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Double Penetration

1

There was a persistent knocking, tearing me from my doze. As I awoke the knocking continued. I called out, asking who was there.

“My name is Justine Zamora. I’m looking for Charlie Baines. Do I have the right room?” asked the voice on the other side of the door, timidly.

“Justine! Oh my God! Let me get dressed! Hold on!” I hollered and slipped quickly into my kimono. Leif frantically stepped into his pants and pulled on his tee-shirt inside out. He remained barefoot. I cracked the door open.

“I’m with someone. You should meet him.” I said and opened the door and Leif was sitting at my desk, his head hanging slightly. The riding crop peeked out from under the bed. The sheets were strewn about. A nearly indiscernible “Oh” slipped out of Justine’s lips. She said she was hoping we could talk.

“Sure! What about?” I asked, taking a seat on the bed. I gestured towards my boy. They shook hands. I could see Justine noting the rope burns Leif still had on the outsides of his wrists. Justine stared him down. I wondered if Leif had suspicions about what happened between me and Justine in DC.

“I’d rather we spoke in private. No offense Leif. Girl stuff,” Justine half heartedly reassured Leif.

“Uh-huh. Girl stuff. I’ll be in my room, Charlie,” said Leif. He must have known what this was about but he left the two of us alone together anyway. I suppose he trusted his Domme because he had to, because he was taught to. And because he loved her. He put on his sandals and left.

“So what’s up? What are you doing here? I mean, you’re welcome here.” I was trying to be perky.

“I broke things off with Jonathan,” Justine said, chin quivering. “It just wasn’t working out. He just couldn’t do it right, Charlie. He wasn’t you!” Her words shook me. Was Justine here to throw herself at my feet?

I think it best to start off at around the time of my first love ending, my first academic success fueling me, and my first real friendship forming. It all happened at once. I know that’s not exactly what you signed on for, but that’s where this perverse tale begins. My name is Charlotte Baines and I have a story.

2

In high school I was unassuming, unremarkable, and unimpressive in many ways. Unless you knew me. I had few accomplishments to speak of. My social status was little more than invisible. And when I graduated from that school, I graduated from the bottom quarter of my class. Hardly something to be proud of. My hair was long and wavy and had a matted appearance and it swayed as I stalked about the school halls, rarely looking up, never making eye contact with other students, never smiling. Only a contorted grimace would form on my face on the rare occasion I did exchange glances with someone. I wore my boyfriend’s corduroys, size x-large tee-shirts, and combat boots. The visibility of my social status was entirely associated with this boyfriend. Jay. He was really popular. At the time, I didn’t know what he saw in me. He called me his little secret. Now I know, he couldn’t even wrap his little pea brain around the half of my personality.

After high school I first worked as a stocker boy at the local grocery store, then I worked as a check out girl at the local grocery store, then I worked as the pharmacy check out girl at the local grocery store. I was moving up, I thought. In school I had been labeled a ‘slow reader’ from early on but that wasn’t the reason for my low grades. My teenage rebellion was never fully holstered, I could never be controlled by my parents, they never got their fists firmly around my fiery disposition. Sure, I seemed unassuming to the casual onlooker but at home I was always neglecting my studies to run off with friends who weren’t really my friends because they thought I was too weird, or run off with boys who didn’t really care about what I had to say. I refused to do my homework when my folks were strictest, as that was all I had control over. My counselor told me I would never go to college. My father repeatedly told me I was stupid. Thus my teachers believed me to be a rather slow in the head socialite. I was neither slow in the head nor a true socialite.

By the time I was twenty five I was working a stable job at the pharmacy and could have been happy with my career, my relationship with Jay, our trailer home, our dreams for a family. But I had these feelings, nagging feelings of intellectual inadequacy, especially after what people had said to me. The thing that nagged me the most was that “slow reader” label. I went to the community college and enrolled in Literature 101. Reading. It was a pretty solid class, really. Most of the people who were there were there because they couldn’t afford four years of a regular college and they had a chip on their shoulders about it. They all had something to prove: they were bigger, better, smarter than that community college. Oh boy! And by how far! My advantage: I was still unassuming, which made for some pleasant debates.

Seeing as how I actually did read slowly (I read word for word), I had a fierce lead over those petty academic snobs. I knew the texts inside and out. I knew the page numbers on which certain conversations appeared. I knew the streets on which certain events took place (very useful in Russian lit). I knew the colors of the walls in various rooms in various homes and posited their significance. When it came time for class discussion Ataşehir Ukraynalı Escort I felt like a mother fucking lioness who had been caged and starved and I attacked fiercely, but politely. When everyone left the classroom, no one knew it was I that had hit them. For an hour and a half twice a week, those nerds treated me like an equal and I reveled in the feeling it gave me. That class made me feel smart, and feeling smart made me feel power hungry. And I liked it.

Jay and I had been known as what you call high school sweethearts. In high school, we sure did have a rather passionate thing going. Love poems. Letters. Professions of love. Stolen time snuck away during school lunch. Stolen time when my folks were away. Stolen time when he snuck into my bedroom window at night.

Jay used to climb under the covers with me. We would kiss for what seemed like hours. Passionately and desperately. He pulled on my lower lip, swelling it. I licked the crevice between his two lips. We fully explored each other’s mouths, probing, licking every part, our inner cheeks, tickling the roofs of our mouths, occasionally stopping to catch our breaths. Gosh, it was such an innocent time. Because all of our time was stolen we were always frantic in each other’s presence. But somehow, there was time, there was always time for prolonged kissing. Jay was funny. He would rub my shoulder, massaging it in larger and larger circles, (like I didn’t know what he was doing). He was never bold enough to touch my breast outright, not knowing his lack of courage was perfectly building tension in his young lover’s body. I waited, occasionally halting kissing when I thought the moment would finally come, when he would run his fingers across my breast. His innocent muddlement was unknowingly brilliant. The suspense would paralyze me and finally the brush would come and I would let a little breath out onto Jay’s lips to let him know this was nice for me too. The proverbial ice was broken. Jay could have his way with my breasts. We would roll back and forth over each other on my queen sized bed. Jay would grope at my breasts like the inexperienced high school boy he was, squeezing, grabbing, desperately searching for a nipple to pull, maybe even kiss. If we fell from the bed it would make an undeniable thumping noise and Jay would have to grab his clothes and run from the room out the window, at times naked, because my stupid dad would no doubt open the door shortly thereafter, asking what all the noise was about. All my dad ever found was me on the floor explaining the thump. Another bad dream, I’d say.

On the occasion that Jay didn’t have to leave due to a thump, he would tug on my pajama pants. Occasionally I would allow his fingers to roam down the waistband, past my panties, to the depths of me. A part of me knew this was supposed to feel good, and I did feel good, I felt an excitement, but I still somehow… some part of me didn’t really understand what all the fuss was about. What was so great about sex? But Jay was kind to me. He never pressed me to do things I didn’t want to do. He was always giving. Those were sweet times between us.

Because of this early passion Jay and I thought we’d solidified true love for good. Whatever we thought true love was. We thought we’d made it and had it, you know? We thought we’d better stick together, though much of these passionate acts had disappeared and our relationship had slowly devolved into a series of robotic routines once we moved in together. We still believed we were a special couple. But that was pure silliness.

One day I saw a flyer outside my classroom. It was for a play called “The Swan.” I thought to myself, “A play… a play.” I thought this could help me with some of my, well, let’s call them social ills. My heart was aflutter as I inspected that flyer. It had a sexy woman’s silhouette on it and I imagined myself, well. You know how I’d imagined myself. I thought I could meet new people and get out on stage. Become… well. I thought to myself the literature class was quite the successful experiment and this shall be as well.

I got a copy of the script and read that it was a version of a novel rewritten by a professor right there at the college. He was going to be directing the show and selecting the cast single handedly. I must tell you now that I’ve always been oblivious to men’s attentions towards me. At that point in my life it was because I’d always kept my head down. You know, and that grimace. But there were times when men’s attentions were so overwhelming they even made it past my own ignorance. The director’s awareness of me was evident. His eyelashes delayed blinking in mimicry of my own. He leaned into me, far enough so that I could smell what he’d had for lunch. A clumsy move for an older man on a younger girl. I wasn’t sure why he’d displayed such an interest in me but he coached me. He coached me on the role I wanted to play. I’d picked out the Swan, the curvaceous silhouette. I don’t have to tell you how this story turned out.

I rehearsed my lines at home (alone) and when it came time for auditions I was paired with someone from Lit class. I was nervous, but I was relieved to be paired with someone I knew. He was a super nice guy. The role I had selected was that of an older woman, that of a sex crazed thirty-three year old. I thought to myself, “It must take some brains Ataşehir Üniversiteli Escort to play an older woman. Compose yourself, girl.” Me and the guy completed the scene with awesome chemistry and humor, but I got my part and he didn’t get his. Too bad.

My real competition for this role was Amanda. Amanda fuckin’ Jenkins. She played the role as any proper character actress might. She didn’t really use her body, or her sex appeal, but used acting tricks, sitting at the end of the stage and crossing her legs in the most sexless way possible, laughing whole heartedly in the least believable way possible, and instead of coming across as a sultry thirty three year old, she came across as a vivacious eighty eight year old. She went through all of the motions that someone with sex appeal might go through, but she had none of her own. And that role needed sex appeal. But some in the theater crowd considered this good acting and did not want me to get the part that I inevitably did.

It was a low budget play and actors were responsible for their own costumes. I didn’t really think about costumes until the last minute and I hurriedly picked out two options from my cousin’s closet, a frilly dress or a tight, low cut tee-shirt with tight pencil skirt. Both were to be worn with very high heels with rounded toes and ankle straps (we wore the same size shoe). Literally in the last minute, right before I was called onto stage, I chose the more daring, the latter. When the time came, when my line was up, I don’t know what came over me. I just knew, I knew how to walk in those heels and I sauntered onto that stage and I said my lines and the crowd laughed. I sat on the couch with the lead actor and inched over to him until he fell off it. I leaned over to look at him, letting both my feet lift off the floor, kneeling in a very provocative position on the couch. It was like I’d shed my corduroys and was a slinky sex goddess to be looked at by hundreds of people. The crowds loved me! The theater kids did as well. I won best supporting actress that year, voted for by the actors.

I’d gotten dressed up for the awards ceremony, after which a flaming gay boy walked right up to me and said, “You shouldn’t have had to use your body like that. You should have used your brains.” He stood up onto his tippee-toes, swiveled around, and began to walk away. Clearly he was deeply impressed with his own comment and incapable of imagining any retort. As I saw him walk away, hips sliding from side to side, I thought he was almost right. I rather did like using my brain in literature class. But on the other hand, I rather did like using my body on that stage, and, like I said, it took some brains to play an older woman. Something he clearly just hadn’t grasped.

“No!” I said. Joseph began to turn around. That was his name: Joseph. “I want both,” I said. My comeback came rather late in the game and Joseph was pretty far away at this point. I had to say this somewhat loudly. He just looked at me and walked away.

“You tell that mama’s boy goody two shoes!” said a voice that seemed to come out of nowhere. A girl’s voice. She clapped and clasped her hands together. “Don’t let him get you down. That role required sex appeal. You deserve that award.” It was Justine. Justine hadn’t tried out for “The Swan” but had appeared in numerous other plays at the school. She was well known. She might’ve been overweight, but was gorgeous. She had full rounded breasts, which she always displayed outwardly, an always corseted waist, thick, curvy thighs. She lived completely in her femininity. She had pale white skin, slanted eyes that were always lined with what seemed like charcoal, gloved hands, and pin curled fire red hair. Yeah, I looked her up and down, but she was checking me out too. She seemed approving of my response to Thomas. That wasn’t all she was impressed with. I had shed my corduroys. I was wearing a loose fitting 1970’s style colorful mini-dress with white go-go boots that had a low heel. My eyes were lined with liquid liner and I had pale gloss on my lips. My hair was pulled into a purposefully messy up do. I was more confident about my looks now that I was officially an actress. I was dressing up a little bit by this point.

I didn’t know what to say to this strange Justine, lurking in the shadows so I just said, “Thanks,” and walked away. She gave me the creeps. I went home to Jay. He hadn’t been at the awards ceremony. We did that thing we called making love, where Jay laid on top of me and had his way with me and I felt happy… no, not happy, pleased to have made him feel good. Jay would pull my pajama pants and panties down. He kissed my legs, my toes, parts of my face. When I look back at those late times with Jay I think he must’ve felt affection towards me, his little secret, even though he never bothered to take my shirt off anymore. He kissed me between my legs, licking carefully between each fold, each crevice. I know now he did it not because he loved me, but because he wanted to lubricate me. I felt him press himself into me, pound himself into me, I felt warmth spread through my body. I felt an inkling of a memory of that excitement I felt when he’d brushed up against my breast in high school, back when we were younger. But that memory was fleeting and I never could hold onto it. During those times when he was fucking me I wanted to be good to Jay Ataşehir Vip Escort but I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do exactly.

But I had a new life budding before me. I continued taking classes. Classes in Biology, classes in Art, classes in English. I was educating myself. It almost seemed as though I had plans to move up and out of Middleburg, Virginia. Pretty soon I was working forty hours a week and taking three classes. I had very little time for Jay. Soon I would have less. I noticed another flyer posted at my college. It was for Les Miserables. Another silhouette.

Around this time I had visited the eye doctor. The eye doctor asked me some weird questions, like, “Do the words move around on the page for you?” To which I replied, “Of course not.” But when the Doctor performed one of his tests on the machine that you have to look through, the doctor was able to hold the images, the letters, at the precise moment at which they ‘moved around on the page.’

“Oh, you mean that,” I said, “They do that all the time.”

“All you need my dear, all you ever needed, was some reading glasses. No one ever thinks to check for that in the younger patients.” And the doctor wrote me a prescription for reading glasses. From that point on I was unstoppable in my classes. I could read fast! I read ahead, I read the ‘suggested reading’ in addition to the required reading. I enrolled in courses for next semester. I looked at the Les Miserables poster again. Justine approached me as I was gazing at it and fantasizing about what roles I could play and what a grand production it could be.

“The part of Mademoiselle Thenardier is mine,” she said condescendingly. “So don’t even bother. Besides, you haven’t got the body.” And with that Justine shook one thigh at me.

“Actually, I was thinking about the part of Eponine,” I said, trying to guide the conversation.

“Still shooting for supporting actress I see,” Justine said as she turned and walked away, her fingers curling under my chin. What a weirdo, I thought. Weird as she may have been, Justine was most impressive looking, even at that point. She had fire red eyelashes that curled at the tips, most severely in the corners of her eyes, where they were longest. She lined her eyes, thinly at the outer edges and thickly in the middle and then thinly again on the insides of her eyes. I noted this technique. She penciled in her eyebrows which created maximum emotional effect. She lined and painted her lips. I couldn’t figure out if she was really sultry or really geeky or both.

That year I got the part of Eponine and Justine got the part of Mademoiselle Thenardier. Jay and I started fighting about how much time I was spending away from home, at class, the library, rehearsals, work. Jay just didn’t get it. This was what moving up in life was really about, not some promotion at some grocery store. He wanted to marry me, I think, and have kids. But my eyes were already pointed at the stars.

The school funded significantly more money for Les Miserables than they did for The Swan. The actors had costumes, the set was fantastic, the lighting looked professional thanks to the crew. All was very exciting backstage. On opening night I was pacing the hallway between the men’s and women’s dressing rooms, running through my lines about an hour before the show. Everyone bustled about and no one seemed to honor the “Men’s” and “Women’s” labels above the dressing room doorways, as men and women moved freely between the two. It was possible this freedom was due to the lack of doors on the dressing rooms, I posited. It was possible this was just a particularly free theater crowd, I thought. It was possible all theater crowds are this way.

I caught a glimpse of Justine while I was pacing. She was in makeup and costume already. So was I. She was made up to look evil, her eyebrows were pointed, her lips severely lined, but she looked beautiful as always. Justine noticed me as well, pacing in the hallway. She walked up to me, grabbed me by the waist with her right hand, grabbed my head with her left hand and kissed me decisively. What happened next I couldn’t have explained. I cannot explain to this very day. I kissed Justine back. By this point everyone had crowded around the doors of the dressing rooms and anyone who could get a view was watching us intently. I just felt something inside, something intangible, indiscernible, undeniable. It was as if I were a puppet at the mercy of a very skilled and very lecherous master. I kissed Justine gently on her closed lips, and on her upper lip and boldly pulled away to look her in the eyes. I kissed her gently again, tilting my head back, embracing her delicately. Justine kissed me back and it got really intense. We kissed open mouthed, tongues meeting rhythmically, jaws opening and closing, hands running along each other’s backs and straying lower, straying further to the front. I wanted to feel the curvature of Justine’s corset and the luscious bulge of her thigh that came out from under it. It seemed like Justine wanted to feel me too. She ran her hands along my unrestricted breasts underneath my ragged costume. Our makeup smeared. Our mouths pawed at each other’s, our teeth ran along each other’s tongues and lips, we suckled on each other’s mouths. I licked Justine’s lips the way I had once licked Jay’s and I felt that excitement again, I felt it in the depths of myself. For a moment, the strangest thing popped into my mind. I thought of that power I felt in Literature class. Something about it was the same as this kiss. I felt hungry. Justine licked me back. The kiss was sealed. There was applause. Jay didn’t attend the show a single night. I never told him about the kiss.

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“Just think, tomorrow you’ll be able to see what’s underneath.”

That’s what Mandy, my girlfriend, told me after I complimented her on how amazing she looked in her dress. Mandy and I had been dating for over two years, and I have never seen her in anything less than a bikini. There are two reasons for this: one being that she was extremely conservative by nature, and the other being that she was incredibly self conscious about her body. For most of the time we had known eachother, she was fat, and everybody in school would let her know about it. She was also one of the two sweetest people I knew (the other being my mom), and she was the only person not related to me that would ever talk to me. We started dating, and everybody in school would make fun of us and pick on us as we walked the halls holding hands.

That was at the beginning. A few months ago, Mandy started to transform. She lost weight in almost every part of her body. Every part except her ass and tits. She was hands down the hottest girl in our school now. The guys went from picking on her to staring in amazement at her body (the same way they stared at my mom every time she came to pick me up from school). The girls went from picking on her to being jealous of her body.

The reason I was finally able to see her naked tomorrow was because tomorrow was my birthday, and this was going to be my present. It was going to be the greatest day of my life. First, I just had to get through a night that I had been dreading for a week. Mandy works at a fast food restaurant, and there is one customer that eats there every day that she tells me about. He is our age, but doesn’t go to our school. He’s always really nice to her at work, and a week or so ago, he invited us to a party (she said she always talks about me to him so he knows all about me). Neither of us have ever been to a party, but she thought it would be a fun way to celebrate and it would be something new for us to try together, so I agreed to go.

As soon as we got to the address, I started to get even more nervous. The party was being held in an abandoned house, and I knew we couldn’t be there. I knew it was illegal because my dad is a police officer, and he makes sure I know how to stay out of trouble. I expressed my concerns to Mandy, but she promised me that it would be fun, so we went inside.

There was really loud music blasting throughout the house, and I could smell marijuana smoke in the air. As soon as we stepped inside, someone ran up to us and gave Mandy a hug. I noticed a long scar down the side of his face, and realized it must be her friend from work, since she told me about the scar. He didn’t even acknowledge me, and in the middle of Mandy trying to introduce us, someone else ran up with a bottle of liquor and placed it up to Mandy’s lips. She was shocked, but did her best to swallow down a shot. Her and I have had liquor before, under my father’s supervision, but we never drank it straight out of the bottle like that. Mandy made a face and everyone around us laughed at her reaction.

As the night went on, I got more and more uncomfortable as Mandy’s friend, who I finally learned was named Brian, fed her more and more alcohol, and with each drink, started making more and more physical contact with her. It started with hugging and shoulder touching, to rubbing her thighs and lower back. Finally he spoke to me and asked if I wanted to play some Xbox, which was what I wished I was doing at home. We got up and walked to another room and Mandy stayed behind. Brian introduced me to a couple of his friends and got the game set up, and then told us to have fun and walked out of the room, which I thought was weird.

I played one game and then thought I should go check on Mandy and make sure she was alright. She had drunk more than she’s used to and I wanted to make sure she was handling it ok. When I walked back into the room I left her in, I finally saw her in a thong for the very first time. She was on her knees sucking Brian’s cock as he relaxed on the couch. I had never felt so humiliated or angry in my life, but I knew there was nothing I could do to stop what was happening. To save myself any further embarrassment, I turned around and joined the guys, who Bostancı Öğrenci Escort had already started another game without me. One of them asked how my girl was doing, and the rest of them fought hard to hold back laughter as he asked. I guess everyone knew what was going on in the other room.

For the next 45 minutes or so, I sat in horror while Brian fucked Mandy. Once they started actually fucking, they started getting so loud that I couldn’t even pretend not to know what was happening. The rest of the guys laughed and made fun of me for letting my girlfriend get fucked.

When Brian finally came back into the room with the rest of us, his friends all gave him high fives and stuff like that. Brian came up to me and thanked me for bringing Mandy over. I just sat in silence while everyone laughed again.

Brian went back to fucking my girlfriend, and it felt like the night would never end. Then all of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. It was the police.

One of the other guys answered the door while Brian and Mandy continued to go at it. I hid under the couch, scared for my life. As I heard the officer telling the guy that answered the door that it is illegal to hold a party in an abandoned house, my heart started racing even faster. It was my dad. Brian, oblivious to the fact that there was a policeman in the house, or maybe he didn’t care, was fucking Mandy harder than he had all night. Hard enough for her to scream and moan, and definitely hard enough for my father to hear. My dad, worried for a young girl’s safety, pushed into the house and saw them fucking.

My dad saw Mandy being bent over the couch and fucked, and he froze in astonishment, seeing his son’s conservative girlfriend being fucked by this hoodrat. Brian stopped fucking Mandy and walked up to my dad.

“What, you never seen a white bitch take black dick before?”

Before he could respond, Brian punched my dad in the face, knocking him to the ground. He then took my dad’s gun and aimed it his friend who answered the door.

“How stupid are you letting a cop in here?” and then fired at his own friend, hitting him in the thigh.

The rest of the night was a blur for me. I ran out of the house with the rest of the guys and Mandy, leaving only my dad and Brian’s injured friend.

The next day, my mom and I visited my dad in the hospital. He was finally coming to, having been knocked out for 24 hours after the one punch he took. We could only talk for a few minutes before more police officers came in and asked us to leave the room.

It was a confusing few days after that. The guy that Brian shot had told the police a story about how after coming to break up the party, my dad tried to have sex with the girl that was there, and he tried to stop them, which is when my dad pulled out the gun and shot him. There was no evidence of this, and all my dad had to do was tell the truth, about what really happened. But he loved me too much, and he didn’t want the world, or me, to know that my girlfriend was fucking some loser. My dad made a plea deal, and took two years of prison just to protect my feelings.

My dad explained to me and my mother that he did nothing wrong. But because of the current racial tension around America, he knew he would lose in court, so he decided to take the deal. My mother believed him, I of course knew he did nothing wrong, since I was there. But my neighbors did not believe him. My mother spent the better part of the next two years defending her husband, and Mandy left me and dropped out of school.

Fast forward to the day before my dad gets out of jail, and my mom and I couldn’t be happier. Not only because of the fact that the man we had visited in prison every day since he was put away was getting out tomorrow, but because it was my one year anniversary with my new girlfriend. I was still a virgin, but I was promised she would take my virginity after we got back home from our little anniversary celebration. Since it was also the day before her husband got home, we decided to party all three of us. My mom, my girlfriend and I went out to a club for some drinks.

The night was going fine. My girlfriend had left to the bathroom when Bostancı Çıtır Escort I saw her phone go off. I saw the name Brian pop up as the sender, and I got paranoid, even though I knew it wasn’t the same Brian. I still casually read the text, and it said “fuck u u slut, ill go wherevr i want.” I read more of the conversation and it seemed that my girlfriend had told Brian about her plans for the evening, and asked him to stay away. I thought the whole thing was odd but I tried to forget about it.

A little later, I got a huge shock as I was standing at the bar with my girlfriend, and Mandy walked up to us.

“Hey baby” she said to me. Then she looked at my girlfriend and said “Who is this, your sister?”

My girlfriend got upset and said she was my girlfriend, to which Mandy said “Well he didn’t mention a girlfriend when we were fucking the other night.”

I had no idea what Mandy was talking about, but my girlfriend didn’t give me a chance to explain. She stormed out of the club and I followed her.

As we argued outside, to my shock, Brian emerged through the doors. The one who got my dad thrown in jail.

“Hey Brieanne, what are you doing here?” he asked my girlfriend with a smile.

I was just standing there dumbfounded when Brieanne said “You should meet Brian. He’s the guy I’ve been fucking for the last three months. Now that I found out about you cheating, you should find out about me. Brian, please take me home.”

Brian declined, explaining that he had better plans for the night then fucking the same old slut he’s been fucking for months. He hailed a cab, threw Brieanne a few bucks, and sent her on her way. He then put his arm around my shoulder and said “Let me take you to Mandy. You and her have some catching up to do.”

He brought me to Mandy and walked off.

“What was that about?” I asked.

Mandy explained that Brian wanted me to get Brieanne to leave, and she apologized about me finding out that she had been fucking Brian. I asked her why she doesn’t mind him fucking other girls, and she told me Brian wasn’t her boyfriend, but her pimp. I was shocked once again. We talked for a few minutes when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my mom asking where Brieanne went. I told her she felt sick and left but she wanted us to stay. Then, Brian walked up and handed us all a drink. My mom seemed impressed at how quickly he got service, and Brian said he gets served really quick since all the bartenders love him. My mom said “You probably just flash that smile of yours and they give you whatever you want.” Brian laughed and agreed.

My mom seemed excited to see Mandy after not seeing her for so long. She kept talking about my father to Mandy and to Brian. It was nice to see her in such a good mood, knowing her husband would be home soon. Brian of course, pretended not to know who she was talking about.

Eventually, my mom asked Brian about the scar on his face. He told her he didn’t want to talk about it, and Mandy put her hand on his shoulder, as if to comfort him. She dropped the subject, and the night went on, until last call finally came.

I was relieved to be done with Brian, but then my mom did something I didn’t expect. She invited them both to our house to keep celebrating. She also thought Mandy and I could use some more time to catch up.

At my house, we continued to drink and talk. Brian left the room to use the bathroom, and Mandy moved over to my mom. She said “You have to ask about his scar again. Make him tell you the truth. It’s really important for you to hear. Brian is my best friend in the whole world, and I was there to see him get that scar. I’ve wanted to tell you what I saw, but I love you and your family so much that I couldn’t. You need to ask him again though.”

I started panicking. It seemed like Mandy was up to something again but I didn’t know what. Mandy stood up as Brian returned to the room and asked me to show her my bedroom. She missed it and wanted to be reminded of what it was like. As we walked past my mom, she whispered in my mom’s ear “Believe what he tells you, no matter how terrible it sounds. I’m sorry.”

When we got up to my room, I asked Mandy what was Bostancı Elit Escort going on. She told me that Brian went to the club to embarrass me about fucking my current girlfriend. But when he saw my mom, he knew he had to fuck her. I told her it would never happen, but she said it would after the story Brian was about to tell her. He was going to tell her how my dad gave Brian his scar by pistol whipping him that night two years ago. How Mandy tried to tell him to stop but he just shoved her away and hurt her. How Brian was just trying to protect his girlfriend from getting raped by my father when my father decided to injure him. How that boy who got shot was trying to help Brian, and paid the price by getting shot in the thigh. I told Mandy my mom would never believe that story. I told her that in about eight hours, my mom and I were going to pick my dad up from jail and be a family again. That’s when I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. Two sets of footsteps. Then I heard a bang as someone got thrown into a wall. Brian was hurting my mom! But then I heard her say “Hold on baby. Not out here. In the bedroom. Fuck me on that bastard’s bed.” Then I heard her bedroom door slam shut.

I looked at Mandy and she laughed. “Told you.” Is all she said. They weren’t even trying to be quiet. I could hear almost everything from my room. Bed squeaking, headboard knocking, my mom screaming and moaning. Then Mandy starting getting text messages. She showed me pictures of my mom deepthroating Brian. Videos of Brian throatfucking her. Videos of my mom’s ass bouncing up and down on his cock.

I started to get hard and Mandy laughed again. She told me she knows I’m still a virgin, but that she was willing to jack me off for $100. I didn’t say anything but she grabbed my cock and pumped it three times before I came. She wiped my cum onto my sheets and then grabbed my wallet. She found $200 in there and put it all in her purse. She told me she owed me another handjob so she would do it again next time I got hard.

By the time I fell asleep, I had been listening to Brian fuck my mom endlessly for hours, and I was $700 in debt to Mandy. I promised I’d pay her as soon as I could.

I only slept for about an hour before my alarm went off. It was time to pick up my dad from prison. I knocked on my mom’s door and she opened it, looking like a complete whore who had fucked all night and gotten no sleep. She told me she wasn’t going to go with me to pick my dad up. She was going to stay here with Brian, and she told me not to bring that piece of shit man home with me. She gave me some money to get him a hotel room.

When I got to my dad, he had tears in his eyes. I asked him what was wrong and he showed me his phone. My mom was sending him pictures and videos of Brian fucking all of her holes and cumming all over her, all in my father’s bed.

My parents got a divorce, and everybody knew it was because of Brian. After the divorce was finalized, Brian revealed to my mom that he made everything up. He told my mom how he lied to her just to fuck her, and how my dad was really just being the great man he had always been. This might have been enough to save my parent’s marriage, but my dad had committed suicide out of the shame the whole situation brought to him.

There were a lot of people at my father’s funeral. His police buddies mostly. Brian was also there, staring from a distance at my mother. My mom told me she was scared and couldn’t take it so she was going to go sit in her car for a while. 15 minutes later I got a text from my mom. “Come to the car” is all it said. So I did, and I was horrified when I got there and saw my mother in the backseat, her dress pulled up and Brian fucking her from behind. He looked at me through the window and smiled, waving my mom’s phone at me. I knew he was attacking her, there’s no way my mom would willingly do this. Either way, the sight was too hot for me to look away, so I watched as Brian filled her with his cum.

I then saw Brian make a phone call, and my phone rang, so I picked it up. He put the phone down and he was basically letting me listen in on what was going on without my mom knowing. “Thank you so much Brian. I’m glad I could convince you to give me your dick again. I’ve been going crazy without you.” They then kissed passionately, and I ran away so my mom wouldn’t see me.

From then on, Brian would come around to fuck my mom every once in a while. My mom ended up marrying a man she worked with, but that didn’t stop her from fucking Brian.

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Matt’s eyes opened upon his final day at home. Tomorrow morning, at this time, a plane would bearing him away to Japan for three months.

He turned his head to look down at Janice, who was still asleep in his arms. A peaceful smile graced her countenance amid her slumber. Matt gently moved a blonde curl aside to look upon her beautiful face.

“God, you’re gorgeous!” he marveled, silently. “It’s going to hurt to say ‘goodbye’ to you, baby …” Matt sighed. “Finally… I finally get to experience the bliss that I’ve been seeking my whole life… only for it to be whisked away after a brief taste… maybe forever.”

Janice stirred in her sleep. She murmured a response to someone in her dream.

An alarm from Janice’s bedside table clock startled the two from slumber and reverie.

“Shuuuussssh!” Janice moaned, slapping her alarm clock into silence. “Oh baby, I don’t wanna!”

Matt wrapped his arms tightly around her. “Staaaay!” he whispered, like a ghostly conscience.

Janice giggled. “Mmm! Don’t tempt me!”

Janice looked up into Matt’s smiling face. The two kissed tenderly. “Hey, Morning Breath!” Janice giggled.

“Hey, Froze Toes!” Matt chuckled in response.

“Are they cold?!” Janice laughed, wriggling under the bedsheet to tickle Matt’s legs with her chilled feet. “Warm ’em up for me! Here, let me put ’em against your toasty balls!”

“Oh god! Don’t you dare!” Matt squirmed away, laughing.

The two emerged from bed. Matt had had these last two days off from work to pack his bags and finalize any last minute tasks before leaving the country, so he was able to casually prepared a pot of coffee and go about gathering supplies to whip up a quick breakfast for Janice before she left for her own job.

Janice showered and dressed in the meantime. Applying make up in the mirror, she couldn’t help smiling at her reflection. She could feel a wellspring of energy bubbling within her. “I haven’t felt this good in SO long!” she mused to herself. “Enjoy it, girl!” she breathed deeply. “…because tomorrow…”

Janice gripped her makeup brush tightly. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

“Don’t go there today…” she spoke out loud to herself. “Just… hold on a little longer.”

Janice emerged from her room, dressed and ready, to find a delicious plate of eggs, toast and bacon laid upon the table, waiting fo be enjoyed.

“Bon appetite!” said Matt, setting down two glasses of orange juice.

“Oh my god, baby!” Janice gasped. “You make me feel like a Queen!”

“Well…” Matt hesitated to continue. “I… I’m not gonna get to do this for-“

“Hey!” Janice interjected, interrupting Matt. “…sorry- I- I don’t want to think about that today.”

Matt sighed in relief. “Good. Neither do I!”

The two enjoyed their breakfast, albeit a bit hurriedly in Janice’s case.

After her plate was cleared, Matt cleaned the dishes while Janice brushed her teeth.

She kissed Matt, long and deeply before exiting the apartment. “See you this evening, lover!”

“Mmmm! Have a great day, beautiful!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

On her arrival to work, Janice sang to herself as she flitted about her cubicle, preparing her daily workload to accomplish.

Nothing interrupted Janice’s good mood that day. Her senses seemed sharper than normal, allowing her a keen focus level. Her Outbox was soon stuffed with completed reports. When Janice’s paycheck was delivered to her desk, she was delighted to find a generous year-end bonus included. As if that wasn’t enough, at lunch, they were serving her favorite entree.

Janice’s face bore an involuntary smile as she strode towards her seated friend, tray in hand.

“Well, lookit you!” Kendra cooed as Janice plopped down on her chair across from her. “I bet we could turn off the lights in here and you’d be glowing!”

“Pretty much!” Janice giggled.

“Mmm!” Kendra grinned. “So… I see you got through the hard part, huh?”

Janice leaned forward with a smile. “All night long!”

Kendra squealed with excitement. “You go, girl!” She stopped suddenly, concerned. “Ooo… anything new with ‘you know who’?”

“Yeah… I told him I wanted a break… and he basically told me to go to hell, so…”

“So, all’s fair to get yo freak on!” Kendra raised her glass to toast with Janice.

The two toasted, giggling. “Speaking of taking breaks…” said Janice. “you should take a break from your house work tonight and come over.”

“One last go, eh?” Kendra pondered. “I like that idea. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“Nice! That way, we could all go together to the airport… in the… morni-” Janice spoke, feeling her heart hollow once again as the words left her mouth. Her eyes lowered to the table, distracted.

Kendra picked up on her friend’s distress immediately. She reached over and took Janice’s hand. “I got you, boo.” Kendra said, looking at her sympathetically. Ataşehir Yabancı Escort

Janice blinked the moisture away from her eyes. “Thank you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Matt spent the day anxiously going over mental checklists of items he might need for his trip. His brain was swirling in a mix of excitement to experience new horizons and sorrow at the thought of leaving Janice alone. Focusing on the immediate task of packing proved to be difficult. At long last, however, as the sun was casting evening hues across the sky, Matt’s suitcases stood neatly by the bedroom doorway, packed and ready.

Just then, Matt heard the front door open. “Guess who’s here?!?” Janice’s voice announce.

Peeking his head out of his doorway, Matt saw Kendra following Janice into the dining room.

“Heeey, Kendra!” Matt exclaimed. She grinned, gleefully. Her bosom bounced in intentional bombast as she jogged towards him. They met in the center of living room. Kendra’s breasts crashed into Matt’s chest as they embraced.

“Hey, Sexy Man!” Kendra cooed, giving Matt a tender kiss.

Janice leaned in for her own greeting kiss. “Hey, baby.” she breathed, pressing her lips to his. “Have a productive day?”

“Yep! I’m all ready for-” Matt stopped his sentence, watching Janice’s eyebrows twitch. “I’m… ready for a great evening with you two!”

Janice’s features seemed to soften as a smile spread across her lips. “Me too!!” she giggled, happily. “Let’s party!”

“C’mon, girl!” said Kendra, grabbing Janice’s arm, dragging her towards her bedroom. “We need to go get changed.”

“Hold on a second!” Janice said, giving Matt a glinting smile. “Baby? How would you like to pick out something for us to wear tonight?”

Matt fidgeted with his long sleeves, anxious. “S-sure!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The three stood, looking down into Janice’s open dresser drawer full of her comfy clothes.

Kendra was laughing at what Matt’s shaking finger was pointing towards. “I knew it! I knew you were gonna pick out something like that! You lil’ perv, you!” she cackled.

Matt blushed through his grin.

“J-Cup?!” exclaimed Kendra, holding up the chosen garment. “Why have you held on to these for so long?! Girl, you know you’re never fitting in them again!”

Janice smiled, turning pink. “It’s a side effect of being raised up without a lot of money… you don’t wanna throw away anything, you know?”

“Word.” Kendra sighed. “Well… you’re gonna help get this thing on me and YOU…” Kendra motioned to Matt. “Go on and git! We’ll see you in a minute.”

Matt quickly exited Janice’s room, closing the door behind him. Procuring glasses and bottles, Matt mixed three cocktails. As he poured the liquid from the shaker, he could hear both of the girls in Janice’s room laughing loudly.

“Drinks are up!” Matt called out.

“We’ll be out in a second!” he heard Kendra’s voice response behind the closed door.

Matt fidgeted aimlessly about the kitchen, anxiously awaiting the sound of the doorknob.

“Oh, Maaaatty~~!” came Janice’s sing song lilt as the two finally entered the room a few minutes later. The two ladies were in a giggling fit, each wearing a long robe.

“Wait ’til you see this!” Kendra laughed, untying the knot at her front. “I can’t believe we did it!”

“Wait!” Janice exclaimed through her laughter. “On ‘three’… Ready?”

Kendra nodded, smiling wide.

Matt gripped his seat back in anticipation. His eyes wide with boyish expectation.

“one… Two… THREE!!”

The women’s robes fell away and Matt beheld the miracles beneath. Two multicolored string bikinis, against all odds, were desperately clinging to the women’s bodies. The two swimsuit tops’ intended use looked as though they might have comfortably contained a C cup sized pair of breasts, at most. The struggle that the poor garments endured against the women’s surging breast masses was valiant, but seemed doomed by every movement they performed. Their bikini tops’ meager coverage ability rendered them more like patches rather than actual, wearable swimsuits. The bottoms they wore were minuscule elastic strips tied with dangling strings at the hips. Billowing swaths of soft breast skin pressed against the shoestring thin straps, creating huge, luscious bisecting bulges of soft skin from the sides and bottoms. The triangles of the bikinis themselves only barely covered the women’s areolas, whose thick, erect nipples presented themselves, eagerly within. The surging cleavage created by constricting strings burst forward in bulbous wonder.

The girls bounced and jiggled, laughing with each other over their obscene appearance. Their gigantic, rolling breast mass surged ridiculously in all directions with their playful pokes at each other.

“What do you think, Perv Griffin?” Kendra smiled at Matt’s stunned grin.

“Fuck yeah!” Matt breathed. To him, their appearance now seemed sexier than if they were completely nude.

“Mmm!” Ataşehir Yeni Escort Janice exclaimed, eyeing the bulge forming in Matt’s shorts. “Looks like Mr. Perfect approves too!” With a seductive smile, she brought her upper arms together, creating a twin ballooning of gorgeous, supple skin. Bringing her forearms beneath her bust, she then lifted her enormous tits up, crowding her chin in soft breast flesh. Janice’s beautiful nipples slid out of her meager top and presented themselves before Matt’s eager eyes. He stepped forward, licking his lips.

“Easy, tiger!” Kendra chuckled, reaching for her glass. “The night is young. Let’s drink!”

The three chose their cocktail and raised their glasses to salute the evening.

Matt’s boner was flexing involuntarily against his pant leg, breathlessly watching four gorgeous breasts and their constant struggle to remain contained.

“Here’s to that big ol’ dick!” Kendra exclaimed to Matt, laughing. “Godzilla better watch his ass with you over there!”

Matt and Janice laughed before clinking their glasses together and drinking. Kendra sidled close to Matt, rubbing her soft ass the protruding bulge in his shorts.

“I was going to order some food for us…” said Janice, stepping closer to Matt. Her eyes were fixed on Matt’s dick being teased by Kendra’s hand. “… but, all I wanna do is get you naked!”

“Well then!” Kendra chuckled “…shall we?” Janice and Kendra gave each other a silent nod and gently took Matt by the hands, leading him towards Janice’s bedroom with a smile.

The women walked Matt to the middle of the bedroom and quietly began undressing him.

“Lay down right here… on your back, baby.” Janice cooed in Matt’s ear once he clothes were laying in a pile on the floor.

Matt chuckled, slightly cautious, as he took a prone position on Janice’s bed. “Uhhh… are you two gon-“

“Quiet!” Kendra said in a surprisingly stern tone. “Raise your arms over your head.”

Matt blinked in slight shock, instinctively following her instructions with haste. Kendra climbed on top of Matt, straddling his chest.

It was only then that Matt noticed the silk strap of her robe still draped from her fingers.

He watched her lean forward and begin tying a loose knot around his wrist, securing it to Janice’s brass bedpost. Her colossal brown jugs dangled inches from Matt’s eager lips. The meager cradling that her micro bikini top provided only managed to emphasize the cascading bulges pouring forth.

“What’s your safe word?” Kendra asked, as she continued to tie Matt’s other wrist to the opposite bedpost.

“Uhh… I haven’t ever needed one!” Matt said, nervously.

“I know!…” exclaimed Janice, holding Matt’s ankle and wrapping her robe strap around the corner post. “How about ‘Sassafras’?”

Kendra scrunched her nose. “Naw. No good. Sound too much like ‘Slap my ass’… It’s gotta be something that isn’t gonna be accidentally said while you’re in the middle of sex’.”

“How about ‘Pickle Juice’?” Matt offered.

“Eww. Gross…” said Kendra, climbing down from the bed. “Perfect!”

Matt’s eyes were wide, darting back and forth to Janice and Kendra as they approached him quietly from either side of the bed.

“There!” Kendra giggled to Janice. “He ain’t goin’ nowhere now!”

Janice laughed in comic malevolence. “Oh boy! No, he sure isn’t!” She bent forward and flicked Matt’s nipple lightly with her tongue. “Don’t worry, baby.” she cooed to Matt. “Your job will find someone else… eventually. I promise, I’ll take excellent care of you!”

Matt gave her a comic nervous chuckle, half hoping she wasn’t joking.

Janice moved forward and brought her massive breasts to his head, dragging their weight up his chest to his neck and chin. She leaned closer, allowing her giant tits to balloon over his entire face.

“Mmmph!” Matt whimpered joyfully beneath the heavy softness.

Kendra was also bent forward, teasing Matt’s hopping cock with her full lips, placing light kisses on his frenulum.

Janice guided her leg over Matt’s torso, straddling his chest. Her extraordinarily huge tits projected out over his head. Her under boobs being gorgeously pressed out of the bottom of her brave bikini. Suddenly, Matt saw two dark skinned hands come forward and began massaging Janice’s sumptuous breasts. He watched, drooling, as Kendra’s delicate fingers dipped beneath the shoestring straps of Janice’s bikini top and slide down, outstretching under the cloth triangles. Janice moaned feeling her breasts being sensually fondled out of her tiny swim wear.

Matt could feel Janice inching forward on her knees towards his chin. He was ecstatically helpless as he watched her g-string bikini bottom covered pussy raised over his face. The tiny strip of elastic cloth barely covering Janice’s vagina drooped low when her fingers tugged the knot loose on her hip, allowing the bottom to peel away, revealing her sopping wet pussy in full, nude Ataşehir Masaj Salonu splendor before Matt’s eyes.

He raised his head, extending his tongue and dragged it up her pink opening. Janice gasped aloud, losing the ability to balance above Matt and collapsed upon his open mouth.

Their lips met. “Oh my god!!” Janice cried. She began quivering when she felt Matt’s tongue manipulating her clitoris.

Kendra stood to her feet behind Janice. She bent over and gently lifted Janice’s giant left tit with both hands. Perching her chin on Janice’s shoulder, Kendra could easily suck her pink nipple from behind Janice’s back.

Janice sought out Kendra’s lips to kiss while Matt continued to suck her clitoris below.

He twirled her sensitive nub with his tongue while gravity and suction pulled. She responded by screaming in joyous rapture to the incredible orgasm that boomed through her, barely able to keep herself upright.

“OH FUCK!” Janice breathed deeply. She was teetering from the force of her climax.

“Come here, honey.” Kendra said guiding Janice back towards Matt’s glistening cock. “I wanna watch his big fat dick slide into your pretty pussy!”

“Ooo! Yes! Give it to me!” Janice exclaimed, hovering her open twat over Matt’s engorged phallus. “I love this dick so fucking much!”

Kendra lifted Matt’s penis by the shaft and guided his mushroom head between Janice’s spread labia.

All three moaned simultaneously in pleasure as Matt’s thick penis pushed it’s way into the midst of Janice’s pink tightness. Kendra couldn’t take her eyes off of Matt’s veined shaft slowly disappearing into Janice’s vagina, inch by swollen inch.

Janice was stunned to a stillness, leaned backwards, supporting herself with her arms, when Matt started pumping his dick back and forth into her wet twat at quickening pace.

“Oh… my… fff-” she managed to squeak, feeling his long strokes fill her vagina.

Kendra was lost in a trance as her friends fucked right before her eyes. She found herself leaning forward and running her tongue up Matt’s shaft as he slammed it into Janice’s quivering snatch. It was unavoidable that her tongue made contact with Janice’s clitoris. Janice moaned loudly when Kendra began fully concentrating her tongue’s efforts directly onto Janice’s clit.

“Oh! Ooooh!” Janice screamed, feeling the exquisiteness of her g-spot being polished by Matt’s immense girth and her clitoris being stimulated by Kendra’s tongue for the very first time. “Oh god, Kendra! Oh fuck!! OH!! OOOH!!”

Matt felt Janice’s pussy constrict around his cock as she flailed amid her body’s euphoric inner explosions. Every time Janice thought her orgasm was subsiding a new wave would barrel into her senses. “Oh… sssshit! Yes, keep licking my pussy! Oh fuck! It’s so good!”

Kendra continued to swirl her tongue around Janice’s clit while Matt’s thick cock slid against her bottom lip.

The sensation was overwhelming for Matt as well. After several minutes, he uttered his telltale grunt and Kendra felt his balls tighten. She took the initiative and quickly pulled Matt’s rigid cock out of Janice’s pussy and let it issue forth warm cum in thick spurts all over Janice’s outer labia.

Janice lost the use of her limbs when she felt Kendra begin lapping Matt’s cum off of her wet vagina in eager abandon.

“K-Kendra! Oh… Oh jesus!!” Janice exclaimed, feeling her friend’s utter mastery of sensual manipulation.

Matt craned his head to watch Kendra make out with Janice’s pussy from his captive position. Her technique seemed to be working, for Janice was obviously beside herself in sexual ecstasy, flailing and moaning loudly. The sight was so intoxicating that before long he was having to look past his erect dick to see the steaming hot action between the two women.

A screaming orgasm once again rang out, echoing off of the bedroom walls. Once Kendra felt satisfied with her oral presentation, she raised herself up giving Matt a seductive smile. She reached forward, untying the loose knots at his wrist.

“Switch with me, Sexy Man. I want that big fat fucking cock splitting me open!”

Matt loosened the knots at his feet and moved aside, letting Kendra lay down on her back. He then knelt between her legs while Janice buried her face in Kendra’s enormous breasts. The tiny bikini had long since abandoned it’s post. Janice yanked Kendra’s elastic swim top off at the same time Matt was pulling her string tied bottoms free.

“Fuck yes!” hissed Kendra. “Goddam! I missed this big motherfucker!”

Matt pressed his thumb down on the top of his shaft to guide his swollen mushroom head to Kendra’s bright pinkness. She moaned in utter joy when Matt thrust his hips forward, pushing his rigid cock deep into her warm chasm.

When Matt’s steady tempo began, rolling waves of brown breasts meat rollicked back and forth against Janice’s attempt to suck Kendra’s nipples.

It didn’t take long until Kendra was screaming through an intense orgasm.

Kendra switched positions, getting on all fours upon the bed. Matt brought himself upright, kneading the sumptuous roundness of her shaking ass cheeks. Janice squirmed her way between Kendra’s upright supporting arms, placing her head beneath her friend’s dangling, brown juggernauts.

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Today, I stop lying to myself and I admit what I am. My name is Steve Etienne, and I’m a big and tall Black man living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. I’m of Haitian descent and moved to Canada from the island of Haiti in the summer of 2002. Presently I study Law at Carleton University. I discovered the world of BDSM three years ago and I only recently admitted to myself that I am a submissive. You’ve got to understand that in my community, sexual differences aren’t readily tolerated. I mean, if my friends knew I was into chicks with strap-on dildos, they would think I was a fruit for sure. They cannot accept a Black man who’s into this shit. I’m just saying, that’s the way they are in most Black communities.

Finding a woman who accepts me for who and what I am, now that’s something I dream of. I was going out with this tall, beautiful young Black woman named Tatiana Fadun and I thought she was the one. The gal has an MBA from the University of Ottawa’s Telfer Business School and she works for the Canadian government. I thought I hit the jackpot when she agreed to go out with me. Unfortunately, we weren’t as compatible as I thought. Tatiana never had time for me, and she was also constantly bugging out about the differences between our cultures. The lovely Tatiana comes from the Republic of Congo and as I mentioned before, I was born and raised in the island of Haiti.

After living in Canada for ten years, I became a naturalized citizen. By then I had lost any trace of a foreign accent. I am twenty four years old. You’d never believe that I was born elsewhere. I love life in Canada. I think it’s the most beautiful country in the world. I love its growing diversity and culture. The City of Toronto is my favorite place in the world but I chose to study at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa because there are too many distractions in T.O. Tatiana has been in Canada longer than I have but she still has an African mentality. Africans have this weird thing they do, man. They kind of look down on Black people from places like the United States, Latin America and the Caribbean. Why? They consider us the unwanted of Africa because we’re the descendants of slaves that got sold to the white people for plantations in the New World. Africans consider themselves superior to Afro-Caribbean people. And Tatiana was no exception. That and the fact that we weren’t compatible in the bedroom led to the demise of our relationship. I guess Tatiana Fadun and I simply weren’t meant to be. After our split, I was crestfallen, big-time.

A dilemma that many young Black men face today comes with our choices of mate in this life. A lot of today’s young Black women think that Black guys aren’t worth shit. They worship the ground that white males walk on and yet, they get mad when they see a Black male even talking with a white woman. Double standard much? Growing up, I always thought I would end up with a Black woman. A beautiful Black woman whom I would meet at school or at church, someone with the same values and goals. We’d get our college degrees, get good jobs, get hitched and raise a wonderful family. Oh, yeah. I envisioned the house in the suburbs, the son and daughter, and even the mangy dog. Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be. I’ve never been lucky with Black women. Tatiana left me because she didn’t find me exciting. The chick I dated before her, a Nigerian gal named Monique Adewale, left me for a white guy. Yeah, am I lucky or what?

I never really considered dating outside my race. I simply didn’t consider myself the kind of Black man that White women would be into. They usually seem to be into Black guys who are larger than life. The alpha male type of Black guy. I’m not into sports or stuff of that Ataşehir Olgun Escort nature. I like comic books. I read law books for fun. I love chess and video games. White girls seldom showed any interest in guys like me. To be honest, I was never really into them. Tatiana was gone, and so was Monique. From time to time I ran into them. Tatiana is dating a Congolese guy now. As for Monique, she’s moved on to a new white guy. I guess she got bored of the old one. Whatever. As for me, I decided to stop worrying about relationships for a while.

I concentrated on work and school. All I wanted to do was focus on school and graduate. I had a year left in the bachelor of arts in law at Carleton University. Then I’d go to law school. Probably at the University of Ottawa or York University. They’re among the best law schools in the region of Ontario. The University of Toronto has a good law school but it’s expensive as hell, you know? Yeah, I was doing pretty good in my classes. I was ranked among the top five percent in the Law program. Not bad. If I could maintain it during my senior year, I’d be golden. It’s too bad that Carleton University doesn’t have a law school. I love Carleton but it’s not as big as some of the other universities in the province. My hard work brought me a lot of personal satisfaction, but I basically had no sexual or romantic life.

One time, I came across this website online. It’s all about the fetish lifestyle. There were millions of people on it. From all walks of life. Blacks. Whites. Asians. Hispanics. Aboriginals. Arabs. All faiths. Christians. Jews. Muslims. Pagans. Buddhists. Sikhs. Scientologists. Wow. I was amazed. I’ve always been into BDSM porn and now there was a social network for people into BDSM. Sounds good to me. I happily joined, and created a profile for myself. I didn’t check out the site for a couple of days because I was busy with work and church, but when I came back, I had some greetings from two sources. The first greeting came from a Mistress who was with the fetish-oriented social website’s welcoming committee. The second one came from someone calling herself Mistress Samirah.

Mistress Samirah’s profile on the fetish social website was quite interesting. Judging by her pictures I thought she was Hispanic. She was tall, with light bronze skin, long curly Black hair and light brown eyes. The top half of her face was covered by a mask. I was wrong with my initial assumption. She was not Hispanic, she was Arab. In her query she asked me if I was looking for a dominatrix. I said yes, and got a reply right away. Mistress Samirah sent me a friend request, which I accepted. We began chatting. Like me, she lived in the City of Ottawa, and she was really experienced. Her profile was full of hot pictures. In most of them she was by herself, in lavish surroundings, wearing leather outfits and wielding whips and sex toys. In some of the other pictures, she was with other people, both men and women. Although their eyes were blurred, I noticed that most of her submissive types were dark-skinned men and women. I noticed a short and slim Tamil Indian guy, a butch-looking tattooed Chinese woman, a chubby Black woman and an Arab guy. Quite the diverse cast, that’s for sure.

Mistress Samirah wasted no time. She told me that she had a thing for Black males and yearned to add one to her collection. I told her I was down for it. Mistress Samirah asked me for my phone number. I hesitated, then forwarded it to her. Eighty seconds later I got a call from her. The Mistress’s voice was hot and sexy. Got me instantly hard. Mistress Samirah asked me a lot of questions during that first chat. I tried my best to be honest with her. We talked for Ataşehir Sarışın Escort ten minutes, then she asked me if I wanted to come over for a session Saturday. It was Friday. I said yes. She smiled and told me she’d call me in the morning to confirm. I went home that night feeling great. Saturday morning at exactly 11 : 17 A.M. I got a call from Mistress Samirah. She asked me to get my ass to a certain address in South Keys in exactly 60 minutes. I hastily showered, then caught the number 9 bus heading to Hurdman Station. I live in the Vanier area in the east end of Ottawa.

I showed up at the address in South Keys at 11 : 54 A.M. A full six minutes before I was supposed to be there. Who says Black folks can’t be on time? I knocked on the door, and an Arab Mistress showed up wearing a long blue dress, a dark blue hijab and sunglasses. Dude, she had a hijab on and everything! What the fuck? I thought I must have the wrong house. The hijab-wearing Arab Mistress asked me if I was Steve117, and I froze. Holy shit! It was the woman from the fetish website! Mistress Samirah! She smiled and asked me to come in. I trembled slightly as I set foot inside the house. The place looked neat. I’m no real estate expert but it looked like money. Mistress Samirah led me to the living room, and we sat down opposite each other. She offered me a tea and I took it.

Mistress Samirah smiled, and told me that a lot of people were surprised by her appearance when they met her. She told me that she was a devout Muslim from the City of Jeddah in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. She dabbled in BDSM ever since her husband Imran Mohammed, God rest his soul, perished in a plane accident four years ago. He left her a considerable fortune, and she lived alone. She never remarried. Wow. I didn’t need to know all that but alright. Mistress Samirah asked me about myself. I scratched my head. Not much to tell. I’m a Carleton University law student. I’m Haitian. I go to a Haitian Adventist Church in downtown Ottawa. I am extremely curious about BDSM. And I’m now thinking about exploring relations with women of other races because I got lousy luck with Black women. They’re not into me so I can’t sit around waiting for them. Mistress Samirah chuckled as I said that. I smiled. Hey, it’s true.

Mistress Samirah told me she couldn’t help me with my dating issues but she could definitely help me with my curiosity about BDSM. I smiled. Grinning, she donned gloves then told me to get on my knees. I did as I was told, knowing this was most likely a test. Mistress Samirah smiled, and cooed softly, telling me that I did good. Then she told me to kiss her feet. Again, I obeyed without hesitation and without question. Mistress Samirah ordered me to get naked, and I took off my T-shirt and blue jeans. Then I resumed the position I was in. Face down and ass up before the lovely Saudi dominatrix. Mistress Samirah asked me if my ass was clean. I nodded. She grinned, then pulled something out of her voluminous robe. It was a wooden paddle, short and thick. Without a word, she began spanking my ass with it.

I yelped as Mistress Samirah proceeded to whoop my ass with the thick wooden paddle. Hot damn. It kind of hurt. She forgot to tell me the other side of the paddle was spiked. As I cried out in pain, the sadistic Saudi witch laughed. She chided me, telling me she thought Black men were tougher than that. Gritting my teeth, I willed myself to be silent. With her gloved hand, she reached under me and grabbed my cock and balls. At first she gently stroked me and massaged my privates, then she began squeezing them. I moaned in pain. What the fuck? Mistress Samirah laughed and told me she wanted to see my Black ass turn Ataşehir Şişman Escort blue from the pain. I almost passed out before she let go of my nuts. Damn, that was intense. Too intense!

Mistress Samirah let me catch my breath, and I slumped on the floor. For a moment she was gone. When she came back, she was wearing some loose-fitting pajama-type pants and a T-shirt, with her hijab still firmly wrapped around her head. Oh, and she also wore a strap-on dildo. Stroking her toy menacingly, the Saudi dominatrix asked me if I was ready to get fucked. My mind said no but my body said yes. I assumed the position, spreading myself around for my mistress. She laughed, then came up behind me. Mistress Samirah told me to spread my ass cheeks and I did, spreading them with both hands. She applied some lubricant to my anus, then pressed her strap-on dildo against my asshole. Smacking my ass for good measure, Mistress Samirah told me to get my Black ass ready for an Arabian invasion. Just like the old days. As I whimpered in anticipation, she slowly pushed the dildo inside of me.

How to describe that first penetration? It hurt, it felt good, it was sweet, it was painful, it was intense. Everything I could ever hope for and more. For years I jerked off while watching videos of men getting fucked by dominant women with strap-on dildos online. And I yearned to be in those videos but I could never find a woman willing to take me on. The Black ladies I dated simply wouldn’t know what to do with a big Black man who loved BDSM as much as I did. They could never accept me. They would think I was weird, or less than a man. Mistress Samirah didn’t care about any of that. And she told me as much later. For now, she smacked my ass and worked her dildo into my asshole, stopping every few inches to ask me if I was okay. I gave her the green light, begging her to fuck my ass harder with her strap-on dildo.

You’ve got to understand that I dreamed of this for years, and to have it finally happen when it was totally unexpected, now that was really something. Mistress Samirah let me have it, flogging me, raking her nails on my back, spitting on me and berating me while sodomizing me with her strap-on dildo. At some point she flipped me on my back. Raising my legs in the air with her strong hands, she looked me straight in the eye as she plunged her strap-on dildo right back into my asshole. That’s when I beheld my Saudi dominatrix in all of her glory. A hijab-wearing woman from Saudi Arabia, banging my Black ass with her dildo, swearing at me in Arabic and English. Hot damn. This was a dream come true. I heard myself shout my thanks to her for owning my ass. Smiling, she twisted my cock with her hand, sending a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure throughout my body. Her way of reminding me who’s truly in charge. Mistress Samirah fucked me until finally I lay exhausted, my body covered with sweat and cum, my mind a complete bank. I felt low, totally abased, but more alive than ever before. Confusing, eh?

Mistress Samirah allowed me to take a shower, then I left. She told me that our entire session had been recorded by cameras which she placed throughout the house. When she said that, I was a tad bit worried. I love BDSM and everything but I still have my school, my church and my family. Can’t have them find out what I’m into. They just wouldn’t understand. As if reading my mind, Mistress Samirah told me that my eyes would be blurred from the photos and video, just like all the pictures on her personal dominatrix website, and the ones on the fetish social network website. I breathed in relief, and thanked her for a wonderful time. I asked when I might see her again. Glaring at me, she told me that she was the mistress and I was the slave. I had no right to make any requests. She’d see me when she felt like it. End of story. I nodded, bowed respectfully, then left. I walked to the bus stop. Hot damn. I feel so alive! I can’t wait to do this again. I’ve just had my first strap-on fuck session. And I think I’m addicted!

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India had a look of sexual frenzie, bordering on frustration. It was time for my sweet Lilly and I to bring her some relief. We took our positions on either side of her and sucked her stiff nipples, me on the left and Lilly on the right. Lilly’s hand traced its way down her flat stomach, through her silky bush and plunged two fingers into her waiting pussy. I could hear the wetness as Lilly’s fingers worked in and out. India pulled my head up to kiss me, her tongue wasting no time finding mine. I knew she could still taste the fresh pussy juice on my mouth and it seemed to excite her even more.

She was moaning into my mouth as her hips gyrated under Lilly’s ministrations. “I want more, I need more,” she cried as she began to beg us to help her cum. My eyes met Lilly’s and she winked, touched my lips with her sticky finger and pointed to India’s hot, wet cunt. Her smile said it was ok, so I buried my face into her steaming channel.

We all shifted about and ended up in a sensuous and erotic circle. I was eating India. She was flicking her tongue about Lilly’s pussy and Lilly was sucking my stiff, hot cock.

Hands moved all about, body parts blended together and it seemed like the three of us became lost in each other until India’s small frame began to tighten and lift off of the bed. First the sound was low and quiet. But it soon became a primal scream Bostancı Esmer Escort as her pussy squirted an incredible load, directly into my face. It was incredible! She was a squirter! I continued to lick and suck relentlessly. Her screams, hot breath and insistent cries into Lilly’s pussy set her off as Lilly joined in with her own sounds that complimented the orgasm of her friend.

Both women went limp and they lay back in blissful harmony. India noticed that my cock was still straight and hard, giving it a playful squeeze. Lilly jokingly asked, “does it hurt,” with a sly giggle. I said that it was a bit uncomfortable and the ladies suggested that I bring it some relief while they watch.

The lay side by side and both had their legs spread. Lilly’s right leg was crossed over India’s left leg. On my knees, I straddled their thighs. Their torsos touched, Lilly’s right breast and India’s left breast rubbed together as their hands moved about each other’s bodies.

There I was, on my knees, stroking my cock as I watched these two beauties. The juices were flowing out of the slit in the head of my dick. The sound of my hand beating my hot, wet cock faster and faster was all that could be heard, except for the heavy breathing that filled the room.

I looked farther down and found that both of them were rubbing their clits. Lilly’s Bostancı Eve Gelen Escort shaved pussy showed the most beautiful little hard, pink button. India had a clitoris that was more like a miniature penis, slightly protruding from her dark bush as her wet finger traced rapid circles around it.

My cock seemed to grow and become hotter to the touch for a few moments before my balls tightened and began to spray spunk all over the chests and stomachs of my two fantasy girls.

Maybe it was the sight of my cock erupting. Maybe it was the feel of my hot jism landing on their sensitive flesh. India squeezed her little “girl cock” and screamed out in another orgasm. Lilly was right behind her with a shuddering climax of her own. I continued to beat my cock until it was fully spent and flaccid.

We took a few moments to come down from this incredible high. We then realized that we were in desperate need of a shower. We arose and proceeded to the shower where we stepped into the warm, relaxing stream. We proceeded to soap each other and scrub away the traces of lust.

Lilly spread her cheeks and said, “am I clean and shiny down there”? At the site of her sweet ass, I dropped to my knees and buried my tongue into her tight little bud. Since she was bent over, enjoying my attention, she found her mouth perfectly placed to suck Bostancı Evi Olan Escort on one of India’s pert nipples. India immediately started finger fucking her and within minutes, Lilly was in the throes of another climax.

I started to get back to my feet when India coyly said, “I would like some of that.” Again, Lilly smiled and pushed my head back down in the direction of India’s firm, little ass. At the touch of my tongue to her tight little opening she acted as though a spark had been set off in her. I gently probed her with my tongue until it was sliding in and out. She reached her neck up to kiss Lilly and alternated between her sweet lips and her delectable tits. This time I placed two fingers, then three into her love channel as I tongue fucked her ass. She had such a powerful orgasm that she bit down on Lilly’s tit, startling her, and filled my hand. Her pussy, once again shot a stream of hot, sweet liquid.

We finished cleaning up and toweled each other off. Without even bothering to dress we went to the living room, laid on a comforter on the floor and began to talk about our experience.

After a while, India said she was ready for desert. Lilly said she did not think she could face any more food and remarked that she would rather be eaten than eat. My eyes locked onto India’s with a knowing smile. We walked into the kitchen and retrieved the berries and whipped cream.

Lilly, in blissful repose opened her eyes with a wide when my first spoon of cold berries landed on her tits. She let out a quick shriek when India traced the slit of her cunt with a generous portion of frigid whipped cream. It was clear at this point that the night was not over.

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Lorraine created a front window display comprised of model spaceships hanging from strings, action figures, and various comic books. Afterwards, she wrote out the new work schedule for the employees she supervised, vacuumed the carpet, and then stocked some models and toys in the center aisles of the store.

She glanced at her watch. It was almost closing time. The sun was slowly setting in the springtime skies. Physically, she was 5’11” tall and was of Italian American descent, was in her early thirties, and had a curvy, muscular frame. Her dark blonde hair flowed down to the middle of her back, and her skin was a natural light brown. Because of the muggy weather she wore a tight Lynyrd Skynyrd tank top, a black skirt, and ethnic looking sandals with straps that laced up her big, muscular calves.

As she was pricing some more comics and placing them in the appropriate bins, the young Asian guy who worked in the copy shop a few stores down came in. He grabbed a few comic books and approached the counter. She went behind it, towering over his skinny physique.

“Hey, Mel,” she said, smiling pleasantly.

“Hi Lorraine. How’s business?”

“Oh, so-so. Keepin’ busy?”

“Oh, yeah.”

She rung up the comics on the register. “$11.15. . .wait, I forget, are you in high school or college?” She chuckled, blushing awkwardly.

He joined in on the laughter. “I’m a freshman at Cal.”

“So you’re not old enough to drink yet?”

“Not yet,” he replied, handing her some money.

They continued laughing as she handed him his change and his bag. “Boy, you sure know a lot about comics and movies for someone so young. . .are you still looking for issue one of Spiderman?”

“Uhh, no. I’m broke now. Gotta save some money for WonderCon. By the way, can you cut me a discount on the tickets?” he asked shyly.

“Sure, no problem. Hey, we talked about going together. Wanna still do that?”

He smiled. “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

She returned a grin. “Cool.” Lorraine turned around for a moment, and Mel checked out her backside, his eyes bulging out at her wide, long brown back with freckles sprinkled across here and there. And then his eager eyes moved down to her skirt that was pressed tightly against her big, curvaceous ass. He didn’t see any panties or a thong between the crack of those cheeks. His erection grew harder and harder until he felt his underwear get wet. It felt like his cock was going to explode out of his pants.

When she turned around again, she handed him a ticket. “There you go. . .it’s on the house.”

“Oh, no, Lorraine, I can’t.”

“It’s no big deal. We’ve been neighbors on this street for a few years. I’ve gotten to know you and enjoyed our many interesting conversations about comics and films. Consider it a small gift. If I ever need a copy job done, you could ring it on your house. How’s that sound?”

“Okay, that sounds fairer. Thanks again,” he said, taking the ticket.

After closing her shop, she and Mel rode their bicycles towards Lake Merritt. He, to a coffee shop to study with some classmates, and she to a gym near the Grand Lake Theater. She worked out for a couple of hours, concentrating on her legs and glutes.

A UPS driver who delivered to her store often looked at her, raising his eyebrows. “Wow, are you bigger or am I hallucinating?”

She grinned. “Glad you noticed.”

* * *

After her run around Lake Merritt on Saturday, she and Mel took BART into San Francisco and attended the comic book convention. Following that, they had dinner at the food court in the Bloomingdale’s shopping mall.

“So, tell me something about yourself that most people don’t know,” he said.

“I wrestle guys,” she said bluntly.

“What?” he asked, dumbfounded.

“I offer private wrestling matches and most of my clientele are men.”

“I see. . .you definitely have the build for it. Is it fun?”

“For the most part, yes. But then there are the weirdos that I have to screen out.”

“How do you do that?”

She drank some water before saying, “I’ve got a website with all the information. It lists my fees, my physical stats, etc. If someone’s interested, they shoot me an email. If I find the correspondence between us strange, I’ll filter them out. But if it looks okay, I’ll meet them in a café and talk with them further.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I admire your bravery and boldness in doing this. I love strong, independent women myself and you seem to take it to whole new level. If you don’t mind me asking, tell me about some of the more bizarre experiences you’ve had doing this.”

She forked another piece of broccoli and ate it, thinking. “I’ve been fooled before. This one guy seemed totally normal and legit. He was a wealthy, married doctor with three kids living in Pacific Heights. Didn’t seem like much of a threat so I met him. When we get to my apartment he strips naked and tries to jump my bones.”

“So what happened?”

“Fortunately, I know some martial arts and decked the jerk. Then I called the cops.” She Ataşehir Sınırsız Escort reflected some more. “Then another time this dude said he and his buddy wanted to wrestle me together but I only do matches with one person. They were very persistent, offering me more money but I still refused. Last month, I had someone email me with a request to do a porn film.” She laughed. “I quickly deleted that. . .so tell me something about you that most people don’t know.”

“I’ve been to a few orgies,” he replied without hesitation.

She looked him straight in the eye, unblinking. “How were they?”

“Uhh, some of them were fun and some of them were really unusual.”

“Unusual in what way?”

“Like some of the participants were angry, druggie types, some had drinking problems, and a few had weird fetishes. Suffice it to say I quickly left those situations,” he said, laughing.

She nodded. “I don’t blame you. Hey, Mel, you wanna arm wrestle?”

“Here?”

“Sure. Why not?”

Mel shrugged. “Okay.”

He stared at her big biceps and muscular arm. They rested their elbows on the table, locked hands, and after she counted to three, they began. He started out strong, his skinny, little arm pushing hers toward the surface of the table. She saw the triumphant grin on his face as her arm was inches away from the table.

Lorraine shot him back a mischievous smile. “Not so fast, buddy.” She quickly pushed his arm back in the opposite direction, slamming it hard on the table. Her smile turned to one of victory.

A small crowd had gathered around them in the food court and they clapped and cheered. Some hooted and howled, some made cat-calls.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,” she said sarcastically. “Anyone else?”

It was a slow day at the store. After ringing up a customer on the register, she and one of her employees priced some more comics and put them in the respectable bins. Then she stocked some action figures in the middle aisle before doing some paperwork in the back office. Dull, boring, bland. The only excitement so far had been when she threw out some underage kids who ignored her when she told them to leave the adult books section.

During her break, she walked to the copy shop a few stores down and chatted briefly with Mel. He was putting together college readers.

“Having fun?” she asked.

He sighed. “Two more hours and I’m outta here.”

“Wanna grab dinner later?”

“Sure.”

Two weeks later: Lorraine biked to a yoga studio on Piedmont Avenue, a few blocks from her store, and attended her class. Afterwards, feeling much more relaxed and calm, she rode her bike to her gym and worked out. Again, she focused on pumping iron that would strengthen her whole body, but especially her butt, thighs, and calves. When she jogged around Lake Merritt later, wearing a faded Grateful Dead T-shirt and very short blue shorts, heads turned. The shorts were also tight, and her big ass cheeks bulged out of them.

When she was finished, she returned to her nearby apartment on Alice Street, where she showered. Next, she checked her email. A message she had been expecting came through and she wrote back enthusiastically.

She was sitting at a corner table in the Starbucks in Downtown Oakland when a stocky Latino man approached her. “Lorraine?” he said quietly.

She looked up from her book, smiling pleasantly. “That’s me. You must be Marty.”

He nodded, returning a friendly smile himself. They shook hands firmly, and he sat down, sipping his coffee. “I like your website, and was very impressed by your stats and achievements in bodybuilding. All those trophies. Boy, you do a mean workout, and you look fabulous.”

“Thanks. So, in your email you said you wrestled other women before.”

He nodded again. “Several times. Twice with well-known bodybuilders. . .I’ve always loved muscular women and think they’re beautiful and underrated. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Some people think female bodybuilders such as yourself are ugly and masculine, but they don’t know anything. I think slender, petite women are overrated.”

“Is that your two cents on buff women?”

“Yep,” he said, chuckling.

* * *

Upon arriving at her place, he paid her. She wore a sleeveless shirt and her very short blue shorts. He was down to a T-shirt and his underwear. Both were barefoot, standing on a large mat in the middle of her living room. They were about the same height. He looked at the posters on her walls: the Grateful Dead, the Stones, Jefferson Airplane, Crosby, Stills, and Nash.

“Okay, let me tell you the ground rules: no nudity, no sex, no hitting or violence, and no touching of one’s private body parts. All right?” she asked.

“Understood. Can I tape the session?”

“Sure.”

“Do I have your permission to put it on You Tube?”

“Yes.”

“Great. Thanks.” After he set up his recorder, they started. She locked him in a tight bear hug, lifting him off the ground. “Whoa!” he said, chuckling. She held him in the Ataşehir Suriyeli Escort air for a minute, then lowered him, arms still wrapped around his body. He had his arms around her, too, but his hands stayed clear of her butt cheeks that bulged out of the shorts. Instead, they rested on her back.

He sniffed the air. “You smell like Coppertone.”

“Uh-hmm. You give up?”

“Yes.”

She released her grip. Next, they got down on the mat and she locked his head between her huge, muscular brown thighs in a scissor position. As she applied more pressure his face turned as red as a tomato. His nose and mouth was pressed tightly against the crack of her ass but he remained a good boy and didn’t do anything inappropriate.

“Do you surrender?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied submissively.

She let him go. After resting for a moment, she grabbed him and lifted him horizontally in the air above her head. She did this twice like he was a set of dumbbell weights at the gym, grinning victoriously. Lorraine felt like a champion gladiator, like she could kick any guy’s ass. It was a wonderfully thrilling feeling, giving her an immense natural high.

After she put him back on the mat, he high-fived her. “That was awesome, girl! Thanks! You’re an unstoppable Amazonian.”

“Glad you liked it.” She smiled at the camera.

Marty then tried to wrestle her to the ground but couldn’t take her down. Her towering frame remained upright, like it was cemented to the floor. She eventually broke out of his vise-like bear hug and grappled him tightly, flipping him down on the mat. As he lied there, catching his breath, she sat on top of his chest, leaning over to pin his wrists onto the mat.

“Do you surrender?”

He nodded, and she released him. Grinning at her mischievously, he asked, “Can I lick and suck your feet?”

“No,” she replied firmly.

“I’ll pay you more money.”

“Sorry, Marty, but the answer is no.”

* * *

On Saturday, she and Mel loaded up her old, beat up Subaru station wagon and headed to Telegraph Avenue, near the UC Berkeley campus. It was another humid day as people strolled up and down the well-known thoroughfare, browsing at the merchandise that street vendors were selling. At her table, she had her jewelry, craftwork, paintings, bowls, indigenous drums, and wooden flutes displayed.

“You made all these?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“Wow, they’re beautiful,” he said, impressed.

“Thanks. Just a hobby of mine. I do have a life outside of that store, you know.”

“Oh, yes, dear, I know.”

She laughed. “You know about the other side of me, the one that moonlights as a wrestler. Don’t forget, it’s our little secret, okay?”

“My lips are sealed.”

She wore a Cheap Trick tank top, tan shorts (that weren’t too short), and Birkenstocks. He had on a lighted colored shirt and cargo pants.

Her table was just outside of Amoeba Records so she had a lot of people check out her stand when they left the store. A teenage girl purchased some earrings, while the vendor next to her, bought a flute. He was a black man with long braids.

“Good seeing you again,” he said, giving her a warm hug. He kissed her on the lips. “Long time, no see. The avenue missed you, sista.”

“Nice seeing you, too, Jamal. I was so busy for a while at the store that I didn’t get a chance to come up here. This is my friend, Mel.”

The two men shook hands.

When Jamal went back to his stand, she whispered to Mel, “He’s quite flirtatious with the ladies.”

“I’d like to get some tips from him.”

She elbowed him gently, laughing.

That night, she drove them to her parent’s house in Castro Valley for dinner. After the meal, she showed them pictures of her recent vacation to Jamaica. When they finally returned to Oakland, it was close to midnight.

“Wanna come in and have a joint?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“I’ve also got some movies from Netflix if you’re interested.”

“How about comic books?”

“Pu-leeeze! I don’t want to think about them till Monday.”

She parked her Subaru two blocks away and they walked back to her apartment building. Once inside her warm unit, she opened the windows. He looked at her posters, and then at the wrestling mat that leaned against the wall.

She popped in a DVD and they sat on the couch. As the opening credits rolled, she took out a bag of marijuana and rolled up a joint. She let him have the first puff. After she took a few drags, she felt more relaxed, leaning her head back against the sofa. As the movie droned on, she felt his hand on her bare thigh moments later. She didn’t do or say anything, staring ahead at the TV screen. He passed the joint back to her and she inhaled again.

He started caressing her thigh but she still remained silent.

“Hey, isn’t that guy from Seinfeld?” she asked.

When his hand moved under her shorts, she giggled and said, “That tickles.”

His cock was swollen and hard as he started unzipping her Ataşehir İranlı Escort shorts. She took one last puff from the joint before mashing it out in an ashtray. Then she finally turned to him and had the most naughty and lecherous look on her face.

“God, I am horny,” she whispered sexily into his ear. He took off her shorts and thong, and she threw off her Cheap Trick tank top. His eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of her medium-sized breasts with their large, erect nipples. They looked like giant knobs. Then his eyes moved down to her big, shaved pussy and her shapely ass.

“Oh, my Lord!” he said. “Your workouts have done you wonders.”

Lorraine helped him undress, looking at his short, thin frame. Her jaw dropped open when she saw his long, monstrous manhood. How could a little guy have such a big one?!

“I guess we’re not watching the movie.” She switched off the TV and embraced him quickly. They French kissed feverishly, and she kept sticking her long tongue into his mouth eagerly. He had to stoop up to reach her lips. Her breasts were at the level of his face and he sucked and licked her tits and big nipples sensually. They sank to their knees, and she looked down at him, moaning. She noticed the curtains were open and that the windows faced another apartment complex, as well as an alleyway between both buildings. Oh, well, she thought.

After sucking her nipples for a while longer, she grabbed his humungous dick and stroked it in a frenzy. He closed his eyes. Soon, his penis was in her mouth and she sucked it slowly and passionately.

“Ooooooh!” he said.

She licked his large, droopy balls.

Moments later, they walked over to a wooden stool that was before the windows. He sat on it, and then she sat in his lap, his hands fondling her big ass cheeks. Occasionally, he’d split them open playfully and she laughed. When Mel slapped her butt she howled and growled like a wild animal. He periodically buried his face in her sweaty dark blonde hair. Her warm, sticky body smelled of sun block.

“Fuck me!” she commanded.

The room still had the sweet odor of pot.

He sniffed the air before sliding his dick inside her big, moist vagina. She started going up and down on him like she was riding a merry-go-round. His cock slipped out, and she eagerly helped him put it back in. Then she began going up and down again, going faster and harder. Her moans were loud and deep. He held her sweaty, brown body tight, one hand clutching her ass. That hand slid into the crack of her butt, fingering her anus.

Lorraine brought her face close to his, looking straight into his eyes, smiling widely. “I like that. I like getting fucked in my asshole and in my pussy. . .Oooooooh, God, fuck me!”

She continued going fast and hard, hooking her big toe around one of the legs of the stool so she wouldn’t fall off. Soon, they climaxed and her moans shot up several octaves. He thought the windows would shatter but they didn’t.

* * *

A week later, she was sitting in her office at the store surfing the internet. Just out of curiosity, she did a search on You Tube and found the video clip of her wrestling match with Marty. She watched it twice. She also came across videos of her wrestling other men (as well as arm wrestling them), some of her pumping iron at the gym, a couple of her playing beach volleyball, and some of her doing bodybuilding poses.

Several minutes passed before there was a knock on her door. She looked up and saw Jamal standing there, grinning at her.

She smiled happily. “Hey, stranger. Come on in.”

He sat in a chair in front of her desk. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d pop in and say hello.”

“Thanks, that’s nice of you. Are you still teaching at that school in East Oakland?”

He nodded.

“I really admire you helping those underprivileged kids. There’s been so much violence in the city lately, so many youths getting killed. It’s great they have a mentor and role model such as yourself. You’re an extremely valuable asset to this community.”

“Thank you. I try to do the best I can, every day, every minute, and every second. I never hesitate for a moment to help those kids. I’ve also got a side gig now. I’m a freelance IT tech, assisting people with computer problems here and there.”

“Cool.”

He handed her a business card. “So if you need any help with troubleshooting or upgrading or adding software, give me a holla. I’ll throw in a discount, too.”

“Thanks. I’ll definitely keep you in mind. . .so, would you like to buy any comics?”

His grin was more flirtatious this time. “Actually, I’d like to take you out to lunch.”

She started blushing. “I’m flattered, but I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“Is it that Asian guy that was with you that day?”

She nodded.

“Let’s be friends then. How’s that?”

“Sure. I’ll spread the word about your side job.”

“Appreciate it. Hey, before I go, can I arm wrestle you?”

“Certainly.” She cleared the papers and folders off her desk. Then they placed their elbows on the surface, locked hands, and after she counted to three, they started. Jamal was an athletic guy, and for a while he gave it his all and prevented her from claiming a quick, easy win. But in the end, Lorraine’s massive arm finally slammed his down on the desk. She beamed triumphantly.

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I have already told you how Lorri and I met and how she revealed her “surprise” tome that Saturday evening, but without many details.

As you notice, I refer to Lorri as “she” because to me that what she was and will forever be though she did have the extra part that none other that I have met had.

That first Saturday night after we had been kissing and after I had gotten aroused while making out with her, she told me that she had to be honest with me and make sure that I knew her secret. That is when she put my hand on her “boobies” to make sure that I knew they were real and then she moved my hand to her panties and put my hand between her legs so that I would feel the lump that was her “clitty” which she said used to be called her cock or dick.

After the initial surprise, and me really not knowing or understanding what was going on, we spent much time talking about how she had been born a boy and that she lived that way until deciding that she didn’t want that anymore. She had been gay, or queer as her dad and others called her, through her teen years and early twenties. She went to college and obtained a BA degree while fighting her feelings.

She found a job in her hometown but she was still a gay guy trapped in a body that she felt should have been a girl. She did research and found a clinic that specialized in helping people like her. She met with them and learned what she needed to do which was a year of counseling before beginning any treatments.

She moved from her hometown to the town she lived in when we met; began counseling; went to court to legally change her name from Larry to Lorri; began living as a girl; found a good job; completed counseling; began hormone treatments and became what she was when we met.

She said the hormone treatments changed her body from being a boy to a girl by making her skin Bostancı Anal Escort softer and smoother; gradually got rid of her facial hair; made her boobies grow and rearranged her body to look more like the girl with “girly curves” that she looked like. The only thing that they couldn’t do was get rid of her cock. The only way to get rid of it was surgery and she said nobody was cutting that off that she loved it too much. (by the way, it was a very nice one. About 7″ long when hard, with a nice bulb head, sort of thick over nice balls that hung sort of low she said because she stretched them when she was younger). She could still get nice and hard especially when played with.

During our conversation that 1st night, and to make her feel more at ease, I explained that I always identified as bi-sexual and told her of my male to male experiences from the time that I was 16 and that I was pretty versatile but that I really enjoyed being “bottom” when possible. Her comment to that was “mmmmm that will make for an interesting relationship with us won’t it”.

The 1st night, after about 3 hours of talking and sharing stories and having a couple of drinks, she asked if I wanted her to leave since she wasn’t what I expected for a date. I said “hell no I want you to be here as often as you want and as often as you can.”

We began kissing, long deep kisses, they type that seemed to totally engulf our mouths. We unbuttoned her blouse and she removed it and I saw beautiful full tits with large dark pink nipples. (she said that her boobies were so sensitive and they loved to be kissed and nibbled). I began kissing her tits, moved down her smooth belly. She asked me to stop and reached down and pulled her panties off. When she did I saw her semi-hard “clitty” pop up out from her panties. I kissed down her belly and found her clitty Bostancı Yaşlı Escort and began kissing it and found that there was pre-cum on it. I kissed and sucked her clitty and then down to her smooth big balls. (she had no pube hair. Her body was perfectly smooth and I later learned that the hormones along with “grooming” kept all body hair off). She allowed me to kiss and suck all I wanted. I loved the taste and feel of her clitty and the pre-cum that was coming out. I rolled her a little on her side so that I could kiss her “asspussy”. I kissed all over her asspussy, pushing my tongue inside as much as I could. She was moaning and telling me how all that I was doing felt so awesome.

Then she pushed me off on to my back. She kissed by tits and down my belly directly to my cock. She kissed and sucked and I told her she would need to stop that before there was an explosion. Then she straddled me, sitting directly over my cock. She put some spit on her fingers, rubbed it on my cock, then slowly she lowered herself down on my cock. It felt so warm and so tight as my cock entered her asspussy. She told me to lay still as she slowly pushed down so that my cock was entirely inside her. She sat there for a few seconds then she leaned forward and told me to kiss and suck and nibble her boobies. She started moving and grinding her asspussy down. Then she began slowly moving up and down. She took my hands and put them on her boobies and told me to pinch her nipples and pull them. As I was pulling them she began riding me harder and faster. I told her that I was about to explode and she said for me to hold it. She told me to hold it a couple of times then she said “I can’t hold mine anymore” and began cumming and I did the same. She came all over my chest and my cum filled her asspussy. She kept riding until we were both totally drained. Bostancı Zenci Escort She caught her breath then she gently slid off and sort of fell beside me. We were both drained of energy at that point.

As we rested she said that was the first time that she had cum like that in a long time. She said the guy she had dated for about 6 months stopped being interested in sex with her because he said that he wasn’t gay and couldn’t continue with their relationship. She said that she had explained her details with him and been honest with him long before and that he seemed to accept it but as time went on he became more distant with her until he finally broke up with her. She said that he wouldn’t allow her to even touch his ass and mostly he would only give her a hand job sometimes but not very often so she had to take care of it herself. She said for the last few months that her only relief has been masturbation and for about 2 months nothing had been in her asspussy except her fingers.

She explained that the hormones don’t always allow her to get hard unless her clitty is played with or direct contact and that tonight was so exciting and that she was surprised that she got as hard as she did while I was sucking her and that she came while she was riding me.

I kissed her then bent down and took her clitty in my mouth and cleaned the cum off the tip and sucked it a little and told her not to worry that I would try to take care of it for her. She said that she probably wouldn’t get hard again right away but might again in a while with a little help. She put her hand around my limp cock and said that she hoped that, when she did, there might be a spot for it like it was for my hard cock if I wanted to still be with her. I told her that wherever she wanted to put her clitty it was very welcome and that my cock was hers to have however and as often as she wanted. She looked at me with her beautiful greenish eyes and asked when she needed to leave. I told her Monday morning when we go to work. She said fine “there will be lots of fun for both of us before then.”

We kissed – snuggled and fell asleep for a little while until?????

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I stepped into my apartment and let out a sigh of relief. I kicked my shoes into my shoe cubby and hung up my keys.

I stripped as I headed toward the bathroom. Work had been horrible, a huge pile up had the E.D packed with people all night. All I wanted was a hot shower and a hot cup of coffee to follow, possibly Irish.

I scrubbed my skin vigorously, turning it a rosy pink; washed my thick red hair and shaved all the necessary areas. Making sure I was smooth to the touch.

I started to rub my pussy, feeling the soft skin in my most private place. I love the way it feels right after shaving. I continued to play. My left hand slid up my soapy body to pinch my big pink nipples, the left and then the right. All the while I rubbed my lips, just on the outside, my labia still tucked together.

“Fuck” I moaned softly. This is what I needed, I thought.

My index finger slid up through my wetness, parting my folds and finding my engorged clit. Circling it gently. I was so into my own pleasure I didn’t hear the door open.

“What are you doing baby girl?”

“Oh shit…sorry!” I dropped my hands and covered myself in shame.

“Daddy, I didn’t know you were home. I know you asked me not to play with myself, but I forgot.” I whined petulantly. I knew he would be disappointed in me.

“Little girl, I asked that of you, for my pleasure and yours. I want you to cum hard for me, to be pent up for me, when I finally fuck that sweet cunt again.” He pulled the glass door open and shut off the water.

“Did you cum slut, or did I interrupt you before you got that far?”

I fidgeted under his scrutiny, but I looked him in the eye when I answered. “You interrupted Sir. I haven’t cum since you told me not to.”

He pulled me out of the shower and dried my body with the towel, taking extra care of my curves, methodically wiping me down. My nipples hardened as he brushed the towel over my breasts back and forth.

“Alright little girl, head to our room, ass up over the bench at the end of the bed please. I’ll be there in a moment”

“Yes sir.” I bit my lip and slipped past him. His big hand smacked my round ass as I brushed by, heading into the master bedroom.

My legs were shaking as I knelt down on the bench, lifting my bottom high into the air. My plump pussy lips peeked out from between my thighs. He was Ataşehir Öğrenci Escort letting me stew in here, waiting to ramp up my anxiety. My glutes tensed in anticipation.

“Now that is a beautiful sight babyslut. You have such a kissable ass.”

He grunted. “No kisses today though. You know what’s in store for this big pale bottom, slut?”

I swallowed my groan and attempted to relax my muscles.

“Yes Sir. I was a bad girl and you’re gonna spank me.”

I knew when he started calling me slut, he wasn’t my Daddy anymore. This was my Sir, commanding complete control over me.

“That’s right babyslut, I’m gonna turn this ass a nice shade of red before I fuck it.”

My insides squirmed. I knew I was in for pain and punishment, but my pussy was on fire for it, dripping down my thick pale thighs. My ass swayed unconsciously, as if begging to be spanked and marked.

With my face down against the soft material of the bed, I could do nothing but listen intently. The rustle of his shirt as he slowly unbuttoned it, falling to the floor in a shush of fabric. The way his belt jangled as he undid it. My ass cheeks clenched in response. I heard the flick of the button on his jeans and I shivered, knowing how he looks with them slung low, his athletic build looks strong when he wields a belt, so sexy when he builds up a sweat.

My heart rate was erratic. My body was caught in between extreme arousal and trepidation. I could feel my cunt throbbing with need even as my body tightened in response to the snap of the leather. It could have been the sound of that belt or my damp hair that made me shiver.

My muscles flexed as I felt his heat tuck in close behind me.

“Take your spanking slut, take it like a good girl. You’ll even enjoy your punishment, won’t you?”

He played with my big round ass cheeks as he spoke. The leather belt trailed up my outer thigh. Goosebumps dotted my skin everywhere the leather dragged against me. I had almost started to relax when the first strike rained down onto my left butt cheek. I howled in pain and surprise. He wasn’t holding back.

“Oooooh!” I cried, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“You can scream better than that babyslut.”

Another hard blow landed against my pale flesh, searing into me and leaving my bottom burning.

“Eight more Ataşehir Çıtır Escort my slut. I want to hear you as they land. Count for your Sir.”

I heard the whistle of displaced air as the third spank came down. My ass puckered as the belt crossed over the first line he marked me with. I howled.

“Three Sir!”

Three more spanks came down in rapid succession.

“Four, five, six!”

My eyes were wet and leaking onto my flushed cheeks. The pain was spreading a warm throb, straight to my greedy pussy. To my chagrin I realized my slick juices where now smeared between my thighs and glistening on my labia. He must have realized too because a thick callused finger slid up and down my slit. He breathed deeply behind me. His jean covered cock, pressed against my red, hot globes.

I could hear the smirk in his voice as he said, ” I knew you’d enjoy your punishment babyslut.”

My ass wiggled and tensed in preparation for the next smack. It landed across my lower right cheek, the tender spot where my ass meets my thigh. I sobbed.

“Seven.”

He pet my burning bottom before eight and nine caught me along the same spot on the opposite side, then right over the split of my ass. I knew where ten would land before I finished counting for him.

My pussy throbbed and my pelvis clenched as the belt licked against my most sensitive flesh. I screamed a full, hearty scream, cumming even as the pain blazed.

“Ten!!”

The belt fell to the floor with a thud. His big hands rubbed over my ass soothingly at first, then squeezing my cheeks and down my thighs. Pulling my ass open so he could look down at my tight puckered hole. I whimpered and cried silent tears; My orgasm still radiating, sending tingles through my body.

“I love you babyslut.” He afforded me this small warm gesture before I felt his spit dribble down my cleft, running over my rosebud.

His fat mushroom shaped head rubbed through my slick folds as his knees pushed mine to a wider position. I felt him at my hole a breath before he was pushing inside me. My swollen cunt grabbed his shaft as he pushed forward, my cum lubricating the way.

I made breathy grunts and moans as his cock plunged in and out of my tight cunt with ferocity. His deep groans of satisfaction spurred me on, made me hotter. I started to thrust back against Ataşehir Elit Escort him. Each smack of skin lit my ass up again, making the burn and ache inside me grow.

With a suddenness that left me feeling empty, he pulled his shaft completely free of my warm confines.

“Flip onto your back slut, ass up, knees to your chest.”

My body was vibrating with need as I turned over, laying half on the bed. I looked up at him, my teeth worrying my bottom lip. I could see the way his eyes had gone dark, the pupil dilating to obscure the natural blue color. His voice was husky and deep and made me tremble, more of my juices drooling out of my pussy as I arranged myself as ordered.

He put his big hands on my legs and pushed them down and back, squishing my large chest with my knees. My ass was opened for him and he pushed against my pucker. The resistance there held only another second before he breached my star. I whimpered as the thickest part of him stretched my outer ring. My ass burning slightly at the invasion.

He took his time, letting my bottom open and swallow closed around him. He reached down with his right hand and started to expertly manipulate my clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he began to saw in and out of my tight anus. I wriggled beneath him, so full. The sensations on my clit made my ass tighten around him.

“That’s a good girl. Clench your ass on my cock. Let me feel you ripple around me as you cum. Milk the cum from balls.”

“Oh fuck.” I managed as he sped up his fingers, rubbing my clit faster. His cock like a piston, pumping in and out, in and out.

It was looking into his coal dark eyes, his teeth bared in a look of feral pleasure that caused me to peak and fall into my orgasm. My muscles clenched down tight around his cock. My whole pelvis spasmed as I screamed out for him.

“Sir, oh fuck Daddy!”

My pussy splashed against his stomach as he growled and pumped his hot seed inside of me. My head rolled back and forth against the bed below me. Seconds or minutes passed before I fully came back to myself. He pulled free from my tight channel and scooped me into his arms, cradling me close.

My head rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat; bobbing slowly as he walked us back to our shower. He sat on the seat with me on his lap and turned on the hot water. He pressed kisses along my temple and against my hair. The heat and steam filled the glass shower quickly, warming me and rinsing me clean of our combined mess.

As I sat up and started to wiggle, Daddy whispered, “Now babygirl, if your gonna masturbate in the shower, we should try out the detachable shower head.”

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LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

CHAPTER 1

Tom knew that he couldn’t last much longer. The inevitable release of his semen was about to happen. After all, he had been sucking and fucking Julie for over two hours now and he desperately wanted release.

He told her so.

She replied; it was the first words that had emanated from her lips for the last ten minutes or so as she had encountered one huge orgasm after another. They seemed to start just after one had catapulted her into ecstasy and, as such, all that Tom had heard were guttural sounds like ‘aagh!’ and ‘ugh!’

“If you are going to cum,” she grunted, “then cum like a porn star!”

“Eh?” he stopped his thrusting for a second.

“You heard me, cum like a fucking porn star!”

He knew what she meant but this was a first time for both of them. Tom quickly got his cock back into extra speed as he hammered her pussy as hard as he could and, seconds later, screamed that the imminent arrival of sperm was about to explode.

Julie smiled, knowing that she had been well, and truly, fucked and that she was about to get her reward with hot, and sticky, cock juice.

“Pull out,” she demanded, “cum all over my stockings you bastard!”

That was more than Tom could handle and he duly plopped out of her achingly wet pussy and did as she wanted. His right hand immediately caressed his cock and he wasted no time in wanking himself in front of her adoring eyes. “Cum on my stockings,” were the last words that Tom heard before stream, after sticky stream, of hot semen blasted from his body. His first aim wasn’t too good as it flared up high in the air and splattered Julie’s stomach and tits. The initial burst over, Tom then guided his impressive fuck-toy down towards Julie’s black stockings.

A huge glob of cum came jerking out of him and saturated Julie’s inner left thigh. Another jerk of his hand saw more of his grey semen soak her left thigh, then there were more, and more, jerks that left his body and landed on Julie’s shaved cunt and tummy.

Tom had his eyes closed in ecstasy as he finished his wanking over Julie’s ravished body. He didn’t see her cup up his cum that he had blasted onto her body and massage the salty treat onto her fantastic tits.

“Come here lover,” she cooed as Tom, finally, ran out of fuck juice, “I really need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?” said the panting man as he caressed his penis in front of her.

“I want you to suck my breasts.”

Tom didn’t hesitate and immediately flung himself forward onto the luscious orbs that were offered to him. He sucked eagerly at the first nipple that was offered to him and tasted his own cum that had been smeared on the soft mound that was held up to him.

“You bitch!” he managed to say before he moved onto her next breast to continue tasting himself. “You are a beautiful, gorgeous bitch!”

“You are quite fucking hot as well, now finish cleaning my tits but leave the stockings messy. Who knows? I might need you to clean them later?” she added with a wink as Tom devoured each breast of his cum, and then moved on greedily to the salty flavour that had been caressed into her hugely erect nipples.

Indeed, it was her nipples that Tom loved so much. Her tits weren’t the biggest that he had sucked and fondled but they were perfectly formed…and the nipples? Well, they were just to die for. Aroused, they popped out to the size of Tom’s pinkie nail. He knew, he had measured them! And sensitive? Julie could even orgasm with just having her breasts sucked and man-handled.

As Tom was enjoying this after-sex buffet he heard his phone ring; sitting up from his tit sucking he took a quick glance at his watch, “Shit!” he exclaimed.

“What is it?”

“It’s Paul and Shirley; they were going to give me a lift into town to pick up my car from the garage, oh fuck!”

“Don’t worry my lovely fuck-buddy, go and get your car and then…”

“Then what?”

“Well, let’s just say that I won’t be removing these stockings until you get back and then you get to remove them.”

“How?” Tom said with a lascivious look.

“”Your choice,” Julie said in her sexiest voice, “you can either use your teeth or…”

“Or?” Tom asked in anticipation.

“Or,” she continued, “you can use that lovely big prick you have to slip under the suspender belt and force everything down my legs until I am ready to be fucked again. Sounds good?

Tom merely answered with a wicked grin and a nod before adding, “Julie you are such a fantastic fuck-buddy but even I could fall in love with you!”

“Get off me and pick up your car,” she said venomously, “and besides,” she went on to say in a softer tone as she involuntarily kneaded her breasts and hyper-sensitive nipples which caused a low moan of pleasure to emanate from her ruby-red lips, “I want more of you inside me, asap as they say.” This was accompanied with the most suggestive wink that Tom had ever seen. He felt a response in his cock and was sorely tempted to carry on with another fucking but, he also knew that he could come back to the sensuous mouth, pussy, ass and tits later on and, the sooner he went, the sooner he would be inside her mouth and cunt. Not her ass, he reminded himself, as Julie had told Ataşehir Anal Escort him that Big Bert had been up there two nights ago and she was still tender from the biggest butt-fuck that she had ever had.

More of Bert later!

Tom hurriedly got dressed and, moments later, he opened Julie’s bedroom door and went to depart. He couldn’t resist the temptation to take a backwards glance and, what he saw, brought a huge grin to his face. He saw the gyrating body of his slim fuck-buddy as she massaged her sensitive clit and tits, bringing about yet another orgasm upon herself. Julie opened her eyes for a second, smiled at the departing Tom and mouthed the words, “don’t be long, I need to fuck!”

Tom acknowledged with a nod and, before being tempted once more, raced out of the room.

He reached the road and started a gentle jog back to his flat, less than half a mile away, to where he had arranged for Paul to pick him up. As he jogged he glanced at his mobile and saw that he had one missed call. He knew who it was from and, still running, he replied. The call was answered within seconds. “Tom? Where the hell are you?”

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there in two minutes.” His voice unlaboured in spite of the gentle run that had developed into a sprint. True to his word, Tom turned the next corner and saw the familiar sight of Paul’s car, its engine purring outside of Tom’s apartment.

“Get in!” Paul shouted as he ran down the passenger seat window. Tom gave a thank you thumbs up sign as he approached the car, recognising who the passenger was as he did. It didn’t take much of a guess as he knew it would be Shirley, Paul’s girlfriend.

Paul’s girlfriend had the most beautiful breasts that Tom had never seen. Still, that fact might change as the story progresses but they were big and she knew it. Tom had never hit on her simply because she was the girlfriend of his best pal but that didn’t stop him fantasising about being getting able to get a fondle of, what must be, the biggest tits that he could have wished for.

“Hi Tom,” she said seductively as he got into the back seat of the Buick, ‘God you are hot!’ Tom thought to himself as he eased himself into the rear seat but simply replied, “Hi Shirley, hi Paul. I can’t thank you enough for the lift.”

“Think nothing of it buddy, Shirley and I were heading into town anyway, fancy some lunch?”

“Yeah, that would be…” the sentenced was cut short as Tom’s phone rang out. “Sorry about this,” he apologised as he looked at the screen in front of him and saw the call was from Linda, his other fuck-buddy. “I’ve got to take this call, is that ok?”

“Of course Tom,” the tone of Shirley’s voice still seemed suggestive, or was that just Tom’s imagination?

“Linda?” he said as he pressed the answer button, “what a pleasure. How can I help?” he questioned her although he probably had a good idea as to what department that might lead to. For an answer he got a torrent of filthy language.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES! Oh God YES! Fuck me harder. Oh shit, I’m cumming you big bastard, fuck me harder, make me cum!”

Tom was a little flustered in case Paul and Shirley could hear the sexual profanities so he politely spoke into the phone, “I’ll just put you on hold for a moment.” With that he pressed the ‘hold’ button but, he made a mistake, he pressed the ‘speaker button instead. The car reverberated with the sound of Linda’s voice.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES! Oh God YES! Fuck me harder. Oh shit, I’m cumming you big bastard, fuck me harder, make me cum!”

Both Paul and Shirley’s eyes popped as the listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. It was Paul that spoke first.

“That’s one helluva ring-tone that you’ve got there Tom,” he said with a huge grin on his face.

Shirley turned round and looked Tom straight in the eyes, an act that made Tom squirm a bit, part out of embarrassment, part out of trying to discretely trying to control the massive boner that had suddenly erected between his legs. Shirley glanced down and saw the front of Tom’s trousers twitch. She smiled a lovely smile before she purred, “That wasn’t a ring tone, was it Tom?”

What could he say?

“Was it?”

Tom squirmed again before answering, “No, it wasn’t.”

“Let’s hear some more,” she encouraged him and, to prove the point, she moved to allow Tom to get a better view of her impressive cleavage. She knew that her breasts were a turn on to men, and women, and she always made sure that they were on show, it excited her.

Tom glanced at her fantastic pair of melons before turning away, slightly embarrassed. After all, she was his best pal’s girlfriend and he could never consider doing anything that might come between their friendship.

“Come on,” Shirley encouraged him, “Let’s hear that ring-tone again.”

Paul jumped in with his support, “I’m all for that, play it again Sam!”

“He never actually said that…”

“Oh shut the fuck up and play it!”

Tom obliged and, immediately, the car was filled with Linda’s voice. Actually it was filled with Linda’s screaming, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES! Oh God YES! Fuck me harder. Oh shit, I’m cumming you big bastard, fuck me harder, make me Ataşehir Yaşlı Escort cum! That’s it, that’s fucking it, oh Christ that’s so fucking good! NOW”

The three people in the car heard Linda’s orgasm or, to be fair, another orgasm. In fact, because she didn’t live so far away, they could probably just have wound down the windows, stuck their heads outside and heard it over the sound of the engine.

As she started to calm down form her high Lind a finally managed to gasp into her phone, “Tom?”

“I’m here.”

“Get the fuck over here right now!”

“Any reason?” he asked in an innocent voice.

Linda didn’t waste any time in her reply, “Because I’ve got a fantastic cock up my cunt and I desperately want to suck you off at the same time!”

“On my way!” he spluttered into the mouthpiece and put his hand on Paul’s shoulder as he ended the call. “Change of plan pal,” he said as he squeezed his best friend’s shoulder.

“Give me directions,” was the response from, what Shirley thought, was a raspy answer.

As Tom did the obligatory pointing of, first left hand then the right, he couldn’t help but notice that the two lovers in the front seats were glancing at each other. Somehow or another there seemed to be a common agreement between the two of them but, just for conformation, Tom spotted Shirley’s hand stretched over to feel the increasing bulge in Paul’s trousers. At the same time Paul felt Shirley’s pussy. It was wet, as he hoped it would be. No, it wasn’t wet, it was soaking! The pair shared an intimate glance and an almost unseen nod.

“Tom?” Shirley turned around again to their passenger, “Paul and I have…” she hesitated.

“Yes?” asked Tom although he already hoped that he knew the end of the sentence.

“Well it’s like this,” she went on to say and Tom couldn’t help but notice that she was squirming on her seat as she continued, “well, Paul and I have talked about having a bit of naughty fun, if you k now what I mean?”

Tom’s grin stretched from ear to ear, not only was he a moment away from getting a blow job from one of the best suckers in the world but, at last, he would be see those magnificent orbs in all their naked glory, even be able to suck and, if he was really lucky, fuck them!

“Care to join me?” he asked innocently, although not a trace of innocence showed in his lecherous look.

Once more Paul and Shirley shared a look and the decision was made. “YES!” they both shrieked.

“Then turns left here, Paul, and take the second left.”

“And we’re there?” Shirley asked excitedly.

“Yep, let the games begin!”

As they sat in the car outside Linda’s house all three of them took a deep breath before Tom was the first to speak. “Her we are then, ok about this?”

“Tom?”

“Yes Paul?”

“Do me a favour.”

“What is it buddy?”

“Just lean forward and feel Shirley’s pussy.”

“What?”

“You heard me, just lean forward and feel Shirley’s pussy.”

Tom looked at his best friend incredulously but didn’t waste another second as he darted his left hand forward between the big-titted girl’s legs. Shit! She was fucking saturated!

“Does that answer your question?” Paul asked as the smell of Shirley’s sex saturated the car. “My God,” Tom went on to say as he looked into Shirley’s eyes, “You are so fucking wet!”

“I know,” she answered with a wicked grin, “so can we please just go in to start fucking?”

The last word took Tom by shock, he had always assumed that Shirley was so demure, in spite of the fact that she loved to show off her two best points, but he had never heard her swear before. He gulped and opened the car door and, striding confidently towards the front door pausing, only once, to see if he was being followed. He was!

That look seemed to speed up his pace as he opened the unlocked door, as he knew it would have been, and bounded up the stairs towards the sound of pleasure being enjoyed in Linda’s bedroom.

The sight that greeted him was so erotic. There was Linda, on all fours astride a massive cock and loving every minute of it as her fucking motion suggested. Tom’s first words were, “Hi Bert,” as he instantly recognised the massive prick that was giving Linda so much orgasmic pleasure.

“Hi Tom, what took you?” Bert grunted as Linda bounced down on him again only, this time, with a lot more vigour. Linda wasn’t as svelte-like as Julie. She had what, in men’s terms, could be described as the start of a beer belly but that was more than made up for by her big tits that loved to bounce and, as Tom took in the scene, he saw they were certainly bouncing now!

Linda didn’t settle for such niceties as a greeting. “Get the fuck over here and stick your big cock in my mouth!”

Tom didn’t waste a second and, as he hurriedly pulled off his shoes and socks, he made his way to the far side if the bed where Linda’s mouth was eagerly awaiting him. He undid his belt, unhooked the top button of his jeans and yanked them, along with his boxer shorts, to the floor just as Paul and Shirley entered the bedroom. Linda grabbed his now obvious erection and started to suck hard on it before stopping after a few seconds Tom looked down to see what the matter was and was Ataşehir Zenci Escort greeted with the sight of Linda licking her lips, with a knowing smile on her face.

“Mm,” she whispered, “do I detect the scent and taste of a certain Julie?” She didn’t wait for the obvious answer and quickly popped the nine inches of Tom’s fuck-pole back into her mouth and, piece by piece, started to deep-throat him.

He did finally, and with great effort of self-control, get to tell his cocksucker about their audience of two. “Linda?”

“Mm?” she muffled, her mouth full of cock,

“These are two friends of mine, I hope you don’t mind?”

Linda didn’t let an inch of Tom leave her as she swivelled around to see what Tom had meant.

Then she had to I order to speak as, still wanking Tom’s prick, she released him from her oral duties to say, “Hi, its Paul isn’t it?” He nodded lustfully. “And Shirley, that’s right?”

Shirley also nodded although she wasn’t even looking at Linda. Instead she was gazing, admiringly, at what Linda was shafting in, and out, of her pussy. “What a cock!” she said without realising it.

To explain, Bert’s cock wasn’t the longest in the world. In fact you might say that it was average, about the six inches that everybody makes a joke about. What it did have was…girth. It was thick, so thick that when it was hard, as it most surely was now, it could be compared to a can of vegetables, a tin of beans to be more precise. Have you ever tried to suck, or fuck, a can of beans? It’s not easy!

As the view of the can of beans, sliding in and out of Linda’s pussy was watched by Shirley, she felt her panties getting wet. No, not wet, drenched. “Oh fuck, that looks good,” she managed to say in a hoarse whisper. “Paul?” she turned round to her lover, “Up for it?”

“Too fucking true,” he needed to say no more as the waft of Shirley’s sex reached his nostrils.

“I really need to suck your cock, and now!”

They started to get undressed and Linda went back to being pleasured by the fucking monster between her legs and the long cock that she was determined to deep-throat! “Oh yes,” she whimpered as her mouth and tongue tasted Tom and tried to make him harder than he even was. “Wait a minute,” she said as she paused her fellacionic activity. She slurped on his cock once more, withdrew, and licked her lips. “Jesus Fucking Christ! That is Julie’s cunt juice I’m tasting, isn’t it?” she asked once more, this time rhetorically. “You dirty bastard, a lovely one, but still a bastard!”

“Don’t waste time talking,” Tom said for an answer as his hands grabbed the back of Linda’s short hair and forced his cock deeper, and deeper, into the randy fuck-buddy.

By this time Paul had lain down on the bed with his head close to Linda’s bouncing tits, enjoying the view, as he felt Shirley’s familiar mouth take his cock and attempted to get all of him down to the back of her throat. When doing this she managed to take a sideway glance at what Linda had in her mouth. “You know what Paul?” she said as she momentarily popped Paul’s erection from her mouth.

“What?” he groaned in frustration as she stopped her administrations for a moment.

“You could be twins, Tom and you.”

“Eh?” just wanting his prick back into her soft, and moist, mouth.

“Your cocks look exactly the same!”

This time it was Linda’s turn to look around and compare the cock that was in her mouth to the one that Shirley held at the base in order to prove her point. “You’re right you know,” as she also popped Tom out of her mouth and held him at the base so that both women could gaze admiringly at the two magnificent samples of manhood that each held. “This day is just getting better and better,” she sighed, “eighteen inches of cock to look forward to. OMG, that thought is just making me wetter and wetter.” With that, she turned around to speak to Bert, “Come on you fucker, ram me harder!”

Bert increased the pace of the pounding that he was giving Linda and the whole room began to smell of sex as cunt juice began running out of two pussies at an increasing rate.

Paul had stripped completely but Shirley had been so keen to start her cock-sucking that she still had her bra and matching thongs on. This hadn’t gone unnoticed by Tom who was getting a great view of her gyrating ass as she as resumed her deep-throating. He just couldn’t resist it; his right hand wandered over and started to fondle her cheeks with the tiny wisp of lace that was all that covered them as the thong had got embedded into her crack. The response he got was worth it as a groan of pleasure emanated from her cock filled mouth. Encouraged by the reaction to his caressing he deftly put a finger round the, by now, pointless piece of lingerie. Gently, he started to pull the string to one side and moved his finger further south feeling the increasing heat as he got closer, and closer, to her pussy. Then she gasped as his digit finally reached her sopping cunt and he playfully tickled her outer lips. With her mouth full of cock she couldn’t utter anything coherent but her guttural grunts, and the thrusting of her ass against a new finger in her most sensitive spot, allowed Tom to easily enter her. One finger was quickly followed by two, then a third, as he started to finger-fuck her in earnest. Paul opened his eyelids that had been clenched shut in pleasure and looked down at his cock-sucker. The sight that he saw brought a huge grin to his face and he glanced up and over to his buddy and gave him an encouraging nod. “That’s it Tom, give it to her!”

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Her mind was wrapped up by what she’d seen. So desperate, so frustrated. So driven by their pent up lust. So committed to pleasing their mistress. ‘How far would he have gone?’ she thought to herself.

‘How far did you want him to go and how far are you willing to take him?’ a voice in her head answered.

She found herself in her driveway. She was warm, hot almost. Her crotch was so wet and moist. Her nipples stiff against her bra. Just then she’d realized that she had never put her panties back on. She gasped and ran a hand down the side of her face. Letting out a burst of laughter she thought of the gift she left for his mistress.

She wanted to be fucked so bad, so desperately. ‘How did he last that long? How long had those two had gone to reach that point?’ she thought. However, she knew that her fucking would have to wait one more night. She knew that she was going to have to get him ready for it all to turn out right.

‘It was worth the wait.’ she thought. She had her man back. The one she fell for long ago. She wasn’t going to let him get away again. The cool night air whipped up under her dress and caused her to tingle as it hit her exposed hot and wet pussy. She made her way inside. The house was eerily quite as she walked in. Curiously she crept though the house to see where he was and surprise him with the gift she now had dangling from her neck.

He didn’t hear her drive up nor come in the house. If he did he would have stopped what he was doing, but he was in the bathroom off their bedroom oblivious to her arrival.

She entered the bedroom to the sound of banging and his groaning. Peeking through the cracked bathroom doorway she spied him thrusting up and down. She swiftly covered her mouth to stifle her gasp. From what she could see he had suction cupped one of her dildos to the top edge of the bath tub and was literally pounding himself with it. Up and down, up and down. “Fuck me. Make me cum, make me cum. Yes, fuck me.” he moaned. One hand held up his cage and the other was rubbing his perineum. Trying to find the spot she did the night before. “Yes, yes. Fuck me. Harder, harder.”

She watched for a minute or two. ‘So desperate, so frustrated. Denial will break down any barrier.’ his mistresses voice rang in her head. She was torn between excitement and anger. While she watched him it struck her that this was exactly what she needed to help her out. As his paced slowed she carefully went back to the kitchen. She waited another minute before opening the door to the garage and slamming it.

“Honey! I’m home!” she waited “Honey!” She heard him in the bedroom. “I got a surprise for you.” They met in the hallway. “Oh, there you are. Let me go to the bathroom and I’ll show you what I got you.” She kissed him hard and deep before pushing past him into the bedroom. He tried to hide the look of panic on his face. She went about her business and came back out as if nothing were wrong.

She had him lay down on the bed and then she tied him down with scarves. She then dangled the key in front of his face. “How about a little fun tonight?” she cooed. He nodded yes eagerly. She took the cage off of him and put it aside. He started to stiffen almost immediately. “Let me get cleaned up and we’ll get started. . .That’s if you’re still hard when I come back.” she flashed him a devilish grin as she dimmed the lights and let her dress slip to the floor as she walked into the bathroom.

She wondered if he even noticed that she had no panties on. ‘Anything.’ she thought. ‘We’ll see.’

‘So close.’ he thought. Finally. Release. Sweet glorious release. He panicked when he heard the shower turn on, but she didn’t Ataşehir Grup Escort come back out. He had hidden the dildo between the inner and outer shower curtains. He prayed she missed it. Thinking of all he’d been through he tried to maintain his erection, but he couldn’t. During her shower he went limp and hard again two times. Thankfully he was hard again when she came back out.

She crossed the room like an apparition. Her naked body like that of a Greek goddess come to life. Without a word she climbed onto the bed. She sat herself down between his legs and smiled. “So hard.” She traced a finger down his shaft. His cock twitched at her touch and he moaned in response. “So desperate. So wanting. Aren’t you?” She continued to just barely touch his cock with her finger. Up and down. Round and round.

“Yes.” His voice was hardly audible. “Very. So very ready.”

“Yes, very ready. Mm. Let’s find out.” She used both hands now to caress his aching cock and swollen balls with the faintest of touch. “So very ready that you would do anything.” Pausing to let her words sink in she increased the pace of her stroking. His eyes said it all. He didn’t want to answer, but he would. For her he would. “Do you enjoy this? The desperation, the frustration, the longing for release.”

“Yes” he hissed. “I do enjoy this.”

“So do I. I’ve never felt so alive in my life.” her eyes gleamed. “I’ve never been so turned on, so horny. Seeing a man so pent up with sexual energy, stored for my use whenever I seek it. I’m really going to enjoy being your key holder.”

“Wai. . .” he couldn’t even finish his words as she purposely ran her palm across his head.

“That’s what you wanted right? The teasing, denial and chastity.” She continued to tease his shaft with her finger nails.

“Yes, but. . .”

“And you wanted a key holder you could trust, right?” His cock leaked pre-cum freely as she grasped his aching rod fully and slowly stroked him from base to tip.

“Well, yes. But. . .”

“I trust you. So that’s why I have no problem telling you that your Mistress offered me a job. I told her that I’d ask you, but you wouldn’t mind since we trust each other. You do trust me, don’t you?” She watched his breathing get shallow and listened to his voice begin to crack.

“Of. . . course I. . .oh. . .oh. . . but. . . she. . . you. . .oh . . . please!” She deliberately palmed the head to keep him from talking.

“And how could you not trust your wife. I mean if you didn’t trust me you would have never wanted me take you the way I did on our honeymoon. So willing, not for me, but for you. So eager to give yourself away in that special way.” She still hadn’t changed her pace, slowly tormenting him, speaking in cadence with her stroking, letting her words sink in. “To trust me enough to cave into your darkest secrets, your desires, your dreams. This is all your dream right?”

“Yes. . . No!. . .I mean. . . you wanted. . . I. . . for you. . .I. . .you. . .you.”

“Oh, me nothing. You practically attacked me on the last night. Remember? Not once since our wedding have you tried to touch my breasts or try to lick my pussy and look at how eager you were to spread your legs for me last night, begging me to fuck you till you came. What does that say about you? How am I supposed to feel?”

She leaned in and lowered her voice. “And just what were you doing with that dildo hidden between the shower curtains?. . . Well?” She paused, gripping the top of his dick, her thumb began to circle the head. The look of dread and fear spread across his face. “Did you get down on your knees and worship it with your mouth like Ataşehir Manken Escort you did on our honeymoon? I thought you did that out of devotion, but now I think it was out of desire.”

“Pl. . .ea. . .se!” he was squirming and almost hyperventilating.

“Shhh.” She slid her had down his shaft. Then using her other hand gave another down stroke. Again and again. “And whose name were you calling out as you fucked yourself? Who had their cock buried deep inside of you? Hmm? Was it me?. . .Your mistress?. . .” She flashed an evil grin. “Or perhaps someone else you secretly desire?”

“No! . .I. . .” she palmed his head again to keep him from answering.

“Not no; yes. Yes. Yes! So tell me, really, who wanted what? Look deep inside yourself. How many times did you tell me ‘anything’, hoping it would be everything?”

“I. . .I’m. . .not. . .I. . .wanted.” He was now fixated on the cum boiling inside his balls and her hands that were slowly and steadily stroking his dick. She slid a finger to his ass. The lube still there was enough for her to slip in unopposed.

“Yes, you wanted. I see what you wanted. I found what you wanted.” She slowed her pace even more. Her finger moved deeper. “Is this what you were really hoping for tonight?”

“Look at how wet you are. I can feel you trying to buck against my probing digit.” He squirmed at her intrusion. “And didn’t you say ‘Whatever it takes; I’ll do it for you.’ on that last night?”

“Yes, I. . .” He was getting close. So close. He tried to control himself. Hoping to finally orgasm before she had a chance to pull the rug out from under him. She however was one step ahead of him.

“But we’ve been married almost a month and it’s all been about you. What about me? Are you ready to grant me an ‘anything’ or do ‘whatever it takes’ for me?”

“Yes. . .please. . .yes. . .Oh God yes. . .yes!”

Just as he past the point of no return her hands disappeared. His cock spurted two or three times and his cum splashed onto him. “Oh Jesus. . . please don’t stop. . .Please! ANYTHING!”

After a few moments she started stroking him again. Slowly. Watching him whimper and beg as she brought him to the edge yet again. “Oh yes. . .Yes. . .Yes. . .Don’t stop!”

But she did stop. His aching cock spurted again. “Tweets. I’m begging you. Please. Please. What is it you want!?!”

Again she waited before stroking him again. “This is what I want.”

“Wha. . .I. . .I don’t get it.”

“Just as you enjoy the teasing, denial and chastity; I’ve found that I too enjoy teasing and denying. I enjoy watching you plead and beg for relief. I enjoy seeing my cock leaking and dripping.” She paused as she watched his cock spurt again. “Most of all though I’ve found out that I enjoy controlling how much or how little pleasure you get.”

Again, she waited a moment before going back to work on his aching rod. “Please! Let me cum!” he begged. “Please finish it!”

“One, don’t yell at me! Two, you haven’t had sex or even cum in almost a year. What do you think is going to happen when I finally allow you inside of me tomorrow? How long do you think you’d last? Could you think about my pleasure for once?”

He tensed and convulsed again as she let go just before he spurt again. He grunted and groaned as if he were going to force the cum out of him, but after another spam or two it just dribbled out. “To. . .morr. . .ow!!”

“Yes, dear. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll let you enter me. To pleasure me for once.” She once again stroked his cock. “Tomorrow we can discuss our needs. Our desires. Tomorrow we can discuss how you will please me and how so important Ataşehir Masöz Escort this is to your pleasure.” She picked up the pace and took him right to the edge. She played with the head just enough to cause him to spurt on more time.

She got up, put on a robe and left the room. When she did return some time later his cock was flaccid. She reached for his cage, but he began to buck and protest at her attempt to put the cage back on him. “No, please. Don’t put that back on. I’ll be good I promise. Please Please!”

A swift slap to his balls put an end to his insurrection. “Be quiet or you’ll end up with black and blue balls!” She got back up, blindfolded him and left the room. She came back in a few minutes and he felt something cold and hard being placed around his balls and then again around his shaft. It took no time at all for her to apply her contraption. “These are my cock and balls and I need them caged until I say otherwise and this should help you think about that tonight. Remember ‘anything’! We’ll discuss it all. . .Tomorrow.”

She took off the blindfold and untied him. He looked down at what she had done. There was a metal ring behind his cock and balls and another metal tube encasing his cock. They were connected with a spacer and pins like his other cage was. “They’re called Kali’s teeth. On the inside are rows of sharpened spikes, just waiting for you to get hard again. It took a while for me to design them the way I wanted them and I was hoping I would never have to use them, but you’ve left me no choice.” Her voice sounded hurt, as if she was being forced to do all of this. “Anyway, it should help put things in perspective by sunrise. Now go!”

As he was leaving she spoke to him. “You know I didn’t want to cage you tonight, but you’ve betrayed my trust. If you wanted to get fucked all you had to do was ask. Did you think I would refuse you? Do you have secrets, wants or desires that you’re afraid to tell me about? If so; that can only mean you don’t trust me and this will never work so long as you can’t trust me.” She closed the door on him without waiting for an answer.

He sat there; in the living room. Alone. Pangs of guilt coursed though him. He felt like a heel. So selfish. He could not believe how inconsiderate he had been. All she had done for him. He thought of them in college and all the times she would let him do whatever he pleased to her, in any manner, no matter how kinky or depraved. He thought of his mistress and her plan for him. He then thought of Tweets and what she had just said. He thought of his new device and how it was his own fault for having it on.

He began wondering. Wondering why he was so passionate about the way they made love on their honeymoon. Wondering about last night when he ejaculated while getting fucked by her, how excited he was. Wondering about why he did what he did in the bathroom. Wondering why he didn’t just ask her to fuck him. Wondering about ‘anything’. He thought of the many times he said it. Wondering if he meant it. Wondering why he hadn’t even asked her about her wants and needs. Finally, he wondered why he hadn’t even tried to eat her pussy or at least beg her to let him inside of her when she freed him.

Most of all he thought of how she made him feel now. So safe, secure, so comfortable. Her confidence and demeanor were comforting. Never before was he sure unsure of himself. So lost, so confused. His feelings so muddled. More than ever he would need her to help him sort out his feelings. His wants. His desires.

He knew that he would have to make it up to her. He knew what he needed to do and when they talked tomorrow he would tell her. His balls ached like never before from all of the ruined orgasms as he tossed and turned, trying to sleep. ‘Tomorrow’ he thought ‘Tomorrow she’ll allow me inside her’. But that’s not what went through his head. What he thought of was her taking him. As he did the teeth began to dig into his swelling shaft.

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Cayenne’s Betrayal

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Spokes couldn’t believe this was happening. He thought he’d gotten his father out of his life forever. Dad had been a nasty fuck in the past, both he and Mom.

Spokes had been a tough kid, but he’d often been embarrassed by his folks in front of his friends. Spokes and his friends were leather clad bikers, and they hung out with hot little chicks with big hair and tight jeans.

Cayenne had really grown to like Spokes, and she’d seen in his puppy dog eyes a soul that needed nurturing. But, after they married, Spokes let Cayenne know that he also had other needs.

His spirit was kind of broken, and the only way he really could respond to her sexually was after being beaten and humiliated. Cayenne learned to use a belt on Spokes’s bare ass, and to slap his face in public sometimes.

Today though, she might have gone too far.

Cayenne had Spokes stripped of his leather jacket and pegged pants. Instead he was wearing a white garter belt and stockings and high heels.

All his friends were at Cherry Forever, watching the football game, but Spokes had been forbidden to go.

Cayenne, shaking her processed bouffant hair, had laughed cruelly in Spokes’s face, and ordered him into the lingerie and made him scrub the bathrooms in the house.

It was a lot on his only day off! Cayenne did nothing, she had quit her job when they married, and since Spokes made a good living as a tool and die maker, it was okay.

But Spokes had been looking forward to this day off. But it kind of –well, it really excited him that she wasn’t going to let him be a macho sports Ataşehir Fetiş Escort watching guy with his friends.

Cayenne popped her gum in his face as he came out of the bathroom.

“C-can I go and see the second half, Cayenne, or even watch it here on TV?”

Cayenne laughed and reached up, pinching Spokes’s left nipple, hard.

“You little bitch. You don’t need to watch football. I should hire you out to suck off the players in their locker room.”

Spokes’s eyes clouded with tears, but his cock began hardening. Cayenne was so beautiful. She was wearing a hot pink t shirt and short shorts complete with fishnet stockings and high heels.

Even around the house she wore them!

Sometimes, when she was annoyed, she’d make Spokes lie on the floor and she’d stomp his cock with her spike heels, just to remind him who was boss.

Finally, Cayenne tied Spokes’s hands behind his back and put him on an uncomfortable high stool.

“Spread your legs, Peaches.”

Cayenne lit a Marlboro Light and puffed it and began poking at Spokes’s penis with it, and telling him what a little faggot he was, even if he could kick true ass down at Cherry Forever.

Spokes gritted his teeth and endured the little burns on his stiff cock.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Should I get up and go in the bedroom?” Spokes said, panicked.

Cayenne ignored him and answered the door. There was Smitty, Spokes’s long lost father.

Spokes’s eyes widened. Here he was, sitting naked on a kitchen stool, in women’s underwear, and Ataşehir Gecelik Escort he’d tried so hard to break away from his family.

“Hey there, Smitty!” Cayenne jumped up and gave Spokes’s father a huge wet kiss.

Back in the day, Cayenne had told Spokes that they’d never see Smitty again, after all the trouble he’d caused, and they got out of town.

But apparently, along with Cayenne’s losing respect for Spokes, all her compassion was gone, too.

“What do we have here?” Smitty asked as he walked up to his bound son, humiliated in lingerie. “I always knew you were a big of a faggot, boy–“

“I’m not a faggot, Dad!” Spokes said fiercely. But what could he do? He was sitting with his hands tied behind his back, and his legs spread wide open.

“No, he’ s just a sissy freak.” Cayenne said, smirking. She showed Smitty her lit cigarette. “I’m seeing how many times I can stab his dick with this without making him cry, Smitty.”

Smitty threw back his head and laughed uproariously.

His son’s marriage was quite interesting. Spokes looked pissed, and then, with an encouraging nod from Cayenne, Smitty slapped Spokes hard across the face.

Cayenne looked for a moment at Spokes. She asked with her eyes, Am I going too far?

But Spokes’s stiff cock showed his reluctant fascination with this new level of cruelty from his young wife.

Cayenne walked up to Smitty, who was spitting tobacco on the rug that Spokes had saved so carefully to buy. She trailed a blue nail down Smitty’s broad chest.

She leaned over and Ataşehir Genç Escort kissed Smitty’s neck. “You wanna undress me? In the bedroom where your queer little son can’t watch us.”

Spokes squirmed uncomfortably on the stool as his dad and his wife got it on. His cock was now dripping with desire.

He’d always felt such shame at his rude, vulgar parents, and he’d hoped that they would respect him now that he was successful and ignoring them.

But Mom was dead, and now Dad knew that Cayenne had turned Spokes into her own private bitch-boy.

He wondered if Cayenne had told his father about how she’d forced Spokes to blow the gay postman as a Christmas tip.

Or the joy she got rubbing stinging nettles over his balls when she caught Spokes masturbating.

Cayenne fucked Spokes less and less often, and he got quite horny sometimes. It didn’t help that she ran around as hot as a three alarm fire, or that she liked to tease him in such unusual ways.

A week before, Cayenne had tied a rope to Spokes’s scrotum, and she pulled it tight while pushing his dick against his stomach with her bare foot.

Then, as he’d tried to get friction to possibly orgasm, Cayenne had whipped his cock, still pulling the evil rope, with a discarded fan belt until he’d cried.

Spokes wondered if Dad would give her tips on how to kick his ass.

Would she make him lick Dad’s boots? Would she show Dad how to grind Spokes’s nut sack into the hard wood floor with the heel of his Stetsons?

Still, Spokes was so excited by the humiliation of it all. And he knew that Cayenne was now leaning towards what he’d hinted.

Spokes wanted his beautiful wife to put him in a chastity belt, and not let him cum often. and put him through various ordeals.

Dad would probably help with that, a thought that excited and horrified Spokes.

What a strange life he led!

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Bree Lars was driving down the interstate, speeding, when suddenly she saw the infamous bright blue and red lights coming up from behind her. It was strange, she thought, since she was the only car on the road in the middle of the night on a Tuesday. Still, the lights kept coming. Bree knew she had to slow down and couldn’t get out of this one. Bree had gotten out of one too many speeding tickets in her past, and even had a few on her record. And, at this late of the night, the cop had to suspect other things were going on.

It wasn’t that Bree tried to do anything illegal. And really, besides her speeding ticket records, Bree was a rule-follower. She never tried drugs, drank socially but never drove drunk, and she never deliberately disobeyed the law. Bree simply just liked speeding. She loved to see how fast her little mazda could take her. And the night time was the best time to test the limits since most people weren’t on the road to cause traffic. About ten minutes earlier, Bree was driving with her windows down, her long black hair in a high ponytail flowing behind her with the wind, her rock music blaring, and not a care in the world. Until she saw those familiar flashing lights.

The little mazda pulled over to the side of the road, and the police car pulled behind it. The music in the mazda stopped, and the inside car lights appeared.

“Miss, you were driving recklessly, I clocked you going 120 mph. License and registration, now,” The tall young officer demanded in an authoritative tone. In the dim light, Bree could barely make out his face, but could see his figure and his strong arm muscles and prominent jawline. This guy had to be young, perhaps only in his mid-twenties. He looked very attractive, and Bree always had a thing for guys in uniforms.

What an ass, Bree thought, as she found her license and registration and gave it to the cop. The cop looked through it, but did not go back to his vehicle. Bree thought that was strange, but maybe she was going to get lucky.

“Since this is your fourth time caught speeding at such a high velocity, you must get out of your car,” The officer demanded.

“But, Ataşehir Esmer Escort sir, this is rediculous. Can’t you just give me a ticket and go on with it?” Bree asked.

“Get. Out. Of. The. Car. Now,” The officer was more forceful.

Bree obeyed.

“Now, turn around,” The officer demanded.

Bree turned around, facing her little car, in shock as she heard the sound of metal clicks of a pair of handcuffs. The metal felt cold against her wrists as they were forced onto her.

“Whats going on?” Bree asked. “Just do as I say, we don’t need to fight,” The officer whispered into her ear, causing a sensual shiver down Bree’s spine. Why was she liking this?

The officer led her into the back of his squad car. He got into the front of the vehicle and grabbed out a notepad. He started scribbling down numbers.

Finally the young officer spoke.

“Miss Bree Lars. I will give you two choices. Since the speed at which you are going was atrocious, and since it was your fourth time documented at this speed, jail time is necessary in this county. However, there is one other option.”

“What is that?” Bree asked immediately.

“That I may do whatever I wish to you, and then you are free to go. This option, I must explain, will not harm you. On the contrary, You will enjoy it. But you must do as I say.” The officer spoke firmly, but gently, as he lit a lighter and pointed it down by his crotch.

Bree’s eyes widened as she saw what he meant. The young officer had a growing bulge in his pants. Bree sighed, as her body grew more worked up by the thought of this erotic scene.

“What do you wish?” The officer asked, bringing Bree out of her daydream.

“I wish the second one.” “Say it. Say what the second one is.” The officer spoke softly. “I wish for you to have your way with me.”

The officer grabbed Bree’s long ponytail and jerked it toward him, between the bars. His soft lips met hers, as he kissed her, softly and then forcibly. He then stopped and grabbed his keys.

“I’m only going to unlock these handcuffs for a moment. Ataşehir Eve Gelen Escort You will be chained to them again.”

Bree nodded. The officer reached through the bars and unlatched the handcuffs, tilting them so that one of Bree’s arms was still chained together, and the other linked to the bars of the car.

The officer got out of the car, and then opened the back seat. He grabbed Bree and ripped off her clothes. Then he took the handcuffs and once again, chained her arms behind her back.

“Spread your legs,” The officer demanded.

Bree spread her legs, revealing her already very wet, pink pussy. She felt exposed, but in the most erotic way. Her sense of pleasure was greater than it had been in a very long time. The officer then took off his shirt, revealing his beautiful rock hard six pack abs.

The officer smiled when he saw Bree staring at him, obeying his every command so far. This was going well.

He gently stroked down her body, and Bree squirmed with delight. The officer smacked Bree’s pussy. Bree jumped and cooed at the surprising pleasure.

“Don’t you dare move,” The officer said. “Yes, sir,” Bree exclaimed and tried to focus her body on remaining still.

The officer again traced down her body with his finger. When he got to Bree’s wet lips, he was pleased.

“You respond well to my touch,” He replied, satisfied, as his fingers kept circling around her vagina.

Then, without warning, he thrusted two fingers into her pussy. Bree screamed in delight and arched her back. But the fingers left. They then returned, thrusting again, and leaving. Each time, Bree’s pussy got wetter, and she began to moan harder.

But the officer stopped.

“Take my pants off with your mouth.” He demanded.

Bree quickly worked her tongue and teeth around his zipper and button of his pants. The officer took off his pants and boxers the rest of the way, revealing his hard cock. The officer’s cock was very well endowed, about 8 inches long and also girthy.

“I want you to swallow this,” he said.

Bree nodded eagerly as she Ataşehir Evi Olan Escort fit her mouth around the tip of his dick. A sweet, salty aroma of his man smell surrounded her. His cock was long! She worked her mouth down, trying to cover as much of him into her mouth as she could, but still managing to leave some out of her mouth.

The officer frowned. “Is that as much as you can do?” He asked in disappointment.

Bree swallowed and relaxed her throat, allowing the rest of his cock to come into her mouth. She loved giving oral, especially to this size of a cock. Her tongue swirled around as she stroked his dick with her mouth. He started grunting and moaning gently, his breathing rapidly increasing. Bree could feel his cock twitch, but then he pushed her away.

He took a minute to shift through his pocket, and then there appeared to be a condomed dick in front of her. He then grabbed his cock against her pussy. Bree moaned, her pussy juices were melting against her pussy and down her butt crack. He then took his cock and pushed it inside of her. Bree cried out in pleasure.

The cop then pulled his cock out of her.

“No. You cum when i say you can.” The cop demanded.

He then put his cock back into her pussy, and they started rocking together again. He pulled his dick out of her. And started back up again. Each time he did, Bree’s pussy grew wetter with agonizing pleasure and need of a release.

“Now.” He whispered, and he slammed his cock into her harder, as they both rode their way to bliss.

Afterwards, the officer unhooked the handcuffs around Bree’s wrists.

“You can get dressed now. You are free to go” He said, as he dressed himself.

Bree dressed herself diligently. The cop led Bree back to her car.

“Drive safely, now. Do you need me to drive you home, you look exhausted?” The cop asked.

“No, sir, I’m actually rejuvenated now,” Bree laughed.

The cop laughed too.

“Okay. And its Officer Mark Wallace. Just in case you ever have any… problems you ever need me to address in the future, I’d be happy to look into it.”

“Thank you, Officer Wallace. I’m sure I will,” Bree smiled.

“Okay. Have a good night,” Officer Wallace returned the smile, and the two got back into there cars.

Bree decided that was the best speeding ticket any day, and she just may need Officer Wallace’s help sometime in the near future… she just knew it.

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