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Today was always going to be a bad day, or so I thought. Catherine and I had argued since getting up, a continuing argument about whether we were ever going to get engaged. Cat was all in favour, I was dead set against it. No other reason except I hated the idea of being bottled in, restricted.

The immediate effect of this was on our sex life. At 23, I was still horny day or night but Cat, only a year younger, was more selective about when and how we made love. She was also less inventive than when we met, anything more than straight coupling was infrequent.

Cat’s body was, however, a reward in waiting for the man lucky enough to bed her and was the main reason I persevered with our off and on relationship. A good 5′ 8″ she fitted my frame perfectly and her body had full curves without an ounce of spare fat, nothing sagging and magnificent full rounded breasts standing proud and firm. Her legs, when they finally opened, were long, well muscled and hidden within was the sweetest pussy on earth.

So, today, first thing, with my cock the victim of a fierce morning wood, when she turned to me in our bed I placed a hand on her breast and slipped it steadily downwards as far as her oval navel before it was brushed aside with a curse. I got up and headed to the bathroom. My best chance of release was now by jack.

We dressed in silence although I took the opportunity to sneak a peek at her comely snatch with a short Brazilian cut pointing down to her pink slit. I was tempted again to try my luck but a single glance at her face would have disabused me of that idea. We ate, also in silence, and neither of us spoke as we set off for our respective jobs in the heart of the city. Our small flat was beautifully appointed, a short drive to the city. One single spacious bedroom, a massive lounge and smaller but perfectly serviceable kitchen come dining room. It took both our salaries to afford it and consequentially Cat would throw this fact in my face when I argued against formalising our relationship.

CHAPTER 2

My work day passed with interminable slowness. We were due to head to an out of town store to view some new furniture after work so I was glad to quit the office and find Cat waiting for me by our car in the underground car park. I was relieved to see that her bad mood appeared to have passed and that she was pleased to see me again, or that was what her passionate kiss told me.

I looked around and saw that we were alone except for an old man putting his shopping in a car some distance away. I fondled her breast and she pushed her body against me grinding her stiff nipple into my palm. Emboldened, I slid a hand under the waistband of her business suit. I met no resistance. My hand found the hem of her panties and pushed them aside. Her wetness surprised me. She opened her legs, leaning against the car door to give me access.

Her waistband strained as I thrust my hand and forearm deep to run my index finger across her sex. Her legs closed to grip me as I circled her firm clitoris. She moaned and arched her back. My finger found the lips of her womanhood and I thrust my middle finger as deep as I could into the hot wetness. I searched for the sponginess of her ‘G’ spot with my finger. Her hand reached the zip of my pants and slid it down, reaching inside for my hardness.

Suddenly she tensed and I sensed something was not right. “What is it?” I asked.

“Look!” she answered and I could hear the fear in her voice.

Withdrawing my hand I swivelled round and saw a tall, menacing figure just a few yards in front of us.

“Well, Buddy, seems to be my lucky day.” a rough deep voice growled. “A sweet car and a sweet pussy. I think I’ll have the pussy first since you were good enough to warm her up for me.” The man held a short bat and pointed it threateningly at us. “Step away from the slut. Step right away and lie down over there.” he continued motioning to the left of the car.

I started to move and Cat screamed, a loud piercing scream that assaulted the ears and went on and on battering our senses. Momentarily startled by the overwhelming power of her voice, our assailant lost focus and I took the opportunity to launch myself at him. By incredible fortune my shoulder hit him in the midriff and we went down together.

“In the car, Cat! Now! Hurry.” I yelled. She threw herself into the driving seat and turned the key. Big Bad was rolling over and getting to his knees. The starter whined but the engine didn’t catch.

“Damn!” she screamed. “Start you fucker!” she shouted at the unresponsive engine. As if in response to her invective the engine caught and then roared. Big Bad was on his feet and moving towards the car.

“Drive, Cat!” I yelled.

She threw the car into gear and the car sprang forward, the driver’s door slamming shut on her. Big Bad watched her shoot forward, narrowly missing another vehicle and then he turned slowly towards me.

“You’re gonna pay for that motherfucker.” he growled. “Maybe I’ll take it out of your ass instead.”

I maslak escort had gained my feet just as the car passed me. I ran, but in the opposite direction. Still partially winded by my shoulder charge and torn by the choice, Big Bad headed after the car which had stopped no more than fifty feet away. Cat saw her danger and sped off, taking the exit ramp almost on two wheels. In a flash he realised that he had lost both of us as I banged open the stairs door and hurtled up the steps.

I regained the street to find Cat waiting for me by the sidewalk with the passenger door wide. I sprinted forward and gained my seat. I slammed the door shut just as Big Bad appeared in the doorway. Suddenly full of bravado I rolled down my window and hurled a single finger at him. Screaming with laughter from the release of incredible tension we sped off into the late afternoon sun.

CHAPTER 3

Despite the fabulous shadows thrown over the landscapes by the setting sun we were silent on the drive to the mall. The realisation of exactly how close we had come to rape, injury and possible death had driven all thoughts of pleasure from our minds. The furniture store was recently opened in a brand new retail mall some ten miles from the freeway. Access was down a winding country road with no turnoff along it and we were glad to finally pull up at the side of the store. Clouds were heading our way and we both wanted to get home as soon as possible.

We checked out the furniture. It wasn’t going to work for either of us so we headed out to the car. The clouds had decided to hit us with a real downpour and before we got to the car we were soaked. I took over the driving because Cat hates driving in the rain. We had got halfway down the winding road when we turned a corner and almost tail-ended a beautiful Mercedes sports car slewed across the road. A youngish man, about Cat’s age was struggling with a tyre iron on the nuts of the low profile tyres, one of which was flatter than the flattest pancake.

I looked at Cat and she nodded. Damn, I was going to have to get wet. Resignedly I stepped out of the car, hunched slightly against the driving rain. I glanced at his wheel and realised that he would never get that wheel off with what he held in his hands. He looked up at me and shrugged his shoulders.

“Any idea how to fix this?” he asked. “Not with what you’ve got there.” I answered. “Are those the only tools you’ve got?”

“‘Fraid so.” He grimaced.

“Step over to our car.” I said “You can be dry while you call a tow.”

He turned to look at our car with indecision on his face and then beckoned to his own car. The passenger door opened and a long shapely leg peeked out, then withdrew. He gestured again and this time the leg was followed by a slim body and finally a head crowned with luscious black hair cascading over her shoulders. She stood momentarily, protecting her head from the rain with a tan leather briefcase. I ushered them both into the back seats of our vehicle and explained to Cat that they needed to call a garage. I checked around the Mercedes, closing all the doors and putting away the tools and shutting the trunk.

By the time I regained my seat there was a fast flowing animated conversation going on with Cat talking twenty to the dozen and the other woman talking even faster. I checked out the pair and was impressed by what I saw. He wore an expensive suit with fine leather shoes and her dress was clearly from one of the top designer houses. Her body made mine react immediately. I felt a sudden drop in the pit of my stomach as I recognised her true beauty which outshone Cat’s sultry prettiness.

“Hey, hun.” Cat interrupted her flow for a second. “How long is this going to take? These poor people are soaked and it’s getting dark.”

“I guess a couple of hours at least, depending on when a tow truck can get to us.” I observed.

“Damn, hun! Can’t you do something?” Her faith in my all-encompassing ability was touching.

“Best thing is to make the car safe and then get them to somewhere they can hail a cab.”

“Could you help me with that?” the guy asked.

“Sure. Let’s push it to the curb and lock it up.” I answered.

He was out of the car and back into the rain instantly. We ran over to his car and I pushed while he steered it into the curb. I left him to lock up and slid, wetly, into my driving seat. The conversation was back to full flow and I ignored it while I started the engine, switched on headlights and prepared to set off.

We hit the freeway in less than ten minutes. Dense traffic with spray hitting the windshield and making visibility hard and driving even harder. I became aware of two things. One, the conversation had suddenly stopped and the silence was deafening. Two, Cat was looking at me and waiting for my attention to be hers. Finally we hit a standstill in the traffic and I turned to her.

“Daniel, hun, these poor people are soaking. We can’t just drop them off at a cab rank. Could we take them home and kayaşehir escort let them dry off, maybe get some food inside them, then they can call a cab from there. Samantha tells me they live not too far from us, at that new apartment block across the park.” Her eyes were almost pleading and I couldn’t understand why.

I checked out the pair in my rear view mirror. Bedraggled and shivering with cold. The man’s suit was already showing signs of a terminal soaking. This didn’t really fit with my plans for Cat tonight. Our earlier brush with danger had awakened a deep desire for closeness with her. I resignedly nodded and received a brilliant smile from the woman that Cat had called Samantha. The smile kicked open that trapdoor in my stomach all over again.

I drove further and soon the traffic cleared and we were outside the flat. Cat shepherded the couple up the steps and into the lounge while I locked up and checked for mail. By the time I had shucked off my soaked bomber jacket and settled myself on one of our two large couches Cat had led them to our bathroom and thrown in a couple of heavy towelling gowns with instruction not to come out until they were clean dry and comfortable.

I checked Cat and she seemed in unusually good spirits.

“What do you want to eat?” I asked the couple when they had settled. We settled on Thai from the local takeaway to be delivered and, now that the bedroom was free, I went to change my own wet clothes for some jogging pants and a tee. I came out to see something unexpected. The man was sitting on the other couch with Cat and he was sitting close – I mean really close. This left me with no other option but to sit next to his wife, Samantha. She drew her legs up tight as if to avoid all contact with me. She pulled the hood of the bathrobe over her head, partially obscuring her face. I looked across at Cat but she seemed unconcerned by his closeness.

“Peter, here is an attorney. He and Sam both work in the city but she’s a model. He tells me she earns thousands for every shoot.” Cat seemed entranced. Peter nodded.

“He defended the rapper that got caught with a pile of drugs last year. Got him off too!” She patted his arm proprietarily.

The doorbell rang and she got up to collect the food leaving Peter alone for a moment. We filed into the dining kitchen as Cat served the food. Once again I found myself sat next to a silent Samantha, with Peter sitting himself next to Cat’s empty seat. We ate and the conversation flowed but Sam took little part, contenting herself with the occasional non-committal comment.

Finally we moved back to the lounge and immediately Cat went to sit at Peter’s side.

“Get us all some drinks, hun. ” she suggested. I poured some stiff whiskies from the drinks cabinet and turned back to see that Peter was unhurriedly unbuttoning the top buttons of Cat’s sheer blouse. She was looking at me directly, inviting me to respond. I sat the drinks down. While I was not happy with this turn of events, I had to admit that the sight of another man touching my woman excited me, made my heart beat a little faster and stronger.

My choice was either to sit across from them next to the unresponsive Sam or face the situation head on and make the best of it. Clearly Cat wasn’t unhappy with Peter’s actions. She stretched and arched her back, bringing her breasts towards Peter’s busy hands. Damn but she looked hot. I decided to take control and moved to sit on the arm of the couch by her side. As Peter reached the last button and the blouse fell open I reached in and stroked her breast under her pale blue lacy bra. Her nipple reacted immediately as my hand glided over it.

Peter reached up and followed my actions fondling her other breast slowly and gently. Cat leant in to him breathing softly against his neck. I teased the top of her bra cup downwards giving me space to touch the areola and tease the exposed nipple. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra before dropping her arms to her side again. In a coordinated action Peter and I lifted the bra completely away and dropped it to the floor.

I looked over at Sam who seemed to have fallen asleep, she was certainly not going to be taking any part in this. I stroked Cat’s hair as Peter leaned forward to take her nipple between his lips. She moaned and reached towards me with her free hand caressing the bulge rapidly and obviously forming in my jogging pants. This was rapidly getting interesting. I realised now that it was inevitable that I would be intricately involved while another man fucked my future wife. Oh, yes – this was now in my mind too?

Cat’s stroking became stronger and suddenly she reached into my waistband, pulling the front down and releasing my erection. I felt her hand almost circle my shaft and squeeze tightly. She moaned again and I could se why. Peter had discarded the breast and was pushing his hand down into her skirt where my hand had lingered erotically just a few hours earlier. Watching him tease her was exhilarating. I ataköy escort bayan had never watched my girl responding to another’s touch. Her hand rose to the top of my shaft and her finger traced the shape of the head sliding in my precum which had already formed at the top in little pearly beads.

Peter moved forward onto his knees in front of my darling. She shifted over and I slid into the gap. Clearly Peter was intent on eating her out and I rather fancied watching how another man would do it. He reached up to unzip her skirt and she obligingly thrust her hips forward to ease the process. All the time she never once let go of my cock which was now at full mast. Her skirt fell to her knees and Peter drew it round and off her ankles, kissing them as he did so. Cat was now naked except for the panties which matched the bra lying discarded on the floor.

Peter grinned at me as he slid the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her rich red pussy lips already glistening with her juices. As I watched my wife arch her back in passion he bent and buried his head in her heaving cunt. I could just see his fat tongue lapping away at her clit, each stroke making her jerk and shiver. If I knew Cat she would be cumming in seconds and he was going to get the biggest surprise of his adult life when she did.

Her hand was jerking uncontrollably on my cock so I knelt on the arm of the couch and offered it to her mouth. I slapped her lips with my hard shaft, leaving a smear of pre-cum on her lips which she eagerly licked away. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open so I slipped my cockhead between her lips. As she closed them around the helmet she came, noisily, screaming my name again and again. I knew that at this moment she would be gushing cum everywhere and my new acquaintance would be struggling to cope. Sure enough I heard him gulping and coughing as he drank deep of her fuck juice.

Cat relaxed slightly and began to concentrate in the throbbing lump in her mouth. Her tongue started an intricate dance over my cockhead, lapping along the corona and tickling the frenulum. Her hand gripped the base and waggled the rigid shaft around her mouth, protecting it from her teeth by her outstretched tongue and curled upper lip. Then she bobbed her head backwards and forwards slipping my cock to the entrance to her throat.

“Ah, Yes!” I murmured as her lips slid down my shaft. “God, Cat, that is so good.”

I glanced down to see Peter sliding two thick fingers into her hole. My wife was being fingered by a stranger and it was making me feel as horny as a ram. I looked over to the other couch where Sam was sleeping like a baby, oblivious to her husband finger fucking another woman. Back to Peter and I could see his technique was flawless, two fingers in her hole and thumb massaging her swollen clit. She was jerking her ass forwards, trying to swallow his fingers deep into her cunt as she swallowed my cock into her mouth.

Suddenly she relaxed her throat muscles and my cock was drawn deeper until my shaved balls were sliding on the drool coating her chin. The throat muscles gripping my cock took me over the edge and I felt my cock jerk as cum shot up the shaft and straight down her throat. She gulped and swallowed hastily as a second load followed the first. I pulled back quickly and a third load hit her lips and my shaft flopped out.

“Fuck!” I said as my cum slid down her lips.

“Fuck, Yes!” she howled as she licked her lips and jerked her pussy to Peter’s thrusting.

I got off the couch and stood watching, my cock dripping on the floor as Peter withdrew his fingers, slipped his robe off and probed the entrance to her sex with a massive thick veined cock. He held her hips stead with both hands as he eased the head past her inner lips, stretching them wider than she imagined possible.

“Ow, God! You’re too big!”, she cried as her cunt lips parted and his helmet slid in.

Peter’s response was to draw her hips forward, impaling her with his rod. As he thrust another couple of inches into her, my darling wife moaned first with pain but then with pleasure as the thick knob filled her, slipping along the ridges of her cunt walls, driving slowly, deeply towards her cervix. As she moaned and grunted with bliss she tensed first one internal muscle then another, sucking his manhood deeper into him. Soon he was kneeling balls deep in my woman and he began a slow, tantalising withdrawing and thrusting, sliding out until only his cockhead was hidden then driving in until his balls touched her ass ring. He was merciless. The more she groaned for him the slower he went, edging her, keeping her just short of orgasm.

“Fuck me! Harder!. Oh, please, please fuck me harder. Make me cum, I want your cum in me” She wailed, begging him for release.

Now he was deep in her, Peter transferred his grip higher, on to her fat heaving breasts. Each hand pummelled and squeezed her tits as he continued the slow glide into her streaming pussy. The man was a master, controlling and rewarding his sub, preventing her cumming but driving her towards a climax. Lost in admiration, I began to stroke my limp cock, bringing it to life again. I stood over Sam’s sleeping form as I fondled my balls, hoping she might wake to the howling coming from a few feet away. Wondering what her response would be.

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Relishing the cold, winter air hitting her lungs, Kate was pounding the streets on her daily run. Closing in the 8 mile mark, the traffic was building as she returned to town. Dressed for running, her toned body was receiving attention from the male drivers as the cars slowed due to traffic.

“Hey love, fantastic arse!” yelled a van driver as it sped past.

Kate beamed with pride at the comment, the hard work to do 5-8 miles a day had toned her body, even in her early forties, to a state which simply demanded attention. Flicking to the next tune on her iPod, she powered on back into town.

As the traffic slowed due to red lights, Kate started to catch up to the same van driver who had yelled the compliment. Trying not to smile, she fixed her neutral expression and ran past the van, who tooted his horn as she passed, making her smile once more. Kate continued as the traffic started to move again, but didn’t need to look over her shoulder to realise that the van was just behind her again, she could feel the eyes on her lycra clad backside, as she ran.

As she neared a major crossroads, the lights turned to red, forcing both her and the traffic to stop, but Kate still had a plan. Jogging on the spot at the pedestrian crossing section, she looked left and right. To her right, she could see the female passenger was glaring at her, but the male driver was undressing her with his eyes; to the left, nothing, but she did see her admirer in the van approaching. Kate then jumped into an open stance, and bent over to touch her left than right toes. At this point, a couple of things happened: the pale blue running leggings were stretched even further across her taut bum, almost appearing to go translucent, revealing to the world that she wasn’t wearing underwear; and secondly, with his attention on her backside, the van driver bumped into the car with the glaring woman.

The lights turned green for Kate and she set off, immediately back at pace as angry words were exchanged further and further behind her, an excited buzz coursing through her veins at the thought that her backside had been centre of attention.

Back at home, Kate peeled herself out of her Lycra, admiring her toned body in the bathroom mirror as the shower warmed up. She turned round and looking over her shoulder, recreated the pose that had caused the bump.

“Oh my god” she thought, “Would they have seen that much through my leggings?”

Putting on the tight leggings again was more difficult due to her moist legs than she thought it was going to be. Kate struggled back into the leggings, then bent over, recreating the pose.

“Good god, they are see-through.” She exclaimed to herself, “No wonder he was staring at me.”

Stripping off the leggings, she jumped into the shower. Firstly washing her auburn hair, then soaping her entire body with foam. Kate’s hands lingering on her small, but perfectly formed boobs, and her waxed pussy, still tingling from the run and the events from the run. Placing one hand against the shower wall in front of her, she let the shower rinse the soap from her body, as she started to play gently with herself. Having always been vocal, her gentle moans of pleasure increased in volume as the pressure to her pussy increased. Kate was soaking wet, and it was touch and go whether this was due to the shower or her fingers slipping between her lips and rubbing her clitoris. Kate knew she had been turned on, but replaying the scene in her mind, knowing just how much the van driver could see, was driving her mad with passion as her fingers gave herself so much pleasure. Kate could feel her orgasm starting to build, her legs started to shake and her breathing coming in gasps as she no longer could hold herself up. Pushing back from the wall she slipped to the corner of the shower, both hands now devoted to reaching orgasm, one hand slipping two fingers into her tight pussy, the other teasing her clitoris mercilessly. Gasping louder and louder, she started to work her pussy as hard as possible.

“AHHHHHHHGGGGHHH!” Was all Kate could utter as her orgasm started to build and her legs gave way, helplessly sliding down the shower wall to the floor as her legs started to shake, whilst she moaned in pleasure. Sat on the shower floor, Kate devoted all her attention to her tight slit, and direct pressure to her clit.

“FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK! güngören escort YES! YES! YES!” Was all she could utter before the orgasm peaked throughout her body, she could see stars, and wanted it to last forever.

It took Kate a good few minutes of panting to catch her breath once more, and a few minutes more before she could trust her legs to hold her up. Turning off the shower, she exited, grabbing a towel and started to dry herself off.

Whilst blow drying her hair, Kate’s phone buzzed with a text message from her husband Stephen.

“Honey, having to finish something at work before I can leave. It’s going to be tomorrow before I can get home. Sx.”

“Shit.” Was all the Kate could utter.

They’d made plans for tonight, she also had plans to screw his brains out, that would have to change. However, at the moment, she was still naked and had her hair to finish off before she could do anything about tonight.

“How thoughtless of him” she thought “I’ve had my done, got my nails done and I’m freshly waxed. Doesn’t he know what he’s missing.”

Annoyed and frustrated, Kate finished her hair, then stood to admire herself in the mirror.

“No point letting it go to waste.” She said to herself, then dressed in yoga pants a simple off the shoulder t-shirt, both of which showed off the fact that she was wearing sexy underwear.

Later that day, Kate had resolved to go out for the evening, she was going to enjoy her night out she’d planned, with or without her husband.

As Kate walked into the hotel restaurant, she felt a number of eyes land upon her body. Dressed elegantly in a halter neck, black dress, which barely covered her stocking tops, patent 4″ inch heels and a glitzy clutch bag, she confidently walked across to her table following the young waitress. Kate didn’t need to rush, she was in heels after all, and anyway, the longer she took to get to her table, the longer others would get to see her. As she passed a table of an elderly couple, Kate heard the old woman say,

“You can put your tongue back in your mouth, Richard.”

Kate handed the waitress her coat, revealing that her halter neck was backless, and that she wasn’t wearing a bra, then sat so she could look back into the restaurant, but mostly so that others could see her. Returning with her bottle of wine and a glass, Kate poured herself a glass and started to choose her meal.

The waitress returned to take her order, and the menu away, and Kate sat back to take in the room. Although the the room was filled with tables of people, the most attention she was receiving was from a table of two men about 15 feet away from her. Clearly not a gay couple (they’d continued to do more than just undress her with their eyes since she’d walked in), she pegged them as business men on a trip.

Whilst in the middle of her meal, the waitress appeared with a drink.

“From the two gentlemen, on the table over there.” She said, indicating the table with the two business men.

Kate raised her glass to the two men, before mentioning,

“I will have to go thank them in person.” Smiling to the two men.

When the waitress took her meal away, Kate stood and clipped over to the table with the two men, placing her hand on one of their shoulders, she said softly,

“Thank you for my drink, my husband couldn’t make it tonight, and I always like having a man buy me drinks.”

One of the guys virtually choked on his mouthful of food, before the older of the two said,

“Well, maybe we could buy you another in the bar when you’ve finished?”

Kate beamed warmly, she had these guys just where she wanted them.

“That would be lovely.” She said.

Returning to her table, she savoured her drink, before paying and retiring to the bar, taking a seat on a high stool in the centre of the bar. The barman swiftly asking for and delivering her drink with a genuine smile, which Kate returned.

Kate was quickly joined by the two men, and Kate gestured to them to sit one each side. Waving to the barman, more drinks quickly appeared for the two men as small talk took over. However, Kate was surprised when one of the guys said,

“Is your husband fucking stupid? There’s no way I’d stand you up looking that fucking hot.”

Kate grinned as the compliment elicited a surge esenler escort of electricity through her body. Kate responded with,

“Well, I see that you are also married, does Mrs know you are buying hot women drinks in a hotel?”

This comment resulted in a blush from the guy, before the other man laughed and responded,

“What the wife doesn’t know, won’t hurt her. I’d fuck your bloody brains out if I got the chance.”

Kate laughed, but that comment had turned her on. Placing her hand in his thigh, she looked demurely up at him and said,

“Baby, you have no what you would let yourself in for.”

From that moment on, the talk was filled with innuendo, both men being more and more forward, with Kate being more and more turned on by the thought of two men wanting her so badly.

After a number of drinks, Kate asked the two men,

“Do you have a room here, because I think we should retire from the bar guys.”

Kate had said it, maybe it was the drink talking, but she was craving some physical contact, and a good fucking. At this point in time, she didn’t care which one it was. In fact, at this point in time, she didn’t care if it was both of them at the same time.

“I’m in room 265, come this way.” With that, the trio walked off, Kate in the middle of the 2 guys as they wandered out of the bar.

Entering the room, Kate was offered a drink from the mini bar, which she took, sitting on a single seat, legs crossed, stocking tops obvious.

“Well, guys I don’t care who fucks me, but I need to get out of this dress and be fucked. Who’s going to be the one.”

The guys looked as if they would trip over their tongues at this statement, and were even more dumbstruck as Kate stood, untied the halter neck dress and shimmied out of it. Standing wearing only heels, stockings and a smile, she looked astounding.

“Fucking hell.” Was all the guys should say.

Kate sashayed over to the bed, where she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, ass up. Meanwhile, the guys were tearing off their clothes, Kate pouncing on the first one to expose their underwear, grabbing the guy through his underwear with a satisfying moan coming from her lips as she did.

The other guy, Kate didn’t even remember his name, was the first to get naked and he started to maul her boobs, rolling and squeezing her nipples making her truly turned on. Kate took her attention off the quickly hardening cock in the boxers, and looking over her shoulder, said huskily,

“If you want to make me wet, eat my pussy.”

As if this was an order, he swiftly moved his attention from her boobs to her bare pussy pointing at him.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, oh yes, your wife must love when you do that.” She said happily.

Kate returned her attention to the man in front of her, who had rid himself from his underwear, his thick cock stood to attention. Kate took it in her left hand before looking the man in his eyes and kissing the tip of his cock. She parted her lips and her tongue flicked the tip briefly, moans of appreciation from its owner. Then she locked eyes with him again and sunk her mouth greedily down, struggling with his girth, she still managed to deepthroat him, her nose rubbing against his body.

“Oh my fucking god, not even my wife had done that to me. You suck cock better than a bloody hooker.”

Kate slipped her lips off his cock and said,

“That’s what my husband says, I wonder how you boys know what a hooker’s blow jobs are like?” She said wickedly.

The man eating her pussy, clearly thought Kate was ready, as he’d moved back into his knees and was aiming his longer, but less thick, cock at her very wet slit.

“UggghhMMMMMHHHH!, GOD that feels good.” Kate moaned loudly as he started to slip into her warm and very wet pussy.

He started to slide half his length into her in slow strokes.

“That is one hot pussy. You are so fucking wet.”

“I told you I would be if you ate my pussy. Now fuck me with that cock.”

Needing no further invitation, as he slowly withdrew and slammed all the way in, slapping loudly against her ass cheeks.

“UUUGGHHMMMMM.” Kate loves the noise of flesh slapping against flesh.

Fucking Kate with long, slow strokes, the guy to her rear reached forward and actually high-fived sarıyer escort the guy getting his cock sucked by Kate’s hungry mouth. Kate was struggling to concentrate on sucking the cock in front of her due to the fucking.

“MMMMMPPPFFFTT, mmmmhhh, UGHHMMMPFFFT.”

“Man, I want to fuck that pussy, move.”

Blowjob guy, now became Fucker and vice versa in Kate’s mind. She didn’t care anymore she just wanted to suck cock whilst getting fucked. Kate’s attention was again placed on the cock in front of her, which she again demonstrated her skill and deepthroated the longer cock, suppressing a gag.

“Fucking unbelievable, she is an incredible cock sucker.”

Meanwhile, the thicker cock was nudging against her very wet lips of her bald pussy in a most delightful way. Then he started to exert more pressure and the head of the thick cock popped in.

“MMMMMPPPFFFFPPPTTT FFFFUCCCCK” wailed Kate as the thicker cock stretched her pussy.

However “Thick” simply slapped her ass and pushed in another inch or so.

“Ohhhh YES.”

Again, Thick slapped her ass, pulled out, then pushed slowly back in all the way to the hilt. Making Kate literally purr as she sucked “Long” in front of her. Thick started to fuck with slow steady strokes, making Kate grunt in pleasure every time he bottomed out. Kate was in heaven, she loved being fucked, the spit roasting was even better than she thought it could be and the excitement was making her orgasm build quicker than normal.

“Look at her fucking legs, they are shaking.” Said Thick as his thighs slapped against Kate’s tight ass.

“Mmmmmm. YES, DON’T STOP.” Kate said as she slipped her mouth off Long. “Fuck me till I come.”

She then turned round to look at Thick, then Long before she said,

“But you are both going to come on my face.” She said with a wicked smile.

This statement spurred on both guys, Long taking a handful of her auburn hair and guiding her back onto his cock, and Thick speeding up his thrusts. Kate could feel the orgasm nearing, her legs shaking, as she concentrated on sucking the cock in front of her. The sensation of being stretched by Thick was incredible though. Kate braved moving a hand down to her pussy in order to finger her clit. Rubbing her engorged clit in a circular motion was enough to maximise her pleasure and she started to really get noisy.

“MMMMMMMPPPPFFTTTT!” Was all she could managed with Long’s cock buried in her mouth. However, it did make him realise that she was ready to come and he withdrew.

“YYYYESSSSS, FUCK ME, MAKE ME COME!” She demanded loudly. If the room’s neighbour hadn’t already guessed what was happening, they had no doubt now.

“MMMMMMMHHHHH, YYYESSS. I’M COMING.”

With that, Kate’s arm slipped and her shoulders fell to the bed. Her whole body shaking, her pussy quivering & gripping Thick so tightly as her legs shook uncontrollably.

It was a few minutes before Kate could actually trust being able to sit upright, but a promise was a promise. Kate’s breath still coming in gasps, she slid off the bed and knelt in front of it, gesturing the two cocks towards her. It did not take the guys long to assume the position, so that Kate was holding their cocks, one in each hand. Kate started with Thick, licking her wetness of him, before plunging her lips down his cock. Then it was over to Long, angling him down to horizontal before deepthroating his length, swapping her gaze between the two men. Kate could tell the guys were enjoying this spectacle, they were so hard, and as only an expert cock-sucker can tell when a man is about to unload, she was prolonging this for the boys’ own benefit.

“God, I’m going to come.” Said Thick.

Kate pulled off Long and pumped Thick, head back, eyes half closed, mouth agape, tongue hanging out.

“I’m going to cover your fucking face.” He said as he started to shoot. Kate let his first shot fire, over her cheek and to her forehead, but eagerly swallowed his resulting spurts. She withdrew and showed Thick the mouthful she’d captured. This pushed Long over the edge.

“Coming.” Was all he could manage to say as he grabbed Kate’s chin and aimed. His first shot hit her chin, before she re-aimed and collected the remains in her mouth. Kate then scraped the stray shots up with a finger before sucking the come off, showing the guys the mouthful of come before swallowing in a gulp.

The two men collapsed on the bed in satisfaction, Kate stood, before picking up her dress and putting it on, then her coat. She picked up her purse, finished the drink that had been poured for her before the fucking, downed it, then left for home.

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Angie gave me that sly grin, so I sat next to her on the couch and relaxed, my legs spread. Her hand ran up my leg and her fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shorts. Glad I wore my baggies today. Her fingers crawled further up my leg as my cock slowly stiffened. I looked into her baby blues. She touched her tongue to her lips and narrowed her eyes. Man, it’s good to have a horny wife.

Her cousin Jennifer was spending the weekend with us before heading off to her freshman year in college, and was in the shower as we sat enjoying a few minutes alone.

“You sure you want to start something? She’ll be out any minute now,” I said.

She replied by taking my cock in her hand and firmly squeezing it.

“I guess we can finish later if we have to,” I said.

Turning her body toward me, she said, “I’m not worried, are you?”

As her hand continued its stroking inside my pants, I lay back and closed my eyes. What did she mean by that? She knew I was hot for her cousin. No, this couldn’t be what I thought. “Not if you aren’t,” I said.

“Good.” She stroked some more. “Do you like Jennifer’s new haircut?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“It’s been a couple months since we’ve seen her. She’s looking very grown up.”

“Uh huh,” I said.

“She’s getting a nice round ass,” she said.

“Yes, I noticed.”

“I know you noticed.”

I was getting very hard. Angie used to get jealous when I noticed other women. Not until a few years ago did she start loosening up, seeming to enjoy the fantasy. She asked who I thought about — I gave her a short list, and her cousin Jennifer was on it. The horniest I’ve ever been was when she let me pretend I was fucking Jennifer when I was drilling her. That was a couple years ago.

Angie whispered in my ear, “What do you want to do tonight?”

“I think you know,” I murmured.

“No. Tell me.”

I breathed deep as her hand stroked. “I want to fuck.”

“Who do you want to fuck?”

Here’s where the wrong answer can blow the whole day. “You know who I want to fuck.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

I took a breath. Some pre-cum began to rise as her hand squeezed my cock. “I want to fuck Jennifer.”

“Maybe I’ll let you.”

Oh, God it was hard not to come right then. The shower kept running. “Would you really do that?”

“Only if I can watch. Maybe we’ll both have you together.”

“What if she doesn’t want to?”

Angie smiled and kissed fatih escort me. “Jennifer and I have been talking.”

“Oh?”

With a muffled squeak the shower stopped running. My first instinct was to get Angie’s hand out of my pants, but I fought it. Instead, I reached up and caressed her cheek, then kissed her deeply and passionately.

The sounds of footsteps came down the hall.

“Close your eyes,” Angie whispered.

I did so, and leaned my head back on the couch. She went back to stroking my cock, though gently this time. I listened as the footsteps entered the room, and it was all I could do to keep from looking, knowing I’d see Jennifer. I wondered what she was wearing. Neither of them spoke.

I felt someone sit on the couch next to me.

Another hand touched my other leg. I smiled.

This new hand, smaller than my wife’s and more timid, slowly moved under my shorts and fumbled with my boxers. Angie let go of my cock and pushed it toward her cousin as Jennifer’s fingers reached the flesh of my rod. Oh, those sweet young hands, those eighteen year old fingers around my cock were a dream come true. I imagined Angie nodding her encouragement.

Then my wife’s hand slid out, and I felt her unbuttoning my shorts, followed by the zipper slowly going down.

Angie pulled my cock out and I opened my eyes a crack to watch her head descend upon it. The warmth and pressure of her mouth sent a wave of pleasure through me. I opened my eyes all the way and beheld Jennifer. Gorgeous young Jenny, staring at my cock.

She wore only a satin bathrobe.

Her hair was damp from the shower, but the short cut was sexy. Her full lips smiled when she turned to look at me, pretty brown eyes glistening.

I smiled at her, our eyes locking together. I’d waited years for this moment.

As Angie sucked on my cock, Jennifer moved closer to me. Her hand touched my face. Our lips met. I kissed her with a passion I’d never known, hoping I wasn’t about to cum too soon in Angie’s mouth. Not yet.

Angie pulled away and sat back. I felt her watching us. I didn’t care that I was kissing my wife’s cousin right in front of her; in fact, her approval made me much more horny than if we’d been doing this behind her back. My fingers ran through the hair on the back of her head, and my other hand touched her thigh, gently squeezing through the robe. With a noisy and delicious smack, our lips parted and we lay zeytinburnu escort back out of breath.

“You two really got it bad for each other,” Angie said.

I looked at Jennifer and we grinned.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’ve had my eye on him for a while.”

“Well, I’m hot for my hubbie, too.” Angie slipped a hand around my neck, turning me toward her, and kissed me. Her tongue probed me as her cousin’s had a moment before. She got up and sat over me, my cock pressing against the crotch of her jean shorts. “Well, I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner, Jen. One weekend isn’t going to be enough to satisfy this guy. If I’d known this was going to go like this-” She pulled her T-shirt off.

My wife looked great for thirty. Just a slight bulge around the belly, nice curves. Tits still perky, thighs still firm and smooth. She moved over my cock like a lap dancer, driving me wild. Jennifer watched with wide eyes and a grin.

“Here, unhook me, Jen.” She turned her back to her cousin who, hesitatingly, took the bra strap in her fingers and worked the clips apart. Angie slid the strap off her left shoulder and lifted her arm through it.

I reached out and slid the right strap off.

Jennifer giggled.

“Take his shirt off,” Angie said.

“Ok.” She lifted my T-shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the floor, and placed her warm soft hands on my chest.

I put my arm around her and held her close, kissing the top of her head, as Angie kept slowly riding me. I told Jennifer, “get her bra off.”

To my surprise, she grabbed it and pulled it off, tossing it with my T-shirt. Angie’s gorgeous boobs sprang free, nipples hard and red. “Woo-hoo!” Jennifer shouted.

“You’re not going to keep that robe on, are you?” I said.

“Yeah, you can’t let us be the only ones undressed,” said Angie.

I found the sash and untied it, then slipped my hand inside and around her waste, feeling the soft flesh of her belly, then moved my hand slowly upward until I felt her breast.

“Ooh, squeeze it, honey,” Angie said.

Her young breast felt soft, the nipple tender. I pulled back the robe, exposing it, then pulled the other side so I could bend down and kiss it. Wondering if she liked them sucked the way Angie does, I tried it. Her groan seemed to answer my question.

“Suck it, baby,” Angie said, squeezing my thighs between hers. “Suck both of them.”

Jennifer closed her bağcılar escort eyes as I took her other breast in my mouth. With my left hand, I pushed aside the robe from her thigh, and stroked her leg. Feeling her soft bush, I grabbed her crotch and felt her moist heat. Then I kissed her lips again as she bucked to meet the pressure of my hand.

“Isn’t he a good kisser?” Angie said.

“Mm-hmm,” she said, not breaking our kiss.

“Don’t forget about me, hon.”

I turned and watched Angie stand up, and reached to unbutton her pants as she’d done mine. They were tight and needed to be peeled off. Her underwear came half way down with them, but I left them on for now. I touched the wet spot.

“I love my horny wife,” I said to Jennifer.

She giggled and said, “Why don’t you two show me how it’s done?”

“Oh, now that’s a great idea,” Angie said.

I slid my hands up her thighs, and between her skin and underwear. Slowly sliding down, I pulled them off.

“Do you shave it?” Jennifer said.

“Uh huh.” Angie pulled my pants down as I lifted myself off the couch, taking my underwear with in one motion. She took Jennifer’s hand and placed it on my cock. “Just squeeze it hard, and move your hand up and down. That’s what he likes.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah.”

The tip of my cock was touching Angie’s pussy lips, and I was sure Jennifer’s hand was touching her. Did she mind touching another woman? Was I going to get a special bonus?

Angie touched herself. “I’m plenty wet now, so stick it in me.”

Jennifer moved her head so she could see closer, pushing my cock back and forth against Angie’s lips, finding the way in.

“Right there, honey.”

She pushed it up, and my cock slid in. Angie moved her body down, enveloping my cock, and we rocked slowly.

I put my arms around my wife and pulled her to me. We kissed, and I watched Jennifer’s eyes looking at our bodies. Her lips were parted in a slight smile, and her hand went to her crotch. She started to play with herself.

When Angie and I found that spot that drives her wild, we held ourselves there. Her eyes squeezed shut. Our movements were small, the tension strong. I felt her jerk. Her legs twitched. “Mmm!” she said. “Uuuuuh!”

We relaxed, Angie slumped over me, facing her cousin, panting. Her wild blonde hair softly tickled my face and I held her tight.

“That looked awesome,” Jennifer said, nodding her head.

Angie reached for Jennifer’s hand and held it. “That was just a small one. He can make me howl like a coyote sometimes.”

“I can make myself cum pretty well,” Jennifer said. “But you two are like pros.”

“Well, my hubby’s going to teach you to fuck like a pro, then. And I’m going to help.”

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Lately, I have been wondering what it would be like to be with two men that fuck each other with me with them watching and partaking.

I have been seeing Rob, who was very open with me about his thirst for men.

I have also being seeing Don. Don found me on an adult playing site. He answered my call for a younger man that was wondering what it would be like to be with an older, voluptuous women. Don is also married and has two little girls

Rob is a soft-spoken man, married man with two kids. His sex life with his wife was ok, but he was hungry for something else. A man’s cock. He couldn’t tell his wife that… she just wouldn’t understand. So, Rob went in search of his dream.

I do not intend to stay with either man. They both know this from the start. Also that they would be very safe about me not telling anyone about us. However, they didn’t know about each other. Neither did I know about these two men meeting up with each other. They had each found each other on the same site as Don & Rob found me.

I know it’s confusing but bare with me.

Don is a handsome man, beautiful blue eyes, dark short hair, & a soft almost shy smile. His lips are soft and hungry for kisses. He is very well built, muscular, and a cock that is mmm, mmm, good!! His cock is thick and long .We meet on several occasions as he works here in town.

Rob is a bit thinner, a little older, sandy blonde hair with a few streaks of greying in the temples making him look so sexy. He is a very hairy man, alllllll over his body and a cock that loves to be sucked. He loves to bring his toys to play with as well.

I have just met Rob and we talked about maybe getting another man to join us. However, that was going to be later as we were still in the exploring stages. He has a wonderful touch, soft and tender.

I was e-mailing them both pics of my tits I just took after my surgery. (I just had Open Heart Surgery). I was hoping that the scar wasn’t going to scare them off.

Rob had noticed a familiar address. It was Don’s. He emailed me right away. Excitingly he writes: “Rita, you know what we talked about the last time we met? Well, it seems we both know “mecanlikman”. Can I tell him we know each other.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Oh my gwaddddd… YESSSSSSS” I wrote back.

I went on line that afternoon and chatted with Don. He was still at work. I asked him if Rob had gotten a hold of him. Don was silent. I asked if he was ok.

Don said he was but was embarrassed.

I typed back…. “Why on earth?? It was the sexiest thing I had heard in a very long time”.

Then I asked if he would be interested in a threesome with Rob & me. I told him about my fantasy. He was surprised and relieved, and then excited.

I set it up.. We were all to meet here, as my kids are all on their own. Both Men had been here so they knew how to get here.

. It was the longest day in time, I’m sure. We all felt that way. They day seemed to just drag on forever only because we wanted it to be after supper.

Finally, work was over and the boys would soon be here.

I brought out the futon, lit all my candles and put on some sexy mecidiyeköy escort sax music. I went in and took a long hot bath. I wanted to make sure I was very clean allllllll over. I concentrated on my cunt lips as I always have shaved them. I even concentrated on my ass. Mmmmmmmm it felt good as the razor softly glided over it. My tits seemed fuller tonight. My nipples longer.

I sat at the table and put on my make-up& did my hair. I had spent special time to look exceptionally sexy for them tonight.

I had on a black and red teddy that emphasised my full tits. The back was very low and the ass was a thong. Then I put on my favourite “fuck –me” shoes. It was both men’s favourite outfit.

I looked at the time. They would be here any time now. I poured them both their favourite drinks. Don, a beer & Ron, red wine. I poured myself a rye & coke, and sat for a bit, looked around to make sure everything was good.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP…. They are here!!

I rose from the chair and went to the intercom.

” Hello?”

“Hi Babe!! We are here…”

“Great cum in!!”

I rang them up and in a few mins; there was a tapping at the door. I put my drink down and answered the door.

” Hi Guys, Ready for some fun? “

Rob said: WOW! You look great!!

Dona said ” You’ve lost some weight, glad not your tits!!”

We all laughed.

“Cum in guys..”

I handed them their drinks and we sat and chatted for a bit.

We giggled at the fact that we all thought about each other for the other partner.

After we each had three drinks, Don was the first to make a move.

His hand on Rob knee looked soft and warm as he looked into Rob’s face. His hand started up towards Rob’s crotch.

Don had his hand rubbing the growing bulge in Rob’s pants and looked straight into Rob’s eyes as he moved his hand up and reached for his pants and belt. He slowly undid them without saying a word and I watched the growing lust in my eyes as he pulled Rob’s pants apart and reached in to caress his cock. After a minute or two, he pulled Rob’s shorts down and let his hard cock spring out into the air, free from its constraints.

He ran his hand up and down the length and played with the slit a little before he looked up at me.

“Like what you see, Rita?”

“Fuck Yeah!! I just wanna watch for a while if that’s ok with you guys?”

“You watch as I suck your nipples, and Don can continue sucking my cock,” replied Rob. He smiled with that sexy smile he has.

” Mmmmmmmmm, OKKKKK!!” I slide quickly over to Rob.

Don was on his knees. He licked around the head of Rob’s cock and bobbed a couple of times up and down. I slipped off my shoulder strap to expose my tit to Rob. He eagerly grasped the nipple and began to suck hard. Instantly the juices in my cunt started to flow. I sighed at his touch.

Don manipulated Rob’s cock with his tongue and massaged his balls. It didn’t take long until Rob felt his balls starting to tighten.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm Don, slow down I want to last all night “

Don took Rob’s cock out of his mouth and looked over at me.

“You bayrampaşa escort enjoy this, don’t you?” he said.

” Fuck Yeah. It truly is the sexiest sight on earth” I sighed.

I nodded. I felt him get up and I flowed him with my eyes to see him taking his clothes off. His cock was hard and it was sticking straight out in front of him. He turned towards me and his cock swung towards my mouth. I opened it and he pushed his cock into me, sliding it in slowly until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I sucked on him as he slid back out again.

“You love the taste of cock too, don’t you?” he asked as he slid it back into me again.

I moaned. I had a cock in my mouth and a mouth on my tit.

“Oh yeah. That feels so good,” he said, taking my head in his hands and holding me against his crotch. “Keep sucking me. It feels so good.”

Rob reached around to Don, grabbed his ass cheeks, and pulled him into me. Don was still holding my head as I sucked him. I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him.

“MMMMM don’t stop”

Rob pulled him to me again and I engulfed his cock, licking it up and down and sucking on the head. He groaned as I did and I cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing them gently as I continued sucking him. With the other hand, I grabbed Rob’s cock, and stroked up and down. Both men were moaning at the touch of my mouth and my hands.

Rob said “Ok, Guys, My turn”

He pulled me down beside him and pushed me onto my back. He spread my legs and he leaned down to take my juices in his mouth. Don lowered the futon to give us more room to play. There was my pussy practically calling to Rob. He bent his head down and licked my pussy for a few moments. I spread my legs and guided Rob’s head to my bare cunt. Rob began licking my pussy, tasting the slippery cream that flowed from between my legs. My legs were wide enough that my cunt lips gaped open, and my pink anus was easily available and my clit hard as a rock. Rob licked up and down my cunt lips sucking the lips as he slid down to my vagina. Then he flicked his tongue on the way up to my clit, which was now standing out like a mini penis.

While Rob was busy eating my cunt, his ass was in the air and Don was licking and sucking on Rob’s ass. Don pushed Rob’s legs further apart and really started sucking on his ass hole, trying to stick his tongue up inside Rob. With one hand, Don grabbed his legs and with the other, spread his cheeks apart. Now Don had complete access to Rob’s hole and Don started sucking and licking harder and harder. Rob jumped a little as Don’s tongue entered him and groaned loudly again and again. Don rolled his tongue so it was like a small penis and started to butt fuck him with it. He was squirming even more as I did and I found it hard to keep my clit on Rob’s tongue .Don plunged his tongue in and out of him several more times and then ran a finger around Rob’s ass, all the time, watching as it expanded and accepted his finger.

I kept my head up to watch both men satisfying each of us together. It was fucking marvellous.

Then I was so close to coming I asked to switch positions. bahçelievler escort I was on my hands and knees Rob stayed on the couch as I sucked his cock. Don wanted to have me doggy style, he slowly slid that big cock of his in my pussy, I just shook all over till I got adjusted to it, He was so long and thick tonight. Don was being careful not to hurt me. Slowly in and out he glided. He watched Rob and I as he fucked my juicy cunt.

As I sucked Rob, I reached for some lube and spread some on my fingers. Slowly I inserted one finger at a time until I got three fingers in his ass. He groaned loudly at my touch and pushed his ass against my fingers.

I moved so I could raise his leg and leaned down, licking his balls and scrotum. Again, he groaned at my touch and I raised his legs even further until he was on his back, his legs up over his head and Rob’s ass hole in plain view. Don started to fuck me harder as he watched me lick and suck Rob’s ass. I thrust my fingers in and out of him a few more times and then took them completely out of his ass. I moved up and pointed to Don ” I want your hard cock in his ass” I moved to let the head of Don’s cock entering him .I had prepared Rob’s ass for Don and now it was an easy entry.

Don sighed “His ass is so tight around my cock. I had never felt anything so tight before and I wanted to enjoy it for a few minutes. Fuckkkkkkkkkkk” Don stopped to feel the tightness then pushed in further. Then slowly rocked back and forth enjoying Rob’s ass.

I waited a moment longer then pulled Rob’s cock slowly back down and forth, stopping with only to engulf the head inside my mouth .I hungrily suck up and down licking as I sucked his long cock. I stopped and waited again and he squirmed against me. I felt almost heady as I was fucking his cock with my mouth and Don was fucking his soon to fill it with his hot cum. I felt in complete control.

Rob stopped us and changed positions again only this time Rob eased his hard cock into Don’s ass. Robs was still on his back legs straight, Don on his cock and my wet cunt on his mouth. Don leaned over and got a cloth to wash off his cock. He then guided my head to his cock as Rob fucked his ass and ate my cunt.

Don squirmed against me and I started to slowly suck his cock in and out. I could see his face and there was a small tear forming in his eye as Rob started to thrust faster and deeper. Don Kept in rhythm, ass, mouth, ass, mouth, until he couldn’t take it any more.

“Oh yeah,” Don yelled. “Fuck me hard. I want your cock to fill me with your hot come. I want to feel you explode inside me. Please, fuck me harder. Turn around Rita I wanna fuck you and cum in you when Rob cums in me.”

I straddle Rob to face him face to face. Rod is now in Don’s ass. Don’s cock is in my cunt and Rob is suck my nipple hard and

I am fingering my clit.

Rob exploded inside him. Don yelled out when he felt Rob’s cum hit the end of his canal, its heat washing the insides of him.

“Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.. I cumming Rita.”

He exploded in pleasure and I made it as intense as I could. My cunt went into convulsions and my body thrashed wildly in extreme pleasure. We smelled and tasted delicious, as our secretions seemed to pour out of us, while continued to lick and tease each other. Getting ready for round two.

Our wildest fantasy came true… and there will be more to come that’s for sure, this was only the beginning of wild adulterer sex!!

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Chapter 10: Turning Defeat Into Victory

Well, after all the hype and expectation, the end result, although probably the right one, was still a huge disappointment. It was yet another in a long line of glorious failures. Yes, I’m talking about Scotland crashing out of Euro 2008 at the hands of Italy, aided and abetted by some dubious decisions on the part of the match officials.

But all was not lost thanks to Colin and Danny, who kept Katie and I company during and after the match.

We stopped for a couple of drinks on the way back to their flat and Katie and I got quite a few offers in the pub but the boys had already staked their claim on us and, having done some discreet preliminary explorations during the game, Katie and I were both eager to see and get our hands (and other parts of us) on certain parts of them.

When we got back to their flat, we started off, me with Danny and Katie with Colin, kissing, fondling, and generally just getting naked. There was no real consideration as to how we paired off; Katie and I both knew that by the end of the evening we would both have had both of them so we just went with the flow.

It didn’t take Katie and I long to start getting down to business. Almost as soon as we were all out of our clothes, Katie and I were on our knees, each in front of our selected guy, with their cocks in our mouths.

Danny’s cock was a good eight inches long and pretty thick. He sighed as I stretched my lips around it and began to work my mouth back and forth along its length. From what I could hear and what I could see out of the corner of my eye, Colin was just as appreciative of Katie’s efforts as Danny was of mine.

As we feasted on their cocks, Katie and I swapped back and forth a few times, giving them the benefit of both of our mouths. Colin’s cock wasn’t quite as long as Danny’s but it was just as thick and I knew that I was going to enjoy having both his and Danny’s inside me. I was also sure that Katie would enjoy them every bit as much as me. That was still in the future though and, for the present, Katie and I just concentrated on giving the guys the blow-jobs of their lives.

With Katie and I swapping swapping between them, sucking them both for all that we were worth, it wasn’t long until Danny and Colin were close to bursting point. We got back into our original pairs and concentrated on finishing them off.

Pre-cum was oozing out of Danny’s cock as I sucked it deep into my mouth. As I sucked, I stroked his cock with one hand and used my other to play with his balls.

Danny was groaning. His cock was twitching in my mouth and I could feel the tension building inside him. Without warning, he grabbed my head and began forcing his cock deep into my mouth. He was quite rough and I almost choked a couple of times as the head of his cock lodged in the back of my throat.

He came, suddenly and copiously, flooding my mouth with his hot, salty cum. I had to swallow hard not to lose any but, somehow, I managed.

His eruption quickly subsided and, as I sucked the last drops of cum from his flagging cock, I heard Colin cry out, announcing that he was shooting his load into my best friend’s mouth.

I watched as Katie skillfully and hungrily took all that Colin fed her. Once she’d cleaned him off, and while the boys watched şişli escort on, spent, I moved over to sit next to Katie and gave her a long, tender, lingering kiss that had us both melting into each other’s arms.

We were both so turned on by what had happened; we both desperately needed to cum. As we kissed, we began to finger each other’s pussies. The effect was almost immediate. I clung to Katie as spasms shook my body. Katie gently fingered my clit, feeding my orgasm until it completely consumed me. Somehow, I managed to continue to work my fingers on Katie’s pussy and, suddenly, she was cumming too.

As we held on to each other, letting the energies of our climaxes dissipate, Danny and Colin joined us and, before long, we were back in our original pairings again.

No sooner had he got me to himself, Danny was between my outstretched legs, giving my pussy a bloody good seeing to with his tongue and, from what I could hear, the noises coming from the other side of the room seemed to indicate that Colin was paying Katie the same type of attention.

A good tongue on my pussy always gets me going quickly and Danny had a very good tongue. He quickly licked me into a frenzy, re-igniting my orgasm, causing me to cry out as the sensations surged through me. Powerful contractions gripped my womb, fire pulsed through my veins as his tongue lashed my throbbing clit.

As I came, he gave me no respite. He began to fuck my pussy with his fingers, thrusting them deep inside me and twisting them around as his tongue beat relentlessly on my clit.

Suddenly he was gone, leaving me trembling on the floor. Moments later, he was replaced by Colin. Colin’s technique was slower and gentler than Danny’s but it was no less effective for that. Almost at once, I felt a warm glow spread over me combined with a familiar tingling sensation in my breasts.

Colin took his time, exploring every fold and crevice of my pussy with his tongue as I moaned and writhed with pleasure. My pussy was on fire and very soon I was hovering at the brink again.

I held back for as long as I could, letting the pressure build, savouring every painful second as I denied my body the release it craved.

I was distantly aware of Katie’s moans as she enjoyed the attentions of Danny’s tongue. The sounds of my friend’s pleasure served only to further increase my already heightened state of arousal. The awareness of Katie’s impending climax was hastening the arrival of my own.

Finally, it was too much, the explosive impulses became too strong to resist and I surrendered myself to my orgasm. As my back arched off the ground, I clutched at Colin’s head, pressing his mouth even more firmly against my burning pussy. My body flinched and shook every time his tongue grazed my aching clit and I cried out as I rode the waves of my climax as they broke over me.

By the time Colin finally stopped, my body was spent. The absence of direct stimulation was almost a relief in itself. That relief was to be short lived, however. Just as a measure of control returned to me, the guys traded places again and Danny had his head between my thighs and was feasting on my pussy once more.

Danny, gave me one more climax with his mouth; it took him no more than a couple of minutes to bring me off again. Although taksim escort intense, this orgasm was nowhere near as all-consuming as the previous ones had been and this time, as I came, he had me begging him to fuck me.

Having been given his invitation, Danny didn’t hesitate to accept. Pausing only long enough for me to give his cock the quickest of sucks before rolling a condom on to its lovely thick length, Danny quickly positioned himself above me and I guided his cock into my waiting pussy.

It felt wonderful having him inside me. The walls of my pussy stretched around him, making me feel deliciously full. He began to slide in and out and I gripped his tight buttocks as I urged him on. There was no tenderness involved, it was simply raw, hard fucking and it was just what I needed. Danny pounded my cunt with hard, powerful thrusts of his cock and I cried out, urging him to fuck me harder.

I got an occasional look at Katie and Colin and from Katie’s cries of pleasure and her increasingly vocal urgings, I could tell she was enjoying herself as much as I was.

After a few minutes we rolled over. I rode Danny’s thick rod with increasing abandon, impaling myself on its length as he sucked and squeezed my breasts. It wasn’t long before I was cumming again, screaming obscenities as I lost myself in the overwhelming sensations.

Eventually, Danny let me know he was about to cum. His words finally penetrated my consciousness. As I have a tendency towards doing, rather than letting his cum go to waste inside a condom, I got off, removed it and took him in my mouth to finish him off. Within seconds, Danny was emptying a second load of hot, thick cum into my mouth and I was wolfing it down just as eagerly as I had his first.

When the boys had finished, we had another couple of drinks then Katie and I put on a bit of a show for them. We began by simply kissing and caressing before moving on to eat each other’s well fucked pussies.

Katie is exceptionally good with her tongue and, as she always does, she soon had me cumming again. When I was unable to take any more, I repaid the compliment, licking her into a screaming frenzy before, as our grand finalé, we got into a 69 and, cumming again and again, we stayed there until we were both ready to be fucked again.

The boys’ had clearly enjoyed the show that we had put on for them and their cocks were showing signs of returning to life so, once again, Katie and I employed our mouths to get them ready.

This time I was with Colin. It didn’t really take me that long to get him fully hard again but, even then, with the ‘work’ it had already done that evening, by the time I had him ready, my mouth was beginning to ache.

I rolled a condom on to his cock then lay back, my legs spread wide, waiting for him to take me. Colin quickly got on top of me and was inside me with a single thrust. We started off quite slowly, just grinding our bodies together as his cock slid in and out, making me feel deliciously full.

As the warm, well fucked sensations spread through me, I encouraged him to increase his pace. Soon, Colin’s cock was hammering my pussy, his body slamming into mine as he pinned me to the ground.

Almost without warning, I found myself cumming again. The walls of my pussy tightened şirinevler escort around his shaft and I clung to him as my body shook.

Colin continued to fuck me hard. With each thrust of his cock, my orgasm deepened, sending ever stronger contractions pulsing through my pussy and womb.

Somehow, lost in the throes of my climax, I found myself on all fours, being taken hard and fast from behind. Colin gripped my hips, pulling me back on to him as he thrust deep inside. As he fucked me, I had my fingers between my legs, franticly rubbing my throbbing clit, feeding my orgasm as it peaked, subsided and peaked again, over and over.

At one point, as Colin was doing me from behind, I noticed that Katie was taking Danny up the arse and decided that I wanted some of that too. Colin was only too happy to oblige.

I almost wished I hadn’t at first. Much as I like anal, Colin’s cock was a little thicker than most of the ones I’ve allowed there and it hurt a little as my tight rear hole stretched around him. Once his cock was buried deep inside my back passage and Colin found his rhythm, I got really into it.

With his cock trapped in the tight confines of my arse, it wasn’t long before Colin was ready to cum again. With a groan, he slammed against me and I could feel his cock twitch inside me as he emptied his load into the condom.

After we’d recovered a bit, the guys ordered in some Chinese which was just what the doctor ordered. After that, we fooled around a bit more, this time Katie and I took it in turns to take both Colin and Danny at the same time. While I was being done at both ends, Katie was underneath me playing with my tits and licking my pussy. When it was Katie’s turn to be fucked, I did the same to her.

All in all, it felt wonderfully dirty being double ended by the guys as Katie pleasured me with her mouth and hands. That whole final session was just a blur of hands, tongues, and cocks mixed in with large helpings of Katie’s tits and pussy. Katie and I came several more times as we fucked the guys and ate each other’s pussies. By the time we could take no more, we were both worn out.

Colin and Danny hadn’t come during all that so in the end, once Katie and I had summoned up some strength, we decided to finish the boys off with our mouths.

As Colin had shot his load into the condom when he was fucking my arse, I decided I would finish him off. Katie didn’t complain and seemed more than happy to attend to Danny.

It took a while to finish them off but, in the end, with our mouths aching, Katie and I were rewarded for our efforts with a mouthful of sperm each. Instead of swallowing immediately, Katie and I shared a long, drawn out kiss where, to the amazement of Colin and Danny, we passed their cum back and forth between our mouths.

After we’d finished, Katie and I got showered and dressed and the guys, bless them, got us a taxi to the station where we just managed to catch the last train back to Edinburgh.

As planned, I stayed over at Katie’s last night and we had a lot more fun, just the two of us, before we got to sleep in the early hours of this morning.

I got home just after lunchtime on Sunday. My mum asked me if I’d had a good time. I think I managed to keep a straight face and not blush when I said that Katie and I had had a nice, quiet evening. My mum also said I looked a bit tired. Not so sure I managed not to blush that time.

Anyway, so that was how I consoled myself to Scotland being knocked out of Euro 2008. I guess you could say it started with a whimper but it definitely ended with bang.

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Selena, my new one? My Girlfriend? She lies slightly at an angle on me, and her rubber cock is still inside me. I can smell her. Her warmth, her skin on mine. Her breasts on my back.

My cock is still hard with the toy inside me and her close by. She turns me slightly to the side and runs one hand over my balls and my throbbing hard-on. Apparently, she has already recovered. Will she continue to fuck me now?

It looks like she has something else in mind. She slowly withdraws from me. That does make me groan again. But when her hand also disappears, I turn to her. I am so horny and would like to come again.

She looks into my eyes and smiles at me. My desire is probably too obvious.

Now I’ll take care of you, my baby, she says and sits up. For the first time I see her closely with the strapon. A black cock, slightly bigger than mine, is on a black leather harness. I look at her fascinated. This sight alone is incredibly arousing.

She briefly puts one of her hands around her rubber cock and examines it. Walks up and down and looks deep into my eyes. Do you trust me, she asks me. What does escort bursa she plan to do now? I nod automatically. Yes, I trust her, and I just want more.

Good, sweetie, and turns to the nightstand next to the bed. She opens it and takes out a tube of lube and another dildo from the drawer. Just what one. This one is a lot bigger! I’m feeling a little uneasy. What does she plan to do with it? He’ll never get inside me!

I watch as she unscrews the original rubber tail from her harness and replaces it with the new, large one. The black part stands out powerfully from her. She puts gel on it and while she lets it in, she looks deep into my eyes. Will you try it for me, she asks me in a slightly hotter and quieter voice. I answer just as quietly. Of course, I want to please her but this size! I don’t know if I can do it, I whisper back uncertainly.

She smiles her wonderful smile. Trust me. I’ll take care of you. Then she sits down at the end of the bed. Leaning against the headboard, her long legs spread and the black cock sticking out from her.

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She pushes up from below and at the same time pulls me close to her. Then I feel how she places the black cock on my asshole. The pressure increases and she gently pushes me down. OMG, that thing is thick! The art lace stretches me more and more. Relax, she whispers. Slow. The dildo penetrates me very slowly. She coos, that’s good, my sweet one. Yes. Keep it up baby. You’re marvelous. She grabs my cock with one hand and starts jerking it. Not too fast and only with light pressure. But completely sufficient to forget the pain of stretching.

She pulls me close to her. I feel her hot breath. Because of her size, our heads are almost at the same height. She kisses me from behind, bursa merkez escort jerks my cock and starts fucking me with light thrusts.

My desire is getting bigger and the muscles in my thighs are getting weaker. I can’t really support myself either and so it happens as it must. Her toy penetrates me deeper and deeper. The feeling is indescribable. She holds me with one arm and pulls me close to her. Her stiff nipples and her big soft breasts on my back. Surrounded by her slim, toned legs and her second hand grips my boner. She pushes me deeper and deeper onto her cock.

I’m almost in a kind of trance. Her thrusts become more rhythmic and harder. Then she is in me to the hilt. Holds me. Fuck me. Kiss me and jerk my cock. There has been no talk of pain for a long time. Only desire controls me.

And I feel the pressure in my cock increasing. I moan louder and louder. She notices that I’m about to cum and pushes into me even harder while her hand closes tightly around my boner, and she jerks me off even faster.

I can’t take it anymore and explode screaming. My juice squirts in all directions, far above my head. She pumps me completely empty. I’ve never come like this before. Then I lie in her arms, exhausted and trembling with pleasure. The rubber cock is out again, and she caresses me, kisses me and nestles close to me. I can still hear her whispering, I’ll never give you back, my sweetheart.

Then I fall asleep exhausted.

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“Team USA and Team GB, please send out your Farters for the second round!” Exclaimed the judge.

“WIND!” Shouted Coach Todd. “Get yer ass out there and do what you do best!”

“Fart, coach?” Asked Serafina.

“No…” replied coach “WIN.”

“You got it!” She said, jogging onto the fart square

“YEEEEEAAAAH! ABOUT TIME YOU PUT HER IN, TODD!” Yelled a Team USA fan.

“(Sniffles) THAT GIRL RIGHT THERE IS A FUCKING AMERICAN HERO!!” Yelled another fan, wiping a tear away from his eye.

“I’m the greatest! I’m the greatest! I’m the greatest! Can’t nobody stop me! Can’t nobody just waltz through the Wind farm without taking a whiff!” Serafina said under her breath.

“Waltz through the wind farm, innit? Did you come up with that crap on your own?” Said one of the players from Team GB walking into the fart square.

“Umm, excuse me? And who do you think you’re talkin to with that shitty ass makeup? Your foundation don’t even match your skin tone, boo.” Said Serafina, pointing to her poorly done makeup.

“I’m chattin to you, bruv! Are you dumb?” Said the Team GB player.

“Me? Talk to me when you pick a better color of lipstick than beige, sand lips!” Said Serafina.

“Fitting that I’m sand lips, since there’s a fucking camel in the room with us!” Said the player, pointing to Serafina’s crotch, which was unfortunately ‘eating’ her shorts very visibly…

Serafina covered her crotch with both of her hands and backed away. “Keep your eyes off my coochie!”

“That ‘ting? No one can keep their peepers off that fuckin monstrosity of a vagina bruv!”

“Pffffft! Kiss my gas! You fucking nobody!”

“Hehe. Guess I should properly introduce myself, yeah?”

“Bitch I don’t care who yo’ ass is!”

—

Farter Profile: Shelly Thornton 🇬🇧

Age: 24

Race/Ethnicity: White/Caucasian (English 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿)

Physical Appearance: 5’8, 165 lbs, dirty blonde hair, thick eyebrows, green eyes, bad makeup, slightly curvy figure, big butt, DD cup breasts, Team GB hoodie, Team GB yoga shorts

Hometown: London, England, United Kingdom

Achievements: United Kingdom Fart Champion (2022),

Fart Speciality: Sound, force, smell

Nickname: Bunda blasta

—

“Yo, you keep disrespecting man! Looks like I’m gonna have to drop a verse on you, pussyhole!” Yelled Thornton.

“A verse? You mean like, rap? pfffHAHAHA!” Giggled Serafina. “…Are you REALLY that fucking corny?”

Thornton pulled out her phone. A slow, melodic, UK drill rap beat started playing. Serafina rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Oh my god, she’s fucking serious,” Serafina said, now putting her face in her palm.

“Uh, yo, wagwan… last name Thornton, first name Shelly! Just ate a big meal, gotta lotta food in my belly! This match is nationally televised, yeah, it’s gonna be on the telly! Gonna win the IWFC, then I’m gonna hit a celly!”

“PLEASE. STOP.” Yelled Serafina.

“I really like to fart! I really consider it an art! Although I sometimes shart… that still don’t mean I won’t tear your ass apart!”

“Listening to you rap is worse than CIA torture!” Whined Serafina, now covering her ears.

“Yo, I’m from South London, yeah, the Africans call me Bunda Blasta! My ass pollutes the atmosphere, better call NASA! I can send mandem flying to space after I eat some Asda! That’s facts, ya!”

“Can you at least TRY to have a flow?” Said Serafina.

“I don’t fancy Americans, yeah, I’m Amera-phobic! Ima European ballin on yanks like it’s the NBA, call me Nikola Jokic! But I ain’t Greek or Roman, yeah, I ain’t no stoic! But I’ll be happy running circles around you, no aerobic!”

“OK! I’ve heard enough! Turn that shitty beat off, please!” Screamed Serafina.

The beat stopped, and she put her phone back in her pocket. “Bars were too fire for you, huh?”

“No, it’s just that I was contemplating suicide hearing you rap!” Shouted Serafina. “You are the SORRIEST rapper I’ve ever heard!”

“Ugh! Whatever. ” Thornton Said, as she flipped her hair to the side. “Just get ready to get absolutely BLASTED by my farts, yank!”

“Ladies, can we stop with the talk? Positions please!” Said the judge.

Both of them stood before the judge as he knelt down behind both of their asses.

“On your marks…”

“Get set…”

“FART!”

“HMMMMPPHHNNNNGG! C’mon ass, I need you to rip one!” Roared Serafina.

RRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBLLLLLAAAAARRRRRTTTTT!

“(Sniff) oh god, that is bad! Fucking vile!” Said Thornton, holding her nose.

Serafina directed the smell towards Thornton. “Yeeeeaaah sniff that up hoe! I made sure to have extra asparagus and black beans this morning!”

“Hold on, I’ve got one for you right here! HNNNNNNNGGG!” Replied Thornton.

SHHLLAAARRPLPLPLPLPLP

Thornton released a quick, loud, wet sounding, bubbly fart.

“Oooh now we’re talking!” Said Thornton, as she reached down into the back of her shorts and readjusted her thong. “oooh, that’s gonna itch when if dries… probably shouldn’t have worn a damn thong today…”

SHHHHHHHHLLLLAAAAAAAAARRRRPPLPLPLPLPLPRRRRRLIPLILILIPLIPLIPLIP!!

“Ooooooh bursa escort now THAT’S definitely gonna itch when it dries! Might’ve gotten a little residue on my hands…” Said Thornton, after cutting another loud, bubbly fart.

“HAHA! You’ve awakened the bear now, Americunt!” Screamed McGillivray from the Team GB bench.

“You are NASTY! Just plain NASTY” Said Serafina backing away from her, covering her nose from the indescribable shit smell. “(Huuuuaaaghh!) (Haaaack!)”

Thornton walked closer to her and repeatedly beat her chest. “I came to play bruv! You lot ain’t stomping all over GB like you did Mexico! HNNNNNGGG!”

PLLLAAAAAAARRRRPPPPTBLBLBLblblblblblb

“Fuuuuuccck yesss! Feel 20 pounds lighter after ripping that one!” Said Thornton, fanning her ass towards Serafina.

“(Sniiiiff) oh hell no! Guess I gotta fight shit with shit!” Said Serafina, pointing her ass towards Thornton.

SSSSSHHHHPLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT

“(Sniiiif) Psssshh! Are you mad?” Said Thornton rolling her eyes “You think you can cut stinkier farts than man right here? Puuh-leease!”

PIIIIIIEEEEERRRRRRRUMMMMMMPPPPTT!

BRRRRIIIIIIIIIIMMMMPPPTT!

“DON’T LET HER OUT FART YOU, WIND!!!” Shouted Coach Todd “C’MON NOW!!”

SHHHHHLLLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPP

“Wheeew! I’m on a roll! Better keep up, bitch!” Said Thornton cheekily.

“Ooooh I GOT something for you!” Replied Serafina.

RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFPFPFFPFPFPF!!!

“NOW THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN ABOUT GIRL!! LET IT RIP!!” Yelled Coach Todd.

“Damn! I think I might’ve exhausted all my gas!” Serafina mumbled to herself, as she tried to push out more farts.

“Twenty seconds! Twenty seconds left in the second round!” Announced the judge.

“Twenty seconds?! Welp, here goes nothing. I’m dropping the fuckin’ bomb!” Said Thornton.

SHHHHLLLAAAAPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPSHSLSHLSHLSHSLSHLSHLshlshlshl

Thornton ripped yet another watery fart, this one sounding significantly more dangerous than her last ones, as well as leaving a bit more “juices”.

“BLOODY HELL!!! THORNTON?! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU OUT HERE PASSING RISKY SOUNDING GAS?! YOU’RE GONNA SHART AND COST US POINTS YOU DIMWIT!!!” Roared the Team GB coach from the sideline.

“NAAAAHH COACH! I GOTTA SHOW THIS YANK WASSUP INNIT!! SHE WAS TALKIN MAD SHIT TO MAN BEFORE THE MATCH BRUV!!” Yelled Thornton back, as she strained to push out another fart.

SHHHHLLLLLAAARPPLPLPLPLPLPLSSSSH

“GOD DAMMIT THORNTON!!! BE SMARTER WITH YOUR WIND BREAKING!!!” THINK WITH YOUR FUCKING NOGGIN FOR ONCE, NOT YOUR BUM!!! CHRIST ALMIGHTY!! YOU’RE GONNA COST US THE ROUND!” He roared again.

“I GOT THIS COACH, I SWEAR! I WON’T SHART!! I PROMISE!! HHHNNNNNNPPPHHH!”

FRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTTSSSHHHHHHUUUUPPPLLLTTTSSSSsfsflipflipssssss

Thornton, after cutting such a large fart suddenly felt a wet, mushy sensation in between her asscheeks. “Uhhhh… oopsies!”

“That sounded wet honey… you might wanna check those panties…” Said Serafina, holding her nose from the extremely pungent shit smell.

“Did she just shart? Did she just fucking shart?!! God dammit!” Said the coach of Team GB, throwing his cap down onto the floor. “She’s an idiot I tell you! AN IDIOT!!”

“Waiyda cost us the damn round you fucking bampot! Me mam can rip drier farts than that and she’s had her gallbladder removed! Vapid fuckin chav!” Screamed McGillivray from the sidelines.

“Oh why don’t you shut the hell up Gilly!” Yelled Thornton to McGillivray. “I didn’t bloody shart!”

“TIME! Ladies, stop the ass ripping and let me see those undergarments!” The judge walked over and checked Serafina’s panties. “Hmmmm…” he said to himself as he inspected them “…seems to be very mild fecal matter scattered across the ass part, might have to dock a couple points…”

“Mild fecal matter for Team USA!” Announced the judge.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, he’s walkin’ my way… please don’t have shat yourself again Shelly! Pleeeeaaase!” Said Thornton, crossing her fingers.

As the judge checked her panties, he saw a hefty amount of liquid shit splattered across the back of Thornton’s thong as well as the inside of her shorts. “Jesus Christ! Major fecal matter for Team GB!”

“Final score of the round: Team USA 7, Team GB 5!”

“WHAAAAAAT??!” Yelled a fan of Team GB “HOW PREPOSTEROUS!!!”

“MATCH IS FUCKIN RIGGED BRUV!!!” Shouted another fan.

Thornton began to blush excessively. “I… umm.. may have sharted! My bad guys! Hehehehe…” She giggled nervously, as her coach shot her a death stare.

“THORNTOOOOOON!!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, balling up his fists.

“Oh you STUPID CUNT!!” Screamed McGillivray.

—

“Waiyda hold onto that lead Wind, only one more round and we got this thing in the bag!” Said Coach Todd, patting her on the back as she sat back down on the bench. “And it looks like those Brit’s are rightfully bursa escort bayan getting on that player’s ass for totally throwing the round!” Said Coach, pointing to the GB bench where Thornton was thoroughly being chewed out by her coach.

“Coach, I’m outta gas… I don’t think I can go back in the next round!” Said Serafina.

“That’s alright, we got a whole team for a reason, don’t we?” Responded Coach Todd, as she scanned the bench, deciding who to put in next. “Let’s see… ummm… Thunderhawk! Get yer ass in there and close out this match! Bring us home girl!”

“Yaaaayy! Will do coach!” She said, as she bolted up out of her seat onto the fart floor.

“Hey, be smart though! Don’t be like that assclown on Team GB who was letting off all those watery farts!” Exclaimed Coach.

“Uggghh… c’mon Juliana, put me in! You already know Thunder’s just gonna trust some dangerous-feeling fart and shit her pants like she always does like every damn year for Christ’s sake!” Complained Giordano on the bench.

“Hey! Have some damn faith in your teammate Giordano!” Said Coach Todd. “And did you just call me by my first name, missy?”

“What? Juliana’s your name ain’t it?”

“Call me Coach! It’s a thing called respect. Ever heard of it?”

“No, actually. I mean, I was raised by wolves y’know!”

“Wolves? Don’t you mean parents?”

“Oh, you mean Lucy and Donnie? Yeah, same fuckin thing…”

“Jesus, mommy AND daddy issues… vicious combination.” Coach Todd mumbled to herself, while walking away.

“Team GB! Please send out your farter!” Announced the judge.

“Alright bruv, alright bruv I’m comin’!” Said the player, as she slowly drug her feet to the square.

—

Farter profile: Veena Yadav 🇬🇧

Age: 22

Race/Ethnicity: Asian (British Indian 🇬🇧🇮🇳) (Punjabi 🇮🇳)

Physical Appearance: 5’3, 170 lbs, carmel brown skin, thick black hair, thick/chubby figure, thick thighs, big butt, flabby stomach, G cup breasts

Hometown: London, England, United Kingdom

Fart Speciality: Smell, frequency

Nickname: Devil’s Dung

—

“Wagwan, weird girl,” said Yadav, outstretching her hand towards Thunderhawk for a handshake. “Names Veena but the mates call me Devil’s Dung, y’know, cuz of my stinky farts!”

“Ummm, I’m Rosie, and, my, uhhh… ‘mates’ call me Thunder, for my extremely loud, bubbly, and stinky farts. Uhhh… ‘wag-wan’ to you too, I guess?” Said Thunderhawk, shaking her hand.

“Yo, what’s with the big ass feather in your hair bruv?” Asked Yadav.

“Oh it’s actually a part of my cultural heritage! I’m a Indigenous American, Lakota Tribe to be exact. You see, in-“

A confused look grew on Yadav’s face. “Umm… Indigenous?”

“Yeah like, American Indian, Y’know?”

“Wait you’re Indian? No way bruv I’m Indian too!”

“Wait, no! Not Indian like that but-“

“Never would’ve guessed you were Indian. Maybe Mexican or some weird version of White but Indian? Bro we’re like, family ‘n shit now…” Said Yadav, reaching out to dap her up.

“Oh! Um, I guess we can shake hands again, if that’s what you want, of course.” Said Thunderhawk, awkwardly grasping her hand back.

“So tell me.” Said Yadav. “How’d your fam get to America? Why didn’t you lot come to London like the rest of us?”

“Well….”

“Alright ladies, cut the chit chat and get into position! We got a conference finals to finish! C’mon, chop chop! Asses in my face, now!” Said the Judge.

“On your marks…”

“Get set…”

“FART!”

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Yadav came out the gates with a messy, bubbly, low fart. The fart instantly spread across the whole fart floor, hitting Thunderhawk in the face.

“Wheeew, sorry about that back there! Had a ton of Tikki masala before the match!” Said Yadav, patting her stomach.

“(Sniiiiiiiiff) (cough!) a-all good!” Coughed the judge, giving her a thumbs up.

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“Oooh… that one might’ve came with company…” said Yadav, as she patted her stomach witch a nervous expression.

“Psssh! She calls those weak little air biscuits “farts”? What is this, regionals? Please! This is the freaking IWFC!” Thought Thunderhawk.

SSSSHHHHFFFFFAAAABBBBLLLTLTLTLTSSSS!

“GOOD FART THUNDER!!! KEEP BRINGING THE STORM!!” Yelled Coach Todd.

FFFFFFFRRRRBBBBLLLLAAAAATTTT!

“YOU HEAR THAT GREAT BRITAIN?! THAT’S HOW YOU RIP SOME ASS!! NOW C’MON!!” Said Coach, clapping her hands.

“Uggggh they’re gaining momentum… Don’t let them gain momentum, Yadav! Come on!! Use that fat bum of yours!! Push out some more!” Exclaimed the GB Coach.

“HHMMMMPPPPHHH!” Strained Yadav, trying to push out a loud fart.

BBBRRRAAAAAAPPPT!

“MMMMMPPPHHH!”

PRRrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRIIIIIPPP!

“MMMMPPPPHH! DON’T FAIL ME NOW, BUM!!” Said Yadav.

RRRRRrrrRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrIIIIIIIIBBBBLLT!

“Whew, that one took a bit more force than the others! Didn’t wanna come out!” She said, patting her stomach again.

GGGGGWWWWAAAAAUUUULLLPP!

“Oh escort bayan god, I’m falling behind! I gotta rip ass, quick!” Thunderhawk thought to herself “mmmph! I need you to fart, ass!”

rrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRIIIIIIBBBLLLLLLTTTTSSSsssssssflflflf!

“No! She farted again!” Thought Thunderhawk.

“Better keep up bruv or I might steal this match!” Said Yadav.

Thunderhawk viciously strained her stomach, pushing all she could to release any sort of gas.

“GRRRRRR! Fart! Fart!” She loudly whispered to herself.

(gurgle)

She felt her stomach bubble a little. “Hehe… now we’re talking!”

(guuuuuurrrrgggle)

“Nnnggggg! Just… gotta… keep… pushing!!”

(Guuuuuurrrrgggggllllleeee)

“Alright… now I gotta let it fly!!”

SSSHHHHHHHHHHFFFLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAABBBBBLLLLLAAAABLLLBBBLBBBLBLBLBAAAAAATTTFFFSSSssssflflflfipplplplp!

Out of her ass erupted an absolute bomb of a fart, overpowering the faint smell of Tikki Masala that had been lingering from Yadav’s farts with a strong, vegetabe-ley smell.

“OOOOOHHH YEEEEAAAH!” She exclaimed. “STORM IS HERE!”

“(Haaaaaaccckk!) oh that is fuckin bad, bro!” Said Yadav, backing away from her, holding her nose. “That’s worse than me after eating 5 bowls of my mum’s curry!”

Thunderhawk pushed some more, but no farts came out.

“Darn it!” She thought in her mind. “I think I might be out!”

“Cooooaachh!” She shouted. “I’m empty!”

“Got it!” Said coach, giving her a thumbs up.

Coach Todd looked back at the bench, and noticed Serafina at the edge of her seat, anxiously tapping her feet. As Serafina was tapping her feet, in the corner of her eye, she noticed Coach Todd staring right at her.

“Wind!” Said Coach Todd

Serafina directed her attention towards her, her eyes wide and practically popping out of their sockets with pure anticipation. Coach Todd said nothing to her, but nodded her head down twice.

Serafina nodded back, and bolted into the game. “Thunder, get your ass out! Mama’s comin in and she’s gaaaassssy!” Said Serafina jogging.

Thunderhawk nodded and jogged back to the bench.

FRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBLBLBLBLAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTTT!

Serafina immediately ripped a monstrous fart right in Yadav’s direction, the vegetable smell being even more powerful than Thunderhawk’s.

“(Cough, cough) ohhhh naahhh, that stench is foul! I can’t take this shit anymore!” Said Yadav, running back to her team bench.

“YADAV?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET BACK IN THERE AND FART!!” Roared her coach.

“I’m sorry but I’m not smelling any more farts from the Americans bruv! I just can’t do it!”

“YADAAAAAAV!!”

“I’m not! I’m not gonna do it man!”

“Psshh! Coward!” Said McGillivray.

“Fuckin… useless fuck!” Said her coach under his breath. “Let’s see here… who do I substitute…”

The coach’s eyes darted towards his Team Captain, May McGillivray, who had won them the first round. She gave him an evil smile, raising her eyebrows over and over. “McGillivray! Get your arse in there and finish this match!”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice!” She said, as she ran out onto the fart square.

“Ah shit they’re putting in that Scottish bitch again! ‘Fina might be cooked!” Said Jimenez on the bench.

“Shit! This might go down to the wire!” Said Coach Todd.

“Well… it’s been a good run guys… whaddya say, drinks after?” Said Giordano, smirking.

“Alright Americunt, you’ve had a braw run but your luck ends here!” Said McGillivray walking towards Serafina.

“Luck?” Replied Serafina. “You mean whoopin’ team’s asses? If that’s luck then I guess I’m pretty fuckin’ lucky!”

“Haha. You’ve got jokes, eh? Well your team’s lookin a bit nervous! They’ve got noooo faith in your ass!” Said McGillivray, pointing to the Team USA bench. Each girl on the bench was sitting on the edge of the seat, very visibly anxious. “Why don’t you sit down and let me beat you, alright? I’ll make it quick and painless! NNNNGGGG!”

RRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPTT!

“(Sniiiiff) ohhhh yeah, smell those flowers! (Sniiiiiiifff) get some of that scent!” Said McGillivray, sniffing her own meaty fart and wafting it towards Serafina.

“(Sniiiif) that’s got some kick to it… beans, I presume?” Questioned Serafina.

“Aye! And some black pudding!” Said McGillivray “you like it, you dirty bitch don’tcha?”

A smile grew on Serafina’s face. “What about asparagus?”

“Asparagus? I hate asparagus! Why the hell would I-“

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPLPLPLPLPLPLPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAMMMMPPPPPPMMMMMMTTTT!

Before McGillivray could finish her sentence, she was cut off by another one of Serafina’s monstrous farts.

“(Snniiiiiff) AWWWWW JESUS!! AWWWW WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT UNHOLY FUCKIN SMELL?!!” Wailed McGillivray, falling to her knees after smelling the fart.

“C’mon lady, get up now! No floor farting! Both contestants must be standing on their feet!” Said the judge, helping her up.

“Get yer hands off me, fart sniffer!” Said McGillivray, yanking her body from his grip “So it’s war you want, huh, Americunt? Well then you’ve got yerself a fuckin’ WAAAAARRR!”

FRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEMMMMMPPPPFFFFFTTT!

“Smell that! It came from the tenth circle of hell called me ARSE!!” Said McGillivray, her ass facing in Serafina’s direction.

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My release day was today! Natalie brought me to this cafe to celebrate it. Not that I really wanted the celebration, all I really needed was a release for a scheduled orgasm. But I also knew her ingenuity in humiliating me, and I looked into what she would come up with this time.

You see, Natalie is my keyholder. She keeps the keys of my chastity cage, the metal device, which is inescapably fixed over my penis. It cannot be put off without the key, so while it is on, I can not have sex, can not masturbate, hell, I can’t even get a full erection!

Three years ago, when I just turned twenty, I met Natalie, she was only eighteen, and she had a rare beauty (and, of course, still has). She was smart, too. Smart enough to switch our relationship to this one, when she can have all the sex she needs with any men, and I am kept in strict chastity, with scheduled releases every two months, when she opens my chastity cage and lets me have an orgasm.

We sat at the table. I started admiring the view of her, sitting before me and smiling with her beautiful but still mean smile. I couldn’t keep my eyes from the little key, hanging from her neck.

We ordered pizza and some drinks. We chatted, and I saw that Natalie was in a good mood. As for me, I was trying to guess what was on her mind. Will my release be postponed? Where will we go next? It’s impossible that I will have to cum in a public place like this! That’s what I thought to myself.

Suddenly, görükle escort she started to put off the necklace with the key to my chastity cage. After that she handed it to me with a mean smile.

“Okay, honey”, she said. “Let’s give you your desired release. You can now go to the restroom, get yourself in the toilet cubicle and then you can unlock yourself and have an orgasm.”

I looked at her, shocked with what she said.

“But,” she continued. “There are two conditions. First one – you must cum in this plastic glass and put it here on the table so I can see it. The second one – you have only five minutes… starting now!”

There was no time to overthink it! I jumped up from my chair and hurried to the public toilet.

Thank god one cubicle was empty. I rushed inside and closed the door behind. Then I put an empty plastic glass on the drain tank above the toilet seat and started to unlock my chastity cage.

All these two months I fantasized about Natalie slowly opening the lock, then taking the device off from my penis and then gently stroking my penis until I cum. Sometimes I fantasized about having sex with her when I am unlocked, but I knew that these were only dreams. For many years even the sight of her naked body was forbidden for me, not to mention making love with her.

But now I had to do it all by myself, and I had so little time!

After I took off the steel tube, I didn’t even bursa merkez escort bother taking off the metal ring, which was located behind my balls, keeping the device on my body.

I started to jerk off my member, which was already semi-erect. I cummed almost instantly, and all my semen, which was building for two months, began spurting from my dick. Miraculously, I was able to set up a glass so as not to waste any drop. There was so much sperm that it filled almost half of the glass! With my legs shaking after the strong orgasm, I realized that now I have to put the steel tube in place. And that was a problem, because even after I orgasmed, the erection still lasted.

I put a steel tube on the tip of the penis and started to push the still half-erect member back to the place where the tube could cover it completely. It was quite a painful experience! I didn’t have much time, so I had to make an effort to do this. After I painfully pinched the glans of my penis twice, I finally managed to put the little tube back in its place and I locked my chastity cage.

Then I hurried back to Natalie.

I sat there, the key was back on her neck, and the glass that was half full with my sperm, stood in the middle of the table. Oh, god, I just hope no one is looking at our table right now!

“Very good, my dear. You were really quick with that task, but not enough! It took you almost six bursa sınırsız escort minutes to bring me back that glass!”

I froze, waiting, what my punishment would be. She was very resourceful in all things that were meant to humiliate me.

“And as your punishment, you must drink all your cum! Right now, right from this glass!”

I was shocked! I have never tasted cum in my life! And now I have to drink half a glass! I think I could never put some guy’s sperm in my mouth. But, well… At least it is not someone else’s sperm, so it wasn’t gay, I suppose…

I sipped a bit. The taste was salty, and I could taste some bitterness. The taste was not awful but definitely not a pleasant one. But slowly, I drank the rest of it. The feeling of my own cum going to my stomach was a strange one. But I can’t say that it was disgusting.

“Good boy!”, said Natalie cheerfully. “You know what, I’m feeling aroused from the thought that all your cum you’ve been accumulating for months, went back into your own body! So, from now on, every time I let you have an orgasm, you will have to drink all your cummies!”

While I was sitting in a shock and thinking this over, Natalie leaned over the table and kissed me in my lips. I couldn’t believe it! That’s the first time my sperm touched her lips! Even if it was a small residue of it on my lips. I felt strangely flattered by that fact.

“Now I should go, I need to get ready for a date with my… you know… real boyfriend! The sight of you drinking your own cum got me really wet! I really need a good fuck now! And as for you – see you in two months!”

And she left, leaving me with a heavy feeling in my stomach from all the cum I swallowed, but at the same time with a feeling of happiness that I made my beautiful keyholder happy!

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My name is Becca. I have worked as a whore all of my adult life. I am a genetic woman, my sister, Julie, is a beautiful sissy. She has also been a whore her entire adult life. No one meeting her would ever suspect what is really between her legs.

The other women in this story will be our mother, Linda, our Aunt Patti (or just Mistress), she is the Domme of the family. Also included will be our grandmother, Jane and our great aunt, Patricia (Aunt Patti was named in her honor).

This series is going to be about how the women in my family have been whores from one generation to the next. Understand that everyone is over 18 and willingly submitted to what happened.

Here is how the last chapter ended:

Cindy had just finished demonstrating her cock sucking skills in the hallway of the brothel. As she did so, there were about a dozen or so people watching, all of them playing with themselves.

Cindy leaned over and kissed the tip of the Master’s small cock and looked up and said, “Thank you Master, that was wonderful!”

The people watching started to clap for the amazing performance Cindy just provided. That seemed to break the spell, and Master Jim and Cindy started to blush.

Mistress looked to Arlene. “Let Cindy have a drink and rest up a bit and she will pleasure you in a bit.”

Mistress took Cindy to the bar and order a soda for all of us. Cindy, Linda and I sat at the bar, bare assed naked, as we drank our soda. All of us were on our periods, but none of us cared who saw that we were.

Mistress was naked as well, she never put her nightgown back on after she spanked my sister and I. Mistress sat there, as if sitting naked in front of a roomful of well dressed people, was the most normal thing in the world.

Mistress explained, “None of my whores are allowed to drink liquor when they are working. If they need to drink to do their job, I don’t want them working for me. They can go work in the cheaper brothels. My girls are too classy for that.”

Mistress looked at Linda and I, “Now do you understand how a real prossie sucks cock?”

We both nodded and I asked, “Is that how you always suck cock?”

Cindy answered, “Oh no! There are dozens of ways to get a man off orally. I mean the final act is always with his cock in your mouth, but there are many different things to do, before you get to that point.”

“Most men have never had their assholes licked, so when I do that, they really love it. As you saw, it can get messy, but I love that nasty kind of play.”

Linda said, “You wiped his shit on your tits and licked it. Wasn’t that nasty?”

Cindy said, “It was, but did you notice, I told it was delicious. By doing that I fed his ego. That is really what it is all about girls. Any woman can suck a cock, but what we do is make sure that they leave the brothel thinking they are the best that a woman has ever had.”

“Truthfully, by making sure the client enjoys what is happening, you enjoy it as well. Don’t get me wrong, like any other job, there are good days and bad days. I have found with the proper attitude, most of the days are good.”

Cindy said, “I am going to do oral on Ms. Arlene now, Pleasing a woman is much different than pleasing a man.”

We followed Cindy to see how that would be done.

And now:

Mistress told Cindy, “I think it is best that you use your bedroom to please Arlene. She is an older woman with a few extra pounds on her. Playing in front of strangers might embarrass her. We will watch on the monitor from my bedroom.”

Mistress said, “Before you go dear, slip into your diaper. Let Arlene decide if she wants to see escort bursa you on your period or not.”

I watched as Cindy curtsied obediently and slipped on a fresh diaper. She checked her thighs and wiped off any blood and then walked out to find Ms. Arlene. Cindy was just about bare assed naked and could not care less who saw her like that. I was beginning to understand what Mistress was saying about whores having no shame.

When Cindy found Ms. Arlene she took her hand and smiled, “I believe it is your turn, Ms. Arlene. Arlene smiled and kissed Cindy and allowed Cindy to lead her into her bedroom. I noticed Ms. Arlene was a step behind Cindy, admiring her body Arlene nodded, “Yes slave.” as she walked.

Once in the room, Arlene said, “Thank you for the privacy dear. I do not mind getting naked in front of another woman, but as you can see I am older than you, and I no longer have a young woman’s body.”

Cindy smiled and dropped into a submissive tone, “Respectfully Mistress, you are wrong. You are a vibrant woman with a figure most women would kill for.”

As we watched, Mistress Patricia explained, “Cindy knew right away that Arlene was nervous, By calling Arlene ‘Mistress,’ that gave Arlene a sense of power that put Arlene at ease.”

Then Mistress Patricia looked at me and said, “Patti, this is especially important for you. Like you, Cindy is a Domme, but when she knows a client needs a submissive, she assumes the persona of a slave. Right now, Arlene needs a slave.”

Back in the room, Cindy asked, “May I undress you please Mistress?”

Arlene nodded, “Yes slave.”

Cindy unbuttoned Arlene’s blouse and slid it from her shoulders. Then she reached behind and undid her bra. As she did, she kissed Arlene’s lips. “Thank you for letting me tend to you tonight Mistress.”

With her bra off, it was obvious that although Arlene had big tits, they sagged now. Seeing that Arlene started to feel distressed, Cindy took her tits in her hand and smiled, “Sagging tits only come with age Mistress. I love that look on you. It shows an elegance associated with graceful aging.”

Mistress Patricia said to us, “See that girls. Just like she did with Jim’s small cock, Cindy is making Arlene feel better about her sagging tits, turning something perceived as being negative, into a positive. Always remember girls, a good whore makes her clients feel special.”

I added, “Truthfully, I like the look of a woman’s sagging tits as they get older. I mean both you and mom have tits that sag, yet just like Arlene, you look elegant.”

Mistress smiled, “Thank you for that dear.” Then Mistress Patricia playfully tweaked my nipples, “Pay attention and watch the monitor Patti.”

Cindy got on her knees and reached up to undo Arlene’s tight jeans. As she slid them down, it was obvious that Arlene was excited. Cindy leaned in and saw how wet Arlene’s knickers were and moved her nose to her wet panties and inhaled deeply. “Oh Mistress, you smell wonderful.”

Then Cindy slid Arlene’s soaked knickers off completely and wiped Arlene’s pussy juices all over her face.

Arlene giggled, “You are such a slut Cindy.”

Then Cindy noticed Arlene blushing as asked, “What is wrong Mistress?”

Arlene said softly, “There are nasty ‘skid marks’ on my knickers. I could feel them wedging between my bum all day, but did not realize how dirty my asshole was.”

Cindy touched Arlene’s ass, “Oh Mistress, I love that your bum is dirty. I can’t wait to lick it clean.”

As I watched from Mistress Patricia’s bedroom, I could not help rubbing my wet pussy. As I did, I noticed bursa escort bayan that both Mistress Patricia, and my sister Linda, were doing the same thing.

Arlene’s pussy was a mix of untrimmed red and gray hair.

Cindy looked at Arlene and asked, “Should I take my diaper off, or keep it on Mistress?”

Arlene never hesitated, “Take it off dear. I have seen women on their period before. It excites me.”

Once Cindy had her diaper off, she did something that shocked Arlene. Cindy took her bloody diaper and wiped it along Arlene’s tits and then leaned in to lick her tits clean.

That caught Arlene by surprise, but soon she was moaning. Arlene stroked Cindy’s hair and said, “I was hoping we could do nasty things together dear.”

Cindy smiled, “I know you have secret kinks Mistress. We are going to explore them all tonight.”

Arlene reached for Cindy’s cunt and ran her fingers along her labia and then wiped the blood on her own tits and leaned over to lick her tits clean.

Cindy giggled, “That is nasty Mistress. I love it”

Cindy laid down on the floor, “Put your cunt on to my face please Mistress.”

With Arlene’s cunt inches from her face, Cindy reached out and ran her tongue along Arlene’s swollen labia, Cindy took her time and soaked her cunt lips before pushing her tongue into her cunt. As she did, Arlene lowered her hips pressing her cunt into Cindy’s face.

Cindy reached around and started to finger Arlene’s asshole as she did oral on her cunt. Soon Arlene shuddered as she had her first orgasm.

Arlene remained on top Cindy as she caught her breath. Then she leaned over and buried her face on Cindy’s bloody cunt.

Cindy knew Arlene’s cunt was too sensitive right now for more oral, so she moved her head to her ass and started to run the tip of her tongue between Arlene’s ass cheeks.

After a few moments, Cindy bucked her hips as she came hard, squirting all over Arlene’s face.

Arlene rolled off of Cindy and moved so they were face to face. Cindy giggled, “You look so nasty covered in my period blood Mistress, sexy, but nasty.”

Cindy handed Arlene the mirror so Arlene could see that her face and hair were covered in blood and cum juices.

Arlene giggled, “You must think I am such a dirty slut.”

Cindy giggled, “Of course I do Mistress, and I love it!”

They laid together, side by side, to rest for a bit.

As we watched the monitor from Mistress Patricia’s bedroom, I said, “I am glad Arlene enjoyed herself. She seemed to really need that tonight.”

Mistress Patricia smiled, “Cindy is not done yet girl. Watch.”

After a bit, Cindy rolled over and faced Arlene and licked her face clean. “Mistress, I am glad you enjoyed that, but is that all you wanted tonight?”

Arlene looked at Cindy and smiled, “How are you able to know what I am thinking girl?”

Cindy smiled, “I am a whore Mistress. It is our job to understand the needs of the people we are with.”

It was obvious that Arlene wanted more, but seemed to be embarrassed to say what she really wanted.

Cindy wanted to put her at ease. “Mistress I have been a whore all of my adult life. I have seen and done things that most people could never imagine. Nothing would shock me Mistress. Go ahead, ask.”

Arlene said, “I know that people watch the monitors as people fuck in here. I know that Mistress Patricia and the girls are watching us now.”

To make her point, Arlene raised her arm and waved to us.

“I have watched as women do really nasty things and it excites me. I think I want to try görükle escort some of those nasty things now Cindy.”

Cindy waited and then asked, “What do you want to do Mistress?”

We could see Arlene trying to summon her nerves and finally whispered, “I have seen women shitting on each other. I want to try that.”

Cindy smiled, “Lovely Mistress, I am happy to do that with you, but now comes the real question. Do you want to be the one being shit on, or the one doing the shitting?”

Arlene blushed deeply, “Can you shit on me please Cindy? I know that must be disgusting for you, but I really want to try.”

Cindy explained, “I would be honored to do so, but I should explain. Scat play is a deeply personal form of sexual pleasure. It is often very emotional the first time it is done. What you have told me, tells me something else that you may not understand. You are a submissive dear.”

“Submissives prefer being shit on and dominants are the ones that do the shitting. Are you okay submitting to me Arlene?”

Arlene nodded her head, Cindy said, “Good slave, from this point on you will do whatever you are told to do. No questions! Agreed?”

Back in the bedroom, Mistress Patricia explained, “See girls? A good prossie has to be able to switch on a dime. Cindy just changed from being the slave, to being the Mistress. That is what Arlene needed. This is all very difficult for Arlene. Cindy has been patient with her.”

Cindy said, “Get on your hands and knees girl and crawl into the bathroom.” As Arlene obeyed, Cindy slapped her ass.

Once in the bathroom, Arlene laid on her back and waited. Arlene was both excited and terrified. As she laid there with her legs spread wide, she started to piss herself. Arlene started to cry, “I am so sorry. I am pissing myself like a little girl that couldn’t hold it in. I’m just a disgusting old lady.”

Sensing what Arlene needed, Cindy grabbed Arlene by the hair and pushed Arlene’s face into her bloody cunt. Cindy rubbed her cunt all over Arlene’s face. Then she said, “Now we both know what a pig you are girl, and I will treat you like a pig!”

Cindy straddled Arlene’s body and squatted down with her ass inches from Arlene’s belly. Cindy looked into Arlene’s eyes and said, “Last chance bitch, once I start, there is no turning back!”

Arlene begged, “Please Mistress Cindy, I need this so much. Shit on me like the dirty whore I really am!”

We watched as Cindy started to bear down. Her asshole started to open and soon shit dripped from her asshole on to Arlene’s belly. Then Cindy duck walked a bit till her ass was over Arlene’s tits. “Ready for more?”

Cindy grunted and farted and finally shit on Arlene’s tits. Once she was done, Cindy lowered her ass on to Arlene’s tits and started to grind her ass, smearing shit all over Arlene’s tits and belly.

Then she got off Arlene and put her filthy ass into Arlene’s face.

Without being told to, Arlene stuck out her tongue and started to lick Cindy’s dirty ass.

Once she was done, Cindy stood up and squatted over Arlene and started to piss. The stream was directed at Arlene’s belly, face and tits.

Once she was done, she lowered her bloody cunt on to Arlene’s face and had her lick the piss from her cunt.

“Go ahead Piggy, smear that nasty mess all over your body.”

We could see Arlene’s eyes were glazed as she obeyed and soon her body was covered in filth.

Cindy said, “Play with yourself Piggy. Rub my shit and piss into your old nasty cunt.”

As Arlene obeyed, she thrust her hips up and came like a bitch in heat.

As she came, all of us in Mistress Patricia’s bedroom came as well.

We watched as Cindy laid her body on Arlene and slide all over her, smearing shit on both their bodies. Both women kissed passionately and finally Cindy slid off Arlene and rested her face on Arlene’s tits. We watched as they closed their eyes and drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

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“We have to find you a nice older guy,” Niamh was telling her best friend.

“I just got rid of a dud boyfriend,” Tina protested.

“All the more reason. We need to find you some great sex.”

“What about you?” Tina wanted to know. “Don’t you want a proper boyfriend?”

“Maybe I’ll find the right guy. I’m having fun right now. And I don’t want some old guy for a boyfriend.”

Tina knew that Niamh was right — again. She could not stop thinking about Daddy but that was all about sex. She’d thought she was horny before him but now sex seemed to be on her mind in every spare moment. All the same, the young post-grad student knew there was no romantic future with Mr Stevens.

“Do you ever spend the night with one of your daddies?” she wanted to know.

“Sometimes Rob booked a hotel and I’d stay after he went home. But after the sex I usually prefer my own bed.”

“I’m glad you’re having fun with Alistair. You don’t miss Rob?”

“Alistair is amazing,” Niamh insisted. “Sex with him is so different.”

“Being tied up?”

“Yeah. And he likes to use toys. Sometimes I just want dick but then he gets me off so hard.”

“Hmmm… kinky,” Tina giggled.

“Sometimes a good vibrator does the job,” said Niamh with a knowing look.

“Sure does,” Tina murmured, trying not to reveal her secret.

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

Living with her parents had not been much inconvenience when she had a boyfriend. It was true Tina would have appreciated the opportunity for proper sex more often — taking time to fuck and then cuddle in bed afterwards. Sneaking around had been frustrating. But she had come to the conclusion that sex with either boyfriend would not have improved in a different setting. Now it felt like just the time to spend the night in a man’s bed and to have her Daddy pleasure her for hours at night. And again the next morning. She felt no guilt about lying to her parents — nights away were supposedly going out late with friends from work.

Stevens had known exactly what he had in mind when he’d asked the question. He liked the idea of having young, sexy Tina naked in his house at night and still there the next morning. And since she was seemingly so open to him trying all his nasty desires it just made sense to have her there longer. Greg had no intention of letting Tina fall in love. But they both seemed in tune when it came to having fantastic sex — the best he’d ever known.

He liked to take her out for dinner. It felt less risky now to share a meal with a pretty, younger woman. There was no chance of pretending Tina was his daughter — her exotic Vietnamese looks and that pixie face gave it away. But she could act maturely and was happy with no touching in the expensive restaurants he always chose. Tina had no reason to question Daddy since he had the experience and she was always thrilled to be given the chance for fine dining that most of her peers never had.

As he’d promised, the fucking that Saturday night was long and slow and intense. Tina sometimes wondered about the neighbours and what they’d think of her orgasmic noises. Not that she had any choice when Daddy was eating her pussy or fucking her from behind. He hardly needed encouragement but Tina could tell that he liked when she was vocal.

“More, Daddy… yes, hard… oh Daddy, fuck meeee…”

There was nothing normal about the sex with Mr Stevens though she was more than content with his repertoire. On top, underneath, on all fours. And his fingers in her hole and mouth on her nipples. Sometimes she thought the best of all was when he lay between her legs with his grey hair and scratchy beard pressing into her thick bush.

Later she was content to snuggle into his larger, soft body. Tina felt the comfort and safety she’d longed for with her boyfriends. Daddy had a big bed but it was better to have his arms around her. And Greg was more than happy to hold the small, young woman.

After the best sleep she could remember, Tina had woken to his gentle touches and kisses on her bare skin. She had never really felt comfortable being naked but Daddy had changed all that with the way he liked to admire and experience her physical assets.

She’d felt his hardness even before he started licking her pussy. That first round bursa escort of orgasms was barely done before he wanted to mount her. And Tina had opened her legs for the older man, watching his soft middle-aged body as she held her knees high to give him total access. His fucking had been masterful and left Tina wanting more.

On the second round, her Daddy had felt the freedom to pump a little harder. To ravage her small, slender body as she heaved and writhed underneath. Tina loved it, too. No longer timid about sex, thrilled by a pleasure she’d long craved, she was happy for all he could give — and more. And she knew that Daddy’s balls would be boiling as he took his pleasure from her tight pussy.

“Do you want to cum, Daddy?”

“Any second,” he grunted.

“Wait… not inside…”

“Wha.. what… ughh…”

Tina was already wriggling out from underneath. Greg thought for a moment that he’d done something wrong. Or hurt her with his ramming cock. But Tina was getting out of the bed, sinking to her knees as she gave him a wild grin.

“You don’t have to,” he told her.

“I want it, Daddy,” she smiled up at him.

“Ohhh, girl,” he moaned as the young woman stroked the gray hair on his soft sack.

“You have a big load, Daddy.”

He only moaned more as Tina surrounded his shaft with her soft lips and took him deep. Greg might not have recalled a time when a woman was so keen to swallow his load — if he’d been able to think. He tried to keep his eyes open, wanting to gaze down on the pretty young woman sucking his cock. But Tina had timed everything to perfection. The delightful mushroom head was only just buried in her mouth before she felt the telltale twitching. Daddy cried out in a muffled frenzy. The young woman was a slut for his cock and there was no way to stop his balls emptying into her mouth. He only knew that she was eager to extract all his semen, moaning as the powerful jets of semen flowed over her tongue. Tina was enthralled – and very satisfied with the power she held in such moments.

“Did you really like that?” he gasped.

“Uh huh,” she grinned.

Tina kept secret the joy of tasting her own pussy on his cock, her copious juices slathered on his meat after his vigorous screwing. Nor did she tell Daddy that she’d left the last drops of semen sitting on her tongue.

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

Tina somehow felt more grown-up by sleeping the night with Mr Stevens — Daddy. Her friend had rarely experienced that even though she’d had a string of old men. Tina knew that was how couples arranged things. When they were living away from their parents, with real freedom. Not that she thought herself part of a couple. There would be no romantic attachment to her older guy. But she could enjoy the freedom he gave her, the chance to experience so much that was new and exciting.

Stevens likewise had no intention of anything serious with a woman so young. His career was at a crossroads and he could not afford the distraction — or the judgements from getting emotionally entangled with a post-grad student. He would have understood, however, Tina’s thrill at so many new experiences. While he’d taken some risks with her, Greg still had more desires to try out for real and he had to hope that his eager young lover would remain just as willing. And he’d made his plans for the next night Tina slept over.

Each of them were more confident now. Tina had let Daddy know she was not wearing any underwear as they left for the restaurant. She’d always been able to get away without a bra in any case but it was deliciously naughty to see the look on his face and to know he was spying on her thick, dark nipples all through their meal. And she realised that Daddy was pouring more of the expensive wine for her, guessing that he was craving a close look at her gushing golden fountain.

Tina no longer thought it weird or disgusting that Daddy was so interested in her peeing. Back at his extra large apartment she happily stripped naked for him. It still felt so much better to be admired by a dirty old man than to be ogled by a crass boy. She enjoyed the way he followed her to the ensuite, readying herself for the usual performance. It had only gotten easier to open her legs as bursa otele gelen escort she peed for him. She was surprised, though, that he went to his knees before she was seated.

“I haven’t done it yet,” she giggled.

“No, girl. I want it like this,” he mumbled as he reached for her soft, small bottom and pulled her closer.

“Daddy, I’ll make a mess.”

“Please, girl. Go ahead, I want this.”

It took Tina a moment to really understand what the powerful business executive was saying. But her bladder was aching and, after all, he’d seen her pee so many times.

“On you? On your clothes?”

“Everything from your pussy is precious.”

Tina spread her feet wider, a little shocked to see Daddy moving lower. Now his face was almost level with her thick, black bush. She could see that he was serious. No complaint from here would change his mind. And Tina always enjoyed pleasing her Daddy.

“Oh, fuck… this is so dirty,” she breathed.

“Its your lovely pussy. Please?…”

Stage fright was no longer a problem for Tina. It was more important to relieve the ache in her bladder. Now she understood why Daddy had encouraged her to drink more wine than usual at dinner.

“I can’t stop it…”

“I want it,” he said, echoing her own words.

Somehow she tilted her hips forward, as if aiming straight at Daddy. It seemed so wicked but the relief began the instant she released her muscles. And the bathroom seemed to be filled with the harsh, hissing sound of her pee flow as it escaped. Tina had not meant to unleash such a powerful fountain. She saw it blast against Daddy’s chest, instantly soaking his shirt. She heard the splashing of her hot pee onto the cold tiles.

“Oh, Daddy…” she groaned with alarm and relief.

Stevens was beside himself — remembering how long he’d nursed this secret need, he tried to lower himself still further. The flow of hot, golden liquid was so amazing. And he loved the way it made his clothes stick to his skin. But he could not stop trying to get her gushing stream onto his face.

“Oh, Daddy,” Tina repeated in amazement.

Stevens could not reply. He was too excited, too focused on catching every drop of the hot, smelly liquid. He didn’t think of humiliation — to him it was more about worship of a woman. He thought of the act as proving himself worthy. And why not young Tina?

“I’m peeing all over you,” she declared.

Her Daddy thought of how apt it was to describe the act as a golden shower. Her strong flow drenched him. And the smell was no bother, not when it came from her delightful young pussy.

Tina was grateful for the easing pressure in her bladder. But she’d never realised the volume of pee that her body could hold — and now it was jetting into the face of a willing man, hot and yellow as it soaked his clothes and spread across the bathroom floor.

Her Daddy had wanted this for so long. He exulted in the feeling of her hot piss covering his face. And he shocked Tina by going still lower, opening his mouth to catch her stream so that he could taste her piss. And swallow her. Tina wondered if she should stem her flow but it was much too late for that. And Daddy seemed so eager and happy to taste her stream of gold on his tongue.

Greg had craved this for far too long. He was beside himself and not at all deterred by the flavour. It was extra pleasing to let the excess flow down his chin and his greying beard. Tina felt how wet she’d become from all that splashing piss. She didn’t mind that too much. She was amazed and fascinated by his strange desire.

When her flow finally fell to a trickle, Daddy wasted no time in clamping his mouth over her wet bush. He was incredibly grateful to Tina for giving him this much-longed for gift. And he did not wish to waste a drop. He’d been right and the hot pee had tasted not too bad — feeling reassured that all that came from that tender young pussy must taste like perfection. But he was intent to drink directly from the source and he used his lips and tongue to catch the last drops. And then began to lap at her wet, and swelling, pussy lips.

“Oh, I can’t believe…” she tried to say but her words turned to fresh moans as his experienced tongue pleasured her.

The older man could clean her well enough with his tongue but her lush pubes would stay wet.

“Its everywhere,” she murmured nervously. “Your clothes … the floor…”

But her Daddy was smiling up at her, just as she’d done, with a triumphant look. Not only had Tina not fled in disgust, she’d managed to empty her bladder for him without hesitation.

“It was perfect, girl,” he grinned.

Greg was excited and proud of what they’d just done. And so grateful to young Tina. Still smiling, he didn’t notice her look of slight horror at the sight — and smell — of her Daddy soaked in her own fresh, warm piss. But Greg had chosen well and the young woman had no intention of fleeing in disgust or fear. It was kinkiest, most perverted thing she’d ever done but Tina could not contain her own satisfaction at giving such pleasure to her Daddy.

They showered together and Daddy made a fuss about drying Tina. She knew it gave him the chance to touch and stroke her but now Tina had learned to enjoy such adoration. He took his time on her flat tummy and paid special attention to her little bottom and her overgrown bush.

Soon after they were fucking and Tina was excited to by Daddy’s suggestion of a new position — reverse cow-girl — where she could hump his rod and massage his balls at the same time.

“Feels so good,” she cried out, trying to ram her body onto his pole.

“Your pussy… fuck…”

The new position was fun, different. Tina guessed Daddy was enjoying the sight of her bum. But he’d gotten her so aroused that she needed more — and with Daddy she could always ask.

“From behind?” she called out. “Fuck me from behind?”

Quickly she was in doggy position, her cunt nicely stretched already and easily accepting his thickness. Daddy was so excited, too, that he lost some of his self-control.

“Hard, Daddy… fuck me hard…”

Tina had always supposed that sex should be soft and slow. But Daddy’s thick cock was so magnificent and his ramming only made her hotter and hungrier. She felt the dull ache each time he slammed deep. And the intensity of his fucking made her crazed. It was even better when Daddy grabbed her shoulders as if wanting more leverage. Greg was barely aware he’d done that but her tiny body was so easy to hold, letting him abuse her tight young pussy. After her wonderful piss show he could not hold back.

“I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum, Daddy. Do it.”

“Wanna eat you.”

“Cum first,” she grunted as he ploughed into her tight young cunt.

“Ohhh… fuck… arrgghhh…”

And Tina came again as she heard and felt Daddy unleash his manly orgasm. It pleased as much as it excited her to experience his climax — to know that she was responsible for his loss of self-control. She craved his orgasmic blasting into her pussy as her own reward. She knew, too, that Daddy would take still more from her as he withdrew before he’d barely finished unloading inside her.

“On my face,” he gasped.

Tina understood instantly. It felt so kinky — even dirty. But this was the best way to please her Daddy. She was still the only woman who’d ever sat on his face. And truly there was nothing bad about having such a dirty old man as a lover. In a flash she moved to mount him

“I’m already dripping,” she warned as she lowered her tiny body onto his waiting face.

Greg loved that thought. And the way her thick, black bush helped to cover his face. The gentle tickling of her coarse hairs on his nose, cheeks and almost in his eyes as sweet Tina let her pussy lips spread over his mouth. The taste of his warm semen, leaking copiously from her, could not have been better. He, too, took pride in this act — the fact he could make her cum still more as he licked and sucked till she was cleaned. He also took the chance to play with those dark chocolate nipples, still hard from her own ecstasy.

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

Later that night, Tina could not contain her curiosity. She was sure that her pee must have been terrible.

“Everything from your pussy tastes good,” he assured her.

“But why did you want to do that?”

“I don’t know… not really.” He paused. “Every woman is an amazing creature. I always wanted… I just like you on a pedestal.”

“But it must have tasted awful.”

“Not really. But I’ve read that its better if you drink lots of water before.” He saw that Tina nodded her understanding. “Lets see if that help next time.”

“Next time?” she giggled and let him hold her a little tighter.

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My wife is super apologetic about getting pregnant by my work rival and having his mixed-race baby. She’s constantly telling me how deeply she regrets it, how it was a moment of weakness… What she doesn’t know is that I have it all on film. I happened to be running an experiment with this video equipment for my work, and I left it running in the bedroom. It’s a fluke that that just happened to be the day my work rival came over and inseminated my wife. And that’s precisely why it hurts so bad. Because I know there’s this whole other side of the story my wife isn’t telling me.

“I don’t know what came over me,” she’ll say, for example, apologizing for the millionth time. “I wish I could go back and make it never happen.”

But the video says otherwise.

The look of sheer passion as she kisses him on our bed. Running her hands all over his body as they make out uncontrollably. She opened his shirt, button by button, kissing his black chest in between every button. When she finally got his shirt off, she started kissing him all over. She was kissing his biceps, she was kissing his abs. And the whole time, she was moaning and mewling like a little slut. Wiggling her sexy ass as he pawed it through her yoga pants.

“What was I thinking?!” my wife will say, whenever we talk about what happened. “He’s not even attractive!”

But the Sony CRM114 SpyCam never lies. I’ve got it all on tape. That delighted gasp as she undid his trousers and saw that huge black cock staring right in her face. She started kissing it and slobbering all over it. Rubbing it all over her cheeks like a filthy pornstar. By this point, he had gotten her own shirt off, and he was playing with her pretty breasts. Every time he would give her nipples a little pinch, my wife would gasp with pleasure and redouble her efforts on his magnificent penis.

Can you imagine your own wife doing things like that? You always thought she was so innocent. Prudish, even. And yet there she is, straining to somehow get one more inch of his big black cock in her mouth. She refuses to even kiss YOUR dick, yet it looks like she’d happily choke herself sucking görükle escort HIM.

When she pulls away, a thread of saliva remains connecting her lips to the tip of his angry phallus. She gazes into his eyes with this look of reverence, of adoration. She throws herself into his arms and their lips lock passionately. She wraps her arms around him like a soul-lover. Look at the contrast of their skin color. He’s so much darker than her OR her husband, and it’s a scandal the way his coal-black hands stand out against the pale skin of her shapely back.

Then he shoves her down and starts tugging off those yoga pants. Fuck he’s such an alpha male, she’s lifting her butt to help him undress her!

“Honey, I swear,” my wife says, consoling me in the bedroom at night. “Sex with him wasn’t even that good, honey!”

But I know she’s only saying it to spare my feelings. Because I’ve watched that tape a thousand times. And every time I watch it, I see how she starts CUMMING the moment his cock touches her labia. Her horny pussy is glistening in ultra-high-def 16K resolution. And on tape, I hear her pleading. ‘Put it in me, Daddy!’ she tells him. ‘I need you, Daddy! Please Daddy!’

I can’t help but think about that video every time I see him at work. And that’s all the time, since he’s my immediate work rival. I work with him practically every day. He loves to give me this knowing smirk, this victorious squint. By breeding my wife, he asserted dominance over me in a deeper sort of way, at a more primal level than you can do in any boardroom. We have the same exact job title, and yet he is the alpha male and I’m the beta loser.

‘OH!’ my wife exclaimed on the video as the furious purple head of his shaft started rubbing up and down her slit. She was spreading her legs eagerly. ‘YES, Daddy!’

My wife will give me this regretful look like she just wants to kick herself. “Why didn’t I make him wear a condom!” she’ll say. “Oh, honey, I never wanted to hurt you like this. Darling.” And she’ll hug me, and give me chaste little kisses on the cheek.

But the video is night and nilüfer escort day.

The deepest betrayal of all is when not SHE, but HE, reaches for a condom. And then SHE begs him to go without it!

‘Oh baby PLEASE, I need to feel you bare,’ she provokes him. God she looks so pretty as she bites her lower lip. Pleading with her eyes for him to skip the rubber and take her how nature intended.

Then he starts penetrating her, bareback. The way she whimpers in pleasure just kills me. She might SAY it was awkward and horrible, she might SAY she regrets it and wishes she didn’t do it. But listen how she groans with contentment! And he’s still only put a few inches inside her!

The whole entire time he’s working that THING deeper, my wife is encouraging him diligently. And she’s cumming almost non-stop. She has this look of heavenly joy on her face. I never saw her look so enraptured, and I’ve been married to her for ten years!

“Honey,” she’ll tell me, “I’m so lucky you’re so understanding and forgiving.” And she’ll give me an innocent schoolgirl hug, for being her faithful provider. For sticking with her and raising her half-black baby that everyone can see isn’t mine!

It’s not easy to be forgiving though, when I can witness the truth with my own two eyes. By the time that stallion got balls deep in my wife, she was just out of her MIND from indescribable elation. There were tears in her eyes, she was cumming so hard all over his big black babymaker. All she could utter in her incoherent state was stuff like, ‘YES!’, or, ‘DADDY!’, or ‘HARDER!’ Her voice was ragged, untrained to express such sublime plateaus of emotion.

They made love for hours, and according to my wife’s behavior, it just got better and better. It’s surreal watching your well-behaved, good-girl, vanilla high-school sweetheart, contorting her body to fuck her lover in so many positions. Watch how he pins her legs behind her shoulders! Listen to her cries of rapture when he spanks her ass, plowing into her her doggy-style. I guess it’s true there’s a nasty whore in every girl bursa sınırsız escort just waiting for a BBC to bring it to the surface.

All those images flash through my mind whenever I’m out and about with my half-black little daughter. Do they think I don’t notice when they point at me, when they laugh at me? Couples think I can’t tell they’re talking about me and mocking me. Even my best friends poke fun at me. I’m a humiliated cuckold. The whole world knows my wife got bred by a superior man.

“Oh my god honey, I’m sooo sooo sorry,” my wife will say, when I complain about the snickers and funny looks I got at the playground. “Darling I promise the next baby will be yours. Oh my god, what even came over me that day? How could I have done that with him? Darling are you mad at me? I was such a terrible wife that day, honey. He’s such a terrible man, why did I let him do those awful, terrible things to me? I will never forgive myself, sweetie.”

But I know that’s not entirely true, because I caught the whole encounter on camera. Any time I want to, I can open the hidden folder on my laptop and watch again as my rival starts speeding up his thrusts and grunting that he’s gonna cum soon.

‘Yes Daddy, cum inside me!’

‘You want my black baby?’

‘Yes Daddy, breed me!’

If I didn’t capture that on film and someone told me it happened, I might punch them for spouting such bald-faced lies and slander. But I DO have it on tape, and I know it’s all true.

‘You gonna make your loser husband raise my black baby?’

‘YES DADDY! YES!’

‘Gonna impregnate you, bitch, gonna knock you up good, you little snowbunny.’

‘OH YES!’ And then an incoherent string of babble as my wife has the biggest orgasm of her entire life.

Her lover cums at the same time she does, thrusting sooo deep inside her. So much deeper than my little dick could ever reach. My bride is writhing in ecstasy, hands and feet sliding up and down her lover’s body as his swollen black rod shoots all that thick, potent cum in her womb. Even after pumping enough DNA in her to knock up a harem, the man STILL has enough left so he can pull out and spray the last spurts all over her body.

“Darling I promise you’ll be the father of our next baby. I swear,” my wife tells me, trying to console me.

But at work, when my rival meets my eye and gives me that arrogant knowing grin, something tells me my wife might not always be trustworthy.

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I compose a text –

“Hey my Sweet, you free to come eat lunch with me at Kabo’s on your break today? :)”

With a sly smirk, I slide my thumb over to send. As I eagerly await his response, I twirl my necklace, its key to his cock cage nestled in my palm. My entire body tingles in anticipation. I need him to say yes.

You see, almost every night for the past month, I’ve laid next to him, his cock safe in its cage, and teased him in every way imaginable. One of my favorite things is to have him fuck me with a strap-on, his useless cock straining against its cage. My moans blended with his mixed groans of pain, frustration, and excitement, along with the sloshing of my wetness with each thrust compose my most favorite hymn. My pussy throbs thinking of it.

But I’m not always cruel to my sweet boy. When I do allow him pleasure, I require it to be memorable. I’ve spent an entire week planning out this afternoon, ensuring all the pieces snap into place *just* right. He is the final piece.

My phone dings. “Sure. 1pm?”

“Sounds perfect! See ya soon ❤️,” I reply, only seconds later. Fuck. I can’t seem too eager.

I choose a pink floral dress and white sandals to wear. Cute and casual. Unassuming.

There’s a knock at the door. I rush to greet four of my newest friends – Layla, Maribel, Suzanne, and Gina.

Layla’s in her twenties, a stunning brunette with pale skin and soft green eyes. Her nose and cheeks are painted with constellations of freckles. Loose curls drape over her broad shoulders, accentuating her 300-pound frame. She’s wearing a pair of high-rise denim shorts, a tight dusty pink tee carefully tucked in, and white sneakers.

Maribel, a gorgeous, confident Latina in her forties, is around 380 pounds. Dark, luscious, raven-black hair cascades down her back and frames her warm brown eyes. Her thick eyebrows and long eyelashes captivate anyone who looks her way. The silhouette of her fupa is prominently outlined in her aubergine bodycon dress, as she radiates confidence and grace with each sway of her hips.

Suzanne stands as the group’s eldest, her age told only by the soft wrinkles gracing her face and arms. Her voluptuous belly is accentuated by the sleek lines of her black dress; each click of her red heels commands attention. Every move she makes is deliberate; she’s a natural seductress, and she knows it. Her red lips, slightly parted, and the subtle run in her black pantyhose beckon with subtle invitation. You don’t notice her wedding ring until she’s completely drawn you in – another display escort bursa of her strategic plan.

And lastly, there’s Gina, an adorable 27-year-old with pin straight red hair, sparkling brown eyes, and thin black-framed glasses. She exudes curiosity and intelligence despite her shy demeanor. Her skinny jeans hug her slightly chubby thighs and belly. She’s the thinnest in the group at around 170 pounds. Paired with a white tee, black blazer and flats, a large bow pinned in her hair adds a hint of playfulness. You can’t help but to be immediately drawn in to her beauty and mystique.

It took me several months to arrange this perfect group. I of course wanted a group of women I knew he couldn’t resist ogling at, but I also wanted a group that meshed effortlessly and complemented each other’s similarities and differences. I knew how much a variety in sizes would excite him – simply seeing Goddess Maribel’s body next to Goddess Gina’s could have him speaking in tongues. As I watch them mingle and smile in our living room, I’m confident my efforts are about to pay off.

I poured us each a glass of champagne. “Hi ladies! Thank you so so much for making this dream come true for us. I’m so fucking excited. You are all so breathtaking,” I announced. “So, the plan is that you will all just sit at the table, acting normal. I know we decided on a table versus a booth for you so he could see your bodies better, to see how your perfect assess are too big for the chairs, but if you get uncomfy at any point, we can cut that short and move you to a booth, ok?”

They nodded.

“I’m going to go first to handle a few things. You guys can hang out here and make yourselves at home – meet in a half hour like we discussed. Sound good?”

“Absolutely! Can’t wait!!!” Layla exclaimed.

The entire drive, I’m thinking of what might run through his mind when he sees them. I know he’ll feel guilty staring at them when I’m right there, and the thought arouses me deeply. Is it cruel that his discomfort fuels me?

At a red light, I slip my hand between my warm thighs, pressing my fingers between my soft, hairy lips. I’m dripping, as I thought. Maybe I should have worn panties after all.

I get to the restaurant before him to speak to the hostess. I had reserved the perfect seating arrangement – We would sit at a booth against the wall, and the Goddesses would sit at a table catty corner to us, behind me, easily in his line of sight. We would be seated first, get our drinks, then the Goddesses would make their grand görükle escort entrance. She assured me the arrangement was set up as discussed, that both tables were ready, and that she wouldn’t mention the reservation in front of him at all.

I sit on a bench outside as I await his arrival. It’s a warm spring day. Flowers are in full bloom, the sun is shining, a light breeze in the air. My heart beats faster as I see his truck pull into the parking lot. A grin takes over when he gets out and notices me. I do a cute wave, he smiles, looks right and left for traffic, and walks quickly over. My boy is so sexy to me. a tucked-in white and blue plaid dress shirt, dark jeans, a belt I’ve whipped him with many times, and dress shoes that have also graced his ass on occasion. He greets me with a passionate kiss before holding the door open for me. “Table for two” I say. The hostess walks us to our table immediately.

We settle in. The waitress takes our drink orders.

“How’s your day been? How’s your project going?” I ask him. “Alright, same old crap, but I’m wading through. Infinitely more interesting, how’s your day going, darling?” “It’s going great.” He grins so big, staring deep into my eyes. “I’m so glad. What do you have planned for today?” Our waitress breaks the conversation by taking our order. “I’ll have the Chicken Parmigiana, and he’ll have Spaghetti with Meatballs.”

“I’m just letting the day take me where it likes,” I reply. He doesn’t answer – his gaze is elsewhere. “I bet the meatballs will be bigger than yours,” I chuckle. No response. He didn’t hear me.

The atmosphere shifts as the Goddesses approach their table, their presence palpable. I sense his excitement and unease as his eyes wander from me to them and back, his discomfort betraying him. He swallows hard and tries to keep his focus on me. “What will you…” his voice trails off. His eyes are glued to them, his mouth agape. I turn around and see Goddesses Maribel and Gina taking a selfie, and I know his eyes are focused on Maribel’s upper arm.

“Want me to ask them to join you for lunch instead?” His embarrassment deepened as I caught him in his inadvertent staring. “No, no, no, I’m sorry, I…” he trailed off, lost in their allure again. Suzanne’s gaze pierced through him, her expression filled with disgust. He turned beet red, feeling sick under her scrutiny. “Is everything ok?” I ask, knowing the answer.

“Yes, sorry, you know how I get sometimes.”

“You’re such a fucking pervert,” I laughed. altıparmak escort I couldn’t resist teasing him further. I covertly brushed his cock with my foot under the table, fully aware of the sweet agony he was enduring from his cock straining against his cage.

As our food arrived, he struggled to control his gaze, his attention torn between his meal, me, and the intoxicating presence of Suzanne and her companions. I could tell he was straining his peripheral vision, trying to watch without them knowing – but he failed, and his eyes met Suzanne’s once again. She stood up, her every step producing a satisfying click of her heels, sending waves through her luscious body as she approached him. Her palms hit the table with a loud thump. “Can I fucking help you? Do you need something?”

I thought he would faint.

“I’m so sorry. You’re just – you – you’re s-s-so captivating,” he stuttered, his words laced with both admiration, embarrassment, and terror. Suzanne flashed a sly smile and instructed me to keep him in line before returning to her seat.

We sat in total silence as he took slow bites of his food for the next several minutes. Suddenly, the Goddesses all excused themselves to the restroom. The air stirred; their scents intoxicating him as they passed our table.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m sorry, A. I can’t control myself today. I think I need to go,” he pleads when the coast is clear.

“Not quite yet, my Sweet.”

“I know you’re enjoying this. You’re evil sometimes, you know that?”

My ear-to-ear grin answered him.

Upon the Goddesses’ return, they orchestrated a fun gesture – Suzanne instructed him to put his hand out, which he did immediately, like an obedient dog. One by one, they placed their warm, slightly wet panties in his hand without a word. He was frozen – sitting in a busy restaurant, palm out, holding four pairs of quite large women’s underwear.

“What was that?” I inquired, acting intrigued by the silent exchange. He stared at me in disbelief, his mouth agape, unable to articulate the events that took place before us.

He was still holding the panties in his hand when the Goddesses grabbed their drinks and approached our table once more, sliding into the booth next to us. Their bellies overflowed onto the table. Suzanne pressed her body against his, enveloping him in her warmth and leaving him visibly flustered. After ten seconds, he made a face I would know anywhere – he just came.

With a knowing smile, I winked at him. “It’s time for you to get back to work, cutie; we’ll see you this evening,” Maribel teased, relishing in the tension that lingered between us all.

He knew for certain then that I’d planned it all.

As we bid the Goddesses farewell, I couldn’t help but revel in the moment, both of us eagerly anticipating what the evening would bring.

I couldn’t wait.

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