The Architect Becomes Her Ch. 07

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Brunette

As always, a thank you to MrWhiteTiger for his brilliant editing. At some point I would like to do something similar to this from Hugh’s point of view. I liked having a little glimpse into the day to day playful sexual side of these two. And this is what came of it.

The mornings she was with him were lovely, but they were an experiment in patience. As Hugh didn’t need to be at an office or any other place of business, he didn’t feel the need to get up at an early hour, whereas she had to be at her desk at the disgusting hour of eight ‘o’clock. Hugh was forever tugging her back into bed whenever she would rise. He tempted her with slow kisses and wicked fingers. Trapping her hands above her head, he would pay lavish attention to her breasts, distracting her until she would gasp and struggle to dart out of bed in a panic as she rushed to get dressed in time.

He would laugh, then lay back in the pillows to watch her dress. Watch her conceal her luscious body in very prim and proper clothing. She would catch his eye and her fingers would slow until she was teasing him as she lingeringly did up the buttons on her shirt. She would move even more while propping a foot on the bed and sliding her stockings on, taunting him and gliding her fingers up with the silky kaynarca escort material, until she attached the top to her lacy garters. Lucy would bite her lips seductively and give him a knowing look. If he made any move towards her she would scamper out of his reach, and finish dressing rapidly. The fun was seeing him lose his cool; watching his eyes darken with lust. Sometimes it was so easy. The hardest part was leaving him, knowing she was fully aroused. Oh, had he only known, he’d have captured and his fingers would have found out how wet she was.

Her only consolation was that he would make her pay for teasing him. And the way he made her pay more than made up for spending a morning with damp panties and an urge to touch herself. There had been too many years where the only source of satisfaction had been her fingers. Having someone who plotted out the hills and valleys of her body like a surveyor and seemed to know what she liked better than herself, kept her from seeking release until she was in Hugh’s arms.

And, Oh! Could Hugh make her feel. He had a way about him that was quiet and determined. He would start out slowly, relaxing her body and mind with soft kisses, gradually and easily like a very good whiskey. They would warm her up, and melt küçükyalı escort any resistance, not that she had much, before the heat and burn would spike her blood. He would strip her slowly, kissing and tasting her skin like she was some favorite treat.

Then the air would sizzle as his fingers would brush and tease. Tweaking her nipples to hard peaks before soothing them with the palms of his warm hands, before doing it all over again until she was writhing and moaning in his arms. He was wicked.

Lucy would beg and plead, plucking at his clothing with her frantic fingers, but he would just chuckle and pin her arms behind her back.

One time, he had snatched up the silk scarf she had worn, and bound her hands above her head. He had ordered her to keep them there or he wouldn’t continue. She’d glared daggers at him. Glared, that is, until his mouth went to work on her naked skin.

He had tormented and whipped her to a frenzy and he was still fully clothed. There she was, sprawled out on his sofa, her legs spread by his shoulders as he licked and sucked her pussy, the only skin visible were his forearms, where he’d pushed up his sleeves. It was scandalous! It was wicked. It was erotic as hell. Lucy had never felt more delectable than at sancaktepe escort that moment.

And when he’d finally taken her, he still had on all his clothes. Her legs had wrapped around him and slid against the soft material of his slacks. His shirt had abraded the plump softness of her breasts and teased her nipples to taut peaks. Lucy had writhed against Hugh and he had laughed in a very strained tone. He had murmured in her ear when she had fought against the scarf holding her wrists and his hands holding her arms up.

Sweet words told her how gorgeous she was to him. How he wanted to stay inside the silky heat of her body. He whispered how tight she was squeezing him as he thrust in long deep strokes that felt like he was pushing clear up to her throat.

She had tried to speak. Tried to tell him to hurry, but the words caught and all she could do was let out an incoherent cry. She had buried her face in his neck, rubbing against the collar of his shirt.

When he had finally let her come, she sank her teeth into the resilient flesh of his neck and reveled in his grunt and ever increasing pace. His release had sent her over the edge a second time and she had arched into his pressing weight. He had given her a satisfied kiss before finally releasing her bonds to hold her close to his fully clothed body.

In moments like that, Lucy wondered how she had gone so long without someone in her life. She was addicted to Hugh and felt like she could never get enough of him. For once in her life, she felt like she belonged.

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Smaller than Average

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Amy was the first girl I ever had sex with. I was kind of a shy guy when it came to women, and I really thought sex was something to be shared with someone special. She was a year older than me, but had taken a year off before starting college, so we were in the same class. Amy was girl next door sexy; nice full breasts, milky white skin and great little ass.

The first time she ever made me cum, was on my birthday, a few months after we started dating. We had gone out earlier in the evening, and then went back to her dorm. We started making out, kissing each other passionately on the lips, ears and neck. I was very shy, and didn’t want to rush things, lucky for me I was with a more mature woman, who took things into her own hands, literally. I felt her rubbing my thighs, and stomach till she finely slid her hands to my groin, where she found a rock hard dick.

Amy started massaging me through my pants, I had never had a woman touch me before and I knew that I wasn’t going to last long. I grabbed her arm and looked her in the eye, saying

“I don’t think this is going to take very long.”

A devilish grin crawled across her face, as she said “I know, it’s okay just let me do this.”

I let go of her arm, and she unzipped my pants, my throbbing cock sprang out of its khaki prison. Then for the first time I felt Amy’s soft warm hand on my dick. She gently brushed up and down the length of my dick with her hand, all the while still kissing me, biting my lip and nibbling at my ear. The sensations where amazing, then she finally grabbed hold and started jerking my dick off, and whispering in my ear,

“Cum for me baby! Come on, cum all over my hand!”

I felt my load building up in my balls, and then it was just too much as I came for the first time by the hands of woman. I shot, three or four loads all over her hand and arm, my pants and her bed. I laid there panting and basking in this incredible feeling, as she held my now spent dick in her hand, slowly and expertly swirling her thumb around the head ushering out the last few drops of cum.

“Happy birthday” is all she said as she slid down my torso and sucked my now soft cock, licking off the cum, and putting it back in my pants. Just as we finished cleaning up, we heard her roommate’s key hit the door. Amy and I kissed good night and I left to go home.

First try:

Three weeks past, and we hadn’t done anything more than kiss and some light petting, always over the clothes. In fact she made me cum a few times in my pants, and I’d have to go to the bathroom and clean out my underwear. But, then one night we were making out and she started rubbing me again through my pants. She stopped very suddenly and turned away from me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing, it’s just you know you’re not my first” she sighed, as if she felt it was devastating news to me. I took her hand and assured her that it didn’t matter to me.

Rolling back over, she kissed me deeply as if I had just wiped away an insurmountable guilt, then reaching in my pants she pleaded, “Have sex with me?”

I quickly reached over and pulled her shirt over her head, and like a child at Christmas wasted no time opening the present before me. I clumsily unhooked her bra and for the first time in my life felt the warm bare breasts of a woman. She undid my pants and grabbing hold of the waist she pulled them off with my underwear too. Then as she took off the rest of her clothes I took off mine, and there we were exposed to one another in her dim lit dorm room fully aware of what was to come next. She laid me down on the bed and slowly placed herself atop of me. Kissing my lips and neck, I could feel her nipples brushing against my chest and stomach. Then I felt her, the warm moist touch of her groin pushing into my dick. She reached down and with a slight adjustment I could feel her enveloping me. It felt like nothing I had ever felt on my dick before, as she slowly lowered herself on my cock it seemed like that moment would never end, but I feared it would all too soon. As I rested completely inside her, she simply sat letting us both take in the feeling. I was looking up at her face, when she opened her eyes as if struck with a terrifying thought,

“Do you have a condom?” she asked sharply.

“No” I breathed lowly. Then without removing herself from the impalement of my cock, she reached over to her bedside drawer.

“I think I have some left in here somewhere,” she panted as she fumbled through the drawer. “Ah! I got one. Do you know how to put it on?”

“No” I said, “I’ve never put one on.” Sitting up, still with me inside her, she ripped the package open raised herself off of me and began unrolling the condom over the head of my cock. It was cold, but I didn’t care, I just wanted her back on me now. I felt her unroll the condom over my penis, but she just froze — motionless and silent. I looked down to see her holding my cock in her had, and staring with a perplexed look on her face.

“Are you suadiye escort okay?” Sensing she was having second thoughts, I said “it’s okay, if you need some more time…”

“No it’s not that” she whimpered interrupting me.

“Well what is it?” I asked

She just looked at me and then my dick still holding it in her hand, her face revealing she was searching for the right words to say.

“It doesn’t fit” she said gently. “The condom is too big, See” as she tugged at the side of the condom it looked like a whole other dick could fit inside of it. Then taking the open package in her other hand she read aloud, “Trojan Magnum large sized condoms.”

“Okay, see that’s the problem these are meant for large dicks, but yours is average” She said very matter of fact. “But in a good way” she quickly added.

She pulled the condom off and said, “This will just have to wait.” Then taking my now limp dick in her mouth she quickly brought me to full attention, and shortly after I exploded in her warm mouth. Looking up at me with sensual eyes said,

“Now me.”

She lifted me up and then slid herself where I had been laying. Taking me by the face, she lustfully pushed my head south and said,

“Just lick and kiss, I’ll tell you how.”

Then spreading her fleshy mound to expose her engorged clit she ran a finger on it in circles saying

“Here, right here.” I began, for the first time ever to lick, and kiss and suck on the glory of woman. She moaned and ground her hips into my face, with only a few occasional cheers of “more,” “yes,” “right there” and finally “oh, oh, oh, OH!” I felt a river of joy across my tongue, and I lapped up the sweet nectar, till she pleaded me to stop.

We held each other closely, and then she broke the silence,

“We better get dressed; my roommate will be back soon.” As we dressed, she cooed how great that was, and how much she enjoyed it,

“Are you sure that was your first time?” She asked repeatedly and rhetorically.

“I can’t wait till we actually get to fuck!” she exclaimed frankly. Then looking over at her roommates desk, Amy excitedly reported, “My roommate is going home next week, well have the place to ourselves all weekend long.”

So, the following week Amy and I saw each other and spoke frequently, we were both beside ourselves with anticipation. She wanted the weekend to be special, so no fooling around till Friday night. She also made me promise to “keep my hands off the equipment.” And she said she could get condoms at the health center on campus, where she worked part-time as a receptionist.

Friday Night

Friday night finally arrived; we went out for a light dinner where every other sentence seemed to be a sexual innuendo. And every bite of food somehow took on a lust laced dance. We finished dinner and went back to her dorm where she had obviously prepared for the nights recreation. She had new sheets and supple new blanket on her bed, she lit candles as we entered that she had previously placed around the room. And with a flick of her figure soft music quietly filled the space. The sexual tension was tangible as we kissed and slowly embraced. She excused herself to the bathroom, which she shared with the suite next door. And in moments she, presented herself in a lustfully silky bra and panty set, black with red lace embroidered the top. Her breasts stood firmly from her chest extending themselves to me in a gravity defying visual sensation. I nearly lost it right then.

Amy gracefully glided next to me and began to unbutton my shirt, and proceeded to undress me down to nothing, lingering just a bit before fully exposing me to the flickering light of the candles. Kneeling in front of me she showered tender kisses on my dick, then looking into my eyes with sinful pleasure she lifted my member and licked, long and slow from balls to head, as I hardened with every inch. She sat me down on her bed and placing her knees on each side of my body lowered herself on my lap, pressing her bosom into my face. She smelled of baby powder and lust, as I breathed her in. I played with her like a child with a new toy, fixated on her flesh spilling over her bra. I snapped the clasp undone, and freed her softness. As I suckled at her doughy mounds she rocked her hips on my lap, and bucked her pelvis against my staff. We lay down in one motion on the bed, and she reached behind my head, where she had hidden an assortment of condoms under her pillow. She playfully teased,

“I’ll find the right fit.” Then scooting down to my midsection she unwrapped a condom, and as I watched hopefully she placed it against the tip of my rod and rolled it down. In fact it rolled down very quickly and with ease,

“I am pretty sure they are supposed to be tighter than that.” I said somewhat joking and now a bit concerned.

“Don’t worry” she said innocently, “I thought that might happen, I started with the largest they had, but I have three other sizes and styles.” She opened the next one, yakacık escort and massaged the head of my dick with her fingers, as if trying to get it bigger. She placed the condom at the tip and rolled it down.

“There,” she said. “See it fits.”

But, I wasn’t sure it felt right. She took her panties off, and placing herself just above my cock began to lower herself. Our eyes locked on the sight of her lips spreading over my cock, and blissfully lowering down my shaft till she came to rest on my pelvic bone. She moaned and I gasped as we sat still enjoying the sensation. She slowly began to gyrate on my hard dick, and it was the most amazing feeling I’d ever experienced. She lowered her torso so I could suck her breast while she patiently rode me, intentionally pacing her movements. Then I heard her,

“hmm?” she faintly and uncontrollably whispered.

“What?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s just … it’s just I think the condom is riding up or something.” She stated, and then lifted off of me but the condom was no longer on, it pulled off as she raised her hips.

“I am so sorry” I said. “I don’t understand, I’ve always thought I was pretty average.”

“Don’t worry, you are perfectly fine, size really doesn’t matter. I love you and want to share this experience with you, that’s all that matters.” She reached for yet another condom, and with a twinkle in her eye assured,

“I know this will fit, it’s made just for…” she stopped herself before saying anything else.

“Made for what?” I asked. Reluctantly she finished her statement,

“Smaller penises”

In the awkward silence, she placed the condom on my, newly defined “small penis” and rolled it down. It fit, I could tell it fit and couldn’t decide if I should be happy or not. But, now Amy quickly got back on top and pushed down on my small penis, and I slid in without much effort at all. Amy quickly picked up the pace and was grinding my penis hard, in fact it was almost unpleasant, but I kept thinking, “At least I should last longer this way.”

I was buried deep inside her, as deep as I could go, sweating and panting she was fucking me for all she was worth. She sat up and frantically began rubbing her clit with her hands, not even moving on my cock anymore. She closed her eyes tight, and rubbed her engorged clit and I began to realize that I wasn’t really needed, she had stopped fucking me and was fucking her hand. She panted hard and let out a squeal as her body shivered and I could feel her tighten around my dick, and suddenly I felt a part of the fun again. She clamped and released what felt like 20 times on my dick very quickly and it was enough to bring me over the top, I bucked and shot my load inside her. She lay on top of me breathing heavily and grinding as if unable to stop. She rolled over and my little spent dick slid out, and not just out of her but out of the condom too. Amy looked down, took my penis between her thumb and forefinger gave it a pull and said,

“Awe it’s cute.”

I spent the night at her dorm, and luckily Amy had picked up a handful of the small penis condoms. That evening she began asking me some very personal questions.

“How often do you masturbate?” She asked,

“What do you use to masturbate with? Oil, lotion etc?”

“Do you look at porn when you jerk it?”

“What kind of porn do you like to watch?” She seemed to have an insatiable curiosity. I told her that I masturbate almost every day. To which she asked,

“How many times in one day have you made yourself cum?”

“Well” I stammered, “six times in one day is the most I’ve ever done.”

“SIX!” she snorted, “well maybe we can beat that number tomorrow.” She said slyly. Then, Amy said,

“I want to watch you jerk off.”

“NO!” I said.

“But, it will help me know what you like.” She retorted.

“Come on, I’ll give you something to jerk off to,” She teased, reaching between her legs and spreading herself open.

“Okay, I love you and if you want to watch I’ll show you.” I finally caved.

She sat up, and leaned against the wall. She raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them making sure to get them well lubricated with her saliva. Amy, reached down and started massaging her clit, running her fingers in and out of her hole. The sight, sound and smell were plenty to get me in the mood. So, I reached down between my legs, and took hold of my quickly enlarging penis. And began jerking it, right there in front of the girl I had been jerking off to in my mind for weeks now.

“Just pretend I am not here, I want to see how you really do it.” She instructed. I sat up now with my back against the headboard, studying her carefully as I thrust my hand up and down my small dick.

“Awe” she chuckled, “it’s getting so big for me.” She said in a baby voice. “But I want to see you cum, make your dick cum for me, come on I want to see your little guy spurt.”

Then it happened, just as she said “little guy” I şerifali escort erupted in my hand. Amy giggled and clapped,

“Thank you for letting me so that, that was so much fun, and you got me so turned on.” She grabbed my feet and pulled down the bed so I was flat on my back again, she stood up on the bed and lowered herself over my face.

“Do it” she demanded, “make me cum.” I licked and sucked while she rolled her nipples in her hand, she was cooing in no time, panting heavily and quickly came all over my face.

“Damn” she said breathlessly “you have the best tongue in the world!”

We lay there together for a few minutes, and I must have dozed off. I woke up and saw her at her computer.

“What you doing?” I asked, expecting that she was checking email or Facebook.

“Um, just looking up some stuff” Amy said.

“What kind of stuff?” I repeated back to her.

“Okay, this weekend is all about being honest, and opening up to each other, so don’t be upset. I was just looking up some stuff about small penises.”

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Well, I guess you really are a bit smaller than average, and I am okay with that, I just wanted to see how others deal with it.”

“How small do you think I am? I am pretty confident I am average.” I demanded.

“Hun, I love you but, the only condoms that fit where made for small penises, ere go you have a small penis.”

“Well how big is normal?” I asked.

“Well most sites are saying that 6 inches is normal, give or take a little.”

“Well I am close to that.” I urged.

“Um, if you say so” Amy quivered. “I have a ruler right here in my desk if you want to prove it to me.”

“But I’ve already cum twice today, I am not sure it would be very accurate.” I quickly responded.

“Okay, then let’s measure you now, and a few times tomorrow.” She said, “We’ll take the numbers and come up with an average size for you.”

I hesitantly agreed. She took the ruler, and had me stand up.

“Okay, you are flaccid now, so we can get a good base measurement.” She held the ruler out, and placed it just under my dick, and then placed a mark on the ruler with a pencil.

“Huh?” she said, and wrote down the number on a piece of paper.

“Well?” I said.

“Do you really want to know?’ she asked.

“Please just tell me.”

“Okay, but remember it’s just a number, and I love you.”

“Okay” I said.

“Two and ¾ inches flaccid” Amy replied with an emphasis on the 3/4.

“So, it gets bigger and you know it.” I said.

“Oh I know big guy.” She smirked. “Now we need to get it hard again, so we can get an erect number.” She said very scientifically. “So get it hard” she said.

“I can’t just get it hard like that, not after cumming twice so soon.” I told her.

“Okay, then tell me what kind of porn get’s you going?”

“I’ll let you watch anything you want on my computer, it really doesn’t bother me.” She said.

“Come on, what does it for you? Big tits? Asian? What’s your pleasure?” She said sounding like an old timey bar keep.

“Um… big tits” I said sheepishly not really sure there was a right answer.

“Okay” she hammered in, Big Tit Sex, in the search engine, and clicked on the first sight.

“Just sit here and watch, feel free to play with your little thing. When it gets as big as you think it can let me know.” She sat on the bed next to the desk, and watched me watch porn.

“Click on anything you like” she offered.

After a few minutes I almost forgot Amy was there, she was so quiet and I was becoming very fixated on the images in front of me. I reached over and pumped a few drops of lotion on my hand, and began to jerk off. It was so bizarrely freeing and titillating to be doing this in front of Amy. I started breathing harder, and jerking faster — when SLAP! She knocked my hand away.

“Just wait a few seconds so I can measure, then I’ll let you cum.” She said. Taking the ruler and pressing under my dick again, she marked with the pencil, and said “okay, finish for me and I’ll tell you the number.” I reached down and quickly jerked, watching the computer and glancing at Amy, so completely enjoying the show.

“I am cumming!” I sighed,

“4 inches” she shouted, and I blew my load all over her desk.

My head was spinning, how could that possibly be? Four inches? But I was confident that it was due to having already cum twice in the past few hours. Amy handed me a box of tissue,

“Clean up big guy” she giggled. She threw me a towel and told me I could shower in their bathroom, just make sure to lock the door to the next suit. I went in, and immediately locked the door. As I was showering, I just kept wondering what Amy had been looking up, how do I compare to the other guys she’s been with, and if size really didn’t matter why was she looking up information about sex with a small penis?

I got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around me, unlocked the suite door and went back to Amy’s room.

“I am starving, let’s go get some dessert or something” Amy suggested.

We went to a nearby 24hour cafe; it’s a college town so even at 1am it was full. The waitress came by to take our order,

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Autograph Ch. 03

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“Ladies, when you draw, use all you senses.” Ms. Purdy was giving her art students a lecture. I was standing at the front of the class, naked as usual. Ms. Purdy was beside me. The evening was hot, the room stuffy and humid. “Don’t just look at your subject, observe your subject. The smallest details are as important as the obvious ones. Notice the shade of his skin, the lock of hair that falls out of place, the glint in his eyes, even the beads of perspiration rolling down his cheek.”

Ms. Purdy caressed my cheek with her index finger. A bead of sweat rolled on to the tip of her finger. She momentarily looked at it then poked my chest with the finger, rubbing the moisture across my pectoral muscles.

“Even though sight is the most important sense, don’t neglect the sense of touch. If allowed, feel the subject you are drawing. Are the muscles hard or flabby?” Ms. Purdy squeezed the bicep muscle of my right arm. “Is the body strong or weak? Is it tense or relaxed? Whatever the state, make sure your work accurately reflects it.” She ran her hand down my back, rested it on my ass and squeezed my left buttock. “Feel everything, because everything about the body is important to an artist.”

She stood behind me, pressed her body against my back and ass, reached around my torso and ran her hands over my chest. She played with my nipples, ran her hands down my abdomen and fingered the small tuft of pubic hair above my cock. Her right hand groped my testicles and penis. She stroked the shaft of my penis until it was fully erect. Stepping out from behind me, she continued with her lesson.

“After sight and touch, we have smell and taste. Though they are difficult to incorporate into a work of art, it is possible. We’ve all seen paintings of food so lifelike our mouths salivate and our noses smell the sweet fragrance. This effect is possible with the human figure.” Ms. Purdy pressed her face against my neck and inhaled deeply. She moaned softy. “Draw the beads of perspiration on his forehead, the sheen of sweat on his torso. Subconsciously, the viewer will smell him. As for taste, how could ones mouth not moisten at the sight of his erect penis? My mouth is salivating right now. When I view your completed work, I expect my mouth to salivate as if I was standing in front of the real thing.”

Ms. Purdy licked her lips, squatted in front of me, held the base of my cock with her left hand and engulfed my organ with her mouth. She worked her mouth up and down the shaft a few times, held the head of my cock with her lips, and licked the underside of it with her tongue. She left a thin coating of saliva on it when she withdrew her mouth. She stood up, faced the class, and said,

“It’s not often artists get to touch, feel, and taste the object they draw. Usually we are only allowed to look. Don’t waste this opportunity girls, use all your senses and use what you learn in your art. Now, lets get to work. Begin drawing.”

My cock remained rock hard while the ladies drew. It wasn’t difficult to maintain this state given that every eye in the room was on it. The sexual tension was as thick as a London fog, but no one approached me, though I would wager many of them wanted too. Ms. Purdy broke the ice by doing two things. First, she brought in a tray of white wine and served everyone drinks. This loosened the women up and they began to talk among themselves. Before this, the room had been silent. Second, she wrapped her hand around my prick and pulled me off my platform like a dog on a leash.

She slowly lead me through the room. We stopped at each student’s easel and Ms. Purdy examined their work. She made a few comments to some of the ladies but didn’t criticize anyone until we reached Cynthia at the back of the class. Usually she coats her criticism with sugar, that is, she is friendly and tactful when suggesting ways the student can improve. This leaves them feeling good about their efforts, despite the problems. This time however, she was harsh.

In a loud voice, Ms. Purdy said, “Cynthia, your work is disappointing.” Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at us. “You have not been observing what you are drawing. I expect better from you.” Cynthia’s eyes darted between Ms. Purdy’s face and her hand on my cock. “Look at me when I am talking to you Cynthia,” Ms.Purdy commanded.

Cynthia’s cheeks turned red. She is a small, shy, demure woman in her early thirties. Her long, black hair is tied in a ponytail that runs down the length of her back. She wears black rimmed glasses that obscure her opaque blue eyes. She’s married and has two small children. Cynthia looked directly at Ms. Purdy.

“Your work has many errors,” Ms Purdy said. “For instance, the illiac crest in your drawing is more pronounced and sharper then it should be. Look at our model’s illiac crest and compare it to your drawing.” Cynthia looked at me then her drawing but said nothing. “I don’t think you understand what I mean Cynthia.” tuzla escort Ms. Purdy took Cynthia’s hand and placed it on the crest of my pelvis. “See how round it is?”

Cynthia hesitatively ran her hand over it. “Yes Ms. Purdy, I do now.” Ms. Purdy continued with her criticism.

“Another problem is your presentation of his abdomen.” She placed Cythia’s hand on my stomach and told her to feel the muscles. Cynthia tentatively pressed her hand against my abdomen and ran her fingers over it. Her hand quivered as it neared my groin. “Our model is fit and lean Cynthia, but you have him looking like he has a beer belly.”

In a shallow, timid voice, Cynthia said, “I’m sorry, Ms.Purdy.”

Ms. Purdy looked at the drawing and exclaimed, “Look at that!” She pointed at Cynthia’s drawing of my penis. “The cock is dramatically out of proportion to the rest of the figure. He does have a big one, but it’s not that big Cynthia, and the one you drew looks like a wet noodle!” Cynthia blushed.

In an authoritative voice Ms Purdy said, “Feel his penis Cynthia, see for yourself how strong and rigid it is.” Ms. Purdy removed her hand from my cock. Cynthia moved her hand slowly towards me but withdrew it when it began to tremble.

In a huff, Ms. Purdy ordered, “Touch his cock Cynthia . . . it’s not going to bite!” Cynthia again moved her hand towards my cock. This time Ms. Purdy grasped her wrist and placed Cynthia’s hand firmly on my penis. In a soft, but demanding voice, Ms. Purdy said, “Wrap your fingers around it Cynthia, feel its strength.”

Cynthia did as she was told. Ms. Purdy released her hold on Cynthia’s wrist and ordered her to feel the entire thing. Cynthia slowly moved her warm hand up and down the length of my cock. Her face was flushed, her breathing shallow and quick.

“When you draw that prick Cynthia, I want it as rigid and strong on paper as it is in your hand.”

With a dry, raspy voice, Cynthia said, “Yes, Ms.Purdy.”

Addressing the entire class, Ms. Purdy said sternly, “Cynthia made the mistake of observing from too far away. The rest of you had better not make the same error.” In unison, a few ladies said, “We won’t,” and laughed.

Cynthia was oblivious to the laughter, she was engrossed with my cock. Her hand moved up and down it in a slow methodical fashion. When a drop of precum dripped onto her hand, she stopped and looked at it.

“Taste it Cynthia,” Ms. Purdy ordered. Cynthia hesitated for a moment, then lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the cum off of it. Everyone gasped. In a flat, toneless voice Ms. Purdy said, “You know what you need to do Cynthia, it’s too late to turn back.” Cynthia shyly looked at Ms.Purdy, then at everyone else.

Someone behind me said, “Do it Cynthia.”

A devilish smile crossed Cynthia’s lips. She dropped to her knees, rubbed the tip of my prick across her puckered lips, then slowly lowered her mouth until the entire head of my cock vanished into her saliva womb. No one said a word, they just stared in astonishment. Cynthia rolled her tongue over the head of my cock, then lowered her mouth down the shaft until my cock hit the back of her throat. From this position she proceeded to fuck my cock with her mouth, quickly pulling back then thrusting forward, again and again. Giving her jaw a rest, she let my cock drop from her lips. She held it at its base and licked one side of it, then did the same to the other side. Pressing my cock against my abdomen, she flicked my balls with the tip of her tongue. At one point she cupped them with her free hand and partially enveloped one testicle with her mouth. Cynthia undid her ponytail with her free hand and shook her head so her long hair flowed over her face and shoulders. As she moved her mouth up and down my cock, her hair added to my pleasure by caressing my testicles.

I felt a hand on my ass. It gently rubbed each buttock, then slid down the crack of my butt. The hand disappeared and was replaced by a mouth. I felt a hot, slick tongue lick each cheek, while a pair of hands ran down the back of my thighs. Lips pecked at my ass, then teeth nibbled my flesh. It pinched but didn’t hurt an inordinate amount. I looked over my shoulder to see who was attacking my rear but I couldn’t see anything except the top of her head. Her face was buried in my ass.

Jane, the woman who had given me a blow job in front of everyone during the previous class, lowered her shorts and panties and stepped out of them. She sat on a chair, spread her legs and rubbed her pussy with her hand as she watched the show. The lips of her pussy were wet and swollen. Her clit had popped out of its hood. She rubbed it with the tip of her index finger. Ms. Purdy positioned herself behind Jane. She pulled Jane’s t-shirt up exposing her breasts. As Jane masturbated, Ms. Purdy massaged her tits.

“Are you going to share that cock Cynthia?” one of the ladies asked. “Some of us wouldn’t mind a göztepe escort lick or two.” She approached Cynthia, expecting to get a taste of my prick. Cynthia pulled her mouth off my cock.

“Back off,” she said loudly. “This cock is about to explode. I did all the work, I want the payoff.” The lady expecting to get her licks in retreated. Cynthia looked up at me and said, “Cum for me, I know you can’t hold back much longer.” She was right. I was about to blow my load.

Cynthia stroked my balls and licked the sensitive underside of my cock head feverishly. I reached behind me and pushed the head of the woman kissing my ass deeper into me. She let out a stifled moan, and responded by licking me more quickly. I moaned, pulled my cock out of Cynthia’s mouth and shot a huge wad of cum across her face. Cynthia caught the second squirt in her mouth. The third and last squirt landed on the lens of her glasses. She fell back on her ass and licked the cum off her chin and lips.

The woman licking my ass forcibly turned me around to face her. My mystery ass kisser turned out to be Millie. Millie is a university student in her mid-twenties. Drawing is her hobby. She is petite, fiery, has blonde hair, alabaster skin and green eyes. Though it had lost some of its rigidity, my cock was still long and excited. Millie slurped the cum on the tip of my cock down her throat, then shoved her mouth as far down the shaft as she could. She pumped my cock with her mouth like a piston. Much to my surprise, I felt my cock spasm and ejaculate another load of cum, albeit a very small one. Millie slid her mouth off my cock and swallowed the sperm in her mouth.

“I knew you had one more squirt left in you,” she said. She smirked and gently stroked my cock as it deflated.

Jane screamed. Ms. Purdy was on her knees in front of Jane, finger fucking her. Jane had just orgasmed and had flooded Ms. Purdy’s hand with her juices. Jane’s eyes were bulging out of her eye sockets, she was gasping for breath. Ms. Purdy stood up, languidly ran her damp fingers over her extended tongue, grinned and wiped her hand clean with the hem of her short skirt.

Behind me I heard a soft whimper, then a loud sob. I turned and looked at Cynthia. She was crying. The sperm on her glasses was falling into a river of tears.

Ms. Purdy bent over Cynthia and asked, “What’s wrong sweety?”

Between sobs Cynthia cried out, “I’ve cheated on my husband. My God, what have I done?” She broke down and bawled.

Someone from behind me handed Ms Purdy some tissue. She wiped the sperm and tears off Cynthia’s cheeks. After a few minutes, Cynthia stopped crying and rose to her feet. Her lower lip quivered, her eyes were ready to pump tears again at any moment. She took off her glasses and tried to clean them.

Ms. Purdy gathered everyone around her. “Ladies, what goes on in this room stays in this room. Anyone telling tales out of class will cause us a lot of problems. Do I have your word that you’ll remain silent about this evening’s events, . . . and any future events?” Ms.Purdy looked each of them in the eye, and each one of them promised that what went on here stayed here. Then she looked at me and asked, “Do you promise to keep your mouth shut?”

“Of course I will,” I stated.

“Are you sure? Men love to brag about their exploits.”

In a slow, serious voice I said, “You have my word that I will not tell a soul about anything that goes on here. I don’t kiss and tell.” Ms.Purdy stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she smiled and stroked the side of my face lovingly.

“We believe you.”

Cynthia’s lower lip had stopped quivering. She was now composed. “I don’t believe any of you,” she emphatically stated. “When it comes to sex people have big mouths. Eventually one or more of you will shoot off your mouth and ruin my marriage. All of you have seen me suck his cock,” she pointed at me. “I think I should see each of you suck his cock. That way, not only do you have something on me, I’ll have something on you. You’ll be sure not to shoot your mouths off then.” Silence reigned. Finally, Sandra, a short haired blonde in her early forties said,

“You’re insane if you think I’m going to suck his cock to satisfy your paranoia Cynthia. I won’t ruin my marriage for you.”

Cynthia sarcastically replied, “But Sandra, how will it ruin your marriage? If no one talks, like you’ve all promised, your husband will never find out.” She paused momentarily. “If you won’t suck his cock, pose nude for the class beside him. That way you won’t be breaking any marriage vows, but we’ll still have something on you if you shoot your mouth off.” Sandra’s face went white.

Millie said, “I agree with Cynthia. You’ve all seen me do some nasty stuff tonight, what’s gonna stop you from telling my boyfriend? Pose nude Sandra, prove we can trust you.” Sandra was speechless.

Jane declared, “Anyone who üsküdar escort hasn’t done something naughty with him yet ought too or they should leave the class for good.”

Lori, a redhead in her late thirties said, “My marriage has been dead for years. I stay with the slob for the sake of the kids. It’s been a long time since I’ve had any. I’ll give our boy a blow job right now if he wants.” She laughed. Lori had been the lady who had asked Cynthia to share my cock.

Sandra shook her head in bewilderment. She asked Ms.Purdy, “Are you going to go along with this farce?”

Ms. Purdy stared at the floor for a few moments, then looked at Sandra. “I think the girls have a good point. If any of you don’t want to participate in the extracurricular activites, then you should leave the class. I will give you a complete refund Sandra. Do you want to leave?”

Sandra bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowed. She thought for a minute. Finally she said, “I don’t want to leave. The fact of the matter is I enjoy watching what’s going on. I’ll pose nude, but no blow job. Is that good enough?”

Cynthia smiled and said, “Good enough. What about the rest of you?”

“I’ll pose nude,” Serena said, “but I won’t pose with him.” She smiled at me. “It’s nothing personal, it’s just that, uhm . . . I don’t like men.” Serena was in her early twenties but still looked like a teenager. Her breasts were small, her waist narrow, her legs long. I found her bright, cheery brown eyes, upturned, perky nose, and thick sensuous lips very appealing. I was sad to discover she was forbidden fruit.

“Would you allow me to pose with you Serena?” Ms. Purdy asked.

Serena’s eyes lit up. “I’d love it,” she replied. Serena’s smile was broad.

Sharise was next. She said, “I can’t rush into something like this. I’ll need a few days to decide. I wouldn’t be cheating on my boyfriend or husband, because I have neither, it’s just that . . . while one half of me wants to go wild, the other half, is holding me back. You’ll have to take my word for it that I won’t tell anyone what’s going on here.” Sharise picked up her purse next to her easel and walked towards the door.

Ms. Purdy said, “Call me when you’ve decided.” Ms.Purdy tenderly hugged her. Sharise hugged her back, waved good-bye and left.

Cynthia said, “That leaves Claudette. Since she isn’t here tonight, we’ll leave it up to Ms. Purdy to explain things to her.” Ms. Purdy replied,

“Claudette dropped out a few days ago. She won’t be back.” After a slight pause she said, “Let’s take a break and catch our breath. We’ll meet here in fifteen minutes. Sandra, you’ll pose with him then, okay?” Sandra nodded. Ms. Purdy motioned Sandra to follow her. They disappeared into the main house.

I went out to the pool and dove into the water to cool off. The ladies huddled around the wine, sipped on it and talked. Ms. Purdy came out to the pool with a towel. She took off her sandles and splashed her feet in the shallow end as she watched me swim. She began to laugh. It was a soft, gentle laugh. I swam over to her, stood up, and dried my face with the towel. She was still laughing.

“What’s the joke?” I asked. She stopped laughing, smirked, and said,

“Sandra is very nervous. Be gentle with her.” She laughed again.

“I was nervous posing nude the first time,” I said.

“That’s not the reason she’s nervous Clay, she’s afraid she’ll give in to temptation!” Ms. Purdy gave me a wicked smile. My blank look indicated I didn’t understand. “Why do you think these women are here?” she asked.

“To learn to draw of course,” I replied. Ms. Purdy chuckled.

“Initially, that’s why they came to my class, but that’s not the reason they are here now. Now they’re here for the sex. When you masturbated in front of them during the previous class, and Jane sucked you off, it turned them on. They knew the possibility of it occurring again was quite good, so they came back for more. Claudette knew what was going to happen, she couldn’t handle it, so she dropped out. The rest could have done the same, but they didn’t.” Ms.Purdy smiled. “I fondled and blew you at the start of the class to let them know they could do whatever they wanted. They were shy though, so I prodded them. I gave them wine to loosen them up, then as the piece de resistance I got Cynthia to think with her hormones instead of her head. Once her juices got flowing it didn’t take her long to take the bull by the horn.” She laughed loudly, paused and said, “Cynthia wasn’t upset because she cheated on her husband, she was upset she was stupid enough to do it in front of witnesses.” Ms. Purdy laughed loudly. The laugh turned into a snicker. When that died down she continued talking. “Sandra is being coy. She appears reluctant to join the sexual escapades, but deep down I think she wants to let loose and fuck your brains out. Lets see if she does.”

Ms. Purdy gestured for me to get out of the pool. I lifted myself out, dried myself off, and walked back with her to the art studio. On the way I said,

“You’re enjoying this an awful lot!” She grinned devilishly, wrapped her arm around mine and replied,

“Yeah, I am. I love corrupting people.”

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There is no use hiding the facts. At 18, I was a male gigolo. I earned my money by satisfying the carnal needs of older women in our town. Our town was not a big town by any means; but you would have been surprised at the number of older, unsatisfied women in town.

Once the husband hit 50 or so; or became succesful in business; or just got bored with the wife, her frustrations would begin.

Some of these women were raving beauties. Some had seen better days. Deep down, they all needed to be reassured they were still attractive. That’s where I came in. Truth was, if some of the husbands had just treated their wives like whores, I would have been out of circulation.

Six days a week I was busy. On school days, I might have 2 “dates”. On non-school days, I would average 4 to 5 dates per day. There was just that much unhappiness in the town. What pleasures for me however.

I remember one particularly well. Her husband was a prominent lawyer. When he wasn’t working, he was at the country club or out of town on golf outings. If he was away overnight, it was normal for her to be my last stop of the day; and I would stay overnight.

I arrived one evening around 7:00. She answered the door; by her attire, I knew he was away for the evening. She’d kinked up her hair the way I liked it. Extremely heavy makeup and lipstick were added. She was wearing heels, bikini panties, and a gold necklace.

She was in her mid-50s. I’m not normally turned on by thin women; this one was different. She was only 5 foot tall and weighed in at about 90 pounds. She worked out and had a trim figure. She was meticulous in appearance when out in public. Her pussy was shaved; she knew I liked that. Her hair was grey; but she did not appear old.

She greeted me at the door with a heavy kiss; it was almost like she wanted one of the neighbors to tell her husband. She was almost bouncing like a school girl as we went into the living room. The patio door drapes were open; a nosy neighbor would have seen us. I often wondered if she was that unhappy.

She knew I’d had several other dates that day; yet that was not a problem for her. She even knew some of the other women I serviced.

Before we started that night she told me she had a favor to ask of me. Her college roommate was coming to acıbadem escort town and she wanted me to do a 3-some with them. I agreed and could see the sense of relief she had.

We were standing by the slider as we began kissing. I had to bend down some due to her height; and she always rose up on her toes. Her hands were around my neck as we french kissed. My hands were on her ass; I was squeezing and rubbing through thin silk panties which barely covered half her ass.

She could feel my hard on through my shorts; and seemed to enjoy rubbing against it. She pulled her lips away long enough to express her desire to be treated like a whore. I promised she would feel used and abused when I finished.

I lifted her from the ground and turned to retreat from the doors. I did not want to be the cause of family problems. Her children were away at college; heck, I had dated the daughter while she was in high school.

Mona shook her head no; she apparently enjoyed being on display with her boy toy. I resumed french kissing her; her lips were wrapped around my tongue as though she was giving a blow job. That was fine by me. She did give great head.

She wrapped her legs arond my waist. I lowered my hands slightly on her ass so I could run my thumbs across her pussy. Her panties were soppy wet; this would be a good fuck. Her motor was running wide open.

She was so light. I lifted her higher and placed her legs across my shoulders. My face was in her crotch; and I began kissing her mound through those panties. My tongue began driving into her slit; and I could feel her clit quivering as my tongue lapped at it and my teeth nipped on her pussy lips.

I kept this up for 10 minutes or so as she hit one orgasm after another. She was cumming so much the excess juices were flowing out the legs of her panties and onto my chin and shirt.

I stepped back a couple of feet and began to lower her to the ground. She knew what I wanted. As I began to peel off my shirt, she unsnapped the waist button on my shorts. My shorts fell to the floor as my cock sprang forth.

She took my cock in her hand and began lightly tonguing it. Her mouth opened wider; her lips formed around the head as she ministered that tongue all over the pee slit. Apparently my cock head atalar escort had a larger pee slit than most men as she took her time using her tongue to force it open. I could actually feel her mouth cum enter the head of my cock.

She was on her knees; and I lowered myself to the floor. Her mouth never left my cock. I lay back on the floor as she continued administering a superior blow job. Her head was bobbing up and down as her lips maintained a tight grip on my cock shaft.

She lifted her head and smiled that devilish grin. I motioned her to turn around and back her pussy to my face. As she did so, I tugged her panties off the pussy and resumed eating that shaved pussy.

It was oozing creme which seemed to thicken with each slap of my tongue on her clit. Every woman I had ever eaten told me how well I did that; and how they wished their husbands could take lessons.

That white creme was so sweet and tasty; I could not get enough. I finally slapped her ass and told her to climb on for a ride. She knew what I meant.

She moved forward and straddled my cock. Her back was to me and she lowered that sloppy pussy onto the head.

She began rising and lowering herself onto my cock. She was riding up and down like a bull rider in the rodeo. I began to picture her with a cowboy hat and chaps; perhaps another time.

She rode up and down for about 10 to 15 minutes. She was hitting orgasm after orgasm. She came so hard and frequently her juices were flowing onto my balls and pubic area. That was one of the reasons I always shaved. I did not want to leave with a smelly residue in my pubic hair. No hair meant no pussy smell.

I slapped her on the ass and told her to climb off. She had that disapointed, spoiled little rich girl look on her face as she climbed off. I told her to get on her knees and elbows as I wanted to fuck doggie style. She squealed with glee as she positioned herself.

I got behind her and positioned my cock at her pussy hole. It was gaping open and was still soppy wet. I took hold of her ass cheeks as I began to push my cock in. She was so open, I went into the base of my cock. I was holding tight on her ass as I began pumping my cock in and out. Her pussy took it all.

I was fucking her hard; driving my cock deep into her aydınlı escort with every thrust. I looked out the doors and saw the nosy neighbor watching. What the hell, I thought. If Mona doesn’t mind, why should I. I lifted one of my hands and blew a kiss at her. She still kept looking at us. I wondered if this would be a new client.

As I put my hand down, I spit on my thumb and began running it around her asshole. She seemed to like that. Right then, I decided to drop my first nut load into her asshole. I continued fucking her hard. I had conditioned myself to control the release of my loads; and this was my fourth fuck of the day. My balls were slapping her pussy lips and clit as she continued to squeal and orgasm. That woman had a never ending ability to cum.

My thumb had loosened her asshole enough that on my next pull back, I removed my cock. As she moaned in disappointment, I positioned my cock head at her ass and began to thrust it in.

Her head shot back as my cock head went deep into that asshole. I slapped her ass cheeks to get her mind on something other than the cock which was ripping her ass apart.

I began driving deep and hard. I slapped the ass cheeks; and told her to wiggle and fuck back into me. She did.

I fucked another 10 minutes or so when I felt my load begin to build. That tight ass brought it on quicker than was the norm. She would have to work hard to get the next one.

I tightened my grip on her ass as I began to unload my cum. Spurt after spurt spewed forth into her anal cavity. She was in her glory.

I took my time extracting my cock from her asshole. She fell forward to lie on the carpet. She was used but not quite abused. I rose up and walked around. I dropped onto my knees and held my cock in my hand. It was coated with thick white creme and some brown globs; I knew what they were.

I lifted her head and told her to open wide. She knew her job was not finished until she had done clean up on my cock. She looked for a few seconds; she saw the brown globs from her asshole. But then her mouth went open and down on my cock shaft. Like a real trooper, she gave another great blow and suck job as she lapped my cock clean and swallowed all the residue.

I could feel my balls begin to respond and tighten; I knew another load was starting to form.

I patted her on the head and told her she was a good whore who was now used and abused. She smiled and asked if I would fuck her more before I left. I nodded yes; but neither of us knew what the evening would hold before it was over.

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I hung there for a while not able to hear or see anything in the cabin. I didn’t know where Angel was. Was she still here or was I alone. I was grateful that I could feel the warm fire, it was cold earlier in the day inside the cabin. There was a brief cool breeze that gave me goose bumps all over my nude body but that quickly passed. My cock had gone mostly limp from lack of stimulation, and the breeze I’m sure made it even smaller. The music playing in my ears was classical in nature but nothing I had ever heard before.

I felt fingers run up my thigh. My cock quickly sprung back to life. The fingers wandered my legs occasionally brushing my hard cock. The contact stopped and I felt breath on my neck. Then once again I felt nothing. Slowly my cock softened. I had been brought close to orgasm many times tonight then left hanging.

My cock was feeling relaxed before suddenly it was being sucked back to life . Hands grabbed my thighs as my cock was engulfed.

I couldn’t move at all. The only thing I could do was enjoy this attention. When I felt so hard my cock was going to stretch out of it’s own skin the sucking stopped. This time though I wasn’t left alone, warm water was poured over me from my chest down then I could feel something being rubbed all over my hard cock and balls. Now a new feeling, something scraped across my skin. Is that a razor? Is she shaving me? I feel the cool air kiss my skin as what I suspect to be a razor passes over. As things continue there is no doubt I am being shaved. My entire crotch is shaved before bağdatcaddesi escort I feel the warm water over my body again.

The lathering continued followed by the razor until I had felt every bit of hair removed from my body, everything from my armpits to my thighs.

I had never felt this naked. I was tied as if on display. My hands over my head with my feet as wide as they could go without even hair to cover me. I am very athletic and had thought in the past about shaving my chest in the summer for when I wear a bathing suit. But first this wasn’t summer and second I hadn’t decided to do it. I had lost a bet to Angel and apparently she decided she wanted me shaved.

My arms and legs had gone numb from lack of movement. The headphones were removed and I could hear the crack of the fire once again. The bonds on my legs were loosened, my feet once again touched the ground. When the ropes holding my hands up were loosed I slumped to the ground. I heard Angel chuckle before ordering me to my feet. My hands were undone completely and I struggled to walk where she guided me. She guided me still blindfolded to the bathroom.

“You have five minutes to wash up then be back at the door with the blindfold back on. There is a towel you can use on the rack. Oh ya, don’t even think about jacking off.” Angel’s orders were clear so I quickly used the bathroom and bathed. I looked at my newly shaved body in the mirror. I liked the way it actually made my cock look bigger. I had been told I was on the bigger side beykoz escort already but being shaved made me look huge. I put the blindfold back on and stood at the door. It wasn’t long until the door opened and I was guided into the main room. I was told to lay down I suspected it was the wooden futon in front of the fire. I was guided to how she wanted me. My hands wide over my head, with my legs also wide. Once again she tied me this way and put on the headphones. I heard the camera click so many times in the short amount of time I was able to hear I started to worry about what her plans with the pictures were.

I felt light subtle contact various places on my body. Being freshly shaved made every touch more intense. I couldn’t tell what I was being touched with at first. Soon I was feeling warm breath and kisses wandering over my sensitive skin. A few times my cock would get tasted.

I was kissed long and hard. I felt her legs straddle me, her hot pussy only inches from my cock. Her pussy warmed my stomach as it lowered against my skin. I could feel the wetness of her pussy gliding over me as she continued to touch other parts on my body. She closed the distance between herself and my cock, the warm wet lips of her pussy kissing my hard cock. She slid up and down coating me with her wetness. Finally I felt her pussy open as she lowered her body. She allowed me only to enter a short way at first moving just slightly up and down teasing the head of my throbbing cock. Deeper she moved me, ever so slowly. When she had me halfway caddebostan escort in I involuntarily thrust upward the little bit I could move. She pulled up allowing my cock to fall free of her body. She laid down so I could feel her body against mine and kissed me, she kissed a long time with her pussy against my cock. She removed herself from on top and I felt her tying something around my knees. My knees were pulled apart and secured there. What little movement I had was gone.

Finally she got in position so her pussy hung in front of my face. I could smell the musky sweet smell of her wetness. She slid her legs under my arms bringing me up slightly. Bringing my face that much closer to the pussy I want so badly. I strain to get close enough to taste, my tongue barely touches her skin and only for a moment. She allows me to taste a second time.

My cock feels so swollen that my skin will split open.

She lowers herself allowing me to get a longer taste. My tongue opens her pussy probing deeply. The sweetness of her body sends me into a deeper state of arousel. She lowers farther allowing me to burry my face deep in her wet pussy. My cock sticks out not touching anything and getting no attention. I work the pussy before me in hopes that she will return the favor.

I can feel the wetness increase as her body shutters slightly. I know she is climaxing on my face. This knowledge pushes me somehow even deeper into my state of desire.

After getting her pleasure from my mouth a few times she climbs off me. I feel a few light touches on my throbbing cock. But never do i receive enough to bring me to climax myself.

I feel her straddle me and wipe my face. The headphone on my left ear is pulled away long enough for her to whisper.

“Good night Casper. We’ll finish this in the morning.”

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My heart pounded while I remembered her moans from earlier as I pressed her against the bathroom stall and I hurried to get inside the house and find her. Throwing the door open, I was surprised by the darkness as the warm smell of vanilla drifted over me. I closed the door quietly behind me, tiptoed into the living room, and found her curled up in the chair, bathed in the soft glow from the candles.

Smiling, I tossed my hat on the couch and kneeled down in front of her, listening to her breathing. I felt drunk as I watched her breasts rise and fall underneath the silk pink nightie. My fingers ached to touch her.

Sitting up, I brushed my lips across her cheek and whispered, “Hey.”

I leaned back and watched her nose twitching as she started to wake, her eyes fluttering open. A smile lit up her face as her eyes focused on me. Stretching, she said, “Hey. You’re home late.”

Reaching out, I cupped her check, tracing my thumb along her bottom lip.

“I had some last minute reports to finish.”

“I missed you.” Her tongue flicked across my thumb, then she sucked it into her mouth.

I let my fingers glide up her leg, wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close.

I stood up, bringing her with me. Her fingers fumbled at my waist as she unhooked my heavy belt and pushed at me to walk backwards. I stumbled a couple of steps back and then stopped, smiling a little as she pushed at me to move. I grabbed her thick hair, holding her still, as I licked and nibbled at her lips.

I heard the thump of my belt hitting the floor as we stood in the hallway kissing. Feeling her hands seize my waist, I moved backwards as she guided us into the bedroom. I felt the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed as she broke our kiss and stepped back. Reaching out I grasped her hand and pulled her back into my arms. I felt her heart thrumming as she snuggled against me.

“I’m not going anywhere. I just think you’re a little overdressed.” Her voice was teasing.

“I’m not the only one,” I whispered in her ear while pulling her nightie over her head. I watched, my mouth watering, as the silk brushed against her taut nipples.

Turning us around, I pushed her onto the bed. My blood pounded in my ears as her skin flushed under my gaze. I needed to feel the smooth tuzla escort curves of her warm body under mine.

“Don’t move,” I ordered while I stripped.

Her giggle filled my ears and I pulled up shirt over my head almost missing her singsong, “You’re not at work you know.”

Tossing my shirt to the side, I sensed her excitement as she lounged on the bed, watching me…waiting for me.

“I know exactly where I am and I know exactly what I want,” I said as I stepped between her legs.

I heard her sharp intake of breath as she glanced up at me, her eyes dark.

“I know what I want, too,” she murmured while her fingers reached out to touch me.

“Mmmm. I don’t think so,” I said as I grabbed her wrists.

Pushing her flat onto the bed, I settled between her legs as I felt her thighs wrapping tight around my hips, hugging me close. Holding her wrists in my hands as I leaned over to kiss her, I watched her eyes flick to the side. Following her gaze, my eyes fluttered as I saw that she’d laid out her favorite toys.

I grabbed the silk tie, my heart racing as I wondered who was doing the seducing.

Holding her hands gently in mine, I stared into her eyes and found only desire. I flashed her a little smile when she winked at me while I tied up her hands. She laid her arms back, above her head and arched her body up against mine. An electric jolt spread from my hardening nipples throughout my body as we moved together.

I flicked my tongue across her nipple, sucking it into my mouth.

She tasted faintly of soap when I laved her breast. I wanted to taste her. I needed to taste her.

I ignored her as she chanted, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

I sucked hard at her breast and then soothed her with my tongue as the taste of soap faded away and the taste I craved, her, filled my mouth. Her moans surrounded me as I felt her shifting and rubbing against my hip.

Grasping her hips, I held her still, mumbling around her nipple. “Stay still.”

I smiled as I felt her fighting to calm her body down…to hold still underneath me. My hips felt cold as she relaxed, her legs falling open. I felt her pounding heart under my tongue as I sucked and licked a path across her skin and up the curve of her breast. Tonguing her nipple, I göztepe escort sucked her breast into my mouth, while my hands held tight to her hips.

I tasted her, smelled her, heard her chanting my name, and felt her soft curves and I groaned.

I licked up her neck, mesmerized as I saw her tongue dart out, wetting her lips. I pressed our lips together, kissing her. Our tongues brushed together and I wanted to swallow her whole. We moaned into the kiss and I was desperate for more.

Breaking the kiss, I lapped at her swollen lips as her eyes begged me for more. She thrashed her head from side to side and her moans filled my ears as I traced kisses down her body while holding her hips still.

“Shhhh. I promise to take care of you.”

I rested with my face between her legs for a minute, dizzy with heat. My fingers tingled as I slid them up her thighs, pushing her thighs open. Breathing in her scent, I felt drunk as my tongue explored her.

Closing my eyes, I ate her cunt, drinking in her smell, her taste and the soft mewling noises she was making in the back of her throat. My mouth watered as I licked at her clit, back and forth, her taste filling my mouth.

Trailing my tongue down, I slid it inside of her, licking and sucking as she wiggled beneath me. I felt my own body wet with desire, and I wanted more. I was pressing my tongue deep and rolling it back and forth, sucking in her wetness, when I realized that her fingers were pushing at my head.

Backing off, I smacked her ass and ordered, “Hands up.”

“Fuck me,” she begged pulling at my hair.

“No. You’re not behaving.”

Taking her hands, I stretched back up her body, rested her hands above her head and looked into her glazed-over eyes.

“Hey. Are you with me?”

“I need you to touch me. Please,” she whimpered.

I felt her entire body shuddering under my touch as I caressed her inner thigh. I kissed her swollen lips as my fingers stroked her clit. I massaged back and forth, moaning into her mouth when I felt her warmth surrounding me as I pressed my fingers deep inside of her.

Panting against my mouth, she begged, “Don’t stop.”

“I love it when you’re wet for me.”

Fingering her, I moved deeper inside her until I touched her smooth, flat spot üsküdar escort and I stroked at it, back and forth as her body arched into my touch. My blood was pulsing, my fingers coated with her wetness and wrapped in her heat.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” I groaned, her body so hot beneath me.

I felt her arms wrap around my head as she pulled me close and kissed me. She licked at my lips, her tongue warm as she pressed it inside my mouth. I sucked her tongue as my fingers moved in and out of her, faster and faster.

“Harder. Please. Harder,” she moaned into my mouth and my heart lurched in my chest.

Shifting, I moved my hip and pressed it against my hand as she chanted, “Oh god…yes…just like that.”

Rocking together, her panting and moaning filled my ears as I felt her shudder as her orgasm flowed through her body. My fingers felt a rush of wet warmth as she tightened around them.

We lay together as I felt her body relaxing.

“Untie my hands,” she breathed, her legs falling open.

I winked at her as I licked at my hand and untied her with my other hand. Sitting up on her elbows, she flicked out her tongue and licked at my fingers. I moaned as our tongues brushed against each other.

I felt her hand press down, between our bodies as she slid her finger between my lips, caressing my clit. Wrapping her other arm around me, I sighed as she rolled us over and hugged me tight. I felt warm and safe and desperate for her touch.

I moaned as she pressed her fingers inside me, stroking me. I closed my eyes, dizzy with need, as I felt her fingers teasing me…playing me. Only she knew how to touch me…to make me moan…to love me.

Her lips felt moist as she kissed me, moving our bodies together. Her fingers massaged my clit and I felt it throbbing. I moaned when I felt her three fingers deep inside me.

“Mmmmmm. I can feel you.,” I panted.

“You like that? Let me hear you,” she whispered.

I rocked my hips into her body as she stroked me faster…harder.

“Oh god…” I moaned.

My eyes closed as I felt the rush of heat flooding my body, her fingers caressing deep inside me, and I came.

“Yesss,” I hissed.

Blinking my eyes open, I met her gaze as she pressed her lips against mine.

Reaching down, I grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled it over us. She settled on top of me, her lips brushing against mine as she breathed, “I was supposed to seduce you.”

“I’m always seduced by you,” I smiled softly at her as her eyes drifted closed.

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It was Christmas Eve and I awoke in my parent’s house in my old bed and opened my eyes. My boyfriend was asleep right next to me. Sometimes I think I have the coolest parents ever. They let me bring my gay boyfriend home for Christmas and didn’t even have a problem with us sleeping together in the same bed.

I awoke, and my boyfriend was sleeping quietly beside me. His sculpted cheekbones were softened by flawless skin, framed by wavy blonde hair, and everything combined to make truly beautiful features. His eyes were closed, his pouty lips were slightly parted. His good looks verged on being too pretty for a man, however, years of ballet training and endless dance rehearsals had endowed his slender frame with deliciously sculpted muscles. Nari had rolled onto his side during the night and his beautiful face was mere inches away from mine.

I thought about waking him up with a kiss, sort of like Sleeping Beauty being awakened when she was kissed by a handsome prince. I liked the idea, but I decided to brush my teeth first. I’d hate to gross out my boyfriend first thing in the morning by kissing him with bad breath.

So, I snuck silently out of bed and padded barefoot into the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush. My plan was to brush my teeth as quietly as possible and sneak back into bed before Nari woke up. Then I intended to kiss him softly on his pouty lips and see if he woke up like Sleeping Beauty.

It was an adorable plan, but it hit a snag. While I was brushing my teeth, Nari woke up and went downstairs to look for me. Obviously, he didn’t find me down there, but he did find a note. I was just finishing up and rinsing my mouth out when Nari knocked on the bathroom door and said, “Hey, you in there?”

I opened the door for my boyfriend and he was wearing a pair of jeans that defied all the laws of denim by clinging so tightly to his ass, thighs and hips it was almost like he was wearing spandex. Even the bulge of his morning erection was clearly visible between his legs.

“Your parents left a note,” Nari informed me, “They went out to do some last-minute Christmas shopping. And your sister went to attend a meeting of some sort of Goth group, the Daughters of Nyx or something.”

“Seriously?” I asked, “The Daughters of Nyx? What kind of name is that?”

Scott shrugged his shoulders and looked adorable as he did so. He was naked from the waist up and his every gesture showed off his toned body. Then he added, “I think the important takeaway here is that we’ve now got the house all to ourselves. The note doesn’t go into great detail, but I don’t think your sister will be back until sometime this afternoon. And your parents could be gone most of the day.”

Nari gave me a mischievous grin and then licked his lips in an overtly seductive manner.

“The house all to ourselves, you say?”

“I do say,” Nari replied, “For at least four hours.”

I looked Nari up and down and smiled. I admired the graceful curves of his slender hips as they rose out of his low-cut jeans. I also admired his taut, toned abs before I placed my hands on his bare flesh. His muscles were hard and firm, but the skin stretched over his muscles was soft and enticing.

“Want to go kiss underneath the mistletoe?” I asked.

“That’s a good place to start, I suppose,” Nari conceded, “but I think he could come up with more enjoyable ideas than that.”

It turns out that Nari’s first idea was for us to take a shower together. The only thing I was wearing was my Calvin Klein briefs and Nari ordered me to take them off while he turned on the hot water in the shower. Of course, I was instantly hard and erect. Then Nari somehow managed to peel off his astonishingly tight jeans without the aid of utility scissors, and we both got into the shower.

Nari’s own cock was hard and erect even before he took his clothes off, however, once free of the confines of his jeans, his cock seemed to grow even larger.

As I stood under the hot spray, I watched water bead up on Nari’s skin. Somehow, he managed to look even sexier as his skin got wet. His naked body glistened and looked smoother and more touchable. So, naturally I reached out a hand and rubbed it up and down his drenched obliques, his abdomen and his smooth pecs. His nipples became darker and almost red as the heat of the shower became almost scalding and his soaking-wet body heated up.

Nari’s body felt exquisite under my fingertips. He was hard muscle, wrapped in smooth, slippery skin, I enjoyed running my hands over his naked body so much I could happily have done it all morning, but Nari had other ideas.

“Put your hands up there,” Nari said, pointing to a spot high up on the wall, “and spread your legs. I’ll wash you.”

Ordinarily I’d wash myself, but Nari had a mischievous grin on his face, which usually meant something he had something fun and exciting planned. Obediently, I spread my legs and placed my hands on the wall above my head. Nari then proceeded to get a handful of bodywash and his kaynarca escort magical hands proceeded to roam all over my naked body and lather me up.

His hands leisurely explored my entire body as he washed me, he spent a lot of time on my nipples, my abdomen, my thighs, my calves and he spent so much time soaping up my cock and balls that my breathing went ragged and I could feel my cock twitch and throb in Nari’s hands.

“Maybe I shouldn’t focus too much attention on that part of your body just yet,” Nari conceded as he released my engorged cock from his grip. I whimpered as he took his hands away. I had been right on the edge of sweet sexual release and my cock pulsed in frustration as it was suddenly and cruelly denied physical stimulation.

Next, Nari’s hands explored the contours of my firm buttocks. He felt up my glutes, he started with his hands on my hips, then he traced the undersides, where my thighs merged into the curve of my ass. He leisurely fondled and squeezed my firm buttocks and one of his hands slowly worked its way down into the tight furrow in between. I gasped and flinched slightly as Nari’s fingertips became bolder and pushed against the delicate pink flesh of my anus.

“Don’t tighten up,” Nari cautioned, “Open for me, don’t make me have to force my way in.”

I spread my legs even further and relaxed my sphincter muscle to allow Nari’s fingers to spear my anus. He worked two fingers inside of me and wriggled them around, causing me to gasp once again. Impaled on his soapy fingers, I felt a sense of helplessness that made my heart pound vigorously in my chest. Something about being naked and helpless was a huge sexual turn on for me, and Nari’s fingers had delivered me to that sensation.

“Uuhhhhhh,” I groaned as Nari’s fingers located my prostate and began to trace his fingertips across it. My swollen cock twitched and seemed to expand to an even greater size as Nari fucked my ass with his fingers.

“I love it when you make sounds like that,” Nari whispered in my ear, “Do that some more.”

It wasn’t difficult to comply with Nari’s request. My body was being probed and stimulated to such an extent that the sounds I made were beyond my control. I gasped as my sphincter was impaled and stretched wide open. Of course, Nari’s knowing fingers probed deep and found the delicious center of my sexual being and stimulated it with devious skill.

My cock began to throb violently, and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. I let out a series of gasps and then Nari withdrew his fingers an instant before my cock could erupt in an intense, soul-shattering orgasm.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered. My cock was so hard and swollen that it ached. It pulsed with need, but Nari was in a mischievous mood and wouldn’t give me what I needed until he’d had his fun.

“I love to hear you make sounds like that,” Nari confided as he stood behind me and reached up to play with my nipples, “You sound so adorable.”

Then, my boyfriend took my nipples between thumbs and index fingers and squeezed hard. The sharp pain of my nipples being wickedly abused sent waves of sensation down to my cock, causing it to twitch. Then I became dimly aware of the rigid shaft of Nari’s cock rubbing up against my ass as I reflexively squirmed in pain.

His cock felt slippery yet unyielding as I gyrated and rubbed my ass up against it. And then Nari removed one hand from my chest and proceeded to use one hand to guide his swollen cock into my ass, while his other hand continued to torment one of my poor, abused nipples.

“Aaahhh, Nari,” I protested as he speared my anus and thrust the thick shaft of his cock inside me. I rose on the balls of my feet, and then Nari suddenly grabbed my chest with both hands and pulled me closer. Suddenly my feet were flat on the ground and his cock was much deeper in my ass. Nari’s cock was coated in bodywash and the soap stung my tender membranes, but I embraced the pain as only a true submissive can. I felt the thickness of his cock as it plunged deep inside me and I screamed boisterously. I was so lucky Nari and I were alone in the house. My scream of ecstasy shook the walls and would have brought my whole family to check on me if they had been home.

“Aaaaaaighhhhhhhh,” I cried out as my hips squirmed and my entire body writhed. Nari’s cock moved back and forth inside me and I came with great, forceful, uncontrollable force. Thick, viscous streams of semen surged through my urethra, erupted from the tip of my swollen cock and my hips shivered and shook in a shameless series of pornographic gyrations as Nari’s cock exploded inside me.

After such an intense orgasm, I trembled and panted for several minutes as I recovered. Nari seemed to take a similar amount of time to bounce back. He pulled his cock out of me and we both stood there under the spray and recovered our strength.

“Merry Christmas Eve,” Nari said once he’d stopped panting.

I chuckled and replied, “Merry Christmas Eve, indeed!”

I turned küçükyalı escort off the shower and we both toweled off. I complained that we still hadn’t kissed underneath the mistletoe, so Nari declared that we’d have to fix that. With both of us still naked, Nari grabbed me around the waist and we went downstairs to the living room, where my parents had hung the mistletoe.

We padded barefoot into the living room and stood underneath the mistletoe. It was just a plastic ornament with bright green leaves, white berries and a red ribbon with a bell hanging from the bottom, but it looked festive and it was traditional for people in my household to stand underneath it and kiss.

“We’re probably the first people to do this while naked,” Nari commented.

“You’re probably right,” I agreed, “This has mostly been a thing where-“

Suddenly Nari’s lips were pressed firmly against mine and he forced his tongue into my mouth. I savored the exquisite sensation of his tongue against mine, and suddenly whatever I was talking about didn’t seem all that important anymore.

A delicious tingling sensation was born in my mouth. It began with my tongue but radiated across my body in waves until I felt it in my cock. Once upon a time I wouldn’t have considered my tongue to be an erogenous zone, but when Nari’s tongue intermingled with mine I was overcome with waves of erotic pleasure.

Nari’s tongue felt wonderful inside my mouth and the kiss went on and on and on. My heart thumped passionately in my chest as we kissed, and my hands roamed across Nari’s body. I wrapped my arms across his waist, I cupped his buttocks, my hand drifted across his shoulders and cradled the back of his head.

I heard myself moan into his mouth and my cock twitched as it brushed against his thigh. My cock was starting to get hard again and my body temperature was rising. I pulled Nari close and felt my hands cupping his butt again when Nari pushed himself away and said, “Wait, I need to get my camera.”

“What? Now?” I demanded.

“Yes, now,” Nari retorted, “We’re naked and kissing underneath the mistletoe! Kim wants pictures of festive, holiday cheer kinds of stuff. If we kiss under the mistletoe and don’t send some photos to her, she’ll never forgive us!”

I rolled my eyes and a disappointed groan emerged from my throat, but I allowed Nari time to get his camera and a tripod. I was in no mood to be interrupted, but Nari was right about Kim. She was a good friend, and we’d promised to send her lots of Christmas-themed photos.

Also, I’d tried arguing with Nari in the past. Nari has tons of energy when it comes to arguing and he always wins. The smartest thing to do was to just give in right away.

And the time her spent unfolding the tripod and setting it up gave me lots of opportunities to admire Nari’s perfectly sculpted ass. I swear, you have to see it to believe it. It’s hypnotic in its beauty.

So, Nari set up the tripod, positioned the camera at the top and took a test photo to make certain it would get both the mistletoe and me in the shot. Then he programmed the camera to take a photo every ten seconds and to stop after it had taken a total of sixty photos.

“It’s a shotgun approach,” Nari explained, “Not all the photos are gonna be good, but with so many to choose from, I’m sure I’ll be able to find five or six that will be fucking awesome.”

So, with the camera on automatic, Nari took me into his arms and gently brushed his lips against my lips. I closed my eyes and a moment later his mouth was on mine. I melted into the kiss and soon forgot that the camera was there. Then I felt Nari’s tongue slip into my mouth and slide up against mine. My body was filled with a delicious tingling sensation as our tongues danced a pas de deux together.

We were both getting hard once again and without planning it, our cocks rubbed against each other. I moaned into Nari’s mouth and idly wondered if it would be possible to cum by rubbing my cock against his.

The more Nari’s tongue caressed mine, the more my cock throbbed. And then Nari broke from the kiss and placed his mouth on one of my nipples. I panted and felt feverish as his tongue toyed with my nipple. Are a man’s nipples to supposed to be sexually responsive? I suppose it doesn’t matter, when Nari worked his mouth and tongue on my nipple, it was remarkably responsive. The things he did with his mouth redoubled my sexual arousal and I let out a loud gasp as my cock throbbed uncontrollably. Then I moaned into Nari’s mouth as he placed his lips upon mine once again and he grabbed my ass with one hand as we began to kiss once again.

I melted into the kiss and the world around me ceased to exist as Nari’s hands, mouth, tongue and deliciously smooth, touchable, naked body became the only things in my universe. I feasted on his mouth and my hands roamed all over his perfect body, relishing in the feverish heat, the firmness of his muscles and the silky smoothness of his skin.

I was enraptured, sancaktepe escort floating along on an endless sea of bliss, when I was rudely snatched from my euphoric state by a female voice rudely demanding, Well, what’s all this then?”

I abruptly disengaged from the kiss, and my focus instantly changed. I had been so enthralled by Nari’s magical lips and tongue, I had failed to notice when several women entered the house. My sister was at the front of this group, however a half-dozen women with pale skin and black attire were trailing close behind.

“Is this a new tradition,” one of the Goth women asked, “kissing naked under the mistletoe?”

“I’m trying to see if it catches on,” Nari said glibly, “If I promote it on social media and target the 18 to 34 age demographic, I think this could really catch on as the new big thing.”

“Why are you even here? Aren’t you supposed to be at some sort of Children of Nyx meeting right now?”” I asked as I tried desperately to hide behind Nari. The prospect of my sister and her Goth friends seeing me naked with my cock humiliatingly erect took me way outside my comfort zone.

“The water in Luna’s home is turned off while the plumber does repairs,” Sophie replied, “so, I offered to let them use our house for the meeting.”

“I’m happy she did,” the palest of the Goth chicks commented, “I like the way the house is decorated for Christmas. It’s got a sort of modern nudist motif.”

“I kinda thought of it as a very Nari Christmas motif,” Nari countered.

As Nari engaged in slick banter, one of the other Goth women glided over the tripod and plucked Nari’s digital camera from its perch.

“Hey, give that back,” I demanded, but the Goth girl had already shoved the camera into one of the pockets of her voluminous black leather jacket.

“Give it back?” she shouted, “It’s got photos of two extremely hot naked guys kissing. Why would I give back a rare treasure like that?”

“Because it belongs to me,” Nari countered, “Giving it back would be the right thing to do.”

I was feeling vulnerable and exposed as I was stark naked in a room full of Sophie’s fully-clothed friends, and I looked for something to hide behind. Nari was just as naked as me, but he seemed undaunted and walked right through the crowd of dark-clad women to ask for his camera back.

“The universe has sent a lot of misfortune my way lately,” the Goth woman replied, “I think I’m overdue for something pleasurable.”

“Seriously?” I demanded from behind my dad’s recliner, “That’s how you justify stealing other people’s stuff? Because you’re unhappy with the way your life is turning out?”

“Winter, that’s my brother’s boyfriend you’re stealing from,” Sophie admonished the Goth girl.

“That’s your brother?” the Goth woman asked as she pointed me.

“Yes, that’s Scott,” Sophie said, “I told you about him. He and his boyfriend are pretty cool for day-dwellers.”

“Why didn’t you tell me your brother was next-level sexy?”

“Ewww,” my sister replied, “He’s my brother! Nobody says things like that about their own brother! That’d be sick!”

“Well, I think he’s yummy,” the Goth lady replied. Then she turned to Nari and said, “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you back your camera if I can have sex with your boyfriend.”

“Seriously?” Nari asked, “You’ll return property that you stole from me if I let you have sex with my boyfriend? What kind of deal is that?”

“What if I let you watch? Would that make it more acceptable?”

Much to my surprise, Nari ended up accepting the deal.

The lady who stole Nari’s camera was named Anya, although she preferred to be called Winter. Apparently, everyone in the Daughters of Nyx has a night-dweller name, and Anya’s night-dweller name was Winter.

Winter’s parents were spending the Holidays with Winter’s aunt and uncle in Burlington, so Winter had the house all to herself until the end of the month. That meant that Nari and I were invited to her house so I could have sex with her without any possibility of interruption.

“It’ll be fun, you’ll see,” Winter assured us.

_____

Nari made the arrangements for the exchange and it was about eight hours later when Nari and I arrived at Winter’s residence. She lived in a single-family home in Yonkers. The home came with a huge front yard and tall trees, both of which were covered with snow. It looked festive, although being coerced into sex didn’t exactly feel like a festive occasion to me.

We went into the living room and Winter offered Nari and I a seat on the couch. She poured herself a glass of wine and then as an afterthought offered some to Nari and me.

After we were all comfortable, Winter jumped right into it and said, “So, Scott, have you ever been spanked as a form of sexual foreplay?”

I nearly spit out my wine at the abrupt and unexpected question and instead demanded, “What kind of question is that?”

“Oh, come on,” insisted Winter, “Most guys would have tried to take that camera from me by force. Instead, you allowed your boyfriend to trade you for the camera like you’re something he bought on eBay. It’s like you’re an obedient sex slave. It doesn’t take a genius to see the submissive tendencies in your psychological makeup.”

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It was Friday afternoon. I got a call from an old work colleague Ben, who I had known for a few years. He knew a lot about me and some of my sexual likes as he knew some of my male friends. He mentioned he was having a few work colleagues over for the weekend and wanted to know if I would like to join them. Straight away I was very keen and excited. He asked me if II would mind wearing a skimpy bikini. I laughed and told him for sure, that would be fine. I got off the phone and went through my bikinis and found the perfect one. It was a Black bikini with g-string bottoms; a sure turn on.

I woke up on Saturday and couldn’t wait for the party. I spent the day lazing around. About 2pm I got changed into my bikini and put a see through white summer dress over the top and headed off to join Ben and his friends.

I got to the house and parked the car. From the outside, his house was big and on a large acreage. I walked to the door and press the doorbell. Ben answered the door and greeted me, inviting me into his beautiful home. Ben walked me through to where his friends were and introduced me. Ben’s friends were older which did not bother me. The youngest would have been in his late 40s and the oldest mid-60s.

Ben showed me around the house before leading me into the kitchen where he passed me a beer.

“I see you wore your bikini,” Ben said after looking me up and down.

“Yes, I did. How about I take the dress off. Would you and your friends like that?”

“Definitely, please do,” he replied.

I removed my dress revealing my bikini. Ben led me back to where his friends were. I could feel their eyes all over my body. It was a turn on being the center of their attention. One of the guys asked if I would like to join them in a game of pool.

“Sure, I like playing pool.” I replied.

The guys set up the balls and passed me the cue, letting me break. When it was my turn again I moved in position. I bent over the table and lined the cue up. As I was preparing my shot I caught their reflection in the mirror. I could see the reflection of the guys standing behind me. I took the shot and moved away from the table. When it was my turn again I leaned over the table and took my time taking my shot. I looked around and notice the guys eyeing off my arse. I stood up and took another look at the table delaying my shot giving the guys more time to perv. I moved to the other side of the table positioning the guys behind me. I raised my left leg and stretched right over the table. I could feel my g-string was barely covering my pussy as I felt a cool breeze against my pussy lips. I took my time taking my shot. I then headed over to the table and finished my drink. Before I knew it, it was my shot again. I could tell the guys were rushing their shots so their eyes could watch my body spread over the table. I took my shot and moved away. The next shot the game was over.

I went to the kitchen to grab a drink then headed back. I sat on the couch watching the guys continue to play pool. One of the guys came over and sat down beside me. We chatted for a few minutes before another guy came over and joined us. As I looked around I could see that all of them continued staring at my body. I moved forward on the couch and moved my legs apart. As I looked down I could see my pussy lips escaping from the sides of my bikini. I grabbed my drink off the table, had a few big gulps and finished the bottle.

“I think you would be more comfortable without the bikini top.” commented the older of the two guys as he smiled.

“It sure would be but wouldn’t you guys be more comfortable removing your shorts.” I replied.

I slowly removed my bikini top revealing my breasts. Without a word all the guys removed their shorts revealing their cocks. I could feel my pussy getting wet. One of the guys next to me ran his hand up my thigh touching my pussy lips. It made me feel so aroused. The two guys on the couch with me had their cocks hard and ready. I took hold and started stroking them both. Another came over and knelt between my legs and ran his tongue over my revealing lips. It felt so good and I could feel my bikini bottoms getting so wet.

I stood up and removed my wet bikini bottoms. I was so turned on and ready to be used. I straddled one of the guys on the couch and slid his hard cock inside my wet pussy. I reached over and started stroking two cocks. I pulled them close taking them in my mouth one at a time and their hands grabbing my breast and pinching my nipples felt so good. I felt a hand on my back pushing me forward.

“How about we stretch your pussy with a second cock, would you like that?” said the guy standing behind me.

“Yes please, fill me.” I replied.

I kept hold of the two cocks, stroking as I felt the second cock enter my pussy. It felt so good I could feel I was going to cum. I moved my hips faster as my body exploded cumming all over their hard cocks. My body started to relax as I felt the guy from behind remove his hard cock. Another guy moved in and slid his cock inside. I could feel fikirtepe escort the two cocks stretching my tight pussy as they pumped their cocks inside me. The feeling was amazing. My thoughts were running wild. I’ve always loved being gangbanged as it made me feel like a dirty slut. I love the feeling of being used and being the center of attention.

After a few minutes I slid the two cocks out and stood up. I moved over to the older guy also sitting on the couch. I bent over and sucked his cock before turning around and mounting him backwards. I slid his cock slowly in my arse taking it all the way in before lying back on his chest.

“You like it in the arse.” One of the guys asked.

“I love it, especially when I have another cock in my pussy.” I replied.

Another guy moved between my legs holding them up as he filled my pussy with his cock.

“That feels so good.” I moaned.

Ben stood up on the couch beside me stroking his cock.

“Are you having fun?” Ben asked.

“Oh yes, I want you and your friends to do what ever you want to me.” I replied.

I took Ben’s hard cock in my mouth and started sucking while the two cocks stretched my pussy and arse. I could feel my body getting ready to cum again. I lay back as my body shook and my pussy came. I continued lying back while they fucked me and I continued sucking Ben. I could feel their cocks getting harder and harder before the guy standing between my legs pulled his cock out and started stroking.

“I’m ready to come baby.”

I sat up and took his cock in my mouth sucking and stroking him until all of a sudden he exploded in my mouth.

“Fuck yeah, suck it baby. That feels good.”

The guys helped me up and laid me on the floor. They gathered around me stroking their cocks.

Ben looked at me. “Time to cover you in all our cum babe.”

“Hmmmm, give it to me.” I replied.

As they stroked their cocks my hands ravished my body fingering my pussy and squeezing my breasts. All of a sudden they started shooting their cum. I opened my mouth tasting the cum landing on my lips and tongue. I could feel the warm cum all over my body.

After a few minutes the guys started to get up. Ben helped me up and passed me my bikini and showed me where the bathroom was. I entered the bathroom and closed the door. I looked in the mirror to see my body covered in cum. I got into the shower and washed myself clean then hopped out of the shower and dried my naked body.

After about 20 minutes I came out of the bathroom dressed in my bikini. My pussy was very swollen and I could feel my bikini riding between my pussy lips. I noticed the guys had headed outside to the bar by the pool where they were drinking. Ben came over and passed me a drink.

“What time do you have to go?” Ben asked.

“I don’t.” I replied.

I put my drink down and headed over to the pool and walked in down the stairs in the shallow end. I swam over to the side where a few guys were sitting on the side.

“So did we look after you in there?” one of the guys asked.

“Sure did.” I replied.

“I can’t believe a young thing like you would enjoy fucking old guys like us.”

“Oh I sure do and the best thing is I have seven of you guys to fuck me how ever you please.”

One of the guys got up from the side of the pool and took off his shorts revealing his hard erect cock. He got in to the pool and swam up behind me. He pulled my g-string to the side as he slid his cock inside my pussy. He grabbed my hips as he started fucking me. Another guy got up and sat directly in front of me. His cock was hard and erect and waiting for my mouth to take him deep. I took hold of his cock and sucked as I ran my lips and tongue up and down his shaft. I felt his cock starting to get harder. I could tell he was ready to cum. He grabbed my hair and gently pulled my head up as he took hold of his cock and starting stroking.

“God yeah taste it babe.” He said as his cock exploded over my face.

I stuck his cock in my mouth and cleaned off his cum. After a few minutes I could feel the cock inside my pussy getting hard. The water in the pool started splashing as he pounded my pussy harder and faster. The guys watched getting ready to take their turns fucking me.

“Give it to her hard. Fill that pussy.” said one of the guys while he watched.

He pulled me close and held me with his cock exploding deep inside my pussy.

“Fuck yeah. You’re nice and full now baby.”

I made my way to the stairs and washed the cum off my face before getting out of the pool. As I climbed the stairs one of the guys passed me a towel. I removed my wet bikini and dried myself off. I walked to the bar for a drink as the guys stared at my naked body.

“I think we should take her inside guys.” Said Ben.

I gulped down my drink before we headed inside. Ben took my hand and led me down the hallway as the guys followed us. There were 4 bedrooms we passed before we entered a large bedroom. There was a king size bed in the room. The room had gebze escort a large TV mounted on the wall viewable from the bed. There was also a large ensuite bathroom with a large spa.

Ben went over to a cupboard hidden behind the door and grabbed a remote.

“How about we watch some porn.” Suggested Ben.

“Sure. I like watching porn. What have you got?” I asked.

“Well since you like being gangbanged, I think I have the perfect movie.” Said Ben.

We focused our eyes on the TV. There was a motel room full of guys all fucking one women. The guys were of all ages all taking turns fucking her every way possible. It was just the type of movie I like to watch.

I was lying on the bed with my legs apart and my pussy was dripping wet. Two guys moved up to the head of the bed and held their cocks next to my mouth. I took turns sucking and stroking each cock taking it slow then fast. Another guy lay down between my legs and started licking my pussy. He spread my lips apart teasing every part. All of a sudden I could feel my body tense. I let go of one of the cocks and put my hand on the head of the guy licking my pussy. As I was about to come I pressed his head into my pussy exploding my cum all over his tongue.

“Oh god that feels good.” I said as I let out a loud moan.

“I want you guys to fuck me.” I begged as I continued sucking.

“Come on guys let’s get a few cocks inside her.” Ben suggested.

The guys moved around the bed changing positions. They helped me up and guided me on to a cock ready to ride. I felt a second cock from behind stretch my pussy. I could feel every inch of both cocks sliding inside me. It felt so good. After a few minutes the guy from behind moved away. I turned my head and noticed Ben standing behind me.

“Time to fuck your arse.” Ben said as he slowly inserted his cock in to my arse.

Oh my god. His cock stretching my arse felt so good, as both guys worked together in rhythm.

“Yes yes, fuck me harder I’m going to cum.” I shouted as my body was almost ready to orgasm.

Ben grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he rammed his cock deeper in my arse. I screamed as my body shook over and over as I came while their cocks continued fucking me. After a minute Ben pulled out his cock ready for the next guy to fuck my arse.

After they all took turns they laid me on my back on the bed. One at a time they got on top of me fucking my pussy. My head was over the edge of the bed, and looking up I could see the guys patiently waiting their turn to fuck me. One of the guys moved over and started fucking my mouth. I could feel his cock deep in my throat. I felt my legs being held and spread further apart which allowed the cock in my pussy deeper access. The guys took turns over and over fucking my pussy and mouth. I could taste their pre-cum as I sucked their cocks. The only taste better than their pre-cum was going to be the taste of their cum.

After a while the guys got up off the bed and helped me up. They positioned me on my knees ready to be fucked from behind. I felt a hard cock enter my pussy fucking me hard and deep. Ben lay down in front of me ready for me to take his cock in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock then took the whole shaft deep in my mouth. I then ran my lips and tongue up and down his cock making him very hard. I took his cock in my hand and started stroking him.

“Oh baby, open that mouth.” Ben demanded as I continued stroking.

I opened my mouth ready to catch every drop of Bens cum. I stroked his cock while the guys kept fucking my pussy. I could tell Ben was ready to cum.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, take it all baby.” Ben said as his cock exploded.

I could feel every drop shoot out of his cock deep in my mouth. With my tongue I licked every last drop off his cock. Ben caught his breath and hopped off the bed. The oldest guy of the group lay down in front of me ready to fuck my mouth. I grabbed his cock and started stroking. I ran my tongue over his cock then started licking his balls. I could tell he enjoyed it by his deep breathing. I felt the cock slide out of my pussy as the next guy moved in ready. This time the cock filled my arse. The feeling was amazing and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I came again. As his cock pounded my arse I could feel his balls slapping against my wet pussy. I slid my hand down between my legs and rubbed my wet pussy before sliding my fingers inside. I took the cock out of my mouth and continued stroking his cock. My body was ready to cum.

“Fuck me harder, harder.” I screamed.

My body came hard as my pussy came all over my fingers. I continued rubbing my wet pussy as my body shook over and over before I started to relax. He continued fucking my arse and his cock got so hard as he was getting ready to cum.

“Oh yeah. Take it babe. Going to fill your arse.” He said as his cock was about to explode.

As his cock came hard I could feel his warm cum in my arse. The feeling was so amazing.

After a minute the guys got up off the bed içerenköy escort and rolled me over onto my back. Again my head was over the edge of the bed. I looked up at the TV. The women had guy after guy cumming all over her, at least 15 guys. What a lucky women I thought to myself. The guys stroked their cocks around me. Watching them was such a turn on. Before I knew it one of the guys started fucking my mouth feeding his cock deep. All of a sudden he pulled his cock out and started stroking hard before shooting his cum all over my face. His cum landing in my mouth tasted so good. Suddenly they all started moaning as they covered my body in cum. I opened my mouth to catch and taste as much as I could. I felt so good and used, lying there covered in cum.

After a few minutes I got up and headed to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my cum covered body before getting in the shower. After a few minutes Ben came in to the bathroom.

“Here’s your bikini babe.”

“Thank you.” I replied.

“The guys and I are hoping you are having a good time?”

“I most definitely am.”

“We are heading out to the lounge; I’ll go get you a drink ready for when you come out.”

“Thank you; won’t be long.” I replied.

After a few minutes I got out of the shower and dried myself. I slipped on my bikini and headed out to the lounge. Ben had prepared some food and for the next hour or so we sat around eating, drinking, and chatting. One of the guys got up and setup the pool table. Three of us got up and headed over to play. Again I could feel their eyes watching my body, so I made sure every time I took a shot I gave them something to look at.

After about an hour of drinking and playing pool a few of the guys suggested we head out to the spa. We topped up our drinks and headed outside. The guys stripped off and a few stepped down into the spa. I removed my bikini and stepped my naked body down into the spa. The water was so warm. As I sat down the guys moved over and sat close around me touching my breast and running their hands up my thighs rubbing against my pussy. I explored with my hands under the water gently massaging their balls and stroking their cocks until they were hard. I sat up and mounted one of the guys sitting next to me. His cock slid deep inside my pussy as the other guys groped my breasts and squeezing my nipples. From behind I was pushed forward as a second cock slid inside my swollen stretched pussy. A Third guy stood beside me and I took his cock all the way in my mouth. Their cocks working my pussy felt so good I was so close to cumming. Just as my body was almost ready the guy from behind was ready to cum.

“Take it baby deep inside your pussy. Feel me cum” he said as his cock got hard and came deep inside me.

“I’m cumming.” I screamed as my body shook with pleasure.

HI could feel his warm cum still shooting as we came together. He removed his cock and stepped out of the spa. I continued riding the other cock and sucking for a few minutes before I hopped out of the spa. I lay down on a deck chair near the spa and spread my legs fingering my pussy. The guys moved over and one guy lifted my legs pushing them down towards my chest. He slid his cock inside my pussy then pulled it out. He did that a few times lubricating his cock before sticking it in my arse.

“Oh my god, fuck my arse hard. That feels so good,” I screamed.

He fucked my arse hard while the other guys stood around watching and stroking their cocks. I could feel every inch of his cock pounding me hard over and over. All of a sudden I could feel his cock stretching my arse ready to cum.

“I want you to feel it in your arse baby.” He said.

All of a sudden I could feel his warm cum filling my arse. The feeling was amazing. Another guy brought his cock over and started fucking my mouth. I pulled his cock in and out of my mouth then teased the head of his cock with my tongue. After a minute he took his cock and moved between my legs and started fucking my pussy.

“Yeah Yeah Yeah. I’m cumming.” He moaned.

He shot his warm cum deep inside me. The feeling was amazing. My pussy and arse were full of cum. He hopped up and stood back as the rest of the guys stood up close around me stroking getting ready to cum. I started rubbing my pussy waiting for their cocks to explode all over my body.

“Get ready babe; take my cum.” One of the guys said as he was ready.

I opened my mouth and felt his cum hit my face. I licked my lips tasting as much in my mouth as I could. All of a sudden the rest of the guys one at a time shot their cum covering my tits and face. So much cum landing in my mouth and the taste was amazing.

I lay motionless for a few minutes as I felt their cum running out of my pussy. I got up and headed to the bathroom for another shower. I cleaned myself off and dried my body. I put on my white see through dress and headed out to join the guys. I looked out the window to see the sun rising. The guys were starting to slow down relaxing in the lounge. I decided to collect my bikini and head home. I thanked the guys for a wonderful night and headed to the door. Ben gave me a hug and thanked me for coming and hoped to see me real soon at his next party. I told him I couldn’t wait but my only request would be more guys. Ben looked at me and promised a lot more guys.

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This is kind of a follow up to one of my previous stories, Ride Home from the Beach.

My boyfriend Joe was really excited by all that happened on that first car ride I wrote about, I mean REALLY excited. It was all he could talk about for the week after and it always got him really horny talking about other guys seeing me nude and the trucker videotaping me as I got myself off. This had been my first real experience with a boyfriend who got off on having other guys see me. It kinda confused me at first, I thought maybe he was testing my loyalty or something, but it turns out that it was just as simple as it seemed. Joe got off on other guys seeing me bare ass. Period! Who woulda guessed? So, this story is sort of an extension on that first experience. It happened about 3 weeks after the initial car ride. Joe wanted to go back to the beach for the day, his old roommate was in town and he thought it would be cool to head out for some partying before school started up the fall session the following week. What I didn’t know was that Joey had sent Richard an email describing in detail everything that happened on that ride home.

Richard showed up at our place on Friday night and we partied for awhile. I was pretty tired and knew the guys would want to spend some time catching up so I went to bed early, while the guys stayed up getting high and talking. The next morning we were on the road to the beach bright and early. Well, around 8am anyway. It was about 2 and half hours to a place called Roy Carpenter’s Beach in Rhode Island. We loved this beach, it was nice and you could bring coolers of beer on it and no one bothered you for partying as long as you were cool about it. We had a great time. The sun, the water, the waves… everything, It was just a perfect day. We really had a riot playing in the surf. Both guys also paid me plenty of attention; a girl’s gotta love that. I hadn’t known Richard too well before that day, but really got to like him, he had this wacky sense of humor that you just had to laugh along with.

I had one incident that could’ve put a damper on the day, but Rich was cool in how he handled it. A huge wave sent me sprawling. When I stood up, I didn’t realize that my bikini top was around my waist. Joe was behind me body surfing and didn’t notice. Rich, however was standing just a couple of feet away watching me in the water. He stepped forward and pulled my top back up over my breasts with no hesitation. I was embarrassed, but thanked him for his help. I was pretty impressed with his chivalrous gesture. I’m sure a number of people probably got a good look at my liberated breasts, but they aren’t that big and didn’t seem to draw any attention. I thought that it was a sweet gesture on Richard’s part nonetheless.

That afternoon around 4, we decided it was time to start thinking about heading back home. The sun had begun its sink into the west and the beach was thinning out. It was still really hot though; probably high eighties and I decided to take a nice cool shower before going back to the car. I had learned my lesson from the last time. The guys on the other had decided to just hang out in the car partying while I showered.

I had brought a dress with me, no hot uncomfortable bathing suit for the ride home this time. The dress was a simple white sundress that buttoned down the front and 2 spaghetti straps that held it up. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and it felt really sexy walking to the car with the two guys waiting for me.

As soon as I got there, I could tell that the guys had been partying a bit harder than I had thought. Rich was passed out in the middle of the back seat with his feet stretched out over the front console between the front seats. Joe had his seat reclined and appeared to be conked out as well. When I opened the driver’s door, Joe opened his eyes looking up at me. I told him that I would drive at least as far as the highway and let him straighten out a little bit. Rich seemed to be really out of it. He had a beer cradled in his lap and there was a half-spent joint in the ashtray. Joe moved over to the passenger seat and I reached into the back seat and got a cold beer out of the cooler next to Rich. I got in the car, relit the joint in the ashtray pulled out of the parking lot.

“You guys must’ve really been packing it down while I showered,” I said to Joe.

“Well”, Joe said, “not me too much, but Rich had a pint of brandy and well…. He pretty much wiped it out. Between the beers and hooch and then the brandy, well he’s loaded and out of it for the ride home I guess. I’m ok though, just a little burned out from being in the sun all day. I’ll be fine to drive when we get near the highway.”

“Good” I said passing the joint over to him.

We weren’t on the road for long when Joe started getting frisky. He started rubbing my thigh, and telling me how sexy I looked in my dress.

“You wearing anything under it” he asked.

When I smiled over at him and told him not to fresh, he slid his hand up to my bare pussy and started to gently massage my clit. It felt delicious çekmeköy escort and I opened my legs to give better access as I drove. He moved a hand up to my chest and cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing across my erect nipple.

I looked in the mirror, and said. “Joey as good as this feels, we shouldn’t… Ritchie’s back there, I don’t want to have him wake up and see what you’re doing”.

“Shhhhhh,” Joey soothed, “Ritchie’s passed out, he’ll never know. I’m thinking if I can get you hot, I might be able to undress you again, it was so fucking wicked the last time”.

I knew he loved our last experience, but I couldn’t see how we were going to be able to do anything like that again. I looked into the mirror and Ritchie was out cold and what Joey was doing to me felt so delicious. I decided to just relax and enjoy the attention for a little while. I really loved Joey and really would’ve done pretty much anything he asked within reason. If Ritchie really was passed out, then maybe this could be considered reasonable. I shifted slightly in my seat and opened my legs a bit further so he had easier access to my tender vitals. He grinned and started unbuttoning my dress for even more access.

Pretty soon he had it completely open. The wind from having the top down on the car blew my dress back, revealing me completely to whoever looked our way. It was so exciting to be driving naked again though. Joe leaned over and sucked one of my nipples deep into his mouth while pushing the straps of the dress off my shoulders. The dress dropped down my back so that I was more or less just sitting on the material; otherwise I was completely naked driving down the road.

Joey caressed my breasts until my nipples were tight and puffy. He leaned over again and sucked the other nipple into his mouth. It sent ripples through my body. With his other hand, he slid a finger into my wet pussy and slowly started to slide it in and out. After just a few seconds he sat back leaning against the passenger door and watched me drive.

I had already gotten pretty excited and really needed to get my attention back on the road. I already totally turned on and loved to have him looking at me like he was. I think it was also getting me hot knowing that Ritchie was just behind us in the back seat and could wake up at any moment and see me driving like this. With that thought I looked in the mirror again and he was still out cold, he hadn’t moved.

Joey saw me look and told me not to worry, just enjoy the moment. He started to caress me again, softly rubbing my pussy. I moaned quietly as he slid a finger back into me. I was definitely getting hot, maybe too hot. I was having some trouble concentrating on driving. We came to a red light and I leaned back, closing my eyes to enjoy what the finger was doing down there when I heard a horn.

I opened my eyes and looked to the next lane and there was a pickup truck with 2 construction guys maybe in their mid 40’s staring at me with leering grins. One of them called over “Nice tits baby, how about a blow job for an old man?”

I just smiled and waved toward the guys in my car. “Sorry honey… I’ve got all I can handle right here, thanks anyway.” As the light changed, I heard him yell out, “love your pussy”. I just beeped the horn and took off. Joey’s car was really pretty fast and we left those 2 behind us quickly.

Joey laughed about the encounter and continued to play with my pussy and breasts as I drove. After a while I just couldn’t drive safely. I pulled over and was really pretty hot by this time. I didn’t care who saw me naked, in fact it got me off even more when I thought about the possibility of being seen by passersby. I told Joey that he’d have to drive and got out of the car intending to walk around to the passenger side to get in. I didn’t even think or I guess care about how busy the road was that we were on, but was reminded as soon as I got out of the car.

Horns honked as I made my way around to the passenger side of the car.

My face was flushed and I anxiously looked back to see if all the noise had woken up Ritchie. But he hadn’t moved.

“Really… Jenn… don’t worry about Ritchie”. Joey said exasperated. “It’d take a bomb to wake him up. Don’t you remember me telling you about trying to get him awake for classes.”

I did remember that, but still felt a little nervous and excited to be not only naked but also aroused with him back there. I knew Joey would continue to play with my body as we drove and I wanted him to. On one hand it was exciting to be doing this with him right there in the car… it was a real rush, but on the other hand, I just wasn’t too crazy about putting on a show for his old roomie in the process. I have to admit though, the danger of getting caught was really getting me super hot, so I guess that hand was winning out… twisted girl that I am.

About 10 minutes later we turned onto the highway, it was only maybe 5pm so it was still plenty light out. With all the trucks I decided to recline my seat back into a less conspicuous position. cevizli escort I was sitting a little bit kitty corner in the seat with my head kinda against the inside rear door area of the car and my pussy facing Joey. He was still playing with it. I was soaking wet by now and my breathing was just a little ragged, not out of control or anything yet, but definitely excited and wanting more. With my seat reclined, my head was about maybe a little above Ritchie’s crotch area and I could see the tip of his dick sticking out the top of his bathing suit. Joey caught me looking and smiled over at me.

“Wonder what’s he dreaming about Jenn” and he laughed

I giggled

You know Jenn, I’d love to see you suck on that”.

I laughed at him… “No way, not a chance” I said.

“Come on Jenn, it’s a perfect opportunity. You give such great head, I always wanted to watch you suck someone else’s cock while I watched, it’s one of my fantasies”.

“Yeah and when if he wakes up, what then”? I asked. “No way, so stop begging.”

“He’s not going to wake up, but if he did, he’s so drunk that he’ll never remember anything about it. Come on Jenn, this is perfect, It’ll be just between the 2 of us, he’ll never know and I think it’d be so awesome to watch you suck his cock. How often does an opportunity like this come up? Probably never again… I know you wouldn’t do it if he were awake, but this is different”.

“Stop it… ” Then I looked at Richie and back to his dick again considering…

I don’t know” I replied… laughing… What if he wakes up while I’m doing it; I’d be so embarrassed… Why do you want to watch anyway, I’d think you’d be jealous to have me giving some other guy head? You know even if he doesn’t wake up, he’s probably going to come in my mouth, doesn’t that bother you?”

“Jenn, it doesn’t… I mean I don’t know why it gets me off, it just does” Joey said. “I think it’d be wicked cool to watch you doing some other guy as long as I got to watch and wasn’t worried about you leaving me for him or something. I don’t know maybe it just gets me off thinking that you would do something like that just because you know how much I’d enjoy it. This isn’t much different from that time that you got yourself off while I watched. It was just you and I, you weren’t comfortable with that either, but got into it and I loved that. This is just like that, Ritchie’s out for count, he’ll never know what happened and I think it’d be so fucking hot to watch you do him.”

I looked back at Richie and then back over to Joey “I don’t know Joey…. I’ll kill you if he wakes up”.

With that Joey reached around and grabbed Ritchie’s foot and started to shake it hard, saying, “Wake up Ritchie, come on buddy wake up, I gotta tell you something.”

I grabbed his arm and stopped him, “Don’t do that you idiot” I said laughing, “that’s just what I need to have wake up and see me lying here next to him naked …jeez I don’t know about you sometimes, you’re such a jerk, what’re you’re thinking.”

“I just wanted to prove to you that he sleeps like a log, He didn’t even budge did he?”. Actually he had groaned a little bit, but that was about all.

“Come on Jenn, do this for me… please, I’m begging you, we’ll probably never get this chance again”. He pulled the top of his bathing suit down to release his hard dick and said “Look how hard I am from just thinking about it Jenn, I want to see you do it so bad”. His dick was really hard and the head a deep purple color, he was definitely getting off on the thought of watching me blow his old roommate.

“Joe I’ll kill you if he wakes up or if he finds out about this ever Joey, I swear it”.

“I promise Jenn, nobody but you and I will ever know”.

Joey was practically shaking with excitement over the idea. His dick was literally twitching and he seemed not to be able to resist giving it a stroke while he drove. I don’t think I’d ever seen him quite this excited before.

This was something new and to be honest I found it kind of sexy and kinky too… hell I guess I thought it was really sexy to do this in front of Joey. With my seat reclined, I was a little above the level of Ritchie’s waist and when I looked over I could still see the head of his dick just peeking out. I wondered what he was dreaming about to give him such a hard on. I wondered how what I was about to do would affect that dream.

I moved over so that I was lying on my side right next to Ritchie. My hands trembled as I reached over and very gently undid the button at the top of his shorts. I looked up to see if he had moved or felt anything. Nothing, he was still out of it.

I looked over at Joey who was trying to split his time between driving and looking in the rearview to see what I was doing. I reached back up and caught his zipper and very slowly pulled it down, the whole time watching Ritchie’s face for any sign of waking. He didn’t move a muscle. I pulled the top of his shorts open and his dick popped up, hard as a rock. It was a nice one and it was unique in that it erenköy escort had a huge head on it, I’d never seen such a large head on a dick before. It looked to about the size of a small lemon, I wondered if I was going to be able to get my mouth around it even. The way Ritchie was sleeping, most of his butt was kinda hanging off the seat. I tugged a couple of times and his shorts came out from underneath him, I was able to pull them down his legs and out of the way. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Joey was spending more time watching me than driving now and I pointed to the road.

“Watch where you’re driving” I whispered, and I pointed out the windshield. He turned back to the road, but almost as quickly turned back to watch me.

I reached over and very gently took Ritchie’s dick in my hand. It felt hot to the touch. I was lying on my side facing the driver’s side of the car in my seat and I slowly started to stroke his hot dick. A tractor-trailer came slowly by us in the passing lane. I looked up as the passenger looked right down at me lying there nude with Ritchie’s dick in my hand.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just tried to ignore them as I played with Rich’s dick. I kept checking him to see if he was waking up or anything and it didn’t look like he was. Pretty soon traffic forced the truck to pass us. When we were alone again or as alone as one can be naked in a convertible on a highway, I snuggled closer to Richie and lay my head on his stomach. I pulled his dick down to me and leaned forward to kiss the tip of it. I heard Joey let out a moan and when I looked over at him, he was stroking his own dick while he watched me in the mirror. I looked in the mirror and caught his eye as I lowered my head to the stiff dick in front of me. I wrapped my lips around that huge head and then rolled my tongue around the engorged mushroom.

Joey moaned, “Oh Fuck, I’ve got to find a place to pull over to watch this”.

I worked on just the head of the dick for a couple of minutes and then in one motion, took the whole thing into my mouth. Ritchie arched his hips and gasped, Joey moaned. I released his dick and turn to look up at Ritchie’s face in horror.

His eyes were still closed but he was breathing a little faster. I looked over at Joey.

He just shrugged his shoulders and laughed saying, ” I told you you were good, even passed out he’s loving it.”

I looked back up at Ritchie and he did seem to be just as out of it as before I started. I thought maybe it was true what Joey had said. It still spooked me though. I looked back at Joey and then at Ritchie and finally leaned back over him and started again on him.

I ran my tongue down the shaft and slowly stroked him as I sucked/licked/kissed that big head. I could hear the traffic passing by us over the stereo but didn’t pay attention to anything other than what I was doing to Ritchie.

Joey had his own dick out was stroking it as he tried to watch me with his friend and drive. I felt the car begin to slow and looked up to see that we were pulling into a rest area. Joey looked back at me and said that there was no way he could drive and watch what I was doing. The area wasn’t at all crowded and Joey parked as far as he could from the rest rooms.

Once he parked, he reached under his seat and pulled out a vibrator, then turned to watch me as I started to go down on Ritchie again. Without the road noise, I could hear that Richie’s breathing was fast and see that his dick was twitching. The head began to swell and I thought he might be getting ready to explode. I stopped moving and he began to calm down. When his dick stopped twitching, I went back to work on him again.

I took it out of my mouth and kissed and licked the shaft while fondling his balls. Joey slid the vibrator between my legs and against the folds of my pussy. I almost bit down on the Ritchie as the rush of pleasure surged through my body. Joey slid the vibrator slowly back and forth along my pussy lips as I started to suck on Ritchie again. I stroked his shaft faster as I wrapped my tongue around the head of his dick. Ritchie let out another moan and gasp. I didn’t even bother to look up. I was getting so hot from what Joey was doing that I was losing control myself. Ritchie’s hip started to slowly pump as I sucked. I kept stroking the shaft while sucking and kissing his dick. I moved my hand down and cupped his balls again rolling them around in the sack.

I pulled his dick out of my mouth and lifted his balls into my mouth and sucked first one then the other one. He tasted salty just like the ocean. By this time I was moaning pretty hard and was definitely out of control. I finally released Ritchie’s balls and was just taking the head of his dick back into my mouth when Joey slid the vibrator deep into my throbbing pussy.

I sucked the whole dick into my mouth, feeling that huge head slide down my throat. Ritchie let out a loud moan as I took all of him into my mouth. I held the base of his dick and started to slowly deep throat him while Joey watched. I twisted my head from side to side while I took his dick deep into me. I had my tongue wrapped around the shaft and I paid special attention to the spot just under the head on the shaft. Ritchie was thrusting his hips to meet my mouth as I moved to swallow him on each down stroke.

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I was immediately suspicious. Leon was smiling today and talking nice. Just yesterday he’d popositioned me for the hundreth time and I’d turned him down for the hundreth and one times—I’d turned him down before he asked the first time—and then he’d gotten pissy and I’d given him lip back and he’d pulled back a lucrative assignment. A faded, and largely harmless, movie star gig that would have paid my rent for the rest of the month.

And yet he’d called me in again today. Usually after one of these fights with my pimp, I would be left in limbo for a week or more. I decided he must be short of staff.

“You ride a horse, don’t you?” he asked, using his fat lips to shift his smoldering cigar from one cheek to the other.

“Yes, of course,” I answered, thinking that maybe that’s what narrowed down the pickings to me.

“Thought so. Pack your bags for the weekend.” And, with that, Leon slapped an airplane ticket folder down on the coffee table. I picked it up. Destination Dulles Airport, the international airport located in northern Virginia that serviced the Washington, D.C., area.

“Where from there?” I asked.

“You’ll be picked up. Client doesn’t want to say.”

“And the driver will know me by . . .?”

“Oh, yeah, you’ll be a platinum blond.” Leon was smiling. I didn’t think this was all he had to say. But I stood and turned for the door. If I had to dye my hair before I had to be at the airport, I’d best get to it.

“All over.” Leon said. I turned, and he was grinning. Well, OK, that made sense if the hair color was a fetish of the client’s. More time, though. Still Leon seemed entirely too pleased. I stood there, knowing I hadn’t heard it all yet.

“Except, there is to be little all over. You’re to shave everything but your head and a V at the bush.”

“A V at the bush,” I said in a deadpanned voice.

“Yes, pointing to the goods.”

“Well, OK, I’ve had to do worse,” I said. I took one last look at Leon before I turned and left the room. He still had a sloppy grin on his face. I still had the uneasy feeling that I didn’t know everything he found amusing. But it wasn’t my job to know everything. I got paid very well for doing what I did and shutting up about it.

My plane was two hours late landing at Dulles, apparently because bad weather at both the Chicago and Atlanta airports, which were nowhere near was I was traveling, had the jets stacked up in holding patterns across the country. I didn’t mind the extra time in the air, though. Our flight wasn’t crowded, and I made friends with a distinguished-looking man sitting beside me who I’m sure I recognized from the television as in some sort of political job. We had enough time to chat that the delay earned me an extra $100, when I let him slip into one of the johns with me and give me a blow job, him sitting on the can beating his meat into a paper hand towel and me with my butt perched on the small sink and my heels dug into the floor to counteract the slight pitching of the plane. He seemed turned on by the platinum-blond V and licked it down into swirls of curly waves, so I guess that wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

I hadn’t been standing at the baggage area for long—I didn’t have more than I could put in my carry-on, but this was where I was told to stand—before I was approached by an extremely well turned out coffee with cream young guy, complete with contrasting dark brown chauffeur’s livery and a big welcoming smile on his face. He was maybe three or four years younger than me and shorter than I was by a couple of inches and a little stocky—but in a solid, four hours-a-day in the gym sort of way. Bullet headed, totally bald, big hands, big feet in his slicked-up black shiny shoes. All promising.

He seemed to have no question who I was. I was standing in front of the designated pillar just off to the left of the baggage belt—and there was the platinum hair that I had moussed up into slight spikes. The West Coast surfer look to go with the tan I’d worked so hard on. I struck the pose for him, and I could tell in an instant he was interested. I often found the clients barely fuckable, but I occasionally, like now, was able to develop other side prospects while on a job. That gym-muscled look, the big hands and the big feet. And the bald head. Testosterone building up somewhere.

He took my bag, even though we both knew I could handle it without any huffing, and led me up the ramp to where a black Lincoln limo was parked right at the door, its engine idling, daring an airport cop to give it a ticket and find out who he or she had inconvenienced.

Eric wasn’t exactly chatty, but he willingly gave me his name as we nosed out of the airport spaghetti pattern of roads and onto Route 28—at least according to the signs—and headed east toward I95, the main highway running north and south on the East Coast. He didn’t ask me my name, however, and he shut down when I asked him the name of the one who had sent for me. Good. Eric didn’t fuck and bağdatcaddesi escort tell.

When he turned west on Route 50 before we got to the intersection with I95, he was friendly enough to tell me where we were going.

“Middleburg. We’ll still be in this suburban congestion for a while, but it won’t be much more than half an hour now before we reach Middleburg. Five Oaks. It’s just on the other side of Middleburg.”

Ah, information. I liked to have my bearings. At least something to process if a client was being too rough and I wanted to head for the exit.

“Middleburg. Middleburg. I’ve heard of that before, but I don’t—”

“Maybe from back in the Kennedy era,” Eric said. He had his eyes looking at me in the rearview mirror. He looked very interested. He obviously had been told not to say much, but he wanted to be friendly. He was assessing me just like I was assessing him.

“You may be too young,” he continued, “but you may have heard about Jackie Kennedy and her horse riding both when her husband was president and then for years later. They had a retreat out here in Middleburg. They ride to the hounds out here, old Southern style. The closest place to the White House that she could do that.”

Ah, yes, I remembered hearing that now. Horse riding. Another piece of the puzzle Leon had tossed out on the coffee table. I was riding to the hounds this weekend, maybe. I wondered if Leon had any idea what the difference was between western saddle riding in California canyons and riding to the hounds in Virginia. Well, I’d cope. I always did.

“Thanks, Eric,” I said. “Thanks for the information.”

“Don’t mention it.” He was giving me a big smile in the mirror. Some sort of understanding established. I had a friend here if I needed it—maybe a very friendly friend. I took the plunge.

“Later, maybe, Dude?” I said and flashed him a smile.

“I’d like that,” Eric answered, the grin I could see in the rearview mirror going from ear to ear.

After driving through Middleburg, one of those “quaint” little country towns that looked like it had barely cleared the eighteenth century and was obviously dripping in old money, we drove for maybe six more miles. The scenery was quite an attractive and calming switch from the frenetic pace and arid conditions I’d left that morning—rolling Virginia countryside of majestic oak trees, well-trimmed pasture land, and endless sweeps of white wood rail fencing set against the backdrop of bluish-shaded mountains to the west. We turned off to the south and drove not more than a half mile more before we turned right between two massive stone columns with marble eagles perched on top of each. A bronze plaque in one of the columns announced we were at Five Oaks.

“The five oaks are all gone now,” Eric suddenly piped up from the front seat. He hadn’t spoken since we’d struck our unspoken deal. We’d both been sitting and enjoying the scenery—and at least I was contemplating what Eric had to offer under that dark brown chauffeur’s livery.

I grunted my acknowledgment that I’d heard what he said and appreciated the bit of conversation. He went on, “There are more like a hundred oaks now. Northern money.”

Another piece of proffered information. A client who was rich and on the make in the South while being carpetbagger. Grasping and probably anger issues. I sensed bondage and maybe a bit of SM. Well, with the fees we charged, we did see a bit of that. Leon knew I had my limits. But maybe that was why Leon was so nice all of a sudden after our fight and had that sloppy grin on his face when we parted.

We drove for maybe another quarter mile on a freshly asphalted two-lane road running between some or all of those hundred oaks, which must have been pretty mature when they were planted, because they were quite impressive now.

I heard where we were headed before I saw it. The baying of hounds. We turned a corner and there it was, a massive, stately brick building, a traditional American Georgian four over four over an English basement with wide portico held up by four hefty white columns. Newer, but still old, two-story brick wings jutted out from either flank of the antebellum center structure. And gathered on an oval lawn in front of the house was a swirl of sleek, lean horses; riders in scarlet coats and tan breeches; and an undercurrent of teeming hounds, some black, some brown, but most white with brown splotches on them. Everything was chaos and loud gossiping and obvious preparation for a fox hunt. I thought I’d stumbled onto an MGM set. I expected to see Elizabeth Taylor and Rock Hudson stride down the stairs from the portico and mount their fine fillies at any moment.

I had only a glimpse of this, though, as Eric pulled the limo around the side of the house and wound his way through a sea of Mercedes and Jaguars and BMWs, many with horse trailers attached, all parked willy-nilly around under the trees at the side and back of the house. Eric pulled beykoz escort up to a detached five-car garage, hidden neatly behind huge boxwoods at the back corner of the house. He retrieved my bag from the trunk and ushered me, without a word, as if he sensed we now were being closely monitored, into a side door of the house.

We were in a narrow, oriental-carpeted hallway that split the width of the house. From down the hall, a distant patch of light, I could hear loud conversation and the braying of a loud voice for someone to get out there and get the hunt in order and then we arrived in the broad center hallway of the center structure.

The braying voice belonged to a distinguished-looking, trim, yet solidly built, handsome in a matured way man, carefully barbered hair with graying at the temples, standing at the foot of a sweeping curved staircase rising to the upper story, several paces short of a double door with wide side windows looking out onto the portico. The doors were open, and I once again saw beyond those the swirl of scarlet jackets and fine horse flesh standing in a frenetic swirl of braying hounds. The man, who obviously was in charge—who obviously was in charge no matter where he was—was alone in the foyer by the time Eric and I reached it. He turned and saw us and scowled.

“You’re late,” he said. “Almost missed it. Eric take him to the scarlet room. Dress quickly and come down. We have a horse ready for you. You should be able to make the last trumpet.”

That was it. That was all he said, and then he was out the door. I didn’t have much doubt this was the client and that he was the dominating type.

We started up the stairs, Eric ushering me to go first. Half way up we were accosted by another equestrian hurrying down the stairs, pulling on white kid gloves, decked out like the rest, a black velvet-covered helmet already on his head.

The same man who had just walked out the front door onto the portico.

“You’re late,” he said in the same disapproving, “to be obeyed” voice. “Dress quickly and get out there.” He swept by me, brushing against my sleeve. Eric, probably well accustomed to this, deftly turned to let him pass without contact.

Twins. There were two of them. Another possibility for Leon’s grin.

Eric escorted me up the stairs and down a long transverse hallway deep into one of the wings. The silence of the house contrasted with the muted sound of the developing hunt filtering through thick brick walls. He stopped at the last door down on the hall at the back of the house, opened the door and set my carry-on inside, and then stepped back to let me enter. When I had moved through the door, it clicked behind me, and I was alone.

Scarlet was a good name for the room. It certainly was scarlet—the carpet, the drapes on the windows, the bedspread and drapery on the solid mahogany four-poster canopy bed set between two windows looking into the back yard. The spines on the books in the bookcases beside the fireplace. A rich-looking oriental rug spread in front of the fireplace had a scarlet background. Even the burnished wood of the walls, and the fireplace mantel and surround were a rich red mahogany.

I could see riding clothes laid out on the bed and a pair of gleaming black leather riding booths at the foot of the bed, with a black leather riding crop balanced on the toes. A riding shirt, a scarlet jacket, a black velvet-covered riding helmet, and a pair of tan breeches that flared at the hips and had leather ovals at the inner thighs—the three-quarter-length breeches that were called jodhpurs. And an athletic supporter with a sturdy cup made out of some sort of hard plastic.

I walked over to the foot of the bed and looked up into the canopy frame. Just as I thought. A steel-cage structure inside the wooden frame that gave the bed stability and would take a lot of weight. And in the upper corners at the top of the pillars at the foot of the bed, leather leads and ankle restraints tucked up into the canopy. I walked around to the head of the bed as I started shedding my clothes. I saw the black leather bands around slats at the headboard and looked between the headboard and the wall. Sure enough, wrist restraints tucked down there. I opened the door of the nightstand beside the bed. Piles of condoms, tubes of lube, a collection of dildos, leather blindfolds, and gags with rubber balls for the mouth to prevent the subject from biting his tongue or pulverizing his teeth by gnashing them.

Scarlet room. A very good name for it. Well, forewarned and all that. At least the fee was appropriately impressive.

I dressed quickly, and all fit well—Leon obviously having given them my measurements—except that the jodhpurs were skin tight, were so low slung the top of my platinum V spilled out in curls over the waistband before I got the shirt and jacket on, and I wasn’t so sure that the seams of the jodhpurs would hold under the strain of my thighs and glutes.

The hunt caddebostan escort wasn’t anything to write home about. It was probably quite exciting, and I’m sure catching glimpses of the fox as she gave us a merry chase across the manicured pastures and through the sylvan glens was thrilling for those who were paying attention. But I was doing everything I could just to stay horsed and not make I fool of myself among all these avid equestrians. This wasn’t anything like riding the range in the West.

Luckily, no one noticed what a novice I was. And in the hour of cooling down from the blooded excitement of siccing a pack of frenzied hounds on a tiny red fox, when we were all standing around and stroking the flanks of fine horse flesh on the lawn of Five Oaks, each sipping his or her preferred form of southern comfort, I was amused to see that I had become a center of attention. Several of the women—and men—had taken a fancy to me and were floating around me, trying to solve the mystery of Bob and Bill’s houseguest.

I had gleaned during the hunt that my hosts were, indeed, twins named Bob and Bill and were fabulously wealthy and extremely powerful in whatever they did and, other than joining in the hunt, were reclusive and seldom in residence at Five Oaks.

While I was spinning lies about my devised-on-the-fly Kentucky roots and charming the pants and panties off my admirers—or at least so it seemed they wished, as evidenced by the young beauty with the thick southern drawl who tucked a card with her telephone number in my waistband—one of the twins stood off to the aside and assessed my every move through slitted eyes. The other twin had disappeared as soon as the first riders to depart started loading their horse trailers.

Eventually, the crowd was quite thin beyond a hopeful handful clinging to my elbow. At this point, the twin must have had enough, because he rudely cut through the ring around me and took me by the arm and said he wanted to show me something in the barn.

I could hear the something he wanted to show me as we approached the barn, which was set off a good hundred yards from the house.

When we entered the structure and my eyes adjusted to the dimness and the straw chaff floating in the air, I saw that the missing twin had a naked Eric bent over a bale of hay, topped by a horse blanket, and was riding him hard from the rear.

Eric was doing a good deal of grunting and groaning and praising of the twin’s performance, but I sort of had the idea that he was doing it to please and because it was expected of him. The glistening of the light sweat on Eric’s undulating muscles under the onslaught of “no slouch himself” twin was a real turn on. The twin was holding Eric’s cheek down on the horse blanket roughly with a hand spread out on his bald head, and Eric watched me as I entered the barn.

“See you started without me, Bob,” the twin who had brought me into the barn said. That cleared up for me who was who.

Then Bill turned to me. “Strip off the jacket and shirt. Leave the jodhpurs and boots on.”

I stripped slowly, exhibition style, but I was doing so for Eric, not for the clients. Eric rewarded me by widening his eyes and smiling big as I pulled my shirt off and slitting his eyes in an obvious reverie of lust. He grunted and twitched as Bob pulled back almost full length and jammed his cock back inside the chocolate muscle man with great force.

While I was slowly shedding down to the jodhpurs, Bill had more quickly stripped down and had moved deeper into the dimly lit barn.

“Come over here. Now.” There was no question that Bill was to be obeyed.

I moved back into the barn, and my eyes opened wide in surprise. Bill was astride some sort of padded pommel horse contraption supported by a grounded center pole, like they used in gymnastics. It had a saddle strapped to the top, stirrups and all. Bill was in the saddle, completely nude. He was angled up at the back of the saddle and was pulling on his meat. His cock was long, if a bit thinnish. And it already was very hard.

“Climb up, facing away from me,” he commanded.

I put a foot in a stirrup and swung my other leg up in front of me as gracefully as I could and over the contraption. Bill held me by the hips as I swung over, helping me to hold steady. I came down wedged in front of him in the saddle, with his long, hard cock throbbing up the small of my back. When I was saddled, Bill reached down at both sides and activated straps across my ankles in the stirrups so that I now was trapped there.

Then he began to make love to me as my butt was firmly wedged against his pelvis. Big beefy, hairy arms encircled me, and he was kissing the back of my neck and running his hands all over my torso, palming at last one hand over one of my nipples and digging below my waistband and inside the supporter cup with the other hand to cover my cock and balls and bring me to the game down there. He was moving his pelvis up and down, dry fucking the small of my back with his dick. He was the client and this was kind of nice anyway, so I moaned for him and moved my body against his. And I turned my lips to his and we kissed deeply.

“Raise up in the stirrups,” he commanded in a hoarse voice, and I did as he directed.

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There was once a brave warrior who lived many centuries ago. Marcus Excalibur was the leader of the rebellion against the Empire. When his second in command was captured by the Queen’s army, he found it upon himself to find his friend and bring him back alive. Marcus chose to go alone. If his army was spotted, a full war would erupt. Many called him crazy, others called him courageous. But he was never seen again. He became a myth, immortalized through storytelling, many painting him as a God. However, in 1647, Queen Penelope’s memoirs were published. A section of her memoirs spoke of an affair she’d had with a handsome stranger when she was only 18, and how his demise came about, this is her story…

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I envied my mother, at 38, she was the Queen of the Empire and the leader of the largest army in the world. She was strong, powerful and feared, yet I was weak, lonely and subservient. All my life, I had been told how to act, what to do, how to speak, eventually, I had to break free, I knew that one day, I would die from insanity. I yearned for freedom.

Mother had already chosen my husband. Count Hirato of Massapequa. The Count was a most unattractive man of 56; bald, overweight and pale, like a ghost. Mother had invited him to stay in the palace for a week in order for us to get to know each other. Mother told me, “the Count is a good man, and will make a great husband.” But, I couldn’t see myself with him. I needed more, I wanted to live my own life.

When I was asleep in my quarters that night, I felt something grab me under the sheets. I was then pulled out of bed and violently pinned against the wall. It was The Count. He wanted to take my virginity now! I made an attempt to scream out for the guards, but I was too slow. He pulled out a sharp dagger and held it to my face, “Keep quiet you shrew, or I will take your beauty from you…” He tore my gown and pulled out his tiny member. His breathing was ever so heavy, I was too scared to even move. He came to my left ear and began to nibble on it. I sobbed to myself and before I could conjure up any sounds of protest… “eargh!!!” The Count spazamed and collapsed on me, his knife falling to the ground.

I was not sure what had happened. He couldn’t have taken my virginity, I hadn’t felt a thing! He pulled himself off and looked down at me as I slid down to the ground. “You will make a great whoreish wife, I will need to teach you a thing or two about pleasing a man.”

“I will never marry you!” I said through my teeth. “You don’t have a choice, your mother and I have already made the decision for you,” he quickly composed himself and left my quarters. I thought about what he’d just said, and it was true… there was nothing I could do. Mother wouldn’t believe any story of rape, I began to convulse and cry. It was then that I made a decision; I would run from home and never return.

I made the decision to abandon the throne, abandon my responsibilities, abandon my people and most importantly, abandon my mother. I snuck past the guards and once I was out of the Palace grounds, I ran… I ran and I ran and I ran. I ran till I could breathe no longer. It soon dawned on me that I had no idea where I was… I had never left the palace grounds before and had no idea of where to go. I was sweating, I was ever so hot… and thirsty. Luckily, I noticed a lake nearby.

I disrobed and dived into the water completely naked. For the first time in my acıbadem escort life, I felt free, rejuvenated and revitalized. I must’ve swam for hours and hours. I let my mind and body escape as I soon found myself sunbathing on a large rock. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a better life.

Hours later, I was awoken by splashes nearby. I rose and looked out onto the horizon. I couldn’t see anyone, yet I could clearly hear someone in the water. I began to panic due to the fact that I had forgotten where I had placed my clothes. Regardless, I was still determined to find out where the noise was coming from. I jumped from rock, to rock, and up a small embankment. What I saw before me, almost completely took my breath away.

Beneath me was a man, completely nude washing himself. I stayed hidden behind a large bush, but I desperately wanted to see more. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. With a perfect, chiseled body, like a Greek God, big broad shoulders, strong manly hands and long wavy blond hair. His physique was exquisite and I found myself breathing heavy. His olive skin only made him look more like a mythical creature from the wild. As he turned, I caught a glimpse of his phallus. I gasped and almost tripped.

Hearing this, he jumped out of the water, reaching for his sword. “Who goes there!?!” he asked, “I demand you show yourself!”

Fearing he would harm me, I raised my hands so he would stop coming closer. “Please! Don’t come any closer! I’m lost, I’m naked and I’ve misplaced my clothes!” He slowly lowered his sword.

“I don’t believe you.” he said calmly. “Show yourself I say!”

I slowly stepped forward, coming out of the bushes. I could see his eyes widen and his jaw drop. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea…I have some clothes you can wear,” he said.

“No, no. Its okay. I prefer to be naked. It’s a beautiful day.” I said.

“I couldn’t agree more. When we are blessed with beauty, it is a compliment to the Gods to show your appreciation of it… as you have.” He was ever so charming.

“My name is Marcus Excalibur, and your name is?”

“Penelope. Its nice to meet you Mr. Excalibur.”

For the rest of the day, Excalibur and I stayed completely nude as we admired each others bodies. He could tell that I found him devilishly attractive and I could tell that he felt the same of me.

I watched him hunt a wild boar and wrestle it to the ground, killing it with his own hands. This was a true man! Brave, strong, fearless and sensitive. As we feasted, he began to tell me stories of his conquests and of all he’d seen.

“Your life sounds so exciting” I said

He lowered his head sighed in sadness, “Yes, I have led an exciting life; but all I’ve ever really wanted was someone to share my life with.” He looked deep into my eyes.

“You are truly an angel.”

Our lips pressed together as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. It felt strange at first, but I soon found myself enjoying it. His strong manly hands began to caress my perky breasts as I felt something else poke my stomach. “eek!!” I screeched.

He let out a laugh. “I take it, you’ve never seen a cock before,” he said. His member was almost a foot long, very thick, very veiny, accompanied by a set of very large, very impressive balls. “Oh my! I think its beautiful!” I said.

I grasped it with both hands and felt his heartbeat though his massive cock. I let out a nervous laugh. He continued to kiss atalar escort me as he subtly lay me down. “are you comfortable my love?” he asked.

I responded by nodding. He began to rub the head of his penis against my clitoris, then slowly entering my wet pussy. I let out a scream of pain. He suddenly stopped, “Did I hurt you my love?” he asked. I was now breathing heavy, still anticipating pleasure, not quite knowing what to expect, “No. Please continue” I said. Ecstasy swept though me as he began to thrust his purple headed warrior in and out of me. Out bodies in a rhythmic dance, I found myself escaping reality, I found myself in a magical, mystical place that I’d never been… I knew this was a place I never wanted to leave.

Our love making went on for well over five hours and ended with the most intense, most amazing, intoxicating feeling I’d ever felt my entire life. As he ejaculated, something happened to me; I felt myself falling…but this was a good kind-of-falling, the explosion was followed by another as I screamed in ecstasy at the top of my lungs.

Our bodies together as one, we held each other for what seemed like hours. He then kissed me on the lips and rolled off me. “I love you!” I said out loud. “and I love you” he responded.

Before I say anything else, I heard a familiar voice yell out… “Freeze! Excalibur! You are hereby under arrest!” In fear I turned around, only to see the General of my mothers army. We were surrounded by 50 men. I looked up at Excalibur; he quickly rose to his feet; still nude, fearless. “You may take me, but leave the lady!”

I made eye contact with the General. It was then that he realized it was me, “You DARE deflower the Queens daughter!!!”

Excalibur turned to look at me in disbelief. “My love! I’m sorry! Please don’t let them take me back!” It was no use, we were quickly separated. Before I could think, I was violently grabbed by a soldier and covered by another. I looked over the shoulder of another, only to see that Excalibur had been wrestled to the ground by 15 men. I began to cry in fear for the both of us. Oddly enough, he showed none… he was so brave, he was such a man! Oh how I loved him, Oh how I desired him… Oh how I found it ever so sexually exhilarating!

Mother was happy to see me unharmed, but when she’d learnt that I’d been sexually active, she was furious… not with me; with my lover. I pleaded for mother to show mercy on him. I would not see Excalibur again till the trial, which mother delayed for weeks. She insisted the guards keep him naked in order to break his spirit, but Excalibur was fearless, brave and most importantly strong. I’d tried on a number of occasions to get past the guards and see him, but would get caught on each attempt.

Eventually, the trial came. Mother had me sit with her while she handed down the sentence.

He was brought in the hall and made to stand naked in front of mother and the entire committee. Our eyes met for what seemed like an eternity, god! How I missed him. My mother rose and began to speak.

“Marcus Excalibur, you are hereby charged with the kidnapping and with the rape of my daughter… how do you plead?”

Excalibur was so brave and stood tall. “Madame! You are a tired old cow! I wish nothing but pain and suffering upon you. I plead not guilty, but I do plead guilty to attempted murder!”

The whole courtroom gasped. “I came here to murder you Your Majesty! You cause all the bloodshed upon my people aydınlı escort and I have come here to extract my revenge on you, and I SWAER to you, you cannot break me, you cannot defeat me! This is what I’m born for, I am a MAN!!”

No one had ever spoken to my mother in such a tone, I was so frightened. He was so brave and courageous, I was so taken by that moment. I looked up at mother, expecting her to be red in the face with anger… instead, she had a large smirk on her face.

“my, my, my, you certainly are ALL MAN aren’t you?….” she said.

He looked with hatred into her eyes and stood tall, his chest in the air, his naked body proudly on show to everyone.

“I know how to defeat you. I know how to break you” mother said calmly.

Mother looked at me and winked, then she turned back at Excalibur and said, “Guards, take him, castrate him.”

His eyes bulged out and for the first time, I sensed fear in him. “what!?!?!?!!” he said in a shocked, screeching, high-pitched voice. “NO! WAIT! You can’t do that!!!”

As the guards came to him he began to scream and yell in fear. Mother began to laugh, which in turn caused everybody else to laugh at his expense. He cowered down and fell to his knees, tears welled up in his eyes, “Your Majesty! Please! Have mercy on me! Please! Don’t do this to me! PLEASE! NO!! GOD NO!!!”

The guards picked him up and began to drag him out of the room. He continued to scream and moan like a little girl. I’d never seen a man so afraid in all his life! Suddenly, the man I’d fallen in love with didn’t seem so desirable. In fact, I found myself also laughing along with the crowd.

“NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOO!!” he screamed as the guards dragged him. Finally, to silence him, the General struck his genitals with a mallet. Excalibur’s legs bugled under the pain as he vomited. Blood tinkled down his legs as the guards finally carried him out of there… all the while, the entire hall was in hysterics, myself included.

Months later, we were all back in that very same hall. A short, thin, weak, pale man stood before my mother. He was dressed in a woman’s robe. His back was hunched and he was trembling with fear.

“Well… Have you learnt your lesson?” she asked the man.

“yes Your Majesty, I have”, he had a very feminine voice. He sounded more feminine than myself! In fact, he sounded like a little girl.

“Remove your robe and show the court what I’ve done to you.” She commanded.

He was clearly reluctant, but too afraid to defy her. He let his robe fall to the ground. His face turned beet red and rightly so, for there was nothing between his legs but a thick patch of pubic hair. His proud cock, his large low hanging balls were removed against his will.

Where was once a man, was now a freak, a weak pathetic coward. I soon found myself laughing aloud. This encouraged the entire hall to once again erupt in laughter. Excalibur began to cry in humiliation.

“You have two choices. You may remain here and be used as a slave… or you can go back to where you came from and show everyone what has become of you.”

Count Hirato of Massapequa died of a stroke soon after that day and I later married Andreas Albertos, a Greek Prince, who was twice the man of the late Mr. Marcus Excalibur.

Albertos is a gifted lover, and the true love of my life. The last I heard of Excalibur, he was sold to a brothel owner in Mongolia. I assume he became a cock whore, used and abused by faggot army barbarians. I can picture it now, his scrawny, thin pale legs curled into a ball, his bony back arched over a stool as a horny Mongolian violates his stretched, over-abused asshole as he yelps in pain like a little girl. Every time I think of it, it makes me laugh.

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It was 10am and the beginning of the longest day of my life…

…and the dreamiest! Regina with the amazing fingers that pleasured me with such insistent thrusting and urged my body into a sweeping orgasm, Regina I must have her again. My morning continued with client call-backs, a meeting with our lawyer concerning a retail contract, and a long meeting with my boss. I know I must have accomplished these things competently however I couldn’t remember a single thing from the moment she left me; all quivery, sopping wet and smelling of my cum, until the moment my cell rang at 2:47 in the afternoon.

“Hello?” I said, answering my cell phone on speaker.

“Hello, Miss Vidal this is Regina K++++, do you have a moment or should I call you back later?” that angelic voice trilled with sexiness.

My heart was pounding from the second her first syllable drifted into the air, and the pit of my stomach opened up. I was terrified my assistant would hear and know everything in an instant, her desk being just outside my office door. Fumbling to get my cell off speakerphone, and stammering out that she was on speaker, I accidentally hung up on her. Crushed, I prayed she would figure out that I didn’t mean to hang up on her and she’d call back. I called out to Stephanie to close my door as I was going to be making calls for the next fifteen or so minutes. Oh God please, PLEASE call me back!

Stephanie closed my door saying she’d make sure I was not disturbed until I let her know otherwise. “Thanks!” I shouted thru the door.

Sudden ringing and my skin went cold in girlish fear and nervousness, and then my whole body flushed as I remembered the way she made me feel and how good it was to have an orgasm WITH another woman.

“He-He- Hello?” I stammered.

“Oooh, is Miss Vidal nervous? Do I have some effect on her?” Regina’s sweet voice softly asked.

“Oh god you don’t know how powerful an effect you’ve had on me! Please call me Nicole.” I was still stammering and trying to speak softly and as sexily as she did.

“Mmmm ok, NeeCaul!” she said using the French pronunciation. “I’ve been nervous about calling you back since… I mean since what happened… …God I’ve never done something like that with a total stranger before and you know, I mean I couldn’t stop myself. Suddenly I found you so incredibly sexy and when I reached out and touched you I knew either you’d throw me out of your office or something would have to happen. You know, Miss Vidal sorry, Nicole in NO way at all did I intend that or expect it and I can’t take the job because I don’t want you to think I did it for the job!” Regina rambled on so sexily.

“Regina, God NO, don’t worry about any of it! I’m so happy that you called me, and you got the job from the first moment I saw you. I mean, WOW, you made the plainest and simplest cotton bra and panty in our line look like it was the sexiest lingerie ever made, and I felt so SO attracted to you.” I said softly, and I know she heard the desire in my voice, because seconds later she made my day, night, and morning.

“Nicole, since I left your office I can’t stop thinking about you! I need to see you again. Can I see you again?” She positively purred.

“Oh yes Regina, I want that very much. I haven’t been able to think straight or concentrate since you left me so quivering and wet and slumped on my desk! You are so sooo soooo naughty Regina!” I whispered.

“Please, if you like, call me Reggie. It’s my nickname and actually, I prefer it to Regina.” She said.

“Ok, Reggie! Mmm, I like saying that… Reggie, Reggie, yes it’s perfect. What a butchy name for such a sexy and femmy girl.” I purred into the phone. “Reggie, do you want to come over to my place? I’d love it if you would, I have wanted to kiss you so much since you walked out wiggling your sweet little ass at me, and to return the favor too baby. I give really great head and I love making a sexy little model like you cum!” I said huskily. I wondered if I’d gone too far too quick.

“Oh GOD Nicole, yes I’d love to come over to your place. I’ve been dreaming about what it must be like to feel your gorgeous mouth on my pussy and to feel you inside me. I want you so much and I still can’t figure out what’s happening but I just bebek escort want to be with you.” Reggie said so sexily. “When should I come over? I’m pretty much free from now!”

“How’s now you sexy little lezzie?” I said giggling. “Look Reggie, I’ve got only one meeting scheduled this afternoon and I’ll try and push it back to tomorrow morning. If I can, I will be at my place ten minutes after I leave here, so hold on ok?

“Sure thing and oh, by the way, I loved how you called me a lezzie!” She said. “Check with Steph now Nicole I sooo Sooooooo NEED you.”

I checked with Steph as Reggie called her. The whole time Reggie was whispering in my ear things that were making me blush and get very wet again. Finally, as I was calling down the hall to my boss, her office is the whole floor basically, that I’d be leaving early if she needed me to do anything else I could take it home, Steph tinkled her coffee cup, and gave me a thumbs up and a nod when I looked around.

“Yes, It’s a go then!” I said very business like. And, getting into my office and closing the door again I went on, “Reggie you’re just evil you know that? You know how hard it was, blushing and how wet you made the whole time I was out there at Stephanie’s desk, JEEZ!”

“Oh yeah! I so fucking want you to STAY wet for me!” Reggie said. “So where does my sexy, wet little snatch live anyway?”

“Reggie I can’t wait to eat you baby! Hurry, k girl? You know the La Perla on G++++ I’m sure you do. I live above and will meet you out front.” I was purring into my phone.

“Oh boy! I’m just around the corner. I’ll be waiting for you babe!” Reggie said. “Hey, Nicole, stay on the line with me and I’ll give you phone sex while you walk back here to me!”

Part 2:

My entire walk home I was in a silky, ever hornier fog of racing heart and passion. Reggie was amazing with her phone sex. She slowly built up the tension telling me how her body ached for me, how her breasts tingled in anticipation of my mouth, feeling my breasts crushing against them and how, when I’d kiss her again she’d tremble with excitement and her pussy would juice from just a look from me. She described, giving me such detail, how I’d push my hands down inside her yoga pants and peel them off slowly, and how, driven by uncontrollable lust I’d push inside her thong and drive my fingers inside her while kissing her so hard that she’d loose her breath. Once on my dreamy stumble home I whispered into the phone that I was getting so wet for her I was about to cum just listening. Then I rounded the corner from Spr+++ St. and saw her standing there! She purred into the phone for me to come to her.

We said “Hi” together and smiled. I took her hand and led her to the door that led into the entryway for the apartments above La Perla. As I pushed my key into the lock she squeezed my hand. I smiled again and turned my face toward her. She’d known this and her sweet little pale cameo of a face was close, so very close. I parted my lips and we kissed. My hand dropped from my keys and I slipped my arm around her and her body formed to mine.

I whispered, “Come with me sexy!” And turned the key and we moved together to the elevator. She kissed me this time and her small hand slipped up my skirt and over my thong.

“Oh my God! Nicole you are sopping wet! I love how fucking wet your pussy gets.” She cooed as the bell dinged and she quickly removed her hand and stood next to me with a big grin. Out stepped Rob my gay neighbor and his boyfriend holding hands.

“Weeelll, lookie here, if girly-girl isn’t home early for some afternoon delight, unnh-unnh-unh git it girlfriend!” Rob said, sissy-ing it up a bit more than usual, and they both giggled as they passed.

“Sorry for that Reggie.” I said smiling at her as we stepped into the elevator.

“No probs babe! I like being your little piece of afternoon ass.” Reggie said with a big fat grin.

The ride up was the longest of my life, 3 floors that seemed so far away. I pushed Reggie up against the wall and quickly pushed my hand into her yoga pants and down between her legs. She spread them a little and I felt warm stickiness all over her lace thong. She hand my cheeks in a tight grip of her small hands istanbul escort and we kissed. The elevator stopped and opened and I kept kissing her and rubbing her sweet pussy.

She pulled back from the kiss, smiled and said, “Don’t you think we should get out of the elevator now Nicole?”

I laughed, “Yeah, I guess so cuz I’m dying to taste this sweet little pussy!” and then I gave it a little pat and slipped my hand out of her yoga pants.

My knees were trembling with the excitement and the powerful sexual tension of not having been with another woman in so many months. I don’t remember opening the door or even closing it, and the next moments were a blur of kissing, grasping, caressing, groping and undressing this sexy little pixie. We twirled in a shower of clothes down my hallway to the big main room that is my kitchen corner, living room and dining corner. My skirt, pleated silk, fluttered down to my ankles and I stepped out of it. Her top was off and her ample breasts stood perfectly with dark and large nipples. I gave them a quick caress and she pulled my snug tank sweater over my head and off. We stumbled as I helped her take off her yoga pants and she kicked off her sandals. By now we’d bumped into the back of my couch and I turned so I leaned against it and pulled her close. I spread my legs and her slender hips nestled between my legs and she pressed herself against me. She had the most intoxicating smile turning her beautiful face into a thing of absolute beauty as we kissed again. Reggie opened her mouth and flicked my tongue with hers before we pressed tight and I felt her tongue push into my mouth. I caressed her hair, neck and shoulders as my hands traced over her back and down to her small but sweetly round bottom. Hooking the band of her thong I snapped it and she “mmmmmurmured” into my mouth. I hooked the band again with my fingers and caressed over her bottom slipping her thong from the crease of her cheeks, then slipping my hand between from behind I pushed my fingers to her lips and they opened. The silky, slippery wetness and the warm delicate flesh of a woman was again yielding to my fingers. It had been so very long.

I then took her by the hand and led her around the couch so she could lie back on it with her legs over the edge and I pulled her thong all the way off. She spread her legs and pulled one foot up on the couch and flopped her leg open wider. By now I was on my knees and looking along her small body, over her perfect breasts and into her eyes. She smiled, I smiled and she playfully pinched her nipples and slipped a hand down to her totally shaved pussy and finger V’d it either side and opened her little tulip so I could admire it’s dark pink and glistening beauty. I moved in closer holding her eyes in my gaze and slipped my hands along her thighs and over the sweet hollow and curve of her hipbones, upward along her sides and to her breasts. She gasped as my hands swept over them and cupped them and my fingertips fluttered over her hard nipples.

As I eased my shoulders under her thighs and circled my arms around her and pressed my palms flat on her body, my mouth hovered over her soaking wet pussy. I closed my eyes and all I heard was a quiet little moan and a whispered, “Yes, Yes, Yes!” Then the tip of my firm warm tongue snaked it’s way along her puckered lips and slowly circled the tiny little button of her clit. I managed to open her slightly with my fingers from above and as her hooded clit rolled up and the tip peeked out I closed my lips over her and suckled gently. I hadn’t heard the divine intakes of breath, the small panting moans, or felt the sweet aching writhe of a woman’s body succumbing to the sweet pleasure of my mouth in so long I felt my own pussy tingling the early stages of climax. Her body did the rhythmic slow squirming dance of aching passion and delayed ecstasy as now two of my fingers curled up inside her as my tongue delicately tattooed her rigid clit. Her canal poured its sweet juices over my hand and mouth, it would dilate then squeeze as each wave of her building orgasm worked through her loins. She wrinkled and I pressed and sawed my fingertips over her g-spot and she’d scream out and her hips would lift and grind her clit harder beyoğlu escort into my mouth.

“Oooooooooooohhhhh God! Fuck yessssssssssssss! Her moaning desperate screams would come as I brought her so close and then eased her back from the edge. Keeping her orgasm rolling along just below final flourish as long as I could, she was cumming continuously for many long minutes. “Oh Goooooodddddddd! I c-c-c-caaan’t… I h-h-h-hhhaave to… ” Breathless stammering gasps signaling the final ramp up from intense almost intolerable pleasure to the explosive culmination of one continuous orgasm in the raging release of the BIG one!

Reggie’s hands were desperately trying either to push me off her throbbing clit or pull my mouth hard upon it. Her fingers knotted in my hair and her hips bucked and writhed on my fingers fucking her and then in the blissful ache her pussy opened like a cavern and then the clench. Her sex grasping and squeezing, tongue now gently keeping the same exact tempo and rhythm over her clit and her low, low moan building to a shriek as she reached her ultimate climax.

Her body was trembling uncontrollably as I slipped my fingers slowly from her still rippling pussy and with a final long and lingering lapping I tasted her sweet cum and slipped up over her body and cuddled half over and beside her. There were two thin trails of tears on her angelic cheeks which I swept with the back of my fingers, then cupping her cheek in my hand I turned her face toward mine. Her eyes fluttered open, dilated, distant, still lost in the echoing space of total pleasure, her face flushed crimson, and somehow there was a subtle unbelieving sense expressed in her features. My lips gently pressed hers and she parted her lips to accept my tongue and a soft moan as she tasted her magnificent pungent taste in my mouth. Already the afternoon slipped ever closer to evenings first blush before we continued.

Finally Reggie’s voice seemed to trill from somewhere very far away, “I never, I NEVER ever knew. I never knew it could be so amazing!” “Nicole I never had an orgasm last the whole time or build with such intense pleasure it’s nearly painful, and then OH MY GOD you just kept on going until I felt things even more intensely. You made me cry? Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” giggling, “Yes I guess I did make you cry.” I said. “You have to know Reggie how very happy I am right now. All day I’ve been wondering if I’d ever get to do that for you, or much less if you’d even call me. I glad you did.”

“Take off that bra Nicole.” Reggie whispered.

I got my bra off with some effort, being wedged against her sweet little body and the back of the couch. She smiled and said how lovely my breasts were, how she had ached to see them. Her lips warmly pressed in little kisses over my neck and collarbones, down between my breasts and as her hand softly cupped one, she squeezed it and guided my nipple to meet her mouth. She drew it in with gentle suction then pulled away stretching it, making me to moan loudly before it gave a little wet pop and chilled in the air. Each nipple suckled and stretched and popped. As her nibbling increased and she began to roll one then the other between her teeth, my hand slipped between my legs and I slowly fingered myself in time with her tongue flicking my nipples. Her hand fluttering over mine and patting it, she whispered, “STOP THAT! Not yet baby, not yet.”

Finally she moved to her knees on the floor and I shifted to lean against the back of the couch and scooted my ass right to the edge. She expertly spread my lips and pulled them back from my hugely swollen clit and began long flat tongued licks up and down my puffy little orchid. Over and over as my moans grew in intensity she licked and fluttered over my clit.

“Bang me baby, BANG my fucking clit!” I was gasping now.

Holding her beautiful face to me, my fingers lacing into that gorgeous pale straw blonde hair, I knew my orgasm was coming much faster than hers. I had been longing, aching for this orgasm for months. Moaning continuously, holding her mouth down on my clit, I felt her fingers drive deep inside me. She held my clit with firm suction in her mouth and her tongue sawed back and forth over it and she stroked her fingers in and out of me with steady and deep motions. Moaning for her to fuck me I felt the flush of my breasts then the flush over my body as my orgasm rolled in building waves through my tummy. She hummed ever so slightly, moaning her pleasure as my pussy grabbed her fingers and I came all over her hand.

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