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This is a work of fiction any characteristic similarities are purely coincidental.

This is my first story please be nice.

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Hi I’m Lachie, I’m an 19 year old Australian, who is short and skinny as fuck so in other words not that attractive, this is the story of the best party of my life.

It started on Melinda’s 18th birthday, Melinda (Mindy) was a friend of mind from school, we didn’t have to much in common except that we both loved music and making dirty jokes, I had made a joke that on her 18th birthday I would make up for all the presents I haven’t bought her by giving her a good rooting, little did she know I meant it.

I got a message from Mindy a week before her 18th.

Mindy: Heyyyyy Lachie, having a party at my cousins holiday home in Inverloch, its gonna be a small thing just the Me, You, Ben and Bianca someothers might come later on. Hope to see you there

Me: Hey Mindy escort avcılar i’ll definitely be there thanks for the invite 🙂

Mindy: No problem… Can’t wait for my present xx 😉

I was freaking out, did she mean it or was she joking, was I gonna get the chance to fuck the girl i’ve liked for years, well the only way to find out was to go to that party.

Now before I continue this story I should probably describe what Mindy looks like, she’s got beautiful long hair, curves that you could dream about, AMAZING tits, and an ass that was made to be stared at, like you could put a coin in her back pocket and tell if it was heads or tails, she has a beautiful face and big brown eyes that pierce your soul and Bianca has a small frame, little bubble butt, probably A cup tits and an almost gothic look, now i’m painting a bad picture but she has beautiful little eyes and lips that look like a cock should be in them… Like hardcore sized cocks, classic “black man destroys tight whore” porno cocks and she has told me that she is a hardcore beylikdüzü escort submissive and that woman were put on the earth to satisfy men and be used as sex toys NOT people… Her words not mine.

BUT

Now back to the story… I decided to shave and shower before driving up to Inverloch cause i want to look good cause you never know right, so the party was set for over the long weekend meaning we would be there for four whole days, four days of drinking beer, girls in bikinis and hopefully if i was lucky… sex

I was the last to arrive at the party, Ben and Bianca decided to car pool while I went alone, the house was really nice and roomy with 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and an amazing view of the beach, we decided to keep it tame the first night, one or two beers, swimming at the beach and setting up sleeping areas. Mindy and Bianca were sleeping in the master bedroom, Ben got the other bedroom and I volunteered for the couch cause i’m a nice guy i guess.

After seeing those girls all day bizimkent escort in bikinis and lathering them in sunscreen I was beyond hard, like a flag pole would be flaccid compared to my dick that night, I decided to “release” the tension by having a sneaky little wank, I was imagining Mindy and Bianca clad in those sexy little bikinis, all wet with the water from the sea and it was off, I started pumping my cock like it has the water of life, and i needed it, I imagined my pulsating cock sliding into Mindy’s tight pussy, her hair sticking to her nice, big juicy tits and my hand gripping her nice thick ass, but right as I was almost finished, I heard the master bedroom door open… SHIT, I quickly shove my dick back in my boxers and pretended to be asleep, I thought I heard Mindy running off to the toilet then quickly running back with what sounded like a backpack full of what I couldn’t say, I didn’t dare have the nerve to keep jacking off in case i got caught I just slowly drifted of to sleep with hopes of me getting something in the next couple days.

During the night I thought I could hear a slight noise coming from the master bedroom it almost sounded like moaning it couldn’t be… right anyway ignored it and tried to rest up. I could tell it was gonna be a very VERY good weekend.

Thanks for reading chapter one hope you enjoyed please leave a comment and follow for the next part.

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This is a background story for one of my other works. In case the title doesn’t give it away, this story is the non-incest version of “The Princess Selection – Incest”.

The Princess Selection

Foreword.

I would like to state that the planet of Sapphira is controlled by the women who live upon it. That they call themselves ‘slaves’ is a mere artifact of their long enslavement at the hands of the men, or ‘Masters’, who previously ruled it. Those men were overthrown three hundred years before book 1, and are now called ‘beasts’ rather than ‘Masters’. I will not go into detail about the ‘beasts’ here, but suffice to say they are considered slightly lower than pond scum.

01: The Princess Selection…

Maria would have been a liar had she claimed that her birthday was unimportant to her, but that was not to say that she had any great interest in celebrating her own birth. Rather, her birthday was also the anniversary of the day on which she and the six who would become her Knights had finally been able to sleep together as lovers once more. It marked the end of seven days in which they had fought not as the lovers that they had become, but instead as enemies. They had fought each other within the Pits before the Queens and First Ladies of the world; and they had done so in desperate pursuit of the right to choose who would assume the role of Princess. It had been the longest week of their lives, for it had been a week of frustration and tears regardless of victory; and yet it had been only the last week of a process that had started three years earlier.

That process was known as the Princess Selection.

The Princess Selection was carried out every ten years, and despite its title, it was carried out within every one of the Northern Hemisphere’s countries, regardless of whether they were monarchies or technocracies. Within the monarchies, it was held within the vast and sprawling grounds of the Queen’s palace, whilst within the technocracies it was held within the First Lady’s mansion; and there were just three requirements for entry. The first was that the slave entering should be a citizen of the country in which it took place, whilst the second was that she be at least seventeen years of age. The third requirement was the most difficult to pass, however, for it was that each entrant should hold a rank of bronze or higher within the Pits. The ease in passing the first two conditions meant that it was therefore normal for almost every qualifying fighter to enter the Princess Selection; but they did not enter out of any desire for personal gain.

Certainly, the life of a Princess and her Knights was a relatively comfortable one; but it was also one of significant hardship. They would spend the majority of their lives confined within a single mansion, and would only venture out in order to serve their diplomatic duties. They would be unable to return to their Churches or to visit the ones that they loved but in contrast, they would be visited almost constantly by the beasts and Upper Beasts who sought to offer their seed. Of course, no slave had ever lived who could look forward to such a life; but all across the Northern hemisphere, they entered in their tens of thousands regardless. Over thirteen thousand slaves made their way to the Queen of Kritoria’s Palace that year; and just as with those foreign slaves who travelled to the capital of their own country, they entered the Princess Selection purely because they loved their country. They entered even if they hated the thought of becoming the Princess, and even if they thought that they could never hope to become a Knight let alone a Princess. They entered in the hope that through their defeats, they might help to improve the skills of the seven slaves who would eventually be selected to protect the interests of their country on their behalf.

And Maria had been one of those.

She had entered the Princess Selection on the very day of her seventeenth birthday; and she had done so with the intention of becoming nothing more than a sacrifice. She had longed with all of her heart to return to the Priestess and acolytes whom she had left behind; but she had also longed to help her country. Who would reach the finals? Which seven slaves would offer their lives in service to their country? Of course, Maria had no way of knowing which of her peers would reach the finals at the end of those three grueling years, but she did not care. She entered with the intention of ensuring that whoever they were, they never forgot the techniques that her Priestess, Samantha, had taught her; and although others could match her determination, none could beat it.

For the first year, she and the other entrants had fought for at least eight hours per day. They had fought in one-on-one matches, or in teams of two to four, or even in battle royals of twenty to forty at a time. They had competed as girls regardless of their actual age, though; and they had fought in shorts and t-shirts rather than in lingerie or in nothing at all. They had been judged not just on their victories avcılar escort or defeats but also on their appearance and demeanor as well, though. Who amongst them could best maintain her dignity when covered in mud and pinned to the ground? Who amongst them could stand after hours of grueling combat, with her clothing drenched in sweat and covered in mud, yet appear calm and collected as she did so?

The first year saw them more than decimated in number, for they were reduced to just a thousand, but the second year was to bring about an even more significant change. For it was then, with the passing of even the youngest amongst them into adulthood, that they fought for the first time as slaves instead of as girls.

They tore the clothes from each other’s bodies. They mauled each other’s breasts and stiffly jutting teats. They ground their hands, their fingers, their mouths, and in fact any other part of their body that they could use, against each other’s delicate folds and swollen clits. They slammed their strapons into each other sodden pussies with as much passion and skill as they could muster. They were judged upon their composure and appearance as much as upon their prowess once more then, but the conditions under which they were judged were incomparable to those of the preceding year.

Who amongst them could maintain her dignity as the entire world watched her being fucked from behind, whilst her clothes hung ripped and torn about her mud-covered body? Who could display the beauty expected of a Princess or her Knights even as she was brought to orgasm repeatedly? Who amongst them could maintain her composure and lick skillfully at a pussy held before her face, whilst other slaves sucked upon her teats and thrust their strapons deep into not only her pussy, but her arse as well? The competitions and evaluations of the second year had whittled them down to just two hundred, but even then, there had been no sign of the strife that was to mar the expected finish.

After all, they were not fighting for position or status. Instead, they were working together to ensure that the slaves of their country could rest easy, content in the knowledge that they had a Princess and Knights of the finest caliber to defend their interests and display their skill. No, even at that late stage it had seemed as if the Princess Selection would finish as normal, with the seven finalists choosing from amongst themselves who would succeed and who would serve.

But it was then, at the beginning of the third year, that Maria’s dream began to fall apart. She had remained successfully hidden within the shadows until then, whilst her ranking within the remaining slaves had suggested that she would soon be eliminated. The first cuts of the third year had reduced their numbers down to just one hundred, though, and the reduction left her in full view of the world. Why was it that her supposedly guaranteed defeats ended with her opponents sobbing in ecstasy before her? Why was it that time and time again, a match ended with a formidable opponent worshipping Maria’s pussy in a confused but delighted daze, as if uncertain as to how she had lost, but happy regardless? Might it be that she had finally come into her Priestess’s skill? Might it be that they were to have the sort of Princess that her Priestess’s pregnancies had denied them in the past?

The slaves of Kritoria noticed Maria for the first time then, but that was not to say that she went undefeated, as her Mistress would have. In fact, out of all of the participants not one amongst them had a record that was as erratic as hers was. For every time that she had shocked them with an unexpected victory, she could offer a forfeit on medical grounds, an inexplicable loss, or even a complete and even more inexplicable betrayal. Why, when serving in the role of Knight, had she succumbed so easily and climaxed so helplessly? Why, having driven her assigned opponent to climax, had she joined her surviving opponent in ravaging the teammate who had acted as her Knight? Had her actions been deliberate then Maria would have been exiled in shame immediately. There was never any doubt as to her effort, however, and there was just as little doubt that she herself had no idea why it was that she acted as she did.

The next cut reduced their numbers down to just fifty; and Maria found herself amongst them despite her medical conditions, her record, and her desire to rejoin her Church. She refused to lose heart with the same stubbornness that she refused to do anything less than her best, however; and there were many others far more clearly suitable for a place within the last seven.

Surely, there could be no question that Elizabeth would maintain her position at the top of the fifty, and thus take on the role of Princess. Surely, there could be no doubt that Maria’s own ranking would not change sufficiently to make them consider her as a possible Princess or Knight. Surely, anyone would look at the weaknesses that accompanied her condition, and realize that she was the ambarlı escort last person that the country should rely upon. Had Maria known just what it was that her Queen and country-slaves thought of her then she would have felt a lot less certain as to her fate. They were not blind to the danger of having a Princess such as herself, but that did not meant that they were opposed to the idea.

Rather, in fact, they desired it!

Certainly, no work of art could ever compare with the sight of Elizabeth fighting. The other slaves were also by then at a level where there was nothing more thrilling than the sight of them attempting to fuck each other senseless within the Pits. There was, however, something special and delightful about watching Maria fight that could not be found in the fighting of her peers.

Would she once more display Samantha’s ability to completely and utter dominate the Pit, and leave them yet again in shock and awe at the skill with which she brought her opponents to her peak? Would she have to forfeit the match, and thus treat them to the incredible sight of her cooperating with the slave or slaves who sought to satisfy themselves upon her? Might she once more betray a teammate or start making love, only to realize what she was meant to be doing when it was far too late to salvage the match? Unfortunately for Maria, her inconsistency spoke to her country-slaves’ sense of mischief and humor.

Would other countries accept the conditions under which she could fight? Might they try to take advantage of her susceptibility to stress and desire by using rules long since all-but-forgotten? The Queen of Kritoria had met with those Queens or First Ladies who were her counterparts to discuss just such questions, for she was of course obliged to place her country before her own desires as a slave. She had returned from her travels with the agreement of the entire world that those rules would be discarded in favor of witnessing such a Princess, though; and the stage was thus set for Maria to ascend to the role of Princess. Fifty became twenty-eight and then finally, almost three years after the selection process had started, twenty-eight became just seven slaves.

And to her dismay, Maria found herself amongst them.

She had lost everything. Her Church. Her chance to return to the beast whom she loved, and who had begged her not to leave. Her chance to pleasure and serve her Priestess as was an acolyte’s right, and her chance to instruct the beautiful, younger acolytes in the art of making love. She had given up so much for her country, but she had made six wonderful friends, and she knew that she would at least be happy to spend her life in service to the young slave who had taken her virginity almost two years ago. They were given one week until the day upon which they were due to announce which of them was to become the Princess, and Maria had had no doubt that she would give herself to Elizabeth at the end of it. She was as wrong in that as she was wrong about her Queen’s opinion of her, however; and for the first time in over two centuries, the Princess Selection was to end with the finalists battling each other.

02: …And Her Knights’ Betrayal.

They had stood divided into two factions; friend against friend, fiancée against fiancée, Priestess against protégé. On the one side had stood Elizabeth and those others who sided against Maria. They did so despite their love for her, and despite the fact that her body might still prove too weak to be suitable for the role that they intended to force upon her. On the other side, there had stood Maria, still protesting that her condition left her too unreliable for such a role, and those who sided with her despite their own desire to have her as their Princess. They had fought with all that they had then, and they had done so as enemies rather than as lovers, whilst the world had waited in tense expectation.

For six days the Queens and First Ladies of the world watched Maria and her future Knights. They were the only ones who did so, though, for the battles took place behind closed doors. The skill with which Maria’s peers fought was undoubtedly of a standard to match that of the highest Princesses and Knights, but none of them could watch Maria and not think of the ex-Champion who had taught her. Again and again, she failed to show any sign of the weaknesses that had plagued her previously. Again and again, she had reduced her opponent to a sobbing and squirting wreck before the other matches had approached their midpoint.

Who could find anything enjoyable in the sight of what the seven of them were reduced to, though? Who could willingly witness the grief and emptiness of a slave forced to put aside all love and affection in the pursuit of nothing more than her lover’s sexual exhaustion? Who could bring themselves to watch as those lovers who had lost lay in bitter, tearful defeat despite the orgasms with which they had been forced to concede? The rulers of the world watched seven slaves beşyol escort forced by their devotions and beliefs into war, and they prayed that they would never fail in their duties to such a degree that their own Princesses and Knights would be forced into the same.

It would be remiss not to add that the Queens and First Ladies grew ever more conflicted as they watched the seven though. On the one hand, there was the risk that they had made a mistake in allowing Kritoria to retain the young slave who seemed so transformed before them; for dare they allow one country to possess a slave of such fearsome skill? On the other hand, her victory seemed certain; and they pondered whether they should just stop the matches and force Maria into the role of Princess, in order that they might see how interesting such an eventuality might be.

For six long, exhausting, and numbing days Maria and her future Knights had fought in all-day one-on-one tournaments to decide who would be eliminated from the next day’s battles. They cried themselves to sleep at night, and they slept with only those two or three slaves who had sided with them, but the days carried on regardless of their grief. Finally, on the seventh day, Elizabeth and Maria had met as the two sole surviving contestants, and those who watched knew that barring a miracle, Elizabeth could not prevail.

Of course, Maria allowed Elizabeth some access to her own sex, for it was easier to do so than to resist all contact; but that was all that she allowed. Time and time again, she managed to pin Elizabeth until she sobbed and screamed in ecstasy as she climaxed against her will. Time and time again, and despite everything that Elizabeth tried, she managed to bring Elizabeth to her peak; and then she somehow avoided the most dangerous of Elizabeth’s caresses until the threat of her own orgasm had subsided.

Elizabeth’s determination was of such legendary strength that she survived Maria’s assault upon her body for almost two hours, but the Queens and First Ladies watched in the knowledge that her defeat was inevitable. Her orgasms had drained her both figuratively and literally. She could do nothing more than lay helpless, panting and sobbing in the oil within which they fought, and she had squirted so often that her only lubrication was the oil that Maria’s fingers and toys carried into her. Just when it had appeared as if Elizabeth might faint, the Queen had received a call from her peers, though. She had done so without surprise, and then she had smiled slyly as she relayed just six words to the five Knights who watched without joy.

“Would you betray Maria for us?”

Would they?

Could they do something so unforgivable?

Maria’s downfall was partly her own fault, for in her display of skill she had shown them a slave who deserved to be a Queen rather than a Princess. Her nobility in defeat had proven to be such that her Knights would have desired such an outcome even had she not shown such skill, however. They paused only to look into each other’s eyes before replying; and the grin with which the Queen had received their words was long considered the most wonderfully wicked that any slave had ever given. The Queen had ordered the tournament to become a battle royal then, and all five young slaves had scrambled to join their lovers in the oil. They had pinned and ravaged Maria. They had assaulted her clit and sodden pussy with their vibrators even as they pulled and sucked upon her nipples; and she had been as helpless before them as they had been before her. She had had no way to escape their onslaught, nor avoid the countless orgasms, but she fought with a determination that awed and delighted the rulers who watched. For five long hours, she fought to reverse the tide of pleasure that swept over her, but in the end, she lay as shattered and wrecked as Elizabeth had when her allies arrived. She had conceded defeat, and she had kissed her six future Knights as lovers, and then they had ignored her pleas for mercy, and they brought her to one orgasm after another until she finally fainted in ecstasy.

She had awoken the next day to find that as expected, they had been consigned to a life of almost permanent imprisonment within the Princess’s Mansion. She awoke to find also that she had been named the future Princess, though; and her six friends had wept without exception as they begged for her forgiveness. It was thus neither the battles nor the betrayal that Maria remembered, but the emotions that they had shown her then. The desperation with which they had apologized. The eagerness with which they had pledged their lives and their loyalty. The way in which they had accepted her double-ended dildo within their buttocks for the first time as an act of submission rather than training. The love that they had declared in between their tears and the love that she had admitted in between her own. She had leant motionless against a wall, and then she had allowed each of her Knights to use their buttocks to fuck her with the double-ended dildo. She had allowed them to continue until they were each drenched in her cum and too exhausted to move; and only then had she gone down on them. She had gobbled, licked, slurped and sucked at their beautiful pussies until each of her Knights could cum no more, and then they had cuddled, kissed and finally slept together as lovers once more.

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The 42 foot craft, Diamond Gems, sliced across the gentle waters of Cape Cod Bay, heading for Boston. Sexy Melanie Wilson was at the helm as her partner, Suze and I relaxed under the canopy at the stern. Suze was just a few years younger than Mel, who was in her early forties.

Mel was about 5-7, with black hair worn in a military style crew cut. Her breasts, at least 36D but still firm due to her athleticism, bobbed under her sun dress. She was curvy, but in the way that a female athlete can be, at about 150 pounds, with a round, firm ass. And when she lifted her hand to shade her eyes, she revealed that her underarms were unshaven, with dark tufts becoming matted with perspiration under the hot sun.

Suze was beautiful as well, slender, maybe 5-5, with long blonde hair down to mid back and 34b sized breasts in a bikini top that did nothing to shield her hard, erect nipples, stimulated by the crisp ocean breeze. Her well-toned ass was barely covered by a white thong.

Just the previous night, I had enjoyed a passionate threesome with my friend and co-worker Phillippe and Melanie’s twin brother, Marc. I felt that evening was the capper on my weekend on Cape Cod that started with the escalation of my friendship with Phillippe to a whole new level. And when I enjoyed a final blissful experience with Marc and Phillippe the following morning, I thought nothing could be better.

I had awoken before Marc and Phillippe. As I rolled over to hit the head, I saw the hard-on Marc had as he slept. I quickly peed and returned to the bed. Crawling quietly aside Marc, I surrounded his coçk with my mouth. Slowly, I began sucking, licking, kissing his 8″ uncut cock. As it grew even harder, I licked under his foreskin as his precum coated my lips.

Marc began to stir, reaching down to caress my head as I worshipped his cock. I caressed, squeezed his balls, their size filling my hand. My free hand wrapped around the monster cock that began to throb, drool, and thrust into my mouth. Marc squeezed my shoulders, his hips rocking in rhythm with my mouth. And with a loud groan, he came, filling my mouth with his sweet yet sour jizz. I swallowed, then rose and kissed him softly. I rolled onto the bed aside Phillippe, who had just awoken. Marc slipped out of bed, dressed and headed above deck to bring the boat back to port for his sister, Mel, who had called earlier to ask if she could take her girlfriend over to Boston on board.

Phillippe rolled on top of me, rubbing my hard cock against his. He reached down between us, stroking our cocks together, spreading our shared precum over my cockhead. Between my arousal from giving Marc head and Phillippe’s expert hand, I did not have the will to prolong my pleasure. After one more gentle tug and twist from Phillippe, I came between us, covering my belly with cum, and was quickly treated to a substantial hot load of jizz as Phillippe came right after me.

I became aware of the boat’s motor roaring to life as we got underway, heading back to Provincetown. Feeling satisfied, I had no inkling of the pleasures that still awaited me.

The Diamond Gemswas co-owned by Melanie and Marc, a gift from their wealthy parents. It was named in honor of their successful college sports achievements, Marc as a baseball pitcher and Melanie as a slugging softball catcher. Marc had been drafted by a major league team but was derailed by an elbow injury. Melanie was invited to try out for the Olympics but chose to pursue her nursing career.

Upon arrival in the harbor, Mel and Suze awaited Marc, ready to take over the boat. Suze had received three box seats for that day’s Red Sox game at Fenway Park from a professional contact. Marc and Phillippe had discussed hanging out together on Sunday, and both knew I was a huge Sox fan. I gleefully accepted the chance to tag along with the ladies on the boat to Boston so we could catch a game at Fenway.

It was to be the last day on the Cape avcılar escort bayan for Phillippe and me anyways, so I had arranged to collect my gear from the weekend rental we had shared and caught up to the ladies back at the boat. After the game, I would stay overnight in Boston and fly back to California the next day.

Mel recognized me from our brief meeting the previous day at her brother’s veterinary practice and gave me a firm handshake. She introduced Suze, her partner, a pharmaceutical sales rep, who smiled and hugged me, pressing her breasts against me and instantly making my cock twitch.

We settled in for the short trip across the harbor to Boston, enjoying the cool air and warm sun. We hit it off quickly, as Mel playfully interrogated me about what Marc, Philippe and I had been doing below deck last night Her wild speculation even exceeded our actual activities. I was impressed by the levels of eroticism she imagined! Of course, she had in-depth knowledge of Marc’s previous conquests. I felt quite comfortable sharing my life story – my previous marriage, details of my kids, and my attraction to women as well as my sexual enjoyment of men.

In no time, we arrived in Boston Harbor and caught an Uber to Fenway Park. We had become truly comfortable with each other after a few drinks and some personal sharing on the boat. We joked and laughed freely all the way to the park.

The game was entertaining, with Red Sox bats quickly putting it out of reach of the visiting Blue Jays. Unfortunately, Mother Nature was a more challenging adversary, as clouds and rain rolled in around the fourth inning. With the downpour not expected to end, the game was called as official after a wet fifth inning.

Soaked and chilled, we decided to seek shelter for the night at a hotel next to the ballpark until the rain let up. As luck would have it, there was only one room with double beds available, and all agreed that we’d probably fall asleep in minutes anyway. All soaked to the bone, we trudged to the room with just the clothes on our backs.

Once out of the rain, it was decided that hit showers and warm beds would solve all. The ladies took showers first as I sat in the room’s desk chair and watched TV. They soon emerged from the bathroom wrapped in bath towels and spread their wet clothes around the room to dry.

I was sent into the bathroom, with instructions to toss my wet clothes out after dis-robing. Suze stuck her hand through the doorway to take them, instructing me to come out with the towel on, after my shower, as they had.

I quickly jumped under the shower, lathered up in the refreshing hot water…paying extra attention to my cock as I thought about the beautiful ladies in their towels. I had to remind myself that they were a couple, and I was probably hindering their evening together.

After showering, I realized that the room was only provided with two bath towels, and no floor mat! There was one hand towel, but I couldn’t cover much with them! I called out to the ladies, asking for a bath towel, and was met by Mel’s giggling. I began to suspect that I had been pranked!

“Use the hand towel. love, you don’t have that much to cover,” was Suze’s response.

“Just cover yourself with it, and jump under the covers when you come out!” Yelled Mel.

We were all adults, so I held the towel over my crotch and strode out, planning on slipping into bed. I was suddenly confused by the sight of both beds pushed together on one side of the room, and the ladies hugging all of the bedspreads and sheets, on the furthest corner of the beds, laughing hysterically. They even had all the room pillows beyond my reach along with all of our clothes.

I was powerless, with no options to cover myself; it was a brilliant execution of a practical joke, and I began to laugh along with Mel and Suze. When I tossed the hand towel aside, the room erupted in shrieks of faux shock! Suddenly, towels and clothes were flying everywhere sefaköy escort as the ladies unloaded the bed. Just as quickly, a pillow fight erupted! I was besieged with the blows as Mel leapt from the bed, totally nude, attacking me from the front and Suze lunging from behind, her bath towel falling away as well.

Never one to shrink from a challenge, I scooped up a pillow and joined the fray. As I swung it towards Suze, Mel landed a blow to my legs and I lost my balance. I fell onto the bed, on my back, and the room was filled with our laughter. Before I could recover, Mel leapt onto the bed, and, facing my feet, knelt on my arms, with her hands on my wrists, pinning me down.

Even in this vulnerable position, unable to wriggle free under the grips of an Olympic class athlete, I couldn’t help but think that it was an enviable situation – I was looking directly up at her pussy and ass, inches from my face.

It had been a couple of years since I had been with a woman. I wasn’t sure if anything was going to happen that night, but I was not adverse to the opportunity to explore our desires together. And I was enjoying their company – intelligent, charming, fun, honest, and forthright. Oh and very sexy!

I have an attraction to a woman who has hair around her pussy. Mel was certainly in that category. She kept a trimmed panty line, but the dark curly hair around her pussy lips was beautiful and enticing to me. And those lips! Long, dark, dangling inner lips that just would be perfect to lick…suck… And the way her dark and curlies framed her puckered pink asshole further enthralled me!

I almost forgot about my predicament – lying prone and powerless, naked and exposed. And yet, I wasn’t complaining!

Suze suddenly popped into view above my face, planting an open-handed slap on Mel’s ass cheek followed by a wet kiss. She leaned close to me, her beautiful breasts swaying, light pink nipples fully erect, and planted a wet, long kiss on my lips. She gazed at my view of Mel’s ass and smirked.

“Like what you see, James?” she asked me, as she slowly slid her hand down Mel’s ass, between her cheeks, resting her long, sexy fingers on Mel’s pussy.

Mel let out a moan and I felt my heart skip. Oh how I wanted to bury my face in her pussy.

Just as quickly, Suze slipped from view, and seemed to be looking for something in the room.

“Here it is!” She said in a sing-song voice. “Let’s see how our naughty boy likes this!”

As I was the only “boy” there…and I was definitely having naughty thoughts about Mel, I was wondering what was coming!

As if I was in a WWF wrestling match and being double teamed, I felt Suze lift my legs and pass them to Mel, who slid her knee down to my right wrist, freeing her arm to hold my legs against her. So I was on my back, arms pinned by Mel’s knees and one hand, my legs wrapped up in her other arm, my ass exposed.

“Whack” went the TV remote against my ass! It stung so bad, I couldn’t even tell which cheek took the blow!

Suze let out a “whoop” and a maniacal laugh, and brought the remote down again, even harder!

This time, my face went flush and I let an “OW” escape.

Mel admonished Suze, “C’mon girl, not everyone likes it rough, like you!” She let my legs go and slipped off my arms, sliding down next to me, and cuddling up at my side, leaning close and kissing me in one motion.

“We’re just having a little fun!” Whined Suze, sliding up on my other side, with her hand between my legs, cradling my balls. “He’s smaller than Marc, at least when he’s soft!”

Suze leaned across me, as her palm glided up over my cock, her fingers wrapping around it, her lips pressing to Mel’s in a passionate kiss.

I moaned, feeling a tingle through my cock, as my arms wrapped around the two gorgeous ladies. I lifted my head, and received an equally passionate kiss from Suze…then Mel.

“Ah, now we know what you have!” Cooed Suze as silivri escort my cock became hard in her hand. “Mel, look what I found!”

As Suze dropped her lips to my nipple, Mel slid down and began kissing my pubes…balls…and the tip of my cock. Suze’s gentle strokes made my cock ooze precum, and Mel’s warm, soft tongue scooped it up.

“Mmmm, tasty!” Mel whispered, before taking just the head into her mouth. “Mmmmmm”

Mel’s technique was incredible, alternately sucking and licking, as Suze stroked and twisted her fingers around just the base.

“Ohhhhh that feels incredible!” I sighed, watching Mel work my cock.

Suze slid her hand under my balls, and began playing with my tight hole, just as her teeth found my nipple, biting enough to intensify my pleasure. I watched her remove her hand from between my legs, slide it between her own legs, then returning her now-glistening wet middle finger to my asshole, pressing it deep!

Sensing that I wouldn’t be able to take much more of her cock sucking, Mel released me from her mouth and moved up to kiss me.

“I wonder if Marc sucks cock as well as I do, James!” She grinned. “But now it’s my turn!”

Mel scrambled to her knees and once again, straddled my head, this time not pinning my arms. As she started to lower her pussy to my face, I slid my hands over the small of her back, guiding her ass to my lips. My soft, wet kisses in her tight, hairy puckered hole caused Mel to sigh and moan. When I added the tip of my tongue, her moans got even deeper.

“Ooh, Baby, you found out what she loves best!” Suze whispered, as she suddenly straddled my cock and took me deep inside her. Suze leaned close, her tongue finding Mel’s pussy, as my tongue explored her asshole.

Mel began to hump our tongues, bucking and grinding, as Suze gyrated on my cock, squeezing it inside her pussy. I thrust my hips, pushing deeper inside her, knowing I couldn’t take much more. As Mel began to orgasm, my cock exploded inside Suze, unleashing wave after wave…unlike any orgasm I’d had in years!

Mel slid off my face, reclining on the bed, caressing my chest, as Suze decided she wanted to straddle my face. I felt her cum-filled pussy slide up my belly, and saw my cum oozing out just as she landed it on my lips.

It was my first look at Suze’s sweet pussy, framed by wispy dark blonde hairs. She reached down, parted her inner lips, and let what I can only describe as globs of my cum mixed with her juices fall on my mouth. Before I could react, her pussy pressed to my lips, and I tasted us both. My tongue parted her lips, swirling from her clit to her depths, scooping more cum, then returning to her swollen bud. As I ate her, Mel slipped a wet finger into her ass, massaging her gently.

Suze was already well on her way to orgasm before Mel fingered her, but it only intensified the experience! She let loose a deep sound I could only describe as a “ROOOAAARRR” followed by softening whimpers.

Suze was spent, seemingly exhausted, as she slid down off my face, reclining between Mel and me, where Mel and she morphed into a tight embrace, arms and legs entwined, kissing as tenderly as I’ve ever seen two people do.

I watched for a few moments and realized that they were falling asleep. Gentle deep breaths and snores – or snurgles, like babies do – quickly filled the room. I slid off the bed, grabbed a sheet, and covered the sleeping lovers. I curled up on the other half of the bed and slept for a few hours.

At dawn, realizing that my flight back to California was in just five hours, and that my luggage was on the boat, I grabbed a quick shower. I put on my still-damp clothes, and called for an Uber for a ride to the harbor.

Leaning down to the ladies, I kissed Suze lightly on the cheek. Mel stirred, opened an eye, and asked, “Leaving?”

“Yes, early flight. But last night was the most wonderful experience I’ve ever had!” I whispered.

“Mmmm, yessssss, Suze and I think you’re such a sweetheart! Grab my phone and text me your number, ok?” Whispered Mel.

We exchanged contact info, I kissed Mel…and she kissed me… deeply…and Suze opened her eyes, we kissed, deeply…and I slipped out the door. One never knows what the future brings, but knowing Mel and Suze is certainly not the worst thing that could happen!

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The Christmas season was fast approaching and that meant another Christmas work party. I had been looking forward to this for weeks as I wanted to show off my new husband, Tom. Tom and I had been married eight months ago, and while it was my second marriage, it was his first. My name is Jenny and I’m 39 years old, 5′ 7″ tall and I weigh 125 lbs give or take a few. I’ve never had children and have worked real hard to keep my body in shape. The five days a week at the gym had kept my 36-25-33 body very firm and I took great pride in the stares I received from men wherever I went.

I get along really well with the guys at work. I work as the Marketing Manager for a small firm and report to the VP of Marketing named Jeff. Jeff was a pretty nice guy who left me pretty much to my own devices when it came to getting my job done, and I really appreciated that. For the past few months, I had gotten quite friendly with a number of guys who like to flirt around. I’m getting quite good at the flirting game and didn’t see anything wrong with it since they all knew that it would never go anywhere. This week, however, the guys were getting a little bolder with their comments, asking me what color underwear I was wearing, or how much they wanted to see my tits and how they couldn’t wait to get me alone at the party. Of course, I just played along and told them there was only one way to find out about my panties and how much fun that would be, but unfortunately my husband would be coming to the party too. We all laughed and went on about our business.

Anyway, Tom had been in Europe on business for the last two weeks and was arriving home today, Saturday, the day of the big party. It was around 4 pm and I was lying in the tub surrounded by bubbles. I began thinking about being with my husband again and quite innocently let my hand trail down my body, over my full breasts, along my flat stomach and eventually between my legs. I wasn’t thinking about anything when my fingers found their way to my clit. I let out a little yelp as my fingers touched it and was more than a little embarrassed when I realized what I was doing. I quickly got out of the tub and toweled off. I wrapped my towel around my body and set to work with my make up. I knew I looked good and wanted to look my best for Tom.

I dropped the towel and looked at my body in the mirror. Yep, I still had the body of a twenty year old. I put on some deep maroon; lace bikini panties with a matching bra, along with black stocking that had flowers around the top. The hugged my thighs tightly and I again admired myself in the mirror. I slipped into a black silk dress that came down to just above my knees, but was split on one side all the way to the top of my stockings. I was still sexy at my age and I knew it.

Tom’s plane was supposed to land about six-thirty which was the same time as the party, so we decided that he would meet me at Jeff’s place, a multi-million dollar estate on the edge of town. He had really been a pain in the ass about the party for about a month, telling me how much he hated things like this. I basically told him tough shit; that we were going and that was final.

I arrived on time and was greeted at the door by Mike Stallings, one of the company Directors who I had been shamelessly flirting with.

“Well, well. Don’t you look sexy tonight, Jen,” he said slurring his words a little. “Where’s Tom?” Obviously he had started a little early on the booze, but what the hell, it was Christmas.

“He’s flying in from Europe tonight; should be here soon,” I answered with a smile.

“Well come on in,” he said as he leaned towards me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I noticed that he didn’t waste the opportunity to look at my cleavage as he did so. “What can I get you to drink”, he asked.

“How about a martini, dry,” I said as Phil Johnson came lumbering up with a leer as he looked me up and down from top to bottom. “Hey, Jen. You look good enough to eat, girl,” he said with a big grin on his avcılar escort face.

“Hi Phil,” I said with a return smile. “I’m sure you’d like the taste too. Too bad Tom’s on his way I laughed.”

Mike was already back with the martini so I took a couple of sips as we walked into the main living room. I no sooner got into the room when my phone rang. It was Tom, telling me that he had missed his connection in Berlin and wouldn’t be getting home until Sunday night. I was really pissed off so I walked out into the back yard as we talked.

“Damn it, Tom. I know you missed that flight on purpose. You made no secret of the fact that you didn’t want to be here tonight,” I said rather nastily. Of course he denied it and we fought for the next ten minutes. I finally hung up the phone disgustedly and finished off the martini. I walked a little farther out into the garden with tears falling down my face. “Damn him,” I thought as I realized we had just had our first fight. I sat down on a bench in the garden and cried a little, when all of a sudden, Mike was there with another martini.

“Here, this might help” he said offering me the drink. “I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but over hear your fight with your husband.”

He offered me his handkerchief and just sat quietly until I stopped crying, finishing my drink at about the same time. I told him how embarrassed I was and that I didn’t want anyone else to see me like this. He told he’d get my purse and makeup for me if I wanted to go the guest house on the other side of the garden to get cleaned up.

“Oh thank you, you’re so sweet Mike,” I replied. I made my way to the guest house and waited there for Mike. It seemed like it took him forever, but he finally arrived with the purse and another martini. I thanked him and went into the bathroom to clean up as best I could. When I came out, Mike was in the living room waiting patiently.

“You ok,” he asked as he came over to me and gave me a hug.

“Yea, I’ll be fine. He just pisses me off sometimes,” I said matter of factly.

Without saying a word, Mike leaned back and kissed me lightly on the lips. I know I should have known better, but I wasn’t in a good frame of mind, and the alcohol wasn’t helping me think clearly. I returned his kiss. Mike’s tongue entered my mouth and danced with mine, as my head swirled from the alcohol and the feeling of a man pressed against my body. Finally I regained my senses and pulled away.

“Mike, we can’t……..I’m….Tom….,” I stuttered.

“That’s OK. Nothing will happen if you don’t want it to happen,” he laughed. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re so damned sexy, Jen.”

My head was all mixed up and I needed to sit. Mike sat next to me on the couch and I started to talk about my marriage. He just leaned back into the corner of the couch while I talked. Once I was talked out, I leaned against him with my back to him and put my feet up on the couch. Mike put his arms around me and held me without talking.

“You’re so comfortable,” I moaned softly. Mike leaned over and kissed me on the neck as his hand moved up to cup my left breast. I snuggled closer and moaned softly as he kneaded my breast. I had been flirting with Mike for weeks now and this just seemed so comfortable. I decided to enjoy the company and closed my eyes, smiling at the thought that he would find me attractive at my age.

Before I knew what had happened, Mike had my dress unzipped and off my shoulders, expose my lace bra in the dark room. I turned and kissed him as I fell into his strong arms and surrendered myself to him. It didn’t take him long to shed his clothes and my dress, leaving me feeling so sexy in my lacy underwear and stockings.

It was dark but I could feel his hard cock press against me, bringing me back to reality.

“Mike, no I can’t,” I whispered.

“We don’t have to fuck,” he said. “Just let me feel what it’s like to be inside you. Then I’ll stop.”

“But that would be cheating'” tüyap escort I said confused.

“Not if we don’t make love. I’ll just lie inside you for a minute and then we’ll get dressed.”

I didn’t say anything so I guess he took that as an ok. He laid me back on the couch and pulled my panties to one side. He moved slowly forward until his swollen cock head parted my lips.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh god,” I groaned.

Without saying a word, he slipped the head inside my pussy. Damn he felt so good that I just lay there waiting for the rest of his cock. Because it was dark, I couldn’t tell just how big he was, but it was certainly bigger than Tom’s. He pressed forward ever so slowly, giving me every chance to stop him.

“Are you sure this is ok,” I asked between deep breaths.

“Honest, Jen. This isn’t cheating unless we really fuck,” he said as his cock slid further into my sopping wet pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh god, your sooooo big, Mike,” I stuttered as he drove farther inside me. Finally I felt the head of his cock press against the back of my pussy just as his balls laid against my ass. “Perfect fit,” I remember thinking to myself. True to his word, Mike just lay there as my cunt twitched around his throbbing cock.

“That’s enough,” I hissed.

“You’re right,” he replied like a true gentleman as he began to slowly pull out of me, leaving a big void where I had felt so completely filled. When just the head of his cock was left inside me, he lifted up on his knees and said loudly, “Now.”

In that instant, my eyes shot open as lights suddenly filled the room at the same instant that he slammed the entire length of his cock back into my cunt. The sudden shock of him filling my pussy again and the sight of four other men, completely naked, standing around the room with hard cocks jutting out from between their legs, drove me over the edge.

“OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH fuck, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” I screamed out as my body was racked with a violent orgasm. Mike just laid there with a look of victory on his face as my body thrashed around the couch, impaled on his rigid cock. “Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh god, I’m cummming, I’mmmmmmmmmmmm cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmming,” I screamed. As I began to come down from my high, I looked around at the smiling faces of Jeff, Phil, Danny, and of course, Kevin, the CEO and owner of the house. Then as if hiding in the shadows, another man moved closer to the bed. I was shocked as I saw that it was Tommy, the two college graduate that I had hired a few weeks ago. My god, they were going to let a subordinate fuck me as well.

Mike started to move in and out of my cunt ever so slowly as Tommy pulled out a video camera and started to film our lovemaking. It was too much and I pulled Mike down to me and drove my tongue into his mouth as I began to push up against him to meet his thrusts, fucking myself on his beautiful cock. I guess it was too much for him to handle as I felt him stiffen and begin to pump his hot cum deep inside me.

“OOhhhhhhh fuck me,” I groaned as he shot stream after stream into me. When he was finished, he pulled out and high fived Jeff as he moved between my legs. Before he could enter me, Kevin grabbed my wrists and pulled me up on the couch so my head was hanging over the arm. Jeff moved up and drove his cock into me with such force, I screamed out again. Jeff was thicker than Mike and seemed to stretch my cunt as he drove forward.

“God, I’ve never been so filled with cock,” I screamed. “Fuck me damn it, fuck me hard,” I begged as Kevin shoved the head of his cock in between my lips. He slowly forced his cock into my mouth until I thought I couldn’t take any more. Then he grunted,

“Come on bitch, take it all.” He grabbed my tits and shoved hard until his cock head popped into my throat. Everyone started to cheer him on as he began to forcefully fuck my throat. In the mean time, Jeff was slamming his big cock into my pussy like yakuplu escort a madman. It didn’t take long for both of them to cum hard. I swallowed as fast as I could, but I couldn’t keep up with Kevin. Finally, the cum shot out of my mouth and down over my face until I was completely drenched with cum.

They both laughed and pulled out, but before I could object, Phil sat on the couch and lifted me up and onto his cock. I was facing towards the room and the video camera as I sank onto his throbbing cock, again letting out a primeval groan. I was acting more like an animal now as I began bouncing up and down on his rod, my face completely covered with Kevin’s cum. Phil reached up and filled both hands with my tits as he pulled me back onto his chest.

“Damn you’ve got beautiful tits, baby. Tell me how much you want my cock, baby,” he urged.

“Ohhhhhhhhh Phil. Fuck me hard. Make me cum like before.”

“Do you love my cock,” he asked.

“Yes………..you’re soooooooooooooooo big. Fuck me Pleeeeaaaase,” I* begged for the camera.

“Bigger than your husbands cock,” he asked.

“Yes.Yes……..you’re sooooo much bigger than Tom,” I cried out as I thought about my husband and what he would think if he saw me right now. My body shook violently with another orgasm. I shut my eyes and didn’t see Danny until I felt him try to shove his thick cock into my pussy beside Phil’s cock.

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo……..,” I cried out as I realized what was happening. Too late. Danny slipped inside me as my cunt stretched to accommodate two big cocks. “Holy shit,” Tommy cried out. “They’re both going to fuck her at the same time,” he laughed.

“aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh,” I grunted as they both began moving in and out of my cunt. My body was in one long continual orgasm now as one of the guys zoomed the camera in to get a good shot of my double fucking. They fucked me for what seemed like hours before they both cried out at roughly tha same time, filling my pussy with more hot, sticky cum.

Danny pulled out first and rolled off the couch laughing as his cock began to wither. I rolled off the side and laid there with cum running from my pussy, down my legs and onto the couch.

Kevin stepped forward and took the video camera. Then as if he was directing a movie, he ordered Tommy to move between my legs and lick up their cum from my legs and pussy.

“Hurry,” Kevin ordered. “I’ll zoom in and get a good shot of you cleaning up her cunt. Then you can have her ass if you want.”

I felt sooooo used as Tommy did as he was told. I had never had a man eat me after I had fucked another man, but I have to say I liked the feeling it gave me. Tommy slurped noisily as he lick up as much cum as he could find before finding my clit. I didn’t think I could cum anymore but I was wrong. I started trashing around the couch as I grabbed his head and pulled him to my crotch, fucking his face for all I was worth.

The rest of the night was a blur, as Tommy did my ass while Kevin fucked my pussy and Jeff fucked my mouth. I think each one of them did me at least three times, never missing a second with the camera. At about 4:30 in the morning, I showered and got dressed, leaving the mansion and heading home. That was the first time in hours that I thought about Tom. I vowed never to cheat on him again and prayed that he wouldn’t find out.

But later that day, I realized how easy it would be to break a vow. The doorbell rang and when I answered it, the was no one there, just a small package on the door step. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised to find a video tape inside the package. As I stood there looking at it on the dining room table, the phone rang.

“Jen, this is Kevin……didn’t you get my little present,” he asked as he chuckled.

“Ye….Yes,” I stuttered as I stared at the tape.

“Good. Now be a good little girl and put it into the recorder while we talk.”

I was in a state of shock as I popped it into the recorder and turned on the tv. “Ohhhhhhhhh god,” I moaned as the screen filled with the image of me sucking on a big, hard cock. I was on my back and you could actually see the outline of his cock move back and forth in my throat.

“Now,” he said. “Lets talk about you’re new job at the office………………………….

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— CHAPTER 5: Malibu —

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*– JUNE, MANHATTAN, NEW YORK –*

I’d come back to America for a reason, and that reason was to put my old life back together. I knew I wasn’t ready to see Taylor just yet, so a trip to Malibu would have to wait a little while. In the meantime, reconnecting with Ashlyn and Joey was priority number one.

At the same time, I didn’t want to bring Evania and Vivienne with me to Ashlyn’s place, knowing that the presence of my new girls would only complicate matters and prevent me from getting the quality time needed to rebuild my relationships with my daughter and ex-girlfriend. But I couldn’t leave the girls to fend for themselves in a strange city, not yet, and I couldn’t ask Kaitlyn to keep skipping work to escort them around town.

So I worked out a little arrangement with Ashlyn. I told her I didn’t want to push her into anything she wasn’t ready for, and that I didn’t want to take up all of her time. I just wanted to visit Joey and get the chance to talk to her for an hour or so, and she agreed to let me visit in the morning and see how things went.

For the next two days, I left the girls in the apartment after breakfast, telling them to do some internet research or just relax. I took a cab over to the 5th Avenue Penthouse, played with my little girl, and got myself caught up on all the latest things going on in Ashlyn’s life. We chatted casually, although I could feel an underlying tension between us. I didn’t want to scare her off with proclamations that I still loved her and wanted to get back together. And she didn’t bring up any more complaints about me abandoning her by disappearing for three months.

After those two days of visits, the good news was that Joey was getting more and more at ease around me. She remembered her daddy, and although the innate trust wasn’t back to where it had once been, my little girl wasn’t afraid to play with me.

The bad news was that I wasn’t getting anywhere with Ashlyn. Rather than help us reconnect and remember how comfortable we were together, my visits only made the tension grow between us. She was repressing something when I was around her, and at the end of the second visit, she asked me to stop coming over for a little while.

“I need more time,” she said apologetically. “Time to sort out how I feel about you.”

“Three months wasn’t enough?” I tried to joke.

“Those three months are the _problem_,” Ashlyn snapped, looking frustrated. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned against the doorjamb. “I’m sorry, but there’s a lot of resentment I’ve built up that I have to get over.”

“I know… I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry.”

“But I am.”

“It doesn’t change anything.” She shook her head. “You left. You’re back. I’ve got to deal with it.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Give me time, okay?” she looked at me pleadingly. “I won’t keep you away from Joey. She’s your daughter, and she needs to know her father. But… don’t come visit tomorrow, okay? Maybe not the day after, either. I’ve got a shoot in the morning, anyways.”

I grimaced but nodded. “I’ll call you?”

Ashlyn shook her head. “I’ll call *you*.”

“When?”

She looked away, staring at nothing. Her jaw clenched, and I saw creases forming at the corners of her eyes. But eventually, she sighed and shook her head. “I… I don’t know.”

I returned back to my apartment, feeling glum. Fortunately for me, Vivienne and Evania were only too happy to try and cheer me up.

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Other than those morning trips to visit Joey and Ashlyn, the first couple of days were spent taking my girls sightseeing. We didn’t have jobs, nor any plans to find jobs. The weather was fantastic. Crowds were lighter because it was still mid-week. And leaving the girls behind to research what they wanted to do ensured that I would have a full itinerary for the rest of the day.

It was a good thing I was kept so busy. Bouncing all over New York kept me from thinking too much about how my efforts to reunite with Ashlyn were going absolutely nowhere.

We visited the Empire State Building and took photos from the Observation Deck (Vivienne insisted that the third level of the Eiffel Tower still had a better view). We also went to MOMA and the American Museum of Natural History (Vivienne was confused that the interior didn’t look anything like the Ben Stiller movie). And feeling nostalgic for my old style of traveling, I paid for a helicopter tour of the city.

But the day after Ashlyn told me to stop visiting, I took the girls down to Wall Street again. They were both curious about Jonathan Kwong and JKE, and when we got out of the cab, both girls just gasped at the sight of the massive tower with my name in big, bold letters over the grand entrance.

“You really own the entire building?” Evania gasped. It wasn’t like she didn’t know I was wealthy. But while she was used to private yachts and large mansions, 50-floor skyscrapers were something else altogether.

“The building, yes,” I nodded. beylikdüzü escort bayan “But my company actually occupies only the top two floors. The rest is leased out to other businesses.”

“Can we go inside?” Vivienne asked, wide-eyed and staring upwards.

I winced and shook my head, turning my back to the building. “Not a good idea. Someone in there is bound to recognize me.”

Evania nodded her understanding, and then looked significantly behind me. “Almost certainly. *There* is someone that _*I*_ recognize.”

I turned around immediately and saw a tall blonde exiting the double doors and turning left down the street. I didn’t catch a glimpse of her face, but then I didn’t need to. There was no doubt in my mind that it was Cassandra. It was in the way she walked. It was in the look of her hair. It was her entire being. It was my Cassandra.

Plus, Fat Tony was by her side. Part of building security, Fat Tony was 6’3″, 300 pounds, and very good with a handgun. My family rarely brought security with us from the mansion to Manhattan. A guard would just get in our way during the helicopter flights. But upon arrival, anyone leaving the building would always have a bodyguard travel with them, even if it was just Taylor doing some shopping. It was a rule we’d been forced to implement after Sharpley stole all those billions, and there had been some concern of reprisal when we started getting it all back. And Tony was Cassandra’s regular guard.

As I checked my watch, I already knew where they were headed. It was 11:30am, and Cassandra always liked to get lunch a little early to beat the crowds. So without even waiting for my girls, I set off down the sidewalk.

“Tohm? Where are you going?” Vivienne asked, hustling up to me.

Evania was beside her, already explaining. But less than a block later, my valet caught my hand and tugged me to a stop. “Sir, are you sure you want to see her? You told me there would be a risk of discovery if you and Miss Cooper were seen in public together.”

She was right, of course. Tony would undoubtedly recognize me, and although I trusted the man could keep a secret, it wasn’t a risk worth taking. I looked up the street, easily able to see the six-foot blonde and her hulking bodyguard despite the busy sidewalks. And after taking a deep breath, I nodded my head. “It is a risk,” I agreed. “But I just want to see her, okay?”

Evania and Vivienne looked at each other for a moment, but said nothing. I’d always been in charge of this little adventure, and it wasn’t their place to argue. So I set off again, knowing exactly where Cassandra was headed even if I lost them.

Sure enough, she and Fat Tony stopped in front of our favorite restaurant, Bobby Van’s on Broad Street. Unlike Taylor or Ashlyn, who both ate like very small birds, Cassandra was a meat and potatoes kind of girl. We both enjoyed our steaks, even for lunch. And the clientele at Bobby Van’s were well-heeled enough to not bother us even if they recognized us. Fat Tony would sure appreciate the food as well.

But they wouldn’t be dining alone. A moment after Cassandra stopped, turning around enough to *finally* let me get a glimpse of her exquisite face, another man immediately walked up to her. Without preamble, he opened his arms and the two of them hugged warmly, with Cassandra even leaning over to peck his cheek. And as my blood started to boil at the idea of MY Cassandra embracing some strange man I didn’t know, I finally recognized the newcomer.

_Barry???_

Special Agent Farnsworth stepped back and smiled at my assistant. My girls and I were half a block away, but I could see him say something that made Cassandra chuckle. A moment later, she gestured to the restaurant. Farnsworth crooked his elbow, Cassandra slipped her arm into it, and the three of them went inside.

I trusted Cassandra. She’d been my right hand for years and years. When I’d disappeared, she’d diligently gone hunting for me, so I knew that she cared. I knew that she would never… _ever_… cheat on me, even if I wasn’t with her to be cheated on.

But then why was she having lunch with Farnsworth?

Unable to shake the niggling of doubt in my mind, I flipped open my cell phone and held down a speed-dial. Evania looked at me curiously, while Vivienne just seemed impatient. But two rings later, Cassandra picked up the other end of the line.

“Jon-… hello?”

“It’s me.”

“I know,” she replied before I heard a rustle. “Excuse me,” she said faintly, as if talking to someone else. And then I heard the clacking sounds of her heels on hardwood as she apparently moved somewhere to get more privacy.

“I nearly said your name and blew everything. Is everything alright?” she asked me.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I just wanted to check in on you. It’s been a few days now, and the last thing I want to do is make you worry about me.”

“Thank you,” she said with obvious relief. “I have been worrying, but Evania has been keeping me informed.”

“She haramidere escort _has_?” I turned and shot my valet a look. Evania looked a little taken aback at my expression.

“Don’t be angry with her. I asked her to.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I really shouldn’t have expected anything less. “Anyways, I wanted to know how *you’re* doing. Where are you right now? It doesn’t sound like the office in the background.”

“Oh, I’m at Bobby Van’s,” Cassandra informed me.

“Alone?”

“Of course not. Fat Tony is here to keep me company. He’s always eager to finish my steaks if I don’t,” Cassandra laughed.

I smiled thinly. Just Fat Tony? Was there a reason she hadn’t mentioned Farnsworth? I wanted to trust her, but why would she keep that from me? Just what the *fuck* was going on?

But just as my blood started to heat up again, Cassandra was continuing. “And I’m meeting with Agent Farnsworth as well. After a few months with no news, there’s been some new activity on the investigation. Barry offered to come to the office, but I decided I’d treat him to some lunch. After all the money they’ve recovered for us, I figure he deserves a good meal.”

_Ahhhhh…_ I sighed contentedly, relaxing quite a bit at her honesty. I KNEW I could trust Cassandra, right? “That’s good,” I replied. “It’s the least we can do. What’s the news?”

“Oh, I don’t know just yet. We were just sitting down and I haven’t even ordered yet. I’ll call you when this is through, okay?”

“Sounds good. I’ll talk to you later.”

“You will. And thanks for calling, Jonathan. I’ve really missed you.”

I sighed, looking over at the restaurant. I rather missed the place, and I wondered if I could ever go back there again.

Then again, I really missed the company. Cassandra and I had shared hundreds of meals over the years at that place. And I wondered if I could go *anywhere* with her ever again.

“I miss you too.”

****

It was Friday when I realized I had absolutely nothing to do. Sure, I could’ve just stayed in and fucked all day, but Evania, Vivienne, and I had already engaged in torrid morning threesome that pulled three cumloads out of me, and it was only 10am.

My priority was still to reconnect with Joey and Ashlyn. My ex-girlfriend’s two-day moratorium on visits had passed, but she had not called me to tell me it would be alright to come by the penthouse. I briefly considered calling her, but thought better of it. She knew I was out here, wanting to visit. *I* knew that she’d told me not to call. And for now, at least, I’d best not ruin things by breaking her one and only request to give her some time.

The girls and I had done the sightseeing things that we really wanted to do around New York. Museums had been toured and monuments had been visited. Various international cuisines had been sampled, ranging from hard-to-find delicacies to common hot dogs from pushcart vendors. And of course, there had been sex… a LOT of sex.

We’d spent some time with Jeff and Kaitlyn. My friends were only too happy to entertain us, to chat, and of course, to have even more sex.

But now Jeff and Kaitlyn were at work, and I was at a loss for what to do. I could sit around, pining after my ex-girlfriend and wondering what my baby girl was doing. But that wasn’t very appealing. I was used to keeping busy, keeping myself distracted, and I was running out of distractions.

So I decided it was time for my girls and me to keep exploring America. We’d spent enough time in New York, and there was a lot more country to see.

“Anywhere?” Vivienne asked me with bright eyes when I told her my plan.

“Anywhere,” I confirmed. “For one week. Then we’re coming back here.”

“What if your girlfriend calls you and says you can visit again?” Evania asked, ever practical.

“Then I’ll fly back,” I answered. “She could call tomorrow. It could be next week. I don’t know. Money is no object, here. Make travel arrangements, but keep things flexible, okay? I want to keep a *relatively* low profile, so no private jet. We’ll fly domestic first class, rent cars, take taxis, whatever. Okay?”

The girls just looked at each other with big smiles. And as one, they turned and answered, “Okay!”

Evania had already been spending a lot of her free time doing research online, her old European Travel Agent-type habits surfacing. So it was an easy matter for her to start putting together an itinerary, of course with a lot of Vivienne’s input.

Once Evania had a first draft, she ran it by me. It was pretty action-packed, and though anywhere is within reach when you’re flying, she was trying to have us cover almost the _entire_ country in seven days.

“Let’s scale it back for now, and take our time,” I told her. “This won’t be our only opportunity to visit these places. I promise you there will be other trips.”

She nodded and worked to cut things down. I felt a hitch in my throat when I realized the girls wanted to see seks hikayeleri Mount Rushmore of all places. I still remembered how Ashlyn had joked about taking a photo of her, Taylor, and me having a threesome in front of those big heads. I wasn’t sure I could actually go there without thinking of them, but fortunately, Evania crossed it off the list as there wasn’t much else to do in South Dakota.

In the meantime, I settled myself in front of the TV, zoning out to whatever entertainment presented itself. I channel-surfed for a bit until a listing in the guide caught my attention. And despite the warning note in the back of my head telling me it was a bad idea, I found myself pressing the button to switch over to the afternoon edition of Celebrity Sightings.

I should have listened to the warning note.

The photo on the screen was of Ashlyn. There was no mistaking that gorgeous face, the copper-red hair, or the killer body artfully covered by a smoking hot green dress. There was also no mistaking that she was holding hands with a dashing young man, dressed in a fine Armani suit with a six-o’clock shadow making his already square jaw look even more masculine.

I must have missed quite a bit during my time away, because the breathy young reporter was going on about how Ashlyn had been seen on several occasions with one Nicolas Petrov, a Russian hockey player for the New York Islanders.

And then came the dagger. There was video of Ashlyn carrying Joey in her arms as they shopped at some boutique downtown. Charlotte and Evelyn were both in the background. And some paparazzi burst in front of them, asking, “What is your relationship to Nicolas?”

“We’re just friends,” Ashlyn replied dismissively, hiding behind her dark sunglasses and turning away and into the store, where the cameras wouldn’t be able to follow.

But just before she entered, the same paparazzi asked, “And what can you say to the rumors that John Kwong has come back to New York?”

I expected Ashlyn to ignore the question and just go inside. But then they probably wouldn’t have been showing this clip. And sure enough, she stopped right in front of the door and turned around. The camera quickly zoomed in on my ex-girlfriend’s face.

“John Kwong is his own man, who can come and go whenever he wants,” Ashlyn said tiredly. “He’s moved on… And so have I.”

The clip ended and the screen returned to the talking head. I tuned the reporter out and sagged against the couch’s backrest, my jaw in my lap.

Just then, Evania came into the bedroom, holding her laptop with a brand new itinerary draft for our impromptu trip.

“Just one question,” she began. “When do you want to leave?”

Still gaping at the TV, I shook my head sadly and sighed. “As soon as possible.”

****

*– JUNE (ONE WEEK LATER), NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA –*

“Mmm… How about… _her_?”

I set my wine glass down and leaned further back into my chair. Discreetly, I turned my head to look in the direction Vivienne’s eyes had rolled. And with a bit of surprise, I raised my eyebrows. “Hmm. The waitress?”

Vivienne nodded, a hint of a smile on her face.

I glanced back over to the woman in question, letting my mind percolate with the possibilities. We were at Arnaud’s, in the French Quarter. After a day spent watching the craziness on Bourbon Street, we’d retired to this more upscale establishment for dinner. It was a formal place, meaning I had to wear a jacket at the ladies were in nice dresses. It also meant that the waitress was more refined than the typical college-aged kids waiting tables in town, but she was still young and quite pretty, late-20s if I had to guess.

I knew why Vivienne had chosen her. The waitress was a busty redhead, and even I could tell she bore a slight resemblance to Aveline, Vivienne’s best friend back in France. And as I looked over at the slender, attractive woman in the rather sexy black and white uniform, I recalled some of my fondest memories with the Three ‘V’s on the yacht.

“It’s a little early to go girl-hunting, isn’t it?” I asked quietly. Today was the seventh day of our impromptu trip across America. It wasn’t the first time we’d picked up a strange girl in a new city, but we’d usually found them later in the evening at a bar or other spot for nightlife.

“But I want *her*,” Vivienne stated insistently.

“You think you can get her?”

Vivienne nodded confidently. “She likes women.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned. The waitress in question was not ours, was clear across the room, and had not even spoken to us. “How can you tell?”

Vivienne smiled enigmatically and glanced over at Evania. My Greek valet nodded to me and touched her nose with a twinkle in her eye. “A woman knows,” Evania stated knowingly.

I shrugged and smiled, nodding my head fractionally. Vivienne immediately folded her linen napkin, placed in on the table, and got up. Formally, I stood as well as she left. And then I watched her make her way toward the restrooms, a sway in her hips as she glanced over to the waitress across the room.

I don’t know how Vivienne did it, but immediately after pouring her customer’s wine, the waitress turned and headed back in the same direction. I got the distinct impression she was following my girlfriend. So shaking my head in amused disbelief, I sat back down and picked up my glass of wine.

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Western Skies – Chapter 2: Storm Warning

Wow, thank you everyone for the kind feedback! Hope I can keep the story up to your expectations. To that end, the installments will take longer to write so expect some time between them.

Note — No, there’s not actually a school like this in Bozeman, but there are some high-end boarding schools in the western US. It’s just set in Bozeman ’cause I know the area and love it.

Notice: This story contains male/male sexual activity between consenting individuals who are over age 18. If this is not something you are looking for, leave now! Always practice safe sex (even if not depicted in this work of fiction).

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©2020 Zorse_D

***

Soft, straw-colored light filtered through the window, striking my face. I blinked, slowly coming to my senses. The half-formed shapes of the dorm room solidified into recognizable pieces of furniture, gilded beneath the weak morning light. A gentle, cool breeze whispered in through the still-open window, striking the exposed skin of my face where it peeked out from under the covers.

A shiver ran up my spine, and I hunkered down, snuggling closer to the warm body next to me. The warm body next to me.

My eyes flew open, panic boiling up in my veins. My heart quickly sped up to a manic tempo as the memory of last night rushed back. I glanced to my left. Luke was still sound asleep. A peaceful look had taken up residence on his tanned face, barely a hint of morning stubble grazing his jawline. His golden-brown hair was spread out in a messy swirl over the pillow, but he still looked as good as ever.

My stomach flipped, and my panic was tempered by other residual emotions, coursing through me anew in the golden rays of dawn. My soft cock began to harden as I looked down on him, remembering the feel of his talented mouth around it, drawing unspeakable feelings of bliss from within me. Last night was…unforgettable. Without a doubt.

I wondered what else his gentle lips could do, and what they would say to me when he awoke.

The thought of Luke awake, near naked, and laying next to me caused my cortisol level to spike like a geyser, and logical thoughts that had been dulled by whiskey now rose in the forefront of my mind. Was last night a mistake? Would the light of day make him regret what he’d done? Did I regret what I’d done? It was all too much to process, and my conflicting emotions raged within me unencumbered by the dampening, magical effects of alcohol.

I turned to reach for my phone on the bedside table, automatically seeking distraction from my whipsawing emotions. Spots danced around the edges of my vision and an uncomfortable twinge reverberated through my skull, reminding me once more of the inescapable consequences of drinking.

There were two text messages waiting for me. One text was from my dad, only twenty minutes old, wishing me fun day out boating with Evan. He really had been on best behavior ever since moving me out here, more engaged than in years passed. It was a nice change. I made up a quick reply and moved on to the next message, from Evan, sent at about midnight: All good dude? Where you at?

Shit. It was five minutes before eight, still pretty early for a Saturday morning, but I’d always been an early riser. I hurriedly texted him back: Sorry everything’s fine, got sidetracked last night. See you in 45 mins. Can’t wait to hit the lake.

After a quick scan of social media, I was out of things to do. I let out a long breath, flipping onto my back and staring at the ceiling. For ten minutes or so, I meditated alone in my mind. My eyes began to trace the grain in the wood beam overhead, enjoying the feeling of nothingness.

Beside me, I heard a quiet groan and felt Luke stretch.

“Morning” he whispered into my ear, a playful tone in his voice.

I twisted my head over to look at him. His cocky smile had made an appearance, and his eyes were dancing with sparks like they had the night before. There was no hint of regret in his expression.

My volatile emotions now soared, and I smiled broadly. “Morning.”

Luke’s arm reached out, pulling me close to him, his hair tickling the back of my neck. Goosebumps erupted on my skin as a tingle ran down my spine. I was always an independent person, but my body seemed to cave beneath his lightest touch. It was a new, vulnerable, and strangely alluring feeling.

“You smell good,” he mumbled softly into my ear, squeezing me tighter. Through his boxers, I could feel him starting to harden against me, pressed against my ass cheeks. Instinctually, I rubbed back against him, feeling his cock slowly spread along my crack. Luke’s hot breath intensified against my neck and he let out a groan.

“Damn it, you’re just so beautiful,” he whispered.

I was rock hard again, but the morning-after doubts were still strong with me. This was so much, so fast, so different. I sat up and turned to face him, breaking our close contact. He let out an audible sigh, disappointed escort beylikdüzü that his cock was separated from me.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” I asked him, staring into his face, looking for the lie I couldn’t find.

Luke’s eyes widened, the flecks of gold and amber glowing, like tiny boats set adrift in a sea of icy gray. “Yes, I do,” he said matter-of-factly, like he was just telling me the weather.

I didn’t know what to say. He was better looking than I ever could hope to be, so far out of my league. As a friend. And now…whatever this was. Whatever he wanted from me. Maybe I should’ve said something back, telling him how beautiful he was, but my voice seemed to be stuck in my throat. So I laid back down, staring at the ceiling once more.

Luke rested his hand on my chest, gently caressing me with his long fingers. Last night I was the one who took charge, telling him that everything was fine. Now, it was his turn to calm me, wordlessly demonstrating that I actually meant something to him.

We stayed that way for almost half an hour, me staring at the ceiling and Luke laying against me, resting his arm on the curved ridges of my pecs.

I could see the clock out of the corner of my eye, showing it to be thirty minutes past eight. Sitting up, I stretched, placing my hands on my hips to pop my back. Luke’s hand slipped down to my thigh, where he continued caressing my skin.

“I have to go,” I mumbled, not looking forward to leaving him, but also relieved to be able to go and process my feelings on my own.

He sighed. “I should probably get up too and go eat something.”

We dressed silently, me slipping on the same clothes I had dumped the night before, Luke into a pair of dark jeans and yet another football t-shirt. I walked over to the door, placed my hand on the knob, and hesitated.

“Luke,” I began, planning to thank him for inviting me over. Before I could say anything else, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. Luke whipped me around and pressed me up against the door, his hands resting on my obliques.

My vision barely had time to focus before I felt his mouth against mine, the same soft lips that had nuzzled my neck now pressing against my face, surrounding me with a supple, firm pressure.

A gasp escaped me, but I didn’t pull back. My eyes shot open before beginning to slowly drift closed, the feeling of his warmth spreading through me. Luke took my lower lip in his own, the gentle feeling of teeth pulling with a barely-controlled strength. My hands closed on his hips and my head tilted up, pushing into him, allowing our faces to become one.

After what seemed like an eternity, my blank mind was filled with a rush of yammering, incoherent thoughts. Heart pounding, I pulled back and looked up at him.

“I…I have to go now…”

My consciousness seemed to float somewhere outside of my body, so that it wasn’t me but someone else who I looked down upon as he opened the door and staggered into the hall.

Ignoring greetings from the few other boys out early, I walked, almost ran, to the stairs, taking them two at a time down to the first floor. It was only when I heard the slam of the door to my room that I felt like my mind and body were once again united in the same shell.

“Kaden? Hey? You okay, bud?” Evan was staring at me in alarm, his shirtless torso propped up against a pillow, textbook in hand. It took me a few seconds to realize someone was speaking to me as I stood next to the door.

“Just a bit out of it,” I managed, feigning a yawn as I awkwardly turned away, rummaging in my dresser for fresh clothes. “Had a few drinks last night and ended up crashing over in Luke’s room.”

I grabbed a t-shirt and my swimsuit, turning back to Evan. He was eying me with a suspicious look.

“Okay…right. You just seem different, is all. Like you’re having some deep, existential crisis or something.” He’s not far off, said a little voice in my mind.

Evan perked up, trading his thoughtful, nerdy expression for a sly one. “Or you weren’t with Luke last night. You were actually with his sister, fucking her brains out?”

The tension was broken, and I laughed, loudly. It only took a second for Evan to join me. If only he knew it wasn’t Luke’s sister.

Evan jumped up, grabbing a backpack and tossing in his swimsuit. “Let’s go, the lake is waiting. It’s supposed to sunny till some cold front blows in tonight. Even nature is wishing you a happy birthday, dude!”

And it was. Thirty minutes later, we were walking across the neat, tree-covered grounds towards the student parking lot, carrying a Yeti cooler between us. The air had warmed quickly, and the bluebird sky seemed to beckon us with the promise of sun-soaked, carefree fun.

With us were two guys Evan played soccer with — Mason and Cole —and Danny, our neighbor in the dorm and my friend from football. After a brief coffee-and-breakfast detour through the Starbucks drive through, gürpınar escort we were headed north towards the lake.

The sun shined in the cloudless sky as we wound up the two-lane road, flanked by towering peaks. I stared out the passenger window of Evan’s SUV, watching the fields of cut hay and winter wheat whizz by. My mind was busy sorting through the events of last night and this morning. The result was some sort of internal battle, raging within me. Part of my soul yearned to just relax and go forward, seeing where this new road with Luke would go. But another part of me was scared beyond belief, indecisive and tormented by all the ‘what if’s’ of running headlong into some sort of…fling…or relationship?…with another guy.

Some component of me sensed that Luke was wanting more than an occasional release from another dude. He had called me beautiful…and kissed me. It also didn’t escape my notice that he chose to take my cock into his mouth, and didn’t even ask me to reciprocate.

There was a twinge by my navel. Yes, he kissed me, and I had definitely kissed him back…before my shock, panic and self-awareness overtook me, driving me from the room like a frightened deer.

I felt terrible at high-tailing it out of his room like I did. Normally, I wasn’t one to run away from things. Ever. Another twinge of regret hit me as I realized I didn’t even have Luke’s phone number, so there was no way for me to apologize until I saw him again.

Should I go meet him at the arena tonight?

I told him I would, but the truth was, I was still on the fence as to whether my see-sawing emotions could handle it.

“He’s definitely on another planet right now. Poke him in the ribs and see what he does,” Cole suggested.

My attention snapped back to the car. Everyone was looking at me. Evan looked concerned, and the rest amused, like I was some mildly interesting animal at the zoo.

“Poke me in the ribs and I punch you in the face,” I tossed back, smirking. “Cut me some slack guys, it was my birthday and I’m hungover.” With some grunts and a few more snickers, the conversation shifted to the limited number of girls who attended the school.

“Just think about whichever of the football guys make the big plays next week at homecoming,” Mason was saying, “They’re the ones who’ll get lucky, at least before the rest of us. Hope you’re ready, Kaden.”

Looking back out the window, I pictured myself making a big play and hearing the crowd roar for me. It was what anyone in my position would want. But it wasn’t one of the hot, popular girls’ faces on my mind, going back to the dorm with me after the game. It was someone else. Someone who was definitely not a girl.

***

Problems and worries ceased to exist during the hours we spent on the water. The clear autumn weather was as glorious as anticipated, one of those sun-kissed days that you wish would last forever. Montana fall weather was fickle, a churning cycle of cool, wind, and clouds dotted with warm, truly spectacular gifts like today. So far, the alleged cold front hadn’t made an appearance, but it was supposed to be darting south later in the afternoon.

For the time we were on the lake, we couldn’t be troubled with the coming change of weather. All that mattered was the spray of the surf as we took turns wakeboarding behind the boat, skimming along the top of the water. My skills still needed some work —okay, a lot of work, as I had a nasty habit of launching face-first into the wave I was supposed to be on top of.

By the time three o’clock rolled around, we had given up wakeboarding for eating and relaxing. The boat bobbed lazily amidst the huge expanse of water while I laid on my back, eyes closed, somewhere between awake and asleep. A light breeze had picked up from the northwest, jarring the boat. Annoyed, I sat up to look at the waves that had so rudely interrupted the peaceful day. Daniel looked up from where he was rummaging in the cooler, staring towards the sky. “Yo, I think this is our cue to leave. It’s coming over the mountains. Right now.”

My eyes followed in the direction he was pointing. Sure enough, swirling dark clouds gathered above the mountains that ringed the far side of the valley. They were growing rapidly, and with menacing fury. As if to underscore his point, a crackling nimbus of lightning encircled one of the peaks.

Evan slipped into the driver’s seat, turning over the motor and steering us back towards the marina. “Good with me. I’m starting to feel like shit again anyway.”

Danny smirked. “That’s what happens when you make out with tier-one sluts. You probably have mono.” Evan grunted, not answering as he directed the boat through the choppy surf, on a beeline towards the shore.

Apparently, he had gone to some “get together” back home, as he called it, the night before coming out to Montana. He’d bragged about making out with at least three different girls, so Daniel probably akbatı escort wasn’t too far off with the mono diagnosis.

By the time the boat was moored securely in its slip, covered, and we were rumbling down the dirt road back to the highway, the thunderclouds had arrived and Evan was as pale as a ghost. He had wordlessly tossed me the keys and climbed into the passenger seat, letting his eyes close as rolling winds and dark curtains of rain streaked across the windshield.

The drive back from the lake was a much more subdued affair, compared to the ride up. The weather seemed to dampen everyone’s spirits, signaling the end of summer fun and foreshadowing the coming winter snows, short days, and an endless parade of homework and exams.

Now absent the distraction of the boat, my thoughts returned to their previous state of torment.

With every rumble of thunder came a new pang inside me, indecision gnawing at me like some starving wolf chewing on an elk carcass.

Luke, that asshole.

I didn’t know if I should go meet him or not. It was like my soul was stretching itself in two ways at once, torn between the direction where my deep, uncontrollable urges drove me…and the other where my overly-analytical, problem-avoiding mind tugged. What if our classmates found out about us? Or our families? Luke’s dad was the congressman for the state of Montana! What would I be getting myself into?

Only yesterday afternoon I was so sure of myself, of who I was and what I was doing…until Luke decided to jump into my life and push me rapidly out of my comfort zone and across a wild, new frontier. Whether to be furious or thankful, I did not know.

Fortunately, driving was an almost meditative experience. The hum of the tires on the road, coupled with the swish-swish of the windshield wipers, lulled me into a trancelike state of emotional clarity. The storm slowly subsided into a steady, gray rain. A sense of calm brushed away anxious, tense thoughts, replacing them with visceral memories of the past day’s physical and emotional pleasures.

I started to stiffen at the thought of Luke’s mouth around my cock, drawing me into radiant waves of ecstasy. I remembered the feeling of his lean, warm body next to me, laying lazily in bed this morning. I remembered how my arms had wrapped around him the night before, drawing him close like a human shield against the raging storm. God, maybe the universe is trying to telling me something, I thought, smirking as I stared at the rivulets of water running down the window.

We got back to Bozeman around four-thirty. The day had dimmed into semidarkness, buried beneath the heavy weight of the coiling, steel-colored sky.

“Fuck, some cold front,” Cole exclaimed as he jumped out of the car. “Fuck,” we all agreed in turn, feeling the frigid air hit us like a frozen whip. The temperature had dropped over thirty degrees from when we left the lake, and the drizzle was starting to look like sleet.

“Think I should head home,” mumbled Evan, walking around to the driver’s side of his SUV. He looked a bit better after napping on the drive home, but still pale as hell.

“Think you can make it? Want me to drive you?” I asked.

“Nah, it’s not far. Happy birthday again, bud. Catch you later.”

I watched him drive away, deflected dinner invites from the other guys, and meandered back to my room. It was cold in the dorm, and I hurriedly threw on jeans and a flannel shirt before grabbing my car keys and a jacket.

Here goes nothing.

Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up to the equestrian center. I ran through the muddy dirt parking lot to one of the doors, sliding inside and out of the wind-driven sleet.

The smell hit me first — the sweet, musty odor of earth, mixed with the gently cloying fragrance of horse. I took a deep breath in, exhaling slowly as I looked around. It smelled like being back in the arena at home. Only, this arena was three times as big. Here, underneath the bright fluorescent lights, surrounded by the still, warm air…it was the type of place I was meant to be.

Only four riders were out in the middle, minding their own business as they worked through circles, figure-eights, and other riding drills. My scanning eyes paused on Luke. He was across the arena, in a side pen, saddling a beautiful buckskin quarter horse. My eyes caught on the dark, slim fitting jeans he wore over a pair of boots. The collar of a dark red, paisley print button-up poked out from the heather-gray pullover stretched over his torso. A smaller bay horse was standing alongside him, already saddled. For me, I guessed.

My feet seemed frozen, so I leaned up against the inner panel fence, watching Luke as he expertly cinched up his saddle. He mounted and broke his horse into a slow jog to warm up, totally oblivious to my presence. After a few minutes circling at the far end, Luke cued the buckskin into a faster lope and came down the side of the arena, ending with a halfway-decent sliding stop fifteen feet away from me.

He noticed me for the first time, his eyes growing wide and fixing on my face.

“You came,” he almost whispered.

“I came.”

“I wasn’t sure you would. Not after this morning.”

“You bribed me with horses…you should’ve known I’d show up. Nice buckskin you’ve got there, by the way.”

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Robert and Lizzy were not the most attractive couple but I liked them. I am no judge of what an attractive man in but Lizzie was cute. Heavy, sure, but she had great eyes. I liked hanging out with them.

It was Friday, I had a rough week. I wanted a beer. I was headed home from my last call of the day and stopped at the little bar close to the house. It was a friendly place. The restaurant was good to take the kids to. The bar was fun for happy hour. I texted the wife and told her to meet me. I parked and found Robert and Lizzie at the bar. I texted her again and said I was sitting with them.

She still didn’t reply for almost another hour. She had been busy crafting. “You have fun.”

Three beers in I did.

After a discussion about how Angie wasn’t joining us and a couple suggestive comments about how much more fun a foursome is than a threesome, a wager was made on a game of trivia. I won, as I was sure I would.

Lizzie didn’t seem as large separated from her wiry husband. We slipped into the backseat of his truck while he saved our places at the bar. Her mouth was soft and wet around my cock. She didn’t rush, she was slow and diligent and discovered quickly that slow and diligent was what worked for me. It might have taken maybe three minutes for me to come but it was probably even quicker than that.

Back inside they whispered to one another. She giggled and he seemed to pout.

“What is it?” I made the mistake of asking.

Lizzie leaned close and whispered quietly. In the noisy bar I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly. I could have sworn she said he wanted the snowball.

Lynn showed up around 9:30 irritated. She had come to get me. Lizzie grabbed her though and dragged her outside. I knew she wanted to mooch a cigarette.

Angie was more relaxed when they came inside. She even had a beer with us before talking me home. It didn’t come up until we were in the car. “So, I hear YOU had FUN!”

We were not opposed to being friendly with our friends. It happened from time to time. We laughed about possibly attracting the wrong kind of people. She did not like Robert though. I could understand. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh god. I’m not mad. I’m not gonna join in but I’m not mad?”

“She is your AJ. I was mad you didn’t call or anything and I had to come find you.”

AJ was a friend of mine. He smoked and sold pot. I guess people prefer to say beylikdüzü escort weed now. He would come over every few months. Stoned, Angie got horny. Sometimes she did both of us at the same time. Sometimes she just took AJ in the bedroom while I sat back and stared at the stars. AJ sold really strong “weed.”

Monday around four Lizzie invited me over to watch football. I said I would check with Angie. Lizzie said she would see me about 5:30. Angie has a class Monday nights. I typically fall to sleep during a boring football game. I messaged her that I was going to use her as an excuse not to go out. She told me she had already said I could go.

I didn’t want to go. I honestly didn’t want to watch the Bengals. I also was still feeling guilty about the blowjob in the parking lot. Angie was conspiring against me. I was certain something would happen if I went to their house. I cleaned myself up and got ready to leave but didn’t leave the house until I got the message from Angie.

“Go. Have fun. Tell me about it later.”

Angie answered the door in a skin tight tiger printed teddy and stockings. Her tits strained the spaghetti straps to the limit. It as not necessarily attractive, it was a lot of girl in very little lingerie but it was sexy. I like curves. Her ass looked better than expected. It was a pair of great round smooth orbs and it shifted from side to side as she walked me to the couch. She got me a beer. I watched the game critical of sloppy defense.

At the end of the first quarter she undid my fly and I watched Pittsburgh score with my cock in her mouth. It took longer this time. I made sure of it.

She moved to Robert. I stroked her thigh as she sucked him. She adjusted her position and I ran my hands over her ass. I forgot to watch the game.

Three small snaps struggled to keep the teddy fastened and prevented me from stroking her pussy. I teased it on either side of her lingerie. She mewed with her mouth full of cock. I swelled again. I tented my boxers, my shorts were long gone.

My mouth watered. Her thighs were thick, soft, and the flesh flawless. I imagined them wrapped around my face.

The snaps had to be released. They popped when I pressed my thumb between the seams. She was gloriously smooth, hairless, and smooth and soft as silk.

“Mmm hmm.. Mmm hmmm…” she moaned. I slid a finger into beykent escort her. The two-minute warning sounded. I presume Robert came, her growled as though he did. She more or less smothered him with a kiss I didn’t want to think about. I had googled snowball, and fingered her pussy and clit. There was moaning and grinding and a field goal with 20 seconds to play in the half.

The halftime show was a review of everything I had watched Sunday. I didn’t mind missing it.

She was splendid in bed. Vigorous, jiggly, playful, and affectionate and even after we had fucked I stroked and teased her. We kissed and groped until I was tagged out.

I had never done that before.

The game had started. I preferred to watch it than watch Robert on top of his wife. It was awkward, so small a man between such thick thighs. He was as hairless as she was. They were weird. I texted that to Angie. She replied with a row of A’s and H’s I knew meant that she was genuinely amused by my predicament.

When Robert popped out of the bedroom he came and sat next to me on the leather sofa butt ass naked. I updated him on the comeback in progress. I heard my name called from the bedroom.

“Go,” he said.

We played in a joyful, silly manner as she bounced up and down on my cock until neither of was feeling joyful and silly and the intensity began to build. Her tits were simply immense. I had doubted I had another one in me until she was on top of me and I alternated putting one and then the other in my mouth. “Pinch.” She whispered at one point. When I did she whispered “harder.” I obliged. She rocked backwards until she was sitting straight up. He pressed her hand between our hips. I felt her fingers at the base of my cock. She stopped fucking and just held me inside of her as she got herself off. Her pussy was a calliope of sensations.

She came loudly, no words, just cries and squeals. I had come already.

“Oh shit!” she said.

“What?”

“We sort of forgot something?”

“What?” I asked puzzled. As she got off of me, dripping our combined juices onto my thigh I realized. “I’m sorry.” I groveled. It was rule number one.

“It’s okay.” She said. “It’s… well… are you going to be totally grossed out when I tell you to send Bobby in?”

“No.” I said without thinking. As I pulled on my shorts she had halkalı escort rolled over onto her back and gone back to playing with herself. It was only when I was back on the couch with a beer and she was moaning through the wall that I got it. I understood.

I took a very long drink of beer before resolving I had no opinion on the matter. Occasionally over the next few minutes it came to mind again and I reminded myself, even muttering it aloud. “I have no opinion on the matter.”

When Robert returned the to couch and told me it was my turn again I didn’t think I had it in me.

Angie was not an all night sort of girl. She was good and enjoyed it but she wanted it to happen and be over. Even when we had done the threesome thing she didn’t much have any appetite for thirds. We had never played apart before. I had never been with a woman that wanted it like this.

I told her I thought I was spent when I crawled into bed beside her. She wasn’t having it. I think she sucked me for twenty minutes before I was hard again. I suppose it made sense that she wanted me to take her from behind. I had been on top, she had been on top, and it was the logical next thing to do.

Honestly, it’s not my favorite. I’m a kissy face affectionate lover. She helped by groaning, “Fuck me, fuck me hard,” as I took her standing at the foot of the bed. I came again, remarkably.

Angela was awake when I got home. It was surprise number 407 of the day. She was laying in bed in lingerie, my favorite, number 408. She wanted the story, 409, and she wanted to mess around, 410.

I didn’t think any of those things was going to happen but once I showered and got into bed and she began to give me blow job number three of the day I told her, play by play what had happened. I tried to be detailed because she seemed to get worked up when I did but I will tell the truth, I left some things out. “I have no opinion on the matter.”

She fucked me vigorously. Aggressively. It was, pardon the expression, fucking awesome. After she climbed off of me she ditched the lingerie for her typical T-shirt and boxers and laid down with her back to me.

“Are you sure you didn’t leave anything out?” she asked. I barely heard her.

“No, I don’t think so, why?”

“Nothing a little… kinky?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why do I get the feeling there is something you aren’t telling me?” I asked her finally.

“Don’t you like your wife pimping you out as a couple’s sex toy?”

“Is that what is going on?” there were more questions then answers.

“Go to sleep.” She said.

“What have you and Liz arranged?”

“Go to sleep.”

I slept well dreaming of broad asses and great giant tits.”

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When morning came the smell of bacon being cooked was wafting through the air; making its way from the kitchen downstairs all the way into my bedroom upstairs. Despite whatever reservations or questions I had held and what seemed like an irregular amount of activity over the course of my sleep I had actually slept quite well. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I had ever had such good sleep and such good dreams.

It was with these positive thoughts that I stretched myself awake and yawned. I turned my head and looked over to my closet and saw that my work clothes had been neatly ironed and were hanging from the door ready to be worn. And…oh yeah! I almost forgot! Someone was relaxingly licking and sucking my cock underneath the sheets.

I could see strands of blonde hair hanging down over what I knew to be a beautiful and soft face. Over her head were the sheets I spoke of earlier. I reached down, took hold of the sheets, and yanked them away to reveal her lovely backside. She was one of the Judd Twins, and judging by the way she’d been bobbing up and down my cock I had to assume it was Kaycee.

She quickly and reluctantly let my cock out of her mouth with a pop as she tilted her head upward and brushed her hair back with her hand. She opened her beautiful brown eyes and as the sunlight from my bedroom windows hit them they shined with an amazing and spectacular luster. Indeed her whole body was glowing; she had the glow of a woman who had just experienced a magical night such as prom night or a wedding night. She beamed down at me as she held my cock in her small, soft hand. Even though she was completely naked her smile was the thing I found sexiest about her at that moment.

“Good morning, Daddy!” she greeted.

I yawned and stretched once more before answering her.

“Good morning. Daddy?” I asked.

“Uh huh!” she said, nodding her head up and down as she stroked my morning wood.

“Why are you calling me Daddy?” I asked through, yet another, yawn.

“Because you’re mine and Kaycee’s Daddy, of course!” she exclaimed, proudly.

“Kaycee?” I said. I found it interesting that I had been wrong about her identity. But I quickly let it out of my mind and continued the conversation. “I’m sorry, what do you mean by ‘I’m your Daddy?'”

“It’s a roleplay, Daddy!” she explained. “Just a little one. We know this is a lot for you to take in, but we still need to get you ready. Baby steps, you know?”

As she spoke she began dangling her feet and legs in the air childishly, and then when she finally finished what she had to say she took to sucking my cock once more. Now that I was more awake shivers ran through my body like electric shocks as I felt her mouth around my pole. I felt myself grow harder in her mouth and she moaned around me.

“Mmmm…” she mewed.

“I…I don’t know…” I said. I was very aroused. I’d never been woken up with a blowjob before, and if I’m being completely honest the situation itself is what aroused me most. I felt like a king. “It just doesn’t feel right. I mean, Wendell is your father. Not me.”

She pulled her lips off my cock and kissed the tip before looking back up at me.

“Yes, you’re right. He’s our father. But you’re our Daddy. And besides…I think you know how our father is. You know, with her.”

“You mean your mom, Stephanie?” I asked.

Stacie nodded and then took to sucking my cock once more.

I knew what she meant. Wendell made more money than Stephanie, but in their relationship he was the submissive one. He had regaled me with plenty a story about the things Stephanie would do to him in the bedroom; it was compensation for the stories I gave him of my sexual exploits. This behavior wasn’t confined to the bedroom, however. Stephanie was bossy, overbearing, and possessive; that was just her nature. Wendell loved that about her. I’m not saying there was anything wrong with the relationship; they’d been together for over twenty years and had two beautiful children, but I think if I were a betting man I would have bet that a therapist would say that it wasn’t exactly ideal for the twins.

I, on the other hand, had no problem with putting Stephanie in her place from time to time. Much like our banter at the restaurant recently I often made snide and cheeky comments to her and at her expense. To me these comments came off as obvious jokes, but she often got into a fuss over them. I found this hilarious.

“Wait a minute!” I said, suddenly realizing something as my mind still struggled to wake up. “You said…what did you mean when you said you need to get me ready? And ‘baby steps?'”

Again, Stacie pulled her mouth off of my cock.

“You don’t need to worry about that. You just worry about becoming comfortable with being our Daddy.”

“I guess it couldn’t hurt to give it a shot.” I said. “What do you want me to do?”

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, Daddy.” Stacie said after giving my cock a sloppy kiss. “We’ll take care of everything, beylikdüzü escort bayan and when you’re ready you can play along.”

“Okay.” I said. “I’m not going to make any promises, but I promise that I’ll try.”

Stacie giggled at my mind-numbingly stupid joke. God bless her.

“Oh Daddy!” she said with a smile. “You’re so silly!”

Her laugh was contagious and so I began to laugh along with her, but in the midst of that moment I suddenly remembered that it was morning on a Monday and I needed to be at work.

“Oh fuck!” I said, looking to my alarm clock and seeing that it was turned off. “Shit! What time is it? I have to be at work! I have patients!”

I started to panic slightly, but then Stacie had her hands on my chest and her face was in front of mine in no time. I then felt her hands on either side of my face. They felt so soft and gentle I had no choice but to calm down.

“Hey…hey…hey…” she said as she looked me right in the eye with her own eyes. Her own shimmering, loving, and nurturing eyes. I felt as though she was caressing my soul. “Relax, Daddy. It’s still early. We know you have to be at work by nine, and you have plenty of time. I took the liberty of being your alarm clock.”

I turned to my alarm clock to make sure that I had seen it right the first time and to confirm that it was turned off. It was. I then turned back to Stacie.

“If you set the alarm clock then why is it turned off? Did it go off and it just didn’t wake me? Did I not hear it?” I asked.

Stacie giggled.

“Silly Daddy!” she said, beaming at me once more. “I didn’t set your alarm clock. I am your alarm clock.”

“You…woke me up? You woke me up!” I said. “You were blowing me and you woke me up because you’re my alarm clock?”

Stacie’s face was dripping with pride as she smiled and nodded.

“I…that’s…wow!” I exclaimed. “With the exception of last night that might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. I hope you don’t mind me saying so…”

I looked at the beautiful blonde girl in front of me and watched as her face scrunched up and moisture began to drip from her eyes. She was breathing quickly and heavily as she tried to hold back tears.

I didn’t know what to say. All I could think to do was apologize.

“I’m sorry!” I blurted. “I meant that as a compliment, really! Please don’t cry…”

I was watching her intently and after a brief moment holding her head down I saw her raise her head up again, and when she opened her eyes they shimmered even brighter than they had before.

“Oh, Daddy!” she cried out. In an instant I saw her stretch her arms out in a wide hug. Her huge breasts approached me quickly and without warning as she threw her arms around me and caressed my body with hers. “You enjoyed what the three of us did last night? Honest and true?”

I could feel the warmth of her body against me. She was shaking; either from happiness or excitement, possibly both.

“I…I did. I did enjoy it. It was…the best night of my life.” I said.

She looked into my eyes and once again I felt as if she was caressing my very soul; like she could see me, ALL of me.

“Th-thank you Daddy!” she said as she tried to stop her crying. “I wish…wish…Stacie had been here to hear that.”

“Me too…” I said as I tried to play along with her game. “…sweet…um…sweetheart?”

At this her face lit up and she opened her mouth wide as she looked at me with shock and excitement. She then started to sob again as she spoke.

“Daddy! *sob* You…you…called me sweet *sob* sweet…heart! If only Stacie was here to see this!”

“Where is Stacie, anyway?” I asked, trying to change the subject to keep her from crying. “Is she downs-

I trailed off as I suddenly realized that something wasn’t right. I had been wrong about something.

“Wait a minute…” I said as I now sat up erect. “Earlier you said that I’m yours and Kaycee’s Daddy. Now you’re saying that Stacie isn’t here…which would mean she’s downstairs. What’s going on?”

At this her face grew red and she quickly lowered herself and went back to sucking my cock, but this time she did so with much more enthusiasm. She was bobbing her head up and down furiously in an effort to…I don’t know…make me cum? Or make me forget.

“No, no, no.” I said, with a slight sternness in my voice. “Answer the question. What are you two up to? Did you trade names or trade places or something?”

Reluctantly, she pulled her mouth off my cock and sighed as she looked up at me.

“Daddy…” she said.

Despite how many times she had called me that thus far I was still not used to it. Nevertheless I responded to it.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you want us to help you find your perfect woman or not?” she asked.

I hesitated to answer. The truth is I had not given much thought to finding the perfect woman as of late. Even so I did still want to find her if she beylikdüzü escort even existed at all. So I answered in the affirmative.

“Yes, I do.” I said.

“Then just let this go. Please, Daddy! My sister and I only want the best for you. We really care about you. After what happened last night, can’t you see that?”

I sighed. At my core I liked what the twins were offering me, but my inability to understand due to lack of information was driving me mad. I didn’t know why they were doing what they were doing, I didn’t know what their endgame was; I didn’t even really know them. Lack of knowledge is something I wasn’t used to.

“I guess so. I mean, you two wouldn’t let me do all of those things to you unless you felt at least something for me, right? Wait…you two aren’t crazy, psycho murderers are you? I’m not going to wind up dead when this is all over am I?”

The girl below me giggled.

“No, Daddy. We’re not crazy. We want you to live a long healthy life.” She said.

“So I take it last night wasn’t just a one night stand, then?” I asked.

“We don’t want it to be. Do you?” she asked.

I hesitated to answer. This felt like a moment of truth, for me. I wanted to keep fucking the twins, of course, but this whole thing just felt wrong at the core. On the other hand they were of legal age so we weren’t doing anything we weren’t exactly allowed to do…

“If I wanted this to continue…how would it work? You guys would just come over every once in a while?” I asked.

She let my dick pop out of her mouth so she could answer me.

“We would be over here as much as we possibly could. Sadly, we can’t spend the night here every night. And we have to keep up appearances at home and school and stuff.”

She frowned and overturned her bottom lip cutely before going back to licking my shaft up and down.

“I mean, I guess that would be ok.” I said. “It’s not like we’re breaking the law or doing anything illegal. And as long as your parents don’t find out. Or anyone, really.”

A huge smile swept across her face as she flattened her stomach on the bed completely and dangled her feet in the air childishly while she took to sucking my cock once more.

I took a breath and reached down to her blonde head and gently guided her up and down my shaft, but as soon as I started my own stomach began to growl. I realized that the reason I hadn’t cum or gotten too aroused from her licking and sucking was because my hunger was overcoming my lust at the moment. I hadn’t eaten in some time.

The busty twin at my crotch giggled and smiled as she sucked my cock. She then popped me out of her mouth as she continued to dangle her feet in the air.

“Awww…are you hungry, Daddy?” she asked, as though she was talking to something she needed to nurture.

“Yeah, a little.” I said. “For some reason I smell bacon.”

“Then…” she said, sitting up on her knees and then crawling off the bed. “Let’s go downstairs and eat!”

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woken up next to a woman. In the past I had always left before that part arrived. As I got out of bed I was suddenly aware that I was naked, and I had to fight the urge to cover up. The fact that she was also entirely naked made the situation a bit more comfortable for me.

“Follow me!” she said as she held her hand out.

I took her hand, and then she let go.

“No, silly.” She said as she reached down to my cock and started to stroke it. Her hand changed positions as she turned her back to me and continued to stroke me as she walked. As we walked down the hallway I felt again like a stranger in my own home. Even though I lived alone it was rare that I walked around naked, and so that made things unfamiliar. Add to that the fact that there was a naked girl in front of me and quite possibly another downstairs it became safe to say that my definition of the word “home” was undergoing a few changes.

We walked downstairs and turned the corner into the dining room, and as we approached the table I saw there was a single plate and napkin at the end of it; along with a glass of orange juice and utensils sitting next to the plate.

“Sit.” She said.

I did as I was told and sat down with the empty plate in front of me. I looked into the kitchen and saw the other half of the duo over the stove; she was as naked as her sister. She turned around looking as vibrant as her sister had upstairs. She walked over to me with frying pan and spatula in hand and gave me a kiss on the head as soon as she neared.

“Good morning, Daddy!” she said.

“Good morning…sweetheart.” I said, a bit uneasily. I couldn’t quite get that to roll off my tongue as comfortably as I would have liked. “So I’m your…daddy…too, huh?”

She giggled as she poured scrambled eggs on to my plate.

“Of course!” she said.

She set the items in her hand down on the table, and then walked behind me where bahçeşehir escort she picked up the napkin and tied it around my neck. As she was doing this the other girl had walked to and from the stove with a plate of bacon. She now approached my left and laid two strips down next to my eggs.

“We know you like bacon, but you only get two strips Daddy.” She said.

I looked up at her with omnipotence in my eyes.

“Uh…it’s my house, and my bacon.” I said. “I’ll have as much as I’d like, thank you very much.”

“Daddy, shame on you!” she said, throwing me a stern look. “After everything we’ve done for you…you still won’t allow us to take care of you?”

I sighed. The truth is I really didn’t want more; I just felt I had to regain some sliver of control over the whole situation.

“Okay, fine.” I said.

She smiled and then took the items off the table and headed back into the kitchen.

The girl on my right now picked up a fork and speared some eggs with it. She began feeding it to me and then feeding herself off my plate as I chewed and swallowed. I felt even more like a king now than I had upstairs; and although it was making me uneasy I had to admit it was rather…well, fantastic.

The other girl now returned with a plate of buttery toast. She set it down on the table and then took to her knees on the floor. She crawled underneath the table and nuzzled up next to my legs. A moment later I felt the unmistakable feeling of her mouth on my cock. She began sucking it as she bobbed her head up and down; trying not to hit her head on the table.

I was in heaven. One twin was feeding me breakfast while the other was hungrily feasting on my cock. I turned my head to the side as I swallowed some more food and stared at her jutting rack just inches from my face. The swell of her breasts was magnificent, and her hardened nipples only added more to my lust for her.

She brought the fork to my lips but then pulled back and halted her hand in midair. After realizing that I wasn’t being fed at the moment I looked up to see her staring down at me.

“HI!” she said.

“Umm…hey…” I said back.

“See something else you’d like to put your mouth on?”

“Can…can I?” I asked. I was honestly unsure as to what the answer might be.

“Daddy!” she said. “We keep telling you our bodies belong to you. You can do whatever you want with them whenever you want them wherever you want.”

After hearing this I leaned forward and buried my face into her beautiful rack. I instantly sunk into her deep cleavage and felt her huge tits pressing against either side of my face. I heard the sound of the fork hitting the plate and a moment later I felt her hands running through my hair as she gripped my head and pulled me harder into her tits.

“Mmmm…” she moaned.

My tongue trailed up the inner slopes of her orbs; tasting her delicious skin as I dragged my entire face along with it. With her breasts slowly jiggling around my head I reached down to my crotch and ran my hand through the other girl’s blonde hair. I began to gently encourage the movement of her head over my cock, and soon I was at full erection.

I heard the girl below me gag as more of my cock entered her mouth. There were slurping sounds coming from below the table and above the table as I got my cock sucked by one busty teen and I sucked another busty teen’s tits simultaneously.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

I tilted my head up through the cavernous valley of her cleavage. She tilted her head down and looked at me with what could only be love in her eyes.

“Yes, Daddy?” she asked of me.

“You said I could do whatever I wanted to do with your bodies, right? Because your bodies belong to me?”

“Only you.” She said, answering positively.

At this I put my hand on the glass and plate in front of me and slid them away down the length of the table. It had been my intention to simply push them a little further, but I had used a little too much force and they wound up sliding off the table and breaking on the floor as eggs and orange juice sullied it.

I could feel the shocked expressions of both girls as they reacted to my sudden gesture. I then slid my chair back which caused my dick to pop out of her mouth. I took hold of the girl at my side by her tiny waist and hefted her up. I sat her down on the table and grabbed one of her giant melons as I pushed her back; forcing her to lie down.

I brought my cock to her pussy and began rubbing my head all over. I was immediately taken back to the previous evening as the familiar feeling of her womanly parts washed over me. Before long I was shoving my cockhead into her tight tunnel and my shaft was disappearing inside her, coaxing moans and exclamations of pleasure from her as the girl under the table took to licking my balls as I fucked her twin sister.

I started thrusting into her harder; my pelvis hitting her and the edge of the table, causing it to shake with each thrust.

“Uh! Uh! Fuck! Yes! Right! There! UH! UH! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me!”

I reached for her legs and hoisted them both up into the air where I placed her ankles atop my shoulders. With my head sandwiched between her dainty feet I continued to pound into her harder as I fucked her atop a kitchen table my mother had been anal about keeping clean.

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Ben: Hurry up and get your shit together

Rachel: lol i am, i need to clean the kitchen. almost done though

Ben: Good, because you have cock to suck tonight.

Rachel: oh really

Ben: Yes

Rachel: how many?

Ben: We’ll see.

It was half past two in the morning. Rachel closed the MSN conversation, switched off her computer, and stood waiting impatiently by the door in an impossibly short black dress, black patterned tights, and black patent leather heels with an extremely high stiletto heel.

Finally she heard the car pull up outside her apartment building, and she grabbed her black handbag and walked toward the lift.

Outside it was a little chilly, causing her nipples to stand proudly erect on her C cup breasts. The dress and shoes she wore showed off her long, lean legs to their greatest advantage, and the dark colour displayed her dark green eyes and long, soft brown hair at their finest.

“Hi Princess,” Ben said as Rachel approached the car window.

“Hi,” Rachel replied, and quickly leaned through the open window to give him a quick kiss. His lips were soft and smooth, and seemed impossibly gentle.

She then walked around the front of the car to hop in the passenger side. The headlights lit her up, seemingly illuminating her from all angles. The next minute, she was sitting beside Ben in the passenger seat.

Ben was the same age as Rachel. In fact, they were in the same class in their last year of high school. Now Rachel worked as a barmaid at the local pub whilst studying Fine Art at university. Ben studied Music, and got cash by playing in his band at night and on weekends. This was a rare night that they were both free at the same time.

They drove in relative silence to Ben’s house. He had it to himself tonight, as his house mates were out. They chatted briefly about friends, and studies. Before long, they had arrived.

Ben lived in a beach house that he shared with a few friends. There was a wide veranda encircling the wooden house, an overgrown jungle of a garden, and everything was made of wood. It was old and creaky and the wind rushed through cracks in the walls and under doors, but it was charming nevertheless. Rachel had come to know it quite well, and considered it to be a second home, even though she wasn’t escort beylikdüzü there all that often.

They sat on the lounge for a while and Ben put on an old record. They both had a glass of wine, and soon began to relax.

“So, Ben,” said Rachel, turning her body to face him. It was the first time that evening that she had really looked at him. His dark eyes were like bottomless depths, and his tanned skin glowed in the low lighting. “What have you got in store for me tonight?” she asked, a little smile twisting one corner of her mouth.

“A surprise,” Ben said. “Something I know you’ve wanted for ages.”

“Well, that could be a lot of things,” Rachel giggled. “I think you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Ben grinned.

“Why do I get the feeling I’m not the only entertainment for the evening?” she asked.

“Oh, you are entertainment enough on your own,” Ben laughed. “So much in fact, that I have to share you.”

Rachel felt her pulse quicken at the sound of these words. She had always wanted to have a threesome, and it looked as if it was finally going to happen.

Just as she was letting the idea sink in, the doorbell rang. Ben quickly got up from his seat to answer the door. From where Rachel was sitting, she could hear the sound of two voices over the music, but she couldn’t see who it was.

She didn’t have to wait long. Ben returned to the room, this time accompanied by his best friend, Sam.

“Come and sit down,” said Ben, already seated back down next to Rachel. Sam sat on Rachel’s other side, so that she was sandwiched between the two men.

They continued to chat for a short time, but it became clear very quickly what the two boys were interested in: Rachel.

She was laughing at a joke told by Ben when suddenly he kissed her. His warm hands moved to her stomach, and began rubbing the small of her back.

Suddenly, she was aware of another hand on her. Sam had begun stroking her thigh, firm beneath the dark tights.

Rachel placed one hand on Ben’s jawline, bringing him in closer as though to kiss him harder. She felt his tongue slip past hers and his breath quicken.

She placed her other hand on Sam’s hard bicep, and he moved his head istanbul escort closer and began kissing her neck.

Rachel then turned her head and kissed Sam while Ben traced her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress with his fingers.

Suddenly Ben stood up, and took Rachel by the hand. She, in turn, took Sam’s hand, and they were lead into the bedroom.

Once inside, Ben threw Rachel onto the bed in a frenzy of passion. He lay down beside her and began kissing and nibbling her neck and earlobes, breathing hot air into her ears, sending goosebumps rising all over her body.

Sam was doing the same thing on her other side. It was almost too much for her to bear, having two sexy men teasing her.

She was almost sent over the edge when Sam slipped his hand under her dress and began drawing circles on her clit with his thumb. At the same time, Ben rolled her onto her side and unzipped the back of her dress. He pulled it down over her legs and onto the floor.

Both men stared at her, lying there in black lingerie, with black tights and her dark hair spread onto the pillow around her head. She looked delicious, and neither could wait to have her.

Sam continued making circles through her panties, and Ben unhooked her bra and slid it off her. He licked and sucked her nipples, forcing a small moan out of Rachel.

Just then, Sam slipped his fingers inside her panties, and slid one finger into her pussy. She began to moan louder now, and thrust her hips upward to force Sam’s finger deeper inside her.

Ben moved down her body, and unrolled her tights from her legs. Sam slid her panties off, and together they looked at her cunt, glistening in the half-light that was entering through the slightly ajar door. Sam wasted no time in licking off her juices, nibbling at her inner thighs, and sucking on her clit. She moaned in approval and grabbed the waistband of Ben’s jeans. He took them off and she grabbed his long, hard cock. There was already a drop of pre cum on the tip of it and she licked it off eagerly. Rachel then took the huge cock in her mouth and slid her lips up and down on it, teasing the head of it with her tongue.

She took it out of her mouth briefly and looked up at him through her dark gürpınar escort eyelashes. “Is that how you like it, baby?” she asked.

“That’s exactly how I like it,” Ben replied. “Are you having fun?”

“Mmm, I love it,” she said, raising her hips to allow Sam’s tongue to penetrate her deeper. “But I need a cock in me.”

Sam began kissing his way back up her body, stopping to suck her nipples. He could feel his hard cock straining at the fabric of his pants, and he unzipped them, relieving the pressure.

Ben lay against the cushions on his back, and Rachel turned onto her stomach and continued sucking his cock. Sam grabbed her hips, and rubbed the head of his cock against her dripping wet pussy. He found the entrance and pushed it in.

“Oh yes,” Rachel gasped, taking her mouth away from Ben’s cock for a moment. Sam reached around to rub her clit as he pushed his cock into her impossibly tight pussy a little at a time.

He continued pushing into her until his cock filled her up. He then began thrusting his swollen cock into her tight pussy. Sam grabbed her hips and began pulling Rachel back onto his cock, causing her mouth to bob up and down Ben’s dick at the same rate.

She began moaning, causing vibrations to run the length of Ben’s cock. He couldn’t last much longer. Rachel saw his balls tighten, and she massaged them with one hand. Suddenly, with a loud groan, Ben’s cum spurted into Rachel’s mouth. She held the thick fluid there for a moment, and opened her mouth to show him before swallowing down the sticky cum.

Sam then flipped Rachel over onto her back and lifted her ankles over his shoulders. She was extremely flexible and this allowed him to penetrate her even deeper than before. Suddenly she started moaning, a series of staccato, high-pitched moans.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed, as a wave of orgasm overtook her, shaking her whole body, her hands clutching at the bed and her toes curling up.

The muscles of her vagina rhythmically clenched around Sam’s cock, tighter than he thought possible. With a cry of his own, he gave one big thrust into her as his cock spurted out creamy white cum into her waiting pussy. Rachel felt it hit her cervix, thoroughly coating her insides with semen.

Sam stayed in place for a moment; then withdrew his shrinking cock out of her pussy, which was followed by a stream of cum. Rachel sat up and watched it drip down her thighs.

Ben leaned over and kissed her lips, hard. He then sat back and smiled.

“Is that what you were after, Princess?” he smiled at her.

Rachel grinned back at both of them. “So who’s up for round two?”

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My wife is incredibly beautiful and sexy. We are happy and comfortable together and make love regularly. Our sex life is never dull as we both enjoy vivid imaginations and experiment openly with each other’s fantasies. There is only one thing my sex life lacks: the wank.

As a teenager I masturbated constantly. Even after “scoring” with girls, and even while dating regularly, I enjoyed finding some quiet time alone and pulling my pole.

When I confided this to Sharon, she completely understood. She agreed with me that my dick was incredibly handsome. Tall, thick and well proportioned; tan in color and capped by a large soft head, my dick — if I must say so myself — is a wonderful specimen. Watching my dick, slick with oil get stroked by my right hand as my left hand stimulates my balls, ass and nipples, brings me incredible pleasure. Indeed Sharon takes pleasure in giving me hand jobs for precisely that reason: watching my beautiful dick reach climax is a rush.

Recently I was called out of town on business. While most men would see this as an opportunity to pick up some strange pussy at the hotel bar, I was planning on two days of serious self-indulgence. Sharon fucked me well and hard the night before I left and kissed me on the cheek at the airport. At one point, having confided in her my plan, she patted my crotch and warned: “Don’t wear him out, there’s a wet pussy waiting for him when he gets home.” God I love my wife!

The plane was almost empty, and I thought I would have the three seats in my row to myself. But just before takeoff an attractive stewardess came rushing onto the plane and sat next to me. She explained that she was off duty, but being flown ahead to catch a later connection. I sympathized with her for having such a demanding and hectic job. She just looked at me hard for a moment, winked, and said, “it has it’s perks.”

Twenty minutes into the flight and my stewardess companion had fallen asleep on my shoulder. When I shifted at one point, her head fell to my lap and she curled her feet up onto her seat. I read on in my paperback, but was soon distracted by friction near my nether region. The off-duty stewardess was rubbing my cock.

No longer interested in my novel, I watched for any sign that somebody had noticed. The plane was silent, people either read or slept. My private stewardess had pulled her blanket over her head and her head over my cock. She sucked me to a beautiful orgasm and swallowed every drop.

“Welcome to the mile-high club,” she smiled as she brought her head up. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Sharon and I had fucked in the toilet over the Atlantic.

“By the way, you have a fantastic cock, where are you staying?”

I shouldn’t have told her.

She found me that night at the bar, just as I was preparing to go upstairs for my wank.

“I had to find you, I’m sorry. I kept thinking about the size of your… your… you know. Well I really want it in me. I hate to be so direct, but… well… I did suck your dick earlier.”

We went to my room and fucked. Don’t get me wrong. It was a great tumble. This stewardess had great skin a beautiful face, sporty firm breasts with perky little nips and a most delicious looking cunt. Do you like those cunts with the big lips hanging down? I don’t usually, but hers, shaved, was somehow very attractive. I took her from on top, doggy style and let her ride cowboy in a few different directions. I’m certain she had a great time. Towards morning, she sneeked out and I slept in.

I awoke satisfied, but sporting a large erection. This was my chance. I pulled out the bottle of oil and spread it on my hands and dick. There were remnants of my cum and her fluids encrusted on my dick and I thought of first taking a shower. But I had already anointed my erection and it looked so sexy, shiny and stiff.

Up and down slowly I began stroking my already turgid member. Closing my eyes for just a few moments, I envisioned the stewardess’s ass bouncing up and down on me. I remembered watching Sharon get fucked once by four guys. I was working myself up good and horny when I opened my eyes to watch my beautiful cock flex, stiffen and eventually spray.

But my eyes fell upon a different beauty.

The stewardess had apparently knocked off the “Do Not Disturb” sign during her exit and Camilla the maid had inadvertently walked in on my performance. She looked distinctly unattractive in her black and white maid’s uniform (not my fetish guys, sorry). But her pretty face held the most comical and yet hungry expression.

One of us had to say something, and with her little mouth puckered in the “O” shape for so long, I guessed it would have to be me.

“Did I forget to put the ‘do not disturb’ sign?”

“No worry.”

“Do you want to come back later?”

“Misser, dono get me in trouble, but I’s a gotta watch dis. You got one gorgeous pepe.”

“You got a name?”

“Camilla,” she answered and then added,”Oh fuck. I gonna beylikdüzü escort get fired and divorced and the Saints are gonna send me to hell fiya, but I cain’t look at dat gorgeous tool and not ha some o’ dat.” And Camilla threw down the hand towel she was holding and then all of her clothes.

What damage a uniform can do. Had she asked me for a fuck while dressed, I’d have probably turned her down, but she didn’t ask. She just stripped and then this very thin but very heavily busomed lady crawled on top of me. Then, with her melon-sized mammories on my chest and bulbous ass in my hand, she asked me if we could fuck. It was a mere formality as I was already in her at the time.

This wench could fuck. Her bubble ass had engines all its own. Her heavy chest smothered my face to my distinct pleasure while her hips flexed and pumped, jumped and humped all over my rigid rod. This maid began cumming and wouldn’t stop. Her vaginal walls constricted and released like a boa constrictor in heat.

I lay prone. There was nothing for me to do. Morning erections are programmed to pee, not cum, and it usually takes some work to switch the programming. Not with this babe though, her dick massaging tunnel was pulling the jism right out of my balls and I shot a healthy load right into her.

She didn’t stop.

My dick was already semi-limp, but even then it’s long and thick. Her pussy was so slick and open she could have fucked a sponge. I just passed my time sucking at her large round breasts while her hip dance continued, making me hard again.

“Now yo’ turn.” Camilla announced once she felt me rigid again. “You now fucka dis bit up m’ass.”

She rolled off me and got into position on her hands and knees. She really had a bubble ass: two round orbs with a valley between. My dick was still slick with the oil I’d applied and the maid’s juices, so poking her anus wasn’t so hard. Still, compared to her wide open cunt, Camilla’s ass was tight.

Now it was my turn to work as I pumped my long pole in and out of her. She used one hand for support, and another to rub her clit and stuff her pussy alternatively. I could feel the ripples of her orgasm rushing trough her, but not with the same intensity as when I was in her vagina. She kept rubbing and I kept pumping and then she screamed, “holy Jesus!” and squirted a load of liquid onto the bedspread beneath us.

I wasn’t close to cumming, but Camilla had had her fill. She pulled off and began sucking my dick. I was surprised that she’d take my spunky dick in her mouth. Her ass had not been cleaned and I could swear I saw brown streaks on my prick. But she sucked away unhesitatingly and I couldn’t help but wonder how well she cleaned bathrooms.

Her oral ministrations did the trick and soon I was ejaculating on her fantastic bosom. As she rubbed the cum into her skin she smiled wickedly and asked if I’d let her skip cleaning my room so as not to cause a delay that could bring attention to our rule violation. Feeling good and generous to this stranger who’d given me her body, I acquiesced. Besides, I wanted her gone so that I could shower and dress and still catch breakfast. The conference was starting in 45 Minutes.

The day was long. The presentations were interesting, but they were still lectures, leaving me seated for hours at a time, doodling and daydreaming about my eventual wank. Of course, between the stewardess and the maid, I couldn’t say I was sexually frustrated, but now I had more food for my fantasies. But food, food, I hadn’t had. I only managed a coffee and croissant at breakfast and came into a late lunch starving.

Meal times at these business conventions are great times to mingle and get to know new contacts better. I sat with a guy named Todd from Detroit, and Matt from San Diego. Pretty soon the conversation left our trade and turned to sex. Apparently, there were all these hookers scouting the hotel bar and Todd and Matt were comparing the prices of blow jobs. Todd was taking the somewhat moral high-ground and refusing to even consider paying for sex. Matt was saying that the money was a small price to pay for total non-commitment, no hang-up sex, and no threat of word getting home to upset your wife. I told them I could wait three days and catch up on my TV watching.

Using desert as an excuse I got up and joined an informal group that had formed in one corner debating some of the issues presented. I didn’t know anybody in the group, but didn’t need to, these groups were spontaneous and as good a chance to make a contact as any. Then again, as I listened in, I couldn’t believe how seriously some of these guys were taking their material. I got bored and went for more coffee. The next session was about to begin anyway.

Sitting down in the conference hall, I noticed a tall brunette whom I’d seen in the discussion group by the deserts. She looked just like Sharon, but with darker skin, black hair, and less in the chest. There weren’t a avcılar escort lot of women at the conference, and such an attractive one was clearly drawing stares. But during the impromptu discussion group of a few minutes previous, she had been staring at me. Now, she was clearly approaching me.

“Mind if I join you?”

Could I refuse? We introduced ourselves, and I tried to think of questions that would reveal to me why she chose to sit next me. But the presentation started and I was none the wiser.

Ten minutes into the lecture my mind was wandering. This guy spoke English with a heavy Indian accent and I couldn’t follow. Inadvertently, I began doodling in the margins of my notebook. First, the doodles were random lines and shapes, but they became, as they often do, reflecting my subconscious, curves and shadows that belong to the female form. As a certain pair of orbs came into form as Camilla’s breasts, I suddenly became self-conscious and feared my female neighbor would take offense. As I rubbed the nipples out, Debbie leaned over and touched my hand to stop me.

“I saw you doodling in the last session. That’s why I sat next to you. You guys aren’t the only ones daydreaming about sex during the presentations.”

I took the hint. Soon I was drawing full-out sex scenes. My notebook was beginning to resemble the kama sutra. I was so absorbed in and pleased with my artistic talent that I didn’t notice Debbie squirming in her seat. Later she told me that she could masturbate by squeezing her thighs together and that my pictures turned her on so much that she reached orgasm right there and nearly cried out loud.

She told me all that while we were in the elevator up to her room. The sessions had ended and we had twenty minutes before supper. She insisted I come help her choose her clothes, but when we got to her room, she didn’t seem inclined to put any on.

What can I tell you? My cock had not had so much female attention in weeks. Between the stewardess and Camilla, I had been drained. Now, with all of Debbie’s dutiful ministrations, I couldn’t even get it up.

Debbie was a good cock-sucker, but wasn’t getting anywhere. I felt her frustration and pushed her onto the bed and dove into her snatch where I licked her to two and a half orgasms. The half orgasm was what I call it when a woman has climaxed and you keep going, and she keeps going, but asks you to stop because it’s too sensitive. It’s as if she would cum with two more licks or thrusts, but fears the inner explosion. So, out of respect, I stop, but I count it as half an orgasm.

Debbie pulled my head up by my hair and begged me to stop.

“I’ve cum twice already. Can’t take any more. Why don’t you get yourself hard and fuck me?”

“I’m fucked out, I’m afraid..”

“Oh, is your wife here with you?”

“No, but I spent the morning jerking off.” It was easier to lie than explain the whole “do not enter” thing. And wanking was what I wanted to do anyway.

“Really?” Debbie giggled. “Not a lot of guys would admit that.”

“I’m not shy. With a cock like this wouldn’t you want to pull your own rope?”

“Absolutely! And I still want to pull yours. Will you give me a rain check so I can start you out with a hand job and feel your monster inside me?”

“Maybe after dinner.”

“Can we do it at your place? My husband may call and then I feel all shitty.”

“Room 410”, Sharon would’ve been pissed at me for fucking a cheating woman. She believed in full disclosure. I would tell her that she’s too naive. Plus she had no qualms about fucking married women who hid their lesbianism from their husbands.

“It’s not the same thing.” She’d say, but has yet to convince me.

I ate dinner with Matt and Todd. Debbie had a previous arrangement made with some Japanese agents. I was just as happy not to be seen with her. We’d be the talk of the town. Todd was already all over it.

“That babe that sat next to you at the last session, d’you get lucky?”

“If you mean sex, then no.”

“She’s from Texas. Word has it she’s a nympho and fucks guys at every convention.”

“So go hit on her man!” I encouraged. “She told me her name’s Debbie.”

“Go for it, Todd!” Matt chimed in.

“Oh yeah, Matt? Like you and that high-school kid?” Matt, I was then told, had propositioned a hooker in the bar after lunch. Only the woman turned out to be a girl and the daughter of the bar tender. A shouting match ensued and Matt almost took a fist to the head.

“The bitch is, I can’t drink in the bar tonight.”

When I got to my room after dinner, I closed the door and smiled. I relished the quiet. Nothing left to do today. I was going to wank! Then I passed through the hall between the closet and bathroom, and frowned. My room was as messy as it when I’d left. I’d let Camilla get out of cleaning my room, and if I called maid-service now, she’d get screwed, figuratively this time. Somberly esenyurt escort I set about clearing up. There really wasn’t that much to do. No clothes on the floor, and the loose papers on the desk didn’t bother me. But Camilla had squirted when I ass-fucked her, and there was a somewhat repulsive stain on the bedspread. The sheets, thankfully, were clean.

I made the bed and straightened up a bit, all done in the nude. I was home alone and warming up to service my beautiful cock. As I walked around the room my penis became semi-stiff and bobbed in front of me. Casually, every-so-often, I would run my hand up the shaft or play with my balls. My cock would get stiffer and stiffer. I remembered that I did have to read a 2-page report before the morning session and lay on the bed to read. As I concentrated on the text, my cock jealous for attention, became rock hard, reaching it’s full extension.

Putting the report aside, and bunching all the pillows behind my back, I looked down at my glorious erection and decided it was time. I spread my legs out to either side and adjusted my ball sack, pulling it up and away from the sheets. Taking the baby-oil bottle in hand, I dribbled some on my cock-head and began rubbing it in. Two or three tentative fist strokes and I took my hands away to rub my thighs and balls, my chest and stomach.

My cock was pointing straight at the ceiling and gently rocking with the coursing blood running through its heavy veins. I was just about to start rubbing in earnest when there came a knock on the door. My voice hardly disguised my frustration when I shouted, “who is it?”

“Debbie!”

Shit, I’d forgotten about her. I debated putting a robe on, but figured I knew what she was here for. I opened the door slowly, making sure it wasn’t Matt with a practical joke, and let Debbie in when I saw she was alone. When she saw me and my erect state she smiled eagerly.

“Oohh, is that for me?! Oh my God, you’re huge! Oh my, oh my, oh oh oh.”

Her excitement just kept building, in no small part because she was taking off her clothes as fast as she could. There were no sticklers for foreplay here.

Debbie lay down naked on my bed and spread her legs. She began rubbing and fingering herself and told me to keep stroking my hard on.

“Oh, man, I see you had no trouble getting hard now. You gonna fuck me with that thing?”

“That can be arranged.”

“You gonna cum on me?”

“You like it in you or on you?”

“No, not in me, never in me. Squirt on my ass or stomach.”

“What about in your hair and on your face?”

“You need it there, baby? You need to spray on my face?”

“I need some fucking before I cum.”

Debbie didn’t apparently. I’d been standing in front of her slowly stroking my hard-on while we debated the future placement of my seed. Debbie meanwhile had rubbed herself to at least one little squeaking orgasm. I was standing close enough to the bed for her to put her feet on my chest and the feel of her toes on my nipples had warmed me up to the idea of fucking this woman in lieu of enjoying my Wank.

Soon I was plowing Debbie’s field while standing aside the bed. Her long legs rested on my shoulders and her head was off to the right. Occasionally she would open her eyes, return to the present and smile at me. I could feel her insides fluttering and knew she had reached orgasm a few times. Sharon has what she calls mini-ohs and maxi-ohs. Apparently, Debbie was enjoying lots of mini-ohs. Even when looking at me, there was a glaze in her eyes and she wasn’t saying much. Her small breasts were flat to her chest in this position even though when she’d been standing they seemed prominent.

“Your cock feels so good inside me.” Debbie’s voice seemed to come from out of nowhere. We’d entered a meditative zone with me pumping back and forth in a steady rhythm and she rocking her head from side to side softly while her insides fluttered endlessly. Now though, her gaze was focused at my cock penetrating her bushy cunt. Her chin was on her chest and her hands were pinching her nipples.

“Here I cum, baby, here I cum!” It sounded like something I might say and almost made me laugh, but then her vaginal walls constricted something fierce. I continued pumping once or twice more, but I wasn’t going in and out, just pushing her whole body back and forth. This vice grip held for a minute or two at least and Debbie was curled up off the bed as if she was doing sit-ups.

Then with a heavy sigh, Debbie let go: falling to the bed, hands to her side, and her cunt literally popping off my bat.

“Damn!” She declared, regaining consciousness with a bolt and hopping up to sit on the edge of the bed. She put my dick in her mouth for some sucking, but also kept talking, making comments on how good a fuck I was and how deep my cock had entered her, and how thick, and so on and so on.

As Debbie sucked my dick, I was trying to psych myself into cumming. Just as I was getting close, there was a knock on the door again.

Debbie stopped sucking and looked at me questioningly. I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Should I get it?”

“Like that?” I asked pointing to her naked state.

“No, silly, I’ll let go of the cock.” And then she was up and at the door.

“Who is it?”

“Room Service.”

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“Oh lord, take me deeper, yes, baby,” Tim moaned as he felt his orgasm brewing somewhere deep in his balls. He thrust hard into his wife, making her generous boobs jiggle. Sylvia was holding her own breasts, teasing her nipples, descending from her own thunderous orgasm. Tim had never heard her scream as loudly as she did here, at their Mexican resort getaway. She had was juicy, nearly squirting him when she came while riding his thick cock.

“Come inside me, baby,” she coaxed him, bringing her pebble-hard nipple into his waiting mouth, “suck my tits… oh, Tim, yes, fuck my juicy pussy, harder.”

She had also never been so vocal during sex, and never so dirty. Along with the feel of her boobs in his mouth and her pussy massaging his shaft, her moaned obscenities, forced a jet of cum out of his balls, though his hard cock and splashed her cunt walls.

“Yes, fuck me, cum more for me,” she urged him, never stopping her thrusting movements.

Tim was amazed at how hard he came, this being his second orgasm for the afternoon. His first had been between the lips of sweet Ana, the Mexican bath attendant with the sweetest pussy ever. Tim felt himself throb once just thinking of her hairy cunt as he withdrew his dripping pecker from his wife’s shaved pussy.

Sylvia ran her tongue down his sweaty body, leaving a trail of saliva, until she reached his spent cock and took it in her mouth. Tim gasped as her tongue ran around his sensitive head. He watched in amazement as she took every last drop of dribbling cum from his dick.

“Mmmm…I love your sweet taste,” she said, sticking her ass high in the air, “come shower with me,” she grabbed his flaccid cock between her fingers and led him to the hotel bathroom. She wanted him hard again. Although she had been fucked twice today, and had cum three times, she wanted more. She felt like such a slut and she wanted a cock deep inside her.

Tim stared at his wife’s ample ass as he sat on the toilet peeing. Her creamy cheeks were round and inviting as she bent over the tub to set the shower water temperature. He felt the usual shock as his urine flowed up his urethra after a satisfying orgasm. He stood up and grabbed his wife’s hips, pulling her toward him, so that his hardening cock was clasped between her soft buttocks.

“Hmmm…looks like someone needs a little attention,” she cooed, turning around and holding his dick in her tender hands. She climbed into the shower and took him with her.

They took turns soaping each other with the gently perfumed gel. Tim ran his hands around Sylvia’s welcoming tits, enjoying the sensation of her hardening nipples. He then let his hands roam around her underarms and neck, back over her boobs to her soft, slightly rounded belly. Finally, he went on his knees and soaped her legs, her thighs, and her feet. He caught the strong odor of her cunt over the soapy perfume. It was more potent than her usual aroma, and Tim figured it was simply the smell of his cum mingled with her pussy secretions.

Sylvia looked down as Tim licked her shaved pussy. He was a skilled pussy eater, and she liked the way he took his time sucking her labia before dipping in for more the deep cunt juice. She wondered if he could taste Miguel’s cum inside her. While Tim has been fucking Ana, Sylvia had been having her own Latin experience enhanced by Miguel how had first massaged her, then fucked her silly. She wondered if her husband’s fucking had dislodged her Mexican masseur’s tasty cum from inside her womb.

Tim licked deep inside her, intrigued by his wife’s new Mexican flavors. He was so engrossed in plumbing her depths, that he did not notice her grabbing his head and holding it in position. She draped her legs around him so that he was supporting her on his broad shoulders.

“Yes baby, lick my pussy,” again, her new foul tongue, drove Tim on, “suck my juices out of cunt, ooooh,” her voice trailed away into a moan as he stuck a soapy finger up her ass. He removed his tongue from her cunt and licked around her clit until she grabbed his head and hissed, “suck it, now, suck my clit until I cum…until I cum on your face!”

Never had she made clear her desires like this, and never had Tim been so turned on by his gorgeous, blonde, busty wife. He looked up and saw her play with her own tits as he brought he held on to her firm ass. He felt her pussy swell, like a large wave building up inside her, and then he felt the release as she screamed out.

“Fuck yesssss, don’t stop, oh Tim, yes suck my pussy…” as he stuck his finger deeper inside her asshole and felt her cunt muscles contract around it. The contractions were squeezing out juices, and he tasted his own semen mixed with her own delicious brew.

They stayed in that position for a few moments, allowing all Sylvia’s thick juices to flow into Tim’s adoring mouth. He had never realized how much he loved the taste of his wife and kept licking her. She stretched lazily upward, and finally stood up, bringing her husband up to escort beylikdüzü his feet. His massive erection poked her belly as they kissed. She tasted the mixed flavors on his mouth, and was sure she could detect just a hint of Miguel’s cock cream as well.

“My turn to soap you,” she said grabbing his erection and running her hands up and down the shaft, feeling the large vein throb under her fingers.

“I haven’t soaped your back yet,” he countered, turning her around and sticking his pole between her butt cheeks again. As Tim soaped her neck, her shoulders and her back, Sylvia, grabbed his cock from between her legs and aimed it into her waiting pussy.

“Ooooh, yes,baby…you are so hot,” Tim moaned as he found his sensitive cock once again surrounded by her wet, warm walls. He reached over and grabbed her swaying boobs, pinching her large nipples. He knew he would not last long and felt his cock throb into a small, but intense orgasm. His whole body shook as he held onto her boobs. Inside her cunt, Sylvia felt him shudder, a minor tremor, that she felt in her clit, in her depths, on her tits and her ass as he pressed his body hard against her.

They both collapsed against the shower walls, before drying each other off and walking to the bedroom. They fell asleep in each other’s arms inhaling the ripe odors of their earlier fuck.

A few hours later they walked into the hotel bar, still flush from their afternoon of uninhibited sex. Sylvia still felt a little sore between her legs from Tim and Miguel, while Tim was not sure if he would be able to fuck again tonight after having cum twice with Sylvia and once with the lovely Ana.

The dance floor was packed with couples gyrating against each other to the latest Latin beat. Sylvia and Tim immediately found themselves alongside the others. Sylvia had put on her tight white dress that emphasized her generous curves. Tim had never seen his wife wear a dress so short that it struggled to cover her ass. Most men though were not looking at her ass, hypnotized as they were by her deep cleavage. Her boobs threatened to burst out every time she moved, which she was doing quite a lot as she danced sexily with Tim. She rubbed her crotch on his and moved her tits up and down his chest. Tim grabbed his wife’s ass and shamelessly ran his hands around her luscious globes. She turned around and let him run his erection through his pants on her nearly exposed ass.

Sylvia reached around and grabbed his cock through his pants and rubbed it before straightening up and leaning into him. She could feel his breath ragged and hot in her ears. He licked her earlobe making her gasp.

“If we keep this up, we are going to have to go back to the room even before we even get a drink,” she said, pressing her ass harder toward his crotch.

“Suits me fine,” he moaned into her ear.

“Let’s have one drink first,” she moved away from him, “you find us a place at the bar, and I’m going to fight the crowds and pee.”

Sylvia watched him walk away, admiring his firm ass. She was amazed at how well this vacation had worked out. They had wanted this trip to light their old fires, but had never expected it to work this well. They had fucked more on their first day here than they had in months. And better. She had never wanted Tim as much as she did right now seeing him look for a place at the bar, and he had never fucked her with such unbridled passion, such a need to explode deep inside her pussy. She felt herself becoming wet as she walked out of the bar and followed the signs for the toilet. She needed to be fucked now.

“Hola bonita,” she heard a voice from behind her. It was Miguel, the hot masseur who had thoroughly massaged the insides of her pussy with his massive cock earlier in the day. He was wearing tight jeans and her eyes immediately moved down to his crotch. He leaned toward her to give her a friendly kiss, and pulled her toward an opening on the dance floor. She hesitated for a moment, but his earthy aroma, his firm hand on her ass and the memory of his huge cock inside her made her go along with him.

“Dance one dance with me,” he pleaded, pressing her soft breasts into his muscular chest. Sylvia turned to see if Tim had noticed, but he was deep in conversation with a gorgeous Mexicana with long hair, perky tits, and a tight ass shrink-wrapped in pants she would have to peel off.

“Not Tim’s type,” thought Sylvia remembering how much Tim enjoyed sucking her melons, ‘not unless Mexico has changed him as much as it has changed me.”

She felt Miguel’s large hands feel under her skirt and under her panties. She gasped, but knew no one was looking.

“You are even wetter now than when I fucked you this afternoon,” he said running his index finger from her sweaty asshole to her juicy cunt, “Did your husband fuck you as well.”

She moaned as his finger dipped into her pussy, right there on the dance floor, with a hundred other bodies.

“Tell beylikdüzü rus escort me what he did to you,” he whispered in her ear, allowing his tongue to run along her ear lobe.

“We fucked in…”she moaned as he thrust another finger inside her, “we fucked twice… and in the shower.”

‘Did he not lick your delicious pussy first?” She loved the way he pronounced that word, “pooooseeee” with all the vowels stretched wide like her cunt right now.

“Oh yes, he made me cum with his tongue,” she revealed.

“And just thinking of it makes your pussy throb, doesn’t it?”

This time when she turned to find Tim, he was looking at her. The Mexican girl’s hand was on his thigh. Moving toward his crotch – they were both smiling.

“Don’t worry about your husband, Ana will take good care of him. Right now, we have to take care of this,” he removed his fingers from her flowing, aromatic cunt and brought it up to his lips. He then grabbed her hand and led her off the dance floor and out of the club onto the beach.

She felt her feet sink into the soft sand as he led her away from the club to a row of palm trees. She admired his muscular body in the moonlight. When he felt they were far enough from the crowd, he pressed her roughly against a tree and clamped his soft lips on her mouth. The pressure of his soft lips and his hard cock combined to drive Sylvia mad – she wanted to fuck right there, on the beach, outdoors, under the stars and the moon. She felt his hands push her skirt up and with one dramatic tug, he ripped her drenched panties off.

She immediately felt the night breeze cooling her exposed, shaved pussy.

“Hmmm…yes, take me,” she moaned loudly into the night.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Anything…just do it now,” she replied, feeling an urgency build in her crotch as she pressed it against his massive erection, still hidden in his pants. She wrapped her legs around his hips and bounced her hips so that she could rub it with her naked pussy.

“You want that, you want my cock?”

“Mmmmm, please,”

“Say it..say you want my cock,”

“Please, give me your cock.”

“Say, ‘por favor, Miguel, put your cock deep in my pussy”

She put her mouth next to his ear, “Por favor, Miguel,” she stuck her tongue into his ear and then bit his earlobe, “fuck me with that cock now before I explode.”

The sound of her begging him in her own language was all Miguel could stand. He let her feet touch the ground as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them off in one move. She was shocked that he was wearing nothing under them. She was even more shocked by the immense length of his porn star cock.

Before she could admire his shaft length, he lifted her up and impaled her wide-open, sopping wet cunt with it. She wrapped her legs around his solid hips and threw her head back so that her massive tits thrust into his face.

She screamed in pleasure and pain as he ripped into her. She bounced up and down his entire length, her boobs slapping his chin with every thrust. He pushed the dress fabric down with his teeth and took one in his mouth and sucked her until she yelped.

“Ooooh, you are fucking me so hard, I think you might rip something,” she moaned.

His only response was to bite down hard on her long nipple. But he knew he could not support her for long. He eased her body down and turned her around. He admired her shapely ass, running his hands on her lovely, smooth white skin. Her porcelain skin almost glowed in the moonlight and he noticed the glimmer added by her pussy juices that had dripped down toward her exposed asshole.

“Don’t stop, Miguel, por favor, keep fucking me, I am so close,” she said, her hands automatically diving down past her sparse pubic hair to tug at her erect clitoris.

Instead he shoved his finger into her open cunt, and brought her delicious juice to his mouth again. He lapped up her syrup while she reached back and took his cock in her hands and aimed it at her waiting pussy. She positioned his cock right between her outer labia, and turned around to see him lick her juices off his fingers. The taste made him throb and she felt his cock head jump at her opening.

“Por favor…Miguel, por fa…” she lost the last syllable as he thrust deep into her, spearing her womb with his massive weapon. She felt him slide it almost out of her lips, and hammer her again with his full weight. He kept this up, increasing his pace until she felt her pussy walls begin to contract.

“yes, yes…don’t stop, you’re making me…” she exploded, sloshing more juices on his well lubricated dick. He fucked her through her orgasm, enjoying the high-pitched sounds she made into the night sky as she thrust into her sensitive cunt.

She felt him throb inside her, a warning that he was going to blow his load inside her. This time she did not want his semen inside her.

“I want to taste you Miguel, shoot beylikdüzü sınırsız escort your cum in my mouth, down my throat.”

The thought of this gorgeous blonde swallowing his cream was too much for Miguel to resist. He withdrew his dripping cock from her pussy, enjoying the loud, wet squelching sound.

Immediately, she fell to her knees, rubbed him a few times on her voluminous boobs, grabbed his balls and then sucked him into her warm mouth. She wanted to make sure all his cum went into her mouth. Not only because she wanted to taste his sweet juice, but also because she did not want Tim to see any stains on her dress when she went back to him. She did not need to take him far into her mouth, he was ready.

“Your mouth is so warm, like your pussy, aaah,” he felt one of her fingers slide into his asshole. This was too much for him. He felt his nuts tighten, and then, like a freight train, his cum shot out of him and down her waiting throat. He felt her swallow immediately, which only made him cum more, in repeated jets. She let some of his white froth overflow onto her fingers. But she did not let his dick out of her mouth until she could feel it losing its hardness.

She swallowed whatever was in her mouth, “I have to go back now,” she said, standing up and licking her fingers.

“You can go, but I am keeping these,” only then did she notice he was still holding onto the ripped fabric of her shredded panties.

As she smiled, covered up her boobs, and walked back to the club, she could feel her fucked cunt exposed and amazingly yearning for her husband’s cock.

Tim was wondering what had become of his increasingly lusty wife. But he was distracted from actually worrying about that by the young Mexican beauty breathing into his ear, and even more by her delicate hand inching its way up his thighs and measuring the length of his totally extended cock.

“I have not stopped thinking about this,” here she squeezed gently, “since you made me cum in the bath,” she placed her tongue on his ear lobe, and then continued, “when I saw you touching your wife’s ass, it made me so horny, you are both such a sexy couple, so beautiful…oh, look here comes your wife,” she removed her hand from his crotch, but left it on his thigh, “she looks like she is…, how do you say in English, she is…hot and bothered.”

Sylvia did look flushed and excited. She walked up to Tim, took his drink from his hand and downed the last swallow of his margarita. Her nipples were standing up, erect under the white dress that had become increasingly transparent with her perspiration.

“Let’s dance,” Tim noticed a distinctive aroma on her, it smelled like their bed in the afternoon, it smelled of sex.

“No, I want your wife to dance with me,” Ana said, lifting her hand off Tim’s thigh and taking Sylvia’s soft hands in hers, “come with me, mi alma,” she cooed into Sylvia’s ear.

The blonde found herself being led to the middle of the floor and dancing with her third partner for the night. Ana’s swayed her body in front of Sylvia, close enough that their breasts, and occasionally hips, were touching. She could smell the sweet aroma coming off Ana’s dark hair.

“He is good, isn’t he?” Ana asked Sylvia as she ran one dark hand down the blushing cheek of the blonde.

“Who?” asked Sylvia, unsure if the Mexican girl was referring to Tim’s sexual prowess?

“I can smell Miguel’s cum on your breath, so there is no need to act so innocent with me, and if I know my stud, he fucked you hard before cumming in your mouth,” she smiled at Sylvia’s shyness, “he tastes as good as he fucks, verdad?”

Their faces were now separated by just millimeters, their lips almost touching, slowly Ana’s hand dropped down Sylvia’s neck to her shoulders and to her ample cleavage.

“Did he suck these beautiful tits?” she moved her lips to Sylvia’s and whispered, “I want to,” before running a wet tongue all around the other woman’s earlobe.

Tim could not believe what he was watching. The Mexican woman’s fingers were traveling down his wife’s body, lingering on her large boobs, and weighing them with her delicate hands. His wife’s eyes were open large, staring into the other woman’s dark, fiery eyes with a combination of shock and surprising desire. The hands traveled lower under Sylvia’s short skirt, revealing her white ass to any who were looking. Tim’s erection strained painfully in his pants and he could feel a pool of wetness forming on his crotch. He could not take his eyes off the erotic scene – Sylvia was responding to Ana’s touch by throwing her head back. Both women never stopped swaying sensually and Tim knew his were not the only eyes drinking in this wet dream.

He walked up to them, stood behind his wife and started dancing, most of which involved thrusting his covered shaft into her increasingly exposed butt. He noticed she wasn’t wearing panties any more and momentarily wondered when she had stripped them off and where she had put them. She turned her head and kissed him, hard and deep. She tasted off pure sex and he kissed back, pushing his tongue deep into her throat as if he wanted to lick the last remnants of this unknown flavor from her sweet, warm mouth. Ana’s hands never left Sylvia’s ass, and now she was stroking Tim’s cock as it pressed into the gap between Sylvia’s rounded butt cheeks.

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Around midnight during the December before last, one of my fuck buddies called me for sex. I promptly got dressed and drove to his apartment. Upon arriving, I was a bit taken aback to find he had two friends over playing videogames. I settled in, putting down my purse and taking off my jacket. My dude hugged me from behind and gave my pussy a firm squeeze through my sweats.

“Hey!” he shouted, causing his friends to look over towards us. He pulled down my sweats and panties in one quick motion, and I stood there bare bottomed for his friends with my bushy winter pussy exposed. I cannot explain how intense and heart-racing it is to be thrust into one of your sexual fantasies without warning. I may have stopped breathing. I could not make eye contact with them, and I must have been bright red from embarrassment and arousal.

“Why don’t you kneel in the easy chair, babe,” my dude said before walking into the kitchen to grab a beer. I obeyed and knelt backwards in his burgundy, leather, easy chair with my genitals on display for his friends.

“I think she needs her pussy played with,” my dude said, urging his friends to have their way with me. I could hear them walking towards me as my heart pounded in anticipation. They were right behind me when a gentle finger rubbed my asshole. I couldn’t help but let out a little whine of relief. Another finger or two stroked around the opening of my pussy and searched through my folds. I didn’t even realize I was biting into the chair.

“Ok, ok…” my dude said with a little disappointment, walking over to me. “Get beylikdüzü escort bayan on the floor.”

I climbed off the easy chair, still unable to make contact with the strangers that had briefly fondled my genitals. Stepping out of my bottoms, I knelt at my dude’s feet. He took his cock out, guided my head towards it, and I gratefully took him in my mouth. When in a sexual situation so intense and charged as this one, I stop thinking and go on base sexual instinct. My mind becomes narrow and intense, and I lose the careful consideration I often give to my actions. Once it occurred to me strangers were watching, I had the powerful desire to be thrown down and have each man take turns forcing himself inside me.

I can say with no vanity that I am an excellent indulgent cocksucker, and I suck with the attentiveness and eagerness of any woman. Sucking dick is a treat for me and any man that has experienced me. When I suck I try to keep as much dick in my mouth as possible at any time. I can’t get enough of a man’s girth in my mouth, and I am supremely content when a man decides he wants my throat.

After I sucked my dude good and hard, he urged me to attend to his friends who only briefly hesitated before letting me pleasure them. I couldn’t help touching myself as I took a stranger in my mouth. My pussy was a sopping mess. Surely I was ruining the carpet.

“Alright,” my dude said, signifying I should move to his other friend. Crawling on all fours, I assumed my position in front of his second friend who fed beylikdüzü evi olan escort me his dick. I couldn’t even bring myself to orgasm sucking off this complete stranger when he exploded in my mouth without warning. It’s not like in the movies where everyone stays hard until the last minute somehow, accidents happen.

I did not begrudge my new friend though, for I’m rarely happier than when I have a mouthful of sperm. I swallowed his load happily, giving his waning cock a gentle kiss after.

“Alright, bitch, back in the chair,” my dude said, and I was eager to obey. I hurried to the chair, kneeling backwards like before. My dude came up behind me, spit in his hand, and worked it into my tiny asshole before sinking himself inside me. I tried to breath and relax as he took my pale chubby butt.

“Take her mouth,” he ordered his friend who walked around to stand in front of me. He hesitated for a moment as my mouth hung open waiting for his erection. Finally I just took him in my mouth. At that point I was as close to sexual nirvana as I’ve ever been.

Pinned between two cocks and helpless to escape, I was just a small sexual object for these two men. My dude increased his depth and speed in my butt, pushing my body forward with each thrust, causing his friend to go deeper in my mouth. I snuck a hand between my legs and was quickly on my way to one of the most intense orgasms of my life. The expression “out of body experience” comes to mind as the orgasm flooded every beylikdüzü eve gelen escort nerve ending in my body and turned my mind to slush. Neither of the men fucking me slowed down to let me compose myself. I was still the little doll pinned between their cocks.

“Alright switch it up,” my dude said, removing himself from my butt and giving it a firm smack, making me coo. My dude stood in front of me and pushed his very dirty cock into my eager mouth. He knows how I love oral and being a human pocket pussy for his aggressive cock. His hands rested on the back of my head as he humped my face making me feel small, objectified, and complete.

His friend came up behind me and sunk into my loosened asshole. I started playing with myself again as the emotions became so intense. My dude fucked my mouth so aggressively that every thrust pushed me back onto his friend’s dick. There was barely anywhere for my body to go; I was truly spitroasted on two cocks. As I trembled and cried through my second mind altering orgasm, I wanted to cry, pee, and explode all at the same time.

His friend pulled out of my butt and blew a load onto my back. Male instinct, I guess. My dude grabbed me by my hair hard and guided me to the floor. He grabbed me violently by the head and proceeded to literally fuck my brains out. I have never been facefucked so ferociously in my entire life. It was like he was trying to augur my face. I couldn’t breath or think or react. He was screaming at me, telling me what a stupid pathetic bitch I was as he slammed into my throat over and over, choking me with his violent cock. He finally came, directly down my throat, and I could feel it drip down like the first sip of coffee in the morning.

After he emptied his load in me, my dude immediately grabbed up my things, yanked me by my arm, and shoved me out of his apartment bottomless. My throat ached for days afterwards, and the whole world felt a lot quieter after that night.

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