The Adventures of a Janitor Ch. 01

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After failing my freshman year in college, for the second time, dad refused to pay for another year — understandably so — and told me to find a job. He refused to support “a 21-year old dead beat” and said I had six months to earn enough money to find my own place.

With just a high school degree, there weren’t that many jobs to choose from. As a matter of fact, after three weeks of searching, the only job I was even allowed to interview for, was janitor/night guard at the local college. Who ever said the universe doesn’t have a sense of humor?

The interview with Dean Anderson took about an hour; most of which he spent telling me what a disappointment I was, how I had squandered chances other people could only dream about. After calling me lazy, uninspired, self-destructive and a loser, he concluded that he would hire me as a warning to other students so they would take their education seriously. After all, who wants to end up as a janitor?

And, after that uplifting and highly motivational talk, there was even a little time left to discuss the job itself. Originally, the position had been for janitor only. Due to cutbacks, the college had been forced to fire the night guard some years back, and up until a weeks ago, there had been no plans to refill the position.

That changed, however, when the board learned that one of their alumni, Elise Wilson, an international gymnastics champion, was coming back to town. She wanted to take a break and spend some time with her family. At least that was the official story. In truth, her career was over. She hadn’t won any major competition in years, and now, at the age of 35, it was simply too late for her.

But, because of the prestige she had brought to the college — and our town — the board decided to grant her access to the college sporting facilities, i.e. the gym. In order not to interfere with regular school activities, Elise would be allowed to use the gym after hours, which meant a minimum level of surveillance was required.

As a result, the job of janitor and night guard had been combined into one. Aside from the normal janitorial duties, I was also required to make two or three security rounds, patrolling the entire building. As a result, my working hours sucked: my shift started at 5.30pm — right after classes — and ended at 2h30.

As Elise and I would be the only ones with access to the building after hours, we were bound to run into each other at some point. I was told not to interfere with her training schedule in any way, and to accommodate her to the best of my abilities. Reluctantly, I agreed to the terms and signed the contract. What choice did I have?

That night I looked up Elise on my laptop. I remembered hearing about her, back in the day, but didn’t quite know what she looked like. Unfortunately, there weren’t too many recent pictures of her to be found. From the older ones, taken during her glory days, however, I was able to deduce that she’d been quite the looker — if a bit scrawny.

With my curiosity satisfied, I moved on to more important things, such as jacking off and spraying a few loads of sperm on my bedroom floor and my furniture — which was part of my daily routine. As you can imagine, I led a sad and pretty uneventful life. My job was not only tedious and pointless, but also extremely lonely. Aside from some diligent faculty members and students at the beginning of my shift, I never saw anyone.

But, being the glass-is-half-full kind of guy, I also realized that being in a deserted campus every night was a unique opportunity for a sexually frustrated wanker such as myself. So, instead of only pumping my dick in the privacy of my bedroom, I also started walking around naked on the job, and jacking off wherever I wanted. Being in the prime of my life, I was dropping about three or four juicy loads every day.

For weeks on end, I did nothing else but work, eat, sleep and masturbate — a lot. That routine abruptly came to an end when I met Elise for the first time. It was around 6.30pm and I was mopping the floor of one of the main corridors — luckily wearing clothes for once.

I had my headphones on and accidently bumped into something — or more accurately, someone — as I was walking backwards. Startled and surprised, I quickly turned around and laid eyes on the most beautiful, sexy woman I had ever seen.

Although I vaguely recognized her from the pictures, she looked about a million times hotter now. Her short, sporty haircut had been replaced by long, beautiful, blond hair, currently tied up in a ponytail. She had definitely grown a cup size — now a solid C, I reckoned — and overall, she just seemed a bit heavier, thank goodness.

I quickly took off my head phones and started apologizing. Unfortunately, she wasn’t interested in what I had to say, gave me an angry, scolding look and walked on towards the gym. I gawked at her bare muscular legs, at her tight, juicy ass — cladded in black, spandex shorts — and at her backside, adorned Maltepe Anal Escort in a pink, cross- back sports bra. Christ, she looked hot!

Naturally, I had an instant boner. As I stood there, gazing into the already empty corridor, I wondered how anyone could be so beautiful! I know, pretty cheesy huh. To compensate for those cheesy, warm feelings, I headed for the nearest bathroom and had a good, long wank. With the memory of her still fresh, I had no trouble spurting all over the tiled floor. I had already cleaned that particular restroom but just left my cum to dry and continued with my duties.

When I made my rounds several hours later and walked by the location where I had bumped into her, I noticed litter all over the place; a banana peel, an empty sports drink bottle, plastic wraps of some sort, crumpled up pieces of paper…

I had heard stories about her. How she was a stuck-up bitch, thinking she was better than the rest of us. How she was a spoiled brat, and had been mean to her whole entourage — and that was why her career was in a slump. Then, on a more personal level, there were the usual rumors that she was a dyke, or asexual, or a slut.

I made it a point in life never to judge people by what other people said, and to make up my own mind about them — especially when they were drop dead gorgeous. Although I found her reaction a tad immature, I was willing to take the blame for the whole incident. I decided to apologize next time I saw her and to try and smooth things over.

And so, the following evening, I made sure I caught her after her training, on her way out. I apologized extensively, not even mentioning her spiteful littering. Although she looked at me arrogantly and seemed uninterested in anything I had to say, I developed another boner right then and there.

When I was finished, she didn’t say a word. Instead, she simply extended her arm and slowly turned her sports drink bottle upside down, pouring the contents onto the floor. Then, she screwed the top back on and threw the empty bottle against my head. My cock instantly grew another inch. As she turned and walked away, I couldn’t help but gawk at her ass and legs, again.

Yes, it was mean and humiliating what she had done… and yes, part of me was angry, but I was also fucking horny. I promptly stripped off all my clothes and kneeled down on the floor, jacking my obscenely big fuck stick like there was no tomorrow. After barely three minutes, I arched my back and growled, convulsing wildly and shooting my load into the puddle of sports drink before me.

After taking a little breather, I cleaned everything up, and walked around naked for the rest of my shift, jacking out another two loads before going home.

The following night, figuring the safest course of action was to stay out of her way, I avoided the general area of the gym until I knew for sure she’d gone. But, when I made my rounds around midnight and walked past the corridor where she had humiliated me the night before, I was baffled to see that Elise, apparently, wasn’t the type to just forgive and forget.

Not only had she poured out another one of her sports drinks — a full bottle, from the looks of it — but she had also dismantled and emptied a nearby trash bin, littering the entire corridor. Realizing this was a fight I couldn’t win, and not wanting to clean up after her every day for weeks to come, I decided to go out on my own terms.

Although I was just a lowly janitor, I still had my pride. I had apologized twice, and had taken her shit twice already. After jacking off and adding a healthy batch of sperm to the mess — I may have been angry, but I was also fucking horny — I cleaned everything up again, vowing that that would be the last time.

The following night, I went to work, but didn’t bother with any of my duties, as I didn’t expect to be employed there much longer. After hiding an old cell phone in the dressing rooms adjacent to the gym — and putting it on its loudest setting — I hid in the gym itself, behind some old equipment. As soon as she walked in, I dialed the number of the old phone and a really annoying ringtone began echoing through the otherwise quiet building.

Although it visibly irritated her from the very first moment, it took her nearly five minutes to barge out, furious and annoyed, in search for the source of the noise. That’s when I snuck out of hiding and started rummaging through her sports bag. I borrowed a red tank top and tiptoed out of the gym. I quickly muted my phone, just in case she’d try and star-69 my ass.

In a nearby classroom, I got undressed and began jacking off, smelling her top and rubbing it over my dick and my face. I really took my time, whipping up quite a big load, which I then generously dumped all over her top. I got dressed and walked back to the gym, feeling quite pleased with myself. She was at the uneven bars when I barged in.

“I hope I am not interrupting anything,” I shouted, breaking her Maltepe Yaşlı Escort concentration and causing her to release the bars, stumble backwards, and nearly fall to the ground.

“Look, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I continued as I approached her, “Unfortunately, you’re also the most vindictive one. I already said I was sorry twice! You wanna be a total bitch about it, fine! I may be a common janitor, but I don’t take this kind of shit from anyone, not even you!”

She looked at me, confused and bewildered. She clearly wasn’t used to being talked to like that! And I was just getting warmed up! All rallied up, I threw her cum-covered red top towards her. Instinctively, she reached out and grabbed it. A good thing too, or it would have hit her in the face.

“See that? That’s all you’re good for,” I said, as she unfolded her top, and began to realize what I had done to it. She quickly threw it on the floor and shot me an infuriated look, but I didn’t care. I still wasn’t done.

“Don’t flatter yourself thinking you’re better than anyone. At the end of the day, you’re just a cunt in sneakers!” I blurted out. I had put quite some thought into that particular insult, and it sounded even better out loud!

To say that she was shocked would be an understatement. She gasped and her mouth stayed half-open as she stared at me, not knowing what to say or do.

Having said all I needed to say, I turned and walked away, while I yelled, “Go ahead and have me fired, see if I care, you stuck-up bitch… at least now you have a proper excuse!”

I felt like a fucking king as I walked out. Feeling pretty randy, I headed for the cafeteria, where I took off all my clothes and got on all fours in the middle of the hall. I started milking my obscenely big cock, while pretending it was the middle of the day and hundreds of students and staff members could see me.

I came like a motherfucker in that humiliating position, screaming and howling as loud as I could, shooting a enormous wad on the floor. I completely neglected my responsibilities and spent the rest of my shift in the cafeteria, ejaculating three more times in the exact same, demeaning position.

After riding my bike home, I got some sleep, had some lunch and shot another load on my blue bedroom drapes. In the early afternoon, as expected, I got a call from Dean Anderson, asking me to come in as soon as possible. Around 2.30pm, I headed back to college, ready to face the music.

“Elise came to see me this morning,” Dean Anderson said as he let me into his office and closed the door behind me. I sat down and smirked. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I would tell him where he could shove his stupid job.

However, things took quite a different turn. Elise had reached out to him, but not to have me fired — or even complain. According to Dean Anderson, she had seen me around and felt as if I was avoiding her — and that maybe I was intimidated by her. She wanted to meet up that evening to make sure “there was no awkwardness between her and me”.

I was stumped. Was this some sort of trick? Too curious not to pursue her invitation, I told the Dean I would meet her and walked back home, apparently still having a job.

That Friday night, I didn’t bother with putting on my uniform, as I expected this to be a trap of some sort. I walked into the gym and watched her jump, run and bolt for about a minute. When she noticed me, she stopped and walked up to me. I waited for about ten seconds, hoping she would finally show me the courtesy of actually speaking to me, but she didn’t.

“What?” I asked, curious and a tad impatient, “What do you want?”

She briefly pointed at my mildly swollen crotch.

“Yeah, I am not buying it,” I said, convinced that she was setting me up somehow, “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

She thought for a moment, then turned and walked over to her sports bag. To my shock, and pleasant surprise, she took out the red tank top — the one I had defiled the day before — and put it on, over the black one she was wearing. To my even bigger surprise, I noticed that my cum hadn’t been cleaned off yet!

Flabbergasted, I just gawked at the dried up cum, and by doing so, inadvertently stared at her tits. She let me and didn’t say a word. When our eyes finally met, she looked down at my crotch and nodded. Figuring this would be the worst trap ever, I decided to take my chances.

Carefully, I cupped my swollen crotch with my right hand and juggled my junk for a moment, testing her reaction. She simply stared down at it, clearly intrigued by what I was doing. Encouraged, I used my left hand to unbutton my pants and push them down along with my boxers, bringing my cock out in the open.

When she still didn’t object, I wrapped my right hand around my shaft and started pumping it, right there in front of her. The longer I pumped it, the hornier I became. I was pretty happy with the way I looked, Maltepe Zenci Escort so I had no reservations jacking off in front of a gorgeous — albeit arrogant — woman.

After a while, when I was comfortable and horny enough, I sank to my knees and started jacking off for real, realizing that I was actually going to cum right there in front of her.

She never took her eyes off me, or my dick, and from the little reaction I got from her, I surmised that she was quite turned on. Maybe it was wishful thinking — or just plain fantasy — on my part, but I could ‘ve sworn that I saw her nipples become erect. After a few more minutes, I grunted, arched my back and exploded all over the floor.

When I opened my eyes again, I briefly noticed a dreamy grin on her face, which — as soon as she realized I was looking at her — disappeared. Feigning indifference, she then turned her back towards me and continued her workout, still wearing the red top. I just sat there, flabbergasted, not knowing what to say or do.

Who had gotten the upper hand here? Did this count as an apology? She still hadn’t said a single word to me. After about a minute, I got up and walked out of the gym, leaving my cum on the floor. As I headed down to change into my uniform — as it looked like I still had a job after all — I honestly didn’t know what to make of everything that had happened. I didn’t do much cleaning after all that and just walked my rounds.

When I passed by the corridor in front of the gym, I was relieved not to see any litter, damages or spillages on the floor. Apparently, we had buried the hatchet. I went home a happy, albeit slightly confused man. As usual, I spent most of my Saturday and Sunday in my room, watching porn and jacking off — splattering just about everything I owned with healthy amounts of spunk.

I was actually quite nervous to go back to work on Monday, not sure in what state of mind I would find Elise. She was a gorgeous, arrogant, spiteful and horny cunt. But, she had also proven herself to be rather unpredictable. I needed to know whether Friday evening had been a fluke or not, or if there was some satisfaction to be gained from this stupid, tedious job after all.

Figuring the best way to find out was to test her, I made sure I was in the gym before she was, that Monday evening. I had brought my mop and bucket and was pretending to be working, when she walked in. She glanced at me and caught me leering at her tight body — in her black spandex legging and matching sports bra. A faint smile appeared on her face.

Fortune favors the bold, I reckoned, and dropped my mop and unzipped my pants, taking my hard dick out. She put her sports bag down and looked at me, pumping my fat cock. After forty seconds or so, she reached into her bag, took out her red tank top again and threw it on the floor, right in front of me.

Realizing what she wanted, I kneeled down and used my free hand to fold her top open — noticing that it was still full of cum stains — giving myself a bigger target to cum on. I looked up at her, openly lusting after her, as I jacked off. Considering the lewd and highly unusual circumstances, I was surprised to last as long as I did. After just three minutes, I moaned loudly as I dumped a fresh batch of sperm all over her already soiled top.

When I was done, she slowly strolled over and squatted down in front of me, grabbing her top and using it to mop up whatever cum had made it onto the floor. She kept looking me straight in the eye — only looking down once to make sure she’d wiped up every last drop. Then, she got up and tossed her top back in her sports bag. Without giving me another look, she started doing her warm-up exercises.

I crawled back to my feet and stuffed my dick away. Figuring there was no need for me to hang around, I said goodnight and left, taking my bucket and mop with me. She didn’t even say goodbye back, the stuck-up bitch!

The following evening, I was waiting for her in the gym, twiddling with my phone. I hadn’t bothered with bringing my bucket and mop, having dropped all pretense that I was there for anything else than to drop a load. When she walked in, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: she was actually wearing the infamous, red top!

I took out my dick and started pumping it as I got down on my knees. She smiled, proudly glancing down at her tank top, which looked absolutely disgusting. Then, after about a minute of watching me pump my fat cock, Elise squatted down and got on her back, right in front of me. Flabbergasted, I stared at her with half-open mouth and big eyes… did she actually want me to cum on her? On her top, while she was still wearing it?

It sure as hell looked that way. She must have been pretty horny and randy to offer herself up like this. Eager to take advantage of the situation, I aimed my hard cock at her tits and used my non-wanking hand to gently squeeze one of them.

She didn’t object and simply laid there, looking up at me, with a faint grin on her face. She let me fondle and grope her tits — and flick her nipples — until I exploded, several minutes later. After ejaculating all over her top, I wiped my puffy tip off on her arm, squeezing out the last of my sperm, leaving behind a big glob of it on her bicep.

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What Would You Do? Ch. 02

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After our insane, reality altering weekend in that hotel, everything was different. We met two more times, each more insane than the last, until I finally couldn’t help myself and asked her to move in with me. She said that she needed to see me on camera, and that she had something to tell me.

That Friday I dreaded coming home, and clicking the Skype icon almost physically hurt me. What could my fuck-puppet need to tell me, she said it in such a serious way? The window opened and she was online, as usual, and we started our conversation as we normally do – with a “Hi.”

I waited a few beats before asking “So, what did you have to tell me?”

By way of reply an incoming video call request popped up. I accepted, and was greeted by a familiar sight – my slut-whore cramming pizza into her face, two slices at a time. She mumbles past the cheesy, bread mass that is clogging her mouth hole something that could have been “hold on” and continued trying to cram a log of sauce dipped cheese-bread down her throat. I watched lovingly as her downy girl-beard, soaked in bright red sauce, slipped into her gaping mouth along with the last of the slice. She leaned her head back and showed me her neck. Along the bottom of her chin she had tattooed “Daddy’s bitch” in curving, feminine script. As small runnels of sauce began to drip down her angular chin and obscure parts of the ultra-trashy chin tat, I watched her gullet expand and contract as the last of her snack passed down into her expansive belly.

I smiled and commented “That’s beautiful baby, did you get that for me?”

Snorting red sauce tinged mucus from her long, wide, pointed nose she kept her head tilted back. I watched in awe as the twin snot-rockets ran down the sides of her round face and continued down the side of her lightly furred neck. She grinned, looking down her nose at the camera and said “Yeah daddy, I got it last week and wanted to wait for it to heal before showing you. Do you really like it? You don’t think it’s too much?”

Grinning I say “No way baby it’s beautiful. Is that what you wanted to show me?”

She smiles and lowers her rotund face to the camera, once again leveling her sweat moist brow. She licks her thick lips and replies “No daddy, that’s not it. I know you want to move in together, I got your message, but there’s something you need to know about me.”

I take a deep breath and steady myself for the inevitable. She continues “I don’t… I don’t live alone here. The money you’ve been giving me has been going to help care for someone very special to me, like I am to you.”

I force a smile and hazard a guess “Do you have a child, baby?”

She grins and replies “Almost, daddy. I take care of my sister.”

My mind goes blank for a second as the impact of this statement washes over my brain. She cares for another woman… someone from her genetic line that is somehow in a lesser position? I recover and ask “Is she your younger sister?”

Shaking her sauce splattered face she replies “No daddy, she’s my older sister, but she can’t really do much for herself. Do you want to meet her?”

I smile and ask “Can I? Will she come on camera?”

She says “Sure daddy, she’s been here the whole time.” Turning her head to the left she says to someone off camera “Cmere Reesa, come say hi to computer daddy.”

From off camera slides a peach colored beach ball, capped with a curious pink point. It takes my brain a second to register that behind her seated form is a breast so large, that it dwarfs the woman in camera. Slowly another one appears beside the first, both centering themselves behind the woman on screen. Breasts so massive and heavy, I can see their owner’s pulse in the thick blue veins that spread out stained-glass Maltepe Türbanlı Escort like from the nipples. I gasp in shock and awe, the effort of comprehension causing my body to enter flight or fight mode. Two large knuckled hands enter the screen, and slide under the massive, lightly pulsating mountains. As I gape uncontrollably, they heft the breasts up, and lower them onto the shoulders of the woman who dominates the center of the window.

She shoulders the weight of the twin, massive, veiny mounds with what seems to be no effort, giggling. From the top of the screen lowers a face, and with this revelation I begin to shake. The face that enters the screen is a vision of beauty, writ large. An artist’s cross between Penelope Cruz and Charlize Theron, with a dash of Jennifer Lopez thrown in, she smiles her large, perfectly balanced face and says in a voice too deep for those features “Hi Computer Daddy.”

I try to hide the shake in my voice as I reply “Hey, computer baby… how are you today?”

She displays a blank idiot grin and replies “We LOVE you computer daddy! You bring the food and the cool air!”

I look to my baby and ask “What does she mean cool air?”

She giggles and says “With the money you gave us, I ordered an AC for every room. It’s really been great here with all the good air.”

Looking down at her younger sister, the beautiful amalgamation of beauty asks “Show show?”

Her sister looks into the camera and says “One second daddy, she wants some pizza.”

I watch as she again stuffs two slices into her mouth, widening her gape until the entire slices can fit. She masticates loudly and messily, squirts of sauce hitting her massive sister’s cheek. As my cock forces itself from my boxer-briefs she widens her mouth even more, leaning it back like a baby bird. I whisper to myself “no… no fucking way…” as the older sister, mountainous breasts layered atop her younger sister’s shoulders, leans in and scoops out the red cheese and bread mixture with a thick, wide serpentine tongue. With a combination of lick and slurp, similar to a great jungle cat, she removes the mass from her younger sister’s mouth, and begins to smash it to bits behind her absolutely perfect lips.

Looking back to the camera my baby says “We don’t always eat like that, but sometimes she likes to get what I’m getting… we share almost everything.”

Reesa looks into the camera again and says “Bye computer daddy.” before pulling her head up and out of frame, followed by the sucking removal of her massive, full veined, mountainous breasts from her sister’s round shoulders.

I stare into the camera with all of the seriousness of a hostage negotiator and ask “How much to meet you both.”

She smiles and replies “Oh no daddy, you don’t have to pay to meet Reesa, she’s part of me and I’m part of her. If you want her to come along, you just have to ask.”

I look at her with awe and ask “Why haven’t you said anything about your big sister before? She’s pretty amazing, you know?”

She smiles and says “You never asked, daddy.” She then inhales deeply through her mouth, puffing her cheeks out. Forcing the air out through her elongated nostrils, she emits a steady, thick stream of yellow, thick mucus. Part of our ongoing deal is that she never tries to heal herself when she gets sick, and only encourages any sickness to epic levels. This current head-cold is extreme; forcing her to expel whatever is clogging her head up in order to taste the food.

From off camera a low question is heard, and she opens her eyes. “Daddy, Reesa wants to know if she can eat some.”

Questioningly I ask “Eat some of what, baby? Pizza?”

She smiles and says “No daddy, Maltepe Otele Gelen Escort some of my nose food. She wants to eat some but knows that you’re watching.”

With my mouth open I inhale deeply, then ask “So you feed her from your nose, baby?”

With a troubled frown she asks “Yeah, since that time where you had me blow my nose into my food while we were eating dinner, remember? Steak and Snot?” she chuckles in an imitation of my own happy laugh.

I shake my head and watch the twin streams of thick, gooey mucus grind to a halt in her light girl-mustache. “Sure baby, let Reesa eat, I don’t mind.”

From off camera again comes the large, perfect visage of beauty that is Reesa. Her face enters the screen and dominates it, large perfectly proportioned features shocking me again with their otherworldly beauty. She turns towards her sister who pushes a little more from her nose, then leans in. Wrapping her delicate, large mouth around her sister’s face she attaches to her nose and upper lip, fully encompassing both parts of her sister’s facial anatomy.

With a giggle my baby says “Suck Reesa, suck!” and Reesa does, suctioning up the mess that glommed into her sister’s mustache and then bearing down like a predator. A large hand enters the frame and wraps around the back of her sister’s head, bracing her so that she can’t move back.

The younger sister giggles with her open mouth and says “Harder Reesa, harder!” and begins to wrinkle her face up in an effort to help. From the camera I hear a sound very similar to what a straw makes when you attempt to suck up the last of a cup of soda, a deep, throaty, wet sucking sound that comes from the younger sister’s open mouth. Reesa is vacuuming her sister’s sinuses, extracting all of what remains inside like a bear lapping at an almost empty bowl of honey.

Her head is pulled towards her sister with the force of the suction as I stare, watching yet another unheard of display of animal energy. Reesa finishes, removing her face and withdrawing from the camera. Around my baby’s face is a red welt, a hickey that encircles her nose and half of her face. Without pausing she reaches off camera and shoves another slice into her wide mouth, cramming it in whole before attempting to chew. As she mumbles and moans I hear her break wind, a wet ripping sound that goes on for a few seconds. As she gloms the food around inside of her wide open mouth, she inhales and exhales experimentally through her nose, then smiles big. Finishing the single slice she gulps the mass of food down, and then grins off camera.

“Reesa, you really cleared my nose holes up! Thank you sister! Give me kissies!”

Reesa leans in again, her perfect dirty-blonde hair swaying in the breeze of unseen air conditioners. They lock lips, two sisters who could not be further polar opposites, sucking at each other’s mouths with a passion tinted with love. Reesa slaps her wide, muscular tongue around inside of her sister’s mouth, expanding her cheeks obscenely as she grinds up against her sister’s food stained teeth. I orgasm as she begins to lick her sister’s face like a dog, long strong wipes up her sisters lips, nose and eyes. I gasp in orgasmic pain as her sister opens her eyes and allows Reesa to scrub her thick rough tongue along her bare ocular organs, giggling as her blue eyes are raked by pink, swollen taste buds.

Reesa finishes her explorations by wiping her tongue along her sister’s pimple laden forehead, sanding the surface energetically. My baby giggles as fattened pimples burst against her sister’s taste organ, pushing her face into the pressure of her tongue.

Turning back to the camera my baby asks “Did you like that daddy? Reesa and I play Maltepe Ucuz Escort all kinds of games with her big tongue. If you liked that we can do more for you.”

I gasp and swallow with a click. “Baby that was so good, I think I almost came two times back-to-back. Reesa always cleans your face like that?”

Smiling she replies “Yeah daddy, we clean each other like pretty kitties. Watch this daddy.”

My jaw falls open as I wrap my fist around my post-orgasm cock, securing a death-grip on it. On screen my baby is rising, and turning to the side. Bending over I’m greeted with a side view of her round, hairy ass. I begin to breathe hard, like one who has just ran a quarter mile in the heat. My heart begins to pound as I anticipate what is about to unfold on the screen, but my wildest imaginings could not have prepared me for the act of sisterly depravity that I was about to witness.

From off camera I hear the command “Reesa, EAT.”

With the speed of a savanna lioness Reesa darts her large, perfect head into the frame and buries it, tongue first, into the round, pimple spotted globe in front of her. With a squeal she continues “Reesa, tongue eat, tongue eat!”

Reesa gapes her mouth wide, and shoves her thick, full tongue into her sister’s rectum, burying her face heedless of the need to breathe, in between twin pillows. Reesa eats, and eats, her face moving up and down, shaking her sister’s ass cheeks with the force of her appetite. From off camera I hear “Watch this daddy, Reesa is a hungry girl.”

I hear a grumble, and a groan, followed by Reesa’s deep, bass moan. She emits the sound of a cow giving birth, muffled by a pair of dense, fat laden ass-cheeks. I breathlessly ask the screen in front of me “What are you doing baby, what is Reesa doing?”

“She’s eating daddy, I’m feeding her all the food I ate this week.”

I’m watching Reesa pump her head forward and back, forward and back with the effort of her thrusts. Her thick throat is pulsating as she, like her sister, gorges on food without chewing. Food that has sat for days inside her sister’s body, softening and fermenting into a nutrient rich meal, the world’s most natural energy bar.

I lean my chair back and behold the produce of my efforts. It has been an incredibly long road to get here, but now I am watching two sisters engage in the absolute most primal, taboo act that has ever graced this planet.

I hear from off-screen “Reesa, stop.” and she does, pulling her tongue from her sister’s asshole with a wet sucking sound. Around Reesa’s absolutely beautiful mouth is a ring of brown saliva, which she quickly laps up with a circular motion of her pink, fat tongue. Waving quickly at the camera, Reesa moves off to the side again, and her sister regains her throne, smiling brightly.

“Did you like that daddy? We do that sometimes when I forget to order food for Reesa and she’s still hungry, she just eats mine again. Did I do good, daddy?”

I nod in disbelief and say “Yeah baby, you did good. You have made daddy the happiest man to ever live, do you know that?”

She giggles and says “I know daddy, you tell me every week how happy you are with me. I don’t know why, we are just playing and having a good time.”

From off camera I hear a low rumble; Reesa is saying something to her sister. She turns, then turns back to the camera “Daddy, we have to go, Reesa needs to use the bathroom and that takes two to do. Can we talk later?”

A part of me wants to witness the insane vision that must be gigantic Reesa relieving herself, but I realize that this will happen, in person, another day.

I smile and nod, and say “Of course baby, we can talk later. Have fun; don’t forget to take your vitamins.”

She smiles and waves, then says “Bye daddy.” from off camera I hear a low “Bye ‘puter daddy”

I close the window and lean back, spent and amazed at my incredible fortune. Next Friday is going to be earth shattering; I’d better start preparations now.

I’m going to have fun with Reesa.

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It was a Dark and Stormy Night

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My wife, Cathryn, and I had been married for several years. Being like-minded sexually we had always been very comfortable with each other. There was always more excitement than apprehension about trying new things. I guess that evening when we were trying to come up with something new we realized that we had done just about everything that we were comfortable with. We were looking back on our sexual history, trying to brainstorm something new. We had just about reached the end of the rope when I asked her if there was anything she wanted to do – or was even curious about. She said that she had never been with a woman or a black man, and she had never been with two men at the same time. I asked why she hadn’t done any of those things. She said that she had been asked to do them, but another woman or black guys didn’t really interest her. She had given serious thought to the threesome, but she felt uneasy being with guys she barely knew. She would’ve been in a bad spot if things got out of hand. I could understand completely, but this got me thinking. Then I had an idea.

“Would you feel comfortable doing any of those things if I were there?” I asked. She didn’t seem to know what I meant by my being there, so I proposed an idea.

“What if you had a threesome with me and another man? Would you be comfortable with that?”

She said that she would be quite a bit more comfortable with me there, but could I handle seeing her fuck someone else? I had thought about it from time to time, but I had never really seriously considered it. Cathryn was not exactly inhibited in bed and I was sure it would be a show if she did.

“I would rather be there and be a part of it and see you doing it than having you go off somewhere and not know.” She agreed.

Then I suggested that there might be a way to kill two birds with one stone. She looked at me quizzically.

“What if you had a threesome with me and a black man? I would be there if anything got out of hand.”

She thought about it for a few moments, then said that she thought she might be able to do that. I told her that finding a third person might be a problem. I didn’t want a complete stranger, yet I didn’t know any black men that would go for something like this. She immediately answered that she did.

I was sort of surprised at her selection. His name was Byron and he was a junior lawyer at the firm where she worked. Despite never actually meeting him, I had heard of Byron because it seemed that he was constantly hitting on my wife. She would always come home and tell me about the cheesy thing he said and then roll her eyes that he either didn’t seem to get it, or he did, and this was one unusual way of interacting with a coworker. He would often ask her to go to bars with him, say how good she looked, or tell her that if she ever left me to call him – all of this at work. As a lawyer you would think that he would understand what sexual harassment is, but obviously he was thinking with the wrong head.

However, I could also see why she had thought of him. He did have some good qualities. Apparently he was a handsome and smart man. He had put himself through college then law school by modeling on the side. Apparently some of the other women in the firm were impressed with his looks as well. More than once Cathryn wondered if he won cases on looks alone. I knew that Byron would accept, and his looks would make the sexual experience more acceptable to her. It was now just a question of when.

We decided that it would be one Friday night after an office party. Somebody was retiring and there was going to be a party. She invited me so I could see everyone at her office. She wore a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. I had watched her put it on. She wore a black thong but no bra, she couldn’t with this dress. She wiggled into the tight dress that really showed off her figure, especially her breasts, which protruded forward exposing half of her cleavage. She decided not to wear stockings, leaving her legs bare and visible from the knee down. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun and, aside from her wedding ring, the only jewelry that she wore was a tight necklace that had many short strands of beads and gems dangling down.

After mingling at the party for a couple of hours, my wife pointed out Byron to me. I could see why he was popular with the ladies. He was only 5’8″, but definitely model material. Cathryn went over to talk to him while I stayed out of sight. I continued to mingle, and later Cathryn caught up to me, a smile on her face.

I said, “Well…”

She said that he would be over. I asked what she told him to get to accept. She said that she had invited him over, saying that she wanted to do something wild with a couple of guys while her husband was be out of town. Would he be interested in being one of the guys? As expected, he accepted. She told him how to get to our place and to be there in two hours. I could only imagine Kadıköy Yabancı Escort what Byron thought when she told him to come over.

We arrived home a few minutes early. Cathryn opened a bottle of wine and set out some candles in the living room. I asked her if she was ready. Cathryn gave me a nervous smile and said, “I think so.” Cathryn finished a small glass of wine while we waited. I was as nervous as I was aroused, and I wondered if Cathryn felt the same way. However, before I could ask, the doorbell rang.

Byron arrived right on time and we were finally formally introduced, albeit I was simply the ‘other man’. We sat in the living room, Byron and I on separate couches across from each other and Cathryn in a chair by herself, and made small talk for a while as we sipped wine. Byron couldn’t keep his eyes off my wife.

When we had finished the wine we all just sat and looked at each other for a minute, unsure what to do. I asked Cathryn why she was doing something like this, was her husband not good? She said no, her husband was very good one-on-one, but she wanted to try a threesome and he didn’t. Byron, his candor unrestrained by not knowing who I was, said to me that he had been after Cathryn for some time, and was wondering when she was going to give in. Cathryn shook her finger at him in warning and told him not to get too big of a head because he wasn’t her first choice. Byron laughed and said that was fine just as long as he was there.

There was another pause, which I broke by asking Cathryn what she had in mind for tonight. Cathryn, slightly embarrassed, just smiled and looked at the coffee table for a moment. Then she regained her composure, smiled again, shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t know.”

I could tell that she really didn’t know. She would need an idea to help her get started. Then I looked at Cathryn and said, “Why don’t we start with your removing that dress.” Byron liked the idea, sitting back and saying, “Yes, I agree.”

I think I caught her off guard a little, my making such a bold suggestion to my wife in front of a stranger. While willing to do it – that was the whole point of the gathering – I could tell that she was still a little hesitant.

She sat there for what seemed like minutes just smiling weakly at me. Then there was the way she was smiling. I couldn’t tell if she was getting used to the idea or giving me time to understand that this would be the point of no return. Probably both. I looked at her trying to get a definite signal from her, but she just sat there like a statue. Then, like the person who is about to lose their last article of clothing at a game of strip poker, she said ‘Ok’, and she set her wine glass down on the coffee table and stood up next to her chair. I felt the blood simultaneously rush to my head and my cock.

She was a picture of elegance as she stood there. Then, very calmly, she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. One at a time she lifted her arms out of the straps while alternately holding the top of the dress against her chest with the opposite hand. She smiled a little and, while covering her breasts with her hands, let the dress slide down to her waist where a slightly outthrust waist stopped it. Watching Cathryn made my cock rock hard. I felt like a stranger myself watching someone else’s wife undress. I wanted to fuck her more than Byron did.

She stood there for a minute smiling at us, either trying to work up the courage to finish or taunting our attention. Byron and I both gave her a look of, “Well, what are you waiting for”

Even thought the room was only illuminated by candles, I could see her cheeks get a little red with embarrassment. Then she wiggled her hips a little, and the dress fell to the floor. My wife was now only wearing a black thong and her high heel shoes. We admired her for a moment then Byron said, “Turn around.” She turned around slowly and Byron leaned forward to get a better view. I thought Byron was going to cum in his pants when he saw her from behind.

She faced us and smiled. Byron said, “Damn, you sure are hot.” Cathryn gave an embarrassed smile and looked at me. I made a comment about my dick getting hard just watching her and that her husband was a lucky man indeed. That comment made her smile.

There was a pause and then Cathryn said, “Now you guys.” You didn’t have to tell Byron twice. He stood up and took his tie, shirt, and pants off. He had a hard on his briefs could hardly contain. I simply sat there, watching my wife watch him undress. The dimly lit room made him seem like a featureless black figure.

Byron looked at me and saw that I hadn’t undressed, or even moved for that matter. He asked, “You getting in on this?” I said that I was happy to just watch for now, but not to worry, I would definitely join in later.

He walked over and stood in front of her, looking her up and down. I can only imagine how long Kadıköy Yeni Escort he had wanted to fuck her. Apparently he had fucked most of the single women at work, and now Cathryn was next. He slid his briefs down and let his dick point straight out at her. Cathryn had a serious expression on her face as she watched him, her hands still covering her breasts. He leaned towards her slowly and she leaned back in unison until her back was against the wall behind her. The smiling had stopped and she seemed hesitant. I wondered if she was having second thoughts. At that time it was easy to imagine how uncomfortable she would’ve been had I not been there.

He moved closer to her, his dick poised at her crotch, and put his hands on her hips. She just stared at him, silently contemplating what was going to happen. He wrapped his thumbs in the straps of her thong and began to slide them over her hips. He guided the thong down her legs to her ankles where he whispered for her to lift her leg a little. He put the dress and the thong in the chair next to them and turned his attention back to Cathryn.

My heart beat in my chest a million times a second. My wife was naked and with a man who saw her as nothing more than a sex object. More than that, she was going to be that object.

He knelt down before her. Cathryn, having gone back as far as she could, was now standing against the wall. Unable to back away any further, Byron put his hands on her hips and buried his face in her crotch. After spreading her legs a little, he grabbed her ass and pulled her hips to him. She looked around the room, her eyes stopping when they reached me. She had a look of ‘it’s happening’.

I took my cock out of my pants so she could see how hard I was. She smiled, but that was interrupted as Byron slid a couple of fingers into her as he worked with his tongue. Cathryn finally took her hands off of her breasts, using them to brace herself against the wall, and let out a sharp “Ahh.” I began to stroke myself as I watched my wife, naked and spread-eagle against a wall, get masturbated by Byron’s tongue.

Cathryn smiled at me coyly, staring at my cock as Byron worked on her clit. I think she realized that she was putting on a show, and her smile changed as though to tell me, ‘Someone else is getting me off. I hope you enjoy it.’

Byron lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder so that it was draped across his back. It struck me how my wife’s alabaster white skin shone so brightly against the dark blackness of his back. I stroked faster as her expression told me that she was going to cum. Trying hard to keep her balance, composure, and eye on my stroking, she began to pant, “Oh…Yes…” over and over until the waves of ecstasy overwhelmed her.

I thought she would fall over, but Byron held her up as he continued to lick and probe her, prolonging her orgasm. I love watching Cathryn orgasm anyway, someone else causing it was a new twist.

Byron stopped and stood up allowing Cathryn to catch her breath. He looked back at me and said, “Looks like someone’s ready to go.” I said, “Yes, but now it her turn.” Cathryn fired a confused and slightly worried glance my way. I removed the rest of my clothes and walked around behind the largest couch, which sat nearly in the middle of the room. The couch had a wide shelf-like back with thick pillows, and I motioned for her to come to me. She complied, but looked at me cautiously, wondering what in the world I had in mind. I said, “Ok, you’ve had your orgasm. Now it’s Byron’s turn.”

She fired a glance at me as thought I she thought I was enjoying this a little too much. I told her to lie down on the back of the couch face up. Before she could ask what was going to happen, I raised one of her legs up and rested it on my shoulder then slid my fingers into her. I motioned for Byron to come over and stand by her head. He admired her naked body for a moment, then put his hands on her D-cup breasts. He felt her up and then slowly ran his dick across one of her breasts. Then up her chest and neck, over her chin and across her mouth. He stopped with the end of his dick at the corner of her mouth. Responding to my finger fucking, and not knowing exactly what to do, she reached out and took Byron’s cock in her hand.

I know where all of Cathryn’s buttons are and since she was already aroused, it only took a few moments until she was wriggling and panting from my touch. I silently motioned for Byron to put his dick in her mouth. He turned her head towards him and slid his dick into her. She let out a muffle that told me that she wasn’t quite ready for him. There was nothing she could do, between my finger fucking and Byron’s dick in her mouth, it was all she could do to breathe. I watched as he held her head still and repeatedly pumped himself into her mouth, telling her how good her mouth felt.

My wife loves giving head to me. She has done it in nearly every place imaginable Kadıköy Masaj Salonu and she has gotten very good at it over the years. It is her way of telling me that she wants me inside her – and soon. This was different. Now I was watching another man hold my wife’s head and fuck her in the mouth. And I told him to do it. Byron watched with obvious satisfaction as his black dick disappeared into Cathryn’s white face.

It didn’t take long for him to cum. I increased my pace to bring Cathryn to orgasm with him. As the pangs of orgasm overtook her Byron came, pouring cum into her mouth. Her mouth filled, she had no choice but to swallow.

Byron and I backed off so she could sit up and get her breath. I asked if she was all right. She breathed a yes and gave me a look as to say that that idea was very evil. After a few minutes Cathryn had regained her composure and looked at me and joked, “No more of your ideas for a while. Go sit over there. You’re going to kill me.” We chuckled and I took my seat. She stood by the end of the couch, her back to Byron, but facing me. I was still rock hard, and asked the general question, “What’s next?” Before she had a chance to say anything, Byron slid up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Cathryn let out a yelp and I knew by the way that she thrust her hips forward that he had poked her, and probably was still doing so.

I was sitting in front of her and she was staring at my still rock hard cock. Then I saw her shift her legs apart a little, and Byron whisper something to her. I couldn’t hear what he said to her, and her expression didn’t change. She just looked at me and said, “Yes.” Byron whispered something else. Still looking at me she said, “Yes, I want you to fuck me.” She smiled at me when she said it. Not because she was eager to fuck Byron, but because she wanted to stir something in me.

It worked. Her words and smile both terrified and excited me. I love my wife. I also love fucking my wife, and after we were married, I thought I would be the last man to be inside her. I was jealous that someone else was going to fuck Cathryn, but it excited me that she wanted me to see it, and to get off on it.

My wife slowly leaned forward and put her hands on the arm of the couch. Constantly staring at my cock, she spread her legs and pushed her ass out a little, the heels she was still wearing kept her legs straight. She positioned herself so I would see everything, and the Mona Lisa smile on her face was unmistakable. ‘I’m going to let this man fuck me and you’re going to watch. I hope you enjoy it.’

My heart raced with nervous anticipation in seeing another man fuck my wife. I wanted to see her fucked, but now it was going to happen. All I could do was stoke my rock hard cock and watch the show she put on for me.

The pained expression on her face as she opened her mouth and inhaled sharply told me that he had entered her. Byron had his hands on her hips and was slowly sliding himself into her. We watched each other closely. We were more interested in each other’s reaction.

While arousing, I’m sure my expression gave away the fact that I couldn’t believe that someone else was inside my wife. And by the look on her face, it seemed like she couldn’t believe it either. Cathryn, her mouth open, exhaled each time Byron filled her up. I wanted to walk up and put my cock in her mouth. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to stop it, and I didn’t.

As Byron picked up the pace it became increasingly difficult for her to keep her focus on my cock. The things I was used to and loved from her during sex began to emerge. Her breasts swung back and forth with each thrust. Her breathing turned to panting and her eyes closed. She became more vocal as the pace picked up, moaning and uttering long drawn-out ‘ahs’ accentuated by high inflection as Byron filled her up.

Byron slowly picked up the pace until he was fucking her with abandon. He had one hand on her shoulder and was pulling her toward him as he thrust. Her ass rippled with each impact, her tits swinging in rhythm. Yet somehow now, despite the force, she managed to keep her eyes open and on me.

I was stroking my cock to the surreal sight of my wife being fucked. Seeing this she forced a quick smile through the involuntary responses and began simultaneously provoking both Byron and myself by shouting things like, “Oh, Byron, Yes!” and, “Oh, yeah, fuck me!” Shouting like this wasn’t something that she normally did, and its effect wasn’t lost.

The encouragement worked for Byron. He reached out and took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back while holding her back down with the other hand. Cathryn was now bent over and looking straight ahead. She was obviously immobilized and could do nothing but take the repeated thrusts of his cock into her.

I could see that she occasionally tried to watch me out of the corner of her eye. Her expression was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I couldn’t help but wonder how much she liked having a black man take her like this and fuck her. I imagined a different scenario, one where I wasn’t there. Where she had brought home someone she had just met, letting them pleasure themselves with her body. Would it look like what I was watching?

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New Mother, New Life Pt. 02

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I stayed at Helen’s that night, both of us in her bed wearing nighties, occasionally stroking and comforting each other. I fell asleep in her arms with my face buried in her bosom. The connection I felt with this person was sublime. When I woke the next morning, I went to the bathroom to find her in the shower.

She was truly a remarkable sight. Her blonde hair appeared golden as the water ran down her slim and smooth tanned back, while a perfectly pert bum took my breath away. Its two cheeks, rounded and full, surely the result of a disciplined fitness regime, seemed to defy gravity just standing there. I was starting to stare at the water running over her beautiful bottom when she noticed I was there and suddenly turned around.

“Good morning Charlie,” she said chirpily, turning around to face me apparently not caring that I had been watching her.

As she turned, my eyes naturally fell from her breasts to her front midriff and then down to her pussy. It was completely smooth of any hair allowing me to see every detail. Her outer lips formed a beautifully enticing slit from which the pink inner labia protruded slightly downwards, dripping with water from the shower. Once again, she caught me blatantly staring at her body with pure lust.

“Come, take off that wig and jump in with me and I’ll give you a scrub,” she said, “this is a really nice salt scrub and it will make your skin feel lovely and soft.”

I took off the wig I’d been wearing all night and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My natural brown hair, after becoming trapped beneath the wig cap, made it appear flattened and weird. Not masculine, but not feminine either. The makeup residue on my face, mainly around my eyes, and the pink silk nightie I was wearing still tipped the balance of gender towards female but my hair, too long for a boy too messy for a girl just made me look androgynous.

I both hated and relished it at the same time. I loved how the makeup made me look and feel… even though it was messed up now… but I hated how my flattened down hair was a dead giveaway as to my real gender. Helen gave me a facecloth with some baby oil on it and I wiped the makeup from my face. It gave me a most refreshing feeling that felt even better once I remembered how cleansed and fresh she appeared under the shower.

Next, she washed my hair in shampoo and then conditioner after I knelt down in front of her, her fingers gently massaging my scalp, and the scent of the products seemed to awaken my feminine senses. As she moved behind me, every brush of her soft, wet, naked body against mine, felt amplified.

I felt my cock growing slowly, a little with every pulse until I knew I had a full hard-on hidden between my legs. I felt embarrassed that this was happening while I was being treated so kindly, so I tried and tried to make it go away, out of respect at least! I tried to get my mind to accept that this situation was normal and I should feel comfortable and not aroused. It was difficult but finally my erection mostly subsided.

After rinsing my hair, she scooped up some scrubbing gel and began rubbing my skin all over my body. It felt a little rough and uncomfortable, but once she had finished I could instantly feel how silky soft my skin had become, as I had never felt it before.

Then she scrubbed my feet with a pedicure board making them feel unbelievably smooth and soft. I just had to touch them, out of sheer amazement! I felt like I had the feet of a princess! I was amazed at how much softer and smoother I felt after a few simple minutes in the shower with her.

She then told me to get up, so I stood in directly in front of her. While only a couple inches shorter than my 5’7″ frame, I suddenly found myself face to face with what seemed to be a beautiful angel. The water soaked her golden hair and cascaded down over her lightly tanned breasts.

Her nipples were hard and pointed surrounded by the fullness and suppleness of a double D chest. She looked up into my eyes with that stare we both had been giving each other since we met barely 24 hours ago.

Standing there so closely, almost touching yet not quite… it was creating more electricity than ever between the two of us. She leaned forward ever so slightly. Her pursed lips very gently met my wet cheek. Her nipples and breasts pressed lightly against my chest. My cock became fully erect instantly and its head rose to touch the lips of her pussy. I heard the sound of a loud lingering kiss on my left cheek and I closed my eyes and listened to the water splash on our bodies.

My instinct was telling me to fuck her right at that moment. Something else inside of me was telling me to hold back and enjoy the thrill of this sensuous feeling. So close to each other and barely touching I felt happiness and pride that I was here with Helen. My body would have to learn to overcome these physical feelings I had for her if we were going to have any normal sort of relationship in the future.

Was she just Kadıköy Ukraynalı Escort playing with me for fun, or was there something more to this, some sort of lesson to be learned? I could tell from last night that she really enjoyed sex in the most uninhibited manner. If I were talking about anyone else in the same way, I would say that they were a slut. However, I certainly couldn’t call her that. Not just because she was my mother, but because she also lived her life as a free spirit. For her, sex was just another expression of that freedom.

I had to stop myself from over-complicating everything… and embracing Helen our wet, smooth bodies came into full contact. Her breasts squeezing into my chest, my hands dropping down and groping her sexy bum and our hearts seemingly at one with nothing left to say. My cock was primed and pressing against her cute, wet tummy when she dropped down to her knees in front of me.

She began to stroke my cock while looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes. She knew exactly how to press a man’s buttons, as her pursed lips twitched teasingly, sending my brain wild with excitement. After only a few moments, I suddenly came hard as a big burst of cum shot out of my cock and all over her face. I had never cum so fast in my life from a hand job. Globs of cum spattered her face. She rubbed it into her skin.

“It’s really good for the complexion, you know,” she said, smiling brightly.

“Really? I shouldn’t waste any then!” I joked.

I realised that she did not allow semen to enter her mouth just as she had avoided me cumming into her pussy the night before. She liked to play it safe, and I was relieved to see she did have some boundaries. She wiped the semen from her face with a facecloth and we dried ourselves with towels. As I did so I still could not get over how soft my skin was becoming, especially my feet. Helen noticed me feeling my feet so often.

“You really ought to take better care of yourself. You should treat your body better than a normal man would,” she said.

“Well… I’ve had no idea what to do, to be completely honest,” I admitted, “But I’m learning!”

We sat at the table in her kitchen and had coffee and toast for breakfast. It was a sunny Friday morning.

“So what do you have planned for the day?” Helen asked.

“Well I should have been at work this morning, but that’s not going to happen now,” I replied, “Oh, the joys of the call centre… I definitely didn’t expect to be working there after I graduated from Art College.”

“How did you end up there?” she asked.

“It was the first job I got when I came to London. Its genuinely soul-crushing having to repeat the same sales spiel two hundred times a day, to people who don’t want to hear from you in the first place. Anyway, with such low sales, the wages barely cover the rent on my crappy one bedroom apartment. I’ve been warned already about missing shifts so I’m not looking forward to going in on Monday now either,” I said with an air of acceptance.

“Don’t worry these things always work themselves out. You didn’t answer my question though… what are your plans for the day?” she said, trying to cheer me up by changing the topic.

“I was thinking maybe a haircut and an afternoon in the pub,” I replied, only half-enthused about the first activity and resigned to the latter.

“Why would a young person like you with everything going for them wish to spend the day in a pub?” she asked, “You’ll end up old before your time, and you have such a lovely thick head of hair, why cut it all off? I think you are missing the creativity from your life. What happened to the art student in you?”

“He crawled into a hole when the real world reared its ugly head!” I said, half-joking but realising that she had hit a raw nerve with me.

Helen spoke with breathtaking wisdom for someone who looked just a few years older than I was.

“When I was your age I was fierce and fearless. You should have that same look in your eyes but you look a little jaded… a bit downtrodden. Would you like to spend the weekend here with me? We do have plenty of catching up to do after all…”

“I don’t have any clean clothes with me,” was my pathetic excuse.

I was partly afraid that this weekend would turn into an incestuous head-fuck that would taint all the admiration I had developed for Helen. What if I never saw her again… after what had happened between us? How could I live with myself knowing that I met my real mother, fucked her for a weekend, and would never see her again?

“We can wash your clothes, you can then wear anything of mine you like,” she said.

“Okay…that sounds good…” I said, a smile developing from the corner of my mouth. The little fetish-devil in my brain went into overdrive just thinking about all the sexy clothes I had seen the night before in her work area wardrobes. Deep down I just wanted to spend more time with her as she was the coolest people Kadıköy Üniversiteli Escort I had ever met.

“Anyway, I have work to finish today and I need another pair of hands, so having you here will be perfect,” she said with the accomplished skill of a true artist.

“What do you need me to do?” I asked.

“I have a costume that needs to be worked on, and it can be done much faster with a second pair of hands to help me,” she said, “but no work is going to be done while we sit around in dressing gowns.”

“Come on, this will be fun, I promise!” she said energetically, rushing from the table to her bedroom with me following her about like a lamb.

Helen’s bedroom was large and tidy apart from various curious mementos on the walls. She took clothes from drawers and wardrobes and laid them on her bed. Black leggings, lace knickers and a beautiful long white patterned blouse.

“You’ll need comfy clothes for working in babe, so try these on, if you don’t like them you can try something else… you look like you are growing a little bit of chest hair girl!” she taunted.

“I shave it off every week but it keeps coming,” I said, embarrassed.

“Well, we’ll see what we can do about that later shall we?” she teased, “First let’s get dressed and do some work.”

I slid the black knickers on followed by the leggings. They felt very snug. The pretty, long blouse was next. I did it up but was not satisfied.

“Helen, do you have a bra I can wear?” I asked.

“Yes, the bra you wore last night is there. But you really should try to wear something comfortable or work won’t be as enjoyable” she advised.

“I would prefer to wear a bra…it just feels better to me when I’m wearing everything else,” my tranny logic insisted.

I got fully dressed and Helen gave me a pair of black ballet flats to wear with my outfit. I felt great, very feminine and demure. After I shaved my slight overnight face stubble, I took a look a closer look at myself in the mirror. My appearance did not match my feelings, as I still looked like a moppy-haired boy. Helen placed a hair band on my head taking the hair off my face and I instantly felt a little more feminine. She then spent some time doing my make-up in a natural light, making me look more like how I felt.

Now my face looked like I had never seen it before. In the past, I had always applied loads of make up or none. This neutral foundation made my skin tone look naturally unblemished as if I only had a little eye make-up on. Combined with the hair-band on my natural hair I felt pretty without really trying to look overly glamorous. I looked and felt more like an everyday girl. Deep down this felt like a real accomplishment, and delighted me beyond belief.

We spent the afternoon working on a fantasy costume for a television production. It was a beautiful medieval style green velvet gown with complex braided ribbons of different colours all around the hem. We overlapped the different ribbons together to form the braid and Helen sewed it to the hem while I held the material. It was interesting to watch her working so skilfully, and she spoke the whole time as she went, explaining to me what she was doing.

When we took a break Helen told me what she had planned for this evening.

“My friend Paola will be coming round later. I think you’ll like her, she’s a crazy Italian and so much fun! We do each other’s waxing every once in a while, it saves going to the salon and paying someone else to do it. We’re going out together tomorrow night if you’d like to come,” she said.

“Maybe, where are you going?” I asked.

“There’s a club night that runs once a month in East London called FetEXotic,” she replied.

“A fetish night?” I asked, realising that this was a real opportunity for me to dress up again.

“Yes, a fetish night” she said, “We’ve been going there for a couple of years. It’s a really good club with nice people. You could even come dressed as a woman, what do you think?”

“Yes definitely, that sounds cool!” I said, absolutely delighted.

“Great. I’ll just give Paola a call and be right back,” she said with a smile, actually spending quite a while on the phone while I filed and shaped my nails with an emery board.

At 6pm we had finished working on the dress when the doorbell rang. I felt nervous and sheepish immediately, in case anyone came to the door and saw me dressed as I was, so I stayed at the far end of the apartment hoping that if anyone looked in the door they would not recognise me as male.

A loud and very sexy female voice at the door instantly grabbed my attention.

“Ciao, ‘Elen,” went the Italian voice speaking in wonderful voluptuous sounding vowels. I turned my head to see that she was far from voluptuous. At the door was a stunningly slim Italian woman, with long black wavy hair, wearing a high-fashion loose patterned jumpsuit. The long frontal slit almost down to her navel exposed her smooth Kadıköy Vip Escort flat chest bone and the silk material gently caressed the shape of her braless very pert breasts to each side of it.

The legs of the shimmering suit were baggy but fastened around her ankles with long cuffs. Her feet were adorned by stylish, and expensive looking, roman-styled high-heeled sandals. Not many women would ever dare to pull off this outfit, but Paola had all the looks and confidence of a Milano model, which I would later discover she had been in her younger days.

“Hi, I’m Paola, and you must be ‘Elen’s child…” she said to me.

“‘Elen you have never told me how pretty your daughter is!” she said loudly, speaking to Helen but looking at me with her vivacious eyes and bright smile.

“Hi, I’m Lottie, nice to meet you,” I said, all of my nerves completely put at ease by her obvious warmth and friendliness.

Paola had the bone structure and body of a goddess and I appreciated it more closely as she approached me for a kiss. She smelt of a gorgeous perfume and her wavy black hair felt supernatural when it brushed across my face as we pecked each other on the cheek. She was probably the most exotic beautiful woman I had ever been introduced to and I quickly gelled with this likeable person.

Helen and Paola chatted over coffee about people I didn’t know but I listened with intent for the sheer entertainment value of their conversation. Having spent the entire day dressed as a female I had completely forgotten that I was cross-dressed and I felt very comfortable there in such pleasant company. I sat on the couch with my legs curled up drinking my coffee and bursting out laughing every time Paola made a joke, which was often. Helen and I laughed so much at one stage we both nearly choked on our coffees! I couldn’t remember enjoying myself like that for a long, long time…

“So now, I must play the bitch for you!” said Paola, looking at me and waving a pack of wax strips she took from her handbag.

“The wax-pot’s heated up, let’s get changed,” Helen said, ushering me into her bedroom.

Helen changed into her nightie and gave me pink silk pyjamas to wear.

“Have you ever had waxing done?” she asked as we were changing.

“My ex-girlfriend tried it on my chest once and I said never again!” I said, worried about the imminent pain I might possibly receive.

“Your ex did it? She probably didn’t know what she was doing. Don’t worry, Paola is excellent, we’ve been doing each other for years. It doesn’t hurt when you use the right technique,” she assured me.

We came back into the lounge and Paola had changed into a short black loose dress, which showed off her long brown catwalk legs. I was mesmerised and fighting to stop myself getting an erection from the silky material brushing against the head of my suddenly growing cock so sat back curled up on the far side of the big couch. Paola started by waxing Helen as I watched and they chatted for about 15 minutes. Then it was my turn.

Luckily, I had controlled my erection sitting there by trying to normalize the situation of being amongst two beautiful women peeling their clothes off in front of me so my cock was flaccid but there was a small wet patch of pre-cum on the pink pyjamas, which I had no idea about.

“‘Elen, she will ruin your pyjamas with ‘er little surprise!” Paola said teasingly, “Come on… take off your pants and come over ‘ere.”

I obliged, gladly. I lay on my back on a towel on the couch. Paola looked at my flaccid cock.

“Oh, this is not Irish dick! It is too small!” she exclaimed in her thick Italian accent and then laughing mockingly.

“It gets bigger,” I said defensively, feeling a little embarrassed but once I realised that this was exactly the reaction she was looking for I instantly saw the funny side.

“Touch it and it will get bigger!” I joked.

Helen and Paola laughed.

“No, you can touch it and keep it out of my way please, I don’t want to see it winking up at me,” she laughed, and got on with the job.

She plopped a large dollop of hot wax on my skin and pressed the wax strip firmly upon it with her hand, pulling it off suddenly and pressing her cool hand over the area right away, which took the most of the sting out of it. She repeated this technique all over my body and I wondered why waxing had gotten such a reputation for being painful. Afterwards, my skin did feel tingly but that was more than bearable as the touch of my extra smooth skin was divine. It had never felt this good from shaving.

The feeling of the silk pyjamas moving on my now denuded skin made me feel more feminine that I had ever felt. I savoured each movement I made as the silk brushed against me, accentuating my warm feline feeling. I was told to take my makeup off as my eyebrows could do with a tidy-up and I was glad of the opportunity to go to the bathroom, as my erect cock was once again becoming a noticeable embarrassment.

I returned from the bathroom a few minutes later and Paola waxed my eyebrows. She assured me that she would do a metro-sexual male brow tidy-up on me and she wouldn’t make it look feminine. I was nervous, as I had no idea what she was doing because I could not see but both she and Helen appeared happy with the result.

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Nicole Desired Ch. 16

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Sandy pulled up to the front door of the office and just as he had for Miss Helen Nathan was standing next to the sedan in seconds.

“Good morning Miss Milton, it sure looks as if we are going to enjoy another beautiful day.”

Sandy was shocked as this man had only met her a few times as she usually parked in the garage and took the private elevator up instead of entering through the front door. However, he already knew her name and most likely her position in the company.

“Yes Nathan I do believe it is going to be a fantastic day. Has my secretary made it down from upstairs yet?”

“Yes ma’am she did, just a minute ago she slipped into the ladies room to make sure she looked presentable. She asked me to explain her tardiness if you showed up while she was gone.”

As Nathan finished the sentence Maria stepped out of the doors and made her way to the car.

She was dressed to kill in a tight black hobble skirt that ended at mid calf along with four inch black pumps and black stockings. Her blouse was white silk and had a frilly collar that allowed the blouse to plunge low accenting Maria’s lovely cleavage.

Maria slid into the car and greeted Sandy with a pleasant smile.

Nathan closed the door to the car and Sandy headed out to the street.

“Maria we are going to do a lot of shopping and I thought it would be a good time to also get a little more personally acquainted.”

“I am honored to be invited Miss Milton.”

“Maria we are not in the office so as I have told you many times it is ok to use my first name.”

“I am sorry about that Sandy I will remember to use your name when clients are not around.”

The two women headed to the boutiques downtown and while they drove they talked about all sorts of topics and subjects including their personal likes and dislikes.

The two women spent the afternoon visiting one top boutique after another until Sandy had put together quite the wardrobe. She loved this type of shopping as there was no worry about money and the boutiques would be delivering the clothes directly to the estate once they had finished tailoring them which should be tomorrow. They visited several high fashion shoe boutiques and just went wild making sure that Sandy had a pair of heels for every type of occasion.

“Well Maria one last place to stop and of course we have saved best for last.”

The woman entered through the etched and frosted door of the shop. Maria had seen this shop before and had always dreamed of one day being able to visit it.

A very well dressed young lady welcomed them to the shop.

“Please allow me to welcome you to Lydia’s Lingerie shop and you must be Miss Milton?”

“Yes I am dear and this is my assistant Maria.”

“I am very glad you two have chosen to visit our shop. Far too many women overlook the most important part of an outfit. We believe that without the right lingerie you might as well just wear a potato sack. If you feel great underneath it will show on the outside through confidence and self esteem.”

“I agree nothing makes a woman feel more powerful than beautiful Lingerie. I guess you could say that the panties make the woman.”

“Exactly our sentiment Miss Milton, we will start the fashion show momentarily please feel free to inspect the merchandise closely. Once you are finished with your choices we will then assist you in trying them on if you like. Before we start might I offer you a little wine and cheese?”

“That would be fine thank you”

The young woman rang a small bell on the counter and quickly a cute little dear clad in a pink satin corset with white lace trim matching panties, white stockings, and three inch pumps, appeared from behind a curtain with a tray of refreshments for the women. Each woman was offered a flute of champagne then setting a silver cheese tray in front of the women the girl curtsied and removed herself from the room.

Sandy heard the bell ring once more and a parade of scantily clad beauties proceeded to model some of the most exquisite lingerie the two women had seen. Watching the models began to affect Sandy a bit. She found herself thinking about the sweet girl next to her dressed in the sexy lingerie modeling it for her.

As the models paraded through the room Sandy slipped her arm around Maria and began to casually stroke her hair.

Enjoying the attention from Sandy, Maria leaned over and lightly laid her head on Sandy’s shoulder. She wanted to make sure that her boss understood that she was enjoying everything that was happening and was very receptive to more. Sliding herself closer to Sandy she began to hike her skirt up a bit. She was trying to lift the skirt higher, but things were not working out so well.

“Hun are you having a problem there?” asked Sandy.

“No I was just attempting to get a little more comfortable.”

Maria wished she had decided to wear a shorter skirt as she wanted to flash a little bit of thigh to see how Sandy would react but there was no way in this skirt.

“Stand up for a second Kadıköy Sınırsız Escort sweetie.”

Maria stood up in front of Sandy wondering what was on Sandy’s mind. She did not have to wait long as Sandy took hold of the zipper to her skirt and lowered it.

“Take your skirt off hun and while you are at it why not open your blouse as well. I am sure that would make you very comfortable.”

Maria noticed the look in Sandy’s eyes as she slowly undressed. They were filled with lust and yearning and it excited Maria to the point that her panties started getting damp.

“From the look of those wet panties of yours I would say you enjoy undressing for me.”

“Yes ma’am, actually I fantasized about it every night to the point I have to relieve myself.”

“Well I wish you would have said something as I have spent quite a few nights alone as well. You know I did leave a huge opening for you to make the first step. I mean what more could I do to let you know I was interested then letting you keep my moist panties.”

“I am sorry I just did not want to make the wrong impression on you.”

“You silly girl, I caught you enjoying the fragrance of my pussy juice and let you keep the panties, what better impression could you have made.”

The two women started giggling as Maria finished opening her blouse and then removed it completely.

“Now sit that sweet little ass of yours down right here and we will see just how wet I can get those panties.”

Maria sat down and rested within the crook of Sandy’s arm. Leaning her head on her boss’s shoulder she felt wonderfully safe and secure.

Sandy slid her free hand into Maria’s lap and her fingers gently slipped underneath the waistband of her panties. Slowly she traced her fingers along the plump lips of Maria’s pussy until her fingers found the secretary’s sweet little pearl. Flicking the erect little clit sent shivers up Maria that seemed to escape from her in the form of soft gasps.

Maria couldn’t help it as she started to soak her panties because of Sandy stroking her clit. She no longer cared where they were or who saw as she let herself embrace the pleasure that had begun to ripple through her body.

Sandy slid her fingers down and slowly inserted them into Maria’s steaming hole. Turning her hand she positioned it so that as she stroked her fingers in the juicy slit she was able to stroke in small circles over and around the hard little clit with her thumb.

While enjoying the secretary’s pussy she kissed and nibbled along her neck whispering all sort of sweet things she had planned for Maria.

Maria was lost to the throws of orgasm and anything Sandy wanted she was going to give her. Moaning loudly she soaked Sandy’s hand as she began to cum for the second time.

The fashion show continued as Maria leaned back pushing out her chest and spreading her legs wide as Sandy fucked her fingers rapidly in and out of her sopping pussy.

The show ended and the Young clerk returned just as Maria was letting loose with her third orgasm.

“I see you ladies enjoy the fashion show.”

“Oh yes very much so”

“Have you made any choices?”

“They were all so beautiful I found it hard to choose.”

Maria suddenly began to pant and then exploded yelling out as she came once more.

Sandy was not stopping at all she continued fingering the juicy pussy the whole time she was talking to the clerk.

It turned Maria on even more knowing that others were watching as she was spread wide while Sandy fingered her hot slit. She realized Sandy enjoyed her being on display as much as she enjoyed it.

“You know what? I think I will just take two different collections of everything you presented.”

The clerk’s face lit up with a smile, as she called for her assistant. When the assistant entered, Sandy whispered into Maria’s ear.

“My sweet dear there are now two women watching as I fuck that sweet wet pussy of yours. They can see that you are my sweet little cunt and will do anything. Maybe I should stop fingering you and have you eat my dripping cunt.”

All that came out of Maria’s mouth was a soft moan and the words “Oh please Yes.”

“That’s a good girl.”

As Sandy talked to the two clerks she guided Maria between her thighs. Then asking the clerks to hold on for a second she instructed Maria to remove her panties, and bury her face in her pussy.

Maria did as she was told as she was enjoying every minute of what was happening. It turned her on immensely to have Sandy exercising her dominance over her and she understood that from this moment on she belonged to Sandy, body, mind and spirit.

“Now back to the Lingerie, I want one set in my size make sure I have them in each of your bolder colors. Oh god sweetie you’re making me cum”

Sandy set her hands on Maria’s head and pulled it tight to her pussy.

Maria was in heaven and she was determined to make it as hard as possible for Sandy to talk to the clerks.

“The second set, OH Kadıköy Suriyeli Escort GOD, I would like in…”

Sandy could take no more and she let out with a loud gasp announcing for everyone to hear that she was cumming.

The Clerks waited patiently with a smile on their face as Sandy rode the waves of her orgasm. She had Maria’s mouth tight to her pussy and she was grinding her slit into the sweet dear’s face.

As the young clerks watched they themselves couldn’t help but get turned on. Sandy watched through hazy eyes as the young girls raised their skirts and began to finger themselves as they watched the scene In front of them unfold.

Maria had not stopped she had her cute face buried in Sandy’s pussy and it did not seem like she would be ready to remove it anytime soon.

Sandy whispered to Maria that their company was enjoying the scene so much they were tickling their own clits.

“That’s it sweetie eat that pussy good as I want you to show these girls how eager you are to eat your mistress’s pussy. I want you to turn them on so much that you make them cum.”

Maria went crazy and she slipped her hand into her own panties and began plunging three fingers into her already soaking slit. Taking the other hand she slid two fingers into Sandy and as her tongue lashed at Sandy’s clit her fingers plunged into her tight hole.

My god thought Sandy this girl is magnificent. She had realized that the girl loved to be on display as much as Sandy liked putting her there. But when she had mentioned the word mistress Maria had gone crazy.

Sandy couldn’t think anymore and she was now lost in multiple orgasms. She could just make out the voices of the young clerks panting, as they loudly began announcing that they were Cuming as well.

Maria stopped plunging her pussy with her fingers and removed her head from Sandy’s delicious pussy. She slipped up onto the couch next to her new mistress. Had she heard Sandy correctly, her boss had used the word mistress she was sure of that. Sandy pulled Maria close and gave her a few soft kisses.

“You are such a good girl and I see you enjoy it when your mistress shows you off to others.”

“Oh yes ma’am, I want everyone to know that I am completely and unconditionally yours.”

“Then you now understand just what your new position is and what duties it entails.”

“Yes mistress, I am your servant and my duties entail whatever you want.”

“Good girl, I like how the word mistress rolls off your tongue. Meaning you have a hard time remembering to call me Sandy you may now refer to me as mistress at all times.”

“Yes mistress”

Sandy began to stroke Maria’s hair as her attention turned to the two clerks. They were sitting on the sofa with a dazed look in their eyes, and their hands inside their panties. Sandy smiled as she noticed that each one had soaked their panties with their love juice.

The head clerk snapped out of her daze, removing her hand from her panties and lowering her skirt she began to apologize.

“I am so sorry about this Miss Milton.”

“No need for an apology, come a little closer.”

The head clerk stepped closer to Sandy a little worried that she might be mad.

Sandy gently took hold of the hand the clerk had been pumping her slit with. It was soaked and was still covered with her cum. Sandy placed it in Maria’s hands and then instructed her to clean off all the juice.

Maria complied with Sandy’s command without hesitation. She eagerly licked all the sweet nectar of the cute girl’s pussy.

While Maria cleaned the fingers of the girl, Sandy slid her hand between Maria’s legs and lightly continued to tickle her slit.

Once Maria had finished cleaning ever drop of juice from the clerk’s hand, Sandy motioned for the second clerk to come closer and she had Maria clean her fingers as well.

“There now we are all cleaned, I am glad you enjoyed the scene ladies. It seems my hot little lover enjoys being watched as she serves her mistress.”

Sandy leaned forward and kissed Maria.

“Now that I can think, let’s get back to my order. I was saying I would like the second collection in Maria’s size and make sure the colors are all pastels and soft shades.”

“Yes Miss Milton.”

The clerks hurried off to get the order ready. They loved when residents of the Perklun estate came to shop as they never spared any expense. The women worked on commission and today they had made a huge one. To top everything off they both also received one hell of an orgasm.

As they prepared the order for the woman they talked about how hot Sandy and Maria were. The only person who had turned the girls on more was Nicole Perklun. As far as they were concerned they didn’t make them any hotter than her. Each girl would give anything to spend one night with the desirable woman.

The head clerk returned to the storefront.

“Do you want us to ship both collections to the estate?”

“Yes that would be fine”

Maria looked at Sandy and saw Kadıköy İranlı Escort she was wearing a huge smile.

“That is right sweetie you will be moving in to the estate as my servant. I have already cleared it with Helen and she is happy about the idea. She was actually the one that advised me to take you shopping with me so that I could find out, if you were indeed the woman I wanted.”

“Are you sure I am that woman?”

“Oh a test already, ok let us just see. Take your panties and bra off right now.”

Maria stood up and removed her bikini panties and the matching bra and handed them to Sandy.

“Now I want you to sit up on the counter and plunge all four fingers of your right hand in and out of your cunt till I tell you to stop.”

Maria without hesitating began to fuck herself with four fingers.

Sandy began to chat with the two clerks about how long they had worked at the shop and how they enjoy the job. Maria began to moan loudly and then starting gasping as her pussy began to flood once more from an orgasm.

“She sure seems to be a very well behaved servant Miss Milton.”

“Yes she does, would you believe this is her first day.”

“You are teasing me”

“No, I swear this is her first day, right now I am proving to her that she was made to be my servant. Why don’t you go over there and pinch her sweet little nipples.

The head clerk stepped to the counter and reaching forward began to pinch Maria’s nipples.

“You are so lucky to be allowed to serve a beautiful woman like Miss Milton. It is only right that you be shown that you were made to be her servant. If it were up to me I would have you walk out of the shop right now as you are and sit in the car and continue to fuck yourself in public while we finish up the paperwork.”

Hearing that suggestion Sandy noticed Maria’s hand had quickened and now she was slamming her hand into her hole including her thumb. A little more pressure and she would have her whole hand inside her pussy.

“I think that is a wonderful idea, you heard what she said Maria now do it.”

“Yes mistress”

Maria got off the counter, as she continued to stroke her pussy she walked out the front door, opened up the car sat down and began to plunge her hand into her cunt again.

“Yes I do believe I have found the right girl.”

The women finished up the paper work and the clerk informed Sandy that her purchases would arrive later that evening.

Sandy exited the shop and headed to the car.

Standing next to the car were two older gentlemen who seemed quite thrilled as they watched Maria plunging her fingers into her juicy pussy.

Sandy was very happy with Maria as the woman was spread wide with people watching her yet she continued plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy all because her mistress told her to.

“It sure is a beautiful afternoon, don’t you gentlemen agree.”

Sandy had startled the two men with her greeting.

“Oh yes indeed it is ma’am, a very fine afternoon indeed” answered one of the men.

“Well I hope you gentlemen enjoyed the show, I am sure she enjoyed putting it on for you as well.”

“Well yes umm, thank you ma’am it was rather enjoyable at that.”

Sandy slid into the driver’s seat and looked over at her brand new pussy and smiled.

“Pump faster.”

Instantly Maria quickened her pace and was now slamming her fingers into her hole.

The two men looked as if they were going to pass out from excitement as Sandy pulled away from the curb and headed down the street.

Sandy glanced over and noticed that Maria’s pussy was red and had to be sensitive and sore, yet the woman would not slow her pumping down one bit.

“That’s enough sweetie you may remove your fingers and lick them clean.”

Maria stopped and did exactly as she had been ordered to.

“So my sweet little pussy what do you think, did I choose the right girl?”

“Yes mistress you did thank you so much for choosing me.”

“You are very welcome sweetie as it is going to be a pleasure to enjoy your lovely charms.” Handing Maria back her bra and panties she explained what was next for the two women.

“We are now heading to the estate and you may put your clothes back on. If you really want to please me simply wear your bra and panties and leave the rest off. That way when we arrive, everyone will see your soaked panties, and know just how much of a horny little pussy you are.”

“Yes mistress”

As Sandy had figured, her hot little servant slipped her panties and her bra on, but left the rest of the clothing off. It was all Sandy could do to keep her eyes on the road. Maria looked so delicious in her lingerie that Sandy just wanted to eat the sweet creature up.

——- *** ——-

Nicole and Linda lay cuddling with each other as they had just finished with the wonderful lunch that Nicole had made for them and were now just enjoying the feel of each other’s arms.

“I feel safe and secure as I know there is nothing that can hurt me when I am in your arms.” announced Nicole.

“I have missed you in my arms for far too long sweetie and I will make sure that I never have to go that long without you again. You young lady from now on go everywhere I go. I can’t help feeling that it was part my fault what happened if I hadn’t…”

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Natalie with Ian

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I moved to the bench and sat on the edge and then lay down, getting as comfy as possible. I lifted my legs up and held on to them. I waited, looking up at the roof. I was thinking. I wanted Ian, badly. I knew he wanted me and that thrilled me. I didn’t fancy Ian – there was no sexual attraction at all there but i had a sexual need as Natalie to be fucked by him. It was a definite ache in my belly.

I heard him get up and i relaxed. I enjoyed the moments leading up to him touching my thigh. I sighed and looked at him between my knees. “Come on baby,” I cooed. I was definitely getting the hang of this. My horniness level was way up now.

I liked the way he looked at me: he needed me. He wanted to fuck me and i thrilled in that knowledge.

“Come and fuck me baby,” I said to him and he just nodded, stupidly, and moved closer. I got myself ready by moving my hands onto my buttocks and opening my legs as much as possible.

He pulled my knickers to one side and then i had the most exquisite sensation. He was licking my cunt. God, who i loved that. I was bucking and moaning and squirming at his touch. He was wetting me, running his tongue along my crack, pushing his tongue in to me and fucking me with it.

I was bucking madly to his efforts.

Then he slipped a finger around my cunt entrance and rubbing me, sliding it inside me and finger-fucking me quickly. I groaned anew and continued to move to his finger.

“Oh Kadıköy Fetiş Escort God, baby,” I breathed. “That is fucking lovely,” I all but exploded at him as he continued to fuck me with his finger.

“Glad you like it, Natalie,” he replied, smiling at me.

After a few moments of really turning me on, he pulled his finger out and i had an instant of regret but then felt his hands on my waist and i knew what was coming. I was ready. I was actually looking forward to it too.

“Come on baby, fuck me,” I said huskily. I really wanted him.

He leaned over me and i felt his cock head rub my cunt. The feeling was electric and my eyes rolled.

“Yes baby. Just like that,” I said.

He played with me and I melted to him. He was really good at what he did and i was enjoying it all. Then i felt him push and he slipped around and there was some discomfort. He pulled back and tried again and this time his head just slipped easily into me and he held it there, throbbing in me.

God he was big. He was stretching me beyond what i had taken before. He pushed forwards and more of him eased into me. I was certainly being filled by him. I tried to push my arse back onto him as he thrust and judging by his reaction, i had managed to do the right thing. He was mostly inside me now and the next push brought his swinging balls against my arse cheeks. I arched my back at that.

He was nearly all Kadıköy Gecelik Escort in me.

Then he slewed out of me, pulling his long, swollen cock back. I followed him as much as i could but was stopped by his body on me and his hands on my waist.

He reversed again and i felt him slide himself back into me. My insides melted as he began to jab his cock back and forth in me. It was taking my breathe away and i was breathing heavily. My thighs were moving in time to these little thrusts and i could imagine my arse cheeks rippling to it too. This was so fucking good.

My caged clit was still limp and rolling around on my belly. It was oozing a lot of pre-cum but it was nowhere near erect and i took great delight in that.

I decided to step it up a notch. I moved my hands up to embrace Ian and i held on to him as i whispered “come on baby, fuck your little sissy, Natalie. She wants you.”

I smiled at his reaction: one of a stiffing body as he re-doubled his efforts to fuck me. He was doing a damn fine job of it. He was moving steadily in and out of me, fucking my cunt with his very lovely and large cock. His balls were regularly slapping my arse and i loved that. I was urging him on, moving under him fluidly, not at all bothered by the situation any more. All i wanted was a good fucking from him and i was getting that, so happy days all round!

His breathing was becoming more laboured Kadıköy Genç Escort and he was sweating as he fucked me properly. His large cock had full possession of me and it was perfect. My cunt relaxed for him and he took full advantage of that.

I was just holding on to him, like women have done for thousands of years, under their man. I was part of the one beast that is sex and i was home in this role. My sissy to his man. My cunt to his cock.

I whispered up at him again “that’s it baby. Fuck me. Harder. Oh yes, baby, like that. Now deeper,” I hissed as he responded. “now fuck me like you fucking mean it and cum in me,” I cried.

He growled at me and fucked me as hard as he could before pushing himself and grinding himself into me, balls deep and ejaculating his semen a second time.

“fucking bitch,” he shouted out at that moment and i took it as a compliment.?I lay there under him as he twitched his load into me and slowly relaxed. He was still moving mechanically in me but coming down from his sexual high.

His weight was pressed on me and i was effectively trappped. I loved it, my legs on either side of him, moving, rubbing themselves on him. My bottom was jiggling around his cock and my arms were locked around him. He was my man, my stud. Fuck, he was good!

“Good boy,” I complimented him and he snorted a laugh before pulling out of me. He grabbed my jaw then in a powerful grip and shook my head quickly. “You fucking hot piece of sissy ass,” he growled.

“Well, what a video that is going to be,” said Lewis. I turned to him and he had his phone in his hand. “Fucking hot shit and no messing, as they say,” he gloated, laughing at me.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I will never learn!

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Uncut is Better

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If you were to tell Judy she had a fetish, she would probably say you were crazy. To her a fetish is a man who wears panties or maybe a woman who flashes in public. However, if you were to ask one of her really close friends they would say she defiantly had a problem. For you see Judy has a thing for uncircumcised men almost to the point of refusing to fuck a man with a cut cock. She is famous among her friends for the way she cops a feel before she will go out with guy. She tries not to be obvious but if she can’t happen to bump into him, she just reaches out, and grabs him. If she can feel that corona around the head of his dick, it’s see you later Charlie.

Most of her friends will tell you Judy is a great girl and always a lot of fun to go out with no matter where. She laughs easily but not loud and obnoxious, also she has no problem with being a friend’s wingman when needed. Although not many would call her beautiful she is cute, and with her dainty body and her perky smile, she has no problems attracting men. Her light blue eyes and dark hair set off each other well as she likes to say, “Blondes attract boys and brunettes attract men.”

As for the fetish she claims she doesn’t have, I believe it started out as a novelty with the first uncut man she fucked. Judy had already been with quite a few sexual partners before Kadıköy Öğrenci Escort her first uncircumcised encounter and to her; a dick was merely a sexual device to get off with and nothing more. To tell the truth she didn’t pay that much attention, she didn’t really care if the man was big or small, as long as it wasn’t too big or too small. As long as the man functioned, she was happy and even if he was having problems getting it up, she never minded doing her part. Giving oral was not something she particularly liked to do but to get a guy hard it was not a problem.

All that changed the night she met a guy from Germany named Rolf. Truth be told the main reason she agreed to the date was his name, it just cracked her up to say Rolf, as it sounded like something a dog says. When they went out Judy hadn’t planned to have sex with him but in the end she decided she liked the way he looked and invited him up to her place. His strong features were softened by his blond hair and his European style made him seem suave and confident. They ended up in her bedroom and when he pulled a condom from his pocket, it made her happy to see he believed in safe sex. Almost as a reward for his thoughtfulness, Judy volunteered to put the rubber on him. This was something she seldom did and she hoped she didn’t mess it Kadıköy Çıtır Escort up. She was sitting on the edge of the bed as he stood before her.

Judy was just ready to rip the package open as Rolf dropped his pants. She sat there staring at Rolf’s cock in amazement; of course, she had heard of uncircumcised men and had even seen a picture or two. Yet here was Rolf uncut in the flesh, so to speak, and standing right in front of her. Her staring embarrassed him and he apologized for not warning her that he was uncut. Judy told him it wasn’t a problem and it was just she’d never seen one before. Judy would never remember whether she asked to touch it or that Rolf offered her the chance but she’ll never forget the thrill she got the first time she slid his foreskin back to expose the gland. She giggled as she repeated the move and soon she was actually jacking him off. When he warned her, he might climax if she wasn’t careful, she pleaded with him to allow her to make him cum, and when he said yes, she increased her movement vigorously. Rolf the perfect gentleman told her as he was about to shoot and all Judy did was put her face closer as a target. When he came, he shot all over her face, it even got into her eyes and made them burn.

They never did screw that night because after he got hard again Kadıköy Elit Escort she wanted to give him a blow-job instead. As she put him in her mouth, she noticed first how firm the gland was as compared to the soft foreskin below it. Somehow, this intrigued her and she enjoyed feeling the differences in texture. When he came, she swallowed without giving a second thought and although she didn’t care for the taste, she found she didn’t mind it at all.

She and Rolf dated steady for the remainder of his stay in town and Judy found she was sad and disappointed when he left. This had not been love, it had been about sex, and both were well aware of what their relationship meant. Judy went back to dating but found herself thinking about Rolf more often. She found that she now had a bigger interest in a man’s cock than before but as yet; she hadn’t realized her interest was in uncut over circumcised.

The following summer the fates smiled down on our heroine and sent her another uncut male for her enjoyment. Again, she was enthralled with his dick, as she couldn’t keep her hands off the poor man. Although the sex was great, the man was nothing like Rolf had been and was a total bore so she didn’t go out with him again. It was then she had her epiphany, it wasn’t that Rolf or even the other guy were great sex partners it was their uncircumcised dicks that turned her on. From then on, it became her quest to date only uncut men. She decided that way even if the guy was a lousy lay she could at least have fun with his foreskin. Although Judy still dates circumcised men, if she could choose all her dates would be uncut.

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Introducing a New Wife

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I’m Karen and if you know me than you are aware that I’m a white slut housewife for black cock and there is nothing I like to do better than introduce another hot wife to black cock. My good friend which I call the New Jersey Slut because she has always had an interest in meeting black men.

We had one problem we had to take care of before we could find her a black lover and that was to convince her husband to allow his wife to fuck a black man.

I made a suggestion for her to play a few of my DVD’s one weekend so her husband could see how much fun I have with my own husband and my black lovers. I even gave her my DVD showing how I got pregnant with a black baby while filming a video.

She thought it might be a little too much for her husband to see and worried that if he saw me pregnant with a black baby than he would not allow her to screw a black man. I convinced her to allow him to see the video of me with my swollen belly and how my husband encourages me and plays out his roll as my cuckold.

Two weeks after I lent them my DVD’s, I got a call from her husband wanting to know if I could fix up his wife with one of my black lovers. I picked a really nice guy from New York who happened to be hung like a horse and was looking to break in a new couple into interracial swinging.

His fantasy fit exactly what I was looking for because he wanted to meet a white couple who had an interest in cuckolding the husband.

We set everything up for the following weekend and my husband and I would be there to encourage them and make the husband more comfortable watching his wife getting screwed by a black stud for the very first time.

We all arrived at the Kadıköy Esmer Escort hotel and my friend was dressed as I expected in a skimpy white dress with heels. Her husband looked nervous but sat down with my husband as we all had a few drinks.

My husband began setting up his camera equipment while my friend got better acquainted with the black guy I had picked out for them. The husband was really getting scared now as he watched his wife begin to kiss her new lover.

He sat as stiff as a board in the chair as his eyes remained glued to his wife and the black stud sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his crotch and felt his cock hard under his pants and began to point out how excited he was becoming watching his wife kiss the black man.

I began to explain to him how much my husband enjoyed watching me making love with black men and how he got excited the same way. I told him to go ahead and pull his pants off so he could play with his cock while we watched his wife being seduced.

Remembering how excited my husband was the very first time, he saw me making love to a black man and later how excited he was telling me all the details including how he watched a black cock entering my tight white pussy for the very first time. I told him to concentrate on his wife and her black stud and forget that my husband and I were even in the room.

We sat and watched the black stud feeling her tits and making his wife knee down to kiss and lick his cock. Once she got his cock wet, the black stud made her climb up onto his lap where she sat on his cock.

I kept watching her husband and seeing him playing Kadıköy Eve Gelen Escort with his stiff cock, I knew he was extremely turned on watching his wife being ordered to perform for this black man. The sound of her wet pussy could be heard throughout the room as his wife bounced herself on top of her black stud.

After several minutes of deep screwing, the black stud motioned for the husband to come over and closely watch how is thick black cock stretched his wife’s pussy. The next command came when he asked the husband to bend down and lick his wife’s pussy and ass while he continued to screw the wife.

I sat and watched as her husband began licking her pussy being careful not to touch the black man’s cock as he licked around her pussy. After licking all around his wife’s ass, the black stud held onto the wife and turned her over onto her back and began pounding her pussy.

Seeing this huge black stud screwing a wife in front of her husband for the very first time was very exciting and what gave it additional stimulation was that the husband was now standing next to the bed stroking his own cock and ready to cum as he watched his wife being screwed in front of him.

I walked closer to the bed to give her husband more encouragement but he was so excited that it didn’t matter very much so I turned and watched my own husband holding the video camera and playing with his own cock as he does many times watching me getting screwed.

The wife was begging her black lover to fuck her hard and deep and cum was clearly visible around the big cock pushing deep inside her pussy. I wasn’t sure if he had cum inside her at that point but it Kadıköy Evi Olan Escort looked messy as we all watched her getting herself screwed.

After watching them screw for several minutes, the black stud let out a loud yell as he finally shot a large load of cum deep inside her belly. After holding himself deep inside her pussy for a couple minutes, he finally backed out of her pussy until his cock sprung free from its tight confines with a plop.

The black stud remained above her for several seconds while my husband moved in closer with his camera. The large amount of cum that was shot into her pussy was puddled up inside her pussy and I could see the thick white seed from several feet away from the bed.

I was surprised when I saw her husband get down between his wife’s legs and watched as he began to lick and eat the black man’s seed from his wife’s pussy. He continued to lick his wife’s pussy clean as her lover began kissing her as he laid down on the bed next to her.

Once the husband finished licking her pussy clean, the black stud motioned for the husband to move back out of his way so he could turn the wife over onto her belly where he positioned himself to screw her doggie style.

The husband reached out and played with his wife’s tits as they jiggled with each thrust of her black lover inside her pussy. The black stud kept screwing the wife for several minutes until he finally shot another large load into her pussy and as he backed out, the husband leaned down and was ready to lick her pussy clean again.

After her husband finished licking out her pussy again, she turned over onto her back and rested as her husband laid down next to her leaving the black stud for me. That’s a whole story on its own but I have to admit that I couldn’t wait to sample this man’s huge thick black cock myself.

I felt very proud that evening knowing that I was able to introduce another white wife and her husband into the world of swinging with black men.

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Neighbors Delight Ch. 04

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Coastal Retreat

Aaron woke me early and told me we were taking a two day vacation up the coastal highway all the way to San Francisco and that I should dress in something sexy; something showing my mid-section and something short; preferably a skirt. He also added that I should bring sneakers or hiking shoes to change into just in case we wanted to survey the forest.

I kissed him as I rubbed his cock into a stiff missile but he insisted there would be plenty of time for that later and informed me I had an hour at best if we were to do any sightseeing.

He told me I had an hour at best so I dressed quickly and made a quick trip around the block before pulling into my garage across the street.

Once in, I undressed, and quickly took a shower including washing my hair and ran a razor over my body. When I was done, I smelled like sweet honey.

I went to the closet and went through Lynda’s clothes; I found what looked to be a beige two-piece bodycon style dress. It had a short sleeve v-shape that showed partial cleavage and plenty of mid-section. The skirt looked short, very short, but holding it up to my waist it was perfect; it would show my naval and a lot of thigh.

After taping my breasts I dressed and applied my makeup to perfection.

I grabbed some gold jewelry; a thin chained necklace with a tiny cross, a watch, wrist bands, ankle bracelet, and earrings; then I realized my ears weren’t pierced and put them back. I rummaged through her jewelry box but found nothing that would work; I would have to go without.

I straightened up, peered in the mirror, and was on my way before realizing I still needed shoes and a purse.

I retreated back to the closet and found a pair of beige wedge sandals that seemed a little tight but the next pair fit perfectly.

Next was a purse; I found the perfect small beige thin strapped purse that would hold everything that I needed.

I couldn’t believe how excited I was to be with Aaron; just a few days ago I was a straight married man, now, I was cheating bi-cross-dresser fucking my neighbor across the street that in a few minutes would be accompanying him on a two day trip up the coastal highway to San Francisco.

I made sure the house was locked tight before getting in my car and pulling into Aaron’s driveway five minutes later. Now with his garage door opener I opened the garage and pulled in. His car was missing and there was a note on the door telling me he would be back in a few minutes and to let myself in.

Once in, I roamed around the house not looking for anything special when I heard the garage door open.

I rushed downstairs to meet him at the door; he had .

“Mmm,” I kissed him as he walked through the door.

“What was that for?” he laughed.

“I missed you,” I admitted.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, so how do I look,” I stepped back and twirled for him.

“Oh my gawd, you’re gorgeous,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” I kissed him again.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.”

“Good, let’s go then; I have a small cooler in the car with water, Gatorade, and a few snacks just in case.”

“Sounds like you had this all planned out,” I flirted.

“Let’s go,” he laughed as he picked up a small nylon back pack and walked me out to the garage.

“Oh my gawd!” I exclaimed.

“I guess you like it then.”

“I always wanted to ride in a Trans Am.”

“Not just any Trans Am… a 1978 Ram III Pontiac 400 with a Turbo 400 and.” He didn’t finish.

I laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I continued laughing.

“Girls,” he shook his head as he opened the passenger door for me.

“Oh, I need to get my bag out of the car,” I opened the car and retrieved my nylon backpack with a pair short jogging shoes, short socks, and two pair of Lynda’s work out panties in case I cream mine.

“I think you missed something,” he said pointing into the car.

I turned and bent over like a stupid blonde bimbo and that’s when he lightly tapped me on my ass.

“Horny already,” I smiled as I stood up.

“No, just enjoying the view.”

“Men,” I smiled as I took my sat in the passenger seat; my skirt rode up my thighs just a few inches below my privates.

He shut the door and entered the driver’s door; we were on our way in no time.

He explained we would do some sightseeing along the way and the other planned stops coming back home tomorrow. Aaron also told me he had a surprise for me later on in the evening but wouldn’t tell me what it was; it was literally driving me crazy. What could he possibly be planning that he had to keep it a secret?

I felt very feminine as Aaron went out of his way to make my weekend special; especially having a surprise for me.

Now I was in a tremendous mood, my flirtatious female persona took over and I was all in; it seemed so natural.

We got to Malibu exited toward Topanga Canyon and headed toward Topanga Overlook where we enjoyed the awesome view of San Fernando Valley; it really was quite stunning and romantic Kadıköy Grup Escort as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

We spent about fifteen minutes at the overlook before heading towards Malibu. Once we hit Malibu we walked hand in hand on the beach; of course without shoes… so romantic.

After a long romantic walk on the beach we went to this great seafood restaurant for some scrumptious seafood and wine. Aaron then took me to an ice cream shop where we enjoyed tasting one another’s ice cream; his mint chocolate chip and mine strawberry cream. However, that wasn’t the only thig we shared as we enjoyed sweet kisses between bites.

We continued our adventure north to Pismo Beach where we did some wine tasting; I learned a lot about wine on our stop. We spent a lot of time tasting wine and had to be on our way.

I was having the time of my life so far and couldn’t wait for Aaron’s surprise later on.

We headed toward Monterey and took the scenic seventeen mile drive and had a mooch around Camel-by-the-Sea a cute seaside village with shops, cafes, and restaurants.

The scenic drive was so beautiful and stopped at one of the cafes for a coffee.

Once back on the Coastal Highway we headed toward San Francisco flirting all the way there.

I wondered where we were headed after we passed San Francisco and turned off the road a while later. I didn’t say a word as we continued to turn and eventually turned onto a drive and drove through the trees.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I exclaimed excitedly.

“Good, just another minute and we’ll be there.”

All of a sudden there was a huge clearing that revealed an old white style church with gold painted trim about one-hundred yards away and had five good size cottages playfully arranged out of the way and to the left of the church.

I was a little surprised to say the least but figured it was an important landmark and let Aaron guide the way. He took my hand as we climbed the stairway into the church. Once inside I was surprised at how beautiful the inside was; the stained glass windows, the gold velvet antique benches, and the beautiful wood flooring.

We stood there and marveled at the view as we held hands; moments later a beautiful young woman greeted us and introduced herself as Tania.

“I’m Aaron and this is Bella,” Aaron introduced us.

“Great, we’ve been expecting you, follow me,” she told us.

We followed her down the aisle toward the front of the church; once there she asked us to wait and someone would be right with us.

“What are we doing here?” I whispered to Aaron.

“This is your surprise,” he smiled and shook his head.

“My surprise,” I laughed.

Moments later a minister approached us from the left and introduced himself.

Aaron introduced us himself and then me.

“Nice to meet you both; we’ll be splitting you up. Aaron you’ll follow Josh to your cottage and Bella you’ll follow Maria to yours. Once you’re both ready we’ll start the service’ are there and questions?” he asked us.

“No, we’re fine,” Aaron answered.

A young man, who must have been Josh, escorted Aaron off to the left; while a young woman, who must have been Maria, escorted me off to the right.

I followed Maria to the right and took a left in a long hallway to the end. Maria opened the door to a deck; it had stairs straight ahead and a ramp to the right; she led me to the right down the ramp. The ramp led into a smooth white brick path that led to two small single story cottages. The first one was a white cottage with light blue trim which we passed. The second was another small single story white cottage but with light pink trim.

We entered the pink trimmed cottage; we passed through which looked like a waiting room and into a back room where a second young woman was standing. It looked more like a dressing room with a hair washing sink and hair washing station.

“Bella, this is Mona, she will be helping me prepare you for the big event,” she smiled.

“What big event?” I questioned.

“You’re wedding,” Maria answered as they laughed lightly.

“What,” I remarked curiously thinking they made a huge mistake.

“Mona, bring me her dress,” she told here.

Mona disappeared into another back room and came back with a beautiful white wedding dress.

“Oh… my… gawd!” I exclaimed as I covered my mouth and laughed in excitement; my eyes began to tear.

“It’s a beautiful dress isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I answered excitedly.

“We’ll be dressing you in all white including white panties due to the high lo cut of the dress,” she told me.

“I’m sorry; but I can’t do this,” I said realizing that this couldn’t happen fearing they would find out my secret.

“Would you rather change in the restroom for privacy?”

“Um, yes,” I answered not wanting to disappoint Aaron knowing Aaron went through a lot of trouble setting this whole thing up.

The look of surprise must have covered my face as she handed me laced reinforced panties; the Kadıköy Manken Escort kind I wear to tuck my manhood back.

“If it makes you feel any better we’re transsexual also,” Maria informed me.

“What… you know?”

“Yes, it makes the bride feel more comfortable knowing the people preparing them are just like they are,” Maria told me.

“But; I didn’t know.”

“Because it was a surprise,” she giggled.

She was so pretty I just laughed along with her.

“Then we can continue?”

“Yes, but my bra.”

“You’re the blushing bride; you will be going braless.”

“But.”

“Bella, relax, you’re not the first girl we took care of.”

“Okay, have at it.”

They began to undress me; my shoes first, then my clothes, and then turned their backs to me as I quickly exchanged my panties for their white reinforced laced ones. They then stripped me of my makeup and nail polish and began applying new.

It took the two of them more than an hour to dress me and make adjustments to my dress including taping my breasts for cleavage. Next, they sat me down and Mia applied my makeup and then polished my nails.

The young girl retrieved a long curly highlighted wig and Mia adjusted it until she was satisfied. It was long and covered my shoulders and somewhat beyond.

I stood in front of the mirror; I was ecstatic at how beautiful I was. The dress was a pure white strapless low high with a very small train, laced midsection with gold eyelets, and lace top which positioned right covered my nipples. The shoes, triple strapped white gold laced with four inch heels and a gold double buckle ankle strap. Then they decked me out in gold accessories.

The smile on my face said it all.

“You’re beautiful,” Mia told me.

“You really are,” the young girl added.

“Thank you… but isn’t it a little racy?” I asked.

“Don’t worry; the sticky back added in the breast area will keep your breasts in position,” Maria explained.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” I sighed admiring my beauty.

“The bride should be ready,” Mia remarked laughing.

“I will check,” the young girl added as she left the room.

“Oh my gawd,” I smiled still admiring my reflection.

“Don’t cry; you will ruin your makeup,” Mia told me.

“Maria, they’re ready,” the young girl informed us.

“Are you ready?” Maria asked me.

“Yes,” I exclaimed.

It was time; a young female came into the room and the way she was dressed I assumed she was a bridesmaid.

“Follow me,” she smiled as she led me out of the room and behind the last bench.

I was shocked to see the pews were filled from front to back.

“Wait right here until you hear the music start,” the young woman told me.

“What,” I was still a little overtaken by the current event.

“Don’t worry; they’ll tell you when it’s your turn,” she laughed as she looked over her shoulder to the other three women.

“Thank you.”

The young girl met a young man at the aisle and they walked toward the steps toward the minister.

Next, Aaron appeared and he was walked down the aisle by an older woman who took a front seat on what appeared to be on the groom’s side of the aisle.

The three women nudged me and I met a fortyish year old gentleman who walked me up the aisle. Everyone turned and smiled at me as I passed by making me blush under my makeup. My fatherly escort took a seat on what appeared to be the bride’s side of the aisle.

I managed the steps and met my groom at the top where he clasped my hands and held on to them.

“Is the bride and groom ready?” the minister asked joyously.

“Yes,” Aaron answered as I murmured under my breath.

I peered into Aaron’s eyes and fell into a daze.

“Do you,” was all I remember hearing moments later as Aaron slightly squeezed my hand bringing me out of my daze.

I felt the ring slide onto my finger as I looked down; it was a large diamond ring… my heart raced as I felt my blood rush through my body.

“You may kiss the bride.”

It seemed like I waited forever for our lips to touch… and forever for them to part.

“Are you alright?” Aaron asked me.

“I’ve never felt better,” I laughed nervously; it was a lot to take in for me at the moment.

He walked me down the aisle and out the church’s front doors.

“Oh my gawd,” I shrieked as they had a huge tent erected with smaller ones placed around it.

“Our reception,” Aaron laughed.

“Oh my gawd,” was my vocabulary of the moment.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

The guests began to roll out the front door and congratulate and compliment me on my wedding and appearance adding they hope I have a healthy and long marriage.

“Honey, this way,” Aaron told me as he escorted me to the center of the tent and a huge wedding cake.

“Oh my gawd,” I covered my mouth not believing everything that’s happening to me right now.

The photographer took a million Kadıköy Masöz Escort pictures with surrounding nature; in front of the church, in front of the fountain, on the walkway leading to the bridge that arches over the large stream, on the bridge, in front of our cottage; and that’s not including the ceremony.

We were served dinner; a delicious outdoor barbecue which consisted of chicken, beef, and pulled pork; grilled corn on the cob, and homemade baked beans, potato salad and coleslaw.

Maria told us it was time to cut the cake and escorted us over to it and handed me the knife; Aaron laid his hand upon mine as we cut it together as the photographer continued to take pictures.

Temptation got the best of me as I swiped a little icing off the cake, laughing hysterically, and wiped it on Aaron’s nose.

He retaliated by smearing some across my mouth.

We laughed.

“You messed up my makeup,” I smiled… though pouting playfully.

“Sorry,” he laughed.

I smiled still excited about my wedding.

Maria rushed over, cleaned me up, and then touched me up quickly.

We danced the first dance alone then the rest of the guests joined in.

Hours later it was over; Aaron picked me up and carried to our cottage that was set back slightly into the woods. He put me down on the porch, opened the front, and proceeded to carry me across the threshold.

Aaron put me down on my feet and closed the shades. I asked him to unzip me and he did without hesitation. After that our clothes seemed to have a mind of their own as they basically melted off our bodies.

Aaron’s cock had sprung and was pointing straight up as to salute me; I was ecstatic to say the least.

We mutually fell into one another’s arms and kissed passionately as his cock was pressed between our bodies. Afterwards, he pressed down on my shoulders; but no matter how much I loved him, and I did, I wasn’t sucking cock… not his… not anyone’s.

“Take me to bed and fuck me,” I whispered.

He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, he shut the blinds, and kissed me again; it was a welcomed kiss.

I grabbed his cock and led him to the bed where I led him to the center of the bed and pulled him down on top of me.

We kissed… and kissed… and kissed. He then kissed my neck; I tilted my head in either direction giving him total access. Aaron slipped and hand over my nipple and began fondling it which brought on heavier panting from me. Eventually he worked his mouth down to the other nipple, now, he was sucking on\e nipple and fondling the other.

“Oh gawd Aaron,” I moaned as my hips began to move by themselves.

He stopped and lifted my ankles over my head rolling my ass upward for easy penetration. Aaron’s cock pressed against me and slid right in thanks to pre-lubing myself before the ceremony.

“Oh fuck,” I giggled as I pulled myself up and kissed him.

He was a fucking animal as he laid the wood to me.

“Oh gawd… Aaron… ah, fuck me,” I moaned.

He grunted as his balls slapped my ass.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” I lifted my head and watched his cock fuck my sissy ass.

He Laughed.

“What… what are… you laughing about?” I panted in rhythm with his pounding.

“I’m fucking you,” he grunted.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I yelled as I orgasmed.

He continued until he slowed and enjoyed ejaculating into my ass; but he wasn’t done quite yet as he began hammering me again.

“Oh gawd Aaron!” I screamed as he began to roll me up a bit more and began to fondle my nipples sending additional waves through my body making me come again.

Ten minutes later he filled me up again with his jizz.

He fucked me for forty minutes all together and it felt great. This was the first time he fucked me for so long; I was totally satisfied, tired, and a bit sore.

“We have to leave early so we better get some sleep,” Aaron told me.

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” I said cuddling up to him.

The next morning I wanted Aaron to fuck me again but he insisted we leave before it was to late because he wanted to stop along the way; I agreed. We took a shower; but not together than headed out but not before packing my dress and jewelry from the wedding.

We stopped shortly and ate a quick breakfast and then stopped for some sightseeing.

We stopped for lunch and then stooped for more sightseeing.

When we hit Los Angeles I began crying because I knew it was all coming to an end.

“Why are you crying?” he was generally concerned.

“I love you so much; yesterday… was the best day of my life.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I can’t see you anymore.”

“That’s not an option.”

“I’m sorry; but as much as I love you I’m about to be a father,” I explained as I began to remove my wedding ring.

“Keep it; it’s yours.”

“No, it’s expensive; you can return it or sell it and get your money back.”

“I gave it to you,” he put his hand on mine so to stop me from removing it.

“Thank you; you’re not mad at me are you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it; just accept my answer and forget about it.”

“I’ll never forget you, or my wedding, or this moment.”

“Bella, it’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you; it’s just the closer we get to San Diego the more reality sinks in.”

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Victoria, Goddess of CFNM Pt. 03

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The next morning, Victoria found her third target. Francis was a hospital patient who had been bedridden for several days due to a car accident. While he couldn’t use his legs, he unfortunately could use his mouth, and he had been catcalling at and making passes at several of the females. One intern, Wendy, had reported it to her supervisor Adam, but her supervisor had just laughed it off and told her it was natural for a guy to do that to a pretty lady like her.

It was 6 AM, and it was Wendy’s turn to go record Francis’ vitals. She entered the room silently, hoping he was sleeping, but had no such luck. The patient was awake, and grinned like a maniac at seeing her. She sighed inwardly as she reached over to check his IV line. Francis chose this moment to cop a feel of her backside, and Wendy stepped back in shock.

Francis smirked, “Too good to pass up, pretty girlie. You should be happy that some people find you sexy enough to give you attention for it.”

Victoria NUDGED Wendy, hard.

Wendy’s eyes narrowed, and she took a roll of Kadıköy Olgun Escort tape from the bedside table and stuck it over Francis’ mouth. Then she tied his hands to the sides of the bed. Then, she pulled up the hospital gown, which had been showing off the first signs of an erection.

Francis’ eyes widened as her hand went straight to his erection, and Wendy started pumping furiously. He was in heaven, feeling her smooth hands jacking him off. He closed his eyes.

Wendy promptly took out her cellphone, and quietly snapped a picture. The man, lost in his ecstasy, never noticed. She continued to stroke. Francis would moan a few more times, but not much could escape the tape around his mouth.

To hurry it up, Wendy reached over for some baby oil in the cabinet. Francis’ eyes flew open the second after she stopped her stroking, with his eyes imploring her to go on. Wendy smiled to herself. Obviously he was so lost in the pleasure that he didn’t know her plan. He actually thought this was just his dream coming true.

She Kadıköy Sarışın Escort poured the baby oil onto her palms, then got back to work. True enough, Francis let out a contented sigh and closed his eyes again. Pretty soon, she felt the telltale throb of his erection, and knew what was coming.

“Mr. Francis?” Wendy called him, and he opened his eyes to see her phone camera videoing everything.

He panicked in that second, but it was too late to kill his buzz, as Wendy’s masterful hands milked out the first string of cum from his dick. The rest of the cum splattered around onto his stomach, as Francis’ brain struggled to process the implications of her video along with the pleasure of the handjob.

Wendy gradually slowed her stroking, happy to have caught it all on camera. As the last drops were milked out, she leaned closer to her patient, still feeling the pleasure as if she had been the one who orgasmed.

“So, should I show this video to all the nurses and doctors?” she grinned victoriously, then Kadıköy Şişman Escort ripped the tape off his mouth to let him reply.

“No, no,” Francis protested, now realizing the intern’s plan.

“Well, if you don’t want me to,” Wendy continued, “you should never treat us females like you’ve been doing. If I hear about you trying to grope us again, you know what’s going to get passed around.” She smiled sweetly.

Francis, defeated, nodded politely, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy,” Wendy grinned. “Now, just one last picture.” She knelt down beside him and took a selfie of both of them, making sure his limp dick and cum all over his stomach were prominently visible.

“Oh, maybe I should leave you like this for the next nurse to see?” Wendy grinned evilly.

The boy looked so defeated as he begged her not to. Satisfied that he had been thoroughly cowed, Wendy relented. She untied his hands, cleaned up the cum, and glided out of the room, happy at a job well done.

Victoria shivered in delight at another alpha male who had been used to serve a female’s whims. One more target down, but there was much more work to be done. Perhaps she would have opportunity to target Adam, Wendy’s supervisor who had considered it “normal” for men to prey on pretty women. She flew off into the night, swearing to keep an eye out for that man.

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You’re invited to gambling party- couples only-anything goes

We’ve had two experiences with wild sex–our visit to the cottages, and our poker game, both of which you can find in our other stories–and we remember them fondly, so one night we decided it was time for a third. We wanted to plan a real extravaganza this time. After much discussion we came up with an idea and decided that we would invite the couples we got to know, intimately, from the cottages and the poker game but also put an ad in a swingers web site, because, for this, the more the merrier. We sent out the invitations. You’re invited to a gambling party–Couples only-Anything goes-Dress in formal wear. We chose a picture we took at the cottages, of my wife and Theresa bent over the table and me playing with Theresa’s pussy and Rick’s cock halfway in my wife’s pussy, and, since the theme was gambling and the attire was formal, also a picture of a slot machine with a man in a tux and a woman in an evening gown. Then we sent the invitations to Theresa and David, Fiona and Rick from the cottages, Gunner and Inge, Annabelle and Michael, and Henry and Bridgett, from out poker game and also posted it on the web.

We got some interesting replies to our invitation. One was just an envelope with one word Yes, another was a picture of red lips around a stiff cock, one from Henry and Bridgett, who were still new at this, was a brief note, we will be there. All in all, with the ad, we got 11 acceptances, so with us, 12 couples- 12 pussies, 12 cocks. We began preparing.

It took some work because we needed slot machines, card tables and sex rooms. The hardest part was preparing the coins for the slot machines. The slot machines would be just for the women and the card tables for anyone. The winning coins had to be printed with sex favors on them, written for the woman but directed to the men- for example- ‘invite five men into the dark room then get on all fours and let them do to you as they please’ or ‘play truth of dare with your partner and three other couples’ The women were to gamble for the coins, get as many as they could, and pick the ones they wanted to do, and well, do them.

The location was a rented house outside the beach and we moved in a couple of days early to prepare. There were six rooms to set up- a lounge, a card table room, a room covered from wall to wall in plush mattresses, a dark room, a toy room with a king size bed with four posts, and a glory hole room. I was hard practically the whole time and my wife kept rubbing herself but eventually everything was set up.

Finally the evening came. My wife was wearing a long black silky dress that came to her ankles but was slit up on the right side to her upper thigh; the dress was cut deeply, revealing her fine cleavage. She had on high heels and a simple band of pearls around her lovely neck. The first to arrive were Gunner and Inge, as we expected, since they said they would come to loosen us up. My wife was in the living room and she opened the door, greeted Gunner and gave him the customary kiss hello. This kiss lingered just a minute longer than usual while their mouths explored each other. I came in then, after putting the finishing touches on the lounge and got us all a drink. Inge looked at me and twirled, her red dress was formal and obviously a designer, but was so short that as she twirled there was an opportunity to see the outline of her ass in her purple panties. I had on black pants, a black t shirt and a tuxedo jacket.

Before we had a chance to do anything Kadıköy Anal Escort with Gunner and Inge the other couples started coming in. Pretty soon there was a room full of people dressed to the nines, talking, mingling and drinking. There were all sorts of couples, ranging in age from 30’s to 60’s with all sorts of body shapes too. Something for everybody. Literally. We smiled and said hello to everyone with a special kiss and squeeze for those we had played with. Then my wife rang the bell and took charge.

“Welcome everyone, we are going to have a great night, but first there are some rules. We will start as I direct and then anything goes, but the women will be in charge the entire evening. So of course they will do as they want, so men if you want to say no, of course no means no. But I’d be surprised if that happens.” She winked at someone. “Now I want you all to follow me.”

She led everyone into the glory hole room and separated the men and the women. There were 12 holes, “Now men, take out your cocks, hard or not, and put them in the holes. Here’s the rule. Women every hard cock with pre cum will be kissed, rubbed, sucked and made to come. The rest you can look at, touch or suck, but if they get hard with precum you have to make them cum.” My wife told me later that there were only two hard cocks at first and she broke the ice by going for them, sucking one and stroking the other. She made both of them cum. She said her pussy was dripping wet. Pretty soon the other women joined in, sucking, blowing, licking, it was too much, and by the end, every man had come. I came hard after at least three different women played with me. The woman that brought me over had a sucking technique with a slurp that was exquisite. Making every man come was precisely the idea, to make sure the hard cocks would last once the real fun began. My wife then directed the men to the lounge and the women to the slot machines. The lounge had TV with porno, magazines, books of penthouse letters, drinks, herbal aphrodisiacs, Viagra- in short whatever was needed to for the guys to recover. Meanwhile the woman played the slots and collected coins.

It would be impossible to tell the experiences of everyone there so I will tell you only what happened to me and what my wife told my later happened to her. We know what happened to Gunner and Inge and Theresa and Rick from other adventures but that is for another story.

I sat in the lounge reading a group of stories from a penthouse book. Some of them involved bisexuality, cheating, pain or other things that didn’t turn me on but after about 15 minutes I found a story that really turned me on. It was about a group of guys playing poker while their wives were in the kitchen complaining about their lack of sex. They decided to play hostess for the game, coming back with treats, beer and drinks and wearing less and less each time, until the guys started to notice. Then Richard lost all his money so Ingrid said “Bet me honey” and he did. He lost and after Ingrid stroked his lap and asked him what he wanted her to do he said give Bob a slow blow job while everyone looks on. Soon the game was all about betting wives blowjobs, pussies, asses, and the story got hotter and hotter. Once my hard on was back I couldn’t wait to go back out. Each man in the lounge had his own way of getting back into the mood, I’m sure.

My wife won 33 coins and was hot just reading the instructions. Some women were exchanging coins but she went through hers, picked her top six and put Kadıköy Yaşlı Escort them in order, hottest last. She gave the rest away to a black haired woman, wearing a white designer dress, who was having bad luck at the slots. After what seemed a long time, but really wasn’t, she called the men out. We began mingling and drinking and I was about to go talk to Bridgett when a woman I didn’t know came up to me with a coin. She was about 5’6″ and wore a purple evening gown that came up around her neck. She appeared to have large tits and a smooth round ass but it was a little hard to tell as her gown covered her from head to toe. She handed me a coin that said “Go to the card room and play truth or dare with the man of your choice”. Off we went.

My wife’s first of six coins said ” Pick two men, lead them to the couch, kneel in front of them, remove their cocks, if they are still dressed, and going back and forth give them both blow jobs, don’t let them come.” My wife loves sucking cock and is very good at it and had to work at not letting them come. She said that she chose Rick and Gunner because she had felt, touched and tasted both of their cocks and liked them, that’s how she wanted to start. The way she put it; Rick’s cock is thick with a large ridge and Gunner’s is long, she wanted variety. She also wanted to kneel on the floor and put on a show, so she hiked up her skirt. She had on see-through pantyhose that were soaked around her pussy so were even more see through. I know I looked from the game room; I’m sure every man did.

Sheila was the name of the woman who wanted to play truth or dare. She smiled at me and said “Dare”. I nodded. “I dare you to take off your pants and any underwear but keep on your t shirt and tux.” I stood up, turned around and unbuttoned my pants. I swayed to the music until I was naked below the waist. Her eyes stayed glued to my cock. My turn. Truth. Are you completely naked under your gown? To my surprise she stood up and bumping and grinding took it off. Completely naked. I was right. I was right about her tits and ass too. She had a dark bush but shaved pussy lips which were so wide open you could see inside. I wanted to touch but it was her turn.

My wife stopped sucking and blowing way before the guys wanted her to but she didn’t let them come. Her next coin said pick three guys, take them to the toy room, have them tie your ankles and wrists to the posts and then let them take turns playing with the toys, and you. Each guy should lead you close to coming but you must say ‘now’ before you come and they must stop. She came up to me and showed me the coin and asked me to be one of the guys so I said goodbye to Sheila, who began looking at her coins, and at naked or half naked guys, and I walked away with my wife. She also chose a guy we didn’t know, he was younger, about 40, completely naked. I’m sure she chose him from looking at his cock by the tilt of her eyes. I’m sure she also wondered what woman had got him complexly naked. She then went to Gunner because he was standing alone while Inge was getting gang fucked in the ass on the living room floor. My lovely wife still in her black dress led the three of us in. We unbuttoned her dress so it fell over her sides leaving her tits and pussy on display and tied her up. She picked me to go first, Gunner next and the new guy, Neil, last.

I picked up a dildo and first rubbed it along her tits, then up to her mouth and watched her lick the tip and look me in the eye. Then I slid it down to the outside of Kadıköy Zenci Escort her pussy lips and began rubbing it back and forth ever harder and faster until she moaned ‘now’, and I had to stop. Gunner then picked a realistic large cock and teased her pussy lips and then held it at the opening. He didn’t move it, so she lifted her hips to engulf it, it was one of the hottest things I ever saw. He just held it there and she had to buck her hips to fuck it, she went slow at first, then fast, then squirmed on it, then fucked it so fast I thought for sure she would come, but she let out a muffled moan and a ‘now. I looked up to see that Neil had sat on the bed and had put his cock to her lips. But now it was his turn. He got a tongue vibrator and held it against her pussy lips getting a pussy licking like she’s never had. It didn’t take her long to say ‘now’ but I suspect that she had come, just a little, while hip fucking the large ‘cock’.

I untied her and we kissed and then went out to the living room. A couple came up to us and handed the coin ‘pick three couples and go into the dark room,’ we looked at each other and smiled and went ahead.

It was incredibly hot walking about in there. I felt hips, tits asses, pussies and had fingers grip my cock. Often when I bumped into a woman I would finger and stroke her trying to decide, just from the pussy if it was my wife. One woman started squeezing my cock, letting go and squeezing again over and over, either my wife had learned a new hand job technique or this was someone else. She had a way of squeezing that was wave like and delicious and soon I reached the point of no return. I came loud and long. I’m sure my wife heard my moans.

So with a soft cock I wandered back to the lounge to wait for another hard on. I took one of the Viagra’s because I wasn’t sure I could come three times but I wanted to try. I settled in for a while. My wife went through a couple more of her coins, I’m not sure what she did, but it was the thought of the possibilities of what she was doing that got me hard again, so out I went. She’s promised to tell me what she did the next time we plan some wild sex.

When my wife saw me walk out with a hard on she clapped and said, “We are all here, so now for the finale”. I couldn’t believe it was time for the end, had I been out that long? But I was ready. “Women you are to get in a line and lean over the table. Men you form a line over there. Now going down the line fuck every woman in the pussy or ass, her choice, skipping your wife until you’ve fucked every other woman then go to your wife and fuck until you come”. It was a great idea and the different pussies were amazing as I’m sure the cocks were for the women. Some pussies were loose, some tight, some undulated, some were messy with lubricant, some with sperm, some sloppy with pussy juice, everything you could think of. I ended up in back of my wife, fucking hard. I’d come twice that night and I really pounded away. I thought maybe I wouldn’t be able to come. It seemed to go on forever. I lost track of time but it was feeling so good. After what seemed like hours I felt my balls tighten and my thrusts became deeper and harder and deeper and harder. I was on the verge of cumming for what seemed like hours. I finally exploded in a mind bending orgasm. Later my wife said she had four orgasms that night. One in the toy room just like I suspected, one in the dark room when she was being anomalously fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time and twice while I pounded away at her.

I wandered incoherently and then fell asleep in mattress room and when I woke up she was with me. Everyone else was gone. We looked at each other, said I love you, and smiled. I ran my hand down her back, she was naked, and up the sweet curve of her ass. I felt a familiar tingling in my cock.

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Worth the Wait

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A chill ran through my body, which only now was beginning to cool down, as the beads of sweat, not all of which were my own, started to dry in the thick, steamy air that surrounded me. My legs shaking, I took a seat on the couch, the very piece of furniture upon which I had just committed the most depraved deed of my life with my two best friends. Except for a couple pieces of jewelry, I was dressed in only a pair of sexy high heels while the cum of two different men was still streaming down my face and neck, though the fluid was mostly dried by now. Across from me, Jason was getting his clothes back on after fulfilling his wildest fantasy of double-teaming me with Leo, who was already taking a shower down the hall. I figured I would wait until Jason left before I got dressed, although my naked body was starting to get cold.

When Jason finally walked out the door, I told him one more time that he and Leo had given me the time of my life and that we would have to do it again. I meant all of it too, but what I didn’t tell him about was the mix of emotions that were running through my brain following my first experience with double penetration and, well, any sexual experience involving more than me and one other person. As I started to prepare for a shower to get all this sweat and cum off my body, paradoxical feelings were at war within me.

On the one hand, I felt exhilarated because I had just been simultaneously fucked by my two best friends in a wild, passionate and intense threesome. The ensuing orgasm was as good as any as I ever had rip through my body. On the other hand, though, I couldn’t shake the feelings of shame and even guilt. Perhaps we had all gotten a little carried away, and I couldn’t help but think that respectable women didn’t have threesomes, let alone do something as wicked as double penetration. I had always prided myself in being very selective with my sexual partners, but for the first time in my life I felt like a whore.

It took me a long time to sort out those feelings. Poor Jason, who lived out of town, went home and couldn’t help but constantly talk about what had transpired. After more than a decade of being sexually frustrated by me, he had gotten not only the opportunity to finally fuck me, but live out his wildest fantasy to sandwich me. However, as eager as he was to talk about it over the course of the following months, I felt, unfortunately, awkward talking to him at all, as if we had broken up or something.

Leo, on the other hand, didn’t bring up the threesome very often, though he said he had had a hell of a good time. Since he lived in town with me, too, he still got to fuck me pretty much whenever he wanted. I truly did want to bring Jason back into Leo and my sex again, but I guess I just had to work through my feelings first. Fortunately for all of us, my qualms had settled within a few months.

Even Jason admitted there was some initial awkwardness that comes with banging his best friend in a devil’s threesome after almost a decade of mostly platonic friendship. After all, he and Leo had never really gotten along before the threesome, and I can’t imagine their relationship got any less awkward after double-penetrating me. Getting carried away with teaming up with him on their shared lady of obsession certainly complicated that issue, especially when they were forced to communicate over the next few months.

By March of 2014, though, the negative emotions wore off, but the memory of the wonderful experience remained. Nothing could match the passion and intensity of that experience, and Jason’s inability to not pursue a follow-up session kept it fresh in my mind. By April, we were starting to come up with a time and place where the boys could fix my slender, 5’5″ frame between their toned bodies. I got so hot thinking about it that I could hardly believe I had been that awkward about it for the past three months!

One thing Jason had taught me over the years was the power of honesty, and, after confiding in him the complex emotions that I feared would taper his enthusiasm which I very much adored, my confidence was renewed. Jason insisted that he didn’t want to pressure me into anything I didn’t want to do, but I truly did want to have another threesome with him and Leo. That first time was sincerely amazing and the perfect culmination of my relationships with the two boys, and the energy and intensity – not to mention the pleasure – of the sex was unparalleled by anything I enjoyed following it. Having been purged of my qualms, we actively pursued a follow up meeting for more raunchy, ungodly sex. It had to be with them, too, because back then I would never have even dreamed of doing such outrageous acts with anyone beside Leo and Jason, my two best friends.

Unfortunately, it ended up being more than a year between arranging our first threesome and carrying out the second one. It didn’t help that Jason and I lived more than 500 miles apart, and that obstacle was just the beginning. Kadıköy escort bayan Being firmly rooted in our separate lives, we didn’t have many opportunities to see each other, and when I did visit, I always stayed with my parents, a set-up that didn’t really allow for the fulfillment of our mutual lust. Jason’s living situation wasn’t much better, living in a bachelor pad with two other men who we didn’t want knowing anything of our arrangement. Then there was often the issue of Leo’s not being able to get off work most of the time. At least most of the work I did for my job was online, which made going out of town a non-issue for me. Otherwise, we might have waited even longer.

After plans for a second threesome fell through more than a couple times for different reasons, at long last, Leo and I were back where I grew up, on our way to a motel where Jason had checked in just moments before our arrival. After many months of delay, we realized we needed to just make it happen, and even though the long delay between sessions had done nothing to help my nerves, I was excited. Admittedly, that old guilt and shame attempted to grip my heart, but I had become well-trained in releasing my inhibitions to allow all of us to have some good, raunchy fun.

It was freezing cold that day, being the middle of February. I was wearing a long, very heavy coat but not much else under it, considering the ensuing activity. Even though the walk from the car to the room was just a couple minutes, it was enough for me to feel like my toes were going to fall off. My fun silver stripper shoes were sexy for the occasion, but they weren’t much for practicality considering the weather. The heels were a must, though, as the boys loved me in the right pair of shoes. I certainly didn’t mind it because I love shoes!

When Leo and I did make it into the room, I wasn’t quite ready to take my jacket off yet. Yes, of course I was a little nervous to initiate just my second threesome and first in more than a year, but my body needed a minute to warm up anyway. Jason had greeted us right at the door and, along with Leo, patiently waited for me to undress.

Leo got comfortable right away, throwing aside his jacket and unloading his wallet, phone and keys before engaging Jason in forced and awkward conversation. The boys had never had much in common aside from their interest in me, but that one similarity was plenty enough for them to be together in that room. While the boys chatted, I checked myself out in the mirror to make sure my hair and makeup were still in place. Color was returning to my face as my body warmed up, and I decided it was time to get started once I felt pretty enough.

I gave the boys a seductive smile that they seemed not to notice right away as I pulled off the coat without announcement. The movement of my clothing was enough to get them to instantly stop talking and stand at attention to me while my heart began to flutter in my chest. I let the jacket simply fall to my feet, and the boys just smiled back upon seeing what I was wearing underneath.

I wasn’t as proud of this outfit as I was of the Santa getup I’d donned for our first dip into group sex, but I think the boys liked it regardless. For my shirt, I had on a white halter top that didn’t quite meet the gray pleated miniskirt beneath it, leaving most of my stomach exposed and anything more than a third of the way down my thighs, beside the high heels. Like I said, not really an outfit for winter weather. In fact, it was not really an outfit at all, as it barely covered anything. The shoes, by the way, were six-inch high heels that covered just a bit of my recently pedicured feet, complete with pink nail polish that matched my fingernails. For jewelry, I wore the wrist and ankle bracelets from last time and also a pretty silver necklace that Leo had bought me for Christmas just a couple months prior. Of course, I made sure the barn was painted with makeup, and I had carefully framed my brown hair around my face, curling it just slightly around my cheeks so that it curved out at the bottom.

With both sets of eyes on me, I made my way over to the bed in the middle of the room. I tried to walk slowly and sexily, but my legs were shaking too much in my shoes to totally hide my nerves. As both unexplained anxiety and excitement fought in my chest, I took a seat on the mattress and smiled uncontrollably when I saw my two lovers so cutely stunned still and silent as their respective gazes remained fixed on me. I was about to tell them to snap out of it, but then Leo hurried over toward the window, making sure the curtains were pulled closed, and then turned the fan to high. It was a good idea, I thought, as it would dull some of the wild noise that all three of us would undoubtedly be making in just a couple moments.

Being only our second time with all of us together and first in a long time, we were awkwardly silent for the first little bit. It wasn’t like now when we just Escort Kadıköy confidently hop right into the fun. Internally, I was waiting for the right moment to use a line I had rehearsed before deciding to just go ahead and break the silence with it.

“Do you know what my favorite cookie is?” I said, my voice wavering like my arms did as I reached for the hem of the halter top. I didn’t even give them a chance to answer, not that they would have in the midst of their stunned silence. “Oreo,” I answered for them. I felt so silly saying that line that I had to hold in a giggle. I do realize now that the quip would have been more accurate had I been in the presence of two black men, but it would be a couple more years before I would even consider such a thing – which itself is a story for another time!

Anyway, there I was, smiling like a fool and trying not to laugh with how ridiculous I thought my situation was as I pulled my shirt off. Even if my quoting porn wasn’t enough to turn the guys on, I hoped my undressing would do the trick. With my heels planted on the floor, I pulled the halter top over my head and quickly tossed it on the floor on the other side of the bed in that cheap motel. In that moment, I could have used a drink like last time, but the memory of that joyous first threesome would turn out to be plenty of motivation to carry out the act again. Just remembering the passion and intensity of being sandwiched between these two guys last year was enough to get my heart fluttering with delightful anticipation.

Ah yes, the anticipation. Afterward, the three of us talked about how The excitement leading up to the second threesome may have actually exceeded that of the first time. You see, this time there wasn’t as much awkwardness or apprehension, since we had already done it once before and succeeded marvelously. It’s always nearly impossible to top the thrill of doing anything this fun for the first time, but the year-long build-up of this subsequent session may have been enough. I knew the boys were dying to double-team me just as much as I yearned to have them both back inside me. I couldn’t wait to experience again the feeling of those two cocks stuffing my ass and pussy simultaneously. Even though leading up to this evening, no one of us had specifically mentioned double penetration, we all knew a Jessie sandwich was on the menu.

The boys leered at me, still neither one saying a word. It was on me again to keep the show going, so I reached around my back. Had it not been for the bulges in the men’s pants, I would have thought I was having no affect on them!

I unhooked the bra and tossed it away, leaving my B-cup breasts exposed. For Jason, it was only the second time he had gotten to see me topless, so I flashed him a grin as I looked at his eyes, which, of course, were occupied with my chest. I have never been very confident in my boobs, but I’m glad Jason and Leo like them.

I pushed my hair out of my face and over my shoulder, slowly getting more comfortable in this exciting but nerve-wracking situation. At this point, I clutched the edge of the mattress and just smiled at the guys, refusing to make another move. It was their turn.

Leo made the next move, saying under his breath that someone needed to do something here. Leo’s actions seemed to break Jason out of the spell as well, and within a couple minutes, both men had stripped naked right in front of me. I was thrilled with how comfortable they were to disrobe right next to each other, both of them being strongly heterosexual men, not to mention not all the comfortable with each other at the time. I was so proud of them that I hardly noticed their big, erect penises that were eager to get inside me.

Leo, being more comfortable in a sexual context, stepped up first, and I dutifully stroked his cock while smiling up at him. As my one hand caressed up and down that thick, rigid shaft, I used my free hand to beckon Jason over to join the party. He seemed a little hesitant at first, probably because he was still a little uneasy around Leo in this environment, but after just a couple seconds, Jason took his place in front of me beside Leo.

As soon as Jason was within my range, I grabbed his cock with my free hand so that I was jerking both boys off at the same time as they stood angled in front of me. The feeling of one of my hands on each respective cock seemed to ease both of the men, and soon all three of us had calmed down enough from all the excitement to move forward. My eyes darted back and forth between my two best friends, raising my eyebrows to each of them as I cued them for the next step.

In my left hand, I held firmly to Jason’s dick as I positioned Leo’s cock in my other hand in line with my mouth so that I could take it in. As both men looked on and sighed with pleasure, I sucked on Leo’s cock first before quickly switching over to Jason’s. I then proceeded to go back and forth between the guys, sucking off both Kadıköy Rus Escort of them for a few seconds at a time as memories of our first endeavor flooded my mind. By this point, all anxiety had set sail from that dingy motel room.

I reveled in having two hard cocks at my disposal, and what I really wanted was to put them both in my mouth at the same time. It would be another session or two, though, before the guys would be comfortable having their dicks touch. Instead, I just continued to alternate between the two cocks, giving both boys adequate turns inside my mouth.

For the next several minutes I blew both guys off, my heart pounding with excitement. I felt just an iota of shame begin to well up inside me as I returned for a second drink at the well of depravity, but I quickly suppressed that negativity and instead allowed the exhilaration of pleasing two sexy guys at once overtake my senses. Soon, I was slurping dutifully on whichever cock was in my mouth, my head bobbing back and forth while I stroked the other dick with my other hand. I was beyond pleased to hear my friends moan with pleasure as I sucked them, taking a deep breath each time I switched to the other guy.

The next words spoken were from Leo, who said, “Do you like sucking two cocks?”

I smiled, having my response ready to go right away: “I can think of something better for them,” I said, briefly holding both cocks up to my mouth but careful to keep them from touching as I licked the tips of them both. “How about one in my pussy” – I took another lick – “and one in my ass?” It was something I had seen in a porn video once.

Jason and Leo stepped back as I lay back, releasing both cocks and grinning from ear to ear. I playfully kicked my legs up in the air, holding onto the blanket on the bed and recalling the last time all three of us were together and naked, though I still had my skirt and thong on in this moment.

“I really liked when you licked my toes last time,” I said to Jason, stretching out my right foot to him. I didn’t need to say anything more, as Jason grasped the heel of the shoe on that foot and held my ankle as well, pulling it up to his mouth. I giggled as his tongue slipped gently against each of the tips of my toes that protruded from the shoes and then I looked over at Leo.

“This one is still free,” I said to Leo, inviting him to treat my left foot. Leo wasn’t quite the foot/shoe guy that Jason was, but as we drew toward the main event, I could have gotten either one of them to do my laundry for me right there if I’d asked if it meant getting to DP me. Leo obediently held onto my shoe like Jason was, and now both boys were licking the tips of my toes or the top of my foot, as much of it as was exposed by my erotic footwear. I don’t know how hot it was from a male perspective for two guys to be licking my feet, but from my female perspective, it was incredibly sexy!

Leo worked his way more up my ankle and shin while Jason remained focused mostly on my toes and a little bit on the flesh on the top of my foot. As Jason stayed put, his hand ran up and down my leg, making me shiver a bit as I continued to giggle and moan. The closer his hand came to my inner thigh and pussy, the more I twitched and the more turned on I became. The sensations and stimulation from these two men as they worshiped my feet and legs really had me starting to squirm on that cheap motel bed.

Needless to say, both boys had cocks that looked hard as steel. Eventually, Leo was kissing my thighs and rubbing my pussy, his hand underneath my thong, while Jason kissed down to my knee and ran his fingers over my toes, which were damp with his saliva. Leo’s free hand ran up to squeeze my left breast, and that move was enough for me to demand that we move to the next phase. The boys needed no encouragement, and, in a blur of movement, they released me, and Jason was the one now with his back on the bed as I was now standing by the edge of it. As I watched my good friend stroke his cock in preparation for its second run with me in our lifetimes, I pulled my miniskirt down, followed by my thong while Leo took a step back to give Jason and me just a little space.

Once I tossed those remaining garments aside, both of my friends complimented me profusely on my appearance, causing me to blush and meekly thank them as I stood there wearing nothing but high heels and some jewelry to go with my prettied hair and makeup. Then I focused my attention for the moment on Jason, who lay on the bed, prepared to enter me. It would be only the second time I would have this one of my very best friends inside me, so even the group sex aside, I was really excited as I climbed onto the bed with him, his cock rigid and ready for me.

Our eyes met and lingered, both of us grinning as I positioned myself over Jason. I decided in that moment to give Jason my ass first, so I crawled over him on my hands and knees and then turned myself over so that I was facing the ceiling, my back toward Jason and my arms propping myself behind my back on either side of Jason’s shoulders. From there, Jason took charge, lining his cock up with my ass and using his free hand to guide me downward until his cock slid between my ass cheeks and poked my tight, dark hole.

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