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Chapter 16: Snow Angels

Danger awoke to a bright beam of sunlight streaming through the window and straight into his tired eyes. His head was pounding slightly from the alcohol he had consumed the night before. He had been invited to a party at the cabin of friend of a friend and had gotten appropriately sloshed. He got dressed and made his way towards the bathroom. When he arrived he saw some other people throwing back the Tylenol and joined in. Everybody was getting freshened up and packing up to leave as a rather heavy snowstorm was expected that day and nobody wanted to be stranded in the middle of woods with th very little food and water that was left in the cabin. As the first few flakes started to fall, people went out the door as if they were on airplane at twenty-five thousand feet and one of the doors had come open. With ten minutes only a handful were left.

The two girls who had thrown the party, Willow and Chantal, were desperately trying to clean the place up a bit before they left, but they didn’t want to stay too long and risk being stranded. Danger offered to give them a hand so that they could finish earlier. Although he certainly wouldn’t mind getting snow bound with these two lovely creatures. Willow was twenty years old, about 5’6″ with short brown hair, brown eyes, and had a small, but firm chest under T-shirt. Chantal was also twenty, but taller about 6’0″ with longer brown hair, brown eyes and a darker complexion showing her Lebanese heritage. Her body was long and slender and had larger tits than Willow’s. Willow was scurrying around in a white T-shirt and soccer shorts, while Chantal was still wearing the oversized sweat shirt she had worn to bed. It hung half way down her thighs so Danger could only guess as to whether she was wearing anything underneath.

Each of them took a different part of the cabin to clean up, Danger had the kitchen and living room, Willow was going through the bedrooms, while Chantal was cursed with cleaning up the bathroom which had seen quite a bit of action. As they worked they didn’t notice that the blizzard had now started in full force. The visibility was so bad that one could only see the closet trees when looking out of a window and the cabin was set in a dense section of forest. Before they even finished they knew immediately they weren’t going anywhere for a while. The radio had told them that the highway leading back to town had been closed due to zero visibility. The dirt road leading out of the woods to the highway was definitely unpassable and the car was half buried in snow already.

However, their situation wasn’t as bad as they originally thought. They had enough food and water for three people for a few days, but it wouldn’t have taken many more people being stranded to make the food supplies insufficient. The firewood pile was completely buried yet so Danger brought in as much as he could. The wood was wet however so he stacked next to the fireplace which, fortunately, Willow had loaded up when she got out of bed that morning. So they food, water, and firewood for the stove. Their was also a small generator to provide electricity. Willow’s uncle who owned the cabin had made sure it was well equipped.

The three “cast-aways”, as Chantal had started calling them, passed a rather boring afternoon watching the snow fall. Later that evening, the temperature began to fall so Danger threw more wood on the fire to keep it blazing. Willow then suggested that they should huddle together in front of the fire under the heavy woolen blankets that covered each bed in the cabin. Danger certainly didn’t have any qualms about huddling under a blanket with these two gorgeous creatures.

As they gathered the blankets, Chantal was going to get a pair of sweat pants to put on to try to keep warm. Willow stopped her saying she had another plan to keep the three of them warm. Chantal could guess what it was since Willow hadn’t bothered putting on more clothes and by the way she kept flirting with Danger during the party last night.

Danger palandöken escort pulled the couch around to face the fire so that they could lean against it. He was in the middle with Willow on his left and Chantal on his right. there were three heavy blankets over them and the they could feel the heat from the blazing fire against their faces. All thoughts of being cold were quickly forgotten.

After they had been sitting in front of the fire for about half an hour, Willow started shifting her weight back and forth from one ass cheek to the other. She said that her tail bone and ass were getting numb, but she was actually sliding her soccer shorts and black cotton panties down her legs and off her feet. She shoved them under the couch behind so Danger wouldn’t feel them. She then pulled her naked thighs up to her body and spread them just enough for her to get a hand on her slit and begin rubbing herself to get ready to jump Danger. She ran her finger along her slit trying to get between her lips, but she wasn’t wet enough yet so she settled on her clit and begin rubbing it to build her excitement. The warmth from being under heavy blankets in front of a roaring fire helped and soon she was able to slide the tip of her finger between her wet lips and around the entrance to her pussy. She decided it was time to strike.

“I can’t stand just sitting around anymore,” Willow said as he found Danger’s left hand and placed between her legs so he could feel the wetness of her pussy. “Let’s do something fun,” she suggested as she rubbed his hand up and down her slit. Danger pulled the blankets off of her to reveal that she was naked from the waist down. Willow then got to her knees and undid Danger’s pants, then pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles. His cock was already semi-hard from being huddled up between the two girls. Willow straddled his legs and began stroking his cock until it grew to its full nine inch length. She then bent over and gave the large, purple head a few licks with her warm tongue between positioning herself over it and slowly lowering her body until the head of his cock was resting at the entrance to her cunt. Willow put her hands on Danger’s shoulders and forced herself down onto his cock. She could feel her pussy give way as he entered and the walls of her box stretch as he filled her. Once she had his cock was entirely inside her and her body became accustomed to the intrusion, she began lifting herself up and then falling back onto his cock. Soon she was bouncing up and down without a problem and moaning heavily.

Chantal then threw the blankets aside and got to her knees and grabbed the bottom of her sweat shirt and pulled it over head letting her tits land with a flop against her chest. She was left only in her green, lacy underwear as she moved behind Willow and pulled her T-shirt over her head and removed her white bra leaving her completely naked as she impaled herself repeatedly on Danger’s dick. Chantal then position herself between Willow and Danger and began pinching and rolling her friend’s nipples. Willow placed her hands on either side of Danger’s knees allowing Chantal to lean forward and suck on her nipples as well. Danger took this opportunity to begin rubbing Chantal between her legs. Eventually he managed to push her panties aside and insert a finger into her moist pussy and began pumping it in and out.

Willow quickly reached an orgasm that made her scream and gush all over Danger’s cock. She pulled herself up off his cock before he had a chance to unload his cum, so Chantal quickly got between his legs and took his still stiff prick into her mouth and began working on the head and shaft while licking up all of Willow’s sweet juice. As she she sucked Danger’s meat, Chantal felt someone pulling down her panties and when she looked back Willow was kneeling behind her with her dildo that she took almost everywhere. It was about eight inches long and was made of thick, black plastic. Chantal lifted her pamukkale escort knees off the floor one at a time allowing Willow to finish stripping her naked. Willow then placed the head of the dildo at the entrance of her friend’s pussy and slowly started pushing it in. Chantal gasped as the cool plastic pressed against her warm lips and sank into her even warmer box. Willow began pumping away with the fake cock quickly bringing Chantal to the brink of orgasm. Danger could feel her excitement growing as she sucked harder and harder on his cock and after a few twitches it exploded into her mouth with jets of hot cum.

Willow then pulled the dildo out of Chantal’s pussy and handed it to her as she took her friend’s place between Danger’s legs. She began stroking Danger’s cock and immediately it started growing back to its full length. Just as Willow was taking the long, nine-inch cock into her mouth, Chantal was inserting the long, eight-inch dildo in her friend’s box. Being rather short and small of stature, Willow could fell the thick cock stretch her insides as Chantal pushed it right to the hilt. Up at the front of her body, Willow was deep throating Danger and the tip of his cock hitting the back of her mouth was quickly bringing him to another orgasm. The pounding of the dildo in her box made Willow suck even harder on Danger’s cock and it started firing jets of hot cum into her mouth as her own orgasm gripped her naked body.

After Chantal removed the dildo from her body, Willow collapsed on the floor next to Danger to catch her breath. But any hopes she had of getting a rest were dashed as she left her legs open exposing her moist cunt to Chantal’s hungry eyes. Her tall friend was between her legs immediately munching away at her sex. Willow slid her back down the front of the couch pushing her crotch into Chantal’s face. Her tongue quickly found its way between Willow’s swollen lips and she began lapping away as she pressed her nose against her friend’s clit. Danger’s cock grew hard again as he watched Chantal hungrily devouring her friend’s sweet juices. He had already fucked Willow but not Chantal so he moved behind the taller girl and began rubbing her slit with his fingers. To his delight he found she was still wet enough for him to enter easily. He also felt her grind her crotch on his hand as he rubbed her. Her soft lips engulfed the head of his cock as soon as he pressed against them. Danger heard Chantal’s groan muffled by Willow’s cunt as he pushed the rest of his nine inches into her tight cunt. Her muffled groans became louder and longer as he began humping away at her back door.

Willow was grabbing the couch cushions behind her head as Chantal’s tongue drove her to the edge of another orgasm causing her body to produce a film of sweat over her naked skin. After having her friend’s sweet juice dumped in her face, Chantal braced herself for the onslaught of cum that was building within Danger’s cock.

“Oh, fuck!!! Hump my pussy,” Chantal cried out as Danger grabbed her hips and began slamming into her. She supported herself on her left hand and reached her right one back to rub her sensitive clit. “Fuck!!! I’m coming!!!” she screamed as her cunt clamped down on Danger’s cock and milked a load of hot cum out of his balls. She collapsed forward into Willow’s arms where she promptly curled up and dozed off to sleep. Willow; however, was not quite as content to take a break as her friend was. She sat back up on the couch resting her ass right at the very edge before laying on her back and holding her legs up in the air with her knees apart. Her cunt dripped slightly from her excitement and she began running a finger up and down her slit.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” she said coldly as Danger approached her with his cock already regaining stiffness. Willow reached down with both hands and spread her asshole open for him. Danger kneeled in close to her and rubbed his own hand up and down her pussy slit a few times causing her to pazarcık escort throw her hand back and moan and also her pussy juice to squirt some of her sweet juices out which he then used to lube his cock and her spread asshole. He squeezed the large head of his cock into her small hole and gradually pushed the first few inches of his prick into her cramped back door. Willow’s moans grew louder with each one and became yelps as Danger began sliding the first few inches of his cock in and out of her ass.

“Push it in all the way,” she pleaded between gasps. Danger gladly obliged as he slid a few more inches into her body and began humping. Willow’s moans and gasps had woken Chantal from her brief slumber and she had taken up a position straddling the arm of the couch and was rubbing her clit with one hand and her pussy mound with the other. A wet spot could be seen growing on the arm of the couch from under her sopped pussy. Her attention drifted away from the scene in front of her to the sensations caused by her fingers probing her most sensitive parts. Her clit and pussy felt as if they were getting warmer by the second. She rolled her clit between her fingers as she allowed a finger to slip between her lips and into her musky box. She felt the muscles of her cunt contract in orgasm and she left her finger pressing against her magic button in an attempt to make it last as long as possible. When her orgasm subsided, her attention was snapped back to Willow and Danger by her friend’s screams.

“Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Hump my ass with that fat cock!” Willow shouted as loud as she could. Danger had managed to finally get his entire nine inches crammed into the small brunette’s ass and he was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Along with Willow’s screams, there was an audible slap as his thighs smacked hard against her ass. “I’m cumming!” she cried out as Danger unloaded his hot spunk into her bowels. As he pulled his cock out of her abused ass, he quickly slipped it into her sopped pussy and started fucking her again. Within minutes she orgasming again and Danger had to wrap his arms around her thighs to be able to pull his dick out of her contracting cunt before he could slam it back in again. Chantal had joined them on the couch and was rubbing Willow’s clit while gently sucking on one of her rock hard nipples. This extra stimulation brought Willow to the edge and she let herself go drenching Danger’s cock with a flood of her sweet juices. When Danger pulled out of her this time, Chantal was on her knees quickly to clean Willow’s nectar from his cock. She licked him completely clean savoring every drop of her friend’s cum.

It was now early in the morning and the three of them huddled back under the heavy blankets after Danger had put more wood on the fire. After some more fondling, squeezing, and kissing the three of them drifted off to sleep. Although Danger did wake up during the night to find Chantal between his legs having a midnight snack.

When they woke up the next morning, they all piled into the shower together after hearing on the radio that the road leading to the cabin would probably be cleared soon. Danger lathered the girls up making sure to pay special attention to their tits and cunts. He then trapped Chantal against the wall of the shower and she put her feet up on the opposite side of the tub allowing Danger to slide his cock into her freshly cleaned snatch. Her soapy tits brushed against his chest as they bounced. Her nipples quickly grew hard as she moaned her way to orgasm.

“God you’re so big,” she moaned as she came with him shooting his load inside her. Once she had dismounted, Willow was there to clean off Danger’s still hard cock. After cleaning him, she went down on his rod and quickly withdrew another load of cum. She swallowed every drop and continued licking the head of his cock until she was satisfied that it was clean.

As they were drying each other off, they heard a snow plough going by and a knock came on the door. Danger quickly got dressed and answered it to find one of the plough drivers saying he was going to make a path out for them. Within half an hour they were on the road heading back to the city. While they were a little sad leaving the cabin where they had so much fun the night before, the joy of returning to civilization was much greater.

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This was written for my Little Slut.

She is a respectable married woman who has become my groupie, my worshiper.

I make her happy by making her my slut.

She makes me happy by being my slut.

Isn’t life simple?

I know that both she and my slut wife will be masturbating as they read this.

Perhaps you will be, too, eh?

;>;;

I don’t really know why, but the idea of seeing my wife having her brains fucked out by her black cock fucker really excites me.

The number of times I have wanked so hard thinking of that scene and cumming imagining her desperately rubbing off that black cock into her face so as to be able to taste and swallow his spunk…

Anyway.

This is the scene I imagine for us, Little Slut:

A motel room with two big beds. You and my slut wife and me (blindfolded) all naked as you two do things to me. She has beautiful big sensual tits. My cock and balls buried between those four wonders. Rubbing your tits and your slimey cunts all over me, never knowing what sensation I was going to feel next, what I would find to suck at pressing against my mouth.. a pussy, a mouth, tits, an asshole, a tongue…

And then there is a knock at the door. I remove kadirli escort my blindfold and Big Black Cock comes in.

My horny wife goes over and starts kissing him and un-zipping his flies as he roughly fondles her big tits and starts sucking at her nipples.

She soon has his cock out and is slurping at it as we watch. It makes you so fucking horny that you just swallow my cock whole, moaning around it as I push fingers in and out of your very slutty, juicy cunt.

He is soon naked and my wife is still between his legs and it sounds like she is cumming. I tell my little, married, fuck-groupie to go join her in the munching and the slurping and I can see in your lust filled eyes that you just can’t wait. So I watch as you get your taste of your first forbidden black dick and I see you are enjoying it.

After a few minutes I tell my fuck-slut to come back and to slide onto my rampant erection and to watch as the black cock pushes between my wife’s spread legs and to see how it pounds into her. Look how she cums, wrapping herself around him!

This has you grinding your pussy into me, rubbing your clit against the base of my cock. You are facing my feet and I can see your puckered arsehole. kapaklı escort I am fingering around your cunt and pressing that spot between your fuck hole and your shit hole. You have made my fingers so wet that it is easy to just push one right into your anus and fuck it. I feel you cumming for about a minute, your cunt spasming around my thick cock.

He has now turned my slut wife over and is pounding into her from behind and she is screaming. As he pulls out of her his spunk shoots over her ass and back.

“Go on, slut, lap it up.”

And you crawl over to lick the cream from off my wife and then suck every drop from out of his semi hard cock.

“Come back here, my cock sucking whore and finish me off.”

“Yes, my Fuck master, I want you to cum all over my face and in my mouth.”

You start rubbing at my hard cock like the depraved, married bitch on heat you are, squeezing my balls, sucking at the head, swallowing the cock then wanking it furiously, your open, drooling mouth just above it.

I can hear you muttering, “give it to me… yeah….Master I want your cum… please cum in my mouth… i want to taste and feel your delicious spunk…”

This is very good. karacabey escort But not good enough. “I want more filth!”

My black-used wife comes over and I raise my legs so that she can get oral access to my arsehole, sucking and tongue fucking it. You are now straddled over me, your cunt fucking my face as you still work on my straining cock. I can take quite a while to cum, sometimes.

BBC is now standing over us, wanking his re-hardened cock as he watches me and my cum-slut, sex-crazed whores minister to me.

As I feel a huge orgasm galloping for release I start panting in short hard breaths and you see the head becoming a deeper purple as it swells and then a huge spurt of spunk flies into your open mouth which you slip over the end of my cock as it keeps on pumping and pumping. “suck it, slut…fucking little whore… and my white slut wife..tongue my arsehole…”

And then I feel a sudden splatter of warmth as the black cock ejaculates all over us… in your hair, on my belly, on my wife’s face…

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

Well, my Little Slut, I know you are now soaking wet and are probably dripping onto the seat. Where are you going to go to relieve your slutty little married pussy? If I were there I’d do it right now with this big hard thing I have between my legs.

Of course you are going to be thinking of this all day and have to go off whenever you can to have a quick hard cum as you finger fuck yourself, imagining your Fuck Master using you.

Fucks, sucks and Big O’s Dr S Crow

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I sincerely hope you read and enjoy my entry in the Summer Lovin’ Contest of 2011. With each story I write, I look forward to your comments and reactions to my erotic stories. Your comments help me understand what is expected and desired by readers of Literotica. All of the characters in this story are over the age of eighteen.

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The summer of 2011 would be long remembered by the Williams family of New York City. Sam, Nancy, Marcy and Mark would enjoy a lifetime of fantasies in just one summer. This is their story, as told by each member of the family.

Sam:

We are just an average family of four, a happily married forty-something couple with twins, a boy and a girl.

My wife, Nancy and I, planned this summer vacation as a high school graduation gift to our children, Marcy and Mark, who turned eighteen last month. We decided to rent a house in Cancun, Mexico, for the summer.

Nancy and I were high school sweethearts and married shortly after we graduated. I’m a successful stock trader, and Nancy is a high school physical education teacher. We’re both in good physical condition, and have made exercise a way of life for our entire family. We often take family bike rides and hikes as well as being involved with sporting activities year round.

We’re so fortunate to have two great kids Mark is a fine, well-mannered young man, Marcy is a lot like her mother, a spitting image of her twenty years ago.

A week after the twins’ graduation, we left for Cancun. We have taken few vacations over the past twenty years, both busy with our careers. We chose summer to go as the kids had the entire summer free before starting college.

Stepping off the airplane, we were breathless as the hot, humid air consumed us. The terminal building in Cancun wasn’t air conditioned so the process of going through customs and collecting baggage was excruciating. We were lucky it was a slow time at the airport and not many passengers were being processed. Going through customs still took a little time and then we were on our way to our summer home, after renting a car.

The airport was about twenty miles from the beach house, but I had thought ahead to bring my GPS from home. We couldn’t wait to get to the house and begin our vacation. Marcy and Mark stared in awe as we passed through the hotel district with the massive hotels and long, sandy beaches lining the route. Our vacation home was just a kilometer outside of town, right on the beach.

We all piled out of the car, not wanting to take the time to even remove the luggage from the trunk as we raced for the front door, eager to see what was awaiting us. The house wasn’t fancy but had everything we needed.

The living room was very open with sliding doors facing the beach.. The home had a small, fully-stocked kitchen, two full bathrooms and three bedrooms. It wasn’t large but none of us intended on spending a whole lot of time indoors anyway.

Mark and Marcy zipped outside, checking out the beach while Nancy and I finished touring the house.

“Hey kids, go get the luggage from the car before you do anything else,” Nancy shouted from the doorway.

The twins ran back, retrieved the bags from the car, and brought them all into the house, each taking their own bags and claiming their rooms. Neither took time to unpack, they just grabbed the first bathing suits they could find. Mark threw on a pair of board shorts, Marcy put on her skimpy little white bikini.

“Young lady, you’re not wearing that in public,” I couldn’t help saying.

“Leave her alone Sam, she’s eighteen and we’re on vacation,” Nancy said as Marcy ignored me anyway.

“Wait until you see some of the bikinis I brought,” Nancy said.

“You’re going to wear bikinis? You never wear a bikini.”

“Why not? I work hard for this body and I’m going to show it off too!”

“I can’t wait to see you in them.”

“Let’s get unpacked.”

Nancy and I unpacked, putting our clothes away before changing into our bathing suits, ready to explore the beach. Nancy stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a tiny red bikini, smaller than Marcy’s. She turned around to reveal the g-string to me.

“Damn, are you going to really wear that?”

“Absolutely! Does it look bad?”

“Hell no, you look fantastic! You’ve just never shown your ass in public before.”

” Then enjoy the view.” She shook her ass flirtatiously.

Nancy took my hand, and led me toward the beach, searching for two available chairs close to the water. Every eye on the beach focused on Nancy. She was sexy, beautiful and confidant as she strutted down the beach, her tits almost bouncing free from the tiny strips of material covering them, her hips swaying with each step, accentuating her gorgeous, tight ass. I was having a difficult time controlling the growing erection I was getting watching my sexy wife. She had never dressed like this in public, at least not since we had married twenty two years ago.

The twins were in the water, making new friends and sapanca escort surfing in the waves. Marcy had attracted attention from a group of college boys. Mark was showing off, no doubt trying to attract attention from the girls with his surfing ability.

“Aren’t you worried about the kids seeing you wearing that? We’ll have to keep a close eye on Marcy, I don’t like the looks she’s getting from those guys.”

“No, they’re adults. After the initial shock of seeing my ass, they’ll get over it. Your daughter will be fine, she’s a big girl and can take care of herself.”

We placed towels on chairs, claiming our spots as Nancy skipped into the water. I followed at a slower pace. Nancy’s entry into the water drew the attention of the twins, who ditched their new friends and ran over.

“Mom, you’re embarrassing us,” Mark said, looking around to see if anyone else was staring.

“Don’t talk that way to your mother” I shot him a warning look.

“You worry about you, I’m a big girl,” Nancy said. “I’m on vacation and will do what I please so get away, go have your own fun.” Nancy ignored the kids, wading deeper into the warm water.

“Mom, can I borrow one of your bikinis?” asked Marcy. She and her mom had almost identical bodies, they often borrowed clothes from each other.

“Sure, they’re in the top drawer of the dresser in our bedroom.”

Marcy skipped away briskly, toward the house. She emerged a few minutes later wearing one of her Mom’s, pissing me off as she ran past, entering the water with a huge grin on her face. Every kid on the beach was staring at her as her firm tits bounced and her tight ass flexed as she ran. She was also wearing a g-string, her ass now totally exposed.

“Look what you’ve created.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“I give up.”

“Good,” Nancy said as her hand grazed against my cock. “I thought I asked you to loosen up.”

“Hey, the kids will see.”

“Nobody’s watching.”

That was just the beginning of the first day, frolicking and flirting with each other on the beach. Every chance Nancy had, she’d slide her hand into my shorts or flash a tit. I had never seen her act like this and was just hoping the kids wouldn’t catch us in the act.

Marcy moved down the beach and settled in with a group of college-age boys, some distance from us. Mark had moved the other way with a girl he’d met.

It was getting late, and the sun was setting. Nancy and I went back to the beach house to have a drink and relax on the deck.

Mark:

Julie and I flirted all day, exchanging touches and hugs as we played in the water with the other kids. Julie was eighteen, a typical beach babe, blond, blue eyed, big tits and pretty. She wore a tiny yellow bikini and shook her tits to get my attention. She had her sights set on me, as I did her. We were immediately attracted to each other, separating from the rest of the group.

Julie and I searched for a secluded spot at the far end of the beach, looking for privacy. Our all-day flirting had come to a head. It was getting late and I was horny as hell. As we stood kissing in the dark, my hands fondled Julie’s naked ass, as our tongues met in a passionate kiss. Her tiny, delicate fingers slid under the waistband of my shorts, finding my growing erection.

“I really like you.” I was out of breath, anticipating how far she was willing to take this on the beach.

“I like you too but I can’t have sex with you, not now,” Julie said.

As the words escaped her, she dropped to her knees, tugging my shorts down to my ankles, exposing my throbbing eight inch cock, twitching with each heartbeat. I stepped out of them as she wrapped her hands around my swollen cock, staring at it, sizing me up.

“Oh God, you have such a nice cock!” Her eyes scanned the length of my shaft, examining every inch.

Her fingers explored the length of my shaft. Her head moved toward my cock, I felt her hot breath. I shivered in anticipation, my cock twitched and throbbed. Her curled tongue touched the tip, tasting my salty discharge- a string of pre-cum glistened in the moonlight, trailing from the tip to her tongue. Her tongue traced the sensitive underside, circling the head, driving me mad with lust.

“I want your cum,” she said, her words muffled as her mouth surrounded the head of my shaft.

She started sucking my cock, sliding up and down, slurping and gagging every so often as she forced my manhood deeper into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. One hand cupped my balls, the other stroked me as she rose and fell, her lips wrapped around my throbbing, swollen cock.

I guided her movements, my fingers tangled in her hair, pushing her head downward as she slurped, sucked and stroked me. I was losing control, unable to fight off the impending eruption. My cock swelled, jerked and twitched as I exploded , surprising and gagging Julie. She swallowed, then gagged, unable to keep up with the volume, cum oozed from the corners of her mouth. sarıçam escort Each forceful blast gagged her as the hot, salty semen hit the back of her throat.

Cum glistened in the moonlight as it coated Julie’s face, neck and chest. She did her best to consume as much as she could but I came so much, she just couldn’t keep up, still gagging and gargling on gooey semen as load after load shot into her mouth. I grunted quietly, trying not to alert anyone else on the beach of our actions. Cum oozed into her mouth as my orgasm subsided, she hungrily consumed it, smearing what had escaped her mouth with her hand as she purred in content.

As I softened, she released my cock from her mouth, looking into my eyes as she licked her lips, her hands smearing cum over her neck and chest.

“Mmm, that was so good. Maybe tomorrow it’ll be my turn, I never fuck on the first date.”

I could hardly reply as my knees buckled. “Fuck yes.”

Julie stood and we kissed, my salty taste on her lips. We made plans to meet the next morning and spend the day together on the beach, expecting the next night to be even hotter.

Mom and Dad were already sleeping, exhausted from the first day of vacation. I entered the house quietly, moments later, making my way to my room, noticing Marcy was still out, her bed still made. I never gave it a second thought, went to bed, tired and satisfied.

Marcy:

I never had a steady boyfriend in high school, was always busy with activities and sports. I did get some attention from the boys but just never had time to pursue a relationship.

I made a lot of friends that first day and was off drinking with two guys I’d met on the beach. I couldn’t remember their names, I was pretty loaded. I had just about reached my limit and was ready to go home for the night. The two guys I was dancing and partying with had other plans.

“Come back to our hotel with us,” one of the guys said.

“I don’t know, it’s getting late.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not that late. We’ll get a taxi,” said the other guy.

I didn’t say anything, just followed them out of the club and got into a taxi. We all slid into the back seat as one of the guys gave the address of their hotel to the driver, speaking perfect Spanish. It was a short ride to the hotel, but those boys didn’t waste any time getting to know me. They were touching, kissing and fondling me as soon as the cab started moving, each of them playing with my tits.

The second we got out of the cab, they shuffled me to their room, scurrying down hallways. Upon closing the door, the men were all over me, one kissing me, the other behind me, cupping my tits. Within a few minutes I was standing naked between them, their erections rubbing and grinding against me. Everything happened so fast that I had no time to react or reject their advances.

“Hey guys, go easy. I haven’t been with many guys, and never two at once. I hope you have condoms.” My mind raced, worrying about my safety. I was excited, horny, and flattered that these two hunks wanted to share me.

One of the guys had a very large cock, it must have been nine fat inches long, or more. The other man was average in size, rock hard and twitching in anticipation. These boys were like jackals attacking their prey, panting, ravaging me.

If I hadn’t been so drunk, I never would have even considered doing something like this. I’m sure I would never had gotten into the taxi with them sober. This was way beyond my comfort level, but I was aroused, uninhibited.

The guy with the smaller cock sat on the floor, his face buried in my pussy, the other man kissed me passionately, his huge cock bobbing against my stomach. I was amazed and intrigued by the size of his cock. I wrapped my hands around the thick shaft, stroking it, feeling the veins protruding as it throbbed. It was so thick it took both hands to manipulate it. I hardly noticed the man’s tongue darting in and out of my pussy, I had total focus on that big stick my hands were wrapped around.

I was losing focus on the big cock, becoming more aroused by the man between my legs.

“Fuck me with that big cock,” I moaned. “Please be careful though.”

The man sitting stood up, my guy with the monster cock carried me in his arms to the bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed, intending to sink his cock into me as he tore open a condom. I had other thoughts, dropping to my knees, stretching my lips around his fat cock, reaching with my free hand to stroke the other man’s eager erection. My lips had to stretch around the head of his cock. It was larger than any I’d seen before.

. As I struggled to suck it, I couldn’t wait to feel this monster squeeze into my pussy. I tried to satisfy the guy but just couldn’t do it justice, it was too damn big for my small mouth.

I gave up, releasing both cocks, sliding up onto the bed, motioning for the men to join me, curling my index fingers. I was ready, slipping the condom over his big cock. The other seferihisar escort guy stood next to the bed, I turned my head, engulfing the smaller cock, my nose buried in his pubic hair. Big boy was sliding up between her legs, stopping to suck each nipple, inserting his fingers into my already moist pussy. I gasped , almost unable to breathe in anticipation of his huge cock.

He stopped sucking my tits, sliding up onto me, I felt the huge head of his cock rest against my labia, parting the moist folds of my cunt, I twitched in anticipation, the head already filling me.

He arched upward, guiding his massive meat into me with his hand, easing in as I shuddered in an immediate orgasm. My pussy was stretched to the point of hurting. He had only the head of his cock in me when I came the first time, I guess it’s natures way of lubricating for the big one. I yelped as he slid it in, about halfway, then started working it slowly in and out a little further each attempt. His cock was larger than anything I’d ever had, stretching my pussy, hurting me, but in a good way.

I couldn’t breathe, unable to suck the other cock, but stroked him vigorously, squeezing his cock hard as my pussy consumed the huge cock. I felt like I was holding on for dear life!

I was full of cock, unable to take it all, he was touching and pushing against my inner walls, almost lifting me off the bed. It was painful having him try to force himself all the way into me, I just couldn’t take it.

“Easy, That’s all I can take. You’re going to kill me with that fucking thing!” He complied and started moving in easy thrusts.

His pace quickened as his mast slid in and out, filling me completely, my pussy stretched around it. I kept stroking the other cock at a feverish pace, sensing the other man was about to cum, his cock swelling and twitching. I turned, reaching to stuff his cock into my mouth just before he exploded.

His cock swelled, erupted and gagged me. His hot sticky semen flowed from my mouth as I plunged onto his cock, milking him with my hand, slamming up and down. His cock shot another load as he grunted, almost a growl, pulling me into him by the hair, not allowing me to back off, my nose pressing into his pubic hair. I gagged, choked and kept milking him as he exploded, more cum then I expected . He just kept shooting load after load, forcing himself deeper, slamming into the back of my throat. I gargled, trying to catch a breath between eruptions.

The other man’s pace quickened, his balls slapped my ass, and he tensed. The veins in his neck tightened as he roared and erupted, filling the condom. His cock swelled to the point I thought I’d tear, but he continued to expand and punish my pussy, pounding in and out as he erupted. I felt each spurt of semen as it swelled his shaft, dumping into the condom.

I screamed in orgasm again, my thrusts in time with his. His cock throbbed each time he released, expanding the condom like a balloon with each spurt. When he finished cumming his cock softened, still filling my my pussy.

I had cum all over my face, neck and hair from one man, my pussy raw from the other. As he withdrew, I gasped, my pussy now a gaping hole, his condom peeled off as he withdrew, leaking his hot gooey semen onto my thighs.

Both men stepped away, thanking me as I lay exhausted on the bed.

“I hope we’ll see you again,” one man said as we dressed.

“We’ll see. Call me a taxi, please.”

I returned to the beach house, sneaking in, as everyone was sleeping. I climbed into bed wondering if everyone else had a day as wild as mine. I was sore from the pounding the boys gave me but quickly fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Sam:

It took a few weeks for things to get spicy for Nancy and me. Nancy’s bikinis were attracting attention from every red-blooded male in sight, I was getting a little attention myself, so Nancy said.. We had never explored sexual fantasies outside of our marriage but this summer would prove interesting.

One day I couldn’t take it anymore. Nancy had teased me all day and had even removed her top.

“Let’s go fuck!” My balls were aching.

“Already? It’s early.”

“Hey, I’m horny now. We can fuck later too.”

Nancy stood, topless, and jogged back to the beach house. It looked like the scene from the movie 10. Her tits bounced up and down, drawing the attention of everyone on the beach, including the kids.

Mark:

I approached Marcy. “What the fuck was that?”

“Wanna go see?” Marcy asked, wide-eyed and curious.

“That would be weird. Can I bring Julie?”

“Sure, but be quiet, we don’t want them to know we’re there.”

I hurried back to Julie and gave her the details. Marcy, Julie and I slowly walked toward the beach house, giving our parents time to settle in, knowing an interesting scenario probably awaited us.

“I had no idea Mom had such a hot body,” I said.

“You fucking pervert,” Marcy said.

“I think they’re hot.” Julie raised her eyebrows. After all, they weren’t her parents.

The master bedroom was in the back of the house, but we weren’t sure what was going on so we approached the house quietly, sneaking into the living room. We entered the house, noticing Dad’s bathing suit on the floor. Sounds were coming from the back bedroom.

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Vera and Malena met for brunch on a sunny, winter Sunday in December. Fresh snow from the previous evening lined the sidewalks where hung-over neighborhood residents bustled about in their winter coats and sunglasses, forming lines at all of the most popular restaurants.

“Look at that one,” Malena commented as she watched a young 20-something girl with a very short skirt and sexy knee-high socks walk by. “She must be freezing! And just to make a few penises hard,” she concluded with a comically disapproving head nod.

“Malena, stop,” Vera whispered with a smile, worried that people could hear her loud and outwardly judgmental friend. Malena was in rare form on this particular morning, hissing at all of the sexy younger ladies in the restaurant. She was a striking, busty Latina in her mid-30s and demanded all of the male attention within a two-block radius. Vera, her married friend, was a classy and beautiful redhead of the same age. As a pair, they drew a lot of attention.

“You’re right, I can’t help it. You know I am a catty bitch,” Malena confessed. “I’m sorry, I interrupted you. What were you asking?”

“I was talking about my husband, Ted. His 40th birthday is next Friday,” Vera explained.

“Oh right. That’s a bummer, just a few days before Christmas,” Malena replied.

“Yeah, it is, but he doesn’t really mind. He’s never been one for big parties. Christmas is always his excuse not to make a big deal out of his birthday. I just think the age has got him down — this is one of the big ones.”

“No doubt. We still have four glorious years before 40, Vera. Let’s expend them like fucking rock stars,” Malena announced.

“Yes, for sure, but for Ted, what do you get a guy that,”—Vera covered her mouth and whispered—”already had a two-girl blowjob AND a three-girl blowjob?” Malena and Vera giggled.

“Duh, a quadruple blowjob!” Malena blurted out loudly, causing the older couple on her right to look over in shock. Vera looked down in embarrassment and shook her head at her friend, who had an unapologetic smile on her face.

“Well, that is an interesting idea,” Vera replied, “simple and obvious.”

“Vera, there is nothing simple about a quadruple blowjob. Four crazy bitches crawling over each other, slobbing, and licking. It’s pure chaos. Believe me, I know,” Malena explained in a very serious tone, causing Vera to laugh uncontrollably.

“You know,” Malena continued, “this sounds like a job for my friend Katrin.”

“Who’s Katrin?”

“She teaches blowjob classes, I used to work with her.”

“Wow, you pharmaceutical reps really live up to the reputation, huh?”

“If you mean that we are a bunch of smoking-hot, cock-hungry sluts, then yes, guilty as charged,” Malena replied with a very serious look on her face.

“So how exactly does Katrin fit in?”

“Well, she will charge extra, but we can totally do a private bj class with a real cock. Ted’s cock,” Malena explained. “You’ll love Katrin, she totally looks like a Swede—tall, blonde, and super nice.”

Vera was quite intrigued by this proposal. The vision of a group of sexy ladies all sucking on her husband’s cock in a formal setting was starting to make her very wet.

“Well, Malena, if you are willing to check with Katrin to see if this is really possible, I’ll be happy to pay everyone’s fee. I figure we can rustle up a few ladies for a free blowjob class, don’t you?” Vera asked.

“Yes you can definitely rustle up a few ladies—consider me the first!” Malena proclaimed with a smile.

“Thank you so much. That is what I was hoping,” Vera said with a kind smile to her friend. She admired Malena’s beautifully curvy, brown hair and striking eyes from across the table. The Christmas Birthday Blowjob Extravaganza, as it would later be dubbed, could not arrive fast enough.

****

The following week, Vera and Malena managed to organize the details of the CBBE. Vera decided that Ted should be somewhat prepared so that everything would go smoothly.

“Ted,” Vera said, surprising him from behind as he lay on the couch reading, and causing him to jump. “I would like to discuss your 40th birthday coming up this Friday.”

“Okay,” he replied. “What is there to discuss? I thought we were staying in?”

“Well, for the next two days I am asking you not to masturbate,” she instructed with a stern tone.

Ted laughed in surprise at the request. “Really?”

“Really. And no questions!” Vera commanded as he began forming his next question.

“Okay,” Ted replied. He knew that she was up to something, but did as his wife instructed, and kept his mouth shut.

Vera then proceeded to unplug the wireless modem, “No internet porn for you, buster,” she said with raised eyebrows.

“Vera, why bother? My phone has…ah, never mind,” he replied.

“I’ll take your phone too. You can have it back each morning when you go to work,” she explained.

“Oh come on!” he replied with a smile, finding the whole situation very frustrating karaköprü escort yet amusing. “Ok, whatever you want, honey,” he conceded.

Vera smiled back as she collected the phone, “Don’t worry, I will make this worth your while.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he replied sincerely. “I’ll just keep reading this volume about men in powdered wigs and tights. That should keep me at bay.”

“Good plan,” she confirmed.

That night, Vera ached with sexual frustration as she lay in bed next to her husband. Her kinky surprise would soon be unleashed and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Alas, she had to follow the plan and keep her husband fully-loaded. The next few mornings, while he showered and shaved for work, she masturbated intensely under the bed sheets.

****

Friday morning had finally arrived and it was a beautiful winter day. Soft flakes of snow fell intermittently amidst the cold air and warm glow of the sun. Ted headed out to work and an hour later, Malena arrived at Ted and Vera’s place. Vera had taken the day off from running her wine boutique and left it in the capable hands of her employees.

“What do you think?” Vera asked Malena as she answered the door in a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit complete with red thigh-high stockings.

“Wow! I didn’t’t know we were doing a Christmas theme. That is a hot Mrs. Claus. With that red hair, you were born for it!” Malena complimented as she stroked one of Vera’s shoulder length red curls.

“I don’t know. This is totally ridiculous to go out in. Maybe I’ll save it for Christmas at home,” Vera said with a wink. “Come in! Let’s try on some clothes for tonight,” she suggested.

“That’s why I’m here,” Malena replied with a smile, setting down a large bag.

Vera proceeded to brew some fresh coffee for them to enjoy while they tried on sexy lingerie and outfits in the bedroom. They spent the following hour in and out of various bras, garter belts, stockings, tights, skirts, blouses, and sweaters. Vera had never fully engaged with another woman without her husband present, but Malena’s natural 36DD breasts, silky, tan skin, and bubbly ass were very tempting. They playfully touched and admired each other’s breasts and grabbed each other’s ass from time to time, but resisted the temptation to go any further. The day was off to a great start.

****

“Are you enjoying the juice?” Vera asked her husband, who was sitting next to her in the passenger-side seat of the car.

“Yes, definitely. Ginger, orange, pineapple, and is that celery?”

“Yeah, sorry, it is all over the place. I just wanted to load it up with good stuff,” she explained. “Oooo, we are almost here!”

“Can I ask where you are taking me?” Ted queried.

“No,” Vera replied as she pulled into a spot outside a nice looking apartment building that neither of them had ever seen before. Vera double-checked the apartment number on her phone and escorted her husband to the gate.

In the elevator, on their way to the 11th floor, Vera checked out her husband’s appearance. His leather jacket, which he stubbornly wore instead of a winter coat on even the coldest days, was unzipped to reveal a navy blue v-neck sweater over a soft, green t-shirt. She could see that his crotch was bulging slightly under his brown chinos; her husband was no fool and knew that something sexy was in store. He kindly kept a naïve demeanor and let his wife have fun with the surprise.

The apartment door opened to reveal four beautiful women yelling “Surprise!” and blowing on party horns.

“What is this?” Ted asked his wife with a big smile.

A tall, slim blonde with black-framed glasses replied, “Happy birthday, Ted! Welcome to your surprise Christmas Birthday Blowjob Extravaganza! I am Katrin, the blowjob instructor for the evening. Nice to meet you!” she proclaimed with a handshake. “You must be his beautiful and generous wife Vera! It is very nice to finally meet you in person.”

“Thank you, Katrin! I can’t wait to start!” Vera exclaimed looking over Katrin and her sexy friends in the room: Malena, Liz, and Olivia who all donned short skirts and silky, shear stockings.

“I think I need to sit down,” Ted proclaimed to the loud laughter of the ladies in the room. “This is too much.”

“Ted, we are the ghosts of blowjobs past!” Liz said in a haunting voice, referring to another occasion last summer with herself, Vera, and Malena. “There is no escape.”

Vera laughed and hugged her skinny hipster friend, who never failed to entertain. Liz was in all black, which matched her dyed-black hair and contrasted with her pale skin. She was also thrilled to see Olivia among her guests, the shortest and shiest of the bunch, donned in her alluring black-framed glasses.

“Yes, Ted. You need to brace yourself. This shit is on a whole new level,” Malena proclaimed. “Someone get this man a drink!”

****

Vera was briefed by Katrin on the evening’s activities off to the side while the other three karatay escort ladies flirted with her husband. Vera was a little overwhelmed to hear the crazy details recounted back to her. Katrin was very professional and comforting and assured Vera that it was a great plan. Her long, straight blonde hair was in a ponytail and she wore a sophisticated outfit that could have been business casual if it weren’t for the fishnet stockings.

“Ladies, are we ready to begin?” Katrin asked the group with a smile.

“Yes!” Vera exclaimed, pulling her husband by the arm.

“Okay, then. Please join me on the couch. Ted, you can have a seat in the chair across from us,” Katrin directed.

As Ted took his seat, he saw, from left to right, Olivia, Vera, Katrin, Malena, and Liz all take their places and cross their legs. Malena and Liz, to his right, were wearing particularly short skirts and he could see the lacy tops of their black, thigh-high stockings. Olivia and his wife Vera both wore similar nude, back-seamed stockings.

“I want to thank you all for giving me this opportunity to bestow a wonderful learning experience and also make a fantasy come to life for one lucky birthday boy,” Katrin began. “Now, I understand from Vera that you are not beginners?” Katrin asked to the resulting laughter from the group.

“No, we are old hands at blowing Ted. We have the pictures to prove it!” Liz commented, causing Malena elbow her playfully.

“OK, I see we have a class clown,” Katrin joked, to the laughter of the group. “There is always one.”

“Don’t worry about Liz, I will keep her in check,” Malena offered, giving Liz a threatening raised eyebrow.

“Well, I hope you are ready for a treat, ladies. Today, I want to show you all of the advanced level skills— advanced double blowjob, ball stimulation, deepthroating, facials, swallowing, cumswapping, and you will even attempt the ever-complicated quadruple blowjob. Let the games begin!” Katrin announced as she passed out a silk bags to the ladies.

“Oh my,” Olivia commented as she pulled back the silk bag to reveal a very realistic 12-inch dildo, complete with balls.

“Don’t worry, Olivia we are supposed to share. I’ll help you with the other six inches,” Vera explained with a wink.

On the right side of the couch, Liz poked at Malena’s face playfully with the large dildo making her giggle and swat it away.

“Now ladies,” Katrin addressed Liz and Malena, “you are going to have to work as a team, let’s take this seriously.”

“Can I request a new teammate?” Malena joked.

“Definitely not,” Katrin replied.

“Sorry teach,” Liz interjected, “won’t happen again. We are ready to suck some cock. Together.”

Katrin, utilizing the toys, went on to show the ladies the finer points of a double blowjob: sliding up and down the shaft with their lips in unison, holding the erection in place and keeping it hard while they lick the balls together, playful dick slapping, and licking up pre-cum.

“Very good, Liz and Malena,” Katrin commented as she watched them work as a team to lick on the dildo balls. “I’m really impressed by how well you are starting to work together.” She turned to Vera and Olivia, “You two have clearly done this before,” causing them to giggle in response.

Ted watched the proceedings in awe while sipping on his drink and enjoying all of their jokes. His erection raged relentlessly. He worried that being so backed-up would lead him to cum in his pants.

“Now ladies, I think you are ready for the first challenge of the day,” Katrin announced as the ladies looked on eagerly and awaited the details. Katrin removed an old-fashioned hourglass from her bag, which was equipped with one minute’s worth of sand.

“Now, I want you to stay in your respective teams since you practiced so hard together. Each team will get one minute to pleasure Ted’s cock and balls. After the minute is up, I expect you to return to your seats immediately. Ladies, I can’t stress this enough—no hogging the cock!” Katrin instructed. “Whoever makes him cum is the winner.”

“Liz and I have decided that we will be team Strike Force,” Malena announced. “Also, what do we win?”

“The winning team can take home the 12-inch dildos at the end of the night. Trust me ladies, these life-like toys are very expensive.”

“What if we lose?” Liz asked.

“The losers do not get to partake in the cumshot.”

“Ah, nuts,” Liz responded sarcastically.

” However, you will be expected to have a taste, so I will be providing you with these spoons,” Katrin replied as she removed two small tasting spoons from her bag.

“Holy crap!” Liz replied in shock. “That’s kinky, even for us.”

“Speak for yourself, Liz” Malena interjected. “Do you want me to recount all of the ways that I have consumed cum?”

“Please don’t!” Liz replied in shock.

“Don’t worry, Liz,” Vera assured. “Ted has been on a strict diet and even drank my all-natural, super-semen karesi escort drink today. You’re going to be pleasantly surprised!” she explained, causing Olivia and herself to share a knowing smile as they recalled their wine and cum tasting experience together a few months previous.

“Okay, I’m down with super semen.” Liz joked. “That’s all you had to say.”

“Liz, don’t fuck this up for me,” Malena threatened, “I want to win.”

“Okay Vera and Olivia, you are first. Go!” Katrin announced, flipping the hourglass without any warning.

“Ted, get those pants off!” his wife commanded.

They shot up from the couch and he had managed to get his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees in seconds. Olivia and Vera kneeled in front of him and dove right in, their tongues stroking the sides of his cock and then his balls while they felt his erection getting larger in their hands.

“Good ball-licking ladies, keep it up,” Katrin coached.

Vera began stroking his cock with her hands while they took each of his balls into their respective mouths and tickled his sack with their tongues. Before they knew it, time was up.

“Switch!” Katrin announced loudly as she flipped the hourglass. Vera and Olivia fell back as instructed and Malena and Liz shot up from the couch.

“Don’t worry, Olivia,” Vera strategized quietly to her teammate back on the couch. “It’s all about knowing when to unleash. If we went all out on his cock, he’d be cumming all over Malena and Liz right now. Best to wait until the time is right.” Vera was very much into the game and had the advantage of creating the rules with Katrin.

While Vera and Olivia strategized, team Strike Force was off to a great start. They perfectly executed a double-lip slide against the sides of Ted’s cock and seamlessly moved into a deepthroating and ball-sucking combo. Malena forced Ted’s rock-hard, eight-inch cock all the way to the back of her throat repeatedly, causing spit to drip down onto his balls and onto Liz’s face. Ted’s heart was pounding and his balls tightened. He struggled to hold back against the all-out assault.

“Time!” Katrin announced. Ted’s erection bobbed and dripped with spit as Liz and Malena backed off.

Vera and Olivia quickly took their place with excited eyes and went to work. Vera began with some aggressive dick slapping, bouncing his cock between their cheeks and on their foreheads. This made Ted throb even more than he thought possible.

“Ready?” Vera asked Olivia.

“Ready!” Olivia responded.

Vera held Olivia’s head tightly and stuffed her husband’s cock deep inside Olivia’s throat. Olivia gagged slightly at first, causing Vera to go easier, but became more comfortable with each thrust and pushed herself harder and harder. Vera tickled her husband’s tight balls and looked up at him with her scorching, hazel eyes.

“Cum for us, honey. Cum all over our fucking faces!” she commanded.

With only seconds to spare, Ted withdrew from Olivia’s mouth and unleashed a sexual eruption unlike any he had ever experienced. Hot, white ropes of cum decorated Olivia’s face and glasses and his wife’s face as well. They started giggling as a seemingly endless load of cum poured out of him onto their foreheads, noses, cheeks, lips, and extended tongues.

“Excellent job, ladies, and in record time!” Katrin announced with excitement as she looked on admiringly at the massive facials. “That is one for the books.”

“Damn!” Malena exclaimed. “We didn’t even get a second round!”

“I know, right?” Liz replied. “We could have been contenders!”

“Hey, we’re supposed to be taking pictures!” Malena recalled as she leapt up to grab her phone and started taking shots.

Vera and Olivia kissed and played with the cum seductively in response to the camera. They licked each other’s cheeks and caught the dangling cum from each other’s chins. They joined their tongues at the end of Ted’s cock in a pose and then cleaned it off to the delight of the other jealous ladies in the room.

“Well I would say that we’ve already mastered the double blowjob, ball sucking, and facials today. Good work!” Katrin announced proudly as she handed the small spoons to Malena and Liz.

“Go ahead, team Strike Force, have a taste,” Katrin suggested with a smile.

Malena handed her phone to Ted, who was still reeling at the experience with his pants at his ankles.

“Come on, Liz, time for your vitamins,” Malena teased as they both approached their cum-drenched friends. Vera and Olivia squinted and laughed as Malena and Liz scooped up a taste of cum into their spoons and licked it off.

“Vera, you weren’t joking,” Liz commented with dabs of cum in the corners of her mouth “this is Grade A splooge. I’ll have more!” she decided to her own surprise as she gently spooned another taste from Olivia’s cheek.

“You too,” Liz offered to Malena, who gladly accepted a taste from Liz’s spoon.

“Vera, I’m going to need that super-semen recipe,” Malena insisted sternly.

“Of course!” Vera offered proudly.

“Ted, get a group pic!” Malena begged as she and Liz sat next to their friends, all of their faces cheek to cheek with big smiles. They all kissed on the lips and giggled while Ted snapped photos, adding a spectacular showy finish to the first round.

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Brad and Luke knocked on the door of their friend Sara’s new apartment. She had asked them to help move her in the previous day. It was hard work, but the two men were rewarded at the end to come back the next day to their friends home to a small house warming party. The boys had decided to carpool on the way over, and decided they’d take bets later on who would suffer and be the designated driver. Brad is a large man, not fat, but stands 6′ 4″ with short black hair. Luke is shorter, a few inches shy of 6 feet tall with short brown hair and a small stubble of facial hair. It was a chilly autumn night, and it took a minute longer then it should have for their host to open the door.

“Hi! Come in!” Sara opened the door for them and lead them into her living room. There was only a small table, couch, love seat, and deck of cards waiting for them.

“We moved all those boxes yesterday and you haven’t unpacked a damn one have you?” Luke asked Sara. Before she could answer, another girl entered from the kitchen and interrupted: “Looks like the party can finally get started!”

“I guess it can,” Brad said with a devious grin as he checked out the newcomer. Sara was wearing her typical outfit: pajama bottoms and a tank top. He hadn’t even bothered to check her out, he’d done that hundreds of times before. This new girl was wearing a denim skirt and a blue shirt with the phrase ‘The view is better from behind’ printed on it. Without making it to obvious he was ogling her, he guessed the shirt was probably correct.

Luke walked over and gave the new girl a quick hug.

“Hey Amy, I haven’t seen you since we went bowling with Tom and Karen. How have you been?” Karen is Luke’s girlfriend, but things have been rough recently since Luke discovered she had been cheating on him. He had gone bowling a few weeks earlier and Karen set up a double date with her two friends, Tom and Amy. They all had a good time, and if Luke had to bet, Tom and Amy went home and had an even better time.

“Oh I’m just fine, who’s your friend here?”

Sara interrupted and introduced Brad to Amy, allowing them to shake hands, and then offered to get everyone drinks. Brand and Luke played a quick card game (War) that Luke won. Brad was the DD for the evening, so Amy, Luke, and Sara sat down on the couch with drinks in their hands. Brad sat alone in the love seat and decided on a game to play. He shuffled the cards before deciding the game of the evening would be poker. They started off betting pennies and nickels while chatting. Sara asked Amy to continue her story about Tom.

“Uggh,” Amy tossed her shoulder length black hair out of her face as she lost another hand, “so we were making out.” She stopped when she saw the boys attention perk up and pass each other glances. “Sorry you two, I already started this tale before you came over. The short version up to now is that after seeing Tom for two weeks, I was thinking that he really liked me. So, one day, we were making out, and I decided to see if he wanted to take things further.”

Luke thought to himself this was strange, from the way those two were acting, they did a lot more than make out after their first date at the bowling alley. Amy noted the strange look on his face. “Take things further, meaning, if he wanted to actually date me. You know, just me. We hadn’t mentioned yet, and I was sort of seeing someone sorgun escort else at the time, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if Tom was too. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked while we were kissing, or maybe it was just bad timing in general…”

“Or maybe he’s just a big dick.” Sara said interrupting.

“Or that. Needless to say, although I don’t mind fooling around with people (Brad noted she was gender neutral on this point) I really do mind being told ‘The only reason I’m with you at all is because I thought you didn’t care what else I was fucking. Maybe it was the crass way he said it, or that he didn’t notice how much I liked him, or that he said ‘what else’ he was fucking, but I threw him out of my apartment right then.”

“I think Sara said it best, what a dick. He could have at least been nice about it.” Brad said while taking another nickel from Luke. The three other players were clearly getting drunk and it was time to raise the stakes. “Alright, I think its time we make this more fun. Anyone up for strip poker?” All three friends laughed and shook their heads yes. Sara even whistled and bragged about having Luke naked in no time. “Alright, same rules as before, only if you loose the hand, you take off an article of clothing. No bullshit like shoes and earrings count.”

Brad swallowed as he won the first hand and Amy lost. She looked him in the eyes as she pulled off her blue shirt revealing a black bra underneath. Her C cup filled it nicely, and the fact that she was 5’5″ made her body look very proportional. Her legs were just the right length, her ass just the right size.

Sara was the first to say anything and break the tension by asking if the bra was from Victoria’s Secret. In no time things were relaxed and it was if she hadn’t been wearing a shirt all night. Another round of drinks were refilled by Luke and Sara as Amy got up and sat next to Brad. “Want to hear a secret?” she asked him.

“Yup.” Brad looked her in the eyes, he was trying to sound self assured but his voice betrayed truth: he was mesmerized by her body.

“I’m not as drunk as I’m acting.” With a wink, she returned to her seat on the couch facing him. Sara and Luke brought back more drinks and the game resumed. Amy wasn’t lying Brad guessed, as she won the next hand and Sara lost. Sara whined, muttered something about them not telling her boyfriend James, and took off her shirt too. She was shorter than Amy and a little more curvy. Her blond hair came up with her shirt and then fell down below her shoulders as she tossed the shirt into a pile with Amy’s. Her white bra was not as sexy as Amy’s but she was too tipsy to care. She proudly pushed out her chest while making a sly comment on what her boyfriend was missing.

“Where is James anyways. He didn’t even show up yesterday to help you move did he?” Luke asked.

“No, he showed up later after you guys left. He’s been mad that we have been spending so much time together so he is spending today playing video games. Too bad for him, he’s missing a good show!” Sara ran her hands down her side, caressing her breasts slightly and touching her tummy. The boys hooted and Amy whistled.

The next hand was dealt. Luke lost. He removed his shirt. He didn’t have much muscle tone, but he wasn’t unattractive. The girls made fun of his Loony Tunes boxers that were sticking süleymanpaşa escort out of his jeans while the next hand was dealt. They got a much better view of his boxers as Luke lost the next hand too. He excused himself and went to the bathroom so that he wouldn’t loose three times in a row quickly.

The next hand Sara lost. She glared at Amy who had won as she stood up and peeled down her pajama bottoms. Her white underwear matched her bra, but she now wished she had worn something sexier. She stood up for a few seconds letting Brad get a good eye full before sitting down and crossing her arms over her chest and crossing her legs.

Luke returned for the next hand and won. Brad thought he might have sobered up a bit in the bathroom. Amy noticed this too, and was disappointed by it. Sara lost again, this time she was more hesitant before taking off her bra. Brad and Luke had to talk her into it, and Amy had to promise she’d take off her bra if she lost again too. The white bra joined the growing pile of clothes. Sara’s pert breast were the main focus of the next hand, distracting Brad long enough for Amy to beat him. He gladly took of his shirt revealing his well toned abs. Luke was happy the girls were focused on his friend’s body and not the tent growing in his boxers.

Sara lost the next hand. She quickly slid off her underwear and sat back down cross legged. Brad was still able to see her vagina was a beautiful shade of pink and the pubic hair was shaved completely off. He would have never bet she’d go completely bald.

Luke blew the next hand and mirrored Sara’s actions. He quickly dropped his boxers and then sat back down with his hands covering himself. Everyone got a quick look at his stiff 6″ penis and the light blond/brown stubble around it.

Amy had another drink before dealing the next hand and offered to make the pot even better for the two remaining players. “Alright Brad, since its just the two of us, lets go all out this hand. Here’s what we do: we invite the losers back in. If they win, they get to get completely dressed. If one of us wins, that person gets to tell the loser what to do.” She had the most deviant smile of any girl he’d ever met Luke thought. Brad nodded his head and Luke and Sara inched back to the table. Brad was ready to win.

Win is exactly what he did. Amy blew the hand completely, she had been dealt a bad hand and tried to bluff her way out of it. Brad had Amy join Luke and Sara in their nudity. Amy put up some fake resistance, then slid down her skirt to reveal a matching black thong. She unhooked her bra and Luke’s jaw feel as quickly as it did to the floor. Her nipples were erect as she bent down and pulled her thong down slowly. She was facing Brad, giving Luke a great view of her ass as she stepped out of the thong. Her pubic hair was trimmed neatly and matched her black hair. She sat back down, her hands at her side, her legs slightly apart and told Brad to get on with the game.

The next round Amy won. Luke thought she should get her clothes back, but Amy pointed out that wasn’t the deal. She should still have some articles of clothing left, and therefore she got to tell the loser what to do. Brad had lost, half legitimately, half on purpose, so he waited for her command.

“Why don’t you take my place for this next bit.” Amy commanded. talas escort Brad stood up and sat next to Luke and Sara. “Where to begin?” Amy asked as she thought out loud of what she’d enjoy watching the the three people in front of her do. “Sara, you said earlier tonight (before the boys had shown up) James didn’t like to go down on you. Why don’t you let Brad show you how its done. I’m sure he’s an expert.” Brad got off the couch and onto his knees as Sara was left speechless. She started to mount a defense as Brad pushed her legs apart and started licking around the lips of her pussy. A moan was all the defense she could muster.

“Oh don’t just sit there Luke. Get on with it! Lick her nipple, suck on her breast!” Amy commanded. She knew this wasn’t technically part of the deal winning the hand. She also knew technically Luke wouldn’t give a damn.

“Don’t mention any of this to our significant others.” Luke gave them all his own command as he moved over and started liking Sara’s breast. They had been friends a long time. The sexual tension had been building for a while. He didn’t take long to get into it: greedily sucking on her nipple and feeling her other breast with his hands. Brad was switching between sticking his tongue deep inside her and licking her clit. She was building to an orgasm, a more powerful one then she’d been able to have recently with her boyfriend. Although now her boyfriend was the furthest thing from her mind. She softly said “I’m on pill — but – you should – condom anyways” in between gasps for breath. She held her hand out to a yet to be unpacked box. Amy went over, pulled out an opened box of condoms, threw one to Luke and told Brad to stop.

“I think its time you give those two a bit of alone time and pay attention to me instead.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Amy sat down on the couch next to Sara. She assumed roughly the same position as Sara, sitting back with her legs spread wide. She let her leg rub up against hers as Brad tore off his clothes, and went back to eating pussy. Amy closed her eyes and let out a small moan of pleasure.

“Mmm, I dunno Sara, I think your friend here has a better tasting pussy. Luke, give it a try.” Brad and Luke switched places as the girls laughed.

Luke sucked on Amy for a few minters before offering “to each their own. Give me back that tasty pussy and you can have this one.” They switched back, fumbled with some condoms and began fucking their respective women.

Sara spent the next 20 minutes in the same position with Luke pushing into her over and over. They both panted and moaned and made love to one another before Luke came inside of her. He laid on top of her and hugged her body when he was spent.

Amy on the other hand got fucked. She had Brad on top, beneath her, beside her, and behind her. They changed positions every five minutes on top of, or around the couch. It was like the earth rotating the sun as they worked circles around Sara and Luke. Finally while behind Amy Brad finally said he was ready to cum. Amy jumped off his cock, and before he could complain, pulled off the condom. Brad watched as his dick was devoured by Amy who took half of it into her mouth as she jerked quickly on the base with her hands. In no time he was cumming into her throat. They were both spent as they sat back down on the now sweat covered couch. The four sat in silence before Brad pointed out that Luke had to go back home to his girlfriend.

Before they left, Sara quietly asked, “Do you think that maybe we could do this again sometime?”

“Of course,” replied Amy as she smiled at Luke and Brad. “I think between Sara and I, we owe you boys some orgasms.”

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It was nearly October when I received an invitation for my friend’s annual Halloween party. I had been so busy I hadn’t even given a thought to what I was going to be. Every year she throws this huge party and every year there seem to be more and more people that attend.

Last year I was a witch. Talk about lack of creativity, but it matched my mood at the time. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 5 years, I had gained 20 pounds, and I wasn’t in a festive mood.

This year I was ready to party. I had been working out since the first of the year. I lost 30 pounds, and managed to firm up every inch of my body. I had gotten my belly-button pierced and at 30, I looked good. I wanted a costume that was going to show off my hard work.

Before I knew it, the party rolled around. I looked myself over in the mirror and decided that in my skimpy French maid’s costume, I would get a few looks.

I arrived at my girlfriend’s house “fashionably” late and the party was already in full-swing. There were so many people there most of whom I had never seen in my life. Quickly I grabbed a drink and slammed it, trying to ease my nerves a bit. Suddenly I felt naked as I prowled the room, looking for a familiar face.

“Jade!” I heard from across the room as someone called my name. It was Jenny, one of my long time friends. She was dressed as a hot little nurse. We laughed at each other’s costumes, and tried to decide which one of us was showing more cleavage. We downed a few more margaritas together as we chatted and scanned the room for hot men.

“Stud alert, 10 o’clock” Jenny announced as I turned to see a 1/2 dressed man in leather pants with a bow tie around his neck. As I admired his awesome body I noticed he was kemalpaşa escort looking me over too. Our eyes met, and he winked at me. “I’ll be right back Jenny,” I said as I started to walk towards him, feeling the effects of all the margaritas I had consumed. Liquid courage, I believe they call it.

“Well hello there” I said as I approached the hunk, staring at his obviously generous package on display through his tight leather pants. “Hi” he replied back with a cat-eating grin on his face.

“So how good are you at cleaning?” he asked me with a smile. I was confused at first, until I realized he was referring to my costume. With a naughty smile I replied “Well, I’m much better at making messes than I am cleaning them up.”

Our eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity until he took my hand and began to lead me down the hall. I looked back at my friend Jenny, who had been watching as she gave me two thumbs up. I waved to her as I let him lead me into one of the bathrooms. He shut the door behind us and before In knew it, he had effortlessly lifted me onto the counter top.

He leaned into me, placing his lips onto mine. His tongue entered my mouth and softly probed it. I let out a soft moan as I felt his hand slowly work it’s way from my knee up to my crotch. I had on fishnet thigh-high stockings and a silky g-string. I could feel the heat coming from my pussy as he began to rub my clit through my g-string. It had been so long since I had an orgasm I didn’t want him to stop. And suddenly he pulled away from me. “Wait here,” he told me as he disappeared out the door.

“Son of a bitch” I thought to myself as I sat there, hornier than hell, my pussy dripping wet. “Where kemer escort the hell is he going?” Before I had a chance to get too pissed, the door opened again. In he came, to my surprise, leading Jenny in with him. Now I loved Jenny as a friend, but never had we crossed that barrier. Actually I had never crossed that barrier with any woman. I had been with several men, but never a woman. I wasn’t sure I could do it. I suddenly became very nervous, as well as very, very hot. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe I was just too horny, but there was something incredibly erotic about Jenny standing there in her sexy nurse’s uniform.

Mr. Leather pants (we never did find out his name) locked the door as he turned to Jenny, who was obviously feeling pretty good from her alcohol. “Now, nurse Jenny,” he said “I want you to give this naughty French Maid a check-up. And I want you to make sure you give her a very thorough one.” With that, he stepped back and sat on the edge of the bathtub to watch.

With no hesitation Jenny walked up to me and set both her hands on my knees. “Well” she said to me, “let’s just see how you’re doing.” I could feel my breathing become shallow as her hands began to work themselves up my thighs. I let out a moan as she rubbed her hand over my swollen clit. She started to circle my pussy lips with her fingers rubbing gently but firmly. I couldn’t sit still. My body began to tremble as she quickly shoved two fingers into my cunt. I arched my back as my body exploded into orgasm.

Oblivious to my surroundings, I suddenly felt two hands on my breasts, freeing them from my costume. My nipples were rock hard, as I opened my eyes to see Mr. Leather pants slip one of my nipples keşan escort into his mouth as he played with the other one. I felt a tug on my knees, as Jenny scooted my body closer to the edge of the counter top. I couldn’t see her but I could feel the warmth of her breath against my pussy. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Her hands felt so good as the caressed my crotch. She knew right where to touch.

Suddenly I felt her tounge enter my pussy as my body rippled into another orgasm. In and out she probed her tounge, flicking my clit with her toung, and nibbling on it. Mr. Leather pants was still sucking my nipples going from one to the other, as he pinched them and bit at them. I grabbed for his cock, wanting to yank on it. I managed to get his pants unzipped and I freed his huge cock from his pants.

Suddenly he pushed Jenny to the side and pulled me off the counter and forced me onto the floor on all fours. I felt a smack across my ass as he began to spank me. Harder and harder his hand connected with my firm ass. It was so erotic, I cried out for him to fuck me. I needed his rock hard dick in my pussy. He kept swatting my ass, as tears welled up in my eyes I felt my orgasm building.

Jenny slid her self under me and sucked my nipples as he kept spanking my ass. “Fuck me, please, fuck me” I yelled to him as he laid one final blow on me. Then I felt his cock against my pussy lips as he entered me and began thrusting his dick deeper and deeper.

Jenny played with my pussy and sucked my tits, as he kept pushing deeper and deeper, harder and harder. I felt my body tensing up. I didn’t think I could endure another orgasm. “Oh, yes” I screamed, “Oh, oh, oh, YES, YEEEEEEEEEESSS, oh God, oh, oh YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS” I think I must have passed out from the intense wave of ecstasy that flowed through me.

When I came to, Mr. Leather pants was gone, and Jenny was sitting next to me on the floor. She looked at me and smiled. “Boy am I glad we came tonight,” she said. And at that, we both laughed.

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Our young live-in lover, Tiffany, had come home last Wednesday night to find Sandy, my big and beautiful wife, and I DP’ing Maggie. Maggie had been the second woman Sandy and I had shared and been the one to let me fulfill my fantasy of fucking a woman in the ass. (Sandy has a chronic illness and her doctors had forbidden her from participating in anal sex.) It was Saturday and I was finally going to be able to talk to Tiffany one on one. I had finished eating a bowl of cereal when Tiffany walked into our kitchen. I allowed her to do the same before saying anything.

“Tiffany, do you remember us asking you to be honest with us?” I asked her.

“Yes.”

“I know you were hurt when you saw Sandy and me with Maggie. I meant what I said to you Wednesday night. Sandy and I do love you and don’t want to see you hurt, but we need to be able to enjoy sharing other women when the chance arises. Are you going to be able to handle that?”

The slightly overweight yet sexy younger woman sat beside me struggling not to cry. I placed my hands in hers and flinched when she squeezed them as hard as she could. She managed to look me in the eyes before she answered me.

“Sandy and I talked about what I saw Wednesday yesterday morning while you were at work.” Tiffany said to me. “She told me almost the same thing you told me in my bed as you fucked me Wednesday night.”

“No baby girl, that wasn’t fucking. I made love to you that night.” I interrupted her. “I had hoped that you would know the difference. We were in YOUR bed, Sandy didn’t join us until we were finished, and it was completely different from when we fuck. Can you see the difference?”

“I can now.” She answered me. “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything, baby girl.”

“Sandy told me that she always made the first contact with the women you share. Is that true?” Our inexperienced lover asked me.

“Yes, that’s true. I don’t know how much she told you, but our involvement with other women started with me telling her about my fantasies. She surprised me by getting turned on from hearing them. I told her if she set us up with another woman, I would be willing and able to take it as far as she was. If you remember it was her that approached you at the steakhouse the first night we saw you. Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, Mikoli.”

“Are you going to be alright with us taking Maggie on a date tonight and repeating Wednesday night with her? She will stay the night. Can you sleep in your bed tonight or do you need to stay away? It’s your choice. You know you’re free to see other people, don’t you?” I inquired of her.

“I don’t want to see other people! I can stay in my room. I’ll put my head phones on so I can’t hear her screams as she cums for you and Sandy.”

Tiffany started to cry at that moment. I sprang up beside her and grabbed her into a bear hug. I felt like low-life slime for causing her pain while at the same time feeling a twinge of anger toward her. She knew how Sandy and I were before getting involved with us. I knew she would never ask us to stop our desire to share other women, but I felt like that was what she wanted.

Tiffany cried herself out against my chest so I lifted her face and kissed away her tears. I helped her to sit back down and moved my chair closer to hers.

“Mikoli, why haven’t you and Sandy done to me what you were doing with Maggie?” Tiffany asked me with a whiny tone. “Don’t you want to do that with me?”

“Yes Tiffany, I do want to do that with you! Sandy and I were going slow with you. We didn’t want to overwhelm you with too many new things. Some women won’t even think about having anal sex, some women will do it for their lovers, but don’t enjoy it, and the rest enjoy it. Sandy can’t have anal sex because of her doctors’ orders. I promise we can try it with you if you want us to. If you don’t enjoy it we will stop and never do it again.”

Tiffany smiled at me and jumped into my arms and I began kissing her and caressing her luscious body.

“Will you take me to my bed, Mikoli?”

“No, let’s go wake up Sandy and I will make love to you in our bed while she kisses you and sucks on your tits, okay?”

Sandy was already awake when Tiffany and I reached our bedroom. Tiffany and I helped each other take off the miniscule amounts of clothing we had on. Tiffany was already sopping wet in the valley between her legs. After we were on the bed, I pushed my engorged organ between her pink folds. Her vaginal walls were not as tight as they were when I first started fucking her, but she wasn’t loose enough for me to slam myself into her in one stroke like Sandy was after twenty years of my fucking her. I remained upright so Sandy could kiss Tiffany while we made love. I stroked in and out of Tiffany’s hot hole with long easy strokes for ten minutes. I began a fast furious pace when she begged me to. I began to spurt into her depths after another five minutes at that pace. Tiffany’s screams of pleasure were muffled as Sandy continued to kiss her. şehitkamil escort I flopped down beside them when my shriveled penis fell out of Tiffany. Sandy lay on Tiffany’s other side while we all three gasped for breath.

“Do we need to get you off, baby?” I asked my dear wife.

“No, I can wait until tonight, my love.”

“Okay, I love you both, but I need to clean up and run an errand.”

I took a shower and dressed for my errand. Both women asked if I wanted them to go with me. I told them no, it was something I needed to do alone. Sandy gave me a strange look, but didn’t ask me any questions. I kissed Tiffany and Sandy walked me to the door.

“What are you up to Mikoli?”

“I promise to tell you when I get back.” I kissed her at the door and left.

I drove to the steakhouse where Tiffany worked. I knew the owner would be there at that time of day. We had graduated from high school and college together. I knew him in high school, but we hadn’t associated with each other then. I was the nerdy kid that hung with my twin brother’s friends and he was in the rich kids club. We became friends in college when I began tutoring him in math.

(My twin had been held back a grade in elementary school. All of his friends were a year younger than us.)

“Steve, long time no see!” I yelled as I walked into his steakhouse.

“Math Man, how did you get in?” Steve Blake asked me as he walked over to me and gave me a hug.

“I told that pimply faced kid at the door that if he didn’t let me in he’d be washing dishes on Friday and Saturday nights until he couldn’t take it anymore and quit.” I answered my old friend and one of the richest men in our county.

Steve Blake owned “Danny’s Steakhouse” one of the oldest restaurants in town. It was named after his grandfather, Daniel Blake who always went by Danny. Rumor had it he even refused to accept a humanitarian award given out by a local United Methodist Church until they replaced Daniel with Danny on the name plaque. Steve’s father went to Harvard Law School after graduating from mine and Steve’s alma mater. He had his own law firm in New York City. Blake was the first name in the firm’s title and it wasn’t because it came first in the alphabet. Steve had been groomed to take over his grandfather’s large real estate portfolio since junior high. The threat of losing out on all that wealth and power because he flunked out of college his freshman year had motivated Steve into concentrating on studying instead of partying and pussy. When he needed a math tutor and saw my name on the list, he called me. We became good friends. He was smarter than he acted and really worked on his degree after his little scare.

“Knowing you the way I do, you meant every word of it too, you mean old bastard.” Steve replied to me before he started laughing. “How’s Sandy? I never figured out how you ended up with a goddess like her.”

“You’re the one who had the goddess. Debra was in a whole different league than Sandy and you know it. The answer to your question is I treated Sandy like a person instead of like a set of tits and a pussy. You and Debra could have still been together if you could have forgiven her for doing the same thing you were doing. You were fucking almost every hostess and waitress that has worked in this steakhouse since you were fifteen years old. You didn’t stop even after you married Debra. She had one affair and you threw her away. You and I have been friends for a long time, but I couldn’t let you torch Debra like you wanted to. She knew how you were and let you have your fun. She loved you and you know it. You never did learn how to share your toys with others. Speaking of sharing, your new manager is moving in on your Debra clone if he hasn’t already nailed her.” I told my by now mad as hell old buddy.

Debra Blake (nee Elrod) was a 5’10” blonde sex bomb waiting to explode. She had 36D breasts, a waspish middle, and broad hips. Her ass was big yet firm. Every man who ever met her wanted to fuck her, me included. Steve always had a hostess or waitress who looked as close to Debra for a mistress as he could find after the divorce. I knew the blonde bitch named Cindy that Tiffany had mentioned Wednesday night must be his new plaything.

“Why do you say that?”

“My friend Tiffany told me she had to go home Wednesday night so Cindy could stay and work when the new manager messed up the schedule and over staffed. She was upset because she had been working here longer. I know the policies unless they’ve changed since Sandy worked here.”

“Rumors around here are that chubby little waitress is more than your friend. If Sandy finds out it’ll be your nuts she’s waving a sharp knife in front of instead of mine.” Steve said to me with a smirk.

“Her name is Tiffany. It’s none of your business, but Sandy not only knows about me and Tiffany, she was the one that got her into OUR bed. I know I can trust you or I wouldn’t have told you even that much. Sandy told me about şehzadeler escort you hitting on her. If it had been a couple of years earlier you would have gotten what you were after. Thanks for some of the hottest sex I got after Sandy’s surgeries by the way. I always knew exactly when you put the moves on her. She would be so horny those nights, she would practically rape me. The only thing is it’s not rape when the other person is willing. She wouldn’t have threatened your nuts if you hadn’t gone too far the night of the Christmas party. I wanted to beat the hell out of you myself that night. Instead I took Sandy out to your gazebo and fucked the shit out of her.”

“What do you want Mikoli? Do you want me to fire him? You know I’m not going to fire her. Tell me what you want and it’s done.” Steve inquired of me.

“No, I don’t want to see anyone get fired. If the policies are still the same, he needs to be reminded of them. If it happens again, then you can fire him. I would find out how far he’s gone with Cindy if I were you. You might find out both of them need to go. I know you haven’t changed your ideas on sharing your woman with another man.” I said as I stood to leave. “Take care my friend. A word of advice though, Sandy’s not as forgiving as I am. She will cut your nuts off if her play pretty gets hurt around here again. Know what I mean?”

“Yeah brother, I know what you mean! Take care of yourself. Give Sandy a kiss and squeeze those big titties of hers once for me.” Steve said to me as he stood and we hugged again.

I went home after that. Tiffany was out running errands for Sandy. I could see Sandy had cried not too far in the past. I took her in my arms and rocked us back and forth.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked my big, sexy wife.

“Tiffany is still upset about Wednesday afternoon. She wouldn’t come right out and say it, but I know she doesn’t want us to see Maggie tonight. I’m so confused. I don’t want to hurt Tiffany, yet I don’t want to disappoint Maggie either. I so much enjoy Maggie’s body and the things you and I do to it. What are we going to do, Mikoli?” Sandy pouted at me.

“We’re going to take Maggie to dinner and bring her back here and enjoy her for most of the night. Tiffany’s going to have to learn to live with our proclivities if she wants to stay with us. I know I’m sounding like a cruel and heartless son of a bitch, but this is our life. If we choose to live it this way, that’s our choice. I have had to live with the consequences of bad choices as have you. If Tiffany can’t come to grips with how we are, she can leave. I love her and don’t want to hurt her, but I love you more and I’ll hurt any and everybody before I hurt you again. Speaking of proclivities, have you talked to Debra Blake lately?” I explained and questioned my by now smiling wife.

“Mikoli, you went to the steakhouse didn’t you?” Sandy asked me with a school teacher’s questioning tone in her voice.

“Yes I did! Steve told me to give you these!” I said as I bent and kissed her hard while squeezing each of her magnificent 40DD breasts. Sandy allowed me to kiss and grope her for a couple of minutes before pushing me away.

“Stop that! You need to save your strength for tonight! Besides you’ve already had a good fuck this morning.” Sandy purred at me. “Why did you ask about Debra?”

“I’ve wanted to fuck her since Steve introduced her to me our senior year in college. I’m more of a gentleman than Steve is and never tried anything with her like he did with you. I knew they were going to be married as soon as I saw how she looked at him. I tried to warn her about him and his wandering cock. She told me she knew all about it and as long as he didn’t embarrass her in public she could live with it. She swore to me she would never cheat on him, but we know how that turned out. I was wondering if she would be open to a threesome with us. You’re the pussy hound in our relationship now, so I thought you might explore that avenue for us.” I said with a stupid grin on my face.

Sandy stood in front of me with a look of shock and amazement both on her face. She joined me when I started laughing hysterically. We ended up on the floor in each other’s arms from laughing so hard. Tiffany picked that moment to walk in the back door.

“What’s so funny?” She inquired of us when we had quit laughing.

“Mikoli called me a pussy hound! He wants me to sniff out our next piece of ass to share!” Sandy answered our dumbstruck lover. Sandy was happy and carefree. Tiffany looked on the verge of tears.

I watched as Tiffany squared her shoulders and put a strained smile on her face. She turned to the groceries she had brought in and began putting them away. I was standing and waiting for her when she finished. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her hard. Sandy joined me in hugging our young, inexperienced, and hurting lover.

“Tiffany, we do love you! We’re sorry this is hurting you. We told you how we were before you started with us. We aren’t selçuklu escort going to change. My offer for you to leave at any time still stands. We’ll miss you if you leave, but we’ll survive. I know it sounds cruel, but you need to decide if you can handle Sandy and me sharing other women. If you can’t we’re going to keep hurting you. You know that, don’t you?” I asked her as she cried against my chest. I could see Sandy crying silently as she hugged Tiffany. I couldn’t stop myself and started crying with them.

Tiffany went to her room and lay down on the bed. Sandy and I retired to our bed. We kissed and snuggled for a bit. I dozed off with the woman I loved more than anything or anyone else in the world in my arms. I didn’t even stir when Tiffany climbed onto the bed and pressed herself tightly against my back. I awoke two hours later with my tandem of big and beautiful females lying almost on top of me. I glanced at the clock and awoke Tiffany.

“What time do you have to be at work, baby girl?” I asked Tiffany when she was fully awake.

“Why, what time is it?” She asked me.

“Fifteen minutes till three.” I replied in answer to her question.

“Damn, I’m going to be late! I’m supposed to be at work at three thirty! Stan is going to fire me!” Tiffany yelled in a panic.

“Calm down and go get ready for work. I assume Stan is the new manager at “Danny’s”, right? I will call and talk to him. You won’t get fired, but you’ll need to be on your toes around him after I make this call.” I told her.

“Why, what are you going to do?” Tiffany asked.

“Threaten him with Friday and Saturday night dishwashing duties like I did some pimply faced kid this morning when I met with Steve.” I answered her.

“You know??” Tiffany started to say.

“No more questions! Go get ready for work!” I exclaimed as I swatted her on her ass.

“Hello, I need to talk to Stan.” I said over the phone. “Stan, Tiffany is going to be a few minutes late getting to work.”

“Tell her not to bother coming at all then.” Stan bellowed over the phone.

“Stan, calm down and listen very carefully. If you hang up the phone on me, both I and Steve Blake will be down there in twenty minutes trying to crawl up your ass. DO YOU HEAR ME, STAN?!!!!” I yelled over the phone.

“Who is this?” Stan asked me. I could hear the fear in his voice.

“Stan, do you know the pimply faced kid that was cleaning in the front of the restaurant this morning?” I asked him in a calmer voice.

“Yes.” Stan answered me.

“After we get through, ask him who I am. Ask him what I threatened him with if he didn’t let me in this morning. That will be what happens to you if Tiffany gets fired or comes home upset again because of you. While we’re talking let me give you a piece of advice, stop sniffing around Steve’s pussy if you haven’t already gotten it. You’ll never work in this county again if Steve Blake puts you on his shit list. I’ve known him a hell of a lot longer than you have. He doesn’t like other people playing with things he considers his. You understand what I’m telling you, Stan?” I inquired of him over the phone.

“Yes, I understand. I will try not to upset Tiffany ever again.” Stan answered me with some confidence coming back into his voice.

“Stan, don’t give Tiffany any special favors either because of this phone call. Make her do her work and do it well. If she needs her ass chewed for poor work, chew it. I only want you to do your job and follow the policies of the restaurant, okay?” I said to Stan as I was winding down.

“Yes, sir. I will do my best.” Stan answered me.

“Good that’s all I ask, Stan.” I told him before I hung up the phone.

Tiffany was fixing to run out the door. I motioned for her to stop.

“I talked to Stan. You don’t need to rush. Your job is safe. Please drive carefully and get to work safe. Work harder than anybody else and everything’ll be okay. Sandy and I don’t need you killing yourself in a car wreck over a minimum wage job. Now give me a kiss and a big hug. I love you.” I implored of her.

I leaned down and kissed her hard. I thought she was trying to break my ribs, she squeezed me so hard.

“I love you too and tell Sandy I love her. I promise to be careful.” Tiffany said to me before she walked briskly to her car. I could only hope she heeded my warning. I was so relieved when she called and told Sandy she had made it to work.

Sandy and I prepared for our date with Maggie. Sandy laid out my clothes for me. Sandy had gotten some dresses from her cousin who had gotten fatter since her divorce. They fit Sandy very well. She had selected a black dress that was very tight over her breasts. The bodice of the dress lifted and pushed her breasts forward. I don’t know who she was trying to impress. She already had me and she knew she was going to get lucky with Maggie tonight. I told her to go bra-less, the dress was enough support, but she wouldn’t. She put on a new bra and panties set Tiffany had begged me to get for Sandy the last time Tiffany and I were at the local mall without Sandy. Sandy had worn it once before when the three of us had gone on a date together. I think taking them off of Sandy turned Tiffany on more than the tongue lashing I gave her clit that night. Sandy was radiant and so excited before we left the house.

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The following is another tale of my years working as a disgruntled night shift security guard at a casino resort. As you may have already figured just from the venue, there was debauchery a plenty…

It’s bound to happen. Take a bunch of twenty year olds who are fit enough to be cops, but can’t hack it as cops, slap a police-looking uniform on them, and that was our security force. Then take a bunch of former high school cheerleaders with drinking and self-esteem issues, squeeze them into black cocktail server dresses (that barely cover their butts and breasts) and intermingle them with the guards, and you have a recipe for disaster.

It was a literal feeding frenzy of everyone trying to get laid as fast as possible. I hated it, but I wasn’t innocent in it either. I like to think that the difference between me and the rest of them was that I didn’t try. But once in a while a cocktail server or cute pit clerk would escape the drag net of aggressive horn-dog guards, and she’d find her way over to me. Sometimes I would… but more often, I’d politely decline. I had a lot of sex working there, but I also refused a lot of sex too.

But, despite my cynicism and my hypocrisy, there was a girl who I knew was very special. That would be my partner, Officer Kate Galloway. She was a year younger than me– twenty three, and she got hired on at the same time as I did. We bonded quickly– suffering through the insufferable (something much more hellish than any boot camp) two days of HR orientation.

We were total strangers, but we sat next to each other, since we were the only new guards in that orientation group. I was smitten when I caught her on several occasions discreetly rolling her eyes during one of those god awful sexual harassment awareness videos, and we’ve been buddies ever since.

Galloway is a hell of a good looking woman. Even in our ugly blue security uniforms, she stands out even more than the cocktail waitresses do. I think striking is probably the best word. To me, the cocktail servers are the epitome of “boring pretty”. Too much makeup, generic attractive faces, no personality (or an annoying one), damsel in distress types. Think of Kesha and you’ve pretty much imagined most of the cocktail servers.

On the other hand, Galloway iss about 5’8″, fit– not thick but she was solid. She looked like she could kick someone’s ass. She had a pair of nice curvy C-cups hidden beneath that blue shirt and badge, a tight tummy with the faintest traces of ab definition, and below her duty belt and radio, a butt that was just slightly bigger than average, and thighs that were thick with strong muscle.

She rarely wore makeup– but she didn’t have to. She was naturally good looking without it, but the few times that she did, she was such a knock-out that people didn’t recognize her. And even with an entire casino full of half-naked waitresses, she was definitely the heart throb among the men. She had sharp and well defined facial features, full pink lips, ice blue eyes, and wavy chestnut brown hair that she dyed to an exaggerated raspberry auburn/maroon. Her hair was flirting with the line of what would be considered workplace inappropriate.

The supervisors let it slide. She was good officer, but not a kiss ass– which kept her in everyone’s high esteem. She spent many nights trading vulgar jokes with the guys, or looking the other way on our shenanigans. But she didn’t slap-dick around the way everyone else did. She had a sense of duty, and cared enough about the job to not get herself in trouble.

Like any female cop you’ve ever encountered, she had a cool, even temper, a dry and sarcastic wit, a toned down (somewhat robotic) voice, and a subtleness to her mannerisms. A ghost of a smile would tell you she was amused. Or a slight eyebrow arch meant she was intrigued.

Between her demeanor and her looks, I’ve often likened her to a young Neve Campbell (and have grown a fondness for said actress ever since I met Galloway).

It’s easy to see why I had a crush on her. And for some fucked up reason, out of all the guys who were constantly trying (and sometimes succeeding) in getting into her pants, she gravitated to me. We were buddies. We hung out outside of work– usually going to get beers and burgers.

As we spent more time around each other, I became aware of a mutual attraction. But we were careful. We didn’t want to fuck up our friendship and we definitely didn’t want to fuck up our partnership. And given our work place, that was pretty easy to do.

But a few catalysts inevitably pushed us into being more than friends and coworkers. I suppose it was a long time coming, the two of us looking out for each other, sharing an attraction, and just letting it build up. A few weeks ago, it finally boiled over… at work of all places. I think we were both thrilled by the taboo– two security guards sneaking off to fuck each other’s brains out. It was wild, and definitely not just a once and done thing.

I kestel escort was terrified afterwards that things would get weird… or the next time someone tried to pick up me or Galloway, there’d be jealousy issues. Surprisingly… there weren’t. We understood each other. We had the same personalities, the same outlook on life, the same views of the world, and the same deep introspection. If some groomed business man with a pocket full of winnings from the Craps table tried to pick up Galloway, it wouldn’t bother me. She’d shrug him off, trade an amused glance with me, and give me that little ghost of smile. And if some drunk cougar, disappointed after a night of not getting hit on, tried to convince herself that she still had it by making a last ditch effort to take me home, I’d give Galloway a little wink.

Often, such encounters ended with me and Galloway slipping away to some utility room, or maintenance corridor, and fucking each other senseless– and trust me, it wasn’t hard to find places where there were no security cameras. For us, part of the thrill was in the mischief of having sex while on-duty at work. The other thrill was knowing that it was us.

I wouldn’t say that we were exclusive but we definitely weren’t casual, either. We never had some talk about shit like that. It was more of just being attuned to each other. We were a functioning team. And if we were going to get a little crazy and involve someone else in our antics, we would both need to be onboard with it, and we’d both need to get something out of it.

Our partnership came first.

* * *

Sex and sin aside, the casino was a very negative environment that took its toll on us in different ways. Some of us became hostile. Some of us– rebellious. Some became nasty people, or man whores, or manipulators. And some of us just withdrew…

Officer Wade was one of the latter. He seemed like the kind of guy who was doomed from the moment he set foot in that hellish place. He was a hell of a nice guy, which already didn’t help. But whereas I was cynical, he was just shy, and reserved. When women flirted with him, he would blush, he would stammer, and he would glance down at this boots.

Wade was young– probably twenty– but he had one of those clean-shaven baby faces that made him look like he was in his late teens. He had blonde hair, that he was trying to keep military and professional (unlike me, Wade wanted to be taken seriously). Most profoundly of all, the kid had expressive eyes. I sincerely hope he never played poker, because there was no way in hell that guy could lie and not be instantly called out. If he was happy, you could tell without him having to say a word. If he was feeling self conscious, his eyes let you know. And if he was sad… it was also obvious…

That last emotion was the most consistent. He was sad most of the time.

Wade started as a guard around a month ago. He was new, nervous, and clearly uprooted. He was also a sole hire in his orientation, so he hadn’t bonded with anyone. Whereas me and Galloway had each other, Wade was on his own.

Galloway and I helped to train him in his early days. I think she had a soft spot for the kid, and often took on a big sister type of role with him. If she noticed him having a shitty day, she’d flash him a smile (something that she definitely didn’t do often or for just anyone), and she’d point to him, then her arm, and make a tucking gesture. “I got you right underneath my wing, rookie,” she’d assure him. That usually made him laugh. And if I happened to notice him eating alone in the cafeteria (even though I personally enjoyed my solitude), I’d keep him company.

But we couldn’t be around him all of the time, which made him an easy target for the predators.

I knew that guy was going to have girl trouble. I warned him from the very first day when that bimbo with the black pixie-cut and the cocktail dress made herself comfy with him. Gwen was an attractive server, like most of the girls who delivered drinks were. But she had bad news written all over her. She had dark eyes (the eyes of a demon, in my opinion), heavy makeup, eyebrows that she’d spent just a little too much time on each day, large breasts, even larger butt (but not in a bad way, but she looked like she was doomed to pack on the pounds in the not-too-distant future). I thought she had a big mouth (probably for eating souls), but am willing to concede that she had a nice smile. It was disarming…

And the second that she started plucking at Wade’s uniform, badge, and belt, taking clear enjoyment in making him blush, I cautioned him simply with “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

Wade hadn’t listened to me. And it seemed like every week, that little hussy was playing head games with him. I suspect girl troubles weren’t the only personal problems that Wade had going on in his life. But he was alienated, kırıkhan escort and both me and Galloway felt bad for him. There were days when he would come into work with a bandage on his arm. And there were some days when he wouldn’t come in at all, and we’d fear that we wouldn’t see him again.

Galloway stepped up her game, for Wade’s sake (as she told me later).

I’d had the day off, so Galloway partnered up with Wade as floor rovers. They would walk as a pair around the gaming floor, maintaining a presence, making the customers feel safe, and just waiting for a call to come in.

Wade had been his usual self with Galloway. He was shy and withdrawn. I had a few ideas of why. I figured that he probably had a secret crush on Galloway. Most of the guys did (though some not as secret as others). And he was often nervous around her.

Galloway found that to be endearing. She liked him. Probably because he wasn’t like the other guys. He still believed in love and respect and honor… and all that crap (poetic, aren’t I?) Galloway might have been a sarcastic, stoic, badass bitch, but she had a soft spot for good men. In fact, I suspect that if she didn’t have me to keep her entertained, she’d definitely have an interest in Wade. But, unfortunately, nice guys finish last.

As they roved, Wade had his nose in his cell phone. He glanced at it for what must have been the hundredth time.

“Do you two want to be alone together?” Galloway cocked her eyebrow. She didn’t have much patience for people who were always on their phones.

“Huh?” He seemed like he was in a fog. Whatever hell was going on in his head on this day, he was having trouble seeing past it.

“I’m just saying,” Galloway continued, “If this were a date right now, I’d be heading for the door.”

“I’m sorry,” Wade said sheepishly.

“Focus,” she quipped, lightly slapping him on either side of his face, her voice heavy with sarcasm.

“Sorry… it’s just that this girl I’m seeing is playing head games.” He was nervous about explaining this to her.

“Gwen?”

Wade blinked at her, as if asking How’d you know?

“These eagle eyes see everything,” she squinted, trying to sound serious. “What’s she doing?”

Wade confided Gwen’s antics. From what Galloway relayed to me, it sounded like a classic case of ‘hard to get’. She’d bait Wade with a few text messages, then ignore him for prolonged periods. I knew that game. In other words, she was stringing him along just enough that when she needed an ego boost, she’d send Wade a message, convince herself that she could have him, then go right back to ignoring him.

“Did you fuck her yet?”

Wade flinched, genuinely surprised by Galloway’s crudity. “Jesus Galloway!”

“I’m guessing that’s a no.”

Wade sighed. “No.”

“Where is she right now?” Galloway asked.

“She’s assigned to the drink station in the high roller’s room.”

“Let’s go visit her,” Galloway insisted and they changed course across the gaming floor.

The high roller room was a relatively small blue tinted room off the beaten path. While most slot machines were a dollar or less per play, the high roller ones ranged anywhere from $10 to $1000 a pull. For that reason, it was usually quiet, empty, and boring. It held a small beverage station for waitresses, and a single-person cashier cage to one side for patrons to redeem their winnings.

When they entered, they spotted Gwen in the drink station, refilling a few orders, but otherwise looking genuinely bored. She was texting on her phone, but it wasn’t for Wade.

“Go say hello,” Galloway insisted. Wade looked unsure. She had to shove him to get him moving, like she was sending a child to his first day of school. “I’ll be out here,” she told him and left him to awkwardly chat.

She busied herself greeting the woman in the cashier cage and making small talk about the day, keeping a close eye on Wade and Gwen, reading their body language. Galloway admitted that it was a little painful to watch. Gwen had much more confidence, and Wade was simply struggling to stay afloat in a sea of being social, the likes of which he was not accustomed.

Galloway deliberately gave them a few minutes until they were in mid conversation and Wade looked more relaxed. Then she hurried over to join them. “We’ve got to go,” Galloway was unabashed about interrupting them. She took Wade by the arm and pulled her shocked partner away from the cocktail waitress. “Say goodbye to your little friend, and let’s get back to post.”

Wade and Gwen looked at each other, both a little upset to have been so rudely cut off. And Gwen regarded Galloway– clearly threatened by the attractive guard that Wade would be spending his shift with.

Wade didn’t get it. When they were back out on the main gaming floor, he was flustered. “What the hell did you do that for, Galloway?”

Galloway didn’t talk kızılay escort for several moments as they continued across the floor. Finally Wade’s phone began to buzz in his pocket. He glanced at it. Several text messages from Gwen were lighting up his screen, rapid fire: “I miss hanging out with you! We should get together tonight. Call me when you can.”

Wade met Galloway’s calm blue eyes, and there was clear wonder in his expression.

“You’re welcome,” she told him, and they resumed patrolling.

I must admit, that was a good fuckin’ move! At her core, Galloway was a tomboy. But she was also an attractive woman, and in the brains department, she was a wonderful hybrid– able to hold her own against 50+ crude and horny male guards with wandering eyes, and still recognizing the bullshit of other women– and not being afraid to throw it back in their faces. Galloway had used her good looks and her friendship with Wade to manipulate the manipulator.

Apparently, her gambit had worked.

The next day during shift change Wade had come in with a totally different vibe about him. I didn’t pick up on it at first, but Galloway was all over it. She stood in front of him, making a visible effort to scrutinize his face. This, of course, earned a blush out of Wade.

“What?” He asked her, finally.

“There’s something different about you,” she said, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She was chewing the inside of one of her lips.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Wade replied, making a considerable effort to not meet her gaze.

Finally Galloway’s eyes popped and she gasped. A little smile spread from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat. “Oh my god. You got laid.”

Wade couldn’t help but laugh. “Not so loud,” he said, “But yes.” He allowed himself a triumphant smile. It looked like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Naturally, me and Galloway were happy for him. Of course, Galloway was delighted that she’d hooked up her friend. “Good job, you slut. Soooo… did you really give it to her good?”

I sighed and put my arm around Galloway’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s go,” I started to steer her away, for Wade’s benefit.

Galloway didn’t relent. She put her hands together in front of her face, like she was praying. “Would it be totally out of line if I walked up to Gwen and asked her: ‘So… Wade… tell me where to stop.'” Galloway then started to spread her hands slowly apart.

Wade’s shock only sent Galloway into a fit of hysterics. I shrugged and gave the kid an apologetic look. She never got out of hand often. If anything, she was usually very composed. Although she had a few lapses, once in a while. This was one of them. I’d like to say it might have to do with the sex we had a few nights ago, and if it was actually possible to ‘fuck someone’s brains out’, because she was acting dumber than a box of hair right now. But I knew that couldn’t be it. She was just happy for the guy. Giddy.

And why shouldn’t she be? Shit, even I was happy for Wade. But I also had a bad feeling. A feeling like that trouble-making slut was going to break his heart.

* * *

A few weeks later, she did.

Galloway filled me in. Gwen was up to her usual shit. She’d stood Wade up for a date, claiming an illness. Then Galloway (after doing some sleuthing) had discovered that same night Gwen hosted a party with a few of the man-whore guards.

There was already some high-fiving going around. We weren’t sure of the specifics, but my assumption was that Gwen was the party. That was shitty. Wade had been pretty devastated. But at least he recognized it early and told Gwen to fuck off.

But he’d also had a few choice words for the other guards and hadn’t held back on what shit bags he thought they were.

Wade sighed. “Dude, this place is such bullshit,” he said to me, barely looking up from his turkey club. His coffee had gone cold.

Me and Galloway had joined him in the cafeteria. On this night we were mobile patrol– assigned to (what the egotistical managers liked to call) the ‘Mobile Unit’. “Mobile Unit,” Galloway once scoffed. “It’s a fuckin’ Ford Escape.” Regardless, the mobile unit had free roam. We would drive in circles in the dark, patrolling the parking lots, garages, and perimeter. It was a very boring post– our biggest issues involved jump-starting car batteries, or driving patrons to their vehicles if they were too nervous to walk alone in the dark. It came with a lot of down-time, hence the break we were taking.

Galloway listened to Wade. She was cautiously silent. Even though her face was relatively unchanged, I could tell that she felt bad. Galloway wasn’t nearly as cold as she acted. I knew that she was kicking herself for getting Wade and Gwen in bed together. She was probably thinking she should have left well enough alone with Gwen’s head games, but instead she’d somehow made it worse.

Wade was clearly beating himself up, trying to process this. “I know I only had a handful of dates with her, and we hooked up once. So we didn’t make any commitments… but still… if she was horny, what was so wrong with just calling me?”

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As I lay on my back, I saw, over Donna’s shoulder that Elle had silently come up from behind her. I couldn’t see from my angle but I could feel the strap on dildo beginning to enter Donna’s ass, since my flesh and blood cock was already buried in Donna’s pussy. Donna went still, not sure what to do. “Breathe normally,Donna,” I whispered. “Look at me, honey, look at me.” At that, she lowered her head and looked into my eyes.

“I’ve never done this before…in there, ” she murmurred. “A finger…my finger…nothing big…” I pulled her head down to mine and kissed her again. Elle was continuing to push in to her, I groaned as I felt the thick silicon cock slide across Donna’s thin membrane separating Elle’s shaft from my real one. Elle was slow, but relentless, and after a another couple of minutes, she was all the way inside of Donna. I asked her to hold it there while Donna got used to all of that cock, artificial and real, inside of her. It was a really intense experience. I was lying on my back, Donna was on top of me; my cock buried inside of her pussy, while she stared into my eyes, inches away. Behind her, my wife stood, an eight inch strap-on dildo buried to the hilt in the ass of Donna, Elle also looking into my eyes and biting her lower lip…waiting…waiting for me to say…

“Fuck her…fuck her ass, Elle!” I whispered hoarsely.

Elle slowly pulled back, I had to admit that the dildo felt good as it rippled out of Donna’s ass. I could feel it. Just when it felt as if she were going to pull all of the way out, Elle slid all the way back in…then slowly, back out…she began to develop a rythym. She was fucking us both. Donna closed her eyes as she began kissing me again. I kept my eyes open, because I was looking into the eyes of my wife who was fucking us. Donna’s second orgasm of the evening began to bubble up from inside her, I wasn’t far away from coming myself. Elle started pumping in and out of Donna faster. Donna came first…loud…intense, her finger nails dug into my shoulders…and then I came. It was so intense, I felt like I saw stars. Donna’s mouth was back on mine, and Elle, Elle was still pumping in and out of her. Donna began coming again, she was kissing me and trying to talk while she kissed. I had no idea what she was trying to say.

In what seemed like slow motion the excitement wound down. Elle slowly and carefully backed out of Donna and stepped back and out of my range of sight. Donna softly kissed me all over my face and neck. I laid on the bed for a few moments after Donna slid off of me. I felt so good and so drained at the same time. Like a typical guy, I drifted off to sleep for a few minutes. At some point I was awakened, lying on my back in the same position by a fully dressed Donna asking me if I would drive her home. I asked her to stay but she had something in the morning so I dragged myself up and noticed that she had showered while I napped. I turned as Elle padded into the bedroom also looking freshly showered, wearing one of my starched white shirts, unbuttoned. It was a hot look. I started getting hard again. She had that Elle look on her face that told me that I had missed something fun. How long was I asleep?

As we pulled out of the garage, I saw Jesse standing in front of his house with the blond guy Elle and I had seen him with earlier. Jesse waved as the Range Rover drove by, I flicked the lights rather than honk, it was after 1:00am by now. As I pulled out of our cul-de-sac, Susan, Jesse’s smoking hot mom was turning in and waved from her VW Rabbit, the way she swerved gave me an indication serdivan escort that she might be a bit buzzed. I turned to Donna and told her what a good time I had had tonight. She looked at me and said she was beginning to realize that she really was dating both of us. We chatted on the way home about what that meant to her and what it meant to me. As I pulled up in front of her apartment, she asked me not to come in. I asked if she were upset, and she giggled and said no, but her sister was in town and she didn’t want her to meet me like that. She said she was still trying to figure out how to explain Elle and me without her sister realizing she was dating a couple. Her sister was married and very conservative.

Now, I laughed and said, “Yeah, the married, Black boyfriend might be a tough explanation.”

Donna turned and gave me that smile that only women can do: “Lover, you wouldn’t be the first Black man she’s seen me with…” with that she leaned over and gave me a wicked kiss, unlike the semi-shy kissing I was used to getting from her. I liked this kiss, a lot. Then she surprised me again by sliding her hand over my leg and squeezing my cock, really hard, painfully hard, staring in to my eyes, and then she leaned back, giggled once more and hopped out. “Call me…” and she bounced up and in her door and was gone. She hadn’t bothered to close the door of the truck…I wondered what else my wife had taught her.

Elle

Elle pulled out of Donna’s ass and stepped back. The dildo glistened with the astroglide Elle had applied and Donna’s own internal lubrication. Elle looked at the reddened asshole she had just recently assaulted, Donna never made a sound all during the ass fucking. This girl really likes it rough, she thought to herself. Elle slowly realized from the lack of much movement on the bed that her husband must have come as well. She watched as Donna kissed him all over his face and neck and he barely moved. Elle smiled to herself and reached over and took hold of Donna’s ponytail, and carefully, but firmly pulled the young woman’s head back. Elle bent over and whispered into Donna’s ear:”Come with me.” Donna silently slid off of the body of her husband and Elle released her hair and walked silently out of the room, Donna following.

Elle walked into the the giant master bath, it was essentially hers, as Loring had claimed the smaller guest bath next door. ‘He said it was the secret to happy marriages, separate bathrooms’. Elle turned on the side jets in the oversized shower and stepped inside. Turning and leaning against the back wall she crooked her finger and signalled for Donna to come inside. Donna climbed inside the stall and pulled the glass door behind her. She pushed her body into Elle’s open arms. Elle smiled, as Donna’s very large and soft breasts pressed into her own. Elle realized that she was beginning to feel the same about large breasts as her husband did.

Elle reached over to her right and grabbed the soap from it’s resting place and began to wash Donna’s back and ass. Donna pushed her tongue into Elle’s mouth. After several minutes Elle slid out and around Donna, while pushing the younger woman face first against the back wall of the shower. Elle dropped to her knees, and proceeded to wash Donna’s legs. As she slowly rose she spent considerable time cleaning and washing the buxom brunette’s asshole and pussy. As Elle’s fingers slid inside of both of Donna’s holes, Elle heard her groan “Harder…please…harder….”

“You should be careful what you ask for, little serik escort girl…” Elle softly growled. Elle took her free hand, leaned back and smacked Donna on her ass. Her right hand was still inside of Donna.

The brunette sighed…”Yes, hurt me…” Elle looked up at the back of the head of the woman she had pushed against the shower wall. Donna spoke again, “It’s okay…I like it.”

Elle stood, slowly and leaned into Donna’s back. “All right, I’m new at this, and while I want to hurt you, I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me what you want.” With that, Donna slowly turned around and faced Elle. She kissed her softly on the lips and took Elle’s hand and stepped out of the shower. She didn’t go far, she walked over to the double basin and picked up the hair brush. Handing the brush to Elle, she turned back around and placed her palms on the basin and bent over. She looked up into the mirror and in to the reflection of Elle. Elle’s reflection stared back at her, waiting.

“Hard. I like it hard.” was all Donna whispered. Elle, wet from the shower took her left hand and braced herself against the basin. She took her right hand, holding the brush, and struck Donna’s left cheek. Donna made no sound, Elle looked into the mirror and saw Donna looking up at her, with a little curl to the side of her mouth. ‘ Is she smirking at me?’ Elle thought. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Elle landed four savage blows to Donna’s curvy little ass in the same amount of seconds. This time when Elle looked at Donna’s reflection the smirk was gone, but she did still directly stare into the redhead’s eyes.

“I’m going to tear your gorgeous little ass up…” Elle growled.

“Promise?”

Elle began with five hard swats on the left cheek again, followed by five equally painful ones on the right. Donna never made a sound. Elle switched the brush into her left hand and took Donna’s right nipple in her right hand and gave a wicked twist to it. Finally Donna made a sound. It was the sound of a sudden intake of air, and that was all. Elle began alternating cheeks with each blow. She hit Donna so hard her body shook but the brunette gave no reaction other than to continue to look into the eyes of Elle’s reflection. After what Elle was sure was at least fifteen minutes, she stopped beating Donna’s now red and purple buttocks and pulled her up by the hair. Pressing her body against the other woman and looking over her shoulder into their reflections in the mirror, she asked “What the hell do I have to do to you woman?”

“Nothing…I’m yours, completely.” With that Donna turned around and faced Elle, pressing her body into the slightly taller redhead’s, she slowly sank to her knees. She softly slid her index fingers along Elle’s vaginal lips and then leaned in and kissed Elle there. Sliding a finger inside Elle, she began to lick and suck on Elle’s lips. Elle surprised herself by cumming. She had been so worked up beating Donna that the soft, slow tenderness of what Donna was doing to her sent her over the edge. Elle tried to step back, but Donna pulled her back into her and continued her licking. Elle felt another orgasm coming on and gave into Donna’s mouth.

Now Elle sunk to the ground and into the arms of Donna. They sat on the tile holding and kissing one another. “I need another shower…”Elle whispered.

“Okay…may I wash you this time, my love?”

…After some time in the shower, the women dried each other off, kissing and playing with each other. Elle grabbed one of her husband’s shirts while Donna purposely slid on Elle’s seydikemer escort panties and then her own dress. Henry was napping on the bed when they returned in exactly the same position as when the left, his legs hanging over the side of the bed. As he got dressed to take Donna home, Elle stripped the bed and changed the mattress cover and sheets. After the two left, Elle went downstairs and made some tea. When Achilles ran to the back door and began barking, Elle walked over and looked in the back yard. Just as she was about to flick on the lights in the yard she made out two people in the hot tub.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness outside, she realized that the guy sitting on the side of the tub was the blonde guy that was with Jesse, Donna’s son, earlier that evening. And even more interesting was that in the tub, between the blonde guys legs, was Jesse, sucking his friend’s nice sized dick. Elle was frozen where she stood. Jesse sucked dick! His mom was right. Elle thought to herself it was kind of a shame for women, both of those guys had great bodies, especially Jesse, who was beautiful as well. As Elle watched, she noticed that Jesse appeared to be pretty experienced in giving blow jobs, in fact he was doing a very good deep throat on his buddy.

“Jesse!” was suddenly heard by Elle behind her closed door. “Jesse! How could you?” Susan, Jesse’s mom and Loring’s crush came walking around the side of the house. She stopped at the edge of the in ground tub, hands clenched into fists. “You! Get away from my son!”

“Mom, let me explain!” Jesse pleaded.

“You get away from my son!” Susan yelled, her voice a mixture of her southern drawl and obviously inebriated state. At this, the blond guy climbed out of the pool, grabbed what was apparently his clothes and walked around (keeping a safe distance from Susan) the hot tub and left. Jesse stood in the tub, his mother stood on the opposite side at the edge. She wasn’t yelling anymore but Elle couldn’t hear what they were saying. She wanted to open the door, but she was afraid Achilles would start barking again or dash outside. Jesse slid out of the pool and started to reach for his clothes.

Elle already knew that Jesse had a body like a greek god. She’s seen him mow lawns during the summer in cutoffs and shirtless for years. Now after a year at college on the football team, he was bigger and more cut. But neither Elle or his mother were prepared for the size of his dick. It was at least ten inches long and nearly the size of a can of soda around. Elle let the door open, Achilles didn’t run out or bark, he wagged his tail, recognizing Susan and Jesse, and turned and went back into the kitchen. Elle stepped into her yard. Jesse turned and looked at her, he was naked with a semi-hard on, she was practically naked wearing one of her husband’s shirts unbuttoned. Susan was wearing more, a tight little black dress, and 4 inch black pumps.

“Elle…I’m sorry to disturb your home. Jesse and I have to…talk.” The two women looked away from each other toward the muscular 19 year old whose dick was now fully erect.

“Mom, I like girls, they just don’t seem to like me. I can’t get anywhere with them!”

“Those are are some very stupid college girls…” Elle said out loud.

Susan looked at Elle then turned her attention back to her son. She stepped around the tub and walked awkwardly, a little drunk, toward her son. A few steps from Jesse, she reached out and touched his face. “Girls like you, baby, you just need some confidence…” Susan let go of her son’s face and in one fluid movement, she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head and off. Susan was now naked, except for black thong panties and her high heels. She stood inches from her son’s long, thick cock…

“Susan…Susan…” Elle called out

To Be Continued in “Greeks Bare Gifts”

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As soon as he opened the door, he knew he was in trouble. Blond-haired Joseph stood just a few feet in front of a man that he clearly recognized as his lover’s husband. Thirty-three-year-old Damian was a towering African-American man with long dreadlocks and well-built arms. Upon close inspection, he seemed like the kind of guy that numerous women would be swooning over. But judging by his blank stare, which caused Joseph to freeze himself in newfound dread, he wasn’t in the mood for a friendly visit.

Damian’s baritone voice emitted an alluring presence in Joseph’s ears. “I know about you and my wife.”

Joseph, a twenty-year-old white man, didn’t know what to do. He breathed through his nose before asking, “How…how did you find out?”

Damian took one slow step forward. “I saw the two of you at Staples Center watching the Lakers game. I saw everything, including the way the two of you fondled each other all evening.”

“I can explain everything.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have to do that. Let me in.”

Joseph took deeper breaths. “I don’t think I should.”

“I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

“Why should I?”

“I’ve already accepted that my wife has been cheating on me for weeks. She’s nothing to me now.”

“So what does that make me?”

“Let me in and we’ll talk. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Joseph shook his head. “I can’t do that.”

He was about to slam the door on Damian’s face when the visitor pushed away the swinging door and led himself in the apartment without permission. He slammed the door shut right away.

Joseph didn’t know what to do. He was trapped in his own home. He leaned against the couch while keeping his steady gaze at Damian, who looked around as if observing to adapt to a new environment.

“I can only assume that this is where you like to fuck her.”

Joseph started to shiver. He just had to tell the truth. “It happened twice…maybe three times.”

Damian’s blank stare didn’t change. “She liked it, didn’t she?”

“Yes, she did.”

Damian took a few more steps forward before being just a few inches away from Joseph, who was a few inches shorter than him. “Like I said, she’s nothing to me now. But you still have something to do with this, and that’s a problem.”

Joseph could smell the masculine tendencies which instigated off of Damian’s body and clothes. “To tell you the truth, I’m nervous right now. I don’t know what from me.”

“I just want payback.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Damian eyed him from top to bottom. “You do look handsome. No wonder my wife has already taken a liking to you.”

“Uh…thanks.”

Damian stepped back. “Take off your shirt.”

Mild confusion interfered with Joseph’s critical thinking skills. He hesitated when asking, “Why should I do that?”

“Because I say so. Now do it. And do it slowly.”

To avoid any missteps regarding life endangerment, bucak escort Joseph took off his t-shirt in an unhurried manner. He threw it on the couch and murmured, “Well, I did it. Now what?”

Damian had his eyes on the young man’s hairless abs, but a change in expression didn’t take effect just yet. “Now take off your jeans.”

“You’re going somewhere with this, aren’t you?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

Joseph grabbed his blue jeans and slid it down his legs. Once it reached his ankles, he kicked it aside before doing the same with his boxer shorts. He was not completely naked in front of his visitor.

Damian didn’t utter a single word when he eyed him in all directions, a look of sheer determination arising for just a few seconds. He walked around the blond man to get a good look at his entire bare body. Joseph didn’t move a muscle, even as Damian, coming from behind, lowered his head and kissed him on the shoulder. Joseph gasped, but he stood still. He didn’t know what to do. Fear, bewilderment, and a dash of excitement overwhelmed his five senses.

Damian whispered in his ear, “Tonight, I’m making you mine.”

By now, Joseph knew what was going to happen. Damian sought official retribution against his cheating wife, and his sexual urge was his weapon of choice.

Joseph murmured, “But what about your wife?”

“She’s not important. This is now between you and me, and I’m in charge. Turn around.”

Joseph did a 180-degree turn without complaints. Damian had already taken off his own shirt.

“How do I look?”

Joseph examined his muscular physique. The arms and abs appeared authentic, almost to the point that it produced an uncharted allure towards Joseph’s philosophical foundation.

“You look like a hunk.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

Joseph repeated his statement but with more charisma.

Damian kept his blank stare as he took off his pants and boxer shorts and hurled them in the corner. Joseph looked down to see the massive black cock that stood erect. Damian, as a matter of fact, had a body that demonstrated true strength and buoyancy. It represented an image of a well-built stallion.

Now, the two of them stood naked as complete opposites: dark and light skin, black and blond hair, authority and obedience.

Damian pointed at his cock. “Suck it right now.”

Joseph was almost speechless. “I don’t think I can do it.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed again. “Don’t think, just feel. You will taste it, and you will like it.”

After taking a deep breath, Joseph got down on his knees and began a long journey to a new world. He kissed Damian’s precious black cock before licking it from all sides.

Damian’s baritone voice became a reliable administrator for his new boy toy. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

Joseph whispered, “Whatever you say.”

“Suck it hard. Don’t say anything. Just bulancak escort do it.”

It didn’t take long for Joseph to stuff the entire cock deep inside his mouth. He couldn’t fathom the entire situation just yet. He didn’t question why he now had a big dick in his mouth. It just happened.

Damian asked, “You like that, don’t ya?”

Joseph didn’t answer. He just kept sucking it. Damian’s dick was so big that Joseph almost choked on it. He nevertheless swung his head forward and backward to receive the full flavor of a long hard cock.

“Come on, now. Do it faster. FASTER.”

Joseph picked up speed with his head movements. This time, Damian grabbed his head with his hands and moved it any way he wanted. Joseph didn’t struggle as he let him satisfy his own needs. The black cock did wonders to the blond man’s psyche. He had never done this sort of thing before. It felt strange, but at the same time, it was also a moderately unique experience.

Damian’s anticipated ejaculation came true as Joseph could feel the unwelcome slime flooding his mouth.

“Don’t spit it out.”

By obeying his command, the blond man swallowed the creamy substance with one gulp. More warm cream squirted from out of the shaft, and Joseph took the time swallowing everything given to him. Once Damian pulled his cock out from his mouth, Joseph had to take deep breaths from almost suffocating with such an enormous piece of Damian’s manhood in his mouth. He looked up to see a slight change to Damian’s neutral expression. A little half-smile formed on his face.

“How does it taste?”

Joseph licked off the remaining residue off of his lips. “It’s warm and thick.”

“Good. Now lie down on the floor.”

Without protesting, Joseph did what he was told. He lay on his stomach and waited for the impending human experiment about to unfold in the living room.

Damian was now on top of him. “I’m going to do the same thing you’ve done with my wife.”

Joseph felt a certain serpent touching his buttock. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Don’t ignore it. Feel it.”

Joseph could feel the warm intruder touching the walls of his little passageway. He clenched his teeth as such a mammoth entity wedged itself through. Once it hit the right spot from deep inside, Joseph closed his eyes and let out a long whimper.

Damian whispered, “Don’t try to fight it.”

He started thrusting in and out of his wife’s boyfriend, someone who was now no longer her cherished secret. Joseph moaned with every other thrust. It didn’t take long for him to embrace the truth. Damian kept smacking his ass with his hips while striking his inner tube with his prized possession.

“How does it feel?”

Joseph groaned. “It feels good!”

“That’s right. Take it!”

Damian grabbed him by the arms as his forward propulsion took effect with no sign of cooling down whatsoever.

Joseph bulanık escort cried out, “Oh, don’t stop! Please!”

“Tell me that you’re mine!”

“You own me!”

“Fuck, yeah!”

Damian didn’t stop pounding him right on the carpet. It was a continuous loop, fueling a growing quantity of high spirits without giving the hint of it ever discontinuing. The nonstop shoving grew faster and harder. The burning sensation from down below became a part of an untried practice for Joseph. He, however, didn’t move as he lay on his stomach, the soft and fragile threads of the carpet tickling his skin. Another man had complete control over his actions, and he followed the new set of rules that Damian had bestowed upon him.

“Oh, fuck!”

Joseph could no longer comprehend the intricacies of following the correct time. The dictatorial retribution in the shape of Damian’s primal instincts must have lasted longer than fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. But Joseph didn’t yearn for a fitting conclusion just yet. He still let his visitor break through his narrow hole for as long as he desired. The feeling of someone lying right on his back didn’t disturb Joseph at all. His panting grew quicker, his moaning grew louder, and his willingness to expose himself to Damian’s method of payback was near completion.

Damian thrust his cock deeper than ever before completing his long-awaited climax. Joseph’s final squeal was the loudest. He didn’t feel it just yet, but he imagined the thick creamy discharge filling up his vessel right about now.

Exhausted, Damian rested his head on Joseph’s shoulder and calmed his muscles. Both of them lay still on the carpet. Loud noises no longer became a nuisance in the living room as everything grew silent. The profound weight on Joseph’s back did little to lighten the blond man’s heavy breathing. The warm moisture in the room was enough for a few drops of sweat to slide down Joseph’s own skin. He could feel Damian’s perspiring chest and legs as they were pressed down behind him. It didn’t concern his senses in a negative manner because such an unfamiliar feeling did wonders to his current state of mind. He couldn’t fathom how it reworked itself, but the continuous animation he felt when Damian kept inserting his solid shaft in and out of him encompassed a more encouraging outcome for his heart and soul.

Damian kissed Joseph’s shoulder once again. After such a vigorous exercise in genuine retribution, a sweeter and simpler act proved to be such a relief to the younger man. Intimacy for someone of the same sex didn’t become a novelty for Joseph until now.

“I can’t believe it. This is my first time with another guy.”

Damian replied, “It won’t be the last.”

The visitor kept his black cock deep inside his new lover’s lower hole, but he relocated his mouth right above Joseph’s ear. His baritone whisper made the blond man’s entire body shiver. “My wife has betrayed me. And because of that, she won’t see you again. Instead, you will be seeing me. I’m keeping you as my own little secret. Understand that.”

Despite exhaustion, Joseph murmured, “Don’t worry. I do.”

“Give her a call and tell her that you’re through with her.”

“I will.”

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Boy,

You and I both know you need to suck cock. Let’s see what else you need.

60, 6’1″, 210. 7 inch cut.

Sir.

I read the ad and was surprised how it made me feel. I had wondered for a couple years, when alone, horny and watching porn on the computer, what it would be like to suck a cock. I had even masturbated a few times watching a woman sucking a cock until it exploded on her face or in her mouth and picturing myself in her position. I didn’t have feelings about men, but there was something about cocks that attracted me. And of course, like many I am sure, I would feel disgusted after I had cum and swear to never do it again.

But eventually I would find myself doing the same thing again and the pattern would repeat itself every few weeks. I had a girlfriend and we had great sex, and often, but you know how it is. Sometimes you just need the raw experience of doing things you would not necessarily want anyone else to know about. That is what I would do when I watched the porn and put myself in the place of the woman enjoying whatever cock or cocks it was she was pleasuring.

In my surfing I had run across a few sites that had personals where people would advertise for whatever sex it might be they were looking for. I figured out pretty early on that most of the ones from women were just disguised ads for hookers. And most of the others were from men that were either looking, without much hope of success, for women to fuck, or more often, men who wanted to be sucked off. Most of them were silly, but you could find enough, that if you suspended belief, described fantasies that were good for a masturbation session.

Then I came upon the above ad and it made me feel something I had never experienced before reading the ads. I found myself catching my breath and instantly hard. I felt like it was talking directly to me. I had thought about what a cock would feel like in my mouth, what cum blasting into my mouth or covering my face would do to me and here was this man who seemed to know exactly what my fantasy was. I didn’t know what he meant by what else I might need, but I focused on his saying we both knew I needed to suck cock and what it would be like to service him. I masturbated fast and furious and had an immense orgasm and then, the guilt flooded in and I quickly shut down the site, cleaned myself up and went about my day.

Over the next few days I could not get that ad out of my mind. I wondered about the fact that he was 60 years old, and would that make it better or worse to do what I imagined doing to please him. But then I would think that an older man was probably perfect for my secret fantasy as they would be more patient and into more than just cumming as fast as possible. I could not get the thought out of my mind and eventually I returned to the site and was surprised to find his ad still up. As I read and reread it I slowly stroked my own small cock and the idea came to answer the ad and see what his response was. I knew I could stay anonymous and would not have to follow through but that it might give me more fodder for my masturbation fantasies.

Before I could change my mind çarşamba escort I sent off the following response…

Sir,

I do not know how you know about my need to suck cock but it is true. I have never done anything like this before but the idea has been in my head for a long time and I find myself more and more drawn to the thought of providing oral service to a man.

28, 5’10”, 145, 5 ½” cut.

Boy

Did I just sign that boy? Did I want this man to treat me like a boy? I found I did, that the idea I would be submitting to a man who knew what I needed added to the idea of just sucking someone off. I quickly hit send, before I could change my mind, and then again, quickly masturbated to a strong orgasm. And as usual, I felt dirty after cumming and shut down the system.

The next day I opened my email and found this.

Boy,

I am glad you realize that you need to suck cock. I understand that you fear this feeling but that it is something you can’t get out of your mind. There are men and there are boys. Men need to be serviced; boys need to provide that service. There is nothing wrong with being a boy, we can’t all be men, but it is a shame to have this need and desire and not act on it. I live alone and can host you if you are ready to discover how you will feel when you finally allow yourself to serve a man and be his cocksucker. I do not want to waste time sending endless emails back and forth. Respond only if you are ready to kneel and suck my cock. Prove this by providing your phone number in your response, otherwise do not both to respond.

Sir.

Needless to say I was rock hard reading this response. I knew I could not answer him because I could not give out my phone number. That would make it too real and all I thought I was asking for was a fantasy to masturbate while imagining what it would be like. Over the next several days I kept returning to that email and each time I enjoyed an orgasm that exceeded any my girlfriend gave me or I gave myself thinking about anything else.

As you might guess, the desire and yes, the need grew and the day came, about a week later when I quickly responded with my phone number and a confirmed desire to please him. It was a few days later when a call came just as I was getting home and from a number I did not recognize. I answered, not really thinking about who it might be from.

“Hello”

“Is this Boy?” came the reply.

I couldn’t breathe. I froze and said nothing for a few seconds and then he said again, “I said is this boy? Answer now or I hang up and find someone else to help understand who they are.”

“This is boy,” I stammered, “Yes sir.”

He said an address and said in a way that did not allow discussion “Be here in one hour!” And then he hung up.

I stared at the phone, my heart beating a million beats a minute and wondered what I should do. Here was my chance to experience what I had been fantasizing about, but here was something I could not come back from. Sucking cock was something I wanted, or perhaps needed to try, but if I did I could never again pretend I had not done çaycuma escort so. I would indeed be a cocksucker and there was a part of me that was scared to death at that thought. But there was the other part of me that knew it was now or never. That I needed to try this. After all I would never have to do it again, but I might never have a chance to do it again either. Without even really being aware of it, I found myself in my car heading over to the address he had given which was only a couple miles away.

I pulled up in front of a nice house, in a pretty average looking neighborhood and parked. I sat there with the motor running and staring at the house, hardly able to breathe. Was I really going to do this? Could I really do this? Should I really do this? I could not get my brain to settle down. I kept running over the pros and cons of going in. If I went in would I really have to follow through, or could I change my mind if it didn’t feel right and leave and forget this had ever happened. My cock was hard, but my nerves were on edge. Then the phone rang.

“Boy, I see you sitting out there, either get out of your car and come in and discover how you were made to suck cock or leave now and always wonder. This is your only chance.” And then he hung up. He said this without malice or anger, just stating a fact. I hesitated. Without really understanding why, but knowing that I was feeling things I had never felt before, things that felt right and true, I got out of the car and walked up nervously to the front door. Before I knocked he opened the door and beckoned me in.

He was old enough to be my father, but he had a presence that compelled me to ignore my doubts and walk into his house. He was wearing slippers and a robe that did little to hide the fact that he was in shape and he had an air that made clear he was and expected to be in charge. He pointed into the living room and told me to take a seat. Again, almost in a trance and unable to do anything other than as directed I walked to the chair and sat down. He took a seat on the couch opposite me and just looked at me. The silence dragged on for what seemed hours but was really only a few moments then looked at me and said, “Boys who are ready to serve men do not wear clothes.”

I still do not fully understand what came over me, but without hesitation I stood and disrobed. I had never been naked in front of an older man before, let alone with an erection like I now had. I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there, arms at my side and watched him watching me. Finally he said, “What are you here for boy?”

I didn’t know what to say so I just stared at him like a fool until he stood up and said in a firmer voice, “Boy, we both know why you are here, but until you say it, it won’t happen. Your hard little cock tells me that you know you want and need this, so stop the bullshit and say it.”

“I am here to suck your cock,” I said, not quite believing I had said it outloud, and he just kept staring at me until I added, “Sir.”

“Then get on your knees boy.” He said and I did without thinking, without any thought in my head. I was çayırova escort blank. This was really happening and here I was on my knees and he was walking toward me undoing the knot on his robe. As it fell open I got a glimpse of his cock and it made my own hard cock even more erect. It was fully hard and beautiful. Did I just think a cock was beautiful? I did, and it was. It was about 7 inches as he had said and it was perfectly shaped. His balls were large and hung down and hairless. He stood in front of me and said with a smile “Go on, take it in your hands and caress and explore it,”

Again, without any conscious thought I reached up with my right hand and began gently running my fingers along its hard shape. It felt right. I felt like I was exactly where I needed to be. I ran my fingers up and down the shaft, lightly touching what I now knew I wanted more than anything to explore. “Don’t forget my balls boy.” He said.

My left hand came up of its own accord and cupped his balls. They felt heavy but amazing and I found myself lost in the moment with no other thought than to please this magnificent cock. He watched me with an amused look on his face and asked, “Are you ready boy? Are you ready to discover what you were put here on earth to do? Are you ready to finally understand that you belong on your knees pleasing a real man? Are you ready to become the cocksucker we both know you were born to be?”

I could only say, while lost in the amazing sensation of feeling the heat of his cock in my hands, “Yes Sir.”

“Then kiss the head of my cock, look in my eyes and ask to be my cocksucker.” He said.

I hesitated, the words caught in my throat, but my hands never leaving the shaft and balls being offered me. “Say it boy, say it now or leave.” He said.

I bent forward without thinking and kissed the head of his cock. “Can I be your cocksucker Sir?” I said, adding I know not why, “Please.”

“Do it boy.” He said.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth and was transformed when I felt its hard, yet soft, skin running against my lips. I know I was where I belonged. I knew this would not be the last cock I sucked. I knew that from now on, as much as I enjoyed sex with women I would always need to please men. I knew that I was a boy, not a man. I knew that my purpose was to bring this man pleasure. To suck him until he told me I was done by cumming in my mouth. I knew that I wanted his cum, that I wanted him to think of me as his toy, to use however he wanted. I knew I would never say no to him if he wanted me to please him.

I worked my mouth up and down his cock, taking a bit more of him each time into my throat. I gagged a couple of times, but like I was born to this I was able to give myself more and more to his pleasure. I felt him growing harder and his balls pull up in my hand and knew my reward was about to happen. He started thrusting harder into my mouth, fucking my mouth, fucking his boy. I gave myself totally to the sensation of his cock, my mouth and the cum that would soon be flooding it.

He let out a loud moan and my mouth was flooded with cum, delicious cum, amazing cum. I was now his cocksucker. I was his boy. I was his toy. I was his to use anytime he wanted and we both knew it. As his cock began to soften in my mouth I came myself, almost as an afterthought. Not touching myself, just cumming with the knowledge I had made this Man cum. I knew my life would never be the same.

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Chapter Eleven – A Risk Worth Taking

“A night to remember,” Aidan mumbled to himself as he took the package just delivered by his door, and went inside.

He inhaled once and then exhaled. He hoped Heathcliff wasn’t in the mood to make fun of him, by sending him something like knee-high socks and pom-poms. At first glance, there seemed to be no pom-poms. Good. He could breathe normally.

So Heathcliff had opted for normal clothes, by the looks of it. What the hell was that guy thinking? That Aidan didn’t have a pair a jeans and a t-shirt? He took a small critical look at the jeggings neatly packed. And then he took out a white tee with some imprint on the front face.

With a shrug, he decided to try them on. If they didn’t fit, he could make fun of Stone later, seeing how stubborn he had been about knowing a man’s measurements just by looking at him.

Well, the jeggings fit, but jeggings fit anyone. Aidan looked in the mirror and grimaced. Of course, Heathcliff had to choose something that gave his ass a lift job. Like it wasn’t enough that he had that kind of butt. Obviously, Heathcliff still wanted to make a little fun of him. But, Aidan thought, as he looked again critically at his behind, his ass did look good in those jeans.

He just hoped the t-shirt wasn’t going to be tight fitting. Unlike the fitness guru he had to babysit, he had no six pack to show off through his tee. Of course, Aidan remembered and his mood dipped. He was invited to hit the clubs with Heathcliff only because he needed to keep his eyes on that wandering dick.

At least, the t-shirt was comfortable and not revealing. That pre-washed style was precisely what Aidan liked when he wasn’t in a suit. And it fell below the waistline, so his ass wasn’t going to stick out too much.

The jeans were ankle-cropped, so he needed some loafers to match them. No wonder, he thought as he looked inside the box. Heathcliff had thought of everything. He took out the soft suede shoes and tried them on. Not only they fit; they were also comfortable.

Aidan took one last critical look at himself in the mirror. Well, he did look nice. He looked nicer than usual, and seeing that he had just put on some jeans and a t-shirt said something about Heathcliff’s taste in clothes. Probably the guy could work in the fashion industry if he didn’t care about being a fitness guru anymore.

Too bad Heathcliff didn’t have the same good taste in men. Aidan stopped himself with a grimace. He was acting like a jealous prick, and, even if there was no one to see him doing that, it was still wrong. And Heathcliff had great taste in men. Only the most gorgeous male specimens to ever walk the earth landed in the guy’s bed.

So, in the end, he was just a jealous prick, Aidan thought grimly. And why was he jealous, anyways? Heathcliff had basically said that he wanted to fuck him. Aidan could say the word, and that would happen.

But then what? Setting aside the fact that it would have been dangerous to get freaky with one of the company’s business partners, there was nothing to look forward to after that. Men like Heathcliff Stone were good to be erotic fantasy material, but nothing else.

As he had said before, for Heathcliff, it would have been just another conquest. And that man loved to move on fast from one guy to another, almost as much as he liked men in general. Aidan didn’t want that. He would not be able to face Heathcliff again if they were to screw once and then meet again like they were people working together and nothing more.

In a way, he could understand why office romance was so frowned upon at his company. Working side by side with someone one had been so intimately with once the passion fizzled out had to suck balls.

Aidan didn’t want to test how much of that theory was correct. As always, he needed to play safe.

His phone interrupted his train of thought. Looking at the screen, he smiled against himself. Of course, Heathcliff had to call him, ask if the clothes fit and gloat about how right he always was.

“Hey,” he began.

“Have you already tried on the clothes, bunny boy?”

Aidan rolled his eyes. Was Heathcliff easy to read or what? “Yes, and they fit, thank you very much. Now, before you start congratulating yourself, yes, I admit, they are perfect. Even the shoes. You could be a fashion designer in your spare time, or a seamstress, as I said.”

“Have you tried on everything?”

Aidan was a bit puzzled. “Come on, Stone, you don’t suspect me of not knowing how to put on a pair of jeans, I hope. And I have plenty of jeans, you know?”

“Bunny boy, listen closely. Have you tried on everything?”

“Yes, you spoiled fitness guru, impossible being that you are,” Aidan said with a huff. “I currently wear the t-shirt, the jeggings, and the loafers. Are you satisfied now? How much of a control freak can you be? I won’t make you look bad at the club, don’t worry. I promise you won’t even know I’m there.”

“Hmm. You haven’t tried on everything,” cumra escort Heathcliff said. “I hope there wasn’t some snafu with the delivery. Go look inside the box.”

“Okay,” Aidan replied. “Can you please tell me what should I be looking for?”

“It’s a surprise,” Heathcliff’s voice dropped low. “Just look for it. And, of course, once you find it, put it on.”

Aidan shrugged and began rummaging through the box. With a frown, he extracted a small package he had missed before. He pressed the phone between his cheek and shoulder so that he could rip open the package.

And almost dropped the phone when he looked at the small strange object in his hands.

“Seriously, Stone?” He threw the offending thing on the bed.

“Of course. Come on. Your outfit will not be complete without it.”

“A thong? Pink on top of everything else?”

Heathcliff’s chuckle on the other end was making him shiver. The man had some nerve.

“What? I think it would show your naughty side.”

“I don’t have a naughty side! And for your information, underwear is worn underneath your clothes. So there’s nothing to show!”

“Yes, you do have a naughty side.” Heathcliff was ignoring what he was saying on purpose. “But you’re shy, too. First, I thought black would be a good fit, but I changed my mind. Pink is your color, bunny boy.”

“I can’t believe you!” Aidan sputtered.

“So, are you going to wear it?” Heathcliff asked, completely ignoring Aidan’s indignation.

“What I’m going to do is that I’ll turn it into a sling and I’ll come by your house to break all your windows,” Aidan said with conviction.

Heathcliff laughed. “Ha! Good luck finding any pebbles on my perfectly manicured lawn.”

“I’ll bring my own, don’t worry,” Aidan replied.

“Aww, are you really that upset, bunny boy?” Heathcliff drawled the words on purpose.

“Of course I’m upset! You’re blatantly flirting!”

“And? Who has ever died from flirting?”

“I feel the itch to strangle you a little. Probably with that pink thong you so carefully chose for me. So there’s a start for everything.”

Heathcliff was laughing so hard right now that Aidan had to keep the phone a bit away from his ear.

“I like you, Aidan Spark,” Heathcliff said as soon as he managed to regain his voice.

Aidan wanted to say something but had no idea what he could say to that. Also, his cheeks were on fire now, and it wasn’t because of his indignation over the pink thong. He felt warm all over.

“Don’t forget. Nine pm, sharp.”

“Are you going to leave without me if I’m there, let’s say at one minute past nine?” Aidan said, trying to pretend he was cool and collected.

“No, if you’re not here, I’ll come to get you,” Heathcliff said softly. “And I’m going to have you wear that thong, whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll be there on time. I’d rather wear my own underwear,” Aidan said dryly.

“Good. See you, bunny boy.”

Aidan swallowed hard as he stared at his phone after the conversation was over. Yeah, Heathcliff was playing in the big league while he, Aidan, was not even qualified to be called an amateur.

***

Heathcliff whistled a happy tune as he watched himself in the mirror. The long sleeved shirt was dark blue, as his pants. His choice of outfit was a bit more serious than what he usually wore when he went out clubbing, but more than ever in his life, he wanted to impress his date.

He opened one button more, but then he reconsidered. The point was to avoid going over the top. Aidan Spark was not going to know what hit him. If the bunny wanted to keep things professional, that was an approach Heathcliff was more than willing to try.

But first, he was going to put Aidan through his paces. After all, Heathcliff was dying to see more of the real Aidan. Usually, an ass like that and a cute face like Aidan’s were enough incentives for him to make a move. But now, for some reason, he wanted more. He could not exactly define what that was, but he intended to explore it thoroughly.

Yes, Heathcliff admired himself in the mirror one last time. He looked like he meant serious business. He checked his wrist watch, and, on cue, his doorbell rang. The bunny was there, right on schedule, as expected.

He opened the door with a bit of impatience and smiled fondly as his eyes set on his babysitter. Aidan looked perfect in the clothes Heathcliff had picked for him. Also, he looked more his age, and more relaxed. His hair was a little tousled, too, and Heathcliff expected that some hairstyling attempts had been made in that area.

Aidan looked good, but also, very much surprised.

“Is this what you’re going to wear?” Aidan pointed at Heathcliff.

“No ‘hello’, no nothing?” Heathcliff chided his guest, opening his arms wide.

“Sorry, hi,” Aidan said right away.

Heathcliff knew he couldn’t help it. He reached out and ruffled Aidan’s hair. A pair of miffed eyes stared at him, their dalaman escort owner obviously taking affront. But Aidan didn’t move his head away, so Heathcliff’s touch turned into a caress. For a couple of seconds, they stared at one another.

Aidan was the first to react, breaking the silence.

“Well, what’s with the business smart yet casual look? We won’t look good together! I mean -” Aidan stuttered.

“I thought you were only going to lurk from the shadows? Where are your NDAs, bunny boy?” Heathcliff inspected Aidan like he expected him to produce official papers out of nowhere suddenly.

Aidan took out his phone out of a back pocket and showed it to Heathcliff. “It’s not customary for how my company does things, but I think going digital for one night won’t hurt anyone,” he explained.

“Oh, I see. You’re always ready, like a boy scout.” Heathcliff smiled. “What don’t you like about my clothes? Don’t you think I can get enough attention dressed like this?” He pointed at his body on purpose.

Aidan’s eyes were looking him up and down with a hungry look. It was a good thing that bunny boy was so young. He had no censure when it came to things he didn’t think visible with the naked eye by others.

“Of course, that’s not the point.” Aidan shook his head. “But you’re overdressed, and I’m underdressed, given the circumstances. I thought you were worried I’d make you look bad. Now it looks like you only care about me doing exactly that. I could have worn a suit,” he said, pursing his lips.

“No, bunny boy, you couldn’t have.” Heathcliff smiled and stepped out of the house. “Now let’s go. Since we’re in a professional relationship, I only thought it suitable to dress the part.”

Aidan shook his head and exhaled. Heathcliff had every reason to be pleased with himself. Regardless of what he was saying, bunny boy was into him big time, and Heathcliff was going to capitalize on that attraction. He only needed to play his cards right, and his prey was going to be ensnared before the night was over.

***

“Why are you walking two steps behind?” Heathcliff asked, throwing a curious look at him.

“I don’t want people to have the impression that we’re together. While I’m here on official business, I have no wish to sabotage your chances to get laid,” Aidan said quickly.

He was pretty nervous if anyone asked him. Not that he had never been in a gay club, but this time and this place were different. First of all, they were inside some posh establishment, and they had gotten in without waiting one minute at the door. The bouncer had thrown Aidan an appreciative look and acted friendly toward Heathcliff. Then he had allowed them to walk inside, not without throwing a short ‘nice catch, Heath’ at Heathcliff, and being met with an all-knowing smirk.

Oh, Aidan had seen everything but said nothing. After all, it was no wonder that bouncers and whatnot knew Heathcliff. What was surprising was the bouncer telling Heathcliff that. Seeing what kind of men were usually in the man’s bed, Aidan must have looked homely and average.

Maybe it was some inside joke. Maybe, from time to time, Heathcliff chose some random guy for a pity fuck, and that was it. With that conviction in mind, Aidan decided to stay a little back and let Heathcliff bask in the usual attention.

It looked like his companion had a different plan. Heathcliff grabbed him by the shoulders and made him walk side by side with him.

If things were going to keep up like that, he was lost, Aidan thought. He could smell Heathcliff’s expensive cologne and feel his warmth. If the man was going to do as little as breath in his direction, his legs were going to buckle under him. Good thing Heathcliff was keeping him close.

“Are you okay, Aidan?” Heathcliff whispered into his ear.

“Are we on the first-name basis now? I thought you were all business tonight,” Aidan whispered back.

It was nice to hear Heathcliff calling him by his given name. Too nice, actually, and that was a huge problem. His legs weren’t quite bucking under him, but he needed to draw all the irony he could muster to avoid making a total fool of himself.

The more he wanted to swear off Heathcliff and to entertain any idea of erotic nature about him, the deeper he was sinking. Aidan had a mind to make a run for the door and spare himself the embarrassment.

“I like your name, you little fire,” Heathcliff’s voice dropped low.

Aidan gasped. What the hell? Had Heathcliff been looking into the meaning of his name? Why? With some difficulty, he got a hold of himself.

“I like your name, too, although you’re nothing like the tortured hero from Wuthering Heights,” he replied casually.

“Would you like me to behave like a tortured hero?” Heathcliff asked smoothly.

“No, actually, I’d like you to have fun tonight. I know it’s been a lot. People at my company can be overbearing sometimes. So feel free to hook up, and I’ll take care of NDAs datça escort and whatnot without getting in your way.”

Heathcliff chuckled. “So generous of you.”

“People are looking at you.” Aidan gestured with his chin toward no one in particular.

Of course, there were plenty of interested looks thrown their way. Aidan wasn’t in the least surprised. Carefully, he extracted himself from Heathcliff’s hold.

“Come on,” he said. “There are so many gorgeous men here tonight. You must be thrilled. Look, someone’s already coming your way.”

Aidan was sure he was babbling like an idiot, but he could not help it. A man in his late thirties, with a nicely groomed beard, dressed up about the same as Heathcliff was making his way toward them. Well, the guy was handsome, tall and strong, but he was not precisely Heathcliff’s type. Probably Heathcliff was going to let him down gently.

Aidan stepped aside, determined to give his companion free rein to mingle. But, to his surprise, the stranger stopped in front of him.

“What’s your name, cutie?” The man towered over him.

Aidan almost took one step back. From up close, the guy was pretty impressive.

“My name … Um … Sorry, I’m working tonight,” Aidan said quickly, putting his hands over his chest in an unconscious defensive gesture.

The man blinked a couple of times and then smiled.

“May I ask what your job is about? You don’t look like a waiter or a bartender. Are you maybe a stripper?” The stranger leaned in closer, and Aidan gulped.

A stripper? That was not exactly a good idea for a joke. But the man’s interest seemed genuine.

“No.” Aidan shook his head energetically. “I must look after someone. I can’t say more. It’s, um, confidential.”

He searched with his eyes for Heathcliff. His charge was several feet away, relaxing on a sofa, and already engaged in conversation with a handsome man. Heathcliff’s companion was a guy in his late 20s, with longish brown hair, and by the looks of it, he was also pretty attractive.

The pang of jealousy Aidan had felt earlier squeezed his heart. But that was why he was there. Heathcliff would do what he wanted, with whom he wanted, and Aidan wouldn’t stop him.

“Mysterious. I like it.” The man who had approached him drew closer.

Aidan looked up.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could, um, make your acquaintance,” he struggled to find his words, “but I’m working tonight.”

“It’s okay,” the man said with a broad smile. “Here’s my card. If you’re ever not working, and in the mood for a drink and more, call me.”

Aidan was pretty stunned as he stood there with the man’s card in his hand. Eventually, he shook his head and looked over at Heathcliff. Well, it didn’t look like there was any progress on that front. Heathcliff seemed to enjoy his conversation with his companion, but, by body language signs, there was no sexual interest just yet between them.

Aidan decided to scoot over and climb a high seat at the bar so that he could observe his charge without being too intrusive. Suddenly, he felt a pat on his back. He turned to look at the bartender who welcomed him with a bright smile. The man was as young as he was and wore what could be called fascinating eye contacts that made his eyes look like a tiger’s. Aidan was probably gawking. The bartender smirked.

Of course, he shook his head. If he sat at the bar, he needed to order something. He was going to ask for some sparkling water and hope he didn’t have to break the bank for it, seeing how posh the place looked.

“This is for you.” The bartender pushed a small tray with three drinks on it toward him.

Aidan stared stupidly at the tray.

“What?” he barely managed. “I didn’t order anything. And I can’t drink!”

“Oh, baby, you’re so sweet.” The bartender guffawed. “Just take the tray over to Heath’s table. The red one’s for you,” the man added and winked at him.

“What’s in it?” Aidan looked at the tall glass suspiciously. Well, obviously, neither the Old Fashioned nor the Roman Holiday could be for him.

“Don’t worry, darling. It’s just a Shirley Temple. For a cutie like you, it’s just what you need.”

By how the bartender grinned, Aidan was pretty sure that wasn’t a Shirley Temple. But, with a sigh, he took the tray. What was Heathcliff playing at? Wasn’t he supposed to lay back and let Heathcliff fool around?

For the moment, he wasn’t going to protest. He was just going to take the drinks to Heathcliff’s table and find out what was going on. Maybe Heathcliff didn’t like that guy and was using Aidan to pretend he was taken? It wasn’t exactly in his job description, but Aidan could do that. However, there were three drinks there, so that scenario was unlikely.

He walked over with the tray in his hands. Heathcliff seemed deep in conversation with his companion, just as before. Could it be the two were just friends? Aidan felt relieved. He placed the drinks carefully on the table.

Heathcliff finally looked at him. “How come you’re not on the dance floor? I thought someone was already courting you.”

Aidan pursed his lips. Was it okay to give away what his role was, in front of the other?

“I’m Michael.” The stranger stretched out his hand, putting a stop to his dilemma for the moment.

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