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What had started out as some fun flirting on the Internet ended up far more than I had bargained for! We have met innocently enough in the chat room, some good-humoured fun, and a little bit of gentle flirting. You don’t come in here for anything serious or mind blowing, or at least that’s what I thought. The chat had become a little bit more intense, still fun and flirty but I soon realised that there was a sensual undertone to the witty one-liners and the quick responses. That chat became a little more urgent, not needy but you could definitely feel the ‘heated edge’ to the chatter. The off hand – “Catch you later” as she signed off, threw me but the friendly poke the next day confirmed that it hadn’t all been me. So gradually over the next few days the two-way chat continued to be flirtier and certainly more direct. A not so innocent question here, an observation there – we started to push the boundaries out a little further, testing the water. When it became clear that there was more than a little mutual attraction and the social barriers had started to come down, we felt far more comfortable to chat and discuss more or less anything. Apart from the usual preamble – the normal day-to-day stuff, the clear sexual chemistry between us started to surface. As we dwelt on our innermost thoughts porno and shared secrets, bit by bit the safety of our normal lives began to be eroded – we were sliding deeper and deeper into a very sensual relationship. The real turning point came one day, as our now daily chat became playful. As we chatted away, Michelle innocently mentioned that she was ‘home alone’ and feeling more than a little turned on. We had several chats like this before but I sensed that this was a bit different. I could tell by her comments that there was definitely some sparks flying. Michelle described in great detail what she was wearing that day and more importantly what she had on underneath. I said it was unfair, as I couldn’t she what she had on and that was it:- “Turn on your cam and skype me” – the words burnt into me as I read them on my screen. The next few minutes were a blur as we logged on to catch the first glimpse of each other for real. Of course we had seen pictures of each other but this was different, there we were, face to face for the first time. It felt perfectly normal; as we had spoken so many times before but this time it was just so much more highly charged. There before me was Michelle. She looked stunning in her black dress, high heels, and, I knew, seamed stockings. Her long anime porno dark hair perfectly framed her lovely face and sensuous lips. “Want to play?” she asked in a sultry manner as she pulled out a pack of playing cards. Where was this going? I thought to myself, but what the hell, Michelle looked far too good to refuse. Before I knew it Michelle had dealt two hands of cards on the table. “You choose,” she said, as she smiled mischievously into the camera. I selected the left hand pair of cards and she turned them over for me. I watched nervously, as I saw a Jack of hearts and a 9 –“Hold,” I said eagerly and waited for Michelle to turn over her cards. My heart skipped a beat as Michelle flipped her cards – a 7 and a 5? I knew she had to turn another card, so I willed her to turn a high number. To my delight the next card was a King, one up to me! I waited to she what Michelle would do next. Slowly she stood up and turned her back, reached behind her and very slowly and deliberately undid the zip on her dress. I knew from her photos, that Michelle had a great figure but as she stood there before me, slowly peeling the straps from her shoulders, I could see just how nice it was. Michelle pulled the dress down over her waist and pushed it over her hips, stopping arap porno to look over her shoulder and into the camera. I was spell bound. Michelle looked stunning, as I stared at my screen. She let the dress fall from her hands and swiftly stepped out of it. Michelle turned to face me and at last I had the perfect view. My eyes wandered down her body – she had put on a lovely black lace bra with matching thong. Her wonderful slim legs were clad in sheer black stockings, set off with high heels. It was definitely a sight to behold. Quickly, Michelle picked up the cards and dealt another hand, my heart was pounding as I hoped for another good hand. Unfortunately it was not to be, and I lost the next two rounds. My luck soon changed, as the cards eventually fell my way. Michelle stood facing the camera, folded her arms and gently cupped each breast in her hands. I saw her thumb brush across the delicate fabric of her lacy bra, with slow deliberated motions; she gently circled her now hardening nipples, stopping briefly to pinch them in between her thumb and forefingers. Letting out an involuntary gasp, Michelle flipped the thin lacy strap from her shoulder, turning away from the cam, still smiling. Her hand quickly dipped behind her as she undid the back of her bra and turning once more she held it in place with her hands. My breathing grew deeper as I watched her pull away the flimsy garment to reveal her perfectly formed pert breasts. Her small but perky nipples standing erect and hard, so tantalizingly close yet so untouchable.

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I could not stand waiting any longer. I was so horny, and I just could not wait for Allie to get home. She works late sometimes, and this was not one of the nights I wanted her to be gone. I thought of calling her for some phone sex, as she works as an architect and usually works alone, but I was in need of more then that. I needed something that would stimulate my eyes, my ears, my mind, and most importantly my aching pussy. I hopped online, and logged into Lushstories, one of my favorite sex story websites. I was hoping one of my many friends would be there to help me get off as I rubbed my wet pussy. I was porno izle out of luck as all my friends were offline, not even one was there. I surfed around lesbian porn sites, rubbing my pussy a bit harder until I found a video that turned me on. It was two girls grinding and rubbing their pussies together, while sucking on each others breasts. As I sat there and watched it, my pussy started getting wetter and wetter from watching the two girls on the screen. I could imagine Allie and me sitting in that position, grinding and rubbing our pussies together as we sucked on each others soft and supple amatör porno breasts, all the while softly nibbling each others necks. I sat back and pulled off my pink cotton panties, inhaling deeply at the scent of them. I love the smell of wet panties. I sniffed them for a bit longer, imagining that I was smelling Allies sweet pussy through my panties. I then tossed them aside as I picked up my rabbit vibrator. It was only one of my many assorted toys ,but by far my favorite as it stimulates both your pussy and clit at the same time. I shuddered as I prepared myself for anal porno the pleasure that was about to come. I switched it to the medium setting, the vibrator started up, vibrating gently in my hand as I stuck it in my mouth, preparing it for whats to come. I spat on it to get it nice and wet. As the girls on the screen started moaning and crying out in pleasure, I softly put the vibe on my soft pink nipples. it felt amazing as I used the vibrator on one nipple while gently tweaking the other between my fingers. “Ooooo, shit that feels good.” I imagined that Allie was softly sucking on my nipples as I worked them over. By now they were stiff as icicles. I took the vibe and gently pushed it against my outer pussy lips, softly moaning as I did. I then oved it to my clit for a few seconds, then back to my pussy lips, not wanting to keep it anywhere for too long.

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By my 17th Birthday, I was on the verge of outgrowing my C-cup. When people thought I was out of ear-shot, I heard words like “well-endowed,” “nubile” and “voluptuous.” But appearances, as they say, can be deceiving. Between sports, a part-time job and honors-track classes, I didn’t have time, or energy, or much in the way of sexual experimentation. For one thing, I was nervous around guys. And guys were pretty much everywhere. Alone I was more relaxed. I enjoyed watching myself undress in a mirror. Sometimes I even took a hand mirror and put it between my legs to study myself “down there.” In bed, I’d caress my nipples and pinch my labia. It was good, very, very good–although I hadn’t quite managed a full-blown orgasm. All that changed the summer I visited Aunt Wendy’s cattle ranch in eastern Wyoming. On the drive back from the airport, Aunt Wendy pulled a small silver flask from the glove compartment of her pickup. “Darlin’, meet my best friend Johnny Walker,” she said passing it to me. “Have a slug.” Aunt Wendy was a year older than my Dad. As children, they were Army brats, shuffling between military bases every few years. By High School, however, their personalities were becoming very different. Aunt Wendy was wild and wayward, my Dad was shy and studious. They were living in Wyoming when Aunt Wendy got pregnant and married a rancher’s son. I knew my parents didn’t entirely approve of Aunt Wendy, which made her all the more alluring. So I tried my best to please her by tossing my head back a taking a long swig from her flask. Of course, as soon as the whiskey hit the back of my throat, I crumbled into a coughing fit. After Wendy stopped laughing and I’d regained my speech, she pumped sex izle me for juicy news about my relatives. She loved family gossip, the more salacious the better. I filled her in on all the rumors I’d heard, and overheard. And she updated on her side of the family. Cousin Bobby had come out of the closet. Cousin Phil lost his construction job and was living in a trailer park. Aunt Phillis was at a San Diego rehab clinic (no wonder) and while she was away her husband had shacked up with a nymphette hairdresser half his age. “What about your love life, Darlin’?” she asked with a pointed look in my direction. “What love life?” I said, perhaps a little wistfully. “I don’t have time for a love life.” “Figured as much,” she said, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke. “Your Dad was the same when he was your age.” She spent the next ten minutes pumping me for specifics: Had I ever seen a naked man? Touched one? Been touched? I told Wendy pretty much everything, except the part about touching myself. That was just way too embarrassing. As her pickup bounced down the dirt driveway to the ranch, Aunt Wendy winked at me and said: “Nothing much new around here either, ‘cept, maybe the scenery has improved a mite.” When we parked, I saw what she meant. Lunging a pony in the coral was the most exquisite man I’d ever seen in the flesh. He looked about 20, was naked to the waist, and his tanned chest glowed like burnished copper in the Wyoming sun. His shoulders and pecs were perfectly defined, almost as if chiseled in stone, and his abs rippled every time he tugged on the lunge line. His tight, faded Levis left little to the imagination. “I see what you mean,” I whispered to Aunt Wendy. “That’s Skip,” alt yazılı porno she said with a wink. “He’s the ag student that’s helping out this summer. Sure is an improvement over the regular bunch.” That would be the permanent ranch hands, three grizzled old men with weathered faces the texture of lizzard skin and the bad teeth to match. Improvement didn’t begin to describe it. Aunt Wendy wasted no time introducing Skip. He took my hand and looked me straight into me eye. As our skin touched the blood rushed to my cheeks and I was suddenly terrified he could tell how excited just looking at him was making me feel. We exchanged “nice to meet you’s” while Aunt Wendy beamed like a cat that had just eaten the canary. “Does Skip have a girlfriend?” I asked as soon as we reached the front porch. “I have no idea, Darlin’,” Aunt Wendy said as we walked to the house. “But even if he does, it wouldn’t mean a thing. That boy is as randy as a Spring mare.” Skip joined us in the house for dinner, something the permanent hands almost never did. At the table, he was soft-spoken and almost taciturn, although endearingly passionate when he talked about ranching. Whenever he looked at me, I felt as if I were being undressed. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it was flustering. I was blushing and tongue-tied, which was totally unlike me. In my honor, Aunt Wendy had baked Brown Betty a la mode for desert. I was on my second bite when Skip’s fingers brushed my thigh, sending a cascade of little shivers down my spine. I told myself it was accidental, but a moment later his fingers were back, this time caressing me in a way that could only be deliberate. I considered pushing altyazılı sex izle his hand away, but Skip’s fingers were evoking sensations I’d never felt before. He’d begin by touching just above my knee, then slowly tracing a path up the inside of my thigh. Each time he repeated this caress, it ended closer and closer to the gap between my legs, and my entire body pulsed with a sexual energy and anticipation. A tiny voice commanded me to make Skip stop. But I was powerless against the pent up urges and antificaption that Skip’s magic fingers were releasing. Then, from somewhere far away, I realized another voice was demanding my attention. “I see you still love my Brown Betty,” Aunt Wendy was saying, watching me with a conspiratorial grin. “Oh, my Goodness, yes!” I blurted. “It just keeps getting better and better.” From the corner of my eye, I saw a mischievous sparkle in Skip’s eyes as his fingertips made a final push between my legs. “Mmmmmmmm,” I sighed. “You’ve changed the recipe, haven’t you?” Aunt Wendy’s look darted from me to Skip and back. “Sugar and spice,” she replied in a whisper. “Don’t you just love it?” As soon as the table was cleared, I ran to my room, pleading the incredibly lame excuse of jet-lag. The guest-room had French doors that opened onto a hedge-enclosed porch. The cottage furniture was pale cream and the bed was made with a hand-stitched country comforter. It crossed my mind that there must be worse places for a girl to lose her virginity. My pussy was still tingling from Skip’s caresses. I slipped out of my jeans and checked my panties, the front panel was moist and warm. Looking for a distraction, I curled into a recliner, grabbed the TV remote and channel surfed until I found a fluffy teen romance called “The Truth about Cats and Dogs.” The plot was straight from Cyrano de Bergerac, but at least the characters were sympathetic and engaging. However, if the goal had been to take my mind off sex, it wasn’t working.

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I lived in a rather conservative household, not to mention attended an abstinence-only school, and as such I was sixteen years old the first time I watched porn. I waited until just after midnight when I knew my parents would be asleep before I booted up my computer, plugged in headphones, and slipped in the DVD a friend of mine had given me. I still remember so much of it vividly. There were dozens of people gathered in a large white room, and after a few moments of mingling they were eventually separated into pairs, sometimes sets of three, and distributed to various sections of the room, mobil porno each containing beds. On the command of someone off-screen, a husky “Begin!”, the people began stripping off their clothes. I can still remember gaping at the screen and wondering what the heck was going on. One moment everyone was just standing around talking, and the next they were all naked and kissing and touching each other in ways no one had to tell me were inappropriate. That’s how I discovered what sex was. I discovered that a man’s penis was much larger and scarier looking than I imagined, and alman porno that it stuck up when a man was ready for sex, and that it leaked whitish fluid—though I didn’t know why. And I discovered that a woman, too, could leak fluid from her vagina, and that there were holes down there where a penis could enter, and that there were certain places to touch that could make a woman moan. I learned that sex involved putting a man’s penis in your mouth and leaning back so that he could squirt that whitish liquid all over your face. I learned that it was spreading alexis texas porno your legs and allowing a man to burrow his face between them until you screamed. I learned that it was having your breasts tugged, bitten, licked, until the nipples hardened to pebbled points and red teeth marks and finger bruises peppered the delicate skin. I learned that sex was filthy. It was disgusting. It was sinful. It was something I shouldn’t have ever been watching. It was something I shouldn’t have ever found appealing. And yet… And yet I couldn’t deny the wetness between my thighs, or the strange heat that had begun to spread there since the first sight of a fully naked man and woman had appeared on screen. I had watched, avidly, as a man’s fingers dipped in between one woman’s legs, stroking her vagina with long swipes of his large fingers, and squirmed.

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The sunlight shining through the window and the soft chirp of birds stir me in my sleep and interrupt my dream. With my eyes closed and mind still only half awake, I roll over to wrap my arm around your sleeping form, only to find nothing there but empty space on the bed. I open my eyes and the visual confirmation of your absence reminds me – it’s Monday. I twist my body under the sheets back to the center of our bed, my auburn hair partly covering my face as I close my eyes again. There’s a leftover desire burning between my thighs, perhaps from the dream that ended abruptly a short time ago; or was it many hours ago? It’s so hard to tell with dreams. I don’t even remember it well, the visions flew out of my head as soon as I stirred. But the desire still exists, and I slip a hand down beneath the sheets pressing it between the soft, sensitive skin of my thighs. Beep Beep Beep Beep I’m snapped awake by my alarm clock and reach up above my head to turn it off. The shower calls. I toss the sheets aside and slide out of bed, pull my hair out of my face, and sleepily walk to our bathroom. I gradually wake up as I go about my morning business, looking out the window at the clear blue sky and feeling the fresh breeze tickling my skin. I can tell it’s going to be a beautiful early summer day. Turning away from the sink, I discard my nightclothes on the tiles and step into the shower, my senses coming alive under the spray of warm water. The steady stream pours over my body, washing away any remaining vestiges of the night. I eagerly rub shampoo into my long hair and spread my favorite body wash over my skin, scrubbing myself clean. After rinsing, I enjoy a good soak before I turn the water off and grab a towel, running it firmly over my arms, legs, chest and back. The normally soft fibers seem rough on my sensitive skin, altyazılı porno but I enjoy it. I wrap the towel around my head and finish my morning bathroom routine of make-up, hair and some faint body spray. Once back in our bedroom I stand nude in front of my closet, considering my clothing options for the day. Picking through a drawer of undergarments, I decide to go with black as my theme. A pair of white panties and matching bra to enhance my modest bosom will go nicely underneath the business suit I’m considering. I slip the panties up my legs and reach for a pale blue blouse and my black skirt, finishing the ensemble with a black business jacket. I button up my shirt, looking at myself in the mirror as I do so. Feeling somewhat liberated, I hesitate near the top of my blouse, considering the last button, normally buttoned up tight for a more reserved look. I do have a meeting today, perhaps I should be modest. I button it, but reserve the right to reconsider. I pull my jacket on and select a pair of black heels to complete the look. I take one last, quick look in the mirror to adjust my hair, wondering what it is that makes me feel so confident this morning. The lovely summer weather? My clothes? Knowing you’re desiring me despite the distance that temporarily separates us? I ponder these things as I head downstairs to grab some breakfast. ************************* It’s afternoon now and I’ve just finished up a lunch meeting with three colleagues. One of them, a man about my age, is quite attractive with natural good looks. He has those eyes, eyes that make me want to melt whenever they meet mine. I’m not sure whether he was flirting with me or not, but whenever he looked my way his smile appeared to grow and his eyes seemed to linger one second longer than they had to. He knows I’m married, but zenci porno probably figures it’s just a harmless flirt. Or maybe it’s all in my mind. Either way, it excites me to think that an attractive man is looking at me. I now have a seven block walk back to my office. My intuition about the weather today was a bit off. While the sky is still clear, it looks like the summer heat and humidity has decided to make an entrance. The morning’s relatively cool air has been pushed aside and it’s quite muggy now. As I walk, I try to keep my pace measured so I don’t get too warm, but I’m losing that battle; I can feel a little perspiration under my arms and a slight tingle at the back of my neck where my hair starts. I stop to pull an elastic band out of my purse and pull my hair up to keep it off my neck. I also remove my jacket, but that’s not quite enough in this heat. I have to undo the top button on my blouse, making the swell of my breasts clearly visible to any eyes that might wander my way. In fact, a young man walks by and stares in my direction as I make these alterations. A half smile crosses his face and his eyes travel the length of my body, but I’m not concerned. I feel sexy and confident as I resume my walk, letting my hips sway back and forth more than usual. I can feel my arousal humming between my thighs by the time I reach the front door of my office building. The hot, sticky weather makes me feel alive, and the eyes of the various men on me make me aware of my own sexuality. I have no desires for them, but knowing they desire me is exciting! The coolness of the air conditioned office building hits me as I open the door. It’s a relief, but also an indication I must try to get my mind off of my desires and back into my work. I sit down at my desk and open my email. There’s aldatma porno one from you saying you hope I’m enjoying my day (Oh, am I ever!) and that you’re having a productive time on your trip. You tell me you were thinking about me last night and wishing I was there with you (I know exactly what you mean!) and that you love me. My heart beats faster. I write back one sentence: What would you have done had I been there last night? I don’t normally write things like that to you, but I’m not myself today. I have a hard time keeping my mind on my work the rest of the day, my mind is buzzing with sexual energy and it’s difficult to contain my desire. I have to tell myself: Focus, Erica, focus. The time ticks by too slowly. A little before five o’clock you send me an email, it says simply: By the time you arrive home, there will be another email from me. Enjoy. At the stroke of five I’m away from my desk and walking quickly out the front door. I walk the two blocks to the metro and arrive on the platform hoping for a quick commute so I can get home and check my email. Unfortunately, it’s not to be, the platform is crowded with people; the trains are behind schedule. Frustrated, I position myself to survive the onslaught of riders trying to get onto the next train. It arrives in about twenty minutes. The doors open and passengers disembark. A mob of people with me in the middle surges forward and presses onto the metro car. I’m pushed forward and, finally, as the doors close behind us, the pushing relents a bit. I’m still pressed between a mass of bodies and one of the handhold poles. I barely maintain hold of my purse. I can feel someone behind me, pressed against my back. I glance back. It’s a younger man a little taller than me. He smiles at me and I return it. He’s close enough I can smell him. It’s a manly smell, enticing, and in my state, arousing. As the train moves the mass of passengers sways back and forth. I can feel the young man’s hips pressing against my rear. The train stops and starts. I sway back into the man, pressing my ass against his crotch. It’s then I feel it.

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Introduction.

Ok so as mentioned in a previous chapter, during our time spent watching the doggers and our brief but exciting friendship with Mike the gamekeeper, I did start seeing someone else.

So to bring you this encounter I’m going to backtrack a little, to the start of our time with Mike.

This was something that started out very innocent and fairly straightforward but ultimately ended up being rather weird.

Anyway, you’ll see what I mean.

On with the show.

Chris.

“What was that?”

Rita asked as she breezed up to me while I mopped a spillage down one of the aisles.

It was a monday morning and I was halfway through a shift at the supermarket.

The emphasis on the last word, ‘that?’ and the excited look in her eyes confirming what I kind of already knew, Rita had seen me scribbling something down on the young man’s receipt after I’d served him earlier that morning.

Part of me was cursing inwardly at Rita knowing what I’d done, the other part….honestly? I felt proud.

I’d come a long, long way in the past several years, growing from a shy, quiet, insecure introvert.

To…. well, I’m still shy and quiet at least openly, that is my nature.

But I have grown inside, matured.

Every encounter I’ve experienced has made me stronger, boosting my inner confidence.

Every man I’ve had has changed me for the better.

Gone are the days of just fantasising, now instead of daydreaming I make it happen.

At this point in time I was juggling between trying to keep Rita out of my private life, and being strongly tempted to reveal all.

I instinctively knew that my new friend could be trusted.

However, we had some time to go before that trust and friendship would be explored to the full.

Looking back at her expectant face, I couldn’t help but grin.

“What do you mean….what was that?”

A good half hour had elapsed since she’d witnessed my little indiscretion, but my words did not match up with the cheeky grin plastered all over my face.

Rita beamed back as she replied, “Yeah right…. I saw you….what did you write on that receipt?”

What my friend had observed that morning, was me passing a scribbled message to the gorgeous young man I’d been after for a while.

As previously mentioned, this particular young guy, whom both myself and Rita fancied, had been regularly coming into the store and I was determined to get to know him better.

I’d made my intentions clear to him, giving him ‘the look’ at every opportunity, and making small talk whenever I served him.

However up until recently his shyness had prevented any further interaction between us.

It was this shyness and apparent inexperience that had only encouraged me more.

But it now appeared that my efforts weren’t going to waste.

He had begun to return my smiles and also exchange small talk, all while turning bright red….oh my….adorable.

He looked even more handsome when blushing.

So, that morning as I served him, an idea quickly entered my head.

Spontaneous, risky….and exciting.

Looking around as the young guy put his pin into the card machine… nobody else behind waiting for my till…..grabbing a pen I took his receipt and quickly wrote my name and number down on it.

My heart pounding as I did so, this was after all a bold move on my part, I didn’t know hardly anything about him he was basically a stranger.

What would he think of me?

He could already have someone, a girlfriend or wife, although in my experience that didn’t mean anything.

It was a risk alright, but one worth taking.

Although quick with my writing the young guy couldn’t help but notice what I was doing, and as I looked up to hand him the little piece of paper I was met with a look of sheer surprise.

Fortunately there was no distaste or offence in that look, just his natural reaction to my unexpected act.

I grinned confidently back and caught him off guard with a cheeky wink before saying, “You have a nice day now… sweetheart.”

All he could do was turn bright red while thanking me in a slightly shaky voice.

He turned and walked away while studying the receipt with my name and number on it, looking back briefly once before exiting the store.

It was while watching him zayıf gaziantep escort leave, my eyes glued to his cute little bum, that Rita’s presence became known to me.

So focussed on the young man, I’d not noticed her close by pinning some information up on a noticeboard.

She was staring right at me wearing a quizzical frown and would have questioned me right then if not for being called away on some errand by our supervisor.

And now, as I faced her down the aisle, mop in hand….the game was up.

There was no way she was going to let this go and I had no choice but to admit what I’d done.

Rita’s mouth opened wide and the excited look she was already wearing intensified as I confirmed what she clearly suspected.

Feeling a sense of pride and succumbing to her infectious excitement, as I did so.

Fuck to secrecy….this was fun….it felt good to tell her.

“Oh my god….I knew it….ooh Pippa you are a rum un….I bloody knew it….”

She abruptly trails off for a second as I interrupt with a ‘shhhh’ and a worried expression, adding that she keep her voice down, I don’t want the whole place knowing.

Undeterred by my reprimand Rita moves up close to me and continues, “….so what did he say?….I bet that surprised him!”

I told her what had happened while she listened intently, soaking up what little detail there was.

As we chatted in secretive hushed voices, like giddy schoolgirls discussing their latest crush, I couldn’t help but wonder….what would it be like….to tell her everything?

If she was so impressed by this?

In time, I would find myself revealing all to Rita, as we became very close friends.

But that was still some little way off in the future.

For now, my friend was all questions about the young guy.

However, with customers now joining us down the aisle, those questions would have to wait.

Rita reluctantly goes back to her duties with a promise from me to keep her posted on any progress I might make.

And it’s this ‘progress’ that was foremost on my mind throughout not just the rest of that shift but indeed, the whole day.

I checked my phone during break….nothing.

Checked it at home time….nothing.

Kept checking it throughout the day….nothing.

Oh I tell a lie, one text message from o2 trying to get me on a contract, another from my sister, and one phone call from dad insisting that I’d just called him when I hadn’t!

By ‘nothing’ of course, I meant the handsome young man.

The one that I appeared to have….made a fool of myself to.

It was beginning to look like he wasn’t interested.

When John got home from work early that evening I explained what I’d done.

John knew all about my desires involving the young customer at work and despite our attention being focussed upon Mike at the time, he gave me his whole hearted approval.

He’s very understanding like that, you see.

Anyway, it had gotten quite late about 9.30 and i had all but given up. Steve was home in his room, Chris off somewhere with zoe.

I’d just gotten out the bath after a long soak with a bottle of chilled chardonnay for company and I was feeling very relaxed.

Going downstairs wrapped in a bathrobe I met John at the bottom, he was looking excited and holding out my mobile.

“It beeped a couple minutes ago….hope you don’t mind but I had a sneaky peek….”

He trails off, a big grin breaking out, spreading across his face, shaking his head before continuing, “….your guna love what he’s called.”

I took the phone, excited too but curious at my hubby’s reaction, what did he mean? I’m guna love what he’s called?

Looking at the text, it read.

(Hi. Thank u for ur number Pippa u served me at the store this morning. Hope I got right number? Txt me when u get this. Chris x)

Chris…..same name as my eldest son, who by the look of my store guy was not much younger.

I look up from the phone wearing a reluctant grin back at John, “Ah….see what you mean.”

So, the object of my lusty attention has the same name as my son who’s probably not much younger than him….not awkward at all.

As if to read my mind John chimes in with a comment that puts an uncomfortable image in my gaziantep zayıf escort head.

“Well….that’s guna be interesting at the point of no return….losing yourself in the moment….calling out his name!”

My face contorts in disgust before snapping at my hubby, “Oh thanks a lot you bastard… for putting that in my bonnet.”

It’s accompanied by a sharp prod in his side as I push past him.

He knows I’m not serious however, and quickly recovers, following me into the living room where we excitedly discuss what my response will be.

And it’s there in our living room, cuddled up on the sofa together that we spend the next hour with Chris, my new boy.

Most of the time is spent texting each other but I do manage to coax a phone call out of him towards the end.

Chris, is painfully shy.

But as mentioned in the past, I can be very persuasive.

The overall impression I get from Chris reminds me very much of Alan, but at the other end of the age spectrum.

Although his circumstances couldn’t be more different.

Through our texting frenzy and subsequent phone call, I discover that Chris is single, he’s just 20 years old and lives with his mum.

But, he assures me, is saving up for the deposit for a flat in town.

He works full time at a food processing factory and has a car.

The awkward part of the conversation is when he asks questions about me.

I don’t feel that I can tell him the truth, it would surely scare him off.

Even revealing that I’m married would almost certainly send him scurrying.

So I lie, telling him I’m divorced.

I do tell him that I have two children, but don’t go into much more detail at this point about my personal circumstances.

I do however, tell Chris how handsome I think he is and express my interest in meeting him in a more social capacity.

Yeap, I take the lead and ask him out on a ‘date’.

It’s obvious he’s very inexperienced, perhaps….and at the same time hopefully…maybe even a virgin as well.

Chris compliments me on my appearance, describing me as very pretty, then agrees to us going out ‘someplace’ for a chat.

The conversation ends with us arranging to meet up the next day after I’ve finished work, at a café in town we both know of.

I tell him I’m looking forward to it and wish Chris sweet dreams.

From his shaky voice and constant swallowing while we spoke, I could almost feel the heat off his blushing face through my phone!

After ending the call I turned to face my excited hubby who had been so patiently listening to us, while I groped the bulge in his trousers.

I too could feel the effects of talking with Chris while John sat close by soaking up every word of our conversation, the phone had been on speaker….

Despite us now regularly meeting up with Mike the gamekeeper, and me taking on both him and John…..it was sometimes these ‘tame’ things that turned us both on the most.

An urge gripped me, one that I knew couldn’t be ignored.

My nipples….hard and swollen….a slick heat between my legs….I had an itch that needed a good scratch…and it couldn’t wait.

Gazing into my hubby’s eyes….he knows what I want.

A silent understanding passes between us.

Giving his hard bulge one last squeeze before I stand up off the sofa and head out the room with John following close behind.

We know where we’re heading….our old refuge in times of need.

The large brick shed in our back garden… it’s been a while….too long a while.

We’ve often used it in the past when the boys were in as somewhere private to…..vent our frustrations.

A shed…hardly romantic….ordinary…mundane even.

However, I’d had some of the best orgasms of my life within its walls.

And this night is no exception.

Once inside with the door bolted we allow our passions to possess us….and consume each other.

In the heat of the moment I am no lady, I behave like a depraved slut.

Practically tearing John’s trousers down before gobbling what he has to offer me.

I devour his swollen cock in a lust fueled frenzy.

I’m vaguely aware as my attention is totally focussed on this one act, that John is struggling with his vocal outlet.

I gaziantep zayıf escort bayan like to think of it as a pressure release, for when things get too much.

Pain and pleasure…they are more related than you might think?

Both evoke a similar response.

Mouth open wide…loud vocalisation.

But this is where the situation draws in my wicked side.

The shed is not exactly sound proof, and I know that John can’t make much noise…

So I have him quite literally…by the balls.

The slippery heat of my mouth combined with the actions of frantic tongue….and my nails….driven into his nut sack.

Oh my goodness me…I love that power trip.

Reducing a big strong man like my hubby to…a quivering wreck.

It doesn’t get much better.

Even with a mouthful of cock I still manage somehow to grin at my hubby’s awkward but exquisite predicament.

Knowing he wants to scream his head off….but can’t…it’s electric.

This level of teasing however, does not go unchallenged for long.

The tables are quickly turned as John decides he’s had enough of playtime, and his dominant side shows me its teeth.

I’m grabbed by the hair and pulled up onto my feet, instantly pushed hard against the shed wall…there pinned in a passionate embrace.

As we kiss, tongues entwined, I feel him getting ready.

Grasping my upper thighs in a strong vice like grip…I instinctively wrap my legs around him…letting him take my weight….feeling his thing brush against my moist slit once….once more…then finding the target…easily sliding home.

All the way up, deep inside.

Despite needing to stay quiet I let slip a squeal of delight.

Oh god….I so need it.

So….fucking desperately need it.

Closing my eyes and trying hard not to cry out, I’m quickly taken away to that special place.

Our joint passion combining to produce a dizzy climax.

I’m left shaking and gasping for air, desperately holding on to John who too is soon in the grip of a climax spasm.

In the breathless aftermath, my hubby locked up tight against me…I feel it.

That most sweetly erotic, almost indescribable sensation of being filled.

Warm pulsing, deep within…

A quiet, special moment between the pair of us… oh so familiar lovers.

There have been many other’s, but there’s only one for me.

I kiss his neck tenderly while he finishes, feeling him calming down, the passion ebbing away.

This part of any coupling always fascinates me…feeling all that energy slowly draining…

With the last pulses gone, he kisses me tenderly on the lips before I disembark my special ride, unfurling my legs from around him and placing unsteady feet back on the ground.

Looking down past the open bathrobe between my legs, in the half light cast by a nearby street lamp, I can see he’s made a mess.

Pearly goo is running down the inside of both thighs….time to clean up.

As we’re doing so I’m vaguely aware of John grumbling, something about his back, still dizzy from a dynamite climax I’m not taking in properly what he’s saying.

It’s not until we’re back in the house that I realise what’s wrong…..what I have done.

It’s a warm night and John isn’t wearing anything on his top half, he turns with his back to me and I see it.

Deep scratches adorn my hubby’s upper back area, there’s blood, a lot of it streaking down to his trousers waistband.

“Oh shit….oh no…John…I’m so sorry….let me….”

I trail off while retrieving some tissues to soak up the blood.

Guilt hits me full on, I’ve made a right mess of him.

But John takes it in his stride, playing it down to save my feelings by joking that he will have something to show the guy’s at work tomorrow.

However, I do realise that this is an issue with me that I need to try and address.

I get so carried away, so lost in the moment that I’m not really in control of my actions.

And now I’ve hurt someone I love.

After I’ve tended to my hubby’s wounds we retire to the living room, have another drink to calm down, and discuss my upcoming date.

One thing appears certain, Chris is different from my ‘usual’ fellas.

Young, inexperienced, and most notably… unattached.

Most of the men I’ve been with up to that point have been married, or much older than me.

But it’s this detail, about Chris not having anyone, that in our haste and excitement we overlook and fail to take into account.

This little detail does end up becoming an issue later on.

However, for the moment all I can do is focus on that upcoming first ‘date’ and what might happen….

End of chapter 8.

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I was not looking forward to working out at all. I wanted to get into shape, but working out was going to be painful mainly because it had been a few months since I had stepped into the gym. I was so right, the first week I was so damn sore, but going into the second week, I was feeling much better. I am usually in a zone of my own when I go into the gym. I just want to get my workout done, go into the steam room, and then take a shower before going home. I do not usually really pay attention to the people around me, because then it becomes a distraction, but when I came in today, I could not help but notice this damn hot trainer across from me. He was helping one of the women get set up on the treadmill. He was tall, with dark hair, and a killer body. As I got onto the treadmill, I was really trying to keep my eyes down and not pay attention to what was going on across from me but it was not easy, and then there he was standing in front of me. “How is everything going?” he asked. I nearly tripped over my feet when I looked up, “Um, fine,” I stammered. “Well if you need anything my name is Brian,” he said as he was walking away. Dammit, I did not usually have a hard time speaking to men but for some reason he made me nervous. It has been a while since I had flirted with a man. The next couple of weeks were not easy for me, but I would get in early enough to get my workout done before Brian came in, which was both good and bad. It was good because I got my workout done and it was bad because I was not able to watch Brian do his thing in the gym while he helped the other women. The women loved Brian and he did his job well. He was a great trainer from what I could see. Watching him, work with the other women was kind of a turn on because he was very assertive with them, which I found quite sexy, not to mention he has an amazing body. I was watching him one day with zenci gaziantep escort one of his regular appointments and every time he held the woman’s waist as she went down into a squat, I imagined it was his hands on my waist. I did not think that he noticed me watching him until he made eye contact with me in the mirror, and he gave me a smile. I was slightly embarrassed, so I just continued my workout and thought, “I got a smile from him that’s a start.” I made the decision that I was going to stop watching him with his hands on other women and I was going to find a way to get his hands on me. I had been working out now for a few weeks and felt that I had lost some weight and I was feeling good about the way that I looked. It may have been a while since I flirted but I knew I had it in me, in addition the idea of flirting with Brian sent electricity through me. The next day I made sure to wear an outfit that would get me noticed. I put on a red shirt with a V-neck that showed off just enough cleavage to get his attention, and a pair of black workout pants that hugged my ass, which has always been one of my best assets so to speak. Walking into the gym, I took a deep breath and made my way to the weights, grabbing two 15-pound free-weights and started working my arms, along with a couple of lunges too. I made it through the first set before I saw Brian in the mirror standing behind me. I smiled at him as I went into my next set and as I started into a lunge. I lost my footing sending me off balance. He managed to get his hands around my hips, helping to brace me so that I did not fall over. “Are you okay?” he asked while holding me steady.  “Um, yeah,” I squeaked out. While inside my head I am screaming, “Hah, his hands are on me.” Now I just needed to find a way to have this happen more often. gaziantep zenci escort bayan “May I make a couple of suggestions on your form?” he asked.  As if I am going to say no to his offer to help, considering this is what I had been looking forward to. I had butterflies as I stood there staring at him behind me awaiting my answer. I did my best not to sound too excited as I turned around. “Yes, please I can use some pointers.” I smiled as I answered him. “Turn and face the mirror and bring the weight slightly back making it even with your hip and then raise your wrist up.” He instructed me to do this five times. Watching him behind me as he counted for me was both exhilarating and distracting. I could feel the burning in my arm as I slide it back and then released it as I went forward again. I knew I was going to feel it later when I got home, but I did not care right then. I was enjoying having Brian tell me what to do, he was quite confident as an instructor. He came closer and put his hand on the small of my back sending shockwaves up my spine. I could feel my stomach tighten as he glided his hand slowly up my back. It had been a while since a man had touched me. I closed my eyes and tried to remember to breathe. “If you straighten your back just slightly you will get a better arch on your wrist and you will be able to bring the weight back a little further,” he informed me, bringing me back to the present. “Oh thank you,” I replied as I took a deep breath. Fuck, the thoughts that were going through my head right then. I could feel the excitement between my legs and I had to shift my body in order to stop them from being too evident to Brian. “Do you have room for another client?” I asked with secret hope deep inside. “I need to check my schedule and see what is available, but gaziantep zenci escort I am sure I can fit you in. If you want to come with me I can take a look right now,” he said as he walked towards his office. All I could think was, “Ah, yes, I’d like to come with you and have you come for me too.” I got a wicked smile on my face as I followed him to his office. Damn he had a nice ass. Watching Brian behind his desk was quite sexy and I had no idea why, but it just was. I looked around the room, it was spacious with a nice brown leather couch against the wall. The walls were pretty bare except for a few framed pictures of sports teams and one with just a black and white silhouette of a woman’s torso in amazing shape. The one thing that caught my eye was, he had his own private bathroom and as I backed up a little, I could see that there was a decent size shower in there. I made a mental note and then started to wonder if he had ever done any of his clients in that shower. Oh, what I would like to do to him in that shower. Again, I could feel the stirring in my stomach. “Would evenings work for you?” he asked springing me out of my daydream. “Yes!” I said with a little too much enthusiasm. Damn am I looking forward to being worked out by him. “I can sometimes be a little lazy when I work out, so I expect you to whip my ass if I start to slack of,” I said with a wink and smirk. “Oh you can count on it, especially now that you have given me permission to whip your ass.” He looked up from his desk with a twinkle in his eye. “I will be here tomorrow night at seven sharp ready to work my ass off,” I said walking toward the door. I turned to look back and caught him staring at my ass. “Uh yes, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he stammered looking up quickly. I just smiled and walked out the door. I was so excited to get to the gym. That was all I had been thinking about at work. The fantasies I was having at work made it very difficult to concentrate on my work, but I made it through the day with a wicked smile on my face. I got to the gym a little early so I could change and stretch a little, so not to be too sore after I worked out. I was in the middle of stretching with my hands around my ankles, when I saw a pair of muscular legs standing behind me.

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Please note, this is a true story. However, I’ve changed the names, ages, places and occupations to protect the other person’s privacy. I have no shame so enjoy, LOL.

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Lydia: The Bachelorette Party Ch. 02

The Rehearsal Dinner

The next day was extremely busy as so many things went wrong with the wedding. We didn’t really talk about the wild night before. Lydia was dragged into helping out so we didn’t have much time to hang out. She also told me to behave as everyone was stressed out and distracted. But I didn’t listen. It was her idea to “Go out and fuck to help you forget.” In hindsight I didn’t regret what I did but I was sorry I added to the stress of the wedding.

The groom, groomsmen and several others who were at the bachelor party found themselves with really bad alcohol poisoning so they didn’t make rehearsal dinner. Some ended up in the hospital and others stuck in bed. Of course many people were pissed. Then other things went wrong like flights delayed, people quit their wedding responsibilities and the bride was tearing into everyone. At least they were smart enough to do the bachelor and bachelorette parties two nights before the wedding and not the night before.

As all this was happening I went to fuck the bride’s mom again. I had her bent over a counter in the bathroom in the grand ballroom. I figure no one would be here as they were out doing other stuff. My cock was hammering her MILF pussy and pulling her hair back. She was screaming for me to fuck her harder when the maid of honor came in and caught us.

Irene who was 27 and really cute, had her mouth drop when she saw us. She looked at us like we were crazy. I kept pumping into Sandra and not giving a fuck. She could watch, join or leave. Irene kept trying to interject and messing up our vibe. So I said sternly, “Look everyone is stressed out and I’m trying to help her have a moment to relax before she has to get back into the chaos.”

Irene who was somewhat of a spoiled brat was flabbergasted I talked to her that way. It was also not lost on me she was watching intently while trying to get us to stop. I’ve always been told my sex sounds are hot. When I came into Sandra’s yeni gaziantep escort pussy I let out an some aggressive moans and an angry, “Hell yeah!” All while looking right at Irene. She let out some heavy breaths. I could tell she was turned on.

Sandra got up from the counter, gave me a kiss and thanked me. I didn’t get her to a full on orgasm but I did what I said. I gave her some time away from the chaos and even though the climax is a major goal, you can still enjoy sex without the climax. She fixed her dress and composed herself. They walked out together but Irene looked back at me and gave me slight smile before she left.

Later that night my cock found Cynthia again. It was 10pm and they are finally starting to wrap up doing things for the wedding. I came up behind her, spun her around and started to kiss her. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I pushed her up against a wall and really got her adrenaline going. Then I just stopped and told her to meet me in the hotel jacuzzi area in 1 hour.

I had a plan and I was determined. I didn’t want others seeing me leaving with her, especially Irene. It also would’ve been bad if Sandra caught me fucking her niece. I was definitely going to fuck Irene too but I found out they were sisters so I definitely had to be cautious. I doubt either would be ok with me fucking the other one. I knew I wasn’t going to see them after this so I didn’t care too much but I also didn’t want to add more drama to the already chaotic wedding.

I went to find Sandra as I wanted to get her off and enjoy her breasts again. However, I bumped into Irene. She said hello and started to talk to me. Something came over me. I wasn’t sure what it was. I didn’t plan on it but I just grabbed her hand and pulled her into the nearby stairwell. I put Irene on her knees, pulled out my cock and shoved it into her mouth.

At first I moved my hips and pumped my cock into her mouth. Then I stopped to see if she would continue sucking on her own. Low and behold she did. And she was really working me over. Irene was shorter then Cynthia at 5’5. She had a 32C chest and was thicker than her sister.

“You gaziantep yeni escort like sucking my hard cock, don’t you?” I growled at her.

She stopped sucking and said, “Yes.”

I growled at her again, “You enjoyed watching me fuck your auntie, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Was all she managed to moan.

I became more sinister with my words, “You want me to use your mouth, drop my cum in there and leave you wanting, don’t you?” She looked up at me and nodded in shame. I growled again and released a load into her mouth. I grabbed her head and said, “Take it all, swallow it all, don’t let a fucking drop hit the ground.” And well, she took all of it.

I pulled her to her feet and pressed her up against the wall. I told her I wanted her, I wanted to eat her pussy, I wanted to fuck her. But it would be tomorrow and she’d have to wait for it. I also told her that I would surprise her. So anytime during the day I could grab her, rip her dress off and fuck her. She wouldn’t know when and would have to be ok with it. Irene nodded in agreement and I left.

I continued looking for Sandra. Eventually I found her in the lobby at 1030pm. I had 30 minutes to fuck her then get to the jacuzzi area to meet Cynthia. As I was approaching Sandra, her daughter ran to her crying. Oh crap, cock block alert was all I was thinking. Wow, I was really being an ass this weekend. I just fucked Irene’s mouth and left her there. Oh fuck it I thought, maybe giving it to Cynthia was going make me feel better.

It was now 1110am, Cynthia was in the jacuzzi, bent over the side and I was relentlessly fucking her from behind. The sign said the area was supposed to be closed at 10pm but there was another way to access it. When I first arrived I pushed her to her knees and face fucked her like I did her sister. If she only knew her sister had sucked my cock not long before she just did. I was overindulging in the available pussy but was it really healing me.

I can tell by looking at her asshole it was really tight and I ask her if she had ever been fucked in the ass. She said she hasn’t an wasn’t into that. Well, I wet a few fingers and slid one gaziantep yeni escort bayan into her asshole. She was really tight and let out a strong moan. It was a mix of shock, pain and oh this is a new feeling. My cock kept fucking her and I let her get used to my finger in her ass.

As I started to move my finger in and out of her hole. She kept moaning but it sounded more pleasurable as I went on. However, since she wasn’t prepared and running around all day she wasn’t as clean as you’d like to engage in anal play. I moved out of her completely. I told her to play with herself and I’d be right back without her knowing why. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands.

When I got back she was fingering herself in the jacuzzi. Cynthia had her eyes closed and was looking really hot doing this. She didn’t notice I was back and I started stroking my cock while watching her. You can tell the challenging weekend was getting to her also and she needed that release. I would’ve like to have given it to her but I was a big reason why she’s getting it. As her orgasm arrived and ran its course, she looked up at me with a smile.

I got back into the jacuzzi and started kissing her. I sat down next to her in one of the long ledges people use as seats. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it. We were locked into a very sensuous kissing session. Her hand was strongly gripping and basically making love to my cock.

I pulled back my kiss and asked if she enjoyed my finger in her ass. She blushed and only nodded. She leaned in and our lips continued it’s fun together. My hard cock was feeling incredible in her small yet strong hand. As my orgasm started I moved my lips off of hers and just stared into her eyes. We looked at each other with such steamy desire as I erupted.

We continued kissing for a while longer. She wanted me to go back with her to her room but I also knew she was sharing a room with Irene. I told her I’d see her tomorrow and find sometime for us to be alone. When I arrived back at my room Lydia was not happy. The wedding was on the brink of collapsing and she heard I was not behaving myself today.

I can tell she was stressed. From not being in the bridal party to now dragged and guilted into helping. I started massaging her shoulders to help her relax. I asked what she heard about me. Apparently Irene told her she caught me fucking Sandra today. I told her I also had Irene sucking my cock and fingered Cynthia’s asshole. So yeah, I was definitely not behaving myself. But I reminded her what she told me, “Go out and fuck to help you forget.”

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Sue was raised an arrogant, snobbish little bitch that always thought she and her family were better than most people on earth. I started dating her when she was only 15 and because of her attitude, she didn’t have a lot of friends. Within 2 weeks I was fucking her every day.
The first time was in my parents attic. I fucked her on the floor and saw the blood drip out of her pussy, so I knew she was telling me the truth when she said she was a virgin. She was the most submissive girl I have ever fucked. I can’t tell you the number of times I would have her strip stark ass naked and ride that way in our car. I would drive down the interstate, slowing down when I was pulling beside a semi, just so they could get a good look at her pussy and her firm little tits. She would want to hide her face, but I refused the request telling her to look right at them while holding your pussy open. The only things she was against was letting another man fuck her or me fucking her in the ass. That was about to change with our divorce.
After several years of marriage, Sue and I decided to call it quits. We enjoyed each other, but we wanted our freedom to do as we pleased. We divorced, but she still wanted to retain a sexual relationship with me. I knew then that this was the time to turn this bitch into a common whore.
I bluntly told her that the only way I would continue fucking her would be in her ass and she was to always keep her pussy shaved. It was clear she did not want to agree to these terms, but she was so horny and wanted to keep seeing me, so she quietly agreed to my terms. I made her repeat our agreement back saying “You can fuck me in the ass anytime you want” and “I will keep my pussy shaved”. Immediately afterwards, I bent her over the side of my bed and slowly eased my cock into her tight little asshole.

She cried out a little bit, but held still while I fucked the daylights out of her ass. After a couple minutes of really pounding her ass, I could feel her relax somewhat. I remember Cumming that first time in her ass, I thought she was going to keep my cock lodged in her ass she squeezed it so tight.

After several months of fucking her in the ass, I stepped it up a notch. I made a rule that the only way she could be in my house is if she was completely naked before entering. She would go onto the back porch and take off all of her clothes and throw them into the corner before entering. We took so many pictures of her and her agreeing that I was to post them on the internet for others to see. I wanted everyone to see every inch of her body and the humiliating things I did to her or made her do. As a result of our picture taking, we have posted several pictures on the internet.

The next step was to get her fucking other men. These would be men she knew and some she would just meet. The objective was to turn her into the ultimate common whore.

I called her one night on my car speaker phone while riding with a long time buddy. This buddy had known Sue for all of our married life and always thought she acted like she was better than others. I asked Sue if she was horny and she replied she was. I asked her if she wanted me to come over and fuck her and she replied, “yes”. I asked her how she wanted to be fucked and she said “in my ass”. I could see my buddy was getting excited just listening to our conversation, and hearing Sue talk like a whore so I told her to strip while talking to me on the phone. She promptly took off all of her clothes and I asked if her blinds were open and lights on. She said that some lights were on and the front blinds were closed, but the back ones were open meaning that her neighbors behind her could potentially see her walking around her house naked. I told her to turn on all her lights and to go over and open the front blinds and stand in front of her picture window while talking to me on the phone.

Until I told her otherwise, she was to stand naked in front of her picture window so that everyone driving or walking by could see her naked ass. After she acknowledged she had done what I told her to do, I told her to put a couple fingers into her pussy and describe how her pussy felt and tasted. She said it was wet and tasted as usual. My final instruction to her was to unlock her front door and leave it ajar, go upstairs to her bedroom and get on her hands and knees with her head under the pillow. I did not want her to see me that night while I had my way with her. She could fantasize about someone else fucking her if she wanted.

My buddy and I arrived a few minutes later and the door was ajar, all the lights were on, the blinds were all open and her clothes including panties and bra were lying on the floor in front of her picture window.
I quietly walked up to her room and there she was naked on her knees and elbows with her head under the pillow, her bedroom lights on and the bedroom blinds open. Her neighbors that lived behind her were getting quite a show. I motioned for my buddy to quietly come into her room and he walked to the foot of her bed just staring at her upturned ass and her shaved pussy.

I motioned for him to play with her pussy and ass and he did. Slowing running his fingers the length of her crack and then slipping his fingers into her pussy. I could tell she was getting turned on because she pushed her ass back as far as she could toward him. Her cheeks were wide apart and her asshole was in plain view. It was slightly open from all the ass fucking she had. I pointed to her asshole and motioned for him to stick his finger in her ass. He began rubbing his fingers around her asshole and letting one slide into her ass. She was bouncing around the bed, moaning and pushing her ass back toward him, clearly yavuzeli escort enjoying having her ass played with. I could see his cock was straining against his shorts while he was enjoying playing with my ex-wife. I told her to keep her head under the pillow, but turn onto your back and get your legs into the air.

Holding the pillow, she flipped onto her back and placed her knees beside her chest. Just the site of her legs wide open like a whore while a man she had known for years as a friend was playing with her pussy and asshole was almost too much to bear. She has no idea that it was not me bringing her to a orgasm. I asked her if she wanted another finger in her ass and she said yes. He pulled out his finger and then slowly slid two fingers in her ass and brought her to an orgasm which he later told me he could feel her asshole squeezing his fingers as she came. With her holding the pillow over her head, I slid her to the edge of the bed so her ass was on the edge.

I motioned for my buddy to go ahead and eat her pussy and he immediately dropped to his knees and started eating Sue. He was really sucking on her clit and when he came up for air, her clit was beet red and swollen. I motioned for him to fuck her and he dropped his shorts and rammed his cock all the way inside her in one thrust. He was rolling her clit with his thumb while fucking her pussy and it didn’t take long before he shot his load inside her. As he quietly left the room, I spun Sue around and had her lying on the bed with her head off the side of the mattress and proceeded to face fuck the bitch. It felt like I shot a quart of cum down her throat when I finally came.

A couple weeks later, I spoke to her about that night and asked why she thought I had her keep her head under the pillow. She was clueless, so I told her that I had someone with me and they are the person that brought her to orgasm that night by finger fucking her asshole, eating her pussy and then fucking her like a common whore. At first she did not believe me, but I told her it was true and he wanted to get together again, if she was interested. She said she would be, but wanted to know who the other guy was. I told her she would find out later, but to get used to other guys fucking her and again she agreed to do whatever I told her to do.

We set up our next meeting to meet in a grocery store parking lot. She was to make sure she was freshly shaven and was to wear a short skirt and a white top and nothing else. She was game so
we decided to meet at the Pic-n-Sav parking lot on a warm Saturday morning. My buddy, Doug and I discussed on the way all the things we would make Sue do. We had the camera and agreed we would make her beg him to fuck every hole she had.
As we pulled into the parking lot, I saw Sue’s car parked in the back. I stopped and told Doug to get in the back of the car. He quickly jumped into the back seat and I pulled over to where Sue was waiting.
When Sue got out of her car, she opened the passenger door and I told her to get in the back with Doug. You should have seen the look on her face when she realized it was Doug who had a week earlier made her cum with a couple of his fingers deep in her asshole. She had known Doug most of her life, but they were just friends. Now they were going to be lovers and Sue would be his whore by doing anything he wanted.
As Sue got into the backseat, I turned in the front seat and said “well”? Sue raised her skirt for me to see her smoothly shaved pussy. I told her “show Doug” . She slid on the seat placing her left foot on the seat while keeping her right foot on the floor and lifted her skirt to her waist showing Doug her freshly shaved pussy. I told her to spread open her pussy for him and she slowly reached down placing her fingers on either side of her pussy and pulled it open for him to appreciate. “Get on your back, pull your legs up and spread your ass cheeks so Doug can see the asshole he was playing with last week I demanded.
Without a word Sue laid on the seat lifted her legs into the air and pulled her ass apart for Doug. Thank Doug for finger fucking your asshole so you could have an orgasm I demanded. “Thank you for fingering my ass so I could cum” Sue told him. Sue, tell him what he can do to you. “You can eat me, I will suck your cock, you can fuck me in the ass, fist fuck me or anything else you want just don’t hurt me” Sue told him. Will you spit his cum out or swallow it, Sue? She said she would swallow it, which became a rule after our divorce, she always swallows cum. Can he take pictures of you and show them to his friends and place them on the internet for others to see? “Yes, you can take pictures of me and show them to your friends and put them onto the internet for others to look at” Sue replied. Tell Doug from this day forward you will be his fuck whore. “I will be your whore from now on and will do whatever you want me to do” Sue told Doug. All during this conversation, Sue was in the grocery store parking lot, legs in the air holding her ass cheeks apart while Doug was savoring the view of her asshole and open pussy.
I told Doug to reach up and see if his whore was wearing a bra. He reached up and was fondling Sue’s tits while she laid on the seat and said “Nope, no bra”.
Let’s go into the store and buy some veggies we can use on her I suggested. Sue walked with Doug and the three of us went into the store to get some toys to use on her. In the store, Sue stayed with Doug and he was constantly squeezing her ass or reaching under her short skirt for a feel and I know damn well others saw her ass and pussy, because I saw it several times as they walked through the store. Doug would have her yavuzeli escort bayan bend over and dig through the cucumbers or eggplant bins while he would play with her butt, pushing her skirt up as he did. Sue finally had a selection on veggies that would be used in her ass and pussy, so we proceeded to the check out and Doug made her pay for them.
As we got into the car, me in front and Doug and Sue in the back, Doug told Sue “Take all your clothes off”. Without a word, Sue stripped stark ass naked right there in the parking lot in broad daylight! Doug was really getting into his role of helping me humiliate and break down this once arrogant bitch into a most common whore. “Spread your pussy and beg me to eat it” Doug demanded of Sue. Sue reached down and pulled her pussy open and begged “Doug, will you please eat my pussy”? Doug asked “do you really want me to lick your pussy”? Sue only said “Yes”. With that, Doug bent down and began to eat my ex-wife’s pussy, his friend of 20 plus years. He placed a couple fingers in her cunt and was sucking away on her clit and licking her cunt like there was no tomorrow. I watched as Sue raised her legs higher and as they were drifting further apart she began to moan. I knew Sue was getting close to Cumming. Here we were, in a well used grocery stores parking lot and watching as Sue was shamed into being naked and brought to orgasm in plain view of anyone that would walk by the car and look. Her orgasm was pretty powerful and she was whimpering like a little pig as she came.
Doug continued eating her pussy as I drove out of the parking lot headed for another area to show off Sue. As we drove down the highway, Doug has Sue bend over in between the bucket seats so her face was by me and her ass was in his face. We drove for several miles like that until Doug told her he wanted her to suck his cock. She spun around and in a few moments had his hard cock in her mouth sucking for all she was worth. We took her to a room and spent the entire after noon eating her pussy, getting our cocks sucked and fucking her. As she was sucking Doug’s cock, I slid my cock in her ass and fucked her until I came. She then asked Doug if he would like to fuck her ass and he jumped on her and pounded her ass good. She was pretty sore by the time we finished using her mouth, pussy and asshole, but she never complained. We have had several other threesomes since that time and she really enjoys two cocks at the same time.
Now it was time to take her further in becoming a common whore, she needed to fuck other men, a lot of them.
We were looking at the dating adds and one popped out, Male looking for a Female for fun get together, call for a great time. I had Sue contact the agency and they gave Allen the number to contact Sue. Within a couple days, Allen had made contact and wanted Sue to come over the coming Sunday to watch a football game with him and have a couple beers. Sue agreed although I could tell she was nervous as hell over doing this. I told her to be sure her pussy was freshly shaved and I expected her to have sex with Allen this first meeting with him. If he didn’t initiate sex, she was to suggest it. Sue was going to get fucked by someone she did not know and she was inviting it. The only difference between her and a common whore is she was not charging for the use of her pussy, it was free.
The Sunday came and Sue called me as she was heading over to Allen’s house which was about 15 miles from where she lived. I asked if she had shaved her pussy for him and she replied “yes, she had shaved it in the bathtub this morning while taking a bath”. I again reminded her that I expected her to have sex with Allen and to call me afterwards and tell me the details. Sue agreed and nervously went to Allen’s.
About 3 hours later, Sue called saying that she really didn’t like Allen, but after about an hour Allen had her on the couch with his tongue in her mouth her top off playing with her tits, squeezing her nipples and reaching into her shorts and panties rubbing her pussy. After a short time playing, Allen stripped her naked and had her lie on the floor where he began by inspecting her body as closely as she had ever been inspected and then started eating her pussy. He was really surprised that her pussy was shaven, but he loved it. He finally stopped and took off his shorts, leaving his shirt on and told her to suck his cock while he continued eating her pussy. She said he was pretty good at oral sex, but she really enjoyed it more as he inserted a finger up her ass. She said it didn’t take long and she had cum and he came partly in her mouth, but mostly on her face.
After Sue finished telling me the details, I asked “Did he fuck you”? She said no, it was all oral sex, but again said she really didn’t like this guy and didn’t want to see him again. I told her that was too bad that she didn’t like him because she was going to fuck him, probably several times. With that I told her to hang up and call Allen to see if she could come over again and that she really enjoyed what they did and she wanted more. Sue was told to let me know what he had to say.
Susan called Allen and asked if she could see him again and really enjoyed the time they spent together. He was happy to hear she had fun and invited her over the following night. When Sue called me back and told me the arrangement, I reminded her that I wanted him to fuck her and to cum inside her. After Sue said she would let me know how it went, I hung up the phone knowing that Sue was on her way to becoming a common whore. No more would she have this air of arrogance.
That Monday evening Sue called and said that “Well, I saw Allen again and he fucked me tonight escort yavuzeli and came inside me”. I told her to tell me the details which went something like this: As soon as she walked in Allen’s house, he had her strip all her clothes off. They then laid on the floor and had a repeat of Sunday’s oral session, but he did not cum this time, but she did while he was eating her pussy and fingering her asshole. After Sue had cum while Allen was eating her pussy, he pulled his cock from her mouth and raised her legs onto his shoulders and started fucking her. She said his cock was about average, but he could fuck for a long time without Cumming. She said he ground his pelvis into hers and would thrust as hard as he could into her and after what seemed like 30 minutes, he came inside her. She knew he shot a lot into her because she said it instantly started running out of her pussy, so she just pulled her panties and shorts on without cleaning up, put on her top and left.
She again said she did not like this guy, but she did as I wanted. I told her to call Allen and make another date, and she should try to like him because she was going to be fucking him often. Reluctantly, she called Allen again and made another date with him for later in the week. She fucked Allen about 20 times over the course of a couple months and it progressed to him using toys on her and having a couple friends come over where they triple teamed her several times. She said he or they used every hole she had and one would pull out of her ass and go right into her pussy or out of her pussy and into her mouth. Sue said much of this he either filmed or took pictures. She has no idea what he plans on doing with the movies or pictures, but I told her I am fine if he places them on the internet for others to see her being fucked like a whore.
Now that Sue was fucking men she didn’t know, I knew we were close to her going out looking for some strange cock, which she ending up fucking close to 25 different men on a first night basis. Many of her new fuck buddies were married and a couple were black.
I was looking for some variation in Sue’s sex life and decided she needed to fuck some black guys. Then one night I arranged for one of my friends from a local bar to stop by for some drinks. He was a nice looking man probably 5’10” tall and very slim, but he was black and I mean coal black!

Sue was a little unsure about sleeping with a black man as she hardly even ever knew one, her circle of friends were all white. This meeting up to humiliate Sue and degrade Sue to the depths that she would become the ultimate whore.

Bobbie and Sue sat around for the evening drink wine and Crown Royal whiskey. It didn’t take too long before Sue was to the point that she was ready to try anything. She was getting so drunk and horny. They were sitting on the couch and before Sue knew what was happening, Bobbie leaned over and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Sue was so worked up by this time that I knew she was going to fuck Bobbie and I was looking forward to it.

It wasn’t long before Bobbie had his hands inside her tank top and was playing with her nipples. Bobbie unfastened my bra bringing her tits into full and unobstructed view for him. He leaned forward and began sucking on her tits while his hand slipped into Sue’s shorts and was rubbing her pussy. Her pussy was dripping, Damn, she was so wet! It wasn’t much longer and Bobbie said” Sue, take off your shorts and show me what you have”. Sue stood up and slid off her shorts and standing in just her panties. Bobbie told her to take off her panties and show him her pussy. Sue pulled off her panties and there she was, standing completely naked in front of a black man that she had just met a couple hours before.

Now the games were about to begin…Bobbie had her bend over the table in the living room and spread her cheeks for him to see. My god, she was bent over like a whore on display with her ass pulled apart showing a black man her most intimate parts. After Bobbie did a complete inspection of her ass and pussy from behind, Sue was told to lay on the floor with her legs spread apart as far as she could. Bobbie took out his cock and knelt down by her side placing his cock next to her face. His cock was huge! It had to have been 9″ and it was still growing. He rubbed his cock on her lips and Sue just opened my mouth and began sucking him off.

After Bobbie’s cock was completely hard and wet with her saliva, he knelt between her legs and placed her legs on his shoulders. Slowly he began inserting his cock into Sue and I know he was not all the way in and she had came twice. It wasn’t long and he was fucking Sue with everything he had. I honestly believe his cock was into her womb as he was going places with his cock that she said other guys had never approached. After what seemed like an hour, Bobbie shot his cum into Sue and all she could do is lay there panting like a overheated dog! Her legs were spread apart and Bobbie’s cum was dripping on her asshole and onto the carpet.

From that night, Sue was hooked on black guys. She still will fuck white guys, but she gets off much more when she is being used as a black man’s whore. She now loves black men and give herself completely to them to use as they want. Sue has been with about 8 different black guys and been used at 1 gang-bang with 3 black guys and a black girl (whom she was forced to eat out after being fucked by one of the guys).

Matthew is one black dude that gets into humiliation of white ladies and has her do sex acts where people can see her performing on him and his buddies. When he is at her house she has to have all the blinds open and lights on while completely naked. When Sue sucks his cock and when he fucks her, it has to be in front of a window so neighbors or anyone driving/walking by will see them. When they are in public, he will fondle her pussy or tits when he knows that white people are watching them and Sue just seems to love being humiliated.

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Deuxième et dernière partie

Miranda était terrorisée en se rendant compte qu’elle n’avait aucune échappatoire. Si elle tentait de rejoindre l’orée de la forêt, elle se ferait abattre bien avant d’y arriver. La seule solution était de ne pas bouger mais Dieu sait ce qu’ils allaient faire d’elle une fois entre leurs mains.

Sa nudité n’allait pas arranger les choses et malgré le soleil qui lui brûlait la peau, elle choisit de rester sur place en se disant qu’elle ne devait surtout pas parler de ses deux amis.

Maousse et Burd étaient partis en exploration pour rechercher la source de la rivière qui passait près de leur grotte. Ils étaient sûrement loin de se douter du drame qui se déroulait près de sa capsule de survie.

La navette tourna encore un peu autour d’elle avant de se poser. Ils prenaient leur temps, sachant pertinemment que la femme nue qu’ils avaient en visuel était à leur merci.

Lorsque l’engin fut enfin sur le sol, à une dizaine de mètres d’elle, une porte s’ouvrit sur le côté et deux hommes armés en descendirent. Ils étaient vêtus de treillis très légers étudiés spécialement pour les planètes très chaudes.

La jeune femme sentait ses jambes se dérober sous elle et elle dût faire un effort important pour ne pas tomber. Lentement, elle leva les bras au ciel pour montrer qu’elle n’était pas dangereuse. De toute façon sa nudité n’en faisait pas une adversaire bien redoutable mais elle ne voulait pas qu’ils tirent sur elle sans raison.

Les pirates avancèrent lentement, prenant leurs temps tout en se délectant de la vision qu’ils avaient devant eux. La jeune femme était magnifique et lorsqu’ils furent en face d’elle, ils lui demandèrent, tout en gardant les canons de leurs armes dirigés sur son ventre.

– C’est toi qui étais dans cette capsule

– Heu… oui

– Il y a d’autres personnes avec toi sur cette planète

– Non, je suis seule. J’ai atterri ici trois ans après le crash de mon vaisseau. Tous les autres membres d’équipage ont péri.

Depuis que toute la galaxie avait opté pour une langue unique, le franglais, tout était devenu plus simple, que ce soit dans le commerce ou dans l’exode sur les planètes lointaines. Miranda ne fut donc pas étonnée de comprendre les pirates même si exceptionnellement elle aurait préféré le contraire.

L’homme qui venait de parler la regarda attentivement avant de lui demander de baisser les bras pour les mettre dans le dos.

En voyant la femme depuis le ciel, il avait dû anticiper car il sortit de sa grande poche de pantalon des liens magnétiques afin de la menotter.

Docile, Miranda ne fit aucun geste lorsque le pirate passa derrière elle pour lui attacher ses deux poignets ensemble. Elle savait que sa seule chance de survie était de rester calme et de ne pas se rebeller. Elle tressaillit mais se laissa faire lorsque la main de l’homme vint se poser sur une de ses fesses, la palpant en toute impunité.

– Et tu es à poil depuis que tu t’es posée?

– Heu… oui. Avec la chaleur je ne supportais plus mes vêtements.

L’homme rigola en se disant qu’ils avaient de la chance de posséder des tenues ayant une fonction rafraîchissante.

– Je crois que le capitaine va être content de notre trouvaille.

– Il va se la garder juste pour lui, lui répondit l’autre. Elle est canon et je me la ferais bien avant.

Celui qui avait mis les liens à Miranda hésita. Il avait peur de son chef et ne voulait pas qu’ils se mettent en rogne s’il apprenait qu’ils avaient baisé leur captive. Et pourtant le corps nu de la jeune femme l’excitait énormément et la proposition de son copain était tentante.

– Ok… on l’emmène à l’arrière de la navette.

Lorsque l’homme la poussa en direction de l’engin, Miranda ne résista pas. Elle savait que sa vie était en jeu mais il y avait aussi autre chose qu’elle n’arrivait pas à s’expliquer. Lorsque le pirate avait parlé de l’emmener pour la baiser, elle n’avait pas été choquée comme si la drogue était toujours présente en elle.

Elle avait découvert le sexe récemment depuis que son corps avait été libéré du traitement qui avait muselé sa libido durant des années. Maintenant, elle n’avait plus peur de ce qu’il pouvait lui faire comme si un verrou avait sauté.

Elle ne réagit pas lorsqu’elle fut poussée dans le dos un peu plus fortement au moment où elle passait la porte de la navette. Ses bras attachés dans le dos ne lui permirent pas de garder l’équilibre et elle tomba lourdement sur le sol de l’engin.

Elle ne se fit pas trop mal mais en entendant les hommes rigoler elle comprit vraiment dans quelle galère elle se trouvait. La prenant par un bras, elle fut relevée sans aucune précaution et emmenée vers le fond de l’engin où se trouvait une couchette sûrement prévue pour les voyages un peu plus longs. Elle ne résista pas lorsqu’elle fut allongée sur le ventre et maintenue fermement.

– Je vais enlever tes liens, à la moindre tentative de fuite, je te tue, est-ce bien clair?

– Oui.

La jeune femme avait peur tout en étant excitée. De se vip gaziantep escort retrouver à la merci de ces deux hommes lui procurait une sensation étrange, presque jouissive même si elle ne voulait pas mourir.

Lorsqu’ils lui libérèrent ses poignets, elle ne fit aucun mouvement pour bien leur montrer sa docilité et elle se laissa positionner sur le dos sans se rebeller. Tout son corps tremblait et elle en ignorait la raison véritable, ne se reconnaissant plus. Elle savait qu’elle était tombée entre les mains des pires bandits de toute la galaxie et elle s’étonnait de ne pas être plus paniquée que ça.

Lorsque les deux hommes se déshabillèrent, elle constata qu’ils ne prenaient aucun traitement en apercevant les membres bien raides qui ne demandaient qu’à la pénétrer. Pour le plus grand étonnement de celui qui lui avait enlevé ses liens, elle écarta les cuisses comme pour l’inviter à venir se servir.

Si elle voulait rester en vie, elle devait être obéissante même si là elle dépassait le stade de la résignation.

– Il paraît que toutes les femmes sur les vaisseaux terriens sont vierges, on va voir ça tout de suite.

Miranda, pour ne pas trahir la présence de ses amis, répondit.

– Pas sur mon vaisseau où on ne prenait aucun traitement contre la libido. Mon capitaine ne voulait pas de drogues à bord.

Les deux pirates furent surpris, pensant qu’ils étaient des exceptions. La jeune femme, en voyant l’incrédulité sur leurs regards poursuivit.

– J’étais là pour les satisfaire.

– Aucune Terrienne n’accepterait ça.

Miranda comprit qu’elle devait faire très attention à ce qu’elle leur disait.

– C’est que je ne suis pas une Terrienne, je viens de Mira 4

Elle avait cité la seule colonie lointaine qu’elle connaissait vu qu’il s’agissait de la destination du Crotal avant qu’il ne soit percuté par la météorite

– J’en ai entendu parler, c’est le trou du cul de l’univers.

– Oui, et comme je ne voulais pas passer le restant de ma vie là-bas j’ai accepté la proposition du capitaine pour pouvoir voyager et quitter la colonie.

– Et en contrepartie tu faisais la pute c’est ça?

– Oui

– Putain, on est tombé sur un phénomène et je comprends mieux pourquoi elle est si accueillante, dit l’un des hommes en rigolant.

Elle ne bougea pas le moindre muscle lorsque l’homme vint s’allonger sur elle. Elle venait de leur faire croire qu’à bord du Crotal elle donnait du plaisir à tout l’équipage et si elle ne continuait pas dans cette lignée, elle risquait très gros.

Miranda, malgré son stress, ne put s’empêcher de pousser un petit cri de plaisir lorsque le membre s’enfonça en elle. Depuis qu’elle avait goûté à la mangue bleue et qu’elle avait été se baigner dans le petit étang comportant les mêmes enzymes, son corps était devenu très réceptif et malgré l’horreur de la situation, elle adora sentir le sexe pénétrer son intimité.

Le pirate ne devait pas violer des femmes si souvent que cela et apprécia énormément ce corps magnifique. Il se mit à la prendre lentement, la faisant gémir à chaque coup de rein. Il n’eut plus aucun doute la concernant, persuadé avoir affaire à une prostituée d’une colonie lointaine.

Son copain trouvait le temps long, voulant lui aussi baiser cette pute. Il comprenait mieux pourquoi le capitaine du Crotal l’avait embarqué à son bord et pourquoi il interdisait le traitement de la libido. Quand on a la chance d’avoir une aussi jolie salope dans son équipage, on en profite au maximum.

– Dépêches-toi de la baiser, j’attends.

L’homme qui besognait la jeune femme ne répondit pas, trop bien installé dans la chatte frémissante de leur belle prisonnière. Il n’avait pas l’intention d’aller plus vite, voulant prolonger ce moment le plus longtemps possible.

Lorsqu’elle serait entre les mains du capitaine Nolan, il y avait peu de chances qu’ils en profitent souvent car même s’il la donnait en pâture à l’équipage, ils étaient bien trop nombreux pour qu’il puisse de nouveau l’avoir juste pour eux.

Miranda finit par décrocher, prenant elle aussi un plaisir incroyable. De sa baignade dans l’étang vert, il devait rester quelques résidus dans son organisme pour qu’elle appréciât autant ce moment. Dans son état normal, elle aurait dû être écœurée voire même traumatisée alors que là elle aimait ça.

Lorsque le pirate explosa de plaisir, crachant dans son ventre sa semence, elle ne s’en rendit pas vraiment compte. Juste avant que les flots de spermes inondent l’intérieur de sa vulve, elle avait été emportée par un orgasme violent.

Elle ne réalisa le changement de partenaire que lorsque ce dernier la pénétra d’un coup violent. Le deuxième homme avait attendu tellement longtemps et était tellement impatient qu’il la prit de façon presque bestiale.

Il donna des grands coups de reins pour se soulager rapidement, aimant trop les textures des chairs qu’elle offrait à sa queue. L’homme ne fut absolument pas gêné par le sperme déjà présent dans la chatte, gaziantep vip escort bayan ne voulant que se vider les couilles.

Ce fut beaucoup plus rapide que son prédécesseur mais tout aussi intense. La jeune femme eut un nouvel orgasme et poussa des cris de jouissance pour le plus grand plaisir des deux hommes.

Lorsqu’ils eurent pris tous les deux leurs pieds, le premier parut hésiter.

– On devrait se débarrasser de cette pute je ne sais pas comment va réagir Nolan s’il apprend qu’on la baisait

– Tu veux la tuer?

– Oui, on jette ensuite son corps dans le désert et demain il aura complètement disparu.

Miranda paniqua en entendant les mots de l’homme. En se faisant passer pour une prostituée, elle pensait que cela était une bonne idée mais elle s’était trompée.

– Vous ne pouvez pas me faire ça, je vous promets que je ne dirais rien.

– Comment pourrait-on te faire confiance.

Miranda réfléchit quelques secondes avant de dire.

– Pour moi, c’est la seule façon de quitter cette planète. Si je ne dis rien, votre capitaine me prendra peut-être dans son équipage. Et je vous promets que je ferais tout pour que vous puissiez profiter de mon corps le plus souvent possible.

Les deux hommes se regardèrent et celui qui l’avait pris en dernier finit par conclure

– Elle a tout à gagner à fermer sa gueule et je pense qu’on peut lui faire confiance.

– C’est que…

– Et on pourra peut-être encore en profiter dans le vaisseau. Bousiller un corps pareil et le jeter en pâture aux bêtes du désert, je trouve que c’est du gâchis.

Son copain finit par être lui aussi convaincu et ils décidèrent de l’emmener au vaisseau pour le plus grand soulagement de la jeune femme. Elle savait que sa vie était toujours en danger mais, qu’au moins, elle ne finirait pas bouffée par des créatures du sable et cela la rassurait.

Elle se laissa faire lorsqu’ils la relevèrent de la couchette pour lui remettre les liens magnétiques, lui attachant ses poignets dans le dos.

Ils la firent asseoir sur le troisième siège du poste de pilotage et décollèrent rapidement. Miranda eut un pincement au cœur lorsque, après avoir survolé sa capsule de survie, ils la firent exploser en envoyant un missile.

– Il ne faudrait pas que ta balise de détresse avertisse d’autres vaisseaux.

Ils tournèrent un peu autour, la regardant brûler avant de prendre la direction du nord. Miranda savait qu’elle risquait ne plus revoir ses amis mais elle préférait se sacrifier plutôt que de leur faire courir le moindre risque.

La navette, durant son trajet, garda la forêt en visuel et il fallut vingt minutes de vol pour arriver à destination. En restant en atmosphère, l’engin était limité en vitesse mais pour la jeune femme, le temps passa bien trop vite car elle savait ce qui l’attendait là-bas.

Le capitaine Nolan était sûrement le pirate le plus connu de toute la galaxie et son vaisseau, le Mélorus, était redouté par tous les navigants. Miranda savait qu’en tombant sur deux membres de son équipage, elle avait eu une malchance incroyable mais essayait de ne pas y penser.

Lorsque au loin le vaisseau apparut, la jeune femme eut du mal à réaliser ce qu’elle voyait. Il était au moins trois fois plus grand que le Crotal et sa forme profilée laissait deviner une puissance et une rapidité hors du commun.

Contrairement à tous les vaisseaux de cette taille qui restaient toujours dans l’espace, il était posé sur le sable, pas trop loin de la forêt. Lorsque la navette fut plus proche, la jeune femme put se rendre compte de l’activité intensive qui régnait autour du Mélorus.

Des véhicules sur coussin d’air faisaient des allers et retours entre les bois et les soutes du vaisseau tandis que des hommes s’activaient sur le sable.

C’est alors qu’elle remarqua la couleur bleue qui se dégageait des caisses et elle comprit alors qu’ils chargeaient des mangues dans le vaisseau.

En voyant le regard de la jeune femme, un des pirates lui dit.

– La plus belle trouvaille du capitaine. Une fois travaillée, c’est une drogue que tout le monde nous arrache et on a plus besoin d’attaquer des transports.

– Moi j’aime quand on se fait une petite attaque dans l’espace car au moins il y a toujours quelques femmes à violer dans les équipages capturés. Avec ces fruits les gars ont les couilles pleines et je peux te dire que tu vas être la bienvenue et que tu vas faire des tas d’heureux.

Miranda préféra ne pas répondre, réalisant seulement maintenant qu’elle était encore plus dans la merde que ce qu’elle s’était imaginée. La navette ne se posa pas trop loin du gros vaisseau et lorsque les deux hommes ouvrir le sas pour la faire sortir en premier, elle ne passa pas inaperçue. Les pirates qui étaient à proximité cessèrent de travailler pour regarder, étonnés, cette jolie femme nue qui précédait leurs copains.

Les mains entravées dans le dos faisaient ressortir son adorable poitrine et en voyant tous les pirates gaziantep vip escort à proximité de leur navette la regarder avec envie, elle sentit une certaine excitation l’envahir.

– Ou vous l’avez trouvée demanda un homme qui portait une caisse remplie de mangues.

– Son vaisseau a explosé et sa capsule s’est posée sur cette planète

– Et qu’est-ce qu’elle fout à poil.

– C’est une prostituée venant de Mira 4. Le capitaine est où?

– Il est dans la soute 4 du vaisseau en train de contrôler le chargement. Vous n’avez qu’à me laisser la pute pendant que vous le chercher.

D’autres pirates se trouvant à proximité avaient abandonné leurs taches pour se rapprocher. Les deux hommes qui avaient emmené la jeune femme étaient plutôt fiers d’eux et ce fut sous les regards envieux et certains commentaires scabreux concernant Miranda qu’ils se dirigèrent vers la soute ouverte dont la porte basculante servait également de rampe d’accès.

Le capitaine Nolan était en pleine discussion avec un de ses hommes, demandant combien de caisse de mangues il pouvait encore caser. Le chef des pirates devait avoir une cinquantaine d’années et une force tranquille se dégageait de lui. Une cicatrice lui zébrait la joue droite et son regard vert clair donnait froid dans le dos.

– Je vous ai envoyé pour découvrir d’où venait ce signal de détresse et vous me ramenez une femme à poil!

– C’est sa capsule qui envoyait l’appel et elle était seule. C’est une pute d’une colonie éloignée qui était à bord d’un vaisseau qui a explosé.

Nolan la regarda attentivement avant de dire.

– Une pute? Pour des mecs qui ne bandent plus depuis des années

– Non, à bord de son vaisseau, leur capitaine avait refusé le traitement contre la libido et elle avait été spécialement enrôlée pour les satisfaire.

Le chef des pirates s’était avancé pour se retrouver juste en face de la jeune femme. Lorsqu’il lui saisit un sein, elle essaya de ne pas bouger comme si cela était normal. Elle savait que sa vie allait se jouer dans les minutes à venir et essaya de ne pas montrer sa peur.

Le fait qu’elle soit également excitée par ce qui se passait n’était pas normal et lorsque l’homme se mit à lui masser son globe de chair, elle le regarda droit dans les yeux.

– Donne moi une seule raison qui ferait que je ne te tue pas, demanda-t-il

– Je suis une pute et ton équipage n’a pas de femmes pour se soulager.

Nolan parut surpris par sa réponse qui était soit courageuse soit inconsciente.

– J’ai 75 hommes d’équipage et tu te proposes d’être leur défouloir.

Miranda savait que sa réponse allait être capitale et tout en continuant à regarder l’homme qui n’avait toujours pas lâché son sein, elle lui répondit.

– C’est ce que je fais de mieux.

Le pirate fixa la jeune femme avant de lui dire d’une voix sèche.

– Généralement, lorsqu’un prisonnier me regarde droit dans les yeux, je le fais immédiatement exécuter, mais toi, je vais peut-être attendre un peu.

Miranda baissa immédiatement son regard pour ne pas avoir l’air de le provoquer. L’homme était trop dangereux pour s’amuser à l’énerver.

– Je vais voir si tu mérites de te faire baiser par mes hommes. Suces-moi.

– Hein, maintenant?

Miranda n’eut pas le temps de comprendre ce qui lui arrivait tant la gifle fut rapide. Malgré la douleur elle essaya de ne pas pleurer, comprenant qu’avec leur chef, il valait mieux qu’elle obéisse sans poser de questions.

S’agenouillant devant l’homme, elle lui ouvrit son pantalon pour en sortir un membre dont l’odeur forte ne donnait pas envie. En se rendant compte qu’il bandait déjà, elle fut fière en se rendant compte qu’elle lui faisait de l’effet et même s’il avait un sexe moins gros que celui de Maousse, il était tout de même bien fourni.

Elle n’avait jusqu’à ce jour effectué qu’une seule fellation et c’était avec ami, mais là, il fallait qu’elle se surpasse si elle voulait rester en vie.

Les hommes présents avaient fait un arc de cercle autour de leur chef pour regarder comment se débrouillait leur prisonnière. La jeune femme ne réfléchit pas et malgré la propreté douteuse du sexe du capitaine, elle le prit dans sa bouche en essayant d’en oublier l’odeur.

Ne sachant trop comment s’y prendre, elle commença des va-et-vient très lents en le pressant entre sa langue et son palais, ce qui eut l’air de plaire à l’homme. Pourtant, ce dernier finit par lui saisir la tête pour lui donner un rythme plus soutenu.

Miranda, ne voulant pas déplaire, ne résista pas et conserva la vitesse que le pirate lui imposait.

Elle crut s’étouffer lorsqu’il voulut lui faire une gorge profonde mais heureusement pour elle, il n’insista pas, trouvant du plaisir malgré tout.

Lorsqu’il éjacula dans sa bouche, elle faillit tousser lorsque les jets giclèrent sur sa luette mais après un gros effort elle put se contrôler. Elle déglutit pour avaler le sperme abondant puis comprima le gland pour en extraire jusqu’à la dernière goutte.

Ce n’était pas très bon mais elle devait tout faire pour montrer qu’elle aimait ça et ne pas s’attirer les foudres de l’homme.

Ce fut lui qui la repoussa pour libérer son sexe et, s’adressant aux deux hommes qui avaient capturé la fille, il leur ordonna.

– Emmenez-la dans la cabine du vieux Ducky, cette pute me fait trop bander et surtout ne la quittez pas des yeux, je finis ici et j’arrive.

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The hour was late and a grave mistake had been made at the desk of P. Pace, Attorney at Law.

“You understand the distinction,” the attorney said, addressing the secretary. “I asked for the tide charts of the Swan Islands, and you’ve brought me a photograph of somebody’s breasts.”

“Clearly there’s been a terrible mix-up.”

“In fact, they appear to be your breasts.”

“No,” the secretary said, removing her pyjama top. “As you can see, the shape is quite different.”

“Perhaps because you were holding your phone when you took it.”

“Fine, you’ve caught me,” the secretary said, holding up her hands and walking steadily around the attorney’s desk. Her heels fell soundlessly on the carpet. Uplifted, her breasts looked like the photograph.

The attorney’s gaze returned to her laptop screen. On it looped a series of densely whorled surface pressure charts. Within them a solitary red snake grew, writhed, halted, and then was born anew. The attorney felt a yielding wave break against her temple. She saw a crescent-breast waxing on her periphery. She sighed.

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The attorney felt lips on her ear.

“Secretaries hardly get any attention.”

Increasingly, the attorney felt her position to be unnavigable. The Kaerimasu Maru was sunk, its cargo would go uncompensated, and, unlike the pyjama bottoms descending on her periphery, neither would rise again.

“There are more interesting things in the world than boats,” the secretary said, prising the attorney’s hand from the keyboard.

“Ships,” the attorney said, “ships.” She felt her lifeless fingers contact the secretary’s skin, which was warm and soft, then stubbly, then wet.

“I don’t like them,” the secretary said, “they steal you away from me.” Stutteringly, the attorney moved her forefinger against the secretary. “I think that’s why I call them boats, to… diminish them.” With her uncaptured hand, the attorney shoved aside an obdurate tome of sticky-note-feathered maritime law and pulled the secretary close. “Silly… little… yabancı gaziantep escort boats.”

The Kaerimasu Maru no longer mattered, thought the attorney, absorbing herself instead with the secretary: smelling musk in combination with perfume and feeling welcoming flesh lap against her nose and lips, which she pressed to the secretary – who moaned as the attorney grasped her buttocks and ran her tongue across her. The secretary listed backwards from her hips: unsteady on her heels, gripping the desk, crying out. The attorney’s nails scraped goosebumps, her cheeks conducted tremors, her chin became damp. Glancing up, she saw the secretary’s breasts – quivering, nipples stiff – between them: fluttering eyelids, a lolling mouth, a nodding head. Her breasts, of course they were her breasts, thought the attorney, what a funny lie: she’d heard the camera shutter sound, the background was patently the hallway wall, and as if she wouldn’t recognise… the Kaerimasu Maru sank in Honduran waters, that was fact, but… the shape was different – Belize. If Belize, then it wasn’t descended on at all. If Belize, yabancı gaziantep escort bayan there was no ill-fated voyage from Veracruz, no balanced sea turning unexpectedly corrugated. Belize – then it would have left port a day later, which meant they knew that the hurricane had shifted before they sailed, which meant it wasn’t an act of God, it was negligence.

“It was negligence,” the attorney said, tilting her head back and finding the secretary’s desperate eyes.

“I’m so close.”

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“God, Penny.”

“No desperate cleave southwards. No nighttime spent pursued. The crew lied from the moment they were rescued.”

“And the boat lies at the bottom of the sea and within it lies my orgasm and you can come lie in bed,” the secretary said, pulling up her pyjama bottoms and kicking off her heels towards the cat tree.

“Yes, I can, I actually can. You know, you’ve been surprisingly helpful.”

“I told you I would be.”

The door closed. The sound of rapidly ascending footfalls and laughter came diminished through the photograph-tessellated wall. A tome of maritime law, which had teetered for a time on the brink of the coffee table, fell with a thud to the living room floor.

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Laurent vous narre la suite.

Je refais surface, qu’est ce qu’il m’a mis, je n’y comprends plus rien. Je comptais bien leur foutre une raclée à ses pornographes. Je ne suis pas pourri pourtant, je me retrouve là? Parterre, à poil, attaché à un pilier en fer.

Face à moi, alors que mes sens s’éveillent peu à peu, je vois ma femme.

Le choc oui! La première fois, c’est très spécial!

Voir sa femme se faire prendre directement devant vous! Voir d’autres sexes pénétrer son intimité! L’entendre gémir sous les coups de reins d’un autre! Oui, je dirais que c’est flippant!

Isabelle à genoux se met à sucer une bite. Le deuxième gars se place derrière et frotte son gland sur le sexe d’Isabelle toujours pliée en deux et suçant le sexe du premier.

Le sexe de ce type entre facilement dans le vagin de ma femme et directement commence des va et vient brutaux. Ces brusques chocs amplifient la pipe que fait Isabelle sur le premier, faisant entrer le sexe de celui ci bien profondément dans sa gorge. Pendant trois quarts d’heure, les trois hommes échangent leur place et éjaculent dans la bouche d’Isabelle qui avale une grande quantité de sperme. Elle doit encore les sucer pour qu’ils reprennent leur rigidité du début.

Le troisième homme s’allonge nue sur le tapis du studio avec une belle bite bien tendue.

On lui demande de venir s’asseoir sur lui. Obéissante, elle présente sa grotte a plaisir, au-dessus du sexe érigé, elle s’empale à fond. Au même moment, des doigts dilatent son anus sans ménagement, provoquant chez elle des râles. Sa bouche est forcée à nouveau par le sexe du premier qu’elle s’empresse aussitôt de sucer avec application. Les doigts inquisiteurs la fouillent toujours, puis cèdent la place à un gland gorgé de désir qui vient forcer l’anneau souple et détendu qui s’offre à lui.

Les trois hommes la possèdent en même temps, elle croit s’évanouir tant les sensations, ses deux seins charnus reposent sur le buste du couché, son cou généreux remonte vers l’arrière, sa bouche ouverte laisse s’échapper quelques râles et ses yeux fermés révèlent son plaisir.

Plus rien n’existe à part le fait qu’elle n’est plus qu’un corps livré encore en pâture à des mâles vigoureux, la seule chose qui compte encore, c’est de s’offrir pour le plaisir. Les coups de boutoirs des trois hommes provoquent de véritables ondes de choc, elle est secouée désormais de convulsions orgasmiques violentes! Elle est certainement incapable en ce moment de penser à autre chose, qu’à sa jouissance. C’est dans un synchronisme parfait qu’ils l’inondent de longs jets de sperme chaud, alors qu’elle est ravagée par un orgasme dévastateur.

Elle n’en peut plus, les gars changent et dans la même position, elle accueille à nouveau deux autres mecs, aussi bien montés, aussi endurants, aussi durs et longs. Elle jouit une nouvelle fois.

Renversé sur le côté maintenant, son sexe palpite, son anus boursouflé reste ouvert.

– C’est dans la boite! Vous avez été formidable, surtout toi Isabelle, ta jouissance était bien plus visible que la dernière fois. AH! Oui, nous avons un spectateur, on va le faire participer les gars!

Je vois le James approché d’Isabelle, il glisse sa main entre les cuisses de ma femme haletante, s’y active un peu, ce qui arrache quelques gémissements fatigués à celle-ci. Il retire alors sa main, la lève devant lui pour l’exposer à la lumière artificielle. Elle est luisante de mouille et de sperme mêlés.

– Voilà. C’est ta femme.

Un des participants nu s’assoit par terre, jambes étendues perpendiculairement aux miennes, il pose la tête de ma femme sur ses cuisses. Elle amène sa main à saisir sa hampe, elle fait d’elle-même les quelques centimètres qui lui manquent pour prendre son sexe en bouche. Il ne lui faut pas longtemps pour gémir un peu, elle aime cette position soumise.

Je lève les yeux, mon regard s’arrête à hauteur de sa bite, qui est dressée, fièrement. Elle est effectivement plus longue, plus épaisse que la mienne, sans commune mesure.

Les lèvres de ma femme courent sur le gros membre du gars. C’est avec délectation qu’elle prend son gland en bouche entre deux coups de langue. Elle lève ses yeux vers l’homme.

James me chuchote doucement :

Tu vois comme elle aime… C’est foutu mec, ta femme ne t’aimera plus jamais comme avant! Il paraît que la vie, c’est une compétition. Il y a des gagnants, il y a des perdants! C’est la défaite que je vois sur ton visage. Tu comprends? Il faut que t’acceptes, à présent!

Je sens sa main caresser mes cheveux. Je baisse les yeux en l’acceptant.

Mon corps est entièrement relâché. J’abandonne, devant l’évidence. J’ai beau être prisonnier, je me sens lâche, faible. Je me sens peu de choses.

La douleur irradie peu à peu mon cerveau, portant une moite chaleur monte également de mon bas-ventre.

– Tu sais, on ne peut pas être à propriétaire de la même femme. Je pense qu’il vaut mieux qu’elle appartienne un seul homme, c’est plus sain. Je crois qu’elle n’est pas assez maîtresse d’elle-même pour choisir.

– Je peux la faire jouir. Et j’ai un besoin üniversiteli gaziantep escort d’argent.

Il a raison…

– Viens ici, Isabelle chérie.

Elle se place à ma gauche, à genoux. Il la repousse gentiment, pour qu’elle bascule en arrière, les jambes écartées. Pendant qu’elle regarde nos deux sexes, je vois la chatte de la mère de mes enfants, rougi par une chevauchée terrifiante, menée par des étalons virils, s’ouvrir pour laisser s’échapper sur le carrelage un flot de sperme épais.

– Voilà! Elle aime les hommes. Tu comprends? Tiens regarde ça?

Il prend les deux genoux d’Isabelle, dans ses mains, les écarte et les soulève. L’anus de ma femme apparaît entrouvert laissant échapper un sperme brunâtre.

Il met sa main dans la chatte de ma femme, il y remue lentement les doigts. Elle ferme les yeux. Puis, il les retire, luisants de son épaisse crème. Il les place devant nos yeux à tous deux.

– Regarde!

Ils ont littéralement rempli ma femme. James lui fait faire ce qu’il veut, c’est une chienne obéissante. Moi, le mari, je suis attaché à un mètre de ma femme, en train d’admirer entre ses cuisses, le sperme des autres hommes, ce qui m’apprend ce qu’est la virilité. La leçon n’est pas finie.

– Tiens. On partage! Dit il.

Il dirige lentement ses doigts vers ma bouche entrouverte, il les lave sur ma langue. Je goûte pour la première fois du sperme, non seulement, ce n’est pas le mien, mais c’est celui des hommes qui ont baisé ma femme. Je suis humilié, car je suis devenu incapable d’agir. J’ai abandonné.

Ses phalanges vont et viennent sur ma langue, dessus, sur les côtés, dessous. Il replonge ensuite sa main dans la moule de ma femme, en retire encore une belle coulée, il revient à ma bouche. Cette fois-ci, il badigeonne mes dents. Il défait en même temps les liens qui m’enserrent les bras.

– Tiens, c’est du dentifrice, c’est pour l’haleine! Attends, il te faut une brosse à dents aussi.

Le grand James se relève. J’ai son sexe, dur, en face de moi. Je prends peur, hors, il m’attrape la tête entre ses deux mains puissantes, il enfonce d’un coup sa puissance virile au fond de ma gorge. Mes dents s’écartent seules sur son passage, ma mâchoire se distend. J’ai un haut-le-cœur.

Il a d’un coup pris possession de ma bouche vierge!

Un homme m’utilise pour glorifier sa bite?

Je ne veux pas me laisser violer, j’essaie de repousser ses hanches de mes mains, mais je me trouve impuissant, une fois encore, devant sa force. J’ai beau être musclé, cet homme est beaucoup plus fort que moi. Il commence de longs et puissants va-et-viens. Je subis sa loi en geignant de petits cris aigus, il m’étouffe à moitié.

– Allez, suce salope, suce! Quoi, t’es pas content?

Il s’arrête rapidement et se retire.

– Tu te plains? Tu te plains de quoi? J’ai fait niquer ta femme, alors suce!

Il appuie son ordre d’une grange claque cuisante et sonore. Il prend mon menton entre ses doigts, et relève mon visage vers le sien. J’essaie de reculer la tête.

– Non!

Une deuxième gifle me projette immédiatement à terre.

– Alors, c’est toi le cocu, moi, c’est James, tu es venu pour me foutre une raclée et mettre le bordel dans mon studio! C’est toi qui es là, à poil parterre. Donc, on va bien s’amuser ce soir! Je viens de faire un film pendant que je fais faire baiser ta salope de femme une nouvelle fois aujourd’hui. Je peux te dire que c’est devenue une belle chienne, on n’est pas près d’arrêter de la voir ici! – Je sais que jusque là, ta femme n’aimait pas trop que tu la lèches, alors tu vas pouvoir rattraper tout ce temps perdu et enfin te régaler de la chatte et du cul de ta pute de femme, c’est désormais tout ce à quoi tu auras encore droit venant de sa part. D’ailleurs, elle ne t’appartient plus!

Ma femme approche doucement de mon visage son sexe largement ouvert et plaque d’un coup ma bouche sur sa chatte gluante, rempli d’une épaisse mouille, très odorante, elle me dit de lécher tout le foutre de ses amants et de laver consciencieusement sa chatte et son cul, qu’elle puisse à nouveau être utilisée et défoncée comme bon lui semble. Sa chatte sent vraiment très fort, cette odeur me dégoûte, pourtant je rêve depuis tellement de temps de la lécher après l’amour.

Hors, là, c’est pas mon jus que je lèche, c’est celui des autres, je me résigne à lécher et je m’applique.

– Je suis pleine de sperme mon chéri, ça me rend vraiment heureuse d’être enfin la salope que j’ai toujours voulue être! Maintenant appliques toi en silence! Suce, lèche et lave bien ma chatte et mon cul de pute, mon cocu chéri!

Elle gémit sur ma langue.

Une fois propre de toute souillure, Isabelle se recule de mon corps.

James, me relève par les cheveux. Lui se tient les mains sur les hanches, la verge en avant, droite et fière. Moi, je tiens mes joues entre les mains, les jambes relevées, je pleure bruyamment, comme un enfant. De la morve s’écoule de mes narines, mes yeux étaient des rivières.

– Alors, tu suces? M’ordonne James, gaziantep üniversiteli escort la main bien levée, dans l’attente d’une frappe.

Je lui réponds par un petit oui de défaite. Il patiente une seconde.

– Alors, j’attends!

D’un rapide mouvement du bassin, il secoue sa puissante colonne sous mon nez. Donc, je baisse les yeux, soumis, prends doucement son sceptre dans mes deux mains, je pose mes lèvres sur son gland.

– C’est bien putain, suce salope, tu vas voir ce que c’est qu’un homme…

Il m’a battu. Humilié. Et maintenant, je le suce avec application devant les trois partenaires de ma femme souillée de leurs spermes.

J’engloutis le gland et progresse sur la hampe. Je n’arrive pas à aller très loin. Il me met la main droite sur la tête, il me dit de faire attention avec mes dents. J’ouvre au maximum les mâchoires. Je lui obéis.

Il me fait faire de petits allers retours, recule ses hanches et avance sa pine alternativement. Je sens son ventre écraser mon front. J’étouffe un peu sous son gras, cela me fait bien sentir ma soumission face à cet homme. Bientôt, il me prend la tête entre ses deux mains pour accélérer le mouvement.

Je ne dois pas me débrouiller très bien. Son sexe va de plus en plus profondément, jusqu’à pénétrer ma gorge. Je ne tiens plus en équilibre, mes mains se raccrochent à présent à ses cuisses velues et puissantes. Je ne maîtrise plus ma bouche, qu’il utilise selon son bon vouloir, des flots de salive débordent mes lèvres pour couvrir mon menton et tomber sur ma poitrine. Lui-même, sa virilité s’orne de mon humidité buccale. Je ne pourrais plus jamais me regarder dans une glace sans me rappeler cette scène.

– Mets-toi à quatre pattes chienne!

J’obéis. Je place ma tête entre ses deux imposantes cuisses, je la tourne pour placer ma langue sous ses bourses. Je rends hommage à sa capacité reproductrice également bien dotée, je goûte au goût un peu rance de ses testicules. Elles sont déjà humides de ma première fellation.

Je sens mon dos ployer sous le poids de son ventre. Mon visage s’écrase entre ses cuisses, ses couilles, il remet sa bite dans ma bouche, je m’affaisse sous son poids, mes fesses s’écartent mécaniquement, lui offrant une entrée royale vers mon petit trou qu’il commence à caresser.

Je me débats. D’abord, parce que je ne veux pas qu’on me fasse ça, ensuite, parce que j’étouffe. J’étouffe réellement. Ne parvenant plus à respirer, j’abandonne la lutte tandis que des étoiles apparaissent devant mes yeux.

Soudain, ma tête trouve de l’air. Elle vient de passer entre ses cuisses. Je prends de profondes inspirations, le corps abandonné à James.

– Tu vas voir, on est gentil. On ne va pas te faire de mal. Je veux te faire du bien. Je sais faire beaucoup de bien, tu sais. Mais je sais que ce n’est pas facile, alors je vais te trouver quelque chose à faire pour faire passer la pilule.

James remet sa grosse bite dans ma bouche en m’ordonnant de bien le sucer. Ses doigts courent autour de mon petit trou. Il le chauffe quelques minutes, puis il commence à picoter. Je m’agrippe à ses jambes.

– Tu commences à aimer, hein?

D’un grognement négatif, j’essaie de me faire comprendre, en réalité, je deviens moite et mon corps commence à remuer. Son index gratte ma corolle. Il éclate de rire lorsqu’il voit entre mes jambes complètement écartées mon anus sauter vers son doigt. J’ai envie de le recevoir.

Il y fait pénétrer une phalange, qu’il fait lentement tourner. Il prend tout son temps. Mon sexe est bouillant, je ne peux m’en occuper. A la place, je pousse des gémissements plaintifs, Bientôt, il fait entrer un doigt entier dans mon fondement. Il tourne pour élargir mes possibilités, lorsque je suis un peu assoupli, il y joint un second. Je resserre mes mâchoires sur son gourdin. Une grande claque tombe sur mes fesses. De ces deux doigts, il entreprend de me masser la prostate. Je progresse dans la jouissance.

La caresse prodiguée par les doigts de James, courant dans mon rectum, je gémis pour de bon, en continu. Un troisième vient rejoindre peu après ses deux frères.

Soudain, ses doigts arrêtent leur mouvement. Il les retire. J’ai brutalement froid, je ressens un vide profond. De la déception, aussi.

Une douleur fulgurante me traverse le cerveau. J’ai les yeux écarquillés, le souffle coupé. Ma femme se penche sur moi :

– Il en a enfoncé la moitié d’un coup. Tu dois avoir mal. Mais ne t’inquiète pas, tu aimeras. Toutes les femmes aiment.

James me caresse le dos, lentement, en me parlant doucement

– Calme, calme, détends-toi, ça va aller, on va bien m’occuper de toi, va. Continu à me sucer.

Je recommence à sucer sa bite. Après quelques instants, je commence à me détendre. Celui qui me sodomise le sent, il commence à reculer lentement sa bite, avant de me la renfoncer avec force, mais sans vivacité. Je me sens envahi.

J’ai quelque chose de chaud, vibrant et puissant qui prend possession de mon fondement.

Des mains rassurantes me retiennent gaziantep üniversiteli escort bayan par les hanches. Un homme s’occupe de moi. James me flatte la nuque, il me caresse le dos.

Il joue quelques secondes avec mes seins. Mon souffle revient. Il devient chaud et profond. Je soupire, j’aspire la bite de James en cadence avec celle qui me rentre dans les reins. Lorsqu’elle entre, je me sens rempli. Je suis bien… Lorsqu’elle se retire, je me sens vide, je veux qu’elle reprenne sa place. Mais c’est la lente caresse de sa virilité dans mon humidité qui me procure le plus de plaisir.

Je commence à sentir quelque chose au niveau des couilles. Une sorte d’électricité passagère. Soudain, dans un râle, il plonge entièrement en moi en m’attirant à lui.

Ses lourds testicules recouvrent les miens, plus modestes. Son bassin collé au mien témoigne de sa domination sur moi. Son ventre qui écrase à présent mes reins, ses jambes qui contrôlent les miennes, ses larges mains qui lui permettent de m’enfiler m’assurent de la présence d’un homme qui fait ce que tout homme doit faire, il utilise sa supériorité.

Il ressort la longueur de son sexe, la replonge avec vigueur et détermination dans mon trou béant. Est-ce lui qui m’empale, ou moi qui sers de gant à sa bite? Il accélère peu à peu le mouvement, moi, je commence à ahaner mon plaisir. J’avale encore plus la bite de James.

– Ah, putain, t’aimes ça hein? Regarde Isabelle, ton mari, comment il aime se prendre une queue dans les fesses!

Moi, je prends un tuyau dans mon cul trempé, je m’agrippe aux jambes de James en avalant au maximum sa bite tend. Le partenaire de ma femme qui m’encule, imprime sa vitesse, de plus en plus grande, c’est lui qui retient réellement mon corps de ses mains et ses bras puissants.

Un bruit de succion se fait à présent entendre, entre deux percussions, par ses couilles. Mes fesses aussi claquent. Je glisse tellement que sa verge sort plus d’une fois de son fourreau. Elle en retrouve tout aussi naturellement son chemin.

Ses mains se dérobent également, il me prend par la tignasse. Moi, je suis enculé en profondeur, je suce une bite, le visage levé, les yeux fermés. Le plaisir a fini de m’envahir, ma femme avait raison, j’aime ça.

J’aime la manière dont l’homme me chevauche. J’aime le sentir entrer, ressortir, prendre possession de moi. J’aime être soumis à son sexe, plus imposant que le mien. J’aime me faire prendre devant ma femme et les autres, voire ma virilité complètement anéantie devant celle à qui je fais si souvent l’amour.

– Ah grosse chienne! Tu l’aimes la bite, hein? T’en veux hein? T’en as plus rien à foutre de ta femme maintenant, tout ce que tu veux, c’est du sperme dans ton cul, hein salope! Tu aimes ça hein?

Je sens quelque chose monter profondément de mon ventre, toucher mon sexe avant d’atteindre à mon cerveau et d’exploser partout en même temps.

Pour la première fois de ma vie, j’ai un orgasme. Je hurle mon bonheur, mon sperme se répand sous moi. James se vide dans ma gorge, sous l’effet de mon orgasme, j’avale en aspirant son jus, mon nez dans ses poils pubien, j’aspire pour en avoir plus dans la gorge.

– AH! AH! Gros pédé! T’aimes ça la bite dans ton cul! Elle te fait jouir hein?

Je vois ma femme essoufflée prendre son pied avec un de ses partenaires et à me voir soumis au pieu d’un autre. Il accélère sa cadence, afferme son emprise sur mes cheveux et d’un coup se bloque dans mon cul.

– AAAHHFFFFF!

Son long cri de jouissance retentit dans la pièce, je sens ses longs jets de foutre crémeux repeindre mon cul à ses couleurs. Il s’enfonce avec force, il finit par se détendre. Il laisse s’échapper le mot chienne, avant de s’effondrer sur mon dos.

J’ai encore son sexe épais planté dans le cul, je suis en nage.

James se relève en s’appuyant sur ma tête. Il garde les doigts agrippés dans mes cheveux pour me relever également.

– Alors c’est ça, le mec qui voulait me défoncer tout à l’heure? C’est bien un pédé ça, trois claques et ça ferme sa grande gueule, ça baisse les yeux. Et t’as trouvé une bite, quand t’as baissé les yeux, hein? T’as vu, la mienne, c’est une vraie. Ah, mais en fait, c’est ça? T’es pas jaloux parce que ta femme te trompe? T’es jaloux parce que tu voulais y goûter toi aussi? Ah c’est bon les grosses bites hein? Tu en veux une autre dans ton cul, hein, maintenant? – Alors, c’est qui l’homme? Et toi, t’es quoi? Hein? Allez, dis-le?

– Je suis une gonzesse!

– Non, t’es une PUTE!

Je n’en peux plus. Je suis humilié comme jamais, il m’a battu, pris ma femme, mon honneur, à présent, il veut faire de moi une femme. Mon anus s’ouvre et se ferme tour à tour. Il est devenu vivant. Il a envie qu’un sexe coulisse dans mon trou humide.

Ma femme qui a fini de jouir, se dégage alors que son partenaire, qui n’a pas joui, dirige vers moi, toujours à genoux, son sexe fraîchement sorti des fesses de ma femme, il me lance :

– Tète-moi!

Toujours aussi rigide, sa bite force autoritairement mes lèvres. Avec application, ma bouche se fait ronde autour de lui. Malgré l’endroit d’où il vient, il n’est pas propre, le goût me rappelle qu’il a visité les entrailles d’Isabelle. Il ne tarde pas à me remplir la gorge de son sperme qui a un goût plus fort que ce que j’avais cru en m’occupant de la chatte de ma femme. Il y a aussi une forte odeur de cul, et un goût que je suppose provenir de sa merde. Je le nettoie. De la bave s’échappe de ma bouche. Son sexe doit être bien propre à présent.

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