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This was written for my Little Slut.

She is a respectable married woman who has become my groupie, my worshiper.

I make her happy by making her my slut.

She makes me happy by being my slut.

Isn’t life simple?

I know that both she and my slut wife will be masturbating as they read this.

Perhaps you will be, too, eh?

;>;;

I don’t really know why, but the idea of seeing my wife having her brains fucked out by her black cock fucker really excites me.

The number of times I have wanked so hard thinking of that scene and cumming imagining her desperately rubbing off that black cock into her face so as to be able to taste and swallow his spunk…

Anyway.

This is the scene I imagine for us, Little Slut:

A motel room with two big beds. You and my slut wife and me (blindfolded) all naked as you two do things to me. She has beautiful big sensual tits. My cock and balls buried between those four wonders. Rubbing your tits and your slimey cunts all over me, never knowing what sensation I was going to feel next, what I would find to suck at pressing against my mouth.. a pussy, a mouth, tits, an asshole, a tongue…

And then there is a knock at the door. I remove kadirli escort my blindfold and Big Black Cock comes in.

My horny wife goes over and starts kissing him and un-zipping his flies as he roughly fondles her big tits and starts sucking at her nipples.

She soon has his cock out and is slurping at it as we watch. It makes you so fucking horny that you just swallow my cock whole, moaning around it as I push fingers in and out of your very slutty, juicy cunt.

He is soon naked and my wife is still between his legs and it sounds like she is cumming. I tell my little, married, fuck-groupie to go join her in the munching and the slurping and I can see in your lust filled eyes that you just can’t wait. So I watch as you get your taste of your first forbidden black dick and I see you are enjoying it.

After a few minutes I tell my fuck-slut to come back and to slide onto my rampant erection and to watch as the black cock pushes between my wife’s spread legs and to see how it pounds into her. Look how she cums, wrapping herself around him!

This has you grinding your pussy into me, rubbing your clit against the base of my cock. You are facing my feet and I can see your puckered arsehole. kapaklı escort I am fingering around your cunt and pressing that spot between your fuck hole and your shit hole. You have made my fingers so wet that it is easy to just push one right into your anus and fuck it. I feel you cumming for about a minute, your cunt spasming around my thick cock.

He has now turned my slut wife over and is pounding into her from behind and she is screaming. As he pulls out of her his spunk shoots over her ass and back.

“Go on, slut, lap it up.”

And you crawl over to lick the cream from off my wife and then suck every drop from out of his semi hard cock.

“Come back here, my cock sucking whore and finish me off.”

“Yes, my Fuck master, I want you to cum all over my face and in my mouth.”

You start rubbing at my hard cock like the depraved, married bitch on heat you are, squeezing my balls, sucking at the head, swallowing the cock then wanking it furiously, your open, drooling mouth just above it.

I can hear you muttering, “give it to me… yeah….Master I want your cum… please cum in my mouth… i want to taste and feel your delicious spunk…”

This is very good. karacabey escort But not good enough. “I want more filth!”

My black-used wife comes over and I raise my legs so that she can get oral access to my arsehole, sucking and tongue fucking it. You are now straddled over me, your cunt fucking my face as you still work on my straining cock. I can take quite a while to cum, sometimes.

BBC is now standing over us, wanking his re-hardened cock as he watches me and my cum-slut, sex-crazed whores minister to me.

As I feel a huge orgasm galloping for release I start panting in short hard breaths and you see the head becoming a deeper purple as it swells and then a huge spurt of spunk flies into your open mouth which you slip over the end of my cock as it keeps on pumping and pumping. “suck it, slut…fucking little whore… and my white slut wife..tongue my arsehole…”

And then I feel a sudden splatter of warmth as the black cock ejaculates all over us… in your hair, on my belly, on my wife’s face…

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

Well, my Little Slut, I know you are now soaking wet and are probably dripping onto the seat. Where are you going to go to relieve your slutty little married pussy? If I were there I’d do it right now with this big hard thing I have between my legs.

Of course you are going to be thinking of this all day and have to go off whenever you can to have a quick hard cum as you finger fuck yourself, imagining your Fuck Master using you.

Fucks, sucks and Big O’s Dr S Crow

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We had an early call arranged with the concierge and were up, showered and dressed in time to have breakfast before meeting Pat and Don. We got to their hotel and they were waiting in front as yesterday so we all walked south towards the Arno River and the Uffizi Museum. When we arrived there about ten minutes later, the lines were completely around the courtyard which meant at least an hour to an hour and a half wait to get in and I was glad that we had reserved our tickets in advance and didn’t have to wait at all as we entered the advance reservations door far away from the line and were admitted immediately.

We spent about three hours covering every inch of the fabulous museum moving in order from room to room until we covered all the 30 or so rooms and the famous corridor. It was interesting to find out that the entire building that houses the Uffizi originally was built as offices for the Medici’s who owned practically everything in Florence and the surrounding areas. We particularly enjoyed Pontormo’s oils as well as Da Vinci’s and many others and by the time we got through all the rooms, we were ready for a cold drink and some relaxation so we left the museum and headed for a sidewalk café in the Piazza della Signoria.

We sipped our drinks and watched the parade of tourists and locals pass by and rated them as to whether we would like to have them join us in bed or not. Don suddenly called our attention to a couple heading towards us who were absolutely gorgeous! She was a blonde, with a body made for sex….large breasts, wide hips, great legs and ass, tiny waist and the sexiest face in the world. He was tall, broad shouldered with an athletic build and strong, handsome face. As they passed our table, they glanced over at us and smiled so I motioned them to join us and they broke their hurried stride and came over to say hello.

We asked them to join us in a drink and the waiter brought over two more chairs for them and they sat down. Gina and Carlo were only in town until tomorrow morning as they flew in from Rome for the day and had been shopping all morning. Gina had a shopping bag full of things from Ungaro and they were both glad to sit down and rest a moment. We asked where they were staying and Carlo told us that he had a town house not far from where we were since he travels back and forth from Rome very often on business. They were a very personable couple and we got along beautifully with them especially since they spoke almost perfect English.

During the course of our conversation, both Don and I slipped in a few innuendos about the four of us being more than just good friends which I noticed that both of them picked up on immediately so I asked them if they would like to join us at dinner at Franco’s tonight and they accepted immediately since they knew Franco and had dined there a few times in the past. Carlo suggested that perhaps after dinner we could all go back to his place for drinks as it wasn’t far from the restaurant and, since it was getting late, we decided to head back to the hotel and get ready for dinner.

We decided to meet at Franco’s at 8:30 and paid our bill and headed back. When Doreen and I got into our room, she asked me whether I thought Gina and Carlo would be game for some sex tonight since it was Don and Pat’s last night in Florence and she was looking forward to some good sex with them. I told her that Carlo had given me some signs that they were interested in more than just having drinks after dinner and not to worry. I told her that if it turned out that they didn’t want sex, we would leave and the four of us would hop into bed for the rest of the night so she shouldn’t worry about it. We showered, rested a bit and got dressed in plenty of time to get to the restaurant in time.

When we arrived at Franco’s, he greeted us warmly with a twinkle in his eye and showed us to our table. I had phoned him from our room and told him that another couple would be joining us so he had place settings for six ready. A few minutes after we arrived, Don and Pat walked in followed by Gina and Carlo a minute or so later and Franco took our order for drinks as he renewed his acquaintance with them.

Dinner was magnificent as usual and after we finished our coffee, Carlo suggested that we go back to his place for some drinks so we paid our bill and Franco looked at me questioningly as we were leaving since he had overheard that we were going back to Carlo’s place instead of our hotel. I told him that I’d call him before he closed up and let him know where to join us later and his big broad grin returned along with a sigh of relief as he whispered to me that he was really looking forward to getting together with us tonight.

It was only a few blocks to Carlo’s place and the short walk helped digest our food. He stopped in front of a massive mahogany door and opened it with his key and we stepped into a large courtyard with fruit trees and landscaped bushes leading up to the door of the house. When he opened the house door, we walked into a very contemporary vestibule and then gürsu escort into a large, beautifully furnished library where he asked us to be seated as he and Gina opened the bar and proceeded to take our drink orders. As we walked into the library, I noticed a series of black and white photographs of a gorgeous blonde woman and when I walked up to one of them, saw it was Gina. She noticed me looking at them and smiled asking me what I thought of them. I told her that they were beautiful and that she had a gorgeous body and should show it off.

“That’s what I’ve always said” Carlo replied, “but some people are too uptight to appreciate them”

I told him that anyone that can’t appreciate beauty like that doesn’t deserve to be a friend and he fully agreed.

We were all sitting in the library sipping drinks and talking about Carlo’s business and he told us that he was in the real estate business and managed and sold properties in Rome mostly but also in Florence and Pisa. He told us that he had bought this place a few years ago from a bank at a terrific price and put quite a bit of money into renovating it to his comfort level since it had been one family’s home since the 17th Century. When we started asking him questions about his business, Gina had excused herself and by the time we finished the discussion, I was startled to see Gina walk into the room wearing nothing more than a pair of high heels.

She stood at the entrance of the room and everyone’s eyes were riveted to her. “I wanted you to see my wife’s body in the flesh as I think it is one of the world’s great masterpieces rivaling Michelangelo.” Carlo announced as Gina moved over and stood in front of Doreen and I saw my wife’s hand involuntarily reach for the absolutely perfect, uplifted breast capped by very large deep brown nipples. She looked up into Gina’s eyes and as she tweaked her nipple, she told her that she couldn’t wait to taste her. I leaned forward and brushed my nose over her shaved mound and then into her wet slit where I breathed in her heady aroma before dipping my tongue between her swollen labia. She smelled and tasted fabulous and I lifted my head to tell her how much I was going to enjoy making love to her and my wife concurred.

Gina moved on to stand in front of Don and Pat and as they touched and kissed her, Carlo undressed and came over and sat down next to Doreen. His penis was fully erect and was a gorgeous sight. It was long and very thick with a beautifully sculpted crown which invited sucking. Doreen reached out and grasped the huge organ in her hand and squealed in delight as she turned to me,

“This is some beauty honey. You’re going to love it!” and Carlo smiled at me and told me he couldn’t wait.

I got up and walked over on the other side of him and sat down and grasped the base of his thick shaft under Doreen’s hand which was stroking his shaft up to the head. The more I looked at his organ, the more I wanted it in my mouth and with an apology to Doreen, I leaned down and took the sculpted crown in my mouth and began lovingly nursing on it while my wife played with his balls and made sure his cock stayed in my mouth. Every once in a while, his cock would slip out of my mouth and I let my wife nurse on it for a while before taking it back.

I glanced over and saw Gina sitting on the arm of the couch with her legs splayed wide and both Don and Pat taking turns sucking various parts of her crotch.

“Why don’t you two take off your clothes so I can enjoy the sights as well”

he said and I lifted my head from his delicious organ and stood up as did Doreen. We peeled off our clothes as Carlo watched approvingly and when I turned to face him naked, he smiled and looked at my thick erection as he told us that it was much better now that he could appreciate us. He suggested that we all retire to the master bedroom where he has a bed that will accommodate all of us very comfortably.

We followed him upstairs to his bedroom and walked in to a very large room furnished very comfortably with couches, sofa chairs, end tables, a full stand up bar and in one corner of the room, a huge, circular bed that had to be 20 ft. in diameter. He was right. This bed could hold a small army comfortably. Gina led Don by his penis and lay down on the bed on her back offering herself to any comers. She seemed to delight in being worked on and admired and I wondered if she gave as well as she received but I guess I’d find that out later.

Carlo got up on the bed near his wife and lay down on his back so I figured he wanted to be worked on also so I motioned Doreen to start kissing him while I worked on his crotch. She made me promise not to be too long as she couldn’t wait to have him in her mouth so I got comfortable between his outstretched thighs and began by licking and sucking his tight balls before I worked my way up to the base of his thickness. I licked and kissed the shaft all around and slowly worked my mouth up to the irresistible crown. I took his sweet cock head between my lips hendek escort and nursed on it as I played with his balls and slipped a wet finger in his anus to his cries and gasps of pleasure. Doreen was sucking his nipples between bouts of soul kissing and I tapped her and asked if she would like to taste something really delicious.

He had started oozing precum and I found it like nectar and wanted my wife to enjoy it also since she claimed to be a connoisseur of precum. She didn’t hesitate a second and was nursing on his cockhead immediately along with murmurs of pleasure as she tasted his nectar. I let her feed on his juices for a few minutes as I played with her slit and pinched her erect clitoris. Carlo was looking at me with a distant look in his eyes as Doreen worked her magic mouth over his organ and I told him that I was going back to sucking him again in a few moments as I just wanted my wife to taste him also. He smiled and told me that either one of us is great and either one would satisfy him but then he sat up and said that he too wanted something nice to suck on and do I have any suggestions? I asked Doreen if she minded if we sucked each other a while and she told us to go right ahead as she noticed something interesting over there and moved over to run her fingers in the crack of Gina’s ass and into her puckered anus.

I lay down and rested my head on Carlo’s thigh as he did the same and the two of us gazed at our thick, throbbing erections. I leaned forward and took the gorgeous crown between my lips and resumed my nursing. He really was delicious and I concentrated on making him cum so that I could taste his juices and feed him mine. I was moving up and down on the thick penis and running my tongue over the head as I sucked him when suddenly he gasped and I felt his cock expand as it started spurting hot cum onto my waiting tongue.

As the first spurt shot into my mouth, my penis exploded also and began shooting ropes of cum into his hungry mouth and both of us moaned in ecstasy as we unloaded the contents of our balls into each other’s mouth. I found him absolutely delicious and couldn’t wait for him to feed me more and it seemed he felt the same about me as he was gasping and moaning and sucking deeply on my penis also. I rested my head on his thigh while holding his organ in my mouth and I felt it slowly receding and getting smaller. I thought about how much I would love to suck him hard again but knew that my wife wanted more of him so I got up and saw that Doreen had her head in Gina’s ass crack and was sliding her tongue in and out of the tight anus as Gina rode Don’s thickness and Pat sucked her nipples and soul kissed her.

I went over to my wife and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy as she licked Gina and whispered that I had just sucked the cum out of Carlo’s balls and if she wanted to try and get him hard again, he was available. She looked at me with glazed eyes and told me that she was busy at the moment but would be there as soon as she finished so I moved up in front of Gina, who was crouched low as she rode Don’s erection, and straddled his head and offered the crown of my flaccid penis to her to suck on as she fucked him. I felt Don’s mouth cover my balls as they hung down and brushed his lips and then Gina took my penis in her mouth and began to suck it as she ran her tongue all around it.

I watched as Carlo made himself comfortable between Doreen’s legs and started licking and sucking her crotch while she continued to worship Gina’s ass crack and anus. Every once in a while, Don’s cock would slip out of Gina’s hole and my wife would suck feverishly on it before guiding it back into her hole with her mouth and then go back to licking her ass. Gina was good and knew just how to get a rise out of me as my penis started filling with blood soon after she began sucking it and she pulled her mouth from my slowly rising erection to tell me that she absolutely loved feeling my cock get hard in her mouth and then went right back to sucking it.

Pat was playing with Gina’s nipple while she jilled herself and when she saw Carlo eating Doreen and saw his thick but soft penis lying on his thigh, she dropped down and started licking and sucking his softness as if her life depended upon it. Then I heard Gina’s muffled cry as she bore down on Don’s penis and went into orgasm while sucking deeply on my cock and moaning constantly. After she calmed down, Doreen lifted her face from her ass crack and saw Pat sucking feverishly on Carlo’s organ so she held Carlo’s head to her cunt as she got down and buried her head between Pat’s outstretched thighs and the three of them formed a suck circle.

Then I heard Don moan as he sucked my balls and I watched him lift his hips and drive his organ deeper inside Gina as he pumped his hot cum into her which made her cry out and have a mini orgasm again. As Gina let my erection slip from her mouth as she collapsed on top of Don, I suddenly remembered Franco and was relieved to see that it was just before closing time ilkadım escort so I picked up the phone and let him know where we were. He told me that he would be over in a few minutes since the restaurant was empty and I gave him the address. I told Gina that Franco would be joining us and she smiled and said that another cock would always be welcome in their house so not to worry.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up and when I returned I sat back alongside Gina and Don and watched my wife, Carlo and Pat mixing it up. This time, Doreen was sucking Carlo while Pat was busy in her crotch and Carlo had his head between Pat’s gorgeous thighs. Gina was holding my cock in one hand and Don’s in the other as we watched them.

“I always get very horny watching Carlo having sex with another guy or gal”

she told us and just then the downstairs bell rang and she got up to check the screen and see who was there.

“It’s Franco” she said as she slipped on a robe and went downstairs to let him in.

A few minutes later, she came back in with a smiling Franco and told him that he was much too overdressed for the occasion. He immediately removed his clothes as Gina removed her robe and rejoined us in bed and I noticed that her eyes were fastened on his beautiful penis and balls as he approached the bed. He took in the complete scene immediately and saw that Carlo was in the middle of a session with the two gals and that Gina, Don and I were sitting back resting and watching them. He also saw that Don was soft and that my penis was rock hard and standing straight up so he approached me and asked if I minded if he had some desert.

“You know that you never have to ask a thing like that!” I told him

and he got down between my legs and proceeded to lick my thickness from the base up to the head as Gina commented on his technique and asked him if he minded if she joined him and shared what looked like a delicious desert. The two of them passed my organ back and forth between them as I watched my wife lower her wet cunt onto Carlo’s gorgeous penis and sink down with a sigh of satisfaction as she took him inside her. Pat had straddled his head and was feeding him various parts of her crotch to suck as Doreen rode his shaft and both gals were playing with each other’s breasts as they both lost themselves in the pleasures of sex.

Don’s cock slowly got hard again as he watched all the action going on around him and I watched him get up and move over behind Gina and slip his penis into her wet pussy and stroke in and out for a few minutes before withdrawing it and moving over behind Franco and pushing his cockhead into the tight asshole as Franco groaned in pleasure while sucking my penis. Then, after a few minutes of this, Don withdrew and moved over to Gina again and this time slipped his organ inside her asshole and started moving it back and forth as she started gasping and telling him how much she loves having a cock in her ass. He continued fucking her ass for a while and then moved over and put his organ inside Franco again and kept going back and forth between them as they continued sharing my penis.

I watched my wife go into a beautiful shuddering orgasm as she rode Carlo’s thick penis and then saw Pat’s eyes roll back in her head as she wet his face with her juices. Both of them rolled off him after they came back down to earth and when I saw his magnificent erection swaying above him with no one taking care of it, I let Don continue fucking both of them and moved over and wrapped my lips around his beautiful penis. He tasted fantastic as he had Doreen’s juices all over his shaft plus his precum which was oozing out of his slit and I was in heaven as I sucked him. I never even noticed that he had swung around and was sucking my cock also until I felt his warm, talented mouth cover my organ and the two of us went off to another world together.

I was riding a terrific high and could have stayed up there forever except that the next thing I knew, my cock was pumping hot cum down his throat and I was lost in ecstasy. Then I felt his penis expand and begin spurting cum into my mouth which I hungrily swallowed and sucked deeply on his shaft to capture each delicious load as he fed it to me. When the last of our spasms ended, we rolled over on our backs to applause by Gina and Doreen who had been fingering each other as they watched us. Then Don told us that they had to leave as their flight was early in the morning and they had to pack before they went to sleep.

As they got dressed, we told them that we would call them as soon as we got back home and get together again there. They said their goodbyes to everyone and Franco told them that he was seriously going to think about opening a restaurant in New York and would keep in touch with us by telephone. Carlo told them that he and Gina travel to New York a couple of times a year and told them that he would let us know when they plan on a visit. Doreen and I saw them to the door and they told us that they had considered changing their plans and staying with us in Florence but the logistics of changing all their reservations was just too much. They told us they would be thinking about the five of us getting together while they were gone and wishing they were there also and we told them that we would make up for it as soon as we got home.

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Part One – Christy

I pulled into the driveway shortly after 1, having come straight over after leaving the office. When I called earlier, I told Jenny that her son had left his jacket at my house the other day, and I wanted to drop it off before it got lost in the laundry chaos created by my two monsters. Jenny said that she was working from home today, and that I should stop by after I left work and we could catch up. She’d been working out of town for the last several weeks, and we hadn’t had much time to chat. Since I was taking a half-day at work, we would have most of the afternoon before Jason got home. Marc had gone with our boys and Jenny’s son on a Scout camp-out, so they wouldn’t be home for two more days.

Jason and Jenny have been good friends to Marc and I for more than 10 years, but after our last vacation, I was confused and a little scared. True, Jason and I had only gotten together that one time [“gotten together”- what a bloodless euphemism! Admit it to yourself, Christy – you had SEX! You fucked him, you screwed around, you made the Beast with Two Backs, and you LOVED IT! My inner voice can be such a bitch.] True, Jason and I had only had sex [great sex! mind-blowing sex! – Yeah, alright, I got it! Now pipe down!] the one time, but I wanted more, but I didn’t want to ruin the relationship I had with Jenny. So we had stayed away from them, for the most part, but I missed them, and the jacket was a good excuse to see how things would go.

I parked the car in the driveway and walked in the front door. Jason and Jenny were that kind of people, warm and welcoming, a place where the door was always open – most times, literally. I didn’t see Jenny in the great room or the kitchen, so I called out to let her know I was in the house.

“In the bedroom – come on back!” she said, and I made my way across the great room to the bedroom hallway.

As I walked into the bedroom, Jenny walked out of the closet, wearing a short red satin robe, and apparently, nothing else. Her legs and feet were bare, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail.

“Sorry about that. I was working and lost track of time. I was just getting ready to go downstairs to do a yoga workout and had forgotten when you said you’d be here.”

“You do yoga in a robe?” I asked, more than a little amused.

“No, when I’m home by myself, I do yoga naked. I find it more relaxing, there are no workout clothes to launder, and I find those stretchy yoga pants a little silly,” Jenny explained.

“I see. So, when I came in…”

“Yup – bare-ass naked!” Jenny confirmed. “This was the first thing I found to throw on, since I wasn’t sure who it was.”

“Well, that makes sense. I’ll get out of your way and you can get on with the naked yoga.”

“Oh, no, don’t leave! We haven’t talked in an age, and I was looking forward to the afternoon. I even bought extra wine! I’ll just go get changed.” Jenny turned to go back to the closet, and then stopped and turned back. “Or, you could join me. It’s a lot more fun to bitch about the instructor with someone else.”

“I don’t have any workout clothes with me,” I demurred. I had done yoga before, and it could be a great workout, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for naked yoga with someone else.

“Don’t worry about it. You can join the naked yoga!” She waited, letting me mull it over.

And there it was. I was torn, because after the cruise, I couldn’t the image of Jenny sunbathing nude out of my mind. It kept coming back to me, and I kept fantasizing what it would be like to do more than see her naked again. Now, I had the chance, but I didn’t know if I could go through it. True, it might be a bit embarrassing, but after all, I didn’t know when I would get another chance. What the hell! I took a deep breath and said, “OK, I’ll join you.”

“Great! Let me get you a robe. Even I don’t like wandering around the house naked … too often.” She disappeared into the closet, returning with a robe identical to hers, but in a light rose color. “While you get ready, I’ll go make sure the doors are locked. I’d hate to have one of the neighbor kids wander in, or the UPS man… well ,the UPS man might be OK – he’s kind of cute.” She disappeared down the hall, and I heard her checking the doors to make sure they were locked. I quickly got out of the business suit I has worn that day, leaving it on the cedar chest with my underwear underneath it. It’s not that I was embarrassed, precisely, but I hadn’t worn the good stuff that day, and a girl likes to keep up appearances. I was belting the robe when Jenny returned.

“All ready,” she announced. “Shall we?” I nodded and we turned to leave the bedroom. On the way, I caught sight of myself in the mirror on the closet door. Jenny’s robe fell to mid-thigh on her, alluring, concealing and yet suggestive of a bubbling sexuality ready to burst forth. I’m about seven inches taller than Jenny, and more curvy than Jenny’s willowy petite frame, so on me, the robe nothing inegöl escort less than scandalous. It barely covered the cheeks of my ass, and when I walked, the front split open and displayed the goods to everyone in the room, and my boobs were spilling out above the belt no matter how I tried to keep the robe together.

“Oh, my, God! I look like a harlot in a frontier bordello!” I exclaimed, shocked and excited by my brazen appearance at the same time.

“Yep, that’s the look I was going for! Don’t worry, it’s just us girls. And between you and me, I kinda like it!” She giggled and turned, heading down the hall toward the stairs and workout room in the basement. I followed, moving cautiously to avoid having the wind blow through my hair, if you know what I mean.

We headed downstairs and into the workout room. Over the years, the room had changed from mostly free weights to a treadmill and elliptical to now a yoga studio. There were soft fabrics over the walls, candles, incense, and an LCD tv and DVD player with an array of workout discs. Jenny perused the discs until she found the one she wanted and put it in. After a few moments, it was ready to go and she selected a workout and started it. Then, without any further notice, she slipped off her robe and tossed it onto a nearby bench. She turned and looked at me.

I was startled for moment, but looked her in the eye as I undid my own robe. I slipped it off and added it to the bench. As I did, I ran my eyes down her body, taking in her smooth skin, firm breasts and well-toned legs. I took a deep breath and looked up to find Jenny looking at me with a small, impish smile on her face, obviously having just completed the same review of me. “Excellent!” she chirped. “Are we ready?” I nodded and we took positions on the padded floor, following the lead of the instructor. Jenny was in front of me, and slightly to my left, so that when we looked toward the screen, I had to look past Jenny to see the screen, which meant that I was staring at her ass most of the time, with occasional glimpses of her small perky tits. I tried to concentrate on the poses, but I kept thinking about the sight of Jenny in front of me, completely nude and unself-conscious about it.

As we worked out, I kept watching Jenny as she stretched, bent and twisted with the instructor. Some of the poses, when done naked, are downright erotic. At one point, we moved into the Downward Dog position, where you put your hands on the ground, bending at the waist while keeping your legs spread apart and knees straight. As I looked up, I could Jenny’s entire crotch, from the tight pucker of her ass to her glistening slit and the pink flesh within it. I forgot about the yoga and just watched when Jenny flexed her muscles, causing her ass to flex and the muscles there to ripple slightly.

As I watched, I began to get, well,… excited. I’m not gay, and I thoroughly enjoy sex with men, and I’ve never tried the bisexual thing, but seeing Jenny like that made me wonder if I wasn’t missing out on something. I knew Jenny worked hard to keep in shape, and with her small frame and petite figure, I knew it must be difficult. But she was simply stunning, especially given that she was over 40 and a wife and mother, as well as a busy executive. Her breasts were small, but proud and firm, with dark, prominent nipples, and her waist and hips were perfectly proportioned to her frame. As we went through the poses, I would spend more time watching her than the instructor, envying her shapely butt and toned thighs. I only wished I looked that good!

But what amazed me the most was the fact that she was shaved, you know, down there. I kept myself trimmed, so that I wouldn’t embarrass myself during swimsuit season, but I had never gone completely hairless. As we moved through the poses, from downward dog to table to caterpillar, cobra, and others, I watched Jenny, occasionally seeing her lips peeking out from her hairless slit, and I just couldn’t concentrate on the poses. I kept imagining that hairless slit being split open by Jason’s big cock, Jenny moaning and writhing with pleasure as I had, or his face buried between her thighs, licking and nuzzling the smooth skin. The more I tried to get that image out of my mind, the more I focused on the fantasy images, and I kept getting more and more breathless, for reasons that had nothing to do with the exercise.

Finally, the instructor concluded the session, and we arose from the mat and grabbed some towels from the bench, along with our robes. “Feel like a shower?” Jenny asked. I readily agreed, and we headed upstairs, not bothering with the robes anymore. I watched the sweat glistening on her skin as I followed her up the stairs, her ass moving back and forth, my mind racing.

When we got back to the bedroom, I started to put on my robe so that Jenny could have first crack at the shower when she said, “Don’t worry about it – the shower has two separate shower heads, ipekyolu escort so no one has to wait. Come on.” We passed into the bathroom, and Jenny turned on the taps then began assembling towels and washcloths for us, as well as soap, shampoo, conditioner, and the rest of the various bottles we would need for the shower. We stepped into the shower and began to rinse off the sweat from our exercises.

We scrubbed, shampooed, loofahed and generally clowned around in the shower for a few minutes, relaxing after the workout. At one point, she turned her back, looked over her shoulder and asked if I would do her back. I grabbed a washcloth, put some body wash on it, and moved it over her back in slow circles. I started at her shoulders before moving down her back and carefully scrubbing the small of her back. I worked the muscles beneath the skin as I went, adding a gentle massage to the washing. She “ummm-ed” deep in her throat, writhing slightly in enjoyment of the touch. When she didn’t seem to want me to stop, I continued down to run the washcloth over the cheeks of her ass, cupping each with my hand as I scrubbed, still massaging gently as I went. I ran the cloth gently between her cheeks, and she shuddered and moaned a bit louder as I did.

When I finished, she straightened, turned to me and indicated that I should turn around. When I did, she began to wash me.

It was an incredibly sensual experience. She moved slowly, running the soft cloth around my neck before working her way down my back, reaching around to brush the sides of my tits before continuing down my back, over my thighs and then back up to my butt. She caressed each cheek carefully, taking her time and covering every square millimeter from hip to hip. As she began to run the soapy cloth between my asscheeks, I bent forward a bit, leaning against the wall of the shower and spreading my legs. She carefully cleaned me, running her hand gently over my butthole and reaching forward to brush ever so gently over my pussy. I sighed and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations of the soft cloth, Jenny’s hands on my skin and the warm water running over me.

We eventually separated, and be both acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. We rinsed off the soapy residue, made sure the shampoo was out of our hair, finishing up as the water began to lose its heat. When we were ready to get out, Jenny attended to one last task, shaving the stubble she found between her legs. I watched, fascinated, while she quickly trimmed her pubic hair. She saw me watching her as she turned off the water, and quirked her eyebrow at me.

“How long have you shaved?” I asked.

“A couple of years now,” she replied, putting the razor down. We grabbed towels and stepped out of the warm shower. “I let it grow back for the cruise, but I discovered I missed it, so I kept shaving.”

“Doesn’t it itch?”

“No, not if you shave regularly. I generally do it every day, or every other day at the least. Any longer than that, and it can get itchy, which can be embarrassing in public,” she explained. “Also, I use lotion on it after I shave, which keeps the skin nice and soft.”

“I’ll bet! Does Jason like it?” I asked, with a bit of a leer.

“Oh my God, yes! The first time he saw me shaved, he was like a kid in a candy store! He must have eaten me five times that night. I remember waking up around 3 am to find him between my legs, licking away. I was worn out!” she explained, blushing slightly. She noticed that I was breathing a little heavy by this point, thinking about the night she had described. “Have you ever shaved?”

“No, I never have. I’ve always been scared I would cut myself. I’ve always wondered what it would be like, though,” I mused, half to myself.

“I did it because I lost a bet, but I decided I liked it. You should try it!” She said this as she was applying lotion to her pubic mound, rubbing it in the skin above her pussy. Were her lips a little swollen? It almost looked like she was getting excited talking about it. “I know – I’ll help you! I’ll show you how to do it so you don’t cut yourself, and you can see how Marc likes it.” She smiled brightly and began gathering supplies.

“I don’t know – I don’t think…” She stopped me there, taking me by the hand and leading me into the bedroom, turning me so that I sat on the edge of the bed. She spread a towel and had me move to sit on it. She moved so that she was standing between my legs, holding them open.

“No excuses! You’ll love it, trust me!” She knelt down, and taking up a small scissors, began snipping the longer hairs. Once she had completed that, she reached for some shaving cream. She was busy concentrating on her task, her head close to my thighs. I could feel her hot breath on my legs, her hands spreading my thighs open so she could finish her task, her fingers manipulating the skin to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. She applied the shaving cream iskenderun escort to the stubble, then picked up the razor.

She talked to me the whole time, explaining what she was doing, and how she was doing it, so that I would be able to repeat the process myself in the future. I watched, fascinated, while she shaved me, and getting more and more turned on as she did. I could only hope she couldn’t tell I was as excited as I was. She finished with the razor, then took a small towel and cleaned up the remaining shaving cream on my now bald pussy.

I looked down to see what the result was. “Oh, my God! I look like I’m twelve again.”

“Pretty nice tits for twelve year old,” Jenny commented as she grabbed the lotion. “Here, this will help keep the skin soft.” She picked up the lotion and applied some to her hand, then began rubbing it on my smooth skin. I leaned back on my elbows, my legs spread wide, enjoying the feel of her hand on my skin and the warmth of her touch. I must have closed my eyes, because I didn’t see her move up to sit on the bed next to me, her hand never leaving my pussy. She continued to rub, but now her fingers were running inside my slit, collecting the moisture there and spreading it around my sex, her fingers flicking my clit with every pass. I must have moaned, because Jenny leaned close to me, saying in a breathless sigh, “I thought you would like this.”

“I…I…oh…I…we…but…uhhh, oh god,” I stammered, trying to tell her that we shouldn’t doing this, that I wasn’t like that. I think she could tell from the reactions of my body that, in fact, I was like that, and I wanted her to continue. Oh, God, did I want her to continue! I looked up at her and moaned as her fingers focussed on my clit and her lips descended to meet mine. We kissed, and I put my arms around her, pulling her close to me as we fell back onto the bed. Our tongues met, probing each other with an increasing passion as her fingers drove me on. I moved my hands over her back, reaching down to cup the cheeks of her ass with one hand while the other sought out her breasts and hard nipples. Meanwhile, my orgasm was building when Jenny suddenly withdrew her hand, resting it on my thigh.

“Ohhh, don’t stop…Why did you stop?” I moaned in despair, aching to have her fingers finish me. “Did I do something wrong?”

She smiled, and kissing me on the tip of my chin, said, “Don’t worry, I’m not done. Scoot around on the bed.” I moved as she indicated, laying on the bed with a small pillow under my head. She reached over and tossed the towel I had been sitting on onto the floor, then moved on top of me, laying between my legs so that we could kiss again. I took her head in my hands and drew her face down to mine, kissing her face all over before once again meeting her questing lips and tongue.

We kissed for a few minutes, then she began sliding down my body, kissing my neck and shoulders as she did, before moving on to my breasts. She took each breast into her mouth in turn, sucking and nipping at the nipples, drawing small cries and moans from me as she did. I used my hands to caress her as I could, glorying in the sensations she was drawing out of my shuddering body. She lifted her head, looked up at me and smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. You have beautiful boobs, and I have wanted to see and taste these for … well, a while now.” As she said that, she reached up and took a breast in each hand, giving them a squeeze as she kissed between them, then continuing her way down my torso.

She kissed my stomach, lightly nipping and licking at the skin as she worked her way down. After a maddeningly long time, she finally began to kiss my hairless mound, licking the sides of my pussy before dipping her tongue into my slit and feasting on my tender flesh.

I’ve always enjoyed oral sex, and I’ve been blessed by having partners who knew their way around a clitoris, so I’ve never had reason to complain about the service I received. But this… this was…different. I don’t know whether it was the fact that I was now shaved, or that I had been wanting this for longer than I wanted to admit to myself, or that it was another woman who was giving it to me, but the pleasure Jenny gave me was simply exquisite. The sensations felt more intense, the highs higher, the contractions stronger that with any other orgasm I have ever had, before or since. Jenny drove me over the top, my orgasm crashing down on me. I cried out, incoherent noises and moans mounting to a scream as I came. I must have clenched my legs around Jenny’s head while I came, because as I came down from the orgasmic high, she gently pried my legs apart then moved to lie next to me, one arm under my head and one hand resting on my still-quivering stomach.

I cuddled instinctively against her, sharing our warmth and enjoying the physical closeness with another person. I’ve heard people say that for women, the physical closeness was the most important factor of sex, but I’ve never felt that way, especially not after an orgasm like that! Still, I did enjoy the closeness and the contact, and this was very nice.

“Wow,” I purred. “That was …. wow.”

“It looked like you enjoyed it,” Jenny said brightly. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, too.”

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After that fateful night at Richard’s private glory hole, our lives settled down. It was back to work and taking care of the family. Whenever we were at one of our kid’s soccer games, I couldn’t help but wonder what the other parents would think if they knew Michelle got gang banged a week earlier. I knew the other dad’s loved her 36Cc tits by the way they followed her with their eyes. The other PTA moms thought my wife was a conservative banker but they would never know what a whore she was when she let loose. At family gatherings, I would look over at her 5’10” frame and imagine her when she had dick after dick in her ass, mouth or cunt. Her family would be appalled if they knew what she had done.

It took a few weeks to find out the consequences of the cat being out of the proverbial bag. One Monday evening, after Michelle got home from work, she told me that she had run into Roger, the V.P. of the bank where she worked, in the elevator and said that we should get together sometime. She was so excited at the opportunity to socialize with one of the top people in the company. She told him we would be happy to but he insisted that she talk to me first to make sure it was OK. I had no idea how I was going to tell her, so I waited until the kids were sound asleep before I broke the bad news to her.

I handed her a drink. She refused at first but I told her, “No, you are going to need it.”

She hesitantly took it and sat down with a worried look on her face.

“Michelle, I have to tell you something and you aren’t going to be happy.”

She looked at me curiously and asked, “What’s the matter honey?”

“Well, that night we went to the glory hole at Richard’s with Brad, well, Roger was there too. We even chatted for a few minutes.”

She glared at me with her mouth open, not knowing what to say but managed to utter, “You’re shitting me right?” She stared at me, hoping it was only a bad joke.

“It gets worse Michelle. He recognized me at your work party a few weeks ago and he knows that you were one of the women there.”

She was frantic, “What the fuck am I going to do now? My career is ruined.” Tears started flowing down her cheeks. She kept repeating, “What the fuck am I going to do? How do I explain this? I’m done, finished.”

I went on, “Well, that’s not all.”

She looked at me, tears rolling down her cheeks, “How the fuck can there be more?”

You know the guy that wanted the private session with you, welllll…”

Her eyes widened. “That was Roger? Holy shit. I gave him a blow job, fucked him and he fucked my ass. Holy shit. I’m going to have to quit. I can never face him again.”

She was scared, pissed off and confused. She was pacing in the living room trying to think of what to do. She was screaming at me, blaming all of this on me and my perverted mind. To be honest, I blamed myself too. I felt horrible.

I had a couple of hours to think about this after my wife first informed me of the invitation and I offered a suggestion, “It might not be as bad as you think.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that Ken? My career is over. Are you some kind of asshole or what?”

I tried to calm her down. “Well, Roger is married so he has something to lose too if this ever gets out.” I continued, “Michelle, this is an invitation for you to fuck him again. You both said how much you enjoyed each other that night.”

My wife just glared at me, “My boss knows that I’ve fucked and sucked twenty guys in one night and your solution is to fuck him again?” Are you out of your ever loving mind?”

“Think about it Michelle. You both have a secret to keep. I’m not saying you should do anything with him, but I’m pretty sure that’s what’s on his mind.”

“I don’t know Ken. You are probably right but this was my worst fear, someone I know finding out what I did.”

“Don’t panic, everyone had a good time. He can’t go around telling anyone either. You have as much on him as he does on you. He’s probably worth millions so he probably has more to lose if his wife finds out. Maybe you should talk to him and see what he has to say.”

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I? I have to face him sooner or later.”

Michelle didn’t get much sleep that night and neither did I. My wife’s career might be jeopardy and by extension, so might our marriage. Over breakfast she told me she was going to talk to Roger that day. It’s not a conversation she ever thought she would have but she had to clear the air.

I was so nervous all day, fearing the worst; that word would spread throughout the company what a slut my wife had become and she would be forced to resign out of sheer embarrassment. Our sexual escapades would drive us into bankruptcy and end our marriage. I felt horrible.

Michelle called me just before lunch. My heart was racing waiting for her to tell me what happened. This is what she told me, “Well, I talked to Roger late this morning. He told me that our secret was safe with him, that he would never reveal what we had done to anyone; his lips were sealed. He would prefer gaziemir escort that no one knew about it either. He doesn’t tell anyone at work about Richard’s place because people have big mouths. He also wants to be discreet.”

I was so relieved. This just might work out after all.

She continued, “He told me the invitation to get together again was a way to break the ice on him knowing I was one of the women that night. He preferred that you tell me he knew. At first, I wanted to die, but he reminded me that evening I had told him I enjoyed being with him also. You were right, this was simply seeing if we could get together again sometime. If I refused, it would have no effect on my employment. Everyone in upper management loves my work ethic and production and he said I had a long, promising career at the bank. He would completely understand if I didn’t feel comfortable with another rendezvous.”

What we thought was the worst day of our lives certainly was looking much better. “What did you tell him?”

“I told him I would have to talk to you but we can discuss it later.”

She then told me she had to go. My mind was racing at the possibilities. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to mix work and pleasure but we had already, unknowingly, crossed that line. She enjoyed being fucked by Roger and he certainly enjoyed her too. I was anxious to talk this over with Michelle. We had to wait until the kids were in bed and then we both got a drink before we continued our earlier discussion.

I asked my wife how she felt about getting together with Roger again and she told me she had mixed feelings. He was a skillful lover who knew how to please a woman but she wasn’t sure that continuing a sexual relationship with her boss was a good idea. She went on to say that after what we’ve already done with my friends and at Richard’s that evening, that spending an evening with Roger wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t anything more than them both enjoying sex with each other and she was leaning towards agreeing to it. I told her I was fine with whatever she decided. I’ve enjoyed our kinky experimentations but this was her call.

Michelle then stunned when she said, “Before you agree to anything, there’s more.”

I was a little confused. What else could there be? “What’s that?”

“Well, um, Roger was wondering if he could spend an evening with me…alone.” She couldn’t even look me in the eye. Michelle knew how much I enjoyed watching her in action.

I was shocked. I had always been there to watch as my wife fucked other men but this was a twist I hadn’t thought about. “Wow, I don’t know about that. How do you feel about it?”

“I have mixed feelings about this too Ken. I don’t want to do anything that would make you feel jealous or ruin our marriage but I’ve done so much over the past year and a half, this would be kind of mild in comparison and you’ve already seen me with him before.”

She had a point, but I had some concerns. It was obvious she wanted to be alone with him too. “Let me think about this. It’s not like we have to make a decision right now.”

Over the next few days, every spare moment was consumed by the thought of Michelle fucking Roger without me watching. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. It would add a new twist to what we had already done and if I found I couldn’t handle it, it would be a one-time occurrence.

When I broached the subject with Michelle again, I told her, “I’m okay with you going on a date with Roger this one time under a couple of conditions.”

“And those would be…”

I continued, “The first condition is that this is treated as a one-time deal. It has to be made clear to Roger that this would be the first and, probably, the last time you are alone with him and we’ll see how we handle it.”

“Okay, and what is the second condition?”

I smiled at my wife and said, “I want you to tell me every juicy detail as soon as you get home.”

Michelle looked relieved and asked, “Are you absolutely sure Ken? I don’t want to do anything that would hurt you or that you will regret later.”

“I’m sure Michele. This would be like the first time with Brad. We agreed to try something new and if it wasn’t what we expected, we wouldn’t do it again.”

“I love you Ken. I promise this will be a one-time date. I don’t think I should get into a regular thing with Roger anyway. I promise I’ll give you a blow by blow description afterwards, maybe I’ll even send you a couple of pictures.” She followed this with a wink and a devilish grin.

She took me to our bedroom and we had a passionate sexual romp at the thought of expanding our already kinky sex life. I was a little nervous about not being there to see my wife in bed with Roger, but I wanted to give her the opportunity to choose her partner. After all, I had a part in choosing the previous men and she was open to my fantasies so I wanted to return the favor.

On Monday morning, Michelle let Roger know that she agreed to go on a one time date with gelibolu escort him and they set it up for Saturday night. Roger would send a car to pick her up at 7 PM and take her to a lakeside condo he owned where they would enjoy a romantic dinner prepared by his favorite chef and then spend the rest of the evening together.

When my wife got home that evening and told me she confirmed her date, we both got a little excited and nervous. We were about to enter a new phase of our sexual experimentations and it got the adrenaline pumping. We screwed a couple times during the week, getting excited in anticipation of what was going to happen on Saturday.

When the weekend came, Michelle went through the “what should I wear” syndrome. She must have gone through at least a half dozen outfits before settling on a simple navy blue, mini-dress with a deep V-neck and spaghetti straps that tied at the neck. She tied it loosely so the silk material hung loosely on her 36C breasts, showing plenty of cleavage and side boob. When she walked her breasts bounced freely with a very distracting jiggle. Her hard nipples poked through the silky top.

It hung about five inches below her ass, which, along with her four inch strap on heels, enhanced her long, slender legs of her 5’10” frame. The material clung to her shapely body to show off every lovely curve of her body, making her ass look so inviting. When she walked, the material would sway sexily across her ass. All she had on underneath was a pink lace thong. She wore just enough makeup to highlight her soft blue eyes along with soft pink lipstick.

My wife did a slow turn and asked, “Well, how do I look?”

“You look like you are about to give Roger an evening he will never forget. You look lovely. I can’t wait to hear about your date.”

“Thank you Ken. I love you so much for letting me do this.”

Just then she received a text that her ride was outside. She gave me a nervous kiss on the cheek and closed the door behind her. My wife was off on her date with the V.P. of her bank, her boss, with the sole intention of fucking him with my permission. Our kids were at a sleepover and I spent the evening flipping channels anxiously wondering what Michelle and Roger were doing.

After about an hour, I got a text message on my phone from Michelle. It was a picture of her in her dress with a message that read, “Your wife looks lovely tonight.”

It must have been Roger sending it from my wife’s phone. I gave a simple response, “Thank you.”

I got a charge out of knowing Michelle was posing for a picture to send to me. I began to watch a movie but had a difficult time concentrating on it.

A couple of hours later, I got another text. It was a picture of Michelle laying on a king sized bed, naked with her knees bent, feet up near her butt and her legs spread. Her labia were spread giving a nice view of her open pussy. “Your wife looks even better now.”

All I could say was, “Enjoy.”

I remembered Michelle saying she may send some pictures when we decided she would go on the date with Roger. They added to the excitement for me but I also went back and forth between feeling horny thinking of my wife fucking and sucking Roger and feeling a twinge of jealousy that I wasn’t there to watch the action. The image in my mind of my wife on her knees sucking his cock or him humping her between her spread legs kept flashing through my head. I had more than a few drinks to calm my nerves and ended up falling asleep in my lounge chair with the remote in my hands.

I don’t know how long I was asleep, but was awoken at about 2:30 AM by another text. There was an image of Michelle, bent over on the bed, her pussy glistening and cum oozing out of her asshole. “I’m done with your wife. She’ll be home shortly.”

I got an erection while looking at the picture knowing Michelle’s lover was completely satisfied. I couldn’t wait for her to get home. My heart started racing when I heard a car door slam at 3:30 AM. It was exhilarating knowing her date was over. I couldn’t wait to see her and hear all about it. A few seconds later, I heard the door knob turning followed by the sight of Michelle walking through the door with her shoes in her hands. Her hair was mussed; her makeup washed off; her dress wrinkled and with that “just fucked” look on her face.

I didn’t want to appear anxious so I casually asked, “Did you have a good time?”

She replied, “Yes dear. I had a wonderful time.”

I got up, gave her a long kiss on her lips while slipping my hand between her legs. Dipping my finger into her pussy. After pushing her damp panties aside, I felt the unmistakable drippings of another man’s cum in her. I immediately got hard and said, “You have to tell me all about it dear. I’ve been waiting all night to know what happened.”

“If you fix me a drink, I’ll tell you everything, every juicy detail.”

I got us both a drink, then sat on the sofa with her waiting to get the entire story of her evening.

Roger’s lakefront home was about gemlik escort a 30 minute drive from our house which provided Michelle a chance to relax during the drive. She wondered what the driver must have thought of her. Her attire certainly gave the impression this was going to be a fun filled night. She had a glass of champagne on the way there. When the driver pulled up to Roger’s home, he was waiting outside, then greeted my wife with a gentle hug and peck on the cheek. He stepped back from their embrace to tell her how lovely she looked and how much he loved her choice of attire. Michelle’s boss is in his early 50’s, perfectly cut salt and pepper hair and still has the body of the athlete he was in college. She took his arm as he gave her a tour of the outside of his summer home before moving inside to see the five bedroom, five bath interior with a beautiful view of the lake.

They had a drink before dining with a view of the lake as the sun set. My wife made sure to lean forward at times to allow Roger a peek down her dress to tease him. They chatted over a light dinner which helped to relax her. Her V.P. was charming, mixing in a bit of work gossip along with displaying a sense of humor and taking opportunities to compliment her blue eyes, beautiful legs and her charm. He inquired about how we got into a sharing lifestyle and she explained it was simply an exciting way to break up the monotony of life. Michelle revealed she fucked a couple of my friends on occasion before going to Richard’s that fateful night to really let loose.

Roger explained that he and his wife had a couple of older kids and they had an unspoken agreement that allowed each other to experiment with others but they still loved each other. He knew his wife had previous lovers and he suspected she knew about some of his but neither ever brought up the subject with their spouse. He didn’t want to be too blatant in his outside interests so as not to embarrass his wife or give her any ammunition in case she decided to divorce him.

The sharing of some intimate secrets gave them a personal connection that would only make the evening that much better. It was more than a quick fuck and suck. After the staff cleared off the table from dinner, he dismissed them for the evening, leaving Michelle alone with Roger. They had a drink outside on the deck, overlooking the lake as the moon reflected off the water. They were making small talk, both seemingly waiting for the other to make the next move. It was then they were both silent, looking into each other’s eyes, when without saying a word, they both leaned in to lightly kiss each other. One kiss lead to another, then another more passionate kiss as Roger’s hands began to move softly across her body.

Michelle then told Roger, “It’s getting chilly out here.”

“Would you like to go inside?” Both knew exactly what she was saying and what he was asking.

“Yes I would like that.”

With a knowing smile, Roger took my wife’s hand and took her inside, grabbing a bottle of wine before leading her to a large master bedroom suite. He used a remote control to put on some soft music and to dim the lights that had a faint red hue. Michelle was gazing out of the floor to ceiling patio doors when Roger came up behind her, slipped his hands around her waist and began to kiss the nape of her neck. She melted into his arms as she felt his erection pressing against her backside as his hands moved up to cup her breasts. He played with her breasts for a few minutes before she turned around to face him. They kissed passionately while he untied the straps of her dress and peeled it down to release her bare breasts from the confines of the silk material. His mouth quickly covered one of her nipples while his hand played with the other.

Roger teased her tits and nipples, then unzipped the rest of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of her dress, and her lover quickly stripped off her thong. My wife kicked off her heels before helping her lover undress. They began to kiss once more with his fingers finding their way into her wet pussy. Michelle broke their embrace to begin licking and sucking on his nipples while slowly stroking him. She kissed and licked her way down his body until she was on her knees before him, jerking his 8″ cock while seductively looking up into his eyes. She knows men like to make eye contact when receiving a blow job. He could see how much she enjoyed pleasing him with her lips.

My wife then kissed and mouthed his balls before rubbing his erection all over her face, worshipping the manhood in front of her. She used her lips and tongue to glide along the length of the shaft in place of her hands. She looked up at her lover as she began to flick her tongue around the head, seeing the look of pure pleasure and lust on his face. She desperately wanted to please him.

Michelle then took just the head into her mouth, giving the tip butterfly flicks as she sucked on it. Roger moaned in pleasure while placing his hands on her head, using gently pressure to encourage her to take him deeper. She teased the cock in her mouth for a few moments more before suddenly taking the entire length deep into her throat as her head bobbed in a long, slow motion. He was moaning and started to move his hips in rhythm to my wife’s head bobs. She worked his dick faster but he had to stop her.

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Part 9 – The Add is Answered

When I arrived home Sandy ran up to me passionately and gave me a big sloppy kiss. She said that there were messages in the personals voice mail!

In all there were already six messages. We listened to each one and wrote down the two phone numbers belonging to couples. The other four messages were from single men. Since I operated the voice mail I saved all of the messages without mentioning it to Sandy. I told Sandy that it would probably be less imposing if she were to make the calls.

Sandy dialed and put the phone on speaker. The first couple was in their late forties and sounded nice, but the husband was only interested in watching his wife with another woman. The woman did not sound closed on the deal. It seemed like she was being pressured into it.

The second couple turned out to be pay dirt! They were both professionals in their early thirties. James was a lawyer and Maria, who had a sexy Spanish accent, was a head nurse. We had a nice easy going conversation. James and Maria were so easy to talk to. Maria told us that she had initiated their couple search after she had a very fulfilling affair with another nurse at her hospital. When James found out, she told him that lesbian sex was too good to give up, so they agreed that they would not have affairs on their own but would swing together. James was also open minded about being with other men.

We quickly agreed to meet the next evening at a local café. The next day after classes Sandy and I cleaned our apartment spotless – just in case. I could not stop thinking about how leaning was just a chore when I wasn’t wearing my maid’s uniform. Once we were done cleaning we took a shower together and got ready for our date. Sandy wore a yellow sundress with a flowered pattern. At the same height as me, at five foot eight she was stunning!

We immediately spotted James and Maria sitting at a secluded booth. James appeared to be black and we later found out that he had a black father and a white mother. He was tall, slim and quite handsome. Maria was short and just a tad bit chubby which gave her a voluptuous appearance. She was Porto Rican with the clearest olive skin, and a beautiful smile full of white teeth.

Maria turned out to be the kinky one in their relationship. She explained how she was raised in a strict Catholic home. When she started nursing school and lost her virginity she learned how good sex was and threw out all her Catholic upbringing. She had lesbian affairs, practiced BDSM and had been gang banged.

The one thing she had not seen was any man on man sex. James told us that he would have never thought of, let alone tried, any of the things that Maria suggested but always enjoyed them once convinced. Recently Maria had been trying to get him to share another man with her and he was willing to try.

With that we agreed to go back to our place which was right around the corner. James quickly paid the bill. I could not take my eyes off of Maria’s ass when she got up to leave. Sandy’s ass was round small and firm. It’s cheeks would fit right into the palms of my hands. Maria’s ass was about twice the width. However it seemed quite firm in her slacks and defied gravity by holding a beautiful curved form with no sag whatsoever! It looked so juicy and seemed just perfect!

When we got to our place I opened up a couple of beers for James and myself and breezers for the ladies. We just naturally gravitated to the bedroom, even before we finished the drinks. Once in the bedroom James grabbed Sandy and started fondling her ass. She replied by kissing him passionately and moaning softly. I could not believe how confidently he initiated himself on to Sandy and how she followed his lead without the slightest hesitancy! I was nervous and felt relieved when Maria grabbed me by the waists and pulled me towards her. I looked down into her eyes and smiled as I felt her huge tits on my stomach and her thighs hugging my leg right above my knee. I tilted my head downward and kissed her luscious lips. Letting go of my waist she grabbed the sides of my head and kissed me so passionately. I took this opportunity to pet and cup her ass. It was so round and firm. I could not believe it!

James and Maria, being a little more than ten years older erdemli escort than us, led the action with their confidence and sexual prowess. Soon Sandy and I were down to just our underwear while they were still fully dressed. At this point Maria said that she did not want James to lose focus of their main objective – trying man on man sex. Even though she is short, Maria was very assertive and commanded him to strip and switch partners.

James quickly stripped and nervously approached me.

Maria grabbed Sandy around the waist with one arm and said, “Honey we are now going to see the best show of our lives!” “Go on James, grab Ron’s dick.” “Get acquainted with that nice thing!”

Even though James had been so confident with Sandy he hesitated with me. He gingerly grabbed my dick. His dick was not much larger than mine but the black color was intriguing. I reached out not for it, but the balls hanging underneath. I grabbed his ass with my other hand and pulled him in close. I could hear the excitement of the girls on the bed as I gently tugged his balls and cupped his ass cheek. I heard an, “Oh my God!” from Maria as I kneeled down in front of James.

I wanted to tease James some and build up some anticipation before enjoying my first black cock. I started nuzzling the crease between James’s thigh and balls. The musky scent was intoxicating and I started licking gently.

Maria shouted, “Take him in your mouth!”

I slowly looked over at her. She was sitting on the bed holding Sandy and bouncing up and down with excitement. “Maria, hold your horses.” I warned and went back to work on his crotch. I was enjoying its scent and taste so much and marveled at the thick kinky pubic hair. I took each nut in my mouth individually and made a show of pulling it down. The ladies squealed in delight and James moaned.

Maria told James that I was doing all the work and that she wanted to see him making an effort to. James picked me up and knelt down in front of me. I was sorry because I had not got my mouth around his dick yet. James just dived right in and started sucking my dick. The women were giggling and yelling all sorts of encouraging comments. This was actually more of a turn on to me than his cocksucking. After a couple of minutes I felt an orgasm approaching. I warned James saying that I too needed to get his dick into my mouth before cumming.

We again traded places and I took his dick right in my mouth this time. James grabbed my hair between his fingers. I took him to the hilt

mashing my nose in his kinky pubic and feeling his cock head slide into my throat. His size was just perfect, much smaller than Choker’s massive tool but somewhat larger than Glen’s. I could fit it all the way in and not feel too stuffed. We both moaned together and after only a few strokes James said that he was going to cum soon.

At James’s mention of cumming I pulled out and said that I had a better idea if the ladies were willing. They hugged each other and nodded. I said, “I want to suck your cock more but I also want Sandy to feel it.” “If you fuck Sandy good and hard and let me watch, I will surprise everyone afterwards!”

Maria asked, “What is the surprise?” I just smiled and told her that she would have to trust me.

After everyone agreed, James went over to Sandy and started kissing her and running his hand all over her body. Maria removed Sandy’s bra and panties and James pushed her down on the bed. He then chugged down the rest of his beer, stating that he needed to compose himself after my cocksucking. With that he laid on Sandy placing his dickhead in her slit. I was amazed to see that it shined with her natural lubrication as he slid just his head in an out a few times. Sandy was moaning. I could see that with her legs wrapped around his back, she was trying to pull him in deeper. All of a sudden in one quick movement James plunged in to the hilt and Sandy let out a large gasp! “This is heavenly!” she sighed in contentment.

Meanwhile I had sat behind Maria so that I could feel her ass press against my dick. It was so soft and warm. I wrapped my arms around her and inserted my right hand into the front of her panties. I could feel a huge bush and after parting it and inserting fatsa escort my finger into her swampy gash I easily had enough lubrication to start gently stroking her clit. She kept wiggling back against me and moaning. I loved the soft, warm feel of her voluptuous body in my arms. I couldn’t believe how she felt so different from Sandy.

After only a few minutes of hard fucking James grunted like a bull moose and let his load fly deep into Sandy’s hole. He thrust a few more times and then just lay on her. After a minute of relaxation he got off of her and his still hard dick was covered in their fuck juices. Sandy said, “It’s too bad that you couldn’t last longer.” “I was having a marvelous time!” I reluctantly left Maria and took the whole length of James cock into my mouth cleaning it!

“Oh my God!” Maria yelled. “That is so hot and nasty!”

I made a show of swallowing what I had collected and stated, “Now for the surprise that I promised you all!”

You could hear a pin drop as I laid on the bed with my face staring into Sandy’s raw gash. Sandy kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed so I could see the puffy lips protruding with white congealed cream on them. Her pubic hair seemed to be clean. A little sweaty but not wet. I sniffed deeply and turned to smile at James and Maria. I formed a point with my tongue and put it on Sandy’s asshole, or camera shutter as I like to think of it. I licked from her asshole, over her right puffy lip, to her hood in one long slow lick. I repeated the process and went over her left cunt lip. I did not get any semen but did lick up a lot of the congealed cunt cream. It was tangy and I swallowed it down. I licked up and down Sandy’s gash a few times not getting much cum. I rolled over on to my back pulling at Sandy’s hips. She got the message and squatted down on her knees over my face.

James and Maria were in shock and I heard Maria say to James, “I want you to learn from him!” “That is one devoted man!”

I grabbed Sandy by the hips and pulled her down on to my face. Gravity was my friend and I got a nice run of cum into my mouth after enveloping her whole opening, sticking my tongue in and working it around some. I continued to stir with my tongue and suck alternating between the two. The cum quickly subsided and I concentrated just on Sandy’s clit until she clenched my ears between her thighs in an intense orgasm. When she came she must have squeezed some deeper cum out because after she climbed off of me I had a glob of cum on my chin. I scooped it up with my finger and sucked it off swallowing it down greedily.

Everyone clapped and Maria raved about how hot my performance had been.

She then said assertively, “James you are going to do the same to me after Ron gives me a good and proper pounding!”

She then jumped on me, pushing me down into the mattress on my back. Maria quickly climbed on and began riding my cock. In many instances if I am brought to the brink of orgasm, as I had been by James’s blowjob and then calm down, It becomes quite hard for me to reach orgasm. I was glad for this now. Maria’s meaty thighs and ass rode up and down on me and squished me into the mattress quite nicely. The feeling of new pussy was so good! I could feel her wiry bushy pubic hair mash into my pelvic bone and her big tits jiggled nicely with every bounce. It was a pleasure to hold her buns in my hands!

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sandy working on James’s cock with her mouth trying to get him hard again I envied her but had my hands pleasurably full of Maria’s ass. After a few minutes of hard riding Maria had a loud orgasm but continued riding. I almost thought that she peed on me she was so wet! The new lubrication did wonders and her pussy walls now felt feathers tickling the sides of my shaft. I had a shuddering climax and unloaded my seed deep into her. Maria felt my spasms and this triggered a second orgasm from her and she ground her ass into my body as hard as she could.

When we both calmed down Maria plopped to her back on the mattress. I scraped all of our mingled juices off my cock and licked them off my index finger and thumb.

Maria said, “Honey that wasn’t necessary.” “You have done more than enough.” “James should have done that!” finike escort

With that she called James over and demanded that he clean her pussy like I had cleaned Sandy’s. We all watched as James put his head down between her legs and after a few dramatic seconds said, “I’m sorry honey.” “I just can’t bring myself to do it.”

I jumped at the chance saying, “It is my pleasure to clean your gorgeous puss!”

Maria said, “You are more than welcome honey.” “James, I will settle with you later!”

With that I laid on the bed and took a close look at Maria’s pussy. The inner lips were not pink like Sandy’s but a dark shade of purple. The lips were very stretched out and had a well used “older” look about them. The whole area from the top of the panty line, all the way back into the crack of her ass, was covered in a dense thick curly mass of pubic hair. All of this pubic hair was matted and contained clots of white colored congealed pussy juice. It was also wet with beads of sweat. I took a deep sniff and loved the strong odor of sex that greeted me. My semen did not worry me but I wondered if I could really clean all that “cottage cheese” from her pubic hair.

I closed my eyes and sucked the largest of the congealed globs into my mouth. It was tangier than Sandy’s emissions but not repugnant so I went to work cleaning it all out of her pubic hair. A couple of minutes of this pleasurable work had her pubic mound looking much better. No more white could be seen in the jet black curls. I took my fingers and parted all of the hair in order to reveal her hidden gash. Since my fingers were already there I parted her lips wide and started licking and sucking the whole inner part of her snatch. I let go of her lips and took turns sucking each curtain into my mouth. All this was not doing me much good because I was not getting any of my load out.

I told Maria that in order for me to truly clean her out she would have to ride my face like she rode my cock a few minutes ago. She was up in a second and waited for me to lay down and position my head under her spread legs. The curvy view of her legs, crotch and amazing ass was magnificent! When she started squatting down it was probably the sexiest movement that I had ever seen in my life! All that sexy meatiness descending upon me! When her pussy made contact with my mouth I realized that I was going to be smothered!

Maria rocked back and forth on my mouth. My nose was caught between her fleshy ass cheeks and I could only breathe when she rocked forward. I quickly learned to time my breathing rhythm to the speed of her rocking and enjoyed my fleshy prison. Soon her juices started flowing again. When she started putting more weight down on my face I knew that she was close and was wondering when my load would find its way out into my starving mouth. I did not have to wait long before I felt a shudder. Once again I was flooded with so much liquid that I thought she was peeing on my face! It was so runny that most of it ran down my cheeks and neck. Next a big glob of my deposited cum that must have been deposited deep within her, dribbled out and into my mouth. I swished it around swallowing greedily. I then kept running my tongue deep into Maria’s snatch to try and get any more traces that might be lingering behind. When Maria calmed down from her orgasm she released me from my confinement.

James and Sandy had watched the whole thing and were amazed. James now said, “You are one kinky dude!” “You got more balls than me.”

Sandy came over and kissed me saying, “Even though I felt some jealousy at your intimate coupling, I am so proud of you!” With that we kissed deeply and Sandy licked around my mouth saying that she could taste Maria on me!

I now went into the kitchen to get some more beers and breezers. When I came back we all settled down on the bed and talked about what had just happened. The ladies were totally turned on by the cocksucking that James and I had performed earlier. They also enjoyed the poundings that they got from us.

Maria mentioned how it was so fun to be with such a young energetic guy like me. Sandy told us how she loved James’s bigger cock and the different rhythm that he used on her. Both ladies were in love with my cleanup performance and agreed that it stole the show. Maria said that she never dreamed that she would have her pussy cleaned orally by a man after a raw pounding! Sandy told her that I had only done it to her recently but that it would become a staple in our lives because she loved it so much!

To be continued . . . .

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DAY 6. – 6.15am

I woke up at about 6 am, from an odd noise. As my brain restarted, I realized it might have been a snore from one of the other housemates, now that we could hear and almost see each other. It was still pretty dark inside the bedrooms. Big Brother seemed to be trying to mirror normal lighting, and the rooms started gradually brightening up at 8ish.

I looked over to sleeping Shuko. Her black, bob cut hair was covering her eyes. She looked beautiful and innocent. She was still naked from our mutual masturbation. I remembered my promise to her. If I made a promise, I’m a man to keep it. But I also worried about my housemates. I didn’t want to wake them up too early, with the sound of our fucking.

I decided to keep it quiet and slowly wake Shuko. I had a feeling if I just climbed on top and began pounding away, I’d fulfil her fantasy, but piss everyone else off with an early wake up call, if she screamed in either surprise or delight.

I ducked my head under the covers of the large bed, and moved myself round until I found her pussy. Her legs were closed. I thought about pushing them open, but instead, started massaging her calf muscles and the areas near the top of her legs. After about 20 seconds of gentle massage, her legs parted slightly as blood began to move to her lower parts.

Finally having access to her pussy, I slowly pushed my head down between her legs. I was sideways to her, giving an odd angle. Still, it was enough to get my tongue near her clit. I licked and lapped at the pussy, and soon felt juices running around my chin. She had a different taste to any other girl I’d eaten out before. It was still nice, just…different. Her legs opened completely, fully spread under the bed. I glanced my eyes up at her, but she still appeared to be sleeping. I had a strong hunch she was now awake, as her breathing had changed, but if she wanted to keep pretending to sleep, I could fulfil her fantasy if she wanted.

I was facing the wardrobe now, rather than her head, so I slowly climbed out of bed. I walked near the wardrobe, then put my head back under the covers. I slowly wriggled myself up, using her open legs as guidance, seeking that perfect middle. I found her pussy after a couple of seconds, and licked it again, checking she was still wet for me. She was.

I pushed my body further up, to her petit belly button. I licked round that too, one more hole for my tongue to investigate. Then I moved upwards, finding both her small breasts. I didn’t spend any time on them, but instead found her neck…and her face. She was still apparently sleeping. I pulled myself slightly further up, until my cock was starting to rub against the lips of her pussy. It was now or never.

I slowly eased my cock into her open pussy. She was the tightest of the girls I had fucked in the house, and I was glad I had spent the time on foreplay, her juices helping me slide in and out.

She opened her eyes, sleepily. It was fake, showing to me that she truly had been awake long before I entered, but I played along with her game. I changed my rhythm from a regular beat, into short, strong movements with long pauses between.

“Good Morning…(thrust)”. I said to her softly. “Was this..(thrust) what she wanted… (thrust)?”

“Mmm…” she replied “Yes…this is…(oooh) what I…(oooh)…wanted. It was …(oooh)…perfect…(oooh). You’re so…(ahhhh)…big inside me…OOOH!

She moved her hands over my shoulders, and pulled my head down, so she could start kissing me. She almost bit me accidentally after one strong thrust, so I shifted into a soft, steady rhythm instead. We weren’t fucking, we were making love.

We kept going, in a simple missionary for much longer than I normally would. I usually like to vary the positions far more. But this just felt right. Eventually, my hips began to tire from being on top. I rolled next to her, back into the spooning position we had spent yesterday in, while watching the others enjoying their moment. Now it was ours.

I angled myself around behind her, and she lifted her right leg slightly, allowing me into her pussy from behind. I moved my right hand over and played with her from the front, while I pushed inside her behind. But she moved a hand over, and stopped me from massaging her. I pulled out, and slightly away. She rolled over to face me.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered, still trying to keep the noise down as much as possible.

“It’s nothing” she said. “Just not a good angle for me. It didn’t feel good.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, honestly. “What do you prefer? Do you want to go back to missionary?”

“Hmmm” she said, thinking. It was a bit of a sad noise. “I’m not sure. I thought this was what I wanted, but now I don’t know.”

My brain fought against my primal nature, and tried to calm down. Everything animal inside me wanted to climb on top of her and finish what I had started, but my civilized brain won.

“OK. We’ll stop for the moment. I don’t want you to do girne escort anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“Thank you” she whispered, truly meaning it.

There was a loud fake cough from the left. We looked over, and saw Sarah, at the frosted glass wall, waving.

“If you’re not using him, maybe you can let him come over here?” She said, still quite softly. “You woke us up, and Davide was not pleased. So I suggested I do something to make the two boys happy. And if Matt is free as well…?”

I put my hand up to Sarah, to show I needed to check with Shuko.

“Go” she said, simply.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go have fun.” She replied.

“Come and watch” I told her.

“Maybe in a minute,” she said. “I think I need a few moments alone.”

“Sure.” I replied gently. I kissed her lightly on the forehead. “And later, we will talk, OK?”

She made an agreeing noise as I got out of the bed. My cock had already begun to deflate, and Sarah had moved away from the window. I opened the door, naked, and walked a little along to corridor, to Davide, Sarah and Jeff’s room. I tapped gently on the door, and Jeff opened it. He was naked, with a fully erect cock. It was a little intimidating, pointing straight out at me.

“Morning?” I said, hesitantly. He didn’t say anything. He beckoned me in with a simple movement of his head. I walked in, telling him not to fully close the door, incase Shuko came to join us.

As I entered, Davide was standing at the foot of the bed. Sarah was kneeling on the floor in front of him, sucking his big dick. She was completely naked, her boobs giggling as she moved her mouth up and down on the cock. Jeff, still silent, stood next to Davide, two sides of a triangle. As soon as his cock got near her, she grabbed it with a hand, and started to move it up and down in quick, vigorous strokes. I realized my place, and joined them, completing the triangle. Sarah cupped my balls, still sucking away at my black friend’s dick. This really was like a porn movie.

She stopped sucking Davide’s, and moved onto mine. I’ve never shared a woman before, but I was enjoying it. She deep throated me for thirty seconds, then suddenly stopped and moved round to give Jeff his turn in her warm mouth.

We kept going like this for four or five minutes, always rotating. She never let us get close to cumming, or to becoming flaccid from lack of attention.

As she was again sucking Davide, while fondling both mine and Jeff’s balls, she said “I’ve never had (suck, suck, suck) three men at the same time before (suck suck suck). Ready to make a girl’s dream come true?”

She stood up, letting go of our privates. She knelt on the bed, seductively. “So? Who’s going where? Not my arse, Davide, or I’ll never fart again.” I glanced at the big guy, but he shrugged. I guess with a dick that big, he doesn’t often get to try anal.

Jeff moved over to the bed, and laid down. Sarah grabbed the lube, and placed lots on his cock. Then she put some on her own asshole. She knelt down, in a reverse cowgirl way, and eased him into her asshole. She slowly began sliding up and down his pole, her legs wide open, showing her available pussy.

Davide nudged my shoulder. I realized I’d just been staring at the sight, without understanding it was my turn. I moved onto the bed, and knelt in front of them, my knees outside of Jeff’s together legs. With careful angling, I moved myself into Sarah’s open pussy. As I began to build a thrust, I could feel Jeff’s cock moving inside her, through the thin walls of her pussy. It was a strange thought to think about another man’s cock, while hard fucking a woman.

I’d been solely looking down at our crotches, trying to make sure our double penetration was right, so now I was confident, I looked up to kiss Sarah. But her mouth was already full of a big black cock. It wasn’t helping me get into the zone, watching him getting sucked off. I moved my eyes instead to her jiggling boobs, while trying to avoid eye contact with Jeff.

It was a very awkward angle, and after a minute, I pulled out of her pussy, and instead offered it to her mouth. Davide took my place inside her wet pussy. Jeff just kept pushing into her asshole, not minding us. Her mouth felt great, and I could feel the tongue piercing she’d been showing off all week. She was right – it did feel different to a normal blowjob. It was distracting, reminding me it was a mouth, not a pussy, but at the same time, the metal made new and interesting sensations.

Occasionally, she would take me out her mouth to shout something like “oh god!” or “That feel’s so good!” or “Harder, harder!”

Davide and I swapped round again. I would have taken over Jeff’s place, but he didn’t seem to want to give up his prime spot buried inside her asshole. It was certainly her tightest hole. Not to be rude to Sarah, but her pussy had the least grip of all the girls in the house.

“I’m getting close,” I said, half gölcük escort to Sarah, and half to everyone else.

“Me too” chimed in Jeff.

“Back to the (suck, suck, suck) circle” said Sarah, starting to climb off Jeff, my cock still inside her, and her lips refusing to release Davide’s manhood.

As I slid out of her wet pussy, I saw that Shuko had indeed joined us. She had put panties and a bra on, and was leaning against the wardrobe in the room. She wasn’t touching herself or anything like that. She was just watching, in the way you might watch a TV show.

Sarah knelt back down where she had been earlier. We all stood up, and circled her. She didn’t start to touch us, or suck us off. Instead she just put her head up and her mouth open wide. “First inside, get’s a prize” she said, in a mock fairground voice. She stuck her tongue out, expectantly.

We all reached for our cocks, and began masturbating furiously, trying to be the first to shoot our cum into her open mouth.

“What’s the prize?” asked Davide, as we fapped. Our cocks were beginning to go red from our hands.

“Guaranteed anal, later today.” She said, with a cheeky smile. “Even you, Davide, if you win”. His hands began moving even faster to that announcement.

Without warning, a small, petit hand wrapped around my cock and fast moving hand. Shuko hugged me from behind, and began helping me masturbate. I turned my upper torso towards her, while still keeping my dick aimed at Sarah. I lent down and kissed her, as she kept the up-and-down pace going.

Shuko’s tongue danced with mine, while we worked together to jack me. It felt like something I’d never had before, and without even expecting it myself, I exploded over Sarah. Though most had landed on her eyes, hair or ear, some had found her mouth. I was the winner.

It didn’t feel right to step away from the circle, while the others still wanked themselves over Sarah. Shuko stepped away from me, and moved behind Jeff. She French kissed him, and did exactly what he did for me, for him. I felt a tinge of jealousy. Not because she was holding another man’s cock, but because her kiss with him was more passion. Thirty seconds of her touch, and Jeff became the second to spunk all over Sarah, again mainly missing her open mouth.

Finally, and in full fairness, Shuko moved over to Davide. She repeated the same action. She kissed him (he had to stop and fully bend over to reach her) and then she began helping him with his hand job. He couldn’t kiss her while wanking over Sarah, as he was just too tall. So she hugged him from the side, and planted little kisses on his bare chest as she too, helped him spunk all over the waiting Sarah.

When Davide’s final spurts finished, we all moved away, helping Sarah to her feet. “Fantasy fulfilled?” Jeff asked.

“Mostly” she said, as all 5 of us began moving for the showers. “Usually at this point in my fantasy, Daniel Craig walks in, naked, holding an ice-cream sundae, but we can’t have everything, now can we?”

The shower was not for sex. We all washed, unceremoniously. Sarah spent most of the time trying to get our cum out of her hair and eyes.

After the shower, Sarah and the two men returned to their room. Shuko returned to ours. It was still only 7.30am. I didn’t want to go back to bed, so instead I moved to the large living room, found a comfortable beanbag, and wriggled myself onto it. I must have been more tired than I thought, and my eyes closed into deep sleep.

——–

The 9am call from Big Brother woke me. I was surprised to see everyone else was already in the living room. I’d been so deeply asleep I didn’t hear anyone come in.

“This is the voice of Big Brother. Today’s task will be explained shortly. First, due to yesterday’s surprise double exit, we are left with an imbalance of men. This must be fixed.”

We looked round, expecting Big Brother to announce a surprise eviction. Instead, the god-like voice took a different path.

“The three remaining women, Sarah, Shuko and Maria, will now cast their vote on the following two options. Option one, immediately evict the male housemate with the lowest public approval currently. Option two, have a brand new, female housemate brought in. She will be subject to the same rules as you, and be eligible to win the final prize, just as you are. The male contestants are not permitted to vote. You have two minutes to decide before voting. Beginning now.”

Everyone’s voices started shouting at once. The girls were complaining that it wasn’t right for them to choose, while the boys were begging not to be expelled. Shuko shouted up, asking which man would be evicted, but Big Brother refused to reply.

A few days ago, that had been Jeff. But he was no longer Mr Two Minutes. Henry was strong and reliable, and his stamina with Maria last night must have won him some fans, if the public only voted on the grounds of sex. But our foursome must also have gained us a göztepe escort few supporters. It truly was anyone’s game.

“The time is up. All housemates must be silent unless called. First to vote is…Maria.”

She looked round at everyone. “I’m sorry guys, but I’m here to win. And that means being the last one in the house. So I vote to evict.”

Sad and disappointed faces filled the room. Nobody was angry, yet. She had a good point. We all wanted to remove the competition and win the $5m.

“The next to vote is…Shuko.”

Shuko answered quickly, even before the voice had finished announcing her name. “It is not fair to force a boy out today, just because two girls left yesterday. I want to win, but fairly. This isn’t fair. I vote to keep the boys, and add another girl.”

The vote was tied. We all looked, silently, at Sarah, wondering what she would decide.

“Fuck it.” She said, as the robotic voice announced Sarah’s vote. “The more the merrier. Bring in another girl.”

—

It was about ten minutes later when our new housemate arrived. She was a young black woman. She said her name was Tani, and she was 23. A little taller than me, she was already in her underwear, a sexy-yet-practical matching set of white panties and white bra, holding her medium sized boobs inside. I’ve never known cup sizes, so I couldn’t give them a number or letter. But these boobs were great. Clearly big, but not so big that they became overpowering, or difficult to squeeze with just one hand.

She just said hi, a little overwhelmed at the sight of us all. She sat on the closest couch as Big Brother’s voice came through again.

“Today’s task is called ‘sleepover’. It will help you get to know your new housemate. You must all stay in the same room for the next 24 hours. If you move to a different room, all 8 of you must go as a single group. The shower and sauna will be set for 8 people.

The only exception to today’s rule will be for toilet breaks. These breaks will be monitored, and cannot be used to avoid other members of the house.

There will be no mandatory eviction today.”

We all looked at each other. Though we enjoyed each other’s company, our daytime was usually spent only in rotating groups of 2 or 3, taking turns in the gym, film room, cooking in the kitchen or chatting in the living room. We never spent a lot of time together as 7, or now 8.

Davide broke the silence. “You’ll all have to be very quiet when I go for my afternoon nap later!”

We all laughed, and moved to the kitchen for breakfast. We moved chairs so we could all sit on one table, and listen to Tani. We asked her about her job (she’s a shop worker in a shopping centre in the Ghanaian capital city in Africa), her personal life (One younger sister, single, never married) and her sexuality (not a virgin, straight but open to experimenting).

We also asked about what people thought of us, out in the real world. “I’m not allowed to say much” she explained. “They gave me very strict instructions. And, I don’t really know much, either.”

It turns out that Big Brother has another set of contestants, waiting in case they need to add people unexpectedly. Tani had spent the past few days alone apart from Big Brother employees, watching us on a TV. She’d seen us all, up to midnight yesterday.

“That’s good” said Shuko. “It means we don’t have to explain how quickly we have all bonded. It must seem a little odd how quickly strangers have become…” She searched for a word “…very close friends.”

Tani laughed. She had a nice laugh. “Stick twelve sexy people in a house together, in just their underwear, and of course people will become close friends!” she replied. “They will also fuck each other!” She added with another laugh. We all joined the laughter, and several people kissed the nearest person. I was near Shuko, so gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

As I ended the kiss, we all realized that nobody had gone to kiss Tani. She was the outsider. Sarah took charge.

“OK, everyone. Bonding time, super quick. She’s got six days to catch up on.” Sarah marched us to the big living room. “Boys and girls, in a line please. Not you Tani.”

We made a line of 7, with Sarah at the far end. It was like the competitive blowjob line, all facing one way. But the girls were there too, and we hadn’t removed our underwear.

“Tani…make friends” Sarah said with a sultry smile.

The black woman walked up to Davide, the first in the line. She kissed him, passionately. As she kissed him, her hands moved into his boxer shorts. After about a minute, she broke away.

Next was Maria. Tani moved in, and again began a passionate kiss. The girls hadn’t done much girl-on-girl kissing, especially publically, but it didn’t seem to be causing Maria or Tani a big problem. As Tani kissed the Indian woman, her hands moved around her breasts, and then resting between her legs for just a few seconds.

Jeff followed, then Shuko, myself and Henry. With each person, the same actions. Her hands were warm when they got to me, and her lips wet with the saliva of so many other people’s kiss. When she got to Sarah, Tani got the surprise, as Sarah started her own grope of the black woman’s tits and ass during their make out session.

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Sure, sure, sure. It had all seemed like innocent playful talk. My wife and her best friend teased and talked like they would have sex together, to enjoy themselves physically and torture me by making me watch. Imagine my surprise when her friend told me that my wife had bore her breasts for her and she got moist just from fondling her nakedness. My mind was on that for days.

I confronted my wife and she told me “oh yeah, she got two big hand fulls”. Talk about torture, what were these two women doing? Were they teasing? Was this a big hoax just to watch me squirm?

I thought so…at least until last weekend.

Her friend didn’t have to work that evening so she came out with us to have a couple of drinks and goof off. Immediately her friend came and sat in my lap. A grin crossed my wife’s face as her friend put my hands inside her thighs. Conversation carried on as normal and the grin soon widened into a smile. It took every bone in my body and football stat in my head not to pop the worlds largest erection as she shifted now and again to adjust herself. What seemed like an hour must have only been moments before the two of them headed to the bar to get some drinks.

All the while, my buddy was drooling and looking in disbelief. “Dude, what was that all about?” I told him I didn’t know but I might soon be the happiest man in the world. Could this be my chance at every mans fantasy? Had they really felt of each other? Kissed? Who knows yet how much was real and how much was make believe.

Afraid of walking around the bar with an uncontrollable hard on, my buddy and I went to shoot pool and to let my mind focus on something besides the possibility of their breasts rubbing together while I was forced to watch.

After sucking down a couple of drinks, the girls said they were off to look for her boyfriend. He had already called a couple of times to check on her and she was getting kinda put out by the entire “ownership” attitude.

When the cell phone rang in my pocket thirty minutes later, I about came out of my pants. There was my wife’s voice on the other end telling me that they were at the titty bar and we were to meet them ASAP. That was all I needed to ease the tension, more naked women dancing around while I envisioned my wife buried between the naked thighs of her best friend.

As we arrived, I was greeted at the door by some guys I used to bounce with. Smiles aplenty did they have as they took our hard earned cash. Breasts abounded, and asses were aplenty. I had only been in strip club a time or two before but this one was different. Classier, prettier and better looking women than I had seen before. We made our way to the table and immediately my wife’s friend straddled my legs and began to slowly rock back and forth on my soon to be throbbing cock. My wife pretended to look the other way but I could see her looking peripherally and the muscles on her face contorting as she tried to hold back the grin.

The only thing that got her off my lap was a beautifully molded woman who I am sure has seen time in the fancy girl magazines. She was tipped nicely and my wife’s friend returned to her seat and flopped down with a huge sigh saying “what I would do to get a hold of those beauties”. My wife giggled but never took her eyes off the dancer who now swayed and moved only to their eyes. Before long my wife was asking waitresses to take off their clothes and get on stage. Who was this woman? I know she had been drinking but this was a side I had never seen.

Time and again I looked over and noticed my wife holding hands with her friend. Then a slight rubbing of arms, deeper looks, and eventually as I was looking at my wife’s breasts, her friend began to caress them and then licked her lips lovingly when our eyes finally met. “It must have been the alcohol and surely it would go no further”…at least that was what I thought.

We went back to our house, put my buddy to bed and then I headed to do the same. There was absolutely no way I could sit and watch those two beauties acting silly and stay sane. As I was heading to the bedroom, my wife called me.

“Get in here and sit down.”

Oh well, I grabbed a glass of wine and sat down expecting some type of conversation and teasing. I almost dropped my glass as I saw my wife’s shirt half open and her friends hand massaging her tit. What the hell was this? I almost left the house but found my feet to be coated in concrete and my gaze locked onto what surely was the most torturous of dreams.

My wife and friend giggled and teased for awhile while I got up and down restlessly trying to pass off the fact that my heart was racing at well over 200 beats a minute. When I came back I was pelted in the face by a little ball that efeler escort we keep near the couch, to throw at the t.v. when I was frustrated at a sporting event. Then another. Her friend was throwing stuff at me while they sipped their Southern Comfort and Peach Schnapps.

“Here, try and land it in our bras. Whoever has it stick in their boobs, you can have them.”

Oh the dilemma, two matching sets of breasts and a wife willing to take the chance that I could be locked onto her friends nipple within seconds.

I looked at my wife and she said, “go ahead, see what you get”.

I would rather have been Jordan trying to tie the final game of a seven set series for the world championship with one second on the clock. Ball after ball bounced off their wonderfully soft mounds as they giggled and sipped. Finally, her friend grabbed a ball out of the air and put it in my wife’s bra.

“Yeah, there you go now come and get it.”

My wife looked at me and begged me to crawl over to her and take my prize. As I approached her, she arched her back, pulled her bra down and loosed her magnificent breasts. Before I could get my tongue out of my mouth, her friend dove in and latched on to her right breast and began to lick furiously. Meanwhile, my wife grabbed the back of my head and gently pulled me to her left breast as she leaned her head back and sighed and melted under my tongue. Immediately, her friend began to rub my back as we sucked in unison drawing moans out of my wife as if she were in the most beautiful place in the world and taking her last breaths.

“CLICK”,

the spare bedroom door opened and my friend was on his way to the bathroom. Like three children afraid to get caught by their parents we scattered. Fingers fumbled, mouths were wiped and breasts put away as he walked past the living room to his destination.

When the door to his bedroom shut again, I reentered the living room embarrassed and thanking the sex gods we didn’t get busted.

My wife looked at me and mouthed “are you alright?”

She was asking me? How was she? What was she thinking? Her friend was sprawled out on the couch in the most inviting of positions.

“Are you alright?”, I mouthed back.

Never had I seen a grin on her face like that. And with that she took her friend by the back of the head and pulled her tightly to her mouth where she placed the most sexually vibrant kiss on her that man had ever seen. Immediately her friend began to fondle her, to pull her head closer as if she couldn’t get enough tongue, as if she couldn’t taste enough of my wife’s mouth and being. She leaned her head back and moaned and without warning, my wife pulled open her friends shirt and with one smooth move, pulled her bra down and latched on to a breast that was comparable to hers.

I had always said that they were twins separated at birth, but this was uncanny. One a bit more tan than the other, it was as if my wife was making out with the mirror.

As I watched, I noticed my wife’s hand rubbing up and down on her friends crotch as she refused to stop licking her now obviously erect nipple. Her mouth dripping with her saliva, my wife looked at me, licked her friends tit and then in the most sexually explosive way, licked her lips to clean them of her own spit which she had loosed on her friend. She stood up, shirt fully unbuttoned, took her friend by the hand and led her to our king sized bed.

Not knowing what to do, I locked all the doors, turned what was left of the house lights and went to the bedroom. There I found my wife, no shirt, no bra and straddling her friend. Her hands on both sides of her friends head moving her face as she wanted. She kissed her neck, licked her ears and sucked on her tongue as her naked top rubbed all over her friends still clad front. I looked in the mirror and watched my wife entangle her fingers in her friends hair as she now moaned into her lovers mouth.

I left to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming in the middle of a work meeting while co-workers watched and laughed at my fantasy. It was real. It was really happening. Every mans fantasy was there at my touch. To stall, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of bottles of water for the girls to have when they finished. No longer a joke; no longer a game; I approached my bedroom with my lovers entwined.

Now her friend was atop and my wife struggled to undo her bra. Being the gentleman I am, I approached the two and undid her bra for her. My wife slowly removed her friends bra as her friend slowly raised above her, straddling my wife’s thighs and uncovered a marvelous pair of breasts. My wife rose to a semi sitting position and began to gently and elbistan escort tenderly lick her friends nipples. She caressed her back and let her hands slip under the beltline of her friends shorts.

Eagerly her friend helped her remove her own shorts, and then gingerly and seductively slipped out of her purple thong giving my wife a show she couldn’t pay for to see at the titty bar. Her friend slowly rubbed between her thighs and molded her own breast as my wife watched. I stared in amazement as the two began to tease one anothers tongues and gently and so very carefully tend to their partners bodies. Never had I imagined the intensity and the tenderness that two women could show one another.

As I watched intently, I took notes as to how her friend could make my wife squirm and moan. My wife wiggled slowly as her friend ran her hand down the front of the pants that only I had been in before, and moaned deeply as her friend began to massage her clit. That lasted for only seconds as my wife’s pants were soon ripped from her body exposing her nakedness. A nakedness I considered all my own. Now, I was sharing it with another, a woman, a sensual, sexy, naked and visibly wet woman. Her friend began to lap at her pussy and to eat her with an almost unraveled passion. Until that moment, I had thought I was the only person alive who could make my wife squirm with passion. The sounds became louder, the movements wilder and the frenzy of hands more uncontrolled. I watched as my wife fondled her own breasts, teasing and squeezing her nipples. Running her fingers through the hair of the female who was buried between her thighs. As I surveyed the scene, I saw her friend fingering herself and felt an overwhelming desire to lick her pussy as her ass was swaying high in the air. I watched as she inserted a finger in and out of her dripping puss and found myself leaning her way. As I turned back I saw my wife smiling at me, sucking on a finger and rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

With that, my wife took over. Not a controlling woman, I had watched her orchestrate the entire event from start to finish. She rolled her friend over and found her way between her friend’s thighs as if she had done it thousands of times before. She licked with a passion as her friend moaned her name and directed her to her hot spots. It was if my wife was starving and the source of life lay between her friends thighs. Hands switched back and forth from hair, to breasts, to thighs to tongues. It was nothing beyond unimaginable the sensuality that filled the room. Her friend seemed to be in total ecstasy and my wife seemed to feed on every moan, every flex of her friends muscle. What a vision.

Being a paranoid guy, I heard a noise and went to the window to check it out. Nothing was outside and the sound most likely came from inside my head. As I looked down, my wife’s friend half opened her eyes and grabbed ahold of my swelling crotch. I looked down her now sweat covered body taking in her lips, her neck, her nipples and breasts, her stomach and finally locked eyes with my wife who was once again licking her lips only now tasting the juice from her friend. My wife smiled and nodded.

I reached down and encompassed her friends jaw with my open hand. As I leaned forward her friend lifted her head to meet mine. Her sweet taste was overflowing in her mouth and I did all I could to suck as much of it out as physically possible. It had been years since I had battled with anothers tongue in the way we did that night. I found her breasts with my eyes closed and began to massage them more aggressively than did my wife. Her friend groped and grabbed for my zipper. I am still not sure how but within seconds she had my shorts off and was stroking my hard throbbing cock as eagerly as my wife ate her pussy.

Afraid of not being able to control myself, I pulled away and looked at my wife.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“I want you to make her cum”

With that, I went to the end of the bed, crawled up next to my wife and together we licked her friends thighs, knees, stomach and finally I got to taste her honey. She was totally shaved and smooth. Her puss was ready and wet. She flexed her ass as if it was an invitation to be fucked with all my force, all my might. My wife guided my head in and I began to lick her swollen clit. It wasn’t as swollen as my wife’s clit gets but that didn’t matter. I was eating the pussy of another woman at my wife’s request. I looked up her body to see the two of the smooth beautiful women kissing passionately, feeling each others body and listened to their moans. I licked with all I had. Her friend grinded and pushed her pussy into my mouth. Her hips raised erciş escort off the bed and her thighs squeezed my ears.

I thought I must have been doing a good job as I looked up and saw her breathing frantically as my wife enveloped her nipple with her mouth. I could hear the sucking noises coming from my wifes mouth and could see her friends knuckles whiten as she pushed my wifes head tighter and tighter to her swollen breasts. They tongue fucked again and again as I tried to keep up with her gyrating hips. She reached down and forced my head into her pussy while she did the same to my wifes head to her breast.

“Please let your husband fuck me.”

She was begging to be fucked. To be fucked by another womans husband while she was present. My wife quieted her begging by covering her friends mouth with her own. When I heard her friend again beg to be fucked, I looked up and saw my wife nod and close her eyes.

“Fuck me, Fuck me please.”

Unsure of what to do, I continued to nibble on her clit and finger her tight pussy. My thumb rested on her even tighter pink hole. She continued to push into my face and onto my thumb. I knew my wife loved to have a finger in her ass when I ate her so her friend surely would like the same…

“Tell your husband to fuck me.”

“He knows, he knows.”

“I want him to fuck me and then I want to watch him fuck you, his wife.”

At that point, my wife took her hand, inserted a finger into her friends pussy and then into my mouth. I raised quickly, grabbed her friends knees and pulled her into me. With one swift move I penetrated another womans pussy and arched in pleasure. All three of us moaned in unison. My wife, smiling like a banshee, closed her eyes and began to fondle her friends nipples. She tugged easily on them while she kissed her neck and ears. I couldn’t hear what they were whispering, but it was making her friend hotter and wetter. Her hips bucked even harder. Never before had I felt a grasp so tightly around my rib cage. Her friend was pulling me deeper and deeper into her with thrusts I almost couldn’t match. She was fucking me and there was no way I could have pulled out.

“YES, YES, FUCK ME LIKE THAT!”

“Maker her cum for me honey. Make her cum then come fuck me even harder!”

Lost in the frenzy of words, sights and smells, I exploded into her friends sopping pussy. “Damnit!” was all I could think. That wasn’t nearly long enough. It didn’t matter because our bodies continued in unison and I stayed as hard as I was. My wife smiled again as if she knew I had just filled her friends wet puss.

“FUCK ME HARD! MAKE ME CUM!”

With that remark, I watched as my naked wife climbed atop her friend and kissed her even more passionately than before. She pinned her hands down above her head and began to sway in unison with us. There I was, making love to someone I once thought unattainable while staring at my wife ass sticking in the air. Her friend locked even tighter and pulled even harder. Her hand quickly clasped onto my wifes back. We interlocked fingers as I heard my wife whispering,

“Who’s your bitch, who’s your bitch?”

This is what my wife says when she wants me to lose all abandon and take her as if there was never another chance for her to feel a man inside her. Her friend moaned louder and louder as did my wife. Both women moaning and sweating together was more than I could bear. My wifes ass flexed and she began to shudder. At the same time, her friend began to climax, her inner walls squeezing my shaft and drawing me even deeper into her. Her grip on my hand became as tight as any mans ever had when trying to prove who was tougher than the other. I grabbed my wifes hips and pumped with all my might. My sweat dripping onto her naked flesh. I grabbed a handful

of her hair and pulled her head back as they both continued to cum and writhe in pleasure. Harder and Harder and Harder until I could only fall to the side of her friend, the three of us moaning and dripping in sweat.

I still wasn’t satisfied. Her friend lying and flinching intermittently, I crawled over between my wifes thighs and began to lick her in just the right way. Immediately her friend began to rub her breasts and lick on her nipples. I instructed her as to how my wife likes to be pleasured and she followed in perfect harmony. Within seconds my wife had one hand on each of our heads and pressing them into her as far and as hard as she could. I looked up and directed her friend to suck and nibble on her nipple as quickly as she could. Her friend moaned into her breast as my wife came with more intensity than she had in quite some time. Her legs squeezed my ears hard enough that I thought my head would pop. Moans escaped her throat with unconscious strength. She shuddered into both of our arms and was lost in a sea of licking and kissing and sucking.

As I rose from her now sopping thighs, I was blessed to see my two beauties engaged in one last long kiss. A fantasy come true that now clouds my every waking thought.

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The majority of the short scenes I write are done as requests for people after we have chatted on-line or they have contacted me after reading something already posted. The story below is one such request from a couple that I have recently been chatting with. SSeams95 my apologies for the delay but this one is for you and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Elle, Her Husband, Her Friend a Lover and Another

Elle, freshly showered, sat at her dresser wrapped in her favourite pamper me supersized towel with a thoughtful expression creasing her brow. She could hear Jay downstairs pottering about and knew it wouldn’t be long before he was upstairs wanting to get ready himself. They were going for a night out with Rob, his girlfriend, and old school friend of Elle, Suzanne along with John who they had been chatting to for several months on-line.

Rob was a long-time friend of Jay’s and they had regular get-togethers at various times throughout the year; Jay was adamant that he had a little crush on Elle and took every opportunity to tease her that every time he looked over Rob was eyeing up her gorgeous legs and arse. Elle was quite proud of her legs, slender and shapely she thought they looked great in stockings and was quietly chuffed if he was a little fixated and thought it best not to let on to Jay that she might like a little more than looking, and from more than just Rob.

It had been at their last regular get-together that Rob had introduced Suzanne as his girlfriend. Suffice to say the two gents had been surprised when Elle and Suzanne instantly recognised each other as old school friends and it didn’t take long for the dynamic duo to be back in full flow teasing the lads throughout the night; as various stories came out it was revealed that the two girls had spent most of their teens remorselessly teasing the local boys.

Elle looked at her latest dress hanging on the back of the door; it was a little black number that sat just above the knee with a double zip up the front that could be undone from the top or bottom and was highlighted by a belt round the middle with gold style buckle that hid where the zips met; this was matched with a pair of patent black heels with a gold accent and metallic stiletto heel that still managed to scream come fuck me whilst still being comfortable enough to wear throughout the night. The problem she was having was deciding what exactly to wear underneath it.

Several weeks ago Suzanne had dropped in and, as ladies are wont to do, the discussion got around to shopping, sex and, by convoluted routes, lingerie in particular. It turned out they had both developed a love of stockings and suspenders and so Elle had introduced her friend to a well-known stockings retail site she used; they had spent the afternoon perusing and buying a variety of suspender belts, stockings and lingerie sets. On a whim Elle had even pointed out the forum section where people chatted, shared knowledge and posted the occasional stockings related photo.

‘That’s it,’ she thought and reached for the phone to ring Suzanne.

After several rings a slightly breathless voice answered, ‘Hi Suzanne here.’

‘Hi Suzanne, Elle here, hope I didn’t disturb you?’

‘No worries, just dived out of the shower, what’s up? Everything still good for tonight I hope?’

Elle looked at herself in the mirror, ‘Yeah, still on but I’m struggling to decide what to wear under my dress!’

Suzanne thought she could detect a little catch in her friends voice that she hadn’t heard since those teenage years, ‘Fancy teasing the boys a little tonight do you?’, she asked almost on instinct.

‘Hmmm yeah, a little, but what in, that’s the problem?’

‘Well, to be fair, I had been thinking along the same lines. Rob has been driving me mad about some of this stuff I bought off that stockings place and this might be the perfect opportunity for a little show and some pay back!’ She knew her friend well and suspected that if Elle was already planning some teasing she wouldn’t turn that idea down.

Elle gave a little giggle, ‘OK, should be great, that purple and black number you got should look stunning and with the right dress will be perfect for teasing Rob!’

‘Ooh yeah, I have just the thing; don’t you forget that red and black set with the matching stockings either. And it won’t just be Rob being teased we should go all out and make sure the three of them hardly know where to look by the end of the night, OK?’

Elle could just picture the impish grin spreading across Suzanne’s face, ‘OK I’m game and you obviously are, ready for 8ish?’

‘Yeah, see you soon. I need to get off now to sort a few things out and I need to get dry!’

Feeling more giddy and lightheaded than she had in years Elle reached down to her lingerie drawer, the special drawer where she kept her favourite sets for those occasions and events that required a little bit of extra dörtyol escort attention, and pulled out the Roza Rufina box that Suzanne had mentioned.

The set consisted of a four strap suspender belt, bra and thong, she had matched it with a set of deep black stockings with a flesh coloured band below the welt and highlighted with a stylised rose on the front and back. The set itself was red satin and black lace with highlights of red bows.

Dropping the towel to the floor she reached for the suspender belt and stepped into it, carefully pulling it up and adjusting to her midriff; one of the things she always liked was the feel of free suspender straps moving against the skin of her thighs, it always got her heart racing a little. Next she unpacked the stockings and laid them out beside her on the bed before reaching for the bra; it felt really luxurious, you could tell the quality of the set from the fabric and she slipped it into place and adjusted the cups so that it performed the ‘push-up’ function to its full potential.

Standing up Elle took a minute to admire herself in the mirror, long shapely legs and bottom framed by just a red and black suspender belt and pert breasts nicely displayed in their cups, ‘Not too bad at all,’ she thought. She reached for a stocking and carefully rolling it up rested her foot on the stool and eased the nylon over it, gently caressing her skin as she unrolled it along the length of her leg before ensuring any creases were teased out and taking the time to attach the top to the suspender belt, repeating the action for the other leg.

Then reached out for the tiny thong, she wasn’t really a lover of a thong but definitely had the feeling tonight was the night if ever, stepping delicately into it she pulled it up over her thighs and adjusted it for comfort. She was feeling naughty and knew wearing the thong over her stockings would allow her to keep them on later for Jay when they got home, glancing again in the mirror she was also a little shocked at how little of her freshly shaved pussy it seemed to cover.

Next came the dress and this was so much easier, the zips were taken all the way down and Elle bit her lip as she inadvertently thought how it would feel to have Jay and another strip her out of it to reveal her new lingerie, she stepped into it and wriggling it carefully over her hips she slipped it over her shoulders and zipped the lower half down with the upper half up before buckling the belt. She smoothed it down with her hands loving the feel of the bumps from her suspender and stockings under the fabric. Still feeling slightly naughty she unzipped the dress from the top and ensured that just a glimpse of the satin and lace bra was showing, then on a whim took up the bottom zip 2 or 3 inches, knowing this would allow a good glimpse of stocking and thigh to show, and finished off the ensemble with a pendant chain that nestled quite nicely and drew the eye to her, now highly visible, cleavage. She stepped into her heels and grabbed her little clutch bag from the side just as she heard Jay bounding up the stairs.

Jay stood in the doorway admiring his wife, she looked absolutely stunning in a figure hugging black number, he remembered her showing him this dress when she got it home and thought at the time how good it would look on her, ‘Wow, looking stunning Elle. What’s the occasion?’

Elle, gave a little twirl, ‘Oh I don’t know, maybe us girls just want to give you guys a treat tonight. You like it then?’

A sly grin spread across Jays face and a cheeky wink followed, ‘Like it, I love it, and if that dress rides too high so will Rob! What’s underneath it then aside from those stockings?’

Blushing slightly Elle responded, ‘Pack it in you or I might just flash him for the fun of it,’ giving him a poke in the ribs, ‘Oh, and you’ll find out what’s underneath later if you behave. Now get yourself sorted and I’ll get us a drink before the taxi gets here.’

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The taxi pulled up outside the Italian restaurant on the High Street and Elle went to get out on the pavement side as Jay paid the driver; she couldn’t help noticing the admiring glances she got from the small crowd heading off down to the nearby pub and deliberately allowed her dress to ride up a little higher on her thigh as she slid out.

Jay had paid the driver and got out of the cab when he heard the wolf whistle from the group moving away from them; moving around the back of the cab he just caught the final adjustment of the dress as Elle composed herself, ‘Having fun already minx, and without me?’

Straightening up, Elle took his offered arm and with an innocent expression said, ‘Who? Me? I have no idea what you mean!’

‘Yeah right, come on, I’m sure Rob and Suzanne will be on drink number two by now.’

Suzanne had been sat at the bar swapping a bit of banter with Rob and an introductory düziçi escort interrogation of John who had arrived shortly after them. She’d been enjoying a little casual teasing of them both, just basic friendly stuff to her eyes, like ensuring when she perched on the bar stool the split in the front of her dress parted just right to allow them both a full view of stocking leg, deep lacy tops and thigh. She had already caught John glancing down, not a surprise as Elle had mentioned he frequented the stockings chatroom, and with Rob leaning back against the bar her legs were almost trapped between the two of them. She had taken the opportunity to quite brazenly ensure as she tensed and fidgeted in her seat that her thigh gave him a little rub in all the right places.

She knew instantly when Jay and Elle arrived without needing to look, ‘Put your eyes back in Rob,’ she grinned, ‘I am assuming that’s them just pitched up?’

John’s head swung round like it was on a swivel and just caught a glimpse of a sexy stocking leg being covered by a lovely zip front dress as Elle attempted to cover up, though the act wasn’t particularly convincing even to him.

‘Yeah that’s them,’ chuckled Rob, ‘Elle gave those lads quite a show!’

Suzanne caught the eye of Elle as they walked in the door and waved her over as Jay spoke briefly to the lady dealing with the bookings. Standing up she gave her a big hug at the bar, ‘You look stunning and I hear from this reprobate that you’ve already been flashing?’

‘Oh, I thought nobody had seen!’ Elle looked round sheepishly, ‘I hope you weren’t looking too much?’

Rob gave back a cheeky grin, ‘Nah not me, not polite that you know, to ogle ladies as they adjust themselves in public. Mind you John here hardly saw anything at all!’

Elle turning to look at John and allowed the split in her skirt to part as she twisted, ‘Well we can’t have that can we? I’m sure you’ll get your chance!’

John reached out giving Elle a quick hug, and as his hand slid down the curve of her back and over her hip he could feel the definite outline of suspender and straps, ‘Well that would be much appreciated and thanks for having me over. Four or six strap Elle?’

Elle blushed slightly and Suzanne chuckled under her breath, ‘Four you cheeky blighter!’

‘Oi, put the wife down John and get me a pint in! The table is ready and we can go through anytime.’ Jay approached them through the crowd and on reaching the bar shook hands with Rob and John whilst giving Suzanne a big hug, ‘Looking good Suzanne, gorgeous dress and it looks like nylon is the thing this evening for you two girls.’

Suzanne thought to herself, looking fine there yourself Jay, and whilst casting a knowing glance at Elle, let the flirting begin, ‘Well at least you didn’t try to cop a cheeky feel, not that I would have minded of course.’

All three guys looked at each other and Jay groaned, ‘Oh no, it’s going to be another of those nights!’

Suzanne perched herself back on her stool, the fold of her dress draping off her leg to briefly show a full glorious expanse of lacy black stocking top, creamy white thigh and taut suspender strap, ‘Oh you bet it is,’ she muttered taking hold of Elle’s hand, ‘We’re going to love it aren’t we Elle?’

‘We surely are.’

Just then the young waiter pitched up and, while staring but trying desperately not to seem to be, announced the table was ready if they would like to be seated.

Rob helped Suzanne down off her perch and while the guys grabbed the drinks off the bar she and Elle spun to the waiter, ‘Lead the way gorgeous!’ as they set off after him.

The three of them took a long moment to admire the view of those curvaceous bottoms swaying off down the aisle between bar and tables and John said, ‘Christ this is going to be a long, but I think fun filled evening!’

Jay and Rob laughed while Jay replied, ‘Yeah I am not entirely sure what’s got into Elle but she is in a really feisty and playful mood, you never know Rob tonight she might not mind a sneaky glance or two!’ as he slapped him on the back and then set John off following the ladies.

When they managed to catch up at the table Elle was already squeezed into the booth, Suzanne seemed to have taken charge of the seating plan and indicated that Rob should take the seat on the end next to Elle, ‘John, as the single fella and actually probably the only ‘proper’ guest, you sit in there between Elle and me and Jay can drop on the end next to me.’

Jay looked round the table at everyone, ‘Well this is novel, out with the wife and we end up on opposite sides of the table and I’m sat next to,’ glancing sideways with that cheeky grin, ‘apologies Suzanne, the second sexiest woman out tonight!’

‘Ooh you cheeky twat!’ Suzanne squealed, with a twinkle in her eye she slapped a hand down on his thigh, giving a squeeze and deliberately leaving her hand there a edremit escort little longer than required, ‘Understandable though it was, I will have to make you pay for that later!’

Elle watched as her friend carried the flirting on at the table, she was a bit surprised that Suzanne had gone straight for Jay but not disappointed. She noted the glance he shot her way and tried to make sure nothing in her manner suggested she was in anyway upset.

Inwardly the butterflies had started and she felt the first stirrings of true arousal as she began to imagine whether she dared to take this casual flirting fun to the next level; all her private thoughts about sex with multiple partners, bodies pressed close together, touching, sliding, writhing in pleasure; would Jay be up for it? She knew he had fantasies of his own of course but they had never discussed this, for that matter what the hell would Suzanne say about being used to distract Jay so Elle could have the other two to herself?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Rob, ‘Come on, order some food, what do you girls fancy?’

Elle immediately glanced up at Suzanne and the decidedly naughty looking smile that spread across her face inspired her, ‘Any dish with a hot, white, creamy sauce and personally I fancy a really bad for you dessert, perhaps something that requires sharing amongst the group!’

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, blushing furiously, even as she uttered the words; Suzanne burst into fits of giggles and Jay just sat there with his mouth open then also started laughing. Elle nearly yelped in shock as she felt not one but two hands drop down onto her thighs. She glanced at John who sat smiling while running a finger down the menu as a finger on his other hand traced her stocking top under the table. Meanwhile Rob let his hand rest lightly, as high as decency would allow, and said, ‘Why Elle, I didn’t know you were that way inclined!’

The whole group collapsed into laughter as the table waiter approached; food and wine was ordered and as Elle glanced around she noticed neither men had removed their hands from her legs, if anything they were quietly stroking her inner thighs and she leaned forward a little in her seat to allow her dress to rise that little bit higher.

She also couldn’t help noticing that Suzanne wasn’t touching her drink and was flitting between questions with John and Jay while her hands had disappeared down to her sides. Elle was convinced she had a hand on each of their legs.

The latest round of flirting came to an end as the food arrived but Elle now fully intended to make sure they all went back to theirs afterwards for drinks as she seriously wanted to see how far she could take this night and if she was ever to explore that fantasy now was the time.

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Elle stood in the kitchen getting some drinks for everybody and could hear the rest of them giggling and laughing away in the lounge, but she had been a little disappointed with the rest of the meal. It wasn’t the food or the company, both of which were exceptional, it was simply that things didn’t seem to progress in the way she had wanted. Biting her lip and feeling that stomach clenching feeling again as thoughts flashed through her mind of exactly how much she had wanted it to proceed in a particular way.

Yes, there had been some more flirting, plenty of saucy remarks and innuendo and both she and Suzanne had undoubtedly been up to the same things under the table, ensuring hands, thighs and hips touched and rubbed at every possible opportunity; oh and of course more obligatory stockings flashes. The teasing of the young waiter, with ample of cleavage on show as he reached for plates, had been particularly entertaining.

There had even been the expected titter and teasing of her as Rob took control of dessert and ordered a large bowl of ice cream and three spoons, thus ensuring that everybody in the group ended up ‘sharing’ the bowl and a spoon. Unfortunately it had all seemed to relax into just a group of friends having fun and a good time.

The taxi ride home had been a slightly different affair; one of those black hansom cabs like they have in London meant that Elle and Suzanne managed to get the seats facing away from the driver while the lads all piled into the long seat facing the ladies. Somehow Rob and Jay ended up opposite each other’s partners whilst John settled for the middle and a view of everything.

Elle hadn’t taken long to notice Rob looking down at her legs and took the opportunity to stretch them out on the pretence of smoothing her stockings and made sure that she hitched her dress a little higher as her hands swept slowly back up. She also couldn’t help noticing that Suzanne was doing exactly the same to Jay and he seemed to be particularly enjoying himself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heels clicking towards the kitchen and turned just as Suzanne entered, ‘Come on Elle, we’re gagging for a drink out here and I can’t keep these lads entertained on my own you know!’

Elle couldn’t help herself, laughing out loud she quipped back, ‘Be fun to see you try though! Jay certainly got an eyeful in the cab didn’t he?’

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18 – Molly, the Neighbor’s Wife

Three months later on a Sunday morning Dutch found himself alone reading the headline of the morning newspaper, “JFK Jr. Missing at Sea.” He scanned the article.

A Grim Search read the headline in the L. A. Times –

The morning after the plane belonging to the successor of John F. Kennedy’s legacy was due to arrive on Martha’s Vineyard along with his wife and her sister in a private plane bound for the Kennedy family compound. Their party was to attend a wedding.

Everyone was at Kathy’s softball game. ‘Such a waste of life,’ he thought, and put the paper down, stood up and stretched. He had promised Rosa that he’d do something about repairing the run down fence separating Rosa’s house from the one next door.

This seemed as good a time as any and so after ambling out to the garage and locating the necessary tools, he made several long overdue minor repairs to the fence. Afterward he decided to give the fence a primer coat and finish the job off over the course of the following week. He rummaged around the garage and found some primer and a couple of usable brushes.

Dutch thought he might as well get some sun and peeled off his shirt and began applying the primer coat to the fence. Twenty minutes into the job he reminded himself to consider the temperature before tackling a job like this again. Still he consoled himself with the fact that the pool was there for him if he got to hot. He decided to quit early anyway.

Pausing to admire his finished product, he opened a beer and took a long gulp. As he put the beer down on the ground, he heard the backdoor slam shut next door. This was followed by the sound of feminine feet clop-clopping across the patio and the screeching noise of a chaise lounge being dragged over concrete. Dutch primed the next two boards before noticing the knothole two boards over.

Always curious about females, he positioned himself in front of the hole and peered through it. The neighbor’s wife was lying out about twenty feet from him, facing Dutch, her eyes closed. He searched his memory for her name and came up empty. He recalled meeting the husband, a frail looking guy, who if Dutch remembered was an accountant at the local bank.

For a second or two, he wondered if she could possibly look up and see his eye staring at her. Then he shrugged it off, ‘fuck her,’ he thought, ‘I’m painting the fucking fence, she comes out in that bikini and I happen to catch a glimpse, so what?’ He looked her over. ‘Not bad though,’ he said to himself, ‘great legs, a brief enough bikini, flat stomach. That guy’s got a nice piece of ass going for him.’

For the first time he realized he was getting a woody, and was wondering how he could strike up a conversation with her when he accidentally kicked the can of primer over. “Damn it!” He roared, pissed at his clumsiness. Quickly he knelt down and tried to salvage as much of the primer as possible, dipping the brush into it and slapping it on the fence.

Her voice froze him in his tracks, “Now that’s even better than Tom Sawyer’s routine.”

He looked up and she was standing, peering over the fence at him. It was only then that it occurred to him that her yard had a higher elevation than his.

“Oh, hi,” he said trying not to let his embarrassment show. “I’m just a klutz I suppose.”

“No, I don’t think so,” she replied. “Every time I paint something I manage to spill paint where I shouldn’t. In fact, my husband . . . his name is Arnold . . . well, he’s told me not to even pick up a paintbrush.”

Dutch smiled at her. “If you tell him about this, he’ll probably tell me the same thing.”

She returned his smile with a nervous grin. “No fear of that happening,” she said and finally managed a smile, “he’s hardly ever around here anyways.”

Rising to his feet, Dutch looked over the fence at her. ‘Jesus,’ he thought, ‘she’s got a great set of tits.’ “My name’s Dutch. I’m going out with Rosa.”

“I thought as much,” she said. “My name’s Molly, Molly Reeves. I don’t really know Rosa. I mean, we’ve met and all, but we haven’t had an opportunity to get to know one another yet. I . . . err, don’t get out much.”

“Well we can rectify that,” he said. “There’s a steak burning contest going on over here around seven tonight. Why not drop by? I’ll tell the ladies to expect you.”

“That’s very kind of you. I might just do that. I do hate eating alone.”

“Your hus . . . I mean Arnold, won’t he be coming too?”

“I seriously doubt it. He’ll most likely be at the club.”

“Too bad,” he said obviously not meaning it.

“Say,” Molly said, pursing her lips, “by any chance do you know anything about pool filters?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ours is acting up and . . . well he’s not here and I’d hoped to get a swim in.”

“Let me take a look,” Dutch said and easily vaulted over the fence, landing cat-like on his feet.

Molly watched him land, absorbing his masculinity and felt a tingle in her loins. “Impressive!” demre escort She said and reminded herself to take a breath.

He stared at her bunched up tits, barely constrained by her halter. “Very.” He said softly, but loud enough for Molly to hear. She flushed as they sauntered over to the pool and the filtering mechanism.

“Here,” she pointed and bent over. Dutch hung back enough to enjoy seeing the taut bikini bottom form a vacuum and get drawn up into the crack of her ass. Shifting his position to garner a look down into her ample cleavage, he was pleased to see one of her aureole completely exposed to his view. Taking a deep breath himself, he knelt next to her and after a short struggle managed to open the clogged trap and clean it of the debris, made sure it was functioning and closed the filtering trap.

When he stood up he discovered Molly staring at his erection. Jerking her eyes away, Molly spoke to him in a very sultry tone.

“Would you like another beer? I have a couple on ice . . . err, in the fridge.”

His eyes remained on her breasts as he answered, “If it’s no trouble and you join me.”

“Sure. Be right back.” He followed her as she retreated to her home, her ass providing a little extra wiggle as she walked.

Molly was back with two ice cold beers very quickly. Dutch noticed her nipples were a bit more evident through the stretchy fabric of her bikini top. Handing him one, she sat down on the lounge chair and invited him to sit down beside her.

“Will it hold the two of us?’ He asked with a grin.

“It can hold three people,” she said matter of factly waving her hand about.

“Oh, then you’ve tested it out?” He said, grinning at her. Molly went crimson after realizing his meaning. She convinced herself he meant no harm. She was admiring his white teeth and thinking about them being applied to her, in various erotic ways when her errant hand came in contact with his rampant member.

“Oh!” She said.

“Oh!” He said.

They tried to laugh it off, but her nipples gave her away. She blushed even deeper wondering just where this was going. Dutch glanced down at his crotch and saw the pre-cum spot spreading over the porous material of his shorts. Molly saw it too.

He took a long drink of his beer.

She licked her lips, hoping he’d make a move on her.

Nothing happened.

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He was trying to determine when the women would return to the house when Molly said, “Maybe we’d be more comfortable inside.” That convinced him she wanted it and he rose to his feet, his hardon obvious to both. “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” he said hoarsely and followed her inside.

In the kitchen, Molly was placing her beer on the countertop when he moved against her, pressing his seething cock into her ass. She moaned, but remained still. His left hand crossed her chest to her right breast and cupped it. Molly responded by pressing her hips backwards and rotating them a bit as she bit her lip in excitement.

He was thumbing her turgid nipple through the fabric of her bikini top when she managed to stammer, “I . . . I was watching this movie earlier. May . . . maybe you’d watch it with me?”

Jabbing his erection into the crack of her ass, he said, “Why not?”

They moved to the large couch in the living room. Molly picked up the remote, switched on a porno movie in which a large, very well endowed black man was being blown by a pretty blonde.

“You’ve got great tits,” he said removing one from her halter and studying it.

“You really think so?” Molly was obviously in need of some compliments.

“Oh yeah,” and he leaned forward to take her nipple into his mouth.

Molly moaned as he bit down on it.

On the television screen, the blonde was running her hands over her breasts, milking them upwards, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples.

Molly’s fingertips were tracing the outline of his fat prick, still encased in his shorts.

“Take your clothes off, Molly,” he whispered to her right ear.

Reaching behind her in that graceful manner women have, she opened the knot with one hand, relaxed and hunched her shoulders a bit and the skimpy top fell off, dropping into Dutch’s lap.

“Everything,” He rasped hoarsely, “everything.”

He took in her breasts. They were huge, hanging ever so slightly from their weight. Her areole the size of a silver dollar, eraser sized nipples fully erect, begging to be bitten over and over.

Raising her hips and placing her thumbs into the bikini bottoms, Molly managed to remove them; and using her left foot, flung them away.

“Now you!” She gasped her voice husky and her eyes smoky. But he kissed her instead, feeling her lips vibrate with another muffled moan. One of Molly’s hands slipped into his shorts and began to rub his member as their hungry tongues probed with almost desperate need.

On the screen, the blonde still had one hand working on her breasts. Her other hand derince escort was now playing with her belly, pubic hair, and, every once in a while, dipping down to rub along her downy slit as she eagerly sucked on the longest dick Dutch had ever seen.

“Please,” Molly pleaded, “let me have it. I have to have it in my mouth like she does.”

He couldn’t take much more anyway and wrested his shorts off, kicking them away and ironically, they landed on top of her bikini bottoms. His thick, eight-inch cock sprang free from its confinement and stood pointing upward. Molly’s breasts lightly brushed against his genitalia as she reached for it. Then grasping it with both hands, Molly began a slow jerking motion on his prick, and after thoroughly coating the head of his member with a combination of pre-cum and her own saliva, she leaned further and blew a hot, wet breath along the length of it.

His cock jerked involuntarily.

Molly was grinning as she gazed up at him. The grin turned wickedly evil as she took just the tip of it into her mouth, and swirling her tongue around the rest of his cock head, twittered around the sensitive ridge. His hips flexed involuntarily and his massive cock jumped again.

She laughed. “You have the most delightful cock,” she murmured nibbling around his testicles. Dutch moaned and Molly took the length of him into her warm, moist, mouth. He had already classified her as a great cocksucker, even before she’d really got going on him.

“And you can really suck a cock.”

“Your cock, maybe!” she croaked, breathing with difficulty between her urgent slurping and wet sucks.

He looked down past her fair-haired head and saw from the movement of her hips that she was working on herself, too. “Your fingers are busy too.” He said hoarsely. He could also see the TV above her head, the black stud was ass-fucking the blonde, who apparently loved every stroke he was hammering into her.

Molly ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and then engulfed him, taking about five inches of him into her throat. He raised his arms and shook off his T-shirt.

“Mmmmmm!” She slurped.

He realized he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Molly increased her suction. “Mmmmmm!”

Dutch could feel a pleasant tightening of his stomach muscles. Between gasps of pleasure and involuntary thrusts into Molly’s mouth, he told her he was getting ready to come. She responded by squeezing his balls and taking him further into her mouth, using her tongue in still more delightful convolutions.

Now he was actively fucking her mouth. With both hands on her head, clenching and pulling her blond hair, getting closer and closer to the edge; he could feel his balls pulling in to his body in anticipation of what wasn’t far away. Molly finally pushed him over the edge by running her tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge on his cockhead. Dutch thrust spasmodically against her mouth and held her head tightly as he started spurting down her throat. Molly didn’t even try to move away; she just kept sucking on his cock, swallowing its load, and draining the last of the sperm from him.

After he had collapsed back on the couch and was idly caressing her hair, Molly let his softening cock slip from her mouth and moved up to kiss him. She hadn’t swallowed all of his jizm; he tasted himself as their tongues entwined.

Wanting nothing more than to make Molly come herself, Dutch nibbled on her ear, planted little kisses in her hair, on the nape of her neck, in the hollow of her throat and on her shoulders, doing his best to drive her crazy. She shuddered and moaned, then stopped him and turned around. Her breasts were red from his attention and her face was flushed.

“Wait,” she said, then turned around and bent over, giving him a wonderful view of her gorgeous ass and puckered sphincter. Her breasts he saw only as two globes hanging partially in view between her legs. He could also see her pussy, puffy with arousal, surrounded by lightly colored downy pubic hair. Many of those hairs had tiny droplets of Molly’s juices hanging from them, a sight that turned him on again.

As he felt himself lengthening once more, Molly licked a finger and then placed it between her legs and touching her sphincter. After lightly rubbing around the rim of her asshole, she pressed inward then ran her finger forward, bisecting her swollen lips.

After licking her finger clean, she ran the finger along her puffy labia and into her slit again, this time pressing a bit deeper, a bit harder. Dutch couldn’t stand watching her any longer and therefore got up and pulled her back down on the couch. Molly’s questing fingers felt his arousal and squeezed him hard. He bit one nipple and tugged on the other, causing her to yelp aloud with satisfaction. Quickly he sent a questing finger into her dripping cunt.

She shuddered, but moved away from his finger. At first, Dutch didn’t understand, but her motive soon became apparent as the fingertips didim escort of both hands wandered down his chest and stomach. When she reached his navel, Dutch’s elongated prick slipped in between her breasts and bumped along her sternum.

After slapping her turgid nipples and breasts with his prick and hearing her whimper with anticipation, he bent to suckle them. Then using the very tip of his tongue and licking broad, rough swathes over her aureole, he enticed her nipples to new heights. Molly grasped his head and hugged it roughly against her chest. Dutch played windshield wiper, first licking the right nipple, then the left.

Molly began to writhe. She attempted to force his head downward, but lacked the strength to do so. However he got the message and was soon kissing and licking his way across her abdomen. Her pelvis arched upward to meet his tongue and fingers. And as soon as she felt his fingers upon her, Molly began massaging her breasts.

Intuitively, Dutch knew Molly hadn’t been laid in a while and was desperate for a wholesome fucking. ‘Could he make her a regular piece of ass?’ he wondered while caressing her inner thighs.

She was moaning deliriously now, her legs spread lewdly as he moved his fingers in and out of her. He continued to tease her, spreading her labia with two fingers while continuing to probe her cunt with two others. He brought his mouth close to her drooling cunt and kissed the top of her mons. Molly’s entire body was trembling and she kept moaning softly. He was glad they had moved inside and although he didn’t know it, so was Molly.

‘I’m, so hot . . . I must be a slut,’ she thought. ‘I should have stayed outside and the world could be watching as he fucks me.’ She trembled at the thought. ‘What’s the matter with me? Oh, oh, oh, I need him in me!’

At that precise moment, he blew gently upon her wetness and saw her clit pop free of its hooded sheath.

He breathed on her again and noted the contraction of her stomach muscles. Her moaning intensified. Her fingernails were dug into the cushions so fiercely the material was close to bursting from the pressure. He took his finger from her cunt and stuck it up her ass and listened as her breath whooshed out, followed by a slow, excruciating inhalation. Molly wriggled her ass trying to gain even deeper penetration.

He established an alternating rhythm, first pressing his finger into her hole then sending another finger on a probe of her juicy cunt. Satisfied with himself, he bent his head close and traced his tongue through her pubic hair. Molly jerked upright and pressed his head tightly against her, an indication that she was clearly enjoying the sensations.

Her hips were rocking back and forth, gradually picking up speed. When he fastened his lips to her nipple and hummed, Molly’s sporadic moans turned to a crescendo of unending groans and pleadings for him to please fuck her, please suck her, now!

Dutch continued to finger-fuck her ass and cunt while sucking on her nipple. Molly applied more pressure to his head, which also forced him to bring additional pressure to her sensitive nerve endings. As his fingers moved back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her cunt made a series of sucking noises. Dutch laved his tongue between her breasts and those sensations became too much for her. Every muscle tensed and she began to quiver spasmodically, bucking wildly.

She began her climax.

He continued to tongue-lash her breasts, extending her pleasure as wave after wave swept over her. Molly was counting her orgasms — that is — until the eighth one hit, then overwhelmed by it all, she passed out.

He held her in his arms until she was sufficiently recovered.

“Like it?” He asked, before kissing her.

Her voice was hardly discernible, “Yes . . . Yes, I . . . really needed that.”

“There’s more in store for you,” he smiled and kissed her again. This time her tongued responded and the kiss lasted a while.

His prick was jutting out from his body, a detail Molly soon noticed.

“Want to try something kinky?” She grinned.

“I’m game for anything sweetheart,” he responded.

” kay, why don’t you lay on your back?”

“Going to do all the work, eh?”

Coyly, she answered him, “Maybe.”

He rolled over on his back as she had requested. Molly shoved her hands between her legs and when she was satisfied they had sufficient moisture on them, rubbed them over her breasts, especially into her abundant cleavage. Realizing what she was up to, Dutch helped out, licking each nipple as they hovered above him.

Molly moved into place and lowered her breasts around his cock, her nipples pointing at him, engorged again. Molly began moving slowly back and forth, fucking his prick with her hanging teats, giving it little licks and sucks each time his prick came into her range.

“Always wanted to try this,” she husked, looking at him through smoldering eyes.

Lifting her right leg, she placed it over his and let him feel her growing heat as she ground her pussy against him. Soon, she was breathing heavily and Dutch was thrusting into her cleavage and groaning himself. Just before he could come, Molly gripped him with her hands and squeezed the lower end of his shaft, curtailing his orgasm for the moment.

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Matt Taylor’s day started like any other. He woke up cursing, and reached over and slammed his hand down on his alarm clock. Five more minutes he thought to himself. When it went off for the second time he sat up abruptly. If he didn’t get up now he would be late for work, and his hateful troll of a boss did not need any more reasons to get on his case. He tried to stand and immediately found himself on the floor, in a tangle of blankets and pillows. Cursing for the second time in five minutes, he untangled himself and headed for the kitchen. There was no way he was going to try and face the morning without at least half a pot of coffee flowing through his system. As he walked down the hallway to the kitchen he found himself wondering, as he did every morning, if he should call in sick.

Matt was not a morning person. Why people thought it was normal to rise at what were, in his opinion, ungodly hours to join the rest of society in trying to make their way to work baffled him. What was so important about being anywhere at 8:00 AM anyway? He would be perfectly willing to work a few extra hours if it meant he could get a few more hours of sleep, and he had a sneaking suspicion that others would be too.

When Matt finally made it to the kitchen, he was awake just enough to notice that something was not quite right. He knew he was tired, it had been a long night, but there was no way that he had already been out and made coffee and not remembered. Yet there was what looked to be a fresh pot on the counter. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. Matt was a coffee whore. He’d had his first cup at the tender age of 14, and hadn’t looked back since. He went to the cupboard and pulled down a coffee mug, wondering vaguely at the time which one of his friends had let themselves into his house this time. He looked around and didn’t see anybody, but that was normal. Matt had a few friends who frequently let themselves into his home when they needed something, usually a place to crash after a hard night of partying.

Shaking his head at the thought of yet another hung-over friend passed out somewhere in the house, Matt poured himself a mug of coffee and made his way back down the hall to the bathroom. He nudged Duke with his foot on the way by. The black lab opened on eye to look at him, before sighing and going back to sleep. He was used to his owner’s mood in the morning.

Matt sighed when he reached the bathroom. Drinking deeply from his mug, he wondered to himself why he went to work every morning. He hated his job, he really did. He took a few minutes to stare at himself in the mirror. Blue eyes looked critically back at him. He took in his brown hair and stubbly face and thought to himself, God I need to shave. At 24 Matt had been living on his own for quite a while. He examined his hair, as he did every morning, for any signs of grey. Seeing none he smiled and picked up his tooth brush. He studied himself further as he brushed his teeth. Matt had a strong face, with a square jaw and cleft in his chin. He had a dimple on his left side that poked out when he smiled, and a grin that could warm the coolest of hearts. Matt was a handsome man and no trouble getting attention from other people. The best part was that he had no idea of the effect he had on people. He was funny, warm and kind hearted, and got along with most people in his life. Matt had a good life. He had a good job, good friends, great family, and a great dog. What more could a person want, Matt thought to himself. For just a minute he felt a twang in his heart. He had all off the good things in life, all that anyone could ask for, but he was lonely. He had yet to find that special person, to fill the void in his life that no amount of family or friends or family could fill, and every once in a while, not often but occasionally, Matt wished that things could be different. Shaking his head, Matt smiled. I wonder how long I’ve been standing here feeling sorry for myself he thought.

He placed his toothbrush on the bathroom counter and turned to start his shower. Letting the water warm up, he stripped out of the boxers he wore to bed and drank from his mug again. He waited until he could see steam rising from behind the shower curtain and stepped into the shower coffee in hand. Letting the hot water pound on his sore muscles, he took another swig of his coffee before placing it on the shelf in the shower. Humming to himself, he picked up his shampoo and was just pouring it into his hand when the curtain was ripped to the side. Turing around, startled, he saw his friend Alex standing there, grin on his face and coffee in his hand.

“What the fuck dude,” Matt yelled. “You scared the shit out of me! How many times do we have to go over this? Stay out of my bathroom!”

Alex just grinned back at him, slowly drinking his coffee. “Can you keep it down a little?” he asked. “You are going to wake up Jan; she’s passed out on the couch.”

“Whatever,” Matt replied. “I wouldn’t have yelled çerkez escort if you didn’t scare five years off my life. Showering here, can you close the curtain please?”

“No problem dude,” Alex replied. He closed the curtain and put his coffee down before turning to the toilet. “I have to use the bathroom and James is taking up the other one.”

“Jesus, how many of you are here?” Matt asked. He accepted that it was just going to be one of those mornings and hustled to wash his hair. He was seriously in danger of being late for work if he didn’t get the show on the road, and he knew that giving into Alex’s need for early morning conversation would just slow him down. He rinsed his hair and picked up his body wash. He worked up lather in his hands and starting soaping himself up, starting at his neck and working his way down.

“Just the three of us.” Alex said before he flushed the toilet. “The party went till about five in the morning, and there was no way any of us could make it home. If you didn’t want us here, you shouldn’t have given us all keys.” He said, smiling. Matt just rolled his eyes, and quickly rinsed the soap off himself. He took another minute to just enjoy the warm water and drink the rest of his coffee. Cup empty, he shut off the shower and held a hand out to Alex.

“Want to hand me my towel?” He asked Alex, who plucked the towel off the rack and handed it to Matt.

“Sure, no problem man,” Alex replied. “What’s the plan for today anyway? You’re never up this early without a good excuse.”

“What do you think,” Matt answered. “I have to go into that hell-hole I call a job and make a living so I can afford this house that you people like to use whenever you feel like it.”

“But it’s Saturday,” Alex whined. “Who works on Saturdays?”

“People who don’t have a choice obviously” Matt said, while drying himself with a towel. He had known Alex for years, and was not ashamed to be naked in front of him. Alex was more of a brother than friend; they had seen each other at their best and at their worst. Alex was one of two people that knew he was gay, and it didn’t faze him a bit. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he stepped up to the sink to shave. “I need to go into work today and try and get ahead, or else I’ll have to hear it from The Dick on Monday morning.” The Dick was Matt’s boss. He wasn’t necessarily a bad boss, he ran the company like clockwork. The publishing house was making more money now than it ever did. He ran a tight ship and expected the people who worked for him to respect the job as much as he did. It was when he felt that people weren’t keeping up with their workloads that things got bad. The Dick, aka John Hogan, had no patience for people who couldn’t carry their workload. In his opinion, if you couldn’t do the work you wouldn’t have been hired in the first place. Matt and John had gone round for round a few times on this issue. As John’s personal assistant, Matt had a lot of responsibility. He was expected to keep track of the phones, files, manuscripts, scheduling, plus the things that just come up day to day. If clients had specific requests, Matt was the one who made it happen. John surprised Matt one day by hiring two more assistants, presumably to help Matt keep up with his work.

Of course the hiring of these assistants didn’t really change anything. Matt still carried the majority of the workload. In his opinion his boss couldn’t have found two more useless people if he tried. While Matt spent his days trying to keep up with day to day tasks that were expected of him, Dumb and Dumber, as matt called them, spend their time either on the phones or socializing with the other employees. Matt had yet to see either one of them put in an honest day’s work. Matt didn’t dare say anything to John though; he had seen too many people on the receiving end of Johns rants, and having received a few himself he was in no hurry to hear another one.

“You do enough work there during the week don’t you? He has two other assistants Matt, are they going in this morning too?” Alex asked. Matt could tell by Alex’s tone that he was getting annoyed listening to Matt. Matt couldn’t blame him really, he was annoyed at himself. He had complained about this job for years to Alex, yet stayed with it. Matt picked up his shaving cream and squirted some of the white foam into his hand. Spreading it onto his face, he picked up his razor and starting shaving before he snapped at Alex.

“What am I supposed to do Alex, quit my job? You know I can’t do that. I have bills to pay like everyone else and this job is getting that done. The money is good, and so are most of my coworkers. I can’t help it if the other assistants that work there are stupid as fuck and couldn’t get their heads on straight if their lives depended on it. If they went in this morning, they would just fuck everything up and I would end up having to fix it on Monday anyway. This way I give up a few hours of my life ceyhan escort and the work gets done!”

“Why is there so much yelling?” Jan asked from the door way. She was a short woman, barely standing over 5’3. Her long brown hair was mused from sleeping on the couch, her hand currently holding onto the side of her head, looking a little nauseous. Her green eyes looked weary ad she gazed at Matt and Alex in the bathroom. “I really wish you two would shut up, my head is killing me. Matt, where is the Advil?”

“Same place as it always is Jan, counter over the kitchen sink.” Matt answered quickly, feeling slightly guilty for waking her up. There really was no need to yell at Alex, he was frustrated with his life and took it out on the people around him. He watched Jan stumble down the hall and turned to Alex. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I don’t do mornings very well, especially work mornings.”

Alex’s easy grin returned. “Oh please, as if I don’t know this already. No worries. You best get moving though bub, before you’re late for work.”

Matt looked at his watch. “FUCK!” he yelled before bounding down the hallway. “I have to be there in 20 minutes!” He raced to his bedroom and opened his closet. Thanking God it was Saturday, he quickly pulled on a pair of boxers, black jeans and a blue button down long sleeve shirt. He ran a comb through his hair before running back to the kitchen. Jan and James were sitting at the counter and watched, amused, as Matt dug through his cupboards looking for a travel mug for the rest of his coffee.

“Hey guys! Bye guys!” he said, pouring his coffee and making his way to the door. He slowed down long enough to grab his bag before he was out the door. If he hurried he would have just enough time to grab a beagle on his way to work. He opened the door and quickly walked down the steps. He was halfway down the walk to his driveway before he smacked his forehead and ran back to the house. Opening the door he yelled inside, “Can someone feed Duke please?” before slamming the door and making his way to the car. He knew his friends well enough to know that the dog would be watered, fed and well played with before they made their way to their own homes.

Matt jumped into his car and turned the ignition. His old beater Honda sputtered to life, and Matt jammed it into reverse, tearing out of his driveway. As he sped down the road he thought to himself, I knew I should have called in sick today.

******

He arrived to work at 7:57. Sighing with relief at not being late, he punched his code into the time clock at made his way to the office. The good thing about being here on weekends was that Candy was not. Candy was, well, annoying for lack of a better word. She was blond and perky; with beg breasts and an even bigger mouth. She worked the phone at the front desk of the publishing house, and her voice grated on Matt’s nerves. It reminded him on nails on a chalkboard. That bad. She constantly winking at Matt and shoved out her chest whenever he was around. She couldn’t seem to take the hint that Matt wasn’t interested, and kept trying to get his attention. Every time she leaned over his shoulder to point to something on the desk or computer screen, Matt wanted to poke her in the boob with his pen, just to see that would happen. He was fairly sure that if poked hard enough, you would be able to actually watch them deflate. There was no way that those puppies were real, and poking them was the only way Matt was willing to find out if they were.

He took the elevator up to the 11th floor, and was surprised to notice that when he got there the office lights were still on. Somebody must have left them on last night, Matt thought. Stupid asses must be looking to get ripped a new one. The Dick was famous for his blowouts about leaving any equipment on when the day was done. He walked into the kitchenette that was to the side of the office and was pleasantly surprised to find that someone had already made coffee. Hmm, he thought, I guess dumb or dumber must be here. He grabbed a mug off the rack and filled a cup. He opened the fridge and took out the milk, pouring a dash into his coffee. Not having had nearly enough coffee this morning he took a deep swallow, only to spew it into the sink. It was horrible! The coffee was so thick you could have walked on it. Fuckfuckfuck Matt thought. There was only one person in the office that made coffee this bad, and Matt was now really regretting coming into work. There goes my Saturday, he thought, as he turned to see who was coming around the corner. There, will a pissed off look on his face, was The Dick.

******

Matt gulped when he saw the look on Johns face. Oh God what is his fuckin problem Matt wondered.

“Mr. Taylor,” started John. “I’m glad you’re here. Can you explain to me exactly why the budgeting reports I asked you to do two days ago aren’t on my desk yet?”

Probably because I’m the only one who does anything ceylan escort around here Matt thought. “I was just about to get to that sir; I know they were supposed to be done by Friday but…”

“But what?” John demanded. “I just hired two, not one but two, more people for you to delegate some of your work to and it still isn’t getting done! Are you telling me that you can’t handle your job? Every time I look out here the other assistants are on the phone, and I am going to assume that is for work purposes, because I know you wouldn’t just let them sit around doing nothing. You wouldn’t waste my money like that. So I’m asking again, where is my report?”

“I’m getting to it right now sir. I apologize” Matt replied. Inside he was fuming. You’re going to assume it’s for work purposes? You would know it wasn’t if you decided to get your head out of your ass for five minutes and ask how the new assistants are working out. God forbid you admit that you might have made a mistake in hiring those two morons. “Can I get you anything while I’m here Mr. Hogan?”

“A decent cup of coffee would be good, if you think you can manage that. I don’t know what’s wrong with that machine but the coffee tastes awful. And when you bring it to my office, you may as well bring your notepad, I have some things for you to take down.” John answered.

“Right away sir.” John left the Matt alone in the kitchenette to make the coffee. Not a thing wrong with the coffee machine, thought Matt, but I can think of a couple of things that are wrong with you. Starting with the stick you have shoved up your ass. I’m sure if you look really hard you may be able to find the vibrate function.

Matt got to work making the coffee. Soon the heavenly smell off coffee beans was filling the kitchen. Matt inhaled and sighed. He had been planning on staying for a few hours, but he could tell already that it was going to be another full day’s work. Coffee in hand, he grabbed his notepad on the way by his desk and looked at the door in front of him. John Hogan CEO. Fuuuuuck Matt swore in his head. Better just get this over with. He knocked on the door.

“Enter.” He heard from the inside. Tucking his pad under his arm he opened the door and walked in. John was on the phone, and motioned for Matt to sit down. He placed the coffee in the desk in front of Mr. Hogan and sat down. While on the phone, John took a sip off the coffee. His expression showed the quick surprise he felt at how good the coffee was. He raised his head to meet Matt’s eyes, before returning them to look at the manuscript I front of him. That meant the coffee was good.

While John was on the phone Matt studied him, while pretending to look at his note pad. Hogan was handsome enough, Matt guessed. He had always had a fascination with people watching, and this wasn’t the first time he looked at John. Hey, he may have been a dick, but he was a cute one. Matt guessed John stood at about 6’2, just an inch or two above Matt. He had a full head of dark hair, and a pair of piercing green eyes. Normally those eyes were darkened in anger, but when they weren’t they were a light shade of emerald green. On the few occasions that John laughed his eyes sparkled. He had a solid build, without being too thick. He had muscles, but no so many that he looked like he spent hours at the gym. Matt was into muscles, but only when they were to the slimmer side. Not that he should be thinking about John’s muscles. Whoa, where did that come from, Matt wondered. He shook his head, and tried to keep his mind on the work in front of him.

John was still on the phone so Matt stood to walk around the office. He glanced back at John who pushed his chair back and put his feet of the desk. Today, like every other day John was wearing a suit, with a vest instead of a jacket. Hmm, I love a man in a vest, he thought. I wonder what he looks like without the vest. And the shirt, and the pa…

“Everything alright over there Matt?” John asked. Matt jumped, startled, blushing at being caught daydreaming. About his boss of all people. I need to get laid, he thought to himself.

Yes sir, sorry about that sir.” Matt sat back down. “You wanted be to take some things down?”

John gave him a look that made Matt nervous. Oh boy, he thought, he’s angry at me now. Perfect.

“Yes. It’s mostly just a shopping list. One of the partners is retiring and apparently we are expected to throw her a party. Go get all the supplies we will need. Call a caterer and ask if

they are available next Friday night. Order a cake and other deserts and alcohol for later on in the night. Don’t forget the Champagne. I don’t think I need to tell you again to finish that budget report. Also, call the different departments and make sure they know about this party.”

“Alright Mr., Hogan, I’ll get started on the party list on Monday. Anything else?” Matt asked, hoping there wasn’t. The list wasn’t too bad; Matt still had a hope of getting home in time to enjoy his Saturday.

He should have known better.

“No, it will not be done on Monday,” John half yelled at Matt, “Do it today. I’ve seen how long it takes you to do a simple report; you are not putting off preparing for this party until the last minute. Get it done today!”

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Chapter Eleven – A Risk Worth Taking

“A night to remember,” Aidan mumbled to himself as he took the package just delivered by his door, and went inside.

He inhaled once and then exhaled. He hoped Heathcliff wasn’t in the mood to make fun of him, by sending him something like knee-high socks and pom-poms. At first glance, there seemed to be no pom-poms. Good. He could breathe normally.

So Heathcliff had opted for normal clothes, by the looks of it. What the hell was that guy thinking? That Aidan didn’t have a pair a jeans and a t-shirt? He took a small critical look at the jeggings neatly packed. And then he took out a white tee with some imprint on the front face.

With a shrug, he decided to try them on. If they didn’t fit, he could make fun of Stone later, seeing how stubborn he had been about knowing a man’s measurements just by looking at him.

Well, the jeggings fit, but jeggings fit anyone. Aidan looked in the mirror and grimaced. Of course, Heathcliff had to choose something that gave his ass a lift job. Like it wasn’t enough that he had that kind of butt. Obviously, Heathcliff still wanted to make a little fun of him. But, Aidan thought, as he looked again critically at his behind, his ass did look good in those jeans.

He just hoped the t-shirt wasn’t going to be tight fitting. Unlike the fitness guru he had to babysit, he had no six pack to show off through his tee. Of course, Aidan remembered and his mood dipped. He was invited to hit the clubs with Heathcliff only because he needed to keep his eyes on that wandering dick.

At least, the t-shirt was comfortable and not revealing. That pre-washed style was precisely what Aidan liked when he wasn’t in a suit. And it fell below the waistline, so his ass wasn’t going to stick out too much.

The jeans were ankle-cropped, so he needed some loafers to match them. No wonder, he thought as he looked inside the box. Heathcliff had thought of everything. He took out the soft suede shoes and tried them on. Not only they fit; they were also comfortable.

Aidan took one last critical look at himself in the mirror. Well, he did look nice. He looked nicer than usual, and seeing that he had just put on some jeans and a t-shirt said something about Heathcliff’s taste in clothes. Probably the guy could work in the fashion industry if he didn’t care about being a fitness guru anymore.

Too bad Heathcliff didn’t have the same good taste in men. Aidan stopped himself with a grimace. He was acting like a jealous prick, and, even if there was no one to see him doing that, it was still wrong. And Heathcliff had great taste in men. Only the most gorgeous male specimens to ever walk the earth landed in the guy’s bed.

So, in the end, he was just a jealous prick, Aidan thought grimly. And why was he jealous, anyways? Heathcliff had basically said that he wanted to fuck him. Aidan could say the word, and that would happen.

But then what? Setting aside the fact that it would have been dangerous to get freaky with one of the company’s business partners, there was nothing to look forward to after that. Men like Heathcliff Stone were good to be erotic fantasy material, but nothing else.

As he had said before, for Heathcliff, it would have been just another conquest. And that man loved to move on fast from one guy to another, almost as much as he liked men in general. Aidan didn’t want that. He would not be able to face Heathcliff again if they were to screw once and then meet again like they were people working together and nothing more.

In a way, he could understand why office romance was so frowned upon at his company. Working side by side with someone one had been so intimately with once the passion fizzled out had to suck balls.

Aidan didn’t want to test how much of that theory was correct. As always, he needed to play safe.

His phone interrupted his train of thought. Looking at the screen, he smiled against himself. Of course, Heathcliff had to call him, ask if the clothes fit and gloat about how right he always was.

“Hey,” he began.

“Have you already tried on the clothes, bunny boy?”

Aidan rolled his eyes. Was Heathcliff easy to read or what? “Yes, and they fit, thank you very much. Now, before you start congratulating yourself, yes, I admit, they are perfect. Even the shoes. You could be a fashion designer in your spare time, or a seamstress, as I said.”

“Have you tried on everything?”

Aidan was a bit puzzled. “Come on, Stone, you don’t suspect me of not knowing how to put on a pair of jeans, I hope. And I have plenty of jeans, you know?”

“Bunny boy, listen closely. Have you tried on everything?”

“Yes, you spoiled fitness guru, impossible being that you are,” Aidan said with a huff. “I currently wear the t-shirt, the jeggings, and the loafers. Are you satisfied now? How much of a control freak can you be? I won’t make you look bad at the club, don’t worry. I promise you won’t even know I’m there.”

“Hmm. You haven’t tried on everything,” cumra escort Heathcliff said. “I hope there wasn’t some snafu with the delivery. Go look inside the box.”

“Okay,” Aidan replied. “Can you please tell me what should I be looking for?”

“It’s a surprise,” Heathcliff’s voice dropped low. “Just look for it. And, of course, once you find it, put it on.”

Aidan shrugged and began rummaging through the box. With a frown, he extracted a small package he had missed before. He pressed the phone between his cheek and shoulder so that he could rip open the package.

And almost dropped the phone when he looked at the small strange object in his hands.

“Seriously, Stone?” He threw the offending thing on the bed.

“Of course. Come on. Your outfit will not be complete without it.”

“A thong? Pink on top of everything else?”

Heathcliff’s chuckle on the other end was making him shiver. The man had some nerve.

“What? I think it would show your naughty side.”

“I don’t have a naughty side! And for your information, underwear is worn underneath your clothes. So there’s nothing to show!”

“Yes, you do have a naughty side.” Heathcliff was ignoring what he was saying on purpose. “But you’re shy, too. First, I thought black would be a good fit, but I changed my mind. Pink is your color, bunny boy.”

“I can’t believe you!” Aidan sputtered.

“So, are you going to wear it?” Heathcliff asked, completely ignoring Aidan’s indignation.

“What I’m going to do is that I’ll turn it into a sling and I’ll come by your house to break all your windows,” Aidan said with conviction.

Heathcliff laughed. “Ha! Good luck finding any pebbles on my perfectly manicured lawn.”

“I’ll bring my own, don’t worry,” Aidan replied.

“Aww, are you really that upset, bunny boy?” Heathcliff drawled the words on purpose.

“Of course I’m upset! You’re blatantly flirting!”

“And? Who has ever died from flirting?”

“I feel the itch to strangle you a little. Probably with that pink thong you so carefully chose for me. So there’s a start for everything.”

Heathcliff was laughing so hard right now that Aidan had to keep the phone a bit away from his ear.

“I like you, Aidan Spark,” Heathcliff said as soon as he managed to regain his voice.

Aidan wanted to say something but had no idea what he could say to that. Also, his cheeks were on fire now, and it wasn’t because of his indignation over the pink thong. He felt warm all over.

“Don’t forget. Nine pm, sharp.”

“Are you going to leave without me if I’m there, let’s say at one minute past nine?” Aidan said, trying to pretend he was cool and collected.

“No, if you’re not here, I’ll come to get you,” Heathcliff said softly. “And I’m going to have you wear that thong, whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll be there on time. I’d rather wear my own underwear,” Aidan said dryly.

“Good. See you, bunny boy.”

Aidan swallowed hard as he stared at his phone after the conversation was over. Yeah, Heathcliff was playing in the big league while he, Aidan, was not even qualified to be called an amateur.

***

Heathcliff whistled a happy tune as he watched himself in the mirror. The long sleeved shirt was dark blue, as his pants. His choice of outfit was a bit more serious than what he usually wore when he went out clubbing, but more than ever in his life, he wanted to impress his date.

He opened one button more, but then he reconsidered. The point was to avoid going over the top. Aidan Spark was not going to know what hit him. If the bunny wanted to keep things professional, that was an approach Heathcliff was more than willing to try.

But first, he was going to put Aidan through his paces. After all, Heathcliff was dying to see more of the real Aidan. Usually, an ass like that and a cute face like Aidan’s were enough incentives for him to make a move. But now, for some reason, he wanted more. He could not exactly define what that was, but he intended to explore it thoroughly.

Yes, Heathcliff admired himself in the mirror one last time. He looked like he meant serious business. He checked his wrist watch, and, on cue, his doorbell rang. The bunny was there, right on schedule, as expected.

He opened the door with a bit of impatience and smiled fondly as his eyes set on his babysitter. Aidan looked perfect in the clothes Heathcliff had picked for him. Also, he looked more his age, and more relaxed. His hair was a little tousled, too, and Heathcliff expected that some hairstyling attempts had been made in that area.

Aidan looked good, but also, very much surprised.

“Is this what you’re going to wear?” Aidan pointed at Heathcliff.

“No ‘hello’, no nothing?” Heathcliff chided his guest, opening his arms wide.

“Sorry, hi,” Aidan said right away.

Heathcliff knew he couldn’t help it. He reached out and ruffled Aidan’s hair. A pair of miffed eyes stared at him, their dalaman escort owner obviously taking affront. But Aidan didn’t move his head away, so Heathcliff’s touch turned into a caress. For a couple of seconds, they stared at one another.

Aidan was the first to react, breaking the silence.

“Well, what’s with the business smart yet casual look? We won’t look good together! I mean -” Aidan stuttered.

“I thought you were only going to lurk from the shadows? Where are your NDAs, bunny boy?” Heathcliff inspected Aidan like he expected him to produce official papers out of nowhere suddenly.

Aidan took out his phone out of a back pocket and showed it to Heathcliff. “It’s not customary for how my company does things, but I think going digital for one night won’t hurt anyone,” he explained.

“Oh, I see. You’re always ready, like a boy scout.” Heathcliff smiled. “What don’t you like about my clothes? Don’t you think I can get enough attention dressed like this?” He pointed at his body on purpose.

Aidan’s eyes were looking him up and down with a hungry look. It was a good thing that bunny boy was so young. He had no censure when it came to things he didn’t think visible with the naked eye by others.

“Of course, that’s not the point.” Aidan shook his head. “But you’re overdressed, and I’m underdressed, given the circumstances. I thought you were worried I’d make you look bad. Now it looks like you only care about me doing exactly that. I could have worn a suit,” he said, pursing his lips.

“No, bunny boy, you couldn’t have.” Heathcliff smiled and stepped out of the house. “Now let’s go. Since we’re in a professional relationship, I only thought it suitable to dress the part.”

Aidan shook his head and exhaled. Heathcliff had every reason to be pleased with himself. Regardless of what he was saying, bunny boy was into him big time, and Heathcliff was going to capitalize on that attraction. He only needed to play his cards right, and his prey was going to be ensnared before the night was over.

***

“Why are you walking two steps behind?” Heathcliff asked, throwing a curious look at him.

“I don’t want people to have the impression that we’re together. While I’m here on official business, I have no wish to sabotage your chances to get laid,” Aidan said quickly.

He was pretty nervous if anyone asked him. Not that he had never been in a gay club, but this time and this place were different. First of all, they were inside some posh establishment, and they had gotten in without waiting one minute at the door. The bouncer had thrown Aidan an appreciative look and acted friendly toward Heathcliff. Then he had allowed them to walk inside, not without throwing a short ‘nice catch, Heath’ at Heathcliff, and being met with an all-knowing smirk.

Oh, Aidan had seen everything but said nothing. After all, it was no wonder that bouncers and whatnot knew Heathcliff. What was surprising was the bouncer telling Heathcliff that. Seeing what kind of men were usually in the man’s bed, Aidan must have looked homely and average.

Maybe it was some inside joke. Maybe, from time to time, Heathcliff chose some random guy for a pity fuck, and that was it. With that conviction in mind, Aidan decided to stay a little back and let Heathcliff bask in the usual attention.

It looked like his companion had a different plan. Heathcliff grabbed him by the shoulders and made him walk side by side with him.

If things were going to keep up like that, he was lost, Aidan thought. He could smell Heathcliff’s expensive cologne and feel his warmth. If the man was going to do as little as breath in his direction, his legs were going to buckle under him. Good thing Heathcliff was keeping him close.

“Are you okay, Aidan?” Heathcliff whispered into his ear.

“Are we on the first-name basis now? I thought you were all business tonight,” Aidan whispered back.

It was nice to hear Heathcliff calling him by his given name. Too nice, actually, and that was a huge problem. His legs weren’t quite bucking under him, but he needed to draw all the irony he could muster to avoid making a total fool of himself.

The more he wanted to swear off Heathcliff and to entertain any idea of erotic nature about him, the deeper he was sinking. Aidan had a mind to make a run for the door and spare himself the embarrassment.

“I like your name, you little fire,” Heathcliff’s voice dropped low.

Aidan gasped. What the hell? Had Heathcliff been looking into the meaning of his name? Why? With some difficulty, he got a hold of himself.

“I like your name, too, although you’re nothing like the tortured hero from Wuthering Heights,” he replied casually.

“Would you like me to behave like a tortured hero?” Heathcliff asked smoothly.

“No, actually, I’d like you to have fun tonight. I know it’s been a lot. People at my company can be overbearing sometimes. So feel free to hook up, and I’ll take care of NDAs datça escort and whatnot without getting in your way.”

Heathcliff chuckled. “So generous of you.”

“People are looking at you.” Aidan gestured with his chin toward no one in particular.

Of course, there were plenty of interested looks thrown their way. Aidan wasn’t in the least surprised. Carefully, he extracted himself from Heathcliff’s hold.

“Come on,” he said. “There are so many gorgeous men here tonight. You must be thrilled. Look, someone’s already coming your way.”

Aidan was sure he was babbling like an idiot, but he could not help it. A man in his late thirties, with a nicely groomed beard, dressed up about the same as Heathcliff was making his way toward them. Well, the guy was handsome, tall and strong, but he was not precisely Heathcliff’s type. Probably Heathcliff was going to let him down gently.

Aidan stepped aside, determined to give his companion free rein to mingle. But, to his surprise, the stranger stopped in front of him.

“What’s your name, cutie?” The man towered over him.

Aidan almost took one step back. From up close, the guy was pretty impressive.

“My name … Um … Sorry, I’m working tonight,” Aidan said quickly, putting his hands over his chest in an unconscious defensive gesture.

The man blinked a couple of times and then smiled.

“May I ask what your job is about? You don’t look like a waiter or a bartender. Are you maybe a stripper?” The stranger leaned in closer, and Aidan gulped.

A stripper? That was not exactly a good idea for a joke. But the man’s interest seemed genuine.

“No.” Aidan shook his head energetically. “I must look after someone. I can’t say more. It’s, um, confidential.”

He searched with his eyes for Heathcliff. His charge was several feet away, relaxing on a sofa, and already engaged in conversation with a handsome man. Heathcliff’s companion was a guy in his late 20s, with longish brown hair, and by the looks of it, he was also pretty attractive.

The pang of jealousy Aidan had felt earlier squeezed his heart. But that was why he was there. Heathcliff would do what he wanted, with whom he wanted, and Aidan wouldn’t stop him.

“Mysterious. I like it.” The man who had approached him drew closer.

Aidan looked up.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could, um, make your acquaintance,” he struggled to find his words, “but I’m working tonight.”

“It’s okay,” the man said with a broad smile. “Here’s my card. If you’re ever not working, and in the mood for a drink and more, call me.”

Aidan was pretty stunned as he stood there with the man’s card in his hand. Eventually, he shook his head and looked over at Heathcliff. Well, it didn’t look like there was any progress on that front. Heathcliff seemed to enjoy his conversation with his companion, but, by body language signs, there was no sexual interest just yet between them.

Aidan decided to scoot over and climb a high seat at the bar so that he could observe his charge without being too intrusive. Suddenly, he felt a pat on his back. He turned to look at the bartender who welcomed him with a bright smile. The man was as young as he was and wore what could be called fascinating eye contacts that made his eyes look like a tiger’s. Aidan was probably gawking. The bartender smirked.

Of course, he shook his head. If he sat at the bar, he needed to order something. He was going to ask for some sparkling water and hope he didn’t have to break the bank for it, seeing how posh the place looked.

“This is for you.” The bartender pushed a small tray with three drinks on it toward him.

Aidan stared stupidly at the tray.

“What?” he barely managed. “I didn’t order anything. And I can’t drink!”

“Oh, baby, you’re so sweet.” The bartender guffawed. “Just take the tray over to Heath’s table. The red one’s for you,” the man added and winked at him.

“What’s in it?” Aidan looked at the tall glass suspiciously. Well, obviously, neither the Old Fashioned nor the Roman Holiday could be for him.

“Don’t worry, darling. It’s just a Shirley Temple. For a cutie like you, it’s just what you need.”

By how the bartender grinned, Aidan was pretty sure that wasn’t a Shirley Temple. But, with a sigh, he took the tray. What was Heathcliff playing at? Wasn’t he supposed to lay back and let Heathcliff fool around?

For the moment, he wasn’t going to protest. He was just going to take the drinks to Heathcliff’s table and find out what was going on. Maybe Heathcliff didn’t like that guy and was using Aidan to pretend he was taken? It wasn’t exactly in his job description, but Aidan could do that. However, there were three drinks there, so that scenario was unlikely.

He walked over with the tray in his hands. Heathcliff seemed deep in conversation with his companion, just as before. Could it be the two were just friends? Aidan felt relieved. He placed the drinks carefully on the table.

Heathcliff finally looked at him. “How come you’re not on the dance floor? I thought someone was already courting you.”

Aidan pursed his lips. Was it okay to give away what his role was, in front of the other?

“I’m Michael.” The stranger stretched out his hand, putting a stop to his dilemma for the moment.

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Boy,

You and I both know you need to suck cock. Let’s see what else you need.

60, 6’1″, 210. 7 inch cut.

Sir.

I read the ad and was surprised how it made me feel. I had wondered for a couple years, when alone, horny and watching porn on the computer, what it would be like to suck a cock. I had even masturbated a few times watching a woman sucking a cock until it exploded on her face or in her mouth and picturing myself in her position. I didn’t have feelings about men, but there was something about cocks that attracted me. And of course, like many I am sure, I would feel disgusted after I had cum and swear to never do it again.

But eventually I would find myself doing the same thing again and the pattern would repeat itself every few weeks. I had a girlfriend and we had great sex, and often, but you know how it is. Sometimes you just need the raw experience of doing things you would not necessarily want anyone else to know about. That is what I would do when I watched the porn and put myself in the place of the woman enjoying whatever cock or cocks it was she was pleasuring.

In my surfing I had run across a few sites that had personals where people would advertise for whatever sex it might be they were looking for. I figured out pretty early on that most of the ones from women were just disguised ads for hookers. And most of the others were from men that were either looking, without much hope of success, for women to fuck, or more often, men who wanted to be sucked off. Most of them were silly, but you could find enough, that if you suspended belief, described fantasies that were good for a masturbation session.

Then I came upon the above ad and it made me feel something I had never experienced before reading the ads. I found myself catching my breath and instantly hard. I felt like it was talking directly to me. I had thought about what a cock would feel like in my mouth, what cum blasting into my mouth or covering my face would do to me and here was this man who seemed to know exactly what my fantasy was. I didn’t know what he meant by what else I might need, but I focused on his saying we both knew I needed to suck cock and what it would be like to service him. I masturbated fast and furious and had an immense orgasm and then, the guilt flooded in and I quickly shut down the site, cleaned myself up and went about my day.

Over the next few days I could not get that ad out of my mind. I wondered about the fact that he was 60 years old, and would that make it better or worse to do what I imagined doing to please him. But then I would think that an older man was probably perfect for my secret fantasy as they would be more patient and into more than just cumming as fast as possible. I could not get the thought out of my mind and eventually I returned to the site and was surprised to find his ad still up. As I read and reread it I slowly stroked my own small cock and the idea came to answer the ad and see what his response was. I knew I could stay anonymous and would not have to follow through but that it might give me more fodder for my masturbation fantasies.

Before I could change my mind çarşamba escort I sent off the following response…

Sir,

I do not know how you know about my need to suck cock but it is true. I have never done anything like this before but the idea has been in my head for a long time and I find myself more and more drawn to the thought of providing oral service to a man.

28, 5’10”, 145, 5 ½” cut.

Boy

Did I just sign that boy? Did I want this man to treat me like a boy? I found I did, that the idea I would be submitting to a man who knew what I needed added to the idea of just sucking someone off. I quickly hit send, before I could change my mind, and then again, quickly masturbated to a strong orgasm. And as usual, I felt dirty after cumming and shut down the system.

The next day I opened my email and found this.

Boy,

I am glad you realize that you need to suck cock. I understand that you fear this feeling but that it is something you can’t get out of your mind. There are men and there are boys. Men need to be serviced; boys need to provide that service. There is nothing wrong with being a boy, we can’t all be men, but it is a shame to have this need and desire and not act on it. I live alone and can host you if you are ready to discover how you will feel when you finally allow yourself to serve a man and be his cocksucker. I do not want to waste time sending endless emails back and forth. Respond only if you are ready to kneel and suck my cock. Prove this by providing your phone number in your response, otherwise do not both to respond.

Sir.

Needless to say I was rock hard reading this response. I knew I could not answer him because I could not give out my phone number. That would make it too real and all I thought I was asking for was a fantasy to masturbate while imagining what it would be like. Over the next several days I kept returning to that email and each time I enjoyed an orgasm that exceeded any my girlfriend gave me or I gave myself thinking about anything else.

As you might guess, the desire and yes, the need grew and the day came, about a week later when I quickly responded with my phone number and a confirmed desire to please him. It was a few days later when a call came just as I was getting home and from a number I did not recognize. I answered, not really thinking about who it might be from.

“Hello”

“Is this Boy?” came the reply.

I couldn’t breathe. I froze and said nothing for a few seconds and then he said again, “I said is this boy? Answer now or I hang up and find someone else to help understand who they are.”

“This is boy,” I stammered, “Yes sir.”

He said an address and said in a way that did not allow discussion “Be here in one hour!” And then he hung up.

I stared at the phone, my heart beating a million beats a minute and wondered what I should do. Here was my chance to experience what I had been fantasizing about, but here was something I could not come back from. Sucking cock was something I wanted, or perhaps needed to try, but if I did I could never again pretend I had not done çaycuma escort so. I would indeed be a cocksucker and there was a part of me that was scared to death at that thought. But there was the other part of me that knew it was now or never. That I needed to try this. After all I would never have to do it again, but I might never have a chance to do it again either. Without even really being aware of it, I found myself in my car heading over to the address he had given which was only a couple miles away.

I pulled up in front of a nice house, in a pretty average looking neighborhood and parked. I sat there with the motor running and staring at the house, hardly able to breathe. Was I really going to do this? Could I really do this? Should I really do this? I could not get my brain to settle down. I kept running over the pros and cons of going in. If I went in would I really have to follow through, or could I change my mind if it didn’t feel right and leave and forget this had ever happened. My cock was hard, but my nerves were on edge. Then the phone rang.

“Boy, I see you sitting out there, either get out of your car and come in and discover how you were made to suck cock or leave now and always wonder. This is your only chance.” And then he hung up. He said this without malice or anger, just stating a fact. I hesitated. Without really understanding why, but knowing that I was feeling things I had never felt before, things that felt right and true, I got out of the car and walked up nervously to the front door. Before I knocked he opened the door and beckoned me in.

He was old enough to be my father, but he had a presence that compelled me to ignore my doubts and walk into his house. He was wearing slippers and a robe that did little to hide the fact that he was in shape and he had an air that made clear he was and expected to be in charge. He pointed into the living room and told me to take a seat. Again, almost in a trance and unable to do anything other than as directed I walked to the chair and sat down. He took a seat on the couch opposite me and just looked at me. The silence dragged on for what seemed hours but was really only a few moments then looked at me and said, “Boys who are ready to serve men do not wear clothes.”

I still do not fully understand what came over me, but without hesitation I stood and disrobed. I had never been naked in front of an older man before, let alone with an erection like I now had. I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there, arms at my side and watched him watching me. Finally he said, “What are you here for boy?”

I didn’t know what to say so I just stared at him like a fool until he stood up and said in a firmer voice, “Boy, we both know why you are here, but until you say it, it won’t happen. Your hard little cock tells me that you know you want and need this, so stop the bullshit and say it.”

“I am here to suck your cock,” I said, not quite believing I had said it outloud, and he just kept staring at me until I added, “Sir.”

“Then get on your knees boy.” He said and I did without thinking, without any thought in my head. I was çayırova escort blank. This was really happening and here I was on my knees and he was walking toward me undoing the knot on his robe. As it fell open I got a glimpse of his cock and it made my own hard cock even more erect. It was fully hard and beautiful. Did I just think a cock was beautiful? I did, and it was. It was about 7 inches as he had said and it was perfectly shaped. His balls were large and hung down and hairless. He stood in front of me and said with a smile “Go on, take it in your hands and caress and explore it,”

Again, without any conscious thought I reached up with my right hand and began gently running my fingers along its hard shape. It felt right. I felt like I was exactly where I needed to be. I ran my fingers up and down the shaft, lightly touching what I now knew I wanted more than anything to explore. “Don’t forget my balls boy.” He said.

My left hand came up of its own accord and cupped his balls. They felt heavy but amazing and I found myself lost in the moment with no other thought than to please this magnificent cock. He watched me with an amused look on his face and asked, “Are you ready boy? Are you ready to discover what you were put here on earth to do? Are you ready to finally understand that you belong on your knees pleasing a real man? Are you ready to become the cocksucker we both know you were born to be?”

I could only say, while lost in the amazing sensation of feeling the heat of his cock in my hands, “Yes Sir.”

“Then kiss the head of my cock, look in my eyes and ask to be my cocksucker.” He said.

I hesitated, the words caught in my throat, but my hands never leaving the shaft and balls being offered me. “Say it boy, say it now or leave.” He said.

I bent forward without thinking and kissed the head of his cock. “Can I be your cocksucker Sir?” I said, adding I know not why, “Please.”

“Do it boy.” He said.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth and was transformed when I felt its hard, yet soft, skin running against my lips. I know I was where I belonged. I knew this would not be the last cock I sucked. I knew that from now on, as much as I enjoyed sex with women I would always need to please men. I knew that I was a boy, not a man. I knew that my purpose was to bring this man pleasure. To suck him until he told me I was done by cumming in my mouth. I knew that I wanted his cum, that I wanted him to think of me as his toy, to use however he wanted. I knew I would never say no to him if he wanted me to please him.

I worked my mouth up and down his cock, taking a bit more of him each time into my throat. I gagged a couple of times, but like I was born to this I was able to give myself more and more to his pleasure. I felt him growing harder and his balls pull up in my hand and knew my reward was about to happen. He started thrusting harder into my mouth, fucking my mouth, fucking his boy. I gave myself totally to the sensation of his cock, my mouth and the cum that would soon be flooding it.

He let out a loud moan and my mouth was flooded with cum, delicious cum, amazing cum. I was now his cocksucker. I was his boy. I was his toy. I was his to use anytime he wanted and we both knew it. As his cock began to soften in my mouth I came myself, almost as an afterthought. Not touching myself, just cumming with the knowledge I had made this Man cum. I knew my life would never be the same.

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