my roommate right above me I could hardly go to sleep so I lay in the darkness listening to the sounds from above.

I heard the rustling of sheets, soon to be joined by a whispered conversation, as my girlfriend climbed into bed beside Dave. The whispers were broken by a nervous feminine laugh and then the unmistakable juicy smack of two lips meeting. Silence, for a moment, leaving me to imagine Dave’s tongue invading Sharon’s tender lips. The sound of kissing once again penetrated my consciousness this time accompanied by the gentle swish of flesh against silk.

The smooth sliding noise, so familiar from my own nocturnal explorations of Sharon’s nighty, was driving me mad. Every pause in the sound filled my mind with images of Dave’s hands grasping Sharon’s body. I imagined his palms filled with her breasts, his fingers gently squeezing pleasurably asserting their ownership of her body. I imagined his hands spread out over her ass. I imagined his arm pressed up against her stomach, scant inches from her privates.

Those sounds were soon joined by a rhythmic creaking of the bed. Lying alone in the darkness I could not help but interpret those sounds. Excited by his explorations Dave was probably thrusting himself against Sharon. With Dave only in a pair of boxers Sharon would undoubtedly be able to feel his hard dick. I could not help but wonder if she liked his penis pressed into her ass.

With these thoughts I found my penis stiffening again. I knew it was my girlfriend up above me doing it with another man. I knew I should be feeling disgusted and hurt but each sound and each train of thought somehow only turned me on Onwin Güncel Giriş further.

A familiar gasp from above reached my ears and I knew Dave’s fingers had found Sharon’s pussy. A body shifted and I knew Sharon was moving to give him better access. She not only liked this, I thought, but she was helping. With this thought I found my hand unconsciously sliding to my penis. More gasps from my girlfriend above me and my penis was wet with precum. Dave must be good with his fingers I thought. Then a deep throaty gasp from Sharon told me that Dave had slipped a finger up into her.

Dave’s arm motion was shaking the bed so I was aware every time his fingers slid in and out of Sharon’s pussy. Gasps from Sharon, no doubt muted in the hope I wouldn’t hear, floated down with each thrust testifying to Dave’s skill. I found myself imagining Sharon’s face full of sexual ecstasy from Dave’s manipulations and in response I found my hand taking over where Sharon’s had left off.

From the breathing I could hear things were getting pretty heavy above me. Apparently unable to wait any longer I heard the sound of Sharon’s nightie being hurriedly pulled off. My girlfriends body, until quite recently my private domain, was now fully displayed to Dave. The sounds of kissing and sucking combined with Sharon’s soft moans told me he was taking full advantage of it.

The snap of elastic told me that Dave too was now naked. I wondered briefly whether Sharon had taken it off herself but the realization that my girlfriend was about to be fucked dominated my thoughts. Excitement flooded through me. I should feel bad, I guiltily thought, but images of Dave’s penis penetrating Sharon pushed it all away. Above me bodies shifted and I found myself silently urging Dave to hurry up and fuck her.

A pause, then a moan from Sharon told me that he had entered her. It was only by force of will that I prevented an answering moan of my own. Soon the bed was rocking with the rhythm of their sex letting me reconstruct Dave’s thrusts in my mind. My hand sliding up and down my cock in perfect time with the sex going on above me.

As Dave’s thrusts, and strokes, speed up Sharon’s moans changed to yells. At first “Yes, Yes, Yes” but then as she got more into it “Fuck me, Fuck me Dave, Fuck me hard Dave.” Finally to a cry of “Oh God Dave” we all orgasmed.

—

In the morning, after chatting with Dave on his way out, I slipped into Dave’s bed next to my dozing girlfriend.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night,” I asked with a smile when Sharon’s eyes opened.

“Yah, sorry,” Sharon admitted guiltily.

“Well good,” I said brushing back a lock of her hair and smiling, “since I made another bet with Dave this morning.”

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