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In my story “Poolside Posers” I described the nude swim and sex romp in our hotel on the first day of the graduates induction course our company sent me, my colleague Tony, and two girls, blonde Babs and brunette Lucy on at our site in Germany. Readers have been asking what happened the next two days.

The four of us spent the whole of the next day in mind numbing meetings in a stuffy windowless room in our company office. For me, and I guess Tony, the boredom was relieved only by re-living the memory of sex with Babs and Lucy the night before, and ogling Babs’ and Lucy’s legs, tight business skirts and the curves of their boob clinging blouses, hoping no one noticed my suit trousers bulging as I thought of the things I would like to do with them.

After a team dinner, our day of meetings finally ended and a taxi took us back late to our hotel. We all went up to Babs’ room. We unwound drinking beers and watching the hotel TV porn channel. Tony was on the swivel executive chair, I sprawled in the big black wide armed leather armchair, and Babs and Lucy were seated on the big double bed with their tights off and their legs folded up treating us to peeps of the gussets of their panties between their bare legs.

“It was so hot in that meeting room,” said Babs. “Boy do I need a shower.”

I was about to stupidly open my mouth and suggest that we’d better leave and let Babs take her shower when Lucy spoke.

“Me too. Can I join you?” The girls looked at each other and grinned, then Lucy continued. “And how about you too, boys? That shower’s big enough for the four of us.”

The shower was like a big walk in wet room partitioned off from the rest of the bath room by a glass panel.

“Oooohh!” Cried Babs in mock astonishment. “Lucy! You’ve got a mind like a sewer!” But the grin growing on Babs’ face showed that she had a mind like a sewer too! “I’m up for it! Come on boys!”

Neither Tony or I said anything in reply but the looks on our faces must have told her that we agreed the shower was just right for a foursome too! Babs slid off the bed, stood, fumbled with the clasp and zip of her tight blue pin striped business skirt and let her skirt drop. While she hung her skirt over the back of the swivel chair, bending over to show us her white satin thong, Lucy took her blouse off to display her big breasts nestling in the lace edged cups of her black bra.

“Come on boys!” Lucy laughed as she dropped her skirt to show her brief black panties matching her bra.

Tony and I quickly followed the girls’ example but the girls were nude first whilst Tony was in his boxers and I was just in my pouch style briefs. The girls stood watching us with big grins, purring with approval and giggling with excitement as we slipped off our undies and showed them a pair of half erect but rapidly rising penises swinging from our hairy balls. Then the four of us stepped into the shower.

Lucy had been right. The walk in shower certainly was big enough for the four of us. Babs turned the control and sensuously warm water cascaded over us. In an instant our naked bodies, Babs’ long blonde hair, Lucy’s neat curls and her dark pubic hair were glistening wet and water was trickling over the girls’ big bouncing breasts and down their cleavage, dripping from their peaking pink nipples and running down Tony’s smooth bronzed six pack and my hairy chest. Tony’s and my cocks swung up hard erect, nearly eighteen inches of erect penis between the two of us! Babs turned her attention to me, and Lucy took on Tony.

“Mmmmmm!” Babs purred as she ran her fingers through my chest hair, standing so close in front of me under the cascading water that her nipples brushed my chest and my penis head prodded her between her belly button and smooth shaven slit, “I love hairy chests!”

But the shower was also deliciously cramped harem escort enough that we couldn’t move without our wet naked bodies constantly brushing and pressing against each other. The head of my hard up cock poked and slid across Babs’ and Lucy’s soft wet bottoms and up the wet valleys between their bum cheeks, over their thighs, their fronts just below their belly buttons and through Lucy’s soft wet bush. Babs’ and Lucy’s breasts brushed against my hairy chest, my arms and my back, and against each other’s naked breasts. I couldn’t help noticing how the girls enjoyed it when their breasts rubbed together!

As you’d expect, my hands roamed over two smooth round female bottoms and two pairs of breasts, over female thighs, through Lucy’s wet bush and over Babs’ smooth sex mound, and between female thighs from the front and from behind, while female hands roamed over my chest, my backside and my straining sex kit!

Also as Tony and I unavoidably brushed and pressed against each other, our stiff penises collided and our shafts and penis heads rubbed together each other in brief “sword fights.” I must admit I found the experience of Tony’s stiff penis against mine extremely erotic! Memories came back to me of my days at boys school, naked with other boys in the communal showers after sports. Getting an erection had been taboo, but inevitably one boy got one and seeing it every boy’s including mine would be up hard and soon there’d be a forest of erections sticking up from our bushes of young pubic hair, and in those showers crammed full of naked boys “accidental” contacts between hard up penises were surprisingly common!

I spent ages soaping and lathering Babs. I’d wanted a good long feel of her delicious big round bouncers for ages. She leaned back against the glass wall thrusting her big soft breasts up and out for my hands to soap them and then for my tongue to lick the suds off. She bent over with her legs wide and her glistening wet smooth bottom toward me for me to slide my hand between her spread thighs to soap her bottom, her bum crack, her pussy and the backs of her thighs. She stood with her legs wide for me to lather her mile long legs and her smooth shaven sex mound before I crouched down in front of her to lick the suds off her vagina lips. I made sure I got the tip of my tongue between her lips. Babs’ hips trembled, she thrust her pussy forward against my face, and above the sound of the shower I heard her cry out, telling me my tongue was doing a thorough job!

Babs gave me just the same treatment! I stood leaning back against the shower wall thrusting my penis forward, and Babs squatted down in front of me. Before she licked the soap off my hairy balls and my by now almost vertically erect penis she flicked my so sensitive shaft and knob with her nipples. I nearly jerked over her boobs there and then! As well as licking every trace of soap off my shaft and balls, she took the lust swollen, so sensitive head of my cock into her mouth, sucked it and massaged it with her tongue. I was straining for all I was worth not to jerk my load into her mouth, sure that there would be more and better to come.

Finally Babs’ lips slid off my knob, leaving my cock rock hard on the brink of squirting its load, and she stood there with the water running down her glistening wet naked body. Tony and Lucy had been up to much the same as Babs and me, and Tony was bending over with his hands against the glass wall with his legs wide, water cascading over his bum, and with Lucy standing behind him with her hand between his spread legs stroking his arse and fondling his balls and shaft from behind. His cock looked every bit as rock hard erect as mine.

“These boys’ cocks look stiff enough to snap,” Babs laughed. “I’m sure I can hear them creaking. I think we kalamış escort need to do something about it. Don’t you too Lucy?”

Without waiting for Lucy’s reply, Babs took me by the hand and led me out of the wet room.

“You’ve always fancied my tits, haven’t you?” Babs said with a mischievous smile. Babs hadn’t missed my lustful looks at her tight tops and blouses and the way my hands had hungrily explored her boobs in the shower. I’d had my eyes on Babs’ big round melons from the day I first cast eyes on her, and I’d masturbated enough times imagining them. “Do you want to fuck me between them?” she continued.

The toilet was nearby, and again without waiting my reply Babs sat on it, spread her legs, leaned back and held her big melons up squeezed together. She’d taken one of the little bottles of moisturising cream from the shelf on the wall of the wet room and she poured it into her cleavage. I moved in ready to slide my straining shaft between Babs’ boobs, but before I tit-fucked her there was time for more foreplay. Babs’ nipples were up with arousal, sticking out like little deep pink corks and well lubed with the cream. She gasped with pleasure as I crouched down and licked her nipples, flicked them with my thumbs, then stood and tickled them and circled them with the head of my penis.

I heard a grunt to the side of me and looking through the glass wall I saw Tony standing with his bum pressed back against the glass, shoving his erect cock forward, with Lucy kneeling in front of him. His cock was almost touching her lips. She was tickling him between his spread legs and over his balls with her fingers and her tongue was darting out to flick the big round head of his penis. Every time she licked his knob Tony grunted and juddered. Having teased him, Lucy’s lips slid slowly over Tony’s knob and down the length of his shaft till her nose was touching his pubic hair, then she took hold of his thighs and began to methodically slide her lips up and down Tony’s shaft.

I left Tony to get it from Lucy and I got in position for mine! I stood between Babs’ legs and slid my shaft up between her breasts as she squeezed them together until the head of my penis stuck out of her cleavage. Babs reached under her breasts and tickled my balls with her fingertip and bent her head down and treated my knob to an exquisite lick and suck.

I had a quick glance at Tony and Lucy. Lucy’s pendulous breasts were swinging with the rhythm of her body rocking as her lips slid full length up and down Tony’s shaft. As her lips pleasured his shaft her fingers tickled his balls and her cheeks dimpled as she sucked him. Tony was running his fingers over Lucy’s bare shoulders and through her wet hair.

I treated my hungry cock to long rhythmic full length thrusts of my shaft between Babs’ cream lubed breasts, with the pink-purple tip of my penis peeping out between her boobs at the top of each stroke. My hairy belly was rubbing against Babs’ taut aroused nipples with each thrust as I tit-fucked her. I well knew that when girls are really aroused they can come to orgasm just by stimulating their nipples, and my belly was certainly doing that for Babs! She was soon panting, gasping, moaning and quivering with hot arousal. Babs’ tight warm cleavage felt just like a girl’s vagina, and after what felt like ages of sex pleasure my steel hard penis sliding up and down squeezed between her soft, smooth well lubed breasts my cum jerked its load between her boobs. I pushed Babs backward with my last thrust, my knob slid up till my knob was poking high up above her breasts, and my semen fountained over her face and hair. In her excitement Babs’ arms slid round me and she gripped my backside to pull me hard against her soft breasts.

Lucy and Tony were still going but kavacık escort I could see Tony was close to coming. His face was twisted as if in agony, his entire body was tensed and he was gripping Lucy’s shoulders as her lips continued sliding up and down his rod. I watched till he thrust his hips forward and pulled Lucy’s head against his belly if he was trying to ram his cock as far down Lucy’s throat. He gave that strangled grunt every guy gives when his semen spurts, then nearly pushed Lucy over as his hips thrust and his body juddered in his orgasm.

After a final dip under the shower to wash my semen off Babs’ boobs and where my and Tony’s semen had run down our thighs the four of us came out of the wet room and flopped naked onto Babs’ bed. Like the evening before we drank cold beers from the minibar, watched the hotel TV’s porn channel and romped and fondled with the girls on the beds. My cock was aching hard again and Tony’s looked as hard up as a guys cock can get. Lucy whispered something in Tony’s ear, Tony grinned, then Tony and Lucy put on just enough clothes to be decent and left Babs and me.

The door was scarcely closed behind them before I was gently nudging Babs onto her back on the bed and easing her legs apart. I was frantic to mount her and get my cock up her. But she squirmed out from under me.

“Bed’s boring!” Babs said with a laugh.”I did it with Tony on the bed all last night. Let’s try something different!”

In a moment Babs was on the big wide armed black leather armchair, with a knee on each of its wide arms, her bottom toward me smooth and gleaming under the light, and her smooth shaven pussy bulging out beneath her bum cheeks with her pink labia glistening with sex juice. She looked at me over the long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and her fingers peeped out between her legs as she reached down to play with her pussy and to run a fingertip smoothly along the lips of her slit.

“Please … like this.” She said softly.

That certainly looked more interesting than bed! I stood behind Babs and began to play with her, caressing the backs and insides of her wide spread thighs, stroking her bum cheeks and tickling her along her bum crack, getting close enough that the head of my hard up cock brushed against her legs. My hand slowly worked its way closer and closer to her vagina, and while it crept toward her cunt Babs smoothly masturbated her pussy. She was soon hot and wild and when my fingers first touched her juice soaked labia she cried out and quivered with excitement. I stroked her vagina lips and circled her clit with a fingertip to take her to the brink of orgasm. It didn’t take me long to get her trembling and whimpering with arousal and sex pleasure.

Then it was my turn! I took hold of her spread thighs and teased her by prodding and nuzzling her arousal swollen labia with my knob before I slid in full length so my bush of pubes brushed against her mound. I felt her vagina muscles squeeze around my shaft every bit as tight and smooth as her breasts had been. I held her thighs tightly and gave her vagina full length rhythmic thrusts, and watched her bare back and golden hair rock with the rhythm of my thrusting penis as my hips pat-patted and rubbed against her big soft bum. She climaxed quickly but I held her tight and kept going inside her pulsing vagina as her back arched and she involuntarily thrust her hips in the pulses of her orgasm. She was whimpering with the pleasure of her afterglow as my own cum began to rise. In my orgasm thrust as I filled her with semen I rammed my belly against her soft buttocks so hard I shoved her up the armchair. I stood there for a brief while holding her bum against my hips before I stepped back. Babs stayed in position with her knees on the arms of the chair.

“Oooooohhh! That was so good!” she gasped, and she reached down between her legs to clutch her pussy, while my semen mixed with her juice trickled down the insides of her thighs.

We flopped on the bed for one last beer together and to watch the rest of the porn movie. Then regardless of the early start planned for the next day Babs and I settled down for a busy night in Babs’ big double bed!

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My name is Kat. I’m 53, blonde, and still in pretty good shape I think. 5’5″ tall, only 140 lbs. 36c/32/34, and work out on a pretty regular schedule. Overall I think I have maintained a healthy life style, and held up to the test of time.

I was about to have all of that put to the scrutiny of an old friend whom I had not seen in many years. We were roommates in grad school at Notre Dame together. Although we stayed in contact over the years it has been more than a few since we had spent time together.

Her husband had business in my area, so they were going to stop by for a visit while they were here. I was beyond excited. The last time we had all gotten together we had a great time out and about, but alas, it was a short visit. She was my first female sexual experience back in college. I did remember it fondly and converted to being Bi due to the pleasure I had enjoyed with her.

She called to let me know they had arrived in town, were looking for a hotel, and would meet with me later. I was happy and nervous all at the same time. She had called a second time to inform me that a hotel was hard to find since there was a convention in town.

I suggested they simply stay at my place since I had plenty of space with my daughter away at school. I gave her the address, and told her I’d meet them at the house in about 20 minutes.

I arrived home to find them waiting in my driveway. The hugs and well wishes were as if we had never been apart. We picked up as if no time had ever existed with us being apart. I had forgotten how beautiful she was. I short 5’1″ redhead, maybe still only 120 lbs with an amazing 34d/30/34 body that looked magnificent. Her husband by contrast was 6’3″ well over 200 lbs, and still as solid as he had been in his younger years.

We moved inside to get them settled into the guest room. Tony had to run and meet a client, without knowing how long he would be gone.

After he left we decided to have a glass of wine and catch up on how our lives had turned out. Before starting on a second glass we decided to change into our bikinis and relax in the hot tub as it had been a long drive for them. The wine flowed almost as well as the conversation. Time flew by as we chatted about everything under the sun. As it was with us no subject was off limits.

The second bottle being opened was the turning point in the evening. Our topic shifted to our sex lives, and how good ferhatpaşa escort or bad things had been throughout our lives. The wine and the heat of the water did have an effect on the both of us. As the sun was setting and a chill coming on we went back inside. Dropping the wine and glasses in the kitchen, we went into the laundry room to pull off our swimwear, and dry off. Robes were hanging on hooks for us to pull on once we had removed the wet clothing. Stealing glances at her amazing body sent shivers down my spine.

We retrieved the wine, and retired to the living room. Turning on the television while we continued to chat.

Sharing a few photographs of recent events proved to be interesting. While looking through her phone I stumbled on a photo of her and another woman in a compromising position. My shock must have been evident as she looked to see what I had reacted to. Her smile and laugh resonated within me. She flipped the photo the next few at a regular pace. Each photograph more revealing, and sexier than the last. The photo’s started my own thoughts to turn to sex. My nipples hardened, and I felt a longing between my legs as it had been a bit for my own needs being met.

It could have been predicted, but it still caught me off guard when she leaned over and slowly kissed me. The softness of her lips pressing into mine. The pressure of her mouth against mine the feelings running through my body in an instant. Returning the kiss was without hesitation, long, slow, and deep. Our tongues meet somewhere in the middle and explored each other in a lazy circle.

During the kiss my robe somehow became undone, and opened. Her hands cupping, and kneading my breasts. The nipples begging for more attention. Deepening the kiss, her hands and fingers fondled my breasts more. My desire was rising causing me to get a little moist. She broke the kiss, and her lips trailed down and over my neck. Her teeth leaving little nips as they went. Her tongue swirled around first one nipple, then the other. They screamed for direct attention.

It felt like it took forever for her to run her tongue over my nipples, sending my body into outer space. The softness of her tongue and lips on my nipples had them standing straight up for her. Licking and sucking them to full hardness, allowing my body to react in the way she liked. Licking and sucking each gebze escort nipple in turn drove my desire to rise further.

The pressure of her mouth sucking my nipples was sending me further into sensual wanting. About that time I felt her fingers slide between my legs and across my slit. The effect was electric. The wetness that occurred was right on time with her sinking them into me, pressing them in then wiggling them out. Her slow and easy rhythm was fantastic, raising my desire for an orgasm even higher. The moving of her fingers in and out, combined with the sucking of my nipples had me ready for more.

Pressing her fingers in deep and hard drove me to arch and fall over onto the sofa. My head propped up on the arm, as my legs splayed open. She didn’t miss a beat and her head went between my open legs swiftly. Her fingers deep inside me as her tongue circled my clit. Head back, eyes closed enjoying the feelings rushing through me. In, and out she moved her fingers in an easy manner, as she licked around my opening and clit. The television was loud, but my moans were louder.

I heard her moaning and opened my eyes to see her husband with his hand moving behind her. We locked eyes for a moment, and smiled at each other.

He stood up and started removing his clothes. I watched in awe as his muscled body came into view. The powerful chest was first, then, the legs as his pants came off. Her fingers pressing deep, and hard in and out of me. Her talented tongue hitting all the right spots. His body making me want more of him. As he removed his boxers, I stared in surprise.

He took a step closer and I realized I wasn’t seeing things. There before me was the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It had to be close to a foot long, and thick as a cucumber. I was captivated as her fingers and tongue teased me further and further. He placed one leg over me and settled with his huge cock inches from my face. I attempted to wrap my hand around it, but it was slightly bigger than I could manage. Stroking it as best I could, and bringing it to my mouth. Tasting it I found it hard to get into my mouth.

Her fingers moving in and out, her tongue flicking my clit had me on the edge. I started fitting his cock in my mouth a bit at a time. I never got more than half of it in. Between his cock, and her work on my pussy I was on the edge. When she sucked my clit, güzelyalı escort and plunged her fingers deep into my pussy, I exploded in orgasm.

I vaguely remember being picked up and carried, but the feel of the soft bed is what I awoke to. As I looked around I saw them engaged in a bit of fun. Her mouth was wrapped around his cock, and his fingers were pressing into her pussy. He saw me looking, and motioned me to help him.

I moved to between her legs, and smelled her excitement. It made me want to enjoy her more. Watching how she took care of his cock I would have to find out how she was able to take so much of it into her mouth. But for the task before me, I bent to take my first taste of her. Licking along her wet opening was heaven. I took to it with all the care she took to me. My fingers delving deeper into her moist wetness. Her clit open before me. Licking the flat of my tongue across her clit as my fingers drove in and out of her pussy. His cock matching my movement in her mouth.

Settling in between her legs to enjoy giving her what she had given me. Fingers driving in and out. Licking and sucking her clit. Focused on pleasing her as she had me. Her moans getting louder. In and out of her warm, wet pussy went my slender fingers. Curling across her G-spot on the way out. Teasing her slow, then fast over her clit. Her thrashing under me.

I heard in a clear voice “Fuck her good”

Focused on her pussy, I didn’t pay attention to him moving behind me. He lifted me onto my knees and lined himself up to my opening. I tried to focus on her pussy and the pleasure I was giving her, but it was hard to do so as I felt him start to slide that monster into me. Opening me wider than I thought possible. Feeling him sink in ever so slowly I grew to accommodate his size. It felt wonderful, but drove me to suck her clit harder. As he got into a nice easy pace of fucking me I was able to attack her wet pussy. As he drove his cock into my pussy, I drove my fingers into hers. Sucking and licking her clit as he pulled out.

Something driving into both of us, he into me, and I into her was forcing the both of us toward orgasms. In, and out motions were making the both us moan louder, and louder. Her orgasm hit first as my fingers and tongue worked her pussy to flood onto my face. His huge cock forced me forward onto her body. Laying slightly on top of her as he rammed home the final time to force me over the edge. Finally he pulled out and shot a giant load of cum over the pair of us.

She and I lay together on the bed, panting, and covered in sweat, and cum. He retired to the wash room and returned with warm wash clothes so we could clean up a bit, then to the kitchen for some cold water.

What an interesting first evening together.

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I text you and tell you that “we’re ready”. You come to the hotel door and knock. The girl on the bed is still a little oblivious as to what is happening. I have had my tongue between her legs for the last 1/2 hour and she has orgasmed so many times that she is out of breath and still trying to recover. I let you in you look around the room. I am already naked and hard. You reach down and stroke me. You ask if I’ve been having fun. I give you a long kiss and let you taste the girl from my mouth.

You look over and see her stretched out on the bed. Her legs and arms are drawn out in a spread eagle formation. She is blindfolded and still breathing hard, but has her head turned toward us. She asks who is in the room. I tell her that I have a ‘treat’ for her. I walk over and run my hand up the inside of her thigh. I insert two fingers into her and she moans. I pull my fingers out and trace them up her stomach and over her breasts. I then run them along her lips. She opens her mouth and allows me to insert my fingers into her warm mouth. I let her suck on them for a while. You in the meantime, have walked over toward me and have kneeled down in front of me. You slowly take my cock into your mouth and start to suck me. You feel my hardness going into your throat and you look up at me — I am smiling.

You are pushing back against my cock as you feel me go deeper and deeper into you. I push you forward onto the bed and you grab the girl’s leg for support. She bucks her hips in fright, but then starts to squirm a little – trying to get someone to touch her. You look to the end of the bed and see the mirror’s reflection of what is going on. You smile at yourself, but the smack I give you on your ass brings you back to reality.

I stop for a moment to pick erenköy escort you up and turn you around. I then lay you sideways on the bed in such a fashion so that the small of your back is resting on the girl’s stomach. I then move toward you and put my fingers inside you. I pull them out and tell the girl that I want her to taste you. She opens her mouth to let my fingers in. She loves it and asks for more. I tell her there is more to come but she must wait. I move back between your legs and proceed to start fucking you again. This time you cannot contain your emotions and you are making noise. I am calling your name and telling you to cum for me right here. You wrap your legs around me and tense up. I can feel your hips quiver as you start to orgasm. You continue to shake as I push my cock right up against your clit – moving it back and forth as the orgasm washes over your body. You lay completely back when you are done – you are breathing heavy now and I watch as you try to relax.

Slowly I pull you up from the girl and put you in the chair. I lift each leg over the arm of the chair so that you are spread eagle. I then drop to my knees and slowly run my tongue up the inside of your thighs until I reach your wet pussy. I insert my tongue and you lean your head back in ecstasy. I continue licking and sucking you while you watch the girl on the bed try and get free. She is begging for someone to touch her. You motion to your purse. You have brought something. You pull out a device that looks like a small egg attached by a wire to a control box. “It’s what I call a bullet”, you say, “She will enjoy this”. I sit back and watch as you sway your hips toward the girl. You put the ‘bullet’ directly against esenyalı escort the girl’s clit and you turn it on. The ‘bullet’ vibrates – slowly at first, and then faster as you increase the speed. I can see the effect on the bound girl – she is pulling against her restraints as she pushes her pussy upward. It doesn’t take long before you have her moaning and thrashing about – it’s an erotic site to behold. After a few more minutes you have her cumming and begging to be fucked.

I ask if you’d like to watch me make her come. You move my lips to yours and give me a kiss. You say ‘go ahead’. I rise up and move to the rear of the bed now. I look over at you and you have already begun to play with yourself. Watching you keeps me hard as I lay myself over the girl and slowly push myself into her.

As I slide into the girl I slowly move my hands up to cup her breasts. Her nipples are hard and you watch as I pinch them. She asks if you are still in the room. I say yes, and I ask her if she likes to be watched by someone she has never seen while she is getting fucked. She says she is extremely turned on. I look over and you and wink. You have your right hand rubbing your pussy very quickly and you are almost ready to cum again. I start to thrust into the girl harder and harder. You watch as my body pushes the girl against her restraints. You can see her breasts heave every time I drive into her. You get out of your chair and walk over to me and put your hands on my back, so you can feel my body move in and out of her. You reach around my chest and rub my nipples – you ask me again when I’m going to get them pierced. We laugh.

I ask you to do me a favor and untie one of the girl’s ankles. I dragos escort untie the other. I then untie both her hands and flip her over. She is on all fours before I take her hands and stretch them out and retie them. I leave her legs loose so she can pull them under her. I make her spread her legs wide and we both stand behind her watching while she exposes herself to us. You ask if you can touch her again. I say yes. I move to the front of her and sit down at the head of the bed. I put my legs underneath her arms. Her face is now right in my lap. I move her mouth onto my cock. You move toward her and run your hands up the outside of both her thighs. She now realizes that you are involved again. She starts to bob up and down on my cock as you begin to explore her pussy. It’s not long before you have moved underneath her and have pulled her down onto your mouth. You insert your tongue and begin to move it in and out — tracing up her lips until you reach her clit. Then you start to suck it hard. I can feel from where I am that she is about to cum. I push her up and down on my cock until I feel her stiffen and then shake. She pulls off my cock and moans out loud that she is coming. I get out from the front of my bed so I can watch you continue to bring her to orgasm.

I then tell you that I have a treat for you. I behind the girl and spread her ass cheeks apart. She knows what is going to happen and she arches her back. I then begin to push my cock into her ass. I know you love to watch this and having me over top of you while I fuck this girl in the ass is almost too much for you to take. You reach up and grab my ass and start pushing me so I go deeper and deeper into her. I am now giving her everything I have and you can hear the slapping as I pound her over and over again. I tell you I am going to cum and you watch as I pull out and spray my cum all over the girl’s back. You crawl out from underneath her and she collapses on the bed, spent from all the energy she has just exerted. You get dressed quietly and I give you a kiss. You then leave the room — I tell you that I’ll call you as soon as she leaves.

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One of my Literotica friends has asked me to add a little bit more about my fun that I had in my younger day. I was 19, just about to turn 20 when this experience occurred.

I have already written but not yet shared a couple of the fun times I had on foreign holidays with my friends.

I will be adding them to this ‘series’ of experiences.

The fun I had experienced had whetted my appetite for more and I took every opportunity I could to have some fun whenever away.

On one such occasion I had been away with a couple of friends for a short break in London. A bit of sightseeing and also a bit of retail therapy as well.

The friends I had gone with had planned a visit to some family they had down there,and as I didn’t know them I decided to give it a miss.

I decided I would go for a bit of a wander myself. Take in some sights, do some shopping and see if I could have a bit of fun.

I was glad I did!

It was a nice summers day so I had dressed for the warm weather. A shortish denim mini skirt, white blouse and a pair of moderate heels. I had a new set of white undies to go with it. Frilly and lacy white panties and a white bra.

I set off from our hotel once the two other girls had left for their overnight visit to their aunts house.

My first stop was a coffee shop for some refreshment before doing a little bit of shopping on Oxford Street.

I hadn’t had any cock for a well over a week or so and I was ready for a bit of nookie.

On finishing my spending spree in the early afternoon, I headed back to the hotel, happy with my purchases and also feeling a bit fruity and up for some fun.

On arrival back at the hotel I settled in to the bar area for a wee G&T to unwind following my shopping trip. There was a large conference room/hall adjacent to the bar and I had noticed in the morning that there was some type of business seminar being held in it.

A few of the business men and women had already begun to filter into the bar area and I noticed that they all appeared to be winding their meeting down.

I was sat in a window area looking out onto the grounds of the hotel and as I sat looking out I noticed a few guys at the bar giving me the once over. I was beginning to get that naughty feeling that maybe some fun was on offer here, and I started to glance over in their direction, hoping maybe they would make eye contact, and see if any of them were brave enough to approach.

I needn’t have worried because within a few minutes one of the three men approached asking if I would mind if they pinched the other seats around my table.

I of course said, “help yourself.”

To which the man asked me if I was waiting for some friends or would I like too join his small group for a drink or two?

I gleefully accepted, explaining about my friends being away and about me being on my own. Very quickly the other two men joined us and we introduced ourselves.

The three men were in fact two brothers, Sanjit and Dillip and one of their suppliers Ian.

It transpired that they owned a small chain of shops (ladies clothes/boutiques) in the south of the country, the conference was on some managerial technique or other and they were staying overnight in the hotel afterwards.

I would have placed the two brothers in there early 50s and Ian in his 40s. They were all well turned out in suits and lovely smart shoes. Rather on the paunchy side, not fat exactly, but a little bit overweight.

We chatted and I was asked why I was down in London, why I hadn’t gone with my friends, and what had I been buying etc.

On answering them I could tell that the elder brother Sanjit was straining to try and get a glimpse down my top as I sat chatting, and as I motioned forward to pick up my drink this got me thinking to myself.

‘Ah so the randy bugger wants to have a peek eh.’

I then began to make sure I lent forward just that little bit more and that my tits were jutting out wards as I did so, hoping the randy fucker would get a bit of a titty flash as I did so.

I think I was managing to do it quite well,and making it look quite accidental, because he certainly got flushed around the face, and I don’t think it was just from his glass of whiskey!

By the next round of drinks it was becoming obvious that they were all flirting with me and that I was openly responding.

The usual moves had been employed by me: flicking of my hair, crossing and uncrossing of my legs, which seemed to particularly entertain Dillip, the stretching across to reach for things accentuating my titties and making Sanjit go redder and redder in the face.

We had a pleasant chat and flirt for a good hour or so, the conversation becoming more suggestive with the passing of time and the consumption of another round or two of drinks.

I had informed them of me buying myself some new shoes, undies and a new dress whilst out shopping in the morning. Ian was the first to respond, asking if they were sexy undies for my boyfriend, and if the dress was short enough to be interesting.

I caddebostan escort had been giggling away with him saying that he was a ‘cheeky so and so’ adding that the dress was ‘far too short for in here anyway!”

He was responding by telling me that would be a sight worth seeing. as I had ‘nice legs’ and he told me he certainly enjoyed them in my mini skirt.

By now it was obvious they were trying to pull me and that I was certainly open to the idea.

They asked me what my plans for later where, and I said I would probably have a shower and may well be popping out for a meal somewhere and then probably be back at the hotel again for a couple of drinks.

At this point Sanjit asked me if I would like to go for a meal with them, as they had planned a trip out for a meal and then had hoped they might ‘get lucky’ and meet some nice ladies.

I said I would love to join them but that if they were hoping to meet some ladies they may be better without me tagging along.

Ian replied by saying ‘well we’ve already met one’ and that I seemed like fun. By this point I had already made up my mind … I was fucking them all that night.

I then said, “Okay I will go and get changed and meet you in an hour or so?”

This was greeted with a welcome round of yes pleases and I was soon headed off to the lift. My shopping in tow, and giving my best wiggle as I was making my way back to my room.

Ian decided he needed to go to his room at the same time and so we headed off together to the lift. Sanjit and Dillip were sat finishing off their drinks and smiled as Ian made his way with me.

Once in the lift Ian asked if I was okay with having the three of them so obviously chatting me up.

I responded by saying I was a big girl and could handle the three of them no problem.

Ian then simply asked, “And would you?”

“Would I what,” I asked back, knowing full well what he was meaning.

“Well if the three of us fancied a bit of fun, could you handle us all?”

I looked at him and gave him a wry smile, “I have handled more than three before don’t you worry,” and with that I gave him a wee peck on the cheek and told him I would meet him and the others in an hour or so.

I could tell he was desperate to make a move on me there and then, but the tease in me just wanted to keep him waiting.

Once in my room I was little bit giddy from one too many G&Ts and also from the familiar feeling of sex taking over me. I knew that if I played this right I was getting a lot of attention that evening and that just made me feel even randier.

I showered, pampered my self, gave my cunny a fresh shave and cream and then started to get ready.

I had bought a nice black dress in the morning. Mini length but quite elegant, strapped and backless. I had also bought some new black wedge style shoes and also some nice hold up stockings and undies from one of the ‘posh shops’ on Oxford Street.

Once dressed and made up I was beginning to feel that warm, wet tingling sensation that my fanny gets when I am in the mood for some real fun.

By this time it was well over an hour and a half later and so I thought that I should make my way downstairs to see if they were all talk and no action or if they were going to take me out.

They were all sat in the lounge area. They had all changed into different suits and had obviously made the effort. Aftershave was heavy in the air and I could see a couple of shaky hands as I walked over too them.

“Oh hiya Anna, gosh you look lovely,” was the response I got as they all admired me in my dress.

I gave them a little twirl and told them, “Thanks very much, you all look lovely too.”

Ian had already ordered a taxi for us and informed me that they had taken the liberty of booking a restaurant as well if that was OK.I said if course it was and within a few minutes our taxi pulled up.

It was a private hire cab rather than a black London cab, and Sanjit admitted that he knew the owner of the firm and so we would have the ‘best of service.’

I wiggled my way into the back,in the middle, Sanjit and Dillip sat on either side of me. Ian was looking disgruntled by having to sit in the front.

In the back I made sure that as I sat down my dress rode up displaying a hint of the pattern on the tops of my stockings.

Dillip again seemed fascinated by my legs and Sanjit again was getting a good glimpse of my boobs as we drove to the restaurant. Dillip then put one hand on my leg and gently patted it, not trying to get his hand up my dress, just resting it on my leg and giving a gentle squeeze every now and again.

Ian was chatting away to the taxi driver and we all were feeling rather merry and things were getting off to a good start.

Dillip then lent over and whispered in my ear, “Are you wearing stockings Anna?”

I whispered back to him, “Yes they are the new ones I got this morning, do you like them?”

He then whispered back to me, “Oh anadolu yakası escort yes, I love stockings and your legs are lovely in them.”

With this I wiggled a little bit and let my dress ride up a bit more, now the full tops of the stockings were on show to the two guys in the back seat.

I whispered back to Dillip, “I hope you like the view now!”

He replied in a hushed whisper in my ear, “Oh yes Anna you have my cock hard already just looking at you.”

I glanced down to his crotch area to see the tell tale bulge pointing upwards!

“What are you two whispering about?” came the response from Ian in the front.

“Never you mind,” I said. “That’s our secret,” to which Dillip gave a huge grin and a playful squeeze on my stocking top.

Sanjit was sat on the other side and his hand had strayed on to my left thigh as well.

I smiled and them both and whispered to them in turn, “Don’t worry you will get to see and feel a lot more later!”

“If you both have bulges that size all night the waiters will be worried,” I then said as I looked at their crotches.

We all laughed and I straightened myself up and the rest of the cab journey was spent with us three in the back having a laugh and a smile to each other.

We arrived at the restaurant and once seated at our table the flirting began in earnest. Ian had obviously been feeling left out in the front and he sat next to me, eyeing up my tits at every opportunity and also commenting on ‘How sexy you look’ and telling me ‘You have a lovely pair of legs.’

The compliments flowed along with the wine. the three of them appearing to enjoy having me as their ‘date for the evening’

On chatting they all admitted to being married, now I feel slightly ashamed of this, but at the time I thought to myself, ‘Ah fuck it if their wives cant keep em happy.’

Sanjit and Dillip both said their wives were very sexually inactive and that they only had sex rarely with them. Ian said his wife was more of a game one and admitted that she had once taken a younger lover whilst on holiday.

They asked if I had ever been with an older man and I told them a little about Eric my previous lover and also intimated that I had enjoyed some fun with a few of his friends as well.

They seemed genuinely taken aback at this and Dillip in particular wanted to know more details

We sat and chatted and the talk was quite raunchy, as I told them of my times acting as waitress at Erics poker nights. I could Tell they were all getting hot under the collar.

I was certainly getting hot down below, my pussy was starting to get very moist.

The conversation continued throughout the meal and during this time I was playfully ‘fondled’ under the table.

Nothing too extravagant, just a little grope up my dress onto my leg and a few whispers of, “give us a little flash of your tits.”

I responded by giving them all a little pat on their trousers and loved feeling their cocks getting stiffer as each time I did so.

After a couple of hours we had finished the meal, had drank a couple of bottles of wine and were all getting on very well indeed. Sanjit suggested we may want to go for a drink in a club or bar, to which I said, “I would rather we went back and had a little drink and some fun at the hotel.”

Ian was the one to ask me outright, “So are you inviting us all?”

I replied, “Of course. I want my three hunks all to myself. I’m a greedy girl!”

Sanjit was bright red at this point and I asked if he was embarrassed.

“I don’t think I can stand up at the moment,” he replied and I looked down to see he had an enormous hard bulge of cock jutting up in his trousers.

“Bloody hell,” I quickly said. “What size is that! It looks huge!”

“Oh hes a right show off, ” Dillip replied.

“Just because I got your share too,” replied a clearly proud Sanjit to his brother.

We all laughed and I have to say the bulge in his trousers seemed to be hiding a prick of truly colossal proportions.

The taxi arrived and this time Ian and Sanjit got in the back with Dillip banished to the front. The flirting was more full on in the taxi on the way back.

With the two of them not feeling shy about having a grope of my tits and a good feel not only of my thigh but at one point them both having their hands up my dress and toying with my knickers.

Dillip was feeling a bit left out as I took it in turns to openly kiss Sanjit and Ian.

“Hoy you two, leave some for me,” was his response.

The young taxi driver was glancing back at every opportunity as well, getting himself a good eyeful of me being groped, snogged and generally felt up in the back seat.

Once back at the hotel we all made our way up to my floor in the lift. Once inside they got even fruitier with me. At one point I was lent against the back of the lift. My legs parted and Sanjit and Dillips hands going fifty to the dozen up my dress as they played with my by now sopping dudullu escort wet fanny.

Ian was groping my tits and licking my ear, probing it roughly with his tongue as well.

We staggered out of the lift and virtually ran to my room. Once inside it became a pretty frenzied scene of sexual activity.

My dress was quickly whipped off and I was then relieved of my bra and knickers to leave me just in the hold up stockings and my wedge shoes.

I didn’t get a chance to get anything else off when Sanjits cock was popped out of his trousers and fuck me it was massive!

“Fucking hell, let me get hold of that,” I said as I stared at his enormous tool.

I sank onto my knees and began to work on his shaft with my fingers. My whole hand was easily wrapped around his cock as I wanked him slowly.

“You’re fucking huge,” I said to him.

“Get it in your mouth then,” he replied. “Let us see what a good little cock sucker you are.”

I eagerly gobbled on his prick as the other two guys began to get undressed. They were both soon fully naked and had their cocks in their hands tugging at them gently as I worked on Sanjits gigantic bell end.

I slobbered over it and I couldn’t fit the full length or thick, red head into my mouth, in fact if I had 3/4 of his cock in me I would have been lucky.

“Fucking suck it you sexy bitch,” was Ian’s response to me bobbing my head up and down and back and forth.

“I told you she was a fucking tart!” He swore. “I could tell from the moment I saw the slut this afternoon.”

All the action. the sight of the huge cock, the sight of the other two pulling on themselves had me really juiced up and I began to let flow with my own stream of filth.

“You fucking filthy bastards,” I said. “You’re dirty, cheating fucking bastards and you are all gonna fuck the shit out of me.”

“I want your wives to smell my fanny on you all when you get back home. Come on get those fucking cocks stiff and get them over here.”

The three of them took it in turns to feed me their cocks as I licked, sucked, slobbered and spat all over them. I worked on them for ages getting them rock solid and really wet with my spit.

By this point my cunt was dripping and my slit was opening up nicely, even before any of the guys had got to work on me.

I continued licking and sucking on their cocks as I was positioned onto all fours doggystyle, and Sanjit moved behind me.

He gripped around my waist and I could feel his huge cock end beginning to nudge my cunt lips open. With a thrust he was up me and fucking hell I thought he was going to come out of my mouth!

“Fuck,” I shouted.

“Do you like that Anna?” was Sanjits reply. “You like my big cock up you, I bet you haven’t had one this big up you have you?

I was on all fours with Ian wanking his cock slowly at my side, Dillip was in my mouth as I slobbered over his prick in between thrusts and moans from his brother Sanjit behind me.

“Oh fucking hell,” I moaned. “Your fucking cock is gorgeous, Christ I’m gonna cum off already, fuck me Sanjit, fuck me with your cock. Fuck it hard. Jesus fucking christ I’m cumming already!”

I urged him on as I intermittently sucked on his brothers tool as he stood in front of me.

“Your fucking cunt is soaking you dirty bitch,” Sanjit was now really pounding me from behind and slapping my arse as he did so.

Ian was slowly pulling his cock in front of me and he was commenting on the action as he did so.

“Fuck the bitch San, fuck the young tart.”

“Go on get the full length up the whore, fuck her deep and make her cum, you fucking love it don’t you Anna?”

I couldn’t disagree I was loving having this spit roast and was cumming heavily on Sanjits massive cock.

“Oh I fucking love it Ian, fuck me I’m cumming,” with a few more thrusts I came off as Sanjit continued to slowly fuck me from behind.

He slipped out of me easily and I immediately got to work on sucking my fanny juice from his prick It was absolutely stiff as a poker, bright red and covered in my creamy cunny juice.

I licked it all off and again slobbered over his huge prick. I couldn’t believe the size and girth of It, and I had taken it all up my cunt with relish … and I wanted more!

As I sucked on Sanjit, using my tongue to get all my sticky juice lapped up, Dillip and Ian moved behind and commented on my fanny.

“Its fucking wide open and the sluts dribbling cum,” was Dillips comments.

“Shes fucking wet but tight,” Sanjit told his brother.

“Not anymore,” laughed Ian and with this he stuck his whole four fingers up me and then began to work his thumb up me as well.

“You’ve fucking stretched the little whores cunt well and proper.”

“He was fucking amazing,” I said to Ian, Sanjit smiling and winking at me.

“Glad you like my Indian 10 inches,” he said.

I replied, “I love it and don’t think you’re finished yet!”

“Lets see if I can fist you, you dirty little bitch,” Ian said to me

I again got onto all fours with my legs wide as I could and Ian slowly worked his hand up into my sopping gash hole. I was bucking back gently to meet his hand thrusts as Dillip moved behind to get a good view and Sanjit continued to feed his monster cock to me.

Sanjits cock had opened me up so much Ian was easily able too get his fist up me and he began to fist me as both he and Dillip urged me on.

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Breastfeeding. Tis a wonderful thing.

Now as a man, I realise that saying such a thing might see me mistaken for a perve and a creep. Hell, it’s pretty hard for a guy to espouse any praise for the natural act of a woman feeding an infant by the boob, as the natural assumption is that most guys can’t separate their base sexual feelings from an appreciation of what is, very much, a natural and beautiful act.

Not that I’m saying I’m not a perve and a creep. I am those things, very much so.

I can’t help it. I’ve been a fan of the boob for as far back as my muzzy memory stretches. I love boobs. I’m a boob man. A tit fan. And frankly, though I’m not at all proud to declare it, I’ll default to stealing a glimpse of some boob even if there does happen to be a baby hanging off the end of it.

I know. I’m terrible. I’m ascribing a sexual objectivity to what is, first and foremost, an organ designed for and devoted to the rearing of young ones. I ought to be ashamed of myself – and I am, quite genuinely.

Unless I work really hard at it, I will often find myself, out of pure base instinct, whipping my head around at the merest glimpse of a breast bared in public – a breast bared not for my benefit, nor anyone else’s benefit, aside of course from providing nourishment to the woman’s offspring. I swear I have a radar for bared breasts. I see them beyond the corners of my eye, even if the poor woman is sitting directly behind me. Somehow, I know that a boob is out, and I find myself gawking at it before I can think to stop myself.

It has been a problem plaguing my entire adulthood, and for a long time I struggled to overcome the issue. At first I tried to overcompensate. If ever I should offend my own growing feminist sensibilities by ogling a breastfeeding woman in my company, I would make every effort to not look at her again – not at her boob, or even at any other part of her. She became invisible to me, like she was not even there. Which, on reflection, was of course simply dumb. I’d be unintentionally ostracising her from my conversation or attention, appearing to punish her for daring to feed her child in public. It was the last thing I wanted to do, of course, and yet there I was doing it.

Then there was the time I was in conversation with a new mother, who was also a good friend, when she casually popped out a boob and started feeding her baby right there, right in front of me. What did I do? Did I make it weird? But of course I fucking did – never in my life had I ever held such a fixed lock on eye contact with a person such as I did during the remainder of that conversation. I was so determined to not look at her boob, so determined to prove to myself, and perhaps to her too, that I could be better than a slobbering perve, that I once again made things weird and uncomfortable by tractor-beaming my gaze deep into her eyes, drilling with my irises into the very depths of her psyche and her soul. She looked uncomfortable, but I was dumb and stubborn and lacked the preparation or imagination to behave any better. Can’t say I’m too proud of how I handled that one.

That was back in my youth, though. With time and practice, in more recent experiences of a similar boobs-out nature, I could brow-beat myself into performing a passing impression of a normal human being. In between all of these near-miss breastfeeding shenanigans, I also somehow managed to find myself a real nice lady who saw something in me worth sticking around for, and we went and made ourselves our own little squalling piece of progeny.

As part of that process, my missus – she has a name, her name is Shelly – joined a Mother’s Group, a bit of a support and social network comprised of other new mums in our local area. And boy, if you were ever inclined to find a situation where bare boobs and breastfeeding abounded, go and find yourself a Mother’s Group to hang around.

I came prepared. Fathers weren’t verboten from the Mother’s Group – just as it was for the ladies, for the lads it was also an ideal chance to make some new mates and remonstrate on the many joys of new fatherhood (sarcasm only mostly intended). Beyond a chance to hang out with new mates, in attending these Mother’s Groups I knew there was only too great a certainty that one of these newly-met ladies would whip out a boob and stuff it into a bubba’s gob. And I was determined not to be weird about it.

Come the day and time, and lo and behold, of course it was the hottest of all the other mums who first went and bared a breast. Her name is Heather, and just to add to the fun of everything, her hubby Chris was the bloke I’d best hit it off with and considered the closest of my new buddies.

So when I found myself watching Heather undoing her blouse and fixing to pull out the boob, I looked away. As one would do, if one had control of one’s faculties and wasn’t a horrible revolting perve. Happily, Heather’s boobs weren’t enormous – her baby’s head, once in position, covered her up quite safely, to escort bayan acıbadem the extent that once she had her bub in place I felt free and safe to continue to regard Heather as per normal. I could safely look to her when she spoke, and I would look away when there was no other real reason to continue looking at her, just as I would if she didn’t have a boob hanging free and easy out of her shirt. I was doing well, I thought to myself.

And as the coup de grace, the finishing touch to my efforts to pass myself off as something other than a vile and reprehensible turd of a person, I even chipped in to the conversation a couple of times when she spoke while she fed – fixing her easily in the eye, smiling lightly and normally, even cracking a joke at one point and making her laugh. All while she had a lovely, perky, really very nice boob out there in the open.

And it was nice. It felt natural and easy. I felt like I’d finally trumped my base villainy, like I perhaps might finally be considered a regular human being in the grand scheme of things. Not that it was entirely easy and natural for me, I still had to check myself as boobs came and went, I’d still have to work to present a normal façade during future meetings of mothers and baring of boobs. But to have come away from that initial challenge, without having caught a glimpse of my mate’s wife’s breast – either accidentally or intentionally – it felt good.

And you know what? It kind of felt like my effort was actually appreciated by Heather. It’s hard to say how or why, but on some subtle wavelength it truly felt to me like Heather had recognised in me a fellow of fine quality – like maybe she had issued something of a challenge in baring her breast for those first few moments, a challenge that other men in that situation had failed; perhaps other blokes had gone for the gawping gawk at her bared bosom, or perhaps they had erred on the other side as I used to do in my youth, making such a show of ‘look, I’m not looking!’ that it became something of a sad spectacle.

From that point on, both Heather and Chris were nothing but effusive with their friendship, both towards me and Shelly my wife. As time went by the mother’s group dwindled, some ladies going back to work, others fading away from the meetings due to any number of reasons. Similarly, other couples and groups had formed tighter-knit bonds of their own, eventually to the point where myself, Shelly, Heather and Chris found ourselves only really hanging out with each other.

And that was absolutely fine. Shelly and I did alright for ourselves and we had a nice little house in a good town, and we’d have Chris and Heather over every now and again for a meal and a laugh. But Chris and Heather seemed to be doing even better, with quite a large and very nice place up on a hill with a top view out over the ocean. It had spare bedrooms aplenty, and they kept large reserves of top-notch beer and wine too, which in combination made Saturday nights of boozing on at their house – with our bubs asleep and safely parked upstairs – a regular occurrence.

One such Saturday evening, nearly twelve months into our mutual parenthood, we had just made a start on the fun. The sun had not yet gone down and things were only just kicking on; Heather was giving her little girl her last feed of the night, my Shelly had our little tyke upstairs and was deep into the twenty-minute ritual of settling him down for a sleep, and Chris was down the bottom of the yard taking a business call. I was nursing my first cold beer, though Heather had not yet started drinking, not wanting to spike her baby’s milk with alcohol.

Which made it all the more surprising when, on finishing feeding, Heather didn’t immediately tuck her breast back into her top.

I looked. I couldn’t help but look, a quick fleeing glimpse.

It was the first time I had truly caught a good look at our Heather. Her breasts weren’t large like my Shelly’s – think Jennifer Aniston and you’ve good a good analogue for Heather’s breasts and general fine figure, where you need to stretch more to a Salma Hayek to get a better idea of Shelly.

Heather’s boob: perky. No natural droop or sag to speak of whatsoever. Fulsome, flush with the swell of breastmilk. Adorned with a prominent nipple, smallish in diameter but tall and proud of the boob; it stood stiff and erect, possibly a result of the rush of a cool summer’s ocean breeze upon her damp, exposed skin.

I felt guilty as soon as I looked at her breast, and I quickly looked up to see if Heather had caught me – and of course she had. But there was no reprimand forthcoming. If anything, she looked somewhat triumphant, a twinkle in her eye and a small smile on her lips as though she had achieved exactly what she had hoped to achieve.

Not knowing what to make of that, and silently reproaching myself for failing in such an obvious fashion, I looked out to sea and took a swig escort bayan bağdat caddesi of my beer. What else was there to do?

“Shelly’s not breastfeeding any more, is she?” Heather asked of me.

“No, she transitioned our bub to formula at six months,” I replied – trying not to frown quizzically, being quite sure Heather knew all too well that Shelly was no longer breastfeeding. “Her milk supply didn’t seem to be doing the trick anymore.”

“It must be nice to be free of having to feed,” Heather reckoned, still with a boob out. I knew she was still exposed, seeing enough from the corner of my eye to know she hadn’t moved to tuck it back in, without seeing enough to actually still be seeing it.

“Yeah, there’s a lot of convenience in formula feeding,” I found myself agreeing. “Easier to regulate how much bubba’s getting, easier to do the feeding out and about…”

“Guess I’ve just been lucky. Little Missy usually gets far more milk out of me than she knows what to do with! And breastfeeding in public – well, that’s half the thrill.”

I found myself gripping my beer quite tightly at the way she said that. There was more than a hint of allure in her voice, and I struggled not to panic. Standing alone with an extremely attractive woman, who had her boob hanging out of her top for no apparent reason – what was I supposed to do? Where was I supposed to look?

She must have sensed my predicament. “You are allowed to sneak a peek every now and again, you know,” she whispered, conspiratorially.

I stole myself another hesitant glance again, and she practically laughed at me. “You’re too much a good boy, Marcus,” Heather admonished.

I laughed a little at myself too. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m just… I really don’t want to be a perve.”

“I know,” she smiled. “You’ve been really good from the outset, since the day we met. And I’ve appreciated it, Marc. We both have, Chris and I. Too often, even in the old Mother’s Group, guys take my feeding Little Missy as an invitation to cop an eyeful – it can be quite repugnant.”

“Oh I’m sure,” I interjected quickly. “And that’s the last thing I wanted to do, that’s exactly the kind of guy I don’t want to be. You and Shelly are such good friends, and Chris is such a top bloke, I just…” Even as I spoke, I couldn’t help it, and I found myself stealing another glace at Heather’s still-bared boob.

“Oh jeez,” I self-admonished, as I looked to see Heather grinning ever-larger at me and my haplessness. “Heather I’m sorry…”

“Marcus, no offence taken! I’m the one who’s flashing you,” she said, punctuating her statement with a cheeky poke of the tongue. “Perhaps I’m the one who owes you an apology?”

“No no no no no,” I said, realising as I did that I said it too quickly and too vehemently. “I mean… I’m just trying to say… oh man,” I finished, giving up and taking a long, settling swig of beer.

Heather was fully laughing now, taking great delight in my discomfort and self-reproach. “Marcus: please. Just take yourself a good long look, okay?”

As the beer settled into my system and had its desired calming effect, I shrugged at myself and did as invited: I turned to Heather and took a good long look at her very nice bared breast.

“There now. Doesn’t that feel better?” Heather smirked, turning a little as though to let me appreciate it from several angles.

“It’s a very nice boob, Heather,” I told her, for lack of anything better to say.

She laughed again, and finally reached to put her boob away. “Honestly, Marc, it’s fine. I know you work hard to not come across as a perve, and like I said, both Chris and I have always appreciated that about you. But really – for me, anyway – there comes a point where your ‘not looking’ gets a little frustrating. I mean: everyone sneaks a peek every now and again. They can’t help it – I do have nice boobs,” she said, as a simple matter of fact.

I nodded along. “Yes you do,” I offered.

“I do,” she smiled. “And, well, I kinda like showing them off. For me that’s a big part of the thrill of breastfeeding: a perfectly good excuse to flash everybody in public. It’s fantastic! And then here’s you, this really cute and funny guy, you’re such a sweet dad and a doting husband, probably one of the most attractive guys I know,” she added quietly, which riled me up no end, “and you’re steadfastly refusing to sneak a peek, ya shithead!”

“Oh,” was all I could say, followed by: “well, all you had to do was ask!”

“Well I have asked,” she smiled. “So please, by all means, sneak yourself a peek. Stop teasing me so.”

“Okay,” I said, trying to piece back together some semblance of a balanced façade – no easy task in the face of such a request, hard on the back of her casual revelation that she found me highly attractive. “Well I’ll tell you what. Every time I’m around for feeding time, I’ll do my very best to sneak a peek just escort bayan kozyatağı as the boob comes out, and again just as it’s being put away again. It’s the very least I can do.”

“It’s all I can ask,” Heather agreed, with another highly cheeky look in her eye.

“So,” I said, deciding that since the topic had been aired, there’d be no harm in pursuing it further. “Do you really get a big exhibitionistic thrill out of breastfeeding in public?”

“Oh yes, absolutely,” Heather grinned. “It’s a bit of a double-edged sword. Like: I don’t want drooling leering pervs to be all over me, that’s gross. But at the same time, being out there, putting such a personal and private part of myself out for any and all to see – it can be such a thrill. Especially in the company of friends,” she added, slipping back into that really alluring tone that did all sorts of wonderful things to my nether regions.

“Wow,” was all I could really say to that.

“Do you think that’s, like, okay? Am I a bit of a deviant, enjoying flashing my friends and family when I’m only supposed to be feeding my baby girl?” Heather asked of me – challenged me, daring me to declare her a deviant.

Having gathered something of my senses and not one to shy away from a challenge, I formulated a suitable reply. “Oh yeah, you’re a total deviant. Deviated ten ways from Sunday,” I informed her.

“Is that right?” she laughed, slapping me playfully upside the arm.

“Absolutely yes, you big old devo. But hey: I get it,” I assured her, in more serious tones. “I really do. I’m sure, deep down in all of us, everyone has a bit of that exhibitionistic tendency. A bit of a desire to get one’s naughty bits out in gentle company, to flash a good friend or neighbour – to give them a thrill perhaps, and maybe earn a bit of praise. Who among us doesn’t get the urge, every now and again, to whip it out and cause a ruckus? I know I do,” I decided to add, with a dangerous waggle of the eyebrows.

“Really?” Heather asked of me, grinning hugely. “Well I’m afraid Little Miss needs me to put her to bed,” she added, as her armful of toddler finally became far too much an armful to permit any further such conversation. “But hold that thought, hey?”

And with a final wink, she walked away to put her Little Miss to bed, greeting Shelly on her way as my wife finally emerged from the house.

“Where’s my wine, shithead?” was Shelly’s greeting for me, cheeky and challenging as ever – two among her many qualities that endeared her to me. “And what’s with the lump in your pants?” she added, giving it a none-too-subtle squeeze as she bellied her voluptuous form right up into me and kissed me.

I was not one for keeping secrets from my Shelly, so I rehashed as much of my conversation and interaction with Heather as I could pluck from my jumbled senses.

Shelly laughed several times during the story. “So she finally got you to look at her tit, did she?” she grinned. “It’s been bugging her for months, your ‘overt gentlemanliness’ as she called it.”

“What?” I cried. “You knew she was going to do that? Why didn’t you warn me?”

“And rob Heather of her fun? Nah, I love her far too much to deprive her of that,” Shelly grinned, even as she sipped at the wine I had finally managed to pour for her.

“Great,” I grumbled. “Two of them against me.”

“Poor baby,” said Shelly, completely devoid of any genuine sympathy. “Come on: let’s get drunk.”

Get drunk we did, the night proceeding easily as Chris prised himself from his phone and Heather re-joined us. Beers were had, wine glasses drained, the sun set on the view and the breeze grew colder, prompting us to take refuge in the large living room. There were two sofas arrayed facing each other, with a small coffee table in between, upon which our empty bottles quickly grew into a crowd.

Just as I found myself thinking back for perhaps the hundredth time on Heather’s boob-out antics earlier in the evening, Heather winced with discomfort, rubbing the boobs in question.

“Feeling over-full there, hun?” Chris asked of her.

“Yep,” Heather griped. “Little Missy wasn’t hungry enough tonight. I’m too damned full of milk!”

“Shoot some over Marc’s way,” Shelly joked. “He loves him some breastmilk.”

“Does he just?” asked Heather, turning her grin on me.

Happily, I had consumed enough brews to be long past any abashment on the topic. “Well, who doesn’t?” I returned. “It’s yummy. And it comes out of boobs. Win-win,” I reckoned.

“Can’t argue with that logic, mate!” Chris laughed.

“Did you used to let him partake, Shelly? Back when you were feeding?” Heather asked my missus.

“Aw yeah. If he’d been a good boy,” Shelly winked. “Poor lad never used to get much out of me though – our little grublet would usually drink me dry, best Marc could ever get was maybe a drop or three.”

I shrugged. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” said I.

“And here I am, full enough to hit you from here,” said Heather, with another one of those naughty looks on her face.

I had enough of my senses about me to know what to say to that. “I don’t believe you,” I told her, matter-of-factly. “You couldn’t hit me from way over there.”

“Careful mate,” Chris warned, playfully. “She’s a pretty crack shot. She’s like Marvel’s Hawkeye, except with long-range expressed breastmilk instead of arrows.”

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The apartment building that I live in has a very sexy leasing consultant named Holly. She is tall and blonde, and has an amazing body; a nice set of firm tits, a sweet round ass, and sexy feet and toes that drive me wild. One day at the gym I met her husband Brian, who is a good looking guy with a great body as well.

One day I bumped into Holly in the elevator, and started chatting her up. She asked me if I wanted to come over to her apartment to have a beer with her and Brian. Naturally, I said yes. Once we got in, she immediately went to change out of her office wear, and Brian and I shot the breeze for a few minutes in the living room. She emerged from the bedroom wearing a cut-off t-shirt that barely covered the lower portion of her titties, and some very tiny shorts. Her luscious ass cheeks were practically hanging out of them, and I was getting rather horny. After getting us some snacks, she settled into the couch next to Brian. They both noticed that I had an eye on her the entire time, and started giving me some looks like they knew she was working her magic on me. My cock stirred in my pants within minutes.

Holly & Brian started some light kissing, and I was being turned on. He had his hand on her amazing ass, and was squeezing it. Holly looked at me after a few minutes of this petting, and motioned to me to come over to the couch, so I did. I started kissing and fondling her sweet body immediately. We were both squeezing and sucking her juicy tits, and touching her moist pussy, working our fingers into her tight fuck hole. Within a few minutes, we were all naked, with me escort bayan kurtköy staring intently at Holly’s beautiful pussy. Holly dropped down and held our cocks, stroking and kissing them lightly. At this point, I noticed how hot Brian’s body was. He had a beautifully cut 8” fat cock with a large mushroom head, and big shaved balls. I’d never had a homosexual experience before, but fantasized a lot about trying it, and his body was turning me on. While Holly sucked him, I wished it were my lips wrapped around his hard dick. I moved behind her, and starting licking her hot pussy, and sexy puckered asshole. I rammed my tongue as deeply into her ass as I could get it, and she loved it. Her cunt juices started flowing immediately, and I followed it down her legs, licking it all up.

She kept sucking and licking Brian’s big cock and balls, and he said he was ready to fuck her. She got on her back, and put her sexy legs up on his big shoulders. He entered her, and the sweet sound of his full nutsack slapping against her ass filled the room. He fucked her hard and fast, and she moaned constantly. I could see her pussy juices run out of her hole as he pounded her twat. I started stroking myself, and sucking her delicious toes. She asked me not to cum because she wanted me to fuck her after. Within minutes, Brian reached orgasm and shot a huge load of creamy cum into her pussy. The minute he pulled out, Holly asked me to fuck her. Before I did, I got down on my knees and said I needed to clean her pussy first, and began to lick her. escort bayan beykoz The combination of Brian’s cum and Holly’s cunt juices was just delicious, and I lapped up every drop of this love potion. As I ate her, Holly said “Jeez, if you wanted to taste Brian’s cum, you should’ve just given him a blowjob!” I turned to Brian and said that maybe I would suck him after fucking his wife. He looks pleasantly surprised!

After giving Holly a solid fucking and shooting my load in her now stretched pussy, I turned to Brian and grabbed his cock, which was growing from watching me drill his wife. I licked his shaft and mushroom head, and fondled his balls. His cock was just delicious, and so big and hard, with Holly’s pussy juices still plastered all over it. My lips were stretched over his meat, and he grabbed my head and started face fucking me. Holly was busy twiddling her twat, obviously excited over watching her husband get a blowjob from another guy. I fondled his ass cheeks, and slipped a finger in his anus. He twitched a bit, but liked it. As I sensed that he was about to blow his load, I asked him to turn around and started to rim his tight bunghole, shoving my tongue in every so often. As I ate his ass, I reached between his legs and stroked his cock and massaged his balls, almost bringing him to orgasm. I could see Holly still playing with that well-fucked pussy, and bringing herself to another orgasm. She kept licking her fingers and shoving them back inside her.

At this point, I felt a strong desire to have Brian escort bayan üsküdar fuck me. I turned around and got on all fours, and asked him to fuck my man pussy. He was ready, willing and able, and after quickly giving my hungry hole a lick, shoved his throbbing cock into my ass. Never having gotten fucked in the ass before, I was in quite a bit of pain, but that subsided after a few minutes, and it became very pleasurable. Holly crawled under me and started sucking my cock as Brian fucked my virgin ass. The timing of the whole thing was beautiful when Brian shot his load into me as I filled Holly’s mouth with my own cum.

After some rest, we resumed the licking and sucking of each other. The three of us kissed deeply, and I ate both Brian and Holly repeatedly. Holly’s ability to give head was amazing, though Brian did a good job of fingering my asshole while Holly sucked my cock. We did some many other combinations that day that it’s just hard to describe. Holly was definitely a cum slut, so Brian and I both stroked off and shot massive loads on her face. The last fuck we had that day was fantastic. We created a Holly sandwich, and both Brian and I got our cocks into her pussy at the same time, giving her a double vaginal penetration. It was such a nice tight fit, and having my dick rub against Brian’s cock was amazing. We both shot our loads, and of course, I got to eat the delicious creampie after.

That was several months ago, and we still get together from time to time for an amazing threesome. Every so often, Holly will drop by to have some fun alone, so I could indulge in her sexy toes and amazing pussy. Brian and I have hung out together as well, usually with me giving him blowjobs and getting a stiff buttfucking, and he jacking me off after. One time, I bumped into him in our health club, and we quickly retreated to the sauna for a quickie, finishing off by shooting a massive load of hot jizz all over my face. I hope this fun never stops!

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Why doesn’t everyone love rough sex, especially rough anal sex? I don’t know. Backdoor loving that’s a little on the rough side has always had a bad reputation. Take it from me, it’s not all bad. It can feel pretty good when done right. All I know is that I tried it once with a guy who was really patient and understanding, and I’ve been addicted to it ever since. My name is Jasmine Petit-Jean and I am a big and chunky, six-foot-tall, big-booty young black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton. I attend Plymouth County Tech, the local school. This right here is a tale of what happened to me during Summer School 2008.

I’m a criminal justice major at the school. Attending on a partial athletic scholarship. Life in Brockton is okay, I guess. The summer has come and I am bored out of my mind. There are a lot of sexy guys with muscular bodies, cute faces and big dicks in the city. There are a lot of freaky chicks with big tits and fat asses all over the city of Brockton too. Haitian chicks. Haitian dudes. Cape Verdean chicks. Cape Verdean dudes. Puerto Ricans of both sexes. Manly Jamaican guys and feisty Jamaican chicks. So many sexy bodies, so little time.

Unfortunately, I was stuck taking Beginning Forensics at Tech because I flunked it during the spring. My class was full of nerds of both sexes. Nothing against nerds but I like my men and women to be a little on the edgy side. A little hood is okay too. Class is boring and I am horny as hell. Luckily, I got some friends who are also in school this summer, though not for classwork. escort bayan bostancı They’re student-athletes attending summer sports camps. Good for them. Thanks to them, however, I scratched that itch and got my groove back. This is how it happened.

My girlfriends are always hating on me for being a sexually adventurous gal. Must be why I’ve got mostly male friends these days. Guys are cooler than girls and a lot nicer too. They don’t hate on me for ridiculous reasons and are less judgmental. Some chicks are okay but they are rare. Which probably explains why I’m currently spending time with my two favourite people in all the world. Alexander Pierre and Jennifer Saint Augustine. Two Haitian students I am friends with.

Presently, I am with two very horny people in a secluded room inside the department of athletics. I’m on all fours, face down and fat ass up. My butt cheeks are spread and my friend Alexander is drilling his ten inches of long black dick straight up my asshole. It’s a burning sensation in my ass. A deliciously hot pain that could make me howl, if my lips weren’t busy inducing moans and gasps on someone else. Namely Jennifer and that neatly shaved pussy of hers. I lick and probe her snatch with my fingers and tongue as her boyfriend ravages my ass hard and fast, just the way I like it.

We’re all having the time of our lives here. I love licking a woman’s pussy almost as much as I like sucking a man’s dick. Dicks are easier to please. Licking pussy escort bayan tuzla is a complex art form. It’s really a lot of work. Few women excel at pleasing both cock and pussy equally. Fortunately, I am one of them.

Alexander slams his cock deeper into my asshole, down where the sun doesn’t shine. I should mention that this is a brother who’s desperately addicted to the thrills of ass fucking. He’ll fuck anyone in the ass, male or female. Yeah, this bisexual black stud doesn’t discriminate. Though you’d never guess it by looking at him. This six-foot-two ebony stud is the captain of the Plymouth County Tech men’s baseball team. Quite possibly the best-looking and most popular male athlete on campus.

His long-time girlfriend Jennifer Saint Augustine is something of a sensation on campus too. She’s a five-foot-eleven, thick and busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Haitian beauty with a face models would envy and a booty that could make most porn stars and video vixens jealous. She plays for the Plymouth County Tech women’s soccer team. We first met when she bumped into me while I was practicing some moves with the members of the all-new women’s wrestling team. We’ve been tight ever since. Jennifer and Alexander are the golden couple on campus. Everyone envies them. Nobody knows their secret lives or secret talents. For example, Alexander is the best inter gender butt fucker I’ve ever seen. And Jennifer has the sweetest tasting pussy in Massachusetts. So much fun can be had with escort bayan göztepe those two, it’s not even funny. I get to do both of them. Lucky me!

Jennifer grabbed the back of my head, urging me to lick her faster. Normally, you just can’t hurry oral sex. Whether you’re sucking a cock or licking a pussy. It’s best to take your time. However, I was willing to make an exception at this point. Jennifer likes her sex varied, fun and quick. And so I used my awesome skills to bring her to a shuddering orgasm as quickly as I could muster. Her eyes widened and her lips quavered. Then she squealed in delight. I watched, thrilled and amused, as her pussy squirted hot girly cum. I gathered the precious fluid in my hands and tasted it. Just as I expected, it was yummy.

Meanwhile, Alexander rammed his cock deep into my ass. He got even deeper than I thought possible. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my lips. Ouch, that is most definitely going to leave a mark. Fortunately, I absolutely love rough sex. Including rough anal sex. What can I say? I’m down-ass chick who likes to live on the edge. You only live once, know what I mean? While l licked every last drop of girly cum from Jennifer’s pussy, Alexander finally came. The big black stud shuddered as he finally released his manly essence deep inside me. I felt Alexander’s hot cum rushing deep inside me. Like a flood of liquid fire. It filled me, and owned my ass. And I heard myself shout in sheer pleasure at the wonder of that awesome sensation. It burns, and it hurts, but it feels so good that I don’t want it to end.

A little while later, Jennifer and I licked every last drop of cum from Alexander’s cock. Hot damn, this was awesome. Summertime just got more interesting. I think I’m gonna stay close to those two. It’s always a lot of fun to hook up secretly at school. The danger, the thrill, it’s all intoxicating. I highly recommend that you try it sometime.

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I’d always wondered what went on behind the scenes of those carnivals and circus-like sideshows that seemed to spread across the local strip-mall parking lots here in Florida. Since it was Halloween weekend, the theme of the most recent cluster of rides, cotton candy and games of (no) chance was ghosts and goblins and demons Oh my! People were showing up dressed in their favorite costumes or at least in whatever was left at the store. My wife and child had hit the grounds running at noon when it opened; it was now an hour later and I was just showing up to check out the tight dresses, pretty mommies, and college student hotties that always filled these spectacles. I mean, I was there to join my wife and daughter at the fair.

The purple/green outfit of my wife was easy enough to find but my daughter was nowhere to be seen. “She found a friend and her mom and they took off 20 minutes ago.” I was informed. “I know you hate the rides but they’ve got a neat-looking House of Horrors at the other end that is really huge and scary looking. Want to check it out?” I kind of smiled and figured: What the hell?! Might be fun at that. What I saw surprised me some. Instead of a cheesy make- shift veneer with ghouls painted quickly all over it was a formidable looking house that had been assembled on the southeast corner of the parking lot up against the side of the mall itself.

Cathy was already sprinting towards the front door while I trailed behind. Handing the barker out front her ticket stub, she was quickly ushered inside while I started sprinting forward to catch up before she was lost in the dark interior of the dank smelling shell. They didn’t seem as anxious to take my ticket as they had appeared to be about taking my wife’s but I finally got in only to realize that my chances of finding anything were about zero. Webs and streamers and ropes and what appeared at first bump to be whips and cat-o-nine-tails escort bayan kadıköy were hanging from the very dimly lit interior’s ceiling.

Then I could hear the first of what were to be several screams, moans and howls. A quick flash of light in the distance must have had a blinding rather than revealing effect on the person or persons who were up close to it. My eyes were seeing nothing but blue dots and I was at least 30 feet away from the quick light flash. Two steps farther and I bumped into someone soft, high-breasted and fragrant. “Sorry” I started to apologize when she suddenly pulled me close and proceeded to envelop me in a mixture of arms, hands, leg, and something that felt like, no, WAS nylon cord! “What the f..” was all I could get out before my hands were fixed behind my back in the cord.

Still, it was not an altogether uncomfortable feeling, what with those big boobs pressed into my back and my hands still free enough to grab a couple of fingers full of pussy. And, whoever it was, did not show any desire to back off or let go. The light flashed again and I thought I saw the outline of my wife’s body being pulled into a small booth about 15 feet up ahead, where I reasoned the side of the mall to be. Maybe the store at that end had an outside door that they were using for the spook house. The store (a drug store, I think) was opening later today. About this time, I bumped into a door myself. Had I actually been struggling with my captors? I didn’t remember even moving, but I was aware of moving forward in the direction I thought the door had been.

Now I was back in an air-conditioned room, thank you…whomever…and still a prisoner of Zenda or Zelda or….”Stand up tall!” she bellowed. Was she yelling at me, at my wife, at both of us, at someone else? Squinting around the room, I realized that escort bayan kartal it was still almost impossible to see anything. The breasts were now pushing me forward again onto what felt like a waveless waterbed. It was much larger than your basic waterbed though-maybe a tarp suspended over a small pool. And we were not alone on/in the pool. Moans, and groans and what sounded like an orgasmic scream that had been squelched a bit were arising from all parts of the room. I’d thought that $10 was an expensive ticket for this place , but now I was not so sure. The voice I heard groaning very nearby me seemed very familiar. A bit of light sneaking in from one of those flashes outside flashed in the briefly opened doorway revealed my wife of 20 years with her mouth around a huge black dick that was protruding up from our common floating surface. Someone else had a tongue buried in her own snatch thereby causing that familiar groan that I was hearing. The room went dark again and those big breasts at my back were lifting me up onto my knees while making sure the nylon cord around my wrists were still tight.

As I was pulled backwards onto her soft pillows I was now aware of a soft pair of hands pulling my dick out of my jeans and rubbing some massage oil onto my rapidly growing member. Hot breath made the oil warm significantly but soon a condom was being unrolled over the hot sticky fluid. And onto my grateful dick. Suddenly I could feel that those breasts poking me in the back were no longer confined in their pointy brassiere. They were catching me in the ear. Her warm and hairy pussy was pushing into my back while the masseuse at my front began giving my testicles an unparalleled oral massage. I had seen hundreds of people enter this carnival attraction but only a few seemed to be nearby. Had we been picked, set up, selected at random? escort bayan maltepe I did remember my wife insisting that we go….If only I could get these hands loose….yes, there it was, I had untied the knot my breasty hunter had tied me with. Time to turn the tables, or at least time to turn my ass around and check Ms. Bodacious out. Surprisingly, I now met little resistance.

The little nymphette who had been massaging my balls turned her ministrations to my ass and back side. My hands were busy now too, massaging those D cups that had been pleasuring my back for the past few minutes. She was licking my ears biting my nipples and generally not fighting at all. Quickly she reached to my ass and pulled me, dick first, towards her. In one quick motion I was buried to the hilt in a warm, wet, tight, gooey, runny sort of a hole…okay, I was balls deep in her pussy, is where I was. And she was bucking like a bronco in heat. I felt as if Mr. Happy had grown an inch more than ever before. I was pounded hard and heavy, hither and yon and up and down on the huge waterbed. Just as I was about to cum, my “masseuse” stuck her tongue in my ass causing me to shudder forth and bury myself as deeply as I could into that tight love box that was now squeezing me gently to milk the last drop of loving out of me.I could swear I could almost remember the feeling. Surely this was an old lover, not some random stranger(s).

And not too far away, I could hear that familiar groan and a whispered: “Please, you too” from that voice I knew so well followed by: Deeper, harder, more, oh, oh, oh.” I crawled in the direction of the groans only to realize that I was in a sort of crawl-line of men also headed for the sound. The line got shorter and the voice got louder. When it was my turn I was surprised to see that my wife was taking on any and all comers. And very successfully from the river of cum that was flowing past her ass.

As I was about to jump on in and join the fun, the swelling on my noggin caused me to blink again in pain and my eyes came open. Looking down at me in a low cut blouse with her breasts heaving out was the most gorgeous paramedic I had ever seen, felt, touched, got next to or imagined in my long life.

“Are you Okay now?”

I could only smile.

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It was another day in the life of Marcel Pons. He was barking orders to the crew of five he assembled for today’s casting. They were setting up the master bedroom of a rented penthouse to look like an Arabian harem. Being a porn director was not as glamorous or exciting as many guys believe — there is a lot of stuff to do, schedules to follow and deadlines to meet. The Internet porn sites he has contracts with require new material every week and this week, he was behind.

For this week, he decided to film some castings, but it was already Thursday and he barely had three scenes that were golden from the fifty scenes or so his crew had filmed. Today, he was not too hopeful. After all his agenda only had three girls and with his luck, they would be average at best. His crew was ready: John and Tito would be the talent today, Carla would do makeup and serve as fluffer if needed, while Nestor and himself would do cameras and sound. It was an skeleton crew, but it was more than enough for the three girls on the agenda.

“Marcel, Marcel” Carla came into the bedroom from the living room with her cellphone. “Marcel, we are fucked! We will have only one girl today… We checked the papers of the blonde and she was a minor, so we sent her back home. The Asian one is in the hospital — some shit about food poisoning.” Marcel looked at her in disbelief and turning towards the rest of the crew said that they were fucked indeed.

“OK guys, only one girl! We are going to offer her some quick bucks for a blowjob and if she is average or better, maybe a girl-girl or a threesome. We have all day to get something good… What’s her name Carla?”

“Hailey” Carla answered looking for the paper with the girls names, physical characteristics, and phone numbers. “She’s half Hispanic and half Italian, brunette, and 19 years old.” “That should do — even if she’s ugly as fuck!” shouted Tito to everyone’s delight.

Half and hour later, Hailey arrived to the penthouse for her casting. She was not average — she was way above average. Just 19 years old, her lightly freckled face made her look innocent and cute, but her eyes and her body looked as if made for sex. Her dark green eyes were hypnotizing and made a perfect match with her light brown skin and black hair in waves that reached her shoulder blades. At 5 feet — 6 inches tall, her Hispanic and Italian heritages were well in display with a pair of full, perfectly shaped C-cup breasts, a thin waist, and hips and ass that would put both J. Lo and Shakira to shame. Hailey was a dream came true and Marcel and his crew recognized that any scene with this girl would be solid gold.

Marcel set the interview camera on its tripod and sent the crew to the bedroom to get ready. He took some stills with his camera, then sat down to interview Hailey. Soon he realized that this girl did not have much brains. She was beautiful and sexy as hell, but she was not bright. She graduated from high school a few months ago — a “super senior” – and had not found any job. She wanted to be in the movies or in modeling and she was eager to do any job that required acting.

Marcel saw his chance and asked Hailey if she liked porn. She blushed, but said that she enjoyed porn and that she had filmed herself having sex with her ex-boyfriend a few times. Answering the typical question about what she liked to do the most, she said that giving head and dressing up for sexual fantasies. Marcel already had an erection, so he went for the kill…

“Hailey, we are filming a movie, but the actress got sick and we need to finish this week. It is one of those soft porn movies for cable TV, so you will have to be nude and have sexual contact with the talent. It is not hardcore stuff, but the script calls for some specific fantasies that are hot. Would you like to film the remaining scenes today?” Hailey’s eyes got big with excitement and accepted immediately.

“You understand, that before we begin with the movie, we need to see how do you look naked, right?” Hailey nodded in the affirmative and soon she was undressing in a very casual way, as if getting ready escort bayan ataşehir to get a shower. Marcel could not believe his eyes and quickly grabbed the still photo and kept shooting photos until she was completely naked. She was perfect — no marks, tatoos, or scars. Her breasts were what you expect of a teen, firm and defying gravity. She was completely shaven, giving Hailey a look that could turn on a dead man. She barely had make-up and she looked like a godess — and Marcel’s erection was the proof of her hotness. The tent was so noticeable that at one time, Hailey was giggling while looking at Marcel and pointed at his crotch, asking in her childish voice “Did I do that?” Marcel just smiled and nodded, telling her that it was normal for him to get this horny when filming young hot girls like her. She blushed and laughed hard. Marcel laughed with her and put down the camera while calling Carla.

“Yes, boss?” Carla appeared coming from the bedroom. When seeing Hailey naked she could not avoid to whisper her admiration. Although attractive herself, the redhead knew she would not be doing any “fluffer” job today. Marcel interrupted Carla’s contemplation by instructing her to prepare Hailey for the “fantasy” scene. He would prepare the set with the guys.

Marcel turned off the interview camera and went to the bedroom, where he had set up the equipment earlier that morning. He called Tito, John, and Nestor to the room, explaining the scene he wanted while showing some of the stills from his interview with Hailey. They had just agreed on the details of the scene when Carla entered the room with Hailey.

All eyes turned on Hailey — and all four cocks in the room stood on attention. Hailey was wearing a semi-transparent mesh genie dress that allowed everyone to see her full breasts and erect nipples as well as her pussy and ass. Marcel introduced everyone and then turned to Hailey to explain the scene.

“Hailey, this scene is the last one we need to film. This guy, Tito, is invading the sultan’s harem. He sees you sleeping over there and he will make a noise. You will wake up and before you can call for help, he will stuff your mouth, and tie your hands and feet. You have to look scared to death — you do not know what this guy is capable of! He will look at you and hesitate for a while before deciding on forcing you to give him a blow job while you are tied. You are scared, but you realize that if you do it right, he maybe leave you alive. Do you understand?” Marcel asked to confirm Hailey won’t mind sucking Tito’s cock.

“Yes, I do. I have to suck him tied up and look scared of what he can do to me.” she answered in a very professional way. Everybody smiled and Marcel saw Nestor talking quietly with Carla and both of them smiling — he was sharing the whole scene plan with Carla. Marcel waited for a few seconds and then instructed everyone to their positions. He took the camera, Nestor took the sound boom, and Hailey lied down on the plush fake Arabian pillows. Tito went outside the room to wait his call and John and Carla sat down behind Marcel’s seat.

“OK, we are ready to film. 3, 2, 1, ROLLING!” As soon he heard the call, Tito opened the door as if entering to steal something. He was a tall and muscular Caribbean Hispanic — 6 feet 3 inches tall, 220 pounds of muscle. He was dressed as a bad cross of Indiana Jones and a ninja, walking softly on the set. As planned, he tripped and made a prop glass to fall and break, “waking up” Hailey’s character. As described by Marcel, before Hailey could say a word, Tito had stuffed her mouth and tied her hands and feet with a silk rope.

He paced in front of Hailey for a few seconds and surprisingly, Hailey was showing to be a great actress. Her green eyes were bulging with fear, and she was mumbling with her gagged mouth. Tito placed his face next to hers and following the script, said in a grave voice full of lust “Listen, I will remove your gag, but you have to do something for me… alright?” In character, Hailey nodded, so Tito placed her on her escort bayan pendik knees and undid his pants, freeing his cock. Hailey looked at it and her eyes were showing genuine surprise — this was the biggest cock she had seeing in her 19 years of life. Tito’s cock was just semi-erect and it already was almost ten inches long and as thick as a steel pipe. He was circumcised and his purple head was just an inch away from her face.

Tito took the prop gun from the holster and placed next to Hailey’s head while removing her gag. “Come on, work this cock slowly with your mouth and I let you live… bite it and I will shoot your brains all over the place. Understood?” he said in character. Hailey, still surprised, said yes in a convincing tone and began licking the cock in front of her. Slowly, she bathed the cock in front of her, working it to its full length of eleven inches. She looked at Tito’s face and gave a glimpse to the gun in his hand and began swallowing the throbbing purple head. Tito reclined on the wall, trying to keep his character while getting the slowest, wettest blow job he had received ever. With his free hand, he grabbed one of Hailey’s breasts, making her moaning in pleasure all over his cock. She was still in character, looking with afraid eyes to the gun and his face, deciding to send the massive member deeper into her throat. Tito began to tense, and grabbed Hailey by her hair, fastening the pace of the blowjob. He was basically jerking off with Hailey’s mouth and she was doing a great job, using her tongue to bath the shaft and head of the cock inside her mouth, sucking hard, wanting him to shoot his life’s worth in cum. Tito became tenser and tenser, trying to hold what seemed to be a gigantic load when Marcel shouted “CUT!, CUT!” Tito stopped immediately and removed Hailey from his cock, making a loud pop sound. “Fuck, that was great! Jesus! I almost came!” Tito said, still reclined on the wall with Hailey in front of his dripping wet, pulsating cock.

“Yes, I know” Marcel said as cool as he could sound. “But you can’t cum yet. We need your partner to come in first.” he said. Turning to Hailey, he told her that he did not realized that the script required Tito’s character partner, John, to enter the scene and receive a similar blowjob before Tito’s character finish with her. Hailey asked if they would cum in her mouth and Carla intervened, saying that if that happened, she could allow it to drip over the dress. The cum scene would be edited later and the dress would be cleaned anyway. At that John suggested to end the scene with both of them cumming over her, since they were humiliating an harem slave. The scene could be later edited if needed. All agreed on John’s suggestion and Marcel instructed everyone to their positions. “Hailey, you will need to make Tito hard again, so I’m going to give you a few minutes to do it.” Marcel said in a matter-of-fact tone. Without hesitation, Hailey began sucking the cock in front of her, needing just a few seconds for Tito to give Marcel the signal that he was ready to continue.

“OK, ROLLING!” Marcel shouted, so everyone went back to character. Tito grabbed Hailey’s hair and continued using her to masturbate at the same pace as before the interruption when John came into the room.

“What the fuck man! I am waiting for you outside, exposed to the beasts and here you are, having fun!” John said in character, admiring Hailey’s job on his pal’s glistening cock. “Sorry, brother, but this piece was too good to let pass. Do you want some of it?” Tito said as offering a joint. “Of course I want some” John said dropping his pants freeing his erection. He was an Afro-American guy in his thirties, not too muscular, but with a massive penis. Although shorter than Tito’s by two inches, John’s cock was thick as a soda can. He removed Hailey from Tito’s cock and grabbing her hair, said “Open up and say ahh!”, shoveling his huge cock into Hailey’s mouth.

She adapted fast to the new girth and began working the new meat sample in her mouth. Her tongue began to work escort bayan ümraniye its mastery on John’s member, making him grabbing her head with both hands, literally fucking her mouth. Less than ten minutes of action he was grunting “Fuck, this girl is good! Good lord! Good looord! FUUUUCK!” . John could not hold longer, so he took his cock out of Hailey’s mouth and began shooting his load. The first jet crossed Hailey’s face, landing on her forehead, the second landing next to her left eye and the third right deep into her open mouth. The fourth, fifth, and sixth strings landed on her chin and her breasts. John gave two steps back and soon Tito was with his cock inside Hailey’s mouth. Still with her eyes open, showing shock, Tito fucked her throat for a few minutes before grabbing her head and burying as deep he could before shooting a massive load inside her mouth. He came so much, Hailey could not retain it all. Small strings of cum were falling from Hailey’s mouth corners even when she was clearly swallowing as much as she could. Once, twice she swallowed before Tito removed his now shrinking monster from her mouth, cleaning it with her hair.

He released his hold from Hailey’s head and allowed her to fall seated on the bed of pillows. Marcel took some close-ups of Hailey’s cum-covered face and chest before shouting “CUT! PRINT!” and began to clap. Soon all of them were clapping and Carla was running towards Hailey with a wet towel and began cleaning her face while Tito removed the binds on her hands while greeting her.

“Girl, you are great! You are a natural!” Carla was saying while cleaning Hailey’s face with the wet towel to remove the cum on her. “Really?” asked Hailey, genuinely surprised. “Of course, you were great! You even made me hot and wet!” Carla said, removing Hailey’s top and washing her chest and breasts. “God, you are so hot!” the red head whispered looking at Hailey’s face and surprising her, planted a soft kiss on her lips. Seeing she did not reject it, Carla went back and kissed Hailey passionately. This time, Hailey responded the kiss, caressing the 30 years old red head breasts. Carla opened Hailey’s legs and unbuttoned the genie pants to reveal a pussy opening, fingering Hailey deep and slow. Hailey’s moans soon were loud, so Carla continued fingering Hailey’s cunt while sucking her nipples and whispering how good an actress she was. Hailey was soon having a long orgasm, arching her back and allowing a deep howl to scape her throat. Carla caressed her face, and kissed her cheek telling Hailey she had a great future in the business.

Hailey was in seventh heaven when she felt Marcel’s voice saying to her ear that it was true she had a bright future as an actress. He positioned himself naked between her legs with his cock rubbing Hailey’s pussy. “Dear, you are a natural actress, the hottest I have seen since I am in this business!” he said while pushing his cock into her wetness. “God, you are young, beautiful, tight, and talented. You are a fucking goddess..” he repeated with every thrust of his hips into her. Soon enough, Marcel was cumming deep inside Hailey who was having a second orgasm as intense as the first one. As soon Marcel moved away from her, Nestor replaced him, burying his long and fat cock into Hailey while praising her performance with Tito and John. A few hard thrusts were enough for Nestor to shoot his cum also into Hailey. Tito and John followed, praising her acting skills and her beauty while fucking her and making her to have orgasm after orgasm, both cumming inside her. When all the guys were finished dropping their loads in Hailey, there was a pool of cum below her.

Carla helped Hailey to stand and went to the bathroom to clean her. Meanwhile, the guys dressed and Marcel turned off the three cameras that had been rolling all the time. “This will be difficult to edit. We will be stopping every 10 minutes to jerk off…” Nestor said with a sight, making Marcel smile. “I think this girl gave us enough material for a month!” he answered Nestor and both laughed. A few minutes later, Hailey came out of the bathroom dressed in her street clothes looking refreshed. Marcel gave her an envelope with $5,000 and praised her performance again. “Did you really liked my acting? I think I can do better than that…” Hailey said shyly.

“Don’t worry dear, you will have a chance to do it better. You will have many other chances…” Marcel said, thinking about what other scenes he could use this girl in the future.

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Kapitel 02 – Diesmal zu viert?

Ben, Ly ist immer noch nicht schwanger! schrieb mir meine Muse Nguyet leicht vorwurfsvoll am Dienstag, als ob das meine Aufgabe war.

Ly arbeitete als Masseuse im Haus ihrer älteren Schwester. Sie hatte vor ungefähr 13 Jahren ihren Gemahl nach nur einem Jahr Ehe verloren und war seitdem ohne Mann und Kinder. Die junge Witwe hatte auch lange Zeit keinen Sex gehabt, bis sie mir eines Tages im letzten Frühjahr eine Massage verpasste und wir in einen göttlichen Strudel versanken.

Seitdem hatte Ly sich ab und zu unserem Orgien-Mikrokosmos angeschlossen, wo sie speziell auf Nguyets zukünftigen Ehemann Hiroshi abfuhr, der sie auch ziemlich mochte. Wir beiden Männer hatten Ly mal bei sich zu Hause massiert und sie dabei zu höchsten Analgenüssen getrieben, und auch unser Vierer mit Nguyet wird wohl für immer unvergessen bleiben.

Letztlich kamen Nguyet und ich überein, uns in einem Café zu treffen, um zu bekakeln, wie wir Ly denn helfen konnten, ein Kind zu empfangen. Ly hatte mithilfe Khoas, der Hiroshis Chauffeur war, schon ein paar Monate lang probiert, schwanger zu werden, aber vielleicht war einer von beiden – oder gar beide? – unfruchtbar.

Nun hatte ich aber auch gerade Quyen kennengelernt, die sich ja diese Woche ebenfalls wieder mit mir treffen wollte. Sie hatte letztens auch vorsichtig den Wunsch geäußert, einmal einem anderen Paar beim Sex zusehen zu können und dabei selbst gebürstelt zu werden, wofür ich aber auch noch keine Idee weiter entwickelt hatte.

Ich mochte es nicht besonders, wenn wir uns zu viert profan zum Ficken verabredeten – was ja offenbar auch mit Ly anstand – und begann somit, darüber nachzudenken, ob und wie wir die Geschichten durch ein hübsches Rollenspiel oder etwas in der Art nicht charmanter anleiern, gestalten und vielleicht sogar verbinden konnten.

Nguyet hatte mich gebeten, sie nach ihrer wöchentlichen Massage bei Ly zu Hause abzuholen, wonach wir ja Essen gehen könnten. Ihr älterer, klappriger Motorroller war wieder einmal in der Werkstatt, so dass Hiroshis Chauffeur Khoa sie zu Ly fahren würde, doch dann musste er Hiroshi, seinen Chef, zum Flughafen bringen.

Da das aber eine geile Chance für Quyen wäre, die ganze Rasselbande: Nguyet, Hiroshi, Khoa und Ly zumindest mal kurz zu sehen, verabredete ich mich mit ihr einfach vor Lys Haus. Wir beiden konnten ja dann Kaffeetrinken gehen und uns noch ein wenig besser kennenlernen, während sich Nguyet von Ly eine Massage verpassen lassen würde.

Nach dem Mittagessen zu dritt oder viert würden Quyen und ich dann in das alte Hotel abschwirren, wobei das Wetter heute nicht mitspielte: Es war schon seit Tagen regnerisch, grau und windig, so dass an Sex oben auf dem Dach des leerstehenden Hotels nicht zu denken war. Aber Quyen mochte ja auch die kuschlige Kemenate, die nach warmem Holz roch.

Immerhin regnete es nicht, als ich bei Ly zu Hause ankam. Ihre Schwester schien nicht da zu sein; sie arbeitete irgendwo in einem Büro. Quyen kam als nächste an; sie hatte sich den Vormittag freigenommen, weil sie an ihrer Internationalen Schule ständig Überstunden machen musste, die aber nun, relativ kurz vor Tet, noch abgebummelt werden mussten.

Wohl, weil Quyen nach unserer kleinen Sex-Sause über Mittag direkt auf Arbeit wollte, trug sie aber schon wieder ihren knielangen, grauen Glockenrock mit Falten, doch diesmal hatte sie den mit einem orangen Polohemd mit dem weißen Schullogo vorn auf der linken Brust kombiniert.

Quyen schien allerdings beim Friseur gewesen zu sein und strahlte mich an. Anders als sonst hatte sie heute auch ein wenig Make-up aufgelegt; was sie normalerweise ja nicht konnte, wenn sie direkt von ihrem Büro zu unseren Stelldichein kam, da ihre jungen Kolleginnen sie ja gewiss löchern würden, wohin sie denn während der Mittagspause mit wem ginge.

Ich steckte mir eine Kippe an und sah dem Wind zu, wie er Quyens Regenjacke um ihren Oberkörper wedelte. Irgendwann schloss sie natürlich den Reißverschluss unten wieder und fragte mich, was nochmal der Plan war:

„Naja, Du weißt doch, was wir letztens besprochen haben: Wenn wir demnächst mal mit anderen zusammen Sex haben wollen, müsst ihr euch ja wenigstens mal gesehen haben.”

Quyen nickte, doch bevor sie etwas entgegnen konnte, rollte auch schon Hiroshis weißer Lexus behäbig näher. Er stieg auch sogleich behende aus, um für Nguyet die Autotür aufzuhalten, und ich blickte Quyen von der Seite an, um ihre Reaktion zu sehen. Was ging in ihrem Kopf vor: Überlegte sie bereits, wie es wäre, mit den beiden …?

Während Nguyet nun schon mal an die metallene Eingangstür trommelte, um Ly Bescheid zu geben, dass sie hier war, winkte ich Khoa durch die getönte Windschutzscheibe, dass er doch auch kurz austeigen sollte, damit Quyen ihn mal zu Gesicht bekäme. Er sah ja auch ausnehmend gut aus. Fast besser als Quyen selbst.

Mittlerweile war auch Ly aus dem Haus getreten und lächelte in die escort bahçelievler Runde. Ich konnte in ihrem Gesicht keine Frustration entdecken, was mich natürlich froh stimmte. Bevor Hiroshi aber gleich wieder abdampfen musste, stellte ich Quyen allen vor, allerdings ohne zu erwähnen, was uns verband.

Das konnten die anderen sich ja sicher denken. Immerhin fiel mir auf, dass auch Hiroshi Quyen wohlwollend musterte, doch sie schien recht entspannt und überhaupt nicht pikiert, dass ein Mann, der doppelt so alt war wie sie, sie – ja, doch – halbwegs lüstern und auch irgendwie fordernd betrachtete.

Nguyet sprach kurz mit Ly, sicher über die Massage – oder ihr Projekt, schwanger zu werden – fragte mich aber dann, was denn Quyens und meine Pläne wären. Da sich aber Hiroshi und Khoa nun schon wieder verabschiedeten, kam ich erstmal nicht zum Antworten, sondern flüsterte Quyen nur zu, dass sie sich die beiden einprägen sollte.

Nguyet trug eine recht lange, helle Jacke und hatte ihren violetten Helm in der Hand, da sie ja später mit Quyen oder mir mitfahren würde. Nun palaverte Nguyet nochmal mit Ly, die gelegentlich ihren Kopf schüttelte, nun doch leicht besorgt aussah und zu überlegen schien.

Damit wir endlich Fortschritte machten, beschrieb ich Nguyet, was mir vorschwebte:

„Naja, Quyen und ich gehen Kaffeetrinken und kommen in einer Stunde wieder, wenn ihr mit der Massage fertig seid. Und dann gehen wir zu dritt oder zu viert Mittagessen – mit Dir und vielleicht auch Ly – bevor Quyen und ich noch ins alte Hotel fahren.”

„Naja, Ben: Ly hat gerade gesagt, dass sie heute … dass etwas dazwischen gekommen ist. Sie muss ihrer Schwester helfen. Und auch Hanh.”

Letztere war Lys süße, blinde Nichte.

„Oh. Naja, dann gehen wir drei eben Kaffeetrinken. Und dann ‘was essen?”

Nguyet nickte und sprach dann nochmal mit Ly, die erleichtert schien, plötzlich eine Stunde mehr zur Verfügung zu haben. Aus irgendeinem Grund waren Hiroshi und Khoa immer noch nicht losgefahren, doch nun legten sie vom Bordstein ab und hupten nochmal. Nguyet und ich winkten, während auch Quyen ihren Kopf drehte, lächelte und den Männern zunickte.

„So, naja, Ben, mit dem Wetter: Ich würde fast vorschlagen, wir kaufen etwas zum Mitnehmen, fahren zu dritt ins alte Hotel und reden vorher noch ein bisschen. Ihr habt doch sicher auch noch keinen Hunger, oder?”

Oh. Hatte Nguyet plötzlich Lust auf einen Dreier? Ahnte sie schon, dass das besser wäre, als Quyen gleich direkt in den Vortex größerer Verdorbenheiten zu werfen? Ich dachte kurz über ihren Vorschlag nach, fragte mich aber auch gleich, ob ich mit Nguyet über die Pläne, wer wie Ly schwängern könnte, in Quyens Gegenwart würde reden können.

Als eine weitere kräftige Windböe unsere Café-Pläne endgültig zunichtemachte, offerierte Quyen, etwas zum Mittag zu kaufen und dann zum alten Hotel zu kommen. Nun, das würde Nguyet und mir etwas Zeit geben, die Geschichte mit Ly zu besprechen, und wir konnten uns ja auch noch in den nächsten Tagen hin- und herschreiben.

Natürlich wollte ich mit Ly kein Kind zeugen, denn sie müsste ja allen über die nächsten drei Dekaden erklären, welcher Ausländer sie geschwängert hatte. Ich wusste nicht, ob Nguyet damit einverstanden wäre, wenn Hiroshi, als Japaner, sich der guten Tat annähme – vorausgesetzt, dass es an Khoa lag – oder ob meine Muse noch andere Pläne hegte.

Wer käme denn noch infrage? Hoang, sicherlich. Der sah gut aus, aber ich hatte ihn schon ewig nicht gesehen. Vu vielleicht auch, aber ich wusste nicht, ob seine Freundin Sally ihn dafür freigeben würde. Na, egal. Um das Patt aufzulösen, fragte ich Quyen, ob sie schon wieder Sommerrollen kaufen wollte, woraufhin sie spitzbübisch grinste und nickte.

Besagte Rollen waren unfrittierte Frühlingsrollen, die wir schon bei unseren letzten beiden Treffen gegessen hatten. Quyen verband mit ihnen gewiss die Erinnerungen an unseren geilen Sex auf dem Hoteldach, wobei sie auf letzteres Detail aufgrund des Wetters heute wohl verzichten müsste.

Nguyet wusste von der Dach-Geschichte allerdings noch gar nichts, wobei ich das auch irgendwie geil fand. Naja, heute hatte alles mehr oder weniger holprig angefangen, aber immerhin hatte Quyen die anderen – Hiroshi, Ly und Khoa – mal kurz kennengelernt. Und nun auch Nguyet. Ich würde Quyen nachher mal fragen, was sie von den vieren hielt.

Und so machten wir uns auf den Weg. Nguyet und ich kauften kurz vorm Hotel noch ein paar Getränke und brachten dann schnell meine Honda rein, weil es schon wieder regnete. Wir ließen die Tür natürlich für Quyen noch halb offen, aber ich fragte Nguyet sogleich, ob sie für einen Vierer mit Quyen und Hiroshi offen wäre:

„Quyen hat mir letztens gesagt, dass sie mal einem anderen Paar beim Sex zusehen will. Und dabei selbst …”

Nguyet lächelte und nickte, brachte aber dann gleich wieder das Gespräch auf Ly und escort beyoğlu ihren Plan, unverheiratet ein Kind zu empfangen:

„Du, entweder Khoa oder Ly sind unfruchtbar, vielleicht.”

„Oder vielleicht sogar beide.”

Nguyet lachte kurz auf, fügte aber dann ganz pragmatisch an, dass Ly nun einen anderen Mann probieren wollte:

„Habt ihr schon jemanden im Auge?” war ich neugierig.

„Nee, nicht so richtig, darüber wollte ich ja heute mit Dir in Ruhe reden, Ben. Aber dann hast Du Quyen angeschleppt,” lachte sie erneut, schien aber nicht wirklich sauer zu sein.

„Naja, Quyen und ich hatten ja bereits zwei obergeile Sausen hier. Sie will sich, bevor sie irgendwann heiratet, noch ein wenig austoben.”

„Ist sie denn schon verlobt?” hakte Nguyet ein wenig einfältig nach.

„Nee, sie hat derzeit keinen Freund. Sie hatte einen an der Uni, aber der ist mittlerweile wohl in Australien.”

Sollte ich nun Nguyet vom Sex auf dem Dach berichten? Ach, Quyen würde das vielleicht nicht wollen. Da sie aber nun schon langsam im Anrollen war, sagte ich Nguyet nur noch schnell, dass ich nicht der Auserwählte für Lys Baby sein konnte oder wollte und dass wir das Ganze auch noch später bereden könnten:

„Schreib mir doch morgen früh nochmal.”

„Naja, Ly hat nächste Woche wieder Eisprung, da will sie es erneut probieren, am besten an zwei aufeinanderfolgenden Tagen. Aber eben mit einem anderen Mann, nicht Khoa.”

„Der kann doch trotzdem mit von der Partie sein,” merkte ich flapsig an, bevor ich die Tür von innen zuschob und das Vorhängeschloss einhängte.

Wobei mir einfiel, dass entweder Quyen oder ich Nguyet in einer Stunde ja wieder ins Büro fahren mussten. Naja, egal. Irgendwie würden wir das schon hinkriegen.

„Ja, stimmt, Khoa könnte trotzdem mit dabei sein. Aber der muss vielleicht arbeiten.”

„Hiroshi ist Khoas Chef, Nguyet,” lachte ich: „Da ließe sich sicher etwas drehen.”

„Die sehen beide gut aus,” merkte Quyen nun kichernd an, sich offenbar auf Hiroshi und Khoa beziehend, nachdem sie ihren Helm abgesetzt hatte und von ihrem Motorroller abgestiegen war.

Nguyet stutzte natürlich, als ich die beiden dicken, grauen Decken zusammenfaltete, die wir hier unten im Foyer über dem Geländer zum Trocknen aufgehängt hatten, sagte aber erstmal nichts. Als ich aber noch Quyens weißes T-Shirt einmal faltete und zwischen die Decken stopfte, konnte sie sich ein mokantes Lächeln nicht verkneifen.

Immerhin war kein Slip Quyens dabei. Wobei ich das fast schon wieder cool gefunden hätte. Aber ja, oben im Zimmer im vierten Stock lag auch noch ihre orange Sporthose auf dem Tisch. Und ihre mintgrünen Badelatschen standen unter einem der Stühle. Die beiden Handtücher hingen sicher auch noch über den Lehnen.

Da wir uns in eine eigenartige Patt-Situation hineinmanövriert hatten, von der keiner von uns wusste, wie sie ausgehen würde, nahm ich heute ausnahmsweise keine der vier Hände. Meine Muse hatte mir aber den Beutel mit den Getränken bereits abgenommen, und so liefen wir langsam nach oben.

Quyen bewunderte erneut den Kronleuchter, den sie vor knapp 15 Jahren, als sie ungefähr neun gewesen war, zum ersten Mal gesehen hatte, und erkundigte sich dann nach Hiroshi:

„Ja, er ist der Vizepräsident für Gewerbeimmobilien in unserer Firma. Und wir werden im April heiraten,” sagte Nguyet ihr, mit stolzgeschwellter Brust.

„Und er ist aus Japan, oder?” hakte Quyen noch kurz nach.

Nguyet nickte, aber dann sagte Quyen, dass auch Khoa irgendwie japanisch aussah, was mir auch schon aufgefallen war. Nguyet lächelte, merkte dann aber an, dass Khoa dafür zu klein wäre, was ich irgendwie süß fand. Sie war ja noch ein ganzes Stück kleiner als er.

„Ach, komm: So klein ist der gar nicht,” verteidigte ich Khoa, aber Nguyet insistierte:

„Hier in Vietnam nicht. Aber für einen Japaner wäre er klein.”

Nun gut, ich wollte mich nicht streiten, doch Hiroshi war ja auch nicht gerade ein Riese. Aber es stimmte schon: Khoa war um die 1,65, während Hiroshi vielleicht zehn, zwölf Zentimeter größer war.

Als Nguyet die orange Sporthose auf dem Tisch und die Badeschlappen unter dem Stuhl sah, die ja neu hier waren, lachte sie und fragte mich, ob ich wüsste, wem die Sachen gehörten. Da ich Nguyet nicht anlügen wollte – und Quyen sie offenbar auch nicht – kicherte auch sie und gab zu, dass sie letztens ein paar Dinge mitgebracht hätte.

„Und wofür sind die dicken, alten Decken, Ben?” war Nguyet nun gleich noch neugierig.

Selbstverständlich.

„Naja, Nguyet,” eierte ich zunächst rum, aber, als Quyen genickt hatte, fügte ich noch an: „Quyen hatte vor vier Wochen die glorreiche Idee, mal aufs Dach hochzugehen. Die Decken haben wir auf dem Weg dahin in der Dienstmädchenkammer gefunden, im Schrank.”

Ich hatte dabei auf Quyens wogenden Busen geblickt und war froh, auch heute wieder die Konturen ihres BHs unter escort beşiktaş ihrem Polohemd ausmachen zu können. Nguyet war das sicher auch schon aufgefallen. Sie hatte ja durchaus bisexuelle Neigungen und wäre sicher einem kurzen Dreier nicht abgeneigt, heute.

„Ja, ich hab’ ja auch noch Sachen in dem Schrank. Die Decken hab’ ich dort auch schon gesehen. Ach, und übrigens: Hoang war wohl schon auf dem Dach oben,” fügte sie trocken noch an.

„Hättest Du nicht Lust, Nguyet, auch mal dort oben …?” fragte ich sie.

Quyen hatte ihre Sporthose mittlerweile drüben aufs Bett geworfen und packte nun die Styroporschachtel mit den Rollen sowie die Erdnusssoße aus. Wir setzten uns aber erstmal, und ich machte uns ein paar Getränke zurecht.

„So, Ben, erzähl mal: Quyen und du – ihr habt es oben auf dem Dach gemacht?” lachte Nguyet und nickte doch irgendwie anerkennend, mit geschürzten Lippen, bevor sie kurz mit Quyen auf Vietnamesisch sprach, da sie ja nicht wusste, wie gut deren Englisch war.

So stießen wir erstmal an und berichteten Nguyet dann in groben Zügen von unseren beiden Abenteuern oben, wobei Quyen auch gleich noch anmerkte, dass sie die Kemenate unterm Dach auch schnüffig fand:

„Aber dort haben wir’s noch nicht gemacht,” kicherte sie und wurde rot.

„Das könnt ihr ja heute nachholen, wenn ich weg bin,” lachte Nguyet zurück.

„Wir könnten auch zu dritt …” warf ich kurz in die Runde, bevor ich mir endlich eine Kippe anzündete, nachdem ich das Fenster geöffnet hatte.

Ja, es war noch immer windig und nieselte auch leicht.

„Ziehen Sie dann nach Japan?” erkundigte sich Quyen nun bei Nguyet.

„Nee, Hiroshi hat es gern warm. Er hat hier auch schon ein Haus gekauft, und wir wollen auch noch ein Kind.”

„Ach, Sie haben schon ein’s?” erkundigte sich Quyen natürlich.

Nguyet nickte, sagte aber dann, dass sie noch kurz über Lys Baby und unser Projekt reden wollte; gerade, als ich sie nochmal fragen wollte, ob sie wirklich nicht auf Sex auf dem Dach scharf war. Na, egal.

„Quyen, wie ich es verstehe, willst Du auch mal Gruppensex probieren,” begann Nguyet, woraufhin Quyen nickte, aber dann nochmal erklärte, dass sie Sex mit mir wollte, dabei aber gern mal anderen bei deren Paarungstanz zusehen würde.

Nguyet überlegte, ob das nicht ein-und-dasselbe war, sagte aber dann einfach – damit Quyen im Bilde wäre – dass Ly Witwe war, sich aber mit Ende 30 endlich ein Kind wünschte:

„Weißt du: Ihr läuft ja ein bisschen die Zeit davon …”

„Aber es wäre wirklich kein Problem, das Kind ohne Vater aufzuziehen?” hakte ich nach, weil ich wusste, dass viele Vietnamesinnen sich nicht auf derlei einlassen würden.

„Ach, sie lernt doch vielleicht irgendwann nochmal jemanden kennen. Und es geht ja auch um Hanh, Ben. Das haben wir ja schon mal besprochen.”

So klärte ich erstmal Quyen auf, dass Hanh Lys blinde Nichte war, die aufgrund ihrer Krankheit, Neuromyelitis optica, vielleicht keine Kinder bekommen konnte. Oder wollte. Oder sollte.

„Insofern ergibt, was Ly vorhat, schon Sinn,” nickte ich, bevor Nguyet noch ergänzte:

„Ly versucht seit vier, fünf Monaten, von Khoa schwanger zu werden, Quyen, aber irgendwie klappt das nicht.”

Wir konnten es nun hinter Quyens Stirn schon fast rattern sehen, aber nun sagte Nguyet, dass sie sich nicht sicher wäre, ob sie Hiroshi erlauben sollte …

„Nun, es geht Ly ja nicht um Alimente, oder? Ly ist ja auch nicht arm, und Hiroshi hat Kohle ohne Ende. Und, komm, Du weißt doch, wie sehr Ly und Hiroshi sich mögen.”

Hatte Nguyet Angst, dass sie ihren Hiroshi an Ly verlieren würde?

„Nee, ja, aber das Kind sieht dann vielleicht zu Japanisch aus,” wand Nguyet ein.

„Na, und?! Khoa doch auch,” lachte ich, und Quyen stimmte sofort ein.

„Wie wär’s denn mit Hoang?” warf ich nun in die Debatte.

„Den hab’ ich noch nicht gefragt,” schüttelte Nguyet ihren schönen, rhombenförmigen Kopf und langte nach einer der Sommerrollen.

„Na, kommt, wir essen erstmal,” fügte sie noch an.

Während wir nun bedächtig kauten, schlug Quyen vor, dass Khoa und Ly sich vielleicht untersuchen lassen sollten, damit sie wüssten, an wem es läge, doch Nguyet schüttelte sogleich den Kopf:

„Das will sie irgendwie nicht. Sowas ist wohl auch teuer,” fiel ihr noch ein: „Und: Ich weiß auch gar nicht, ob man das hier in der Stadt machen könnte.”

„Naja, okay, verstehe. Und Vu?” hakte ich nach.

Vu war einer meiner ehemaligen Schüler. Der war auch kein Kostverächter und hatte sich schon in etliche Abenteuer mit uns gestürzt. Er war allerdings damals bei Nguyet in Ungnade gefallen, als er sich von ihr ab- und meiner angeheirateten geilen Landei-Nichte Giang zugewandt hatte. Die mit den herrlichen, braungebrannten Beinen.

„Würde Quynh, Vus Freundin, zustimmen, Ben?” war Nguyet natürlich besorgt.

Irgendwoher schien sie von Sally zu wissen, wobei ich nicht wusste, ob Nguyet sie jemals getroffen hatte. Ich zuckte mit den Schultern, warf aber dann noch Charlie in die Debatte. Nguyet lachte kurz albern, aber wohl nur, weil wir so amüsante Erinnerungen an ihn hatten. Allerdings war Charlie mit einer attraktiven Laotin liiert, die keinen Gruppensex wollte.

„Sawan würde das vielleicht nicht wollen,” hatte auch Nguyet ihre Zweifel.

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Julia kannte ich erst kurz. Wir lernten uns im Studium in einem Kurs kennen.

Ich wollte Julia mit einem romantischen Abendessen überraschen und reservierte ein Zimmer in einem eleganten Restaurant, zu essen gab es a’la Carte.

Sie kam in einem schönen Abendkleid, die Körperkonturen waren eindeutig zu erkennen. Das rote Kleid bedeckte ihre großen, festen Brüste. Ihr weibliches Becken und die nicht ganz schlanke Taille – aber nicht übergewichtig – waren deutlich zu erkennen.

Julia, die sich gut mit Ernährung auskannte, bestellte das Essen. Shrimps und Muscheln, eine leckere scharfe Soße mit Gemüse und zum Nachtisch Erdbeeren mit Schokoladenüberzug. Alles was eine aphrodisierende, anregende Wirkung auf die männliche Libido hat. Nachgewiesenermaßen steigt der Testosteronspiegel und die Spermienproduktion von Männern beim Verzehr von Meeresfrüchten an, erklärte Julia mir beiläufig.

„Dieses Luder hat heute Abend noch was vor!” dachte ich mir erfreut.

Beim Nachtisch dippte sie die Erdbeere in die heiße Schokolade, nahm die Spitze in den Mund und schleckte mit der Zunge vorsichtig, aber zielstrebig die an die Unterseite der Erdbeere fließende Schokolade. Dabei sah sie mir tief in die Augen. Ich wurde fast wahnsinnig, in meiner Jens begann es zunehmend eng zu werden. Mit einem beherzten Biss teilte Julia die Erdbeere und grinste mich schelmisch an.

Nach dem Essen genossen wir noch etwas den lauen Sommerabend im freien und tranken einen Cocktail.

Auch hier bestand Julia darauf die Bestellung vorzunehmen: „Grande Madame” dieser beinhaltet „das natürlichen Aphrodisiakum Granatapfel”, wie sie mir später erklärte während sie ihr Kleid etwas nach unten zog so dass die Konturen noch besser erkennbar waren.

Der ganze Abend war voll von Julias antörnenden Gesten. Sie schmiegte sich in der Bar an mich, ich spürte ihren großen Busen deutlich und raunte ihr zu „warte nur bis wir nachher im Bett sind, dann zahle ich dir das heim!” sie grinste, küsste mich leicht und berührte scheinbar zufällig meine Hose. „Du scheinst ja bereits bereit zu sein, ich hoffe du kannst dein Versprechen auch halten” raunte Julia mir zu.

Als echter Gentleman zahlte ich die Rechnung (wie auch im Restaurant zuvor) und gab der hübschen Bedienung ein gutes Trinkgeld.

Wir machten uns auf den Heimweg, ohne darüber zu reden war uns beiden klar dass wir die Nacht bei Ihr verbringen würden. Ihre WG Kollegin war zu Besuch bei den Eltern, diese Gelegenheit mussten wir einfach nutzen! Vorbei an den vielen kleinen Bars der Altstadt, einigen Sehenswürdigkeiten schlenderten wir eng umschlungen in Richtung ihrer Wohnung.

Julia wohnte im 6. Stock (Obergeschoss) eines schön renovierten Altbau-Mehrfamilienhaus. Einen Aufzug gab es nicht. Vor ihrer Türe angekommen drückte ich Julia gegen die Wand, nahm ihr Gesicht in meine starken Hände und küsste sie innig. Erst sanft, dann bestimmt streichelte ich über ihre großen, festen Brüste und flüsterte ihr leise zu „Heute Nacht werde ich dich besitzen, wenn du dies willst küss mich!” dabei sah ich ihr tief in die Augen. Wenige Sekunden später küsste sie mich innig.

Kaum waren wir in ihrer Wohnung drückte ich Julia gegen die Wand. Meine steinharte Erektion beulte die Jeanshose aus und drückte fordernd gegen ihren Bauch als ich sie küsste und ihr das dünne Sommerkleid über den Kopf zog.

Sie stand nur mit schwarzem BH und Höschen bekleidet vor mir. Ein kurzer Griff in ihren Intimbereich zeigte mir dass sie feucht und bereit für mich war.

Wild küssend bewegten wir uns in ihr Schlafzimmer. Ihr Bett stand an der Außenwand direkt unter einem Fenster. Der Rolladen war noch oben aber wer sollte uns schon beobachten? Weit und breit kein Haus das höher war. Julia bat mich „bitte lass das Licht aus”. Sollte mir recht sein, der Vollmond war hell genug dass er in ihr Schlafzimmer schien. Irgendwie war es so sehr romantisch.

Ich drückte sie auf ihr Bett, wild küssend streichelte sie meine Erektion die jetzt nur noch von einer Boxershort gefangen war aber bereits zu sehen war.

Ich zügelte meine animalische Lust und gab Julia mehr Freiheit, sie stieg auf mich drauf küsste meinen Hals und bewegte sich zielstrebig nach unten mit ihren Liebkosungen. Schnell war die Boxershort weg. und sie nahm meine Eichel sanft in den Mund.

Wie den Nachtisch des Abendessens – Erdbeere mit Schokolade – bearbeitete sie meine Eichel sanft mit ihrem Mund.

Dabei achtete sie darauf dass ich nicht zum Höhepunkt kam. Sie war echt eine Könnerin auf ihrem Gebiet! Sanft massierte ihre Lippen meine Eichel, mit der Zunge mecidiyeköy escort reizte sie Vorhautbändchen gezielt aber nicht zu stark.

Ich spürte wie ihre Spucke an meinem erigierten Penis herunter lief. Als wollte sie nichts verschenken nahm sie meine Erektion tief — fast bis zur Wurzel – in den Mund, schloss die Lippen fest und bewegte ihren Kopf langsam in Richtung Eichel und „saugte” so ihren Speichel weg.

Stetig unterbrochen von kurzen Pausen wo sie sanft meinen Unterbauch küsste um mich nicht bereits beim Vorspiel zu entleeren.

Sie sah mich fordernd an und raunte: „Du wolltest mich doch beherrschen, oder waren das nur leere Versprechen?”. Dann kniff Julia mir zwei mal kräftig in die Brustwarze.

Ich warf sie auf den Rücken, riss ihr den BH und das Höschen vom Leibe und drang mit einem kräftigen Stoß ein, dies gelang mir aber nur so halber, Julia bewegte sich leicht weg, zappelte unter mir.

„Aaahhhuuu…. Aaaahhh Jaaa”

hörte ich aus ihrem Mund etwas schmerzhaft aber sehr lustvoll. Weitere Geräusche unterband ich vorerst mit einem fordernden innigen Kuss legte meine Arme um ihren Kopf — so fixiert konnte sie nicht erneut „fliehen” – und fing an Julia zu stoßen, erst leicht dann zunehmend kraftvoller. Der Mond schien auf ihre großen Brüste die durch jeden meiner Stöße in eine rhythmische Bewegung versetzt wurden. Das liebevolle, dominante dehnen ihrer engen Scheidenmuskulatur quittierte sie mit lustvolles Stöhnen. Das rhythmische Klatschen in Kombination mit dem an die Wand schlagende Bett und Julias zunehmendes Stöhnen gab einen „rhythmisches Lied” welches ich mit der Intensität meiner Stöße wie ein Dirigent vorgab.

Sie krallte sich an meinem Rücken fest. Ihre Fingernägel bohrten sich in meinen Rücken und zogen eine Linie.

„Aaah” kam es aus meinem Mund, sie sah mich neckisch und fordernd an. Ich hielt ihre Hände über ihren Kopf, Befreiungsversuche waren nutzlos und hab ihr eine Serie harter Stöße.

„Ohh jaa, ohh Gott… AAAhh”

Sie wendete viel Kraft auf, nicht weil sie sich wirklich gegen mich wehren wollte sondern um mich zu fordern und aufzufordern. Es turnte sie richtig an sich zu wehren, ihre Grenzen auszutesten und letztlich sich meinem starken Körper zu ergeben.

Um dies geile Erlebnis nicht zu schnell enden zu lassen richtete ich mich auf, nahm Julias Beine (sie noch immer unter mir liegend) zwischen meine Schultern und begann sie langsamer und zärtlicher zu stoßen. Julia genoss diese zärtliche Pause sichtlich. Ich stieß sanft, tief gleichmäßig langsam. Mein Blick schweifte durch das Fenster (ich konnte mit halb aufgerichtetem Oberkörper einigermaßen raus sehen). Gegenüber im Studentenwohnheim, etwa 5m tiefer, war der Rollanden oben und das Licht brannte. Mit guten Durchblick sah ich wie dort ein junges Liebespärchen — beide schätzte ich auf maximal 20 Jahre – sich die Kleider vom Leib rissen. Der junge Mann streichelte die ehr mittlere bis kleine Brust der jungen sportlichen, sehr gut aussehenden Frau. Anschießend sie kniete sich vor ihn.

Meine Sichtposition war recht geschützt. Einerseits war unser Zimmer dunkel, dazu waren wir 5m höher. Julia stöhnte unter meinen sanften Stößen und bekam von all dem nichts mit.

Gegenüber bearbeitete die junge Frau eifrig das Glied ihres Lovers, das sich nun unmittelbar vor ihr befand. Ein wenig Erfolg schien sich bereits einzustellen, denn es war zumindest zur Hälfte aufgerichtet, mit jeder ihrer Liebkosungen füllte sich die Schwellkörper des Lovers mit Blut.

Die junge Frau schmiegte ihre Lippen eng um die Eichel während ihre Finger sanft über den zunehmend härter werdenden Schaft streichelten. Als sie mit ihrer freien Hand nach den weichen Hoden griff und sie einen Augenblick lang massierte, sah ich, das jetzt komplett erigierte Glied des Lovers.

Dieser junge Lover hatte eine ausgesprochen gute Selbstkontrolle, dachte ich mir anerkennend.

Julias anfängliche Freude über meine sanften Stöße, über eine kurze „Pause”, gingen zunehmend in fordernde Bewegungen ihres Beckens über. Sie musste wieder härter ran genommen werden. Ich griff mit beiden Händen an ihre großen Brüste, hielt sie damit sicher unter mir zog meinen erigierten Penis fast komplett raus und stieß in hart in sie.

Dies quittierte sie stets mit einem lustvollen, lauten Schrei. Ich vögelte sie langsam aber hart. Wenn nur noch die Eichel in ihrer Vagina war zeichneten sich die prallen Adern unter der Haut meiner Erektion ab welche die Schwellkörper stetig mit Blut versorgen. Beim kraftvollen zustoßen „bewegte” ich Julia jedes bayan escort mal ein kleines bisschen weiter in Richtung Kopfende ihres Bettes.

Fast vergaß ich dem Schauspiel im Zimmer gegenüber zu folgen. Der Lover dirigierte die junge Frau mittlerweile auf die Knie und drang in sie ein. Er legte dabei ein beachtliches Tempo hin. Mit jedem seiner Stoße wippten ihre Brüste im Takt mit. Leider konnte ich nichts hören.

Es war auch an der Zeit Julia entschiedener zu vögeln! Jedoch wollte ich verhindern dass die dem Schauspiel zusah, sie sollte sich voll und ganz auch mich und ihren Körper konzentrieren.

Mit einer energischen Bewegung drehte ich Julia um. Ihr Kopf war dabei stets unterhalb des Fensters. Kraftvoll hob ich ihr Becken an. Versuche von ihr sich aufzurichten unterband ich durch einen energischen Druck zwischen ihre Schülterblätter.

Julia drehte sich — auf allen vieren kniend den Kopf nahe am Kopfkissen – zu mir um und schenkte mir ein Lächeln.

“Na komm, gib’s mir! Zeig mir, wie stark du bist!”

Ich reagierte mit einer kraftvollen Bewegung nach vorne. Tief in Julia verharrend, mit der linken Hand ihren Oberkörper nach unten gedrückt gab ich ihr mir meiner starken rechten Hand mehrere kräftige Schläge auf den Arsch.

Dabei beobachtete ich den Lover wie er seine Freundin zunehmend rhythmisch schnell und hart stieß. Mein Glied verharrte tief in Julias Lenden. Im Rhythmus seiner Stoßens bekam Julia von mir mehre kräftige Schläge auf ihren breiten Hintern. Ihre Zuckungen bei jedem Schlag auf den Arsch reizten meine Erektion zusätzlich das erröten ihrer sanften Gesäßhaut konnte ich im Mondlicht leider nur erahnen.

Langsam erhöhte ich den Rhythmus meiner Stoßbewegungen, achtete aber darauf dass Julia sich nie so weit aufrichten konnte das Schauspiel in der Wohnung gegenüber zu beobachten. Julia quittierte dies mit zunehmend lauteren Schreien. Ich glich mein Tempo dem des jungen Lovers an.

Julia stöhnte laut auf, als ich mit einem besonders kraftvollen Ruck tief in sie eindrang. Schwungvoll prallte meine Hüfte gegen ihren Hintern, während mein Glied erneut vollständig von ihren empfindsamen Muskeln umgeben wurde.

“Oh Gott, ja!”, rief sie laut und krallte die Finger in die Decke.

Ich seufzte ebenfalls genüsslich. Mit einer Hand kraftvoll auf ihren entblößten Hintern schlagend fügte ich hinzu:

“So, du willst also wissen, wie stark ich bin? Na warte…”

Kaum einen Atemzug später ließ ich meinen Worten bereits Taten folgen. Mit kraftvollen Stößen vögelte ich Julia durch dabei griffen meine Hände um ihre Hüfte, bei jedem Stoß klatschte ich gegen ihren Hintern. Julia kommentierte mit zunehmend lauterem schreien.

„Oh Gott … jaahh… so stark”

Ihr Becken wurde durch meine Stöße hart vorne getrieben, dass Bett knallte mehrfach gegen die Hauswand, mit festem Griff um ihre Hüften hielt ich sie in Position.

Auch der Lover gegenüber wurde zunehmend hemmungsloser und wilder. Seine Bewegungen wurden unrhythmischer, fordernder.

Ich stellte mir vor dass die junge Frau Stöße ebenso lautstark kommentiert wie meine Julia.

Ich ließ wohl mit meiner Intensität und Kraft etwas nach. Julia versuchte sich erneut aus ihrer mit dem Oberkörper weit nach unten gebeugten Position aufzurichten.

Bevor sie den Kopf auf Höhe des Fenstern hatte — und das Schauspiel nebenan beobachten konnte – drückte ich kräftig auf ihr Schulterblatt.

Ein kräftiger Stoß „aaahhu…” sie streckte ihre Hände seitlich. Diese Gelegenheit nutzte ich, griff ihre Hände und hielt sie hinter ihren Rücken.

„Deine Hände bleiben hinter dem Rücken” raunte ich sanft aber bestimmt. Zur Verstärkung dieser Forderung hielt ich beide Hände mit meiner linken Hand mühelos hinter ihrem Rücken, gab ich dir einige kräftige Schläge auf ihren Arsch.

„Auu… ahh”

„ich habe die nicht verstanden?” und noch einen sehr kräftigen „Klatsch”

„Auu ja… ja meine Hände bleiben hinter meinem Rücken!”

Ich nahm etwas an Intensität raus, streichelte sanft ihren lädierten Hintern und drang mehrfach sanft in ihre enge Grotte ein. Dankbar stöhnte Julia lustvoll auf.

Mir war klar ich musste Julia fixieren, nur wie? In mit meiner rechten Hand ertastete ich ihr Höschen. Während ich Julia sanft stieß untersuchte ich dessen Haltbarkeit. Erfreut stellte ich fest dass ihr Höschen auch intensives dehnen unbeschadet überstand. Das Gummiband ihres Höschens war sehr stabil! Zufrieden mit dem Haltbarkeitstest fesselte ich Julias Hände hinter ihrem Rücken mit ihrem Höschen, „ Ooh maslak escort nein bitte nicht” dann einige sanfte Stöße die sie mit „Jaa oh Gott jaa” quitierte. Etwas Kraft war notwendig aber wirklich intensiv wehrte sie sich gegen dieses Spiel nicht.

Ein fester Knoten und Julia war fixiert.

Das Schauspiel gegenüber neigte sich dem Ende entgegen. Der Lover bewegte sich immer unrythmischer, wilder, die junge Frau griff verzweifelt nach ihrem Kissen und drückte es sich vor den Mund. Offensichtlich wollte sie verhindern dass das ganze Wohnheim deren Liebesspiel mitkriegt. Bei der Intensität jedoch sehr wahrscheinlich das mindestens ihre Zimmernachbarn genau wussten was los war. Ein letzter kräftiger Stoß des Lovers und er verharrte tief in der jungen Frau. Völlig ermattet brach er auf ihr zusammen.

Mit steigernder härte vögelte ich Julia. Dabei hielt ich mit der linken Hand ihre auf den Rücken fixierte Arme leicht nach oben und verringerte so zuverlässig ihre Bewegungsfreiheit.

Sie stöhnte, kreischte und schrie lustvoll.

Mit jedem tiefen Eindringen in Julias enge Lenden kam ich dem erlösenden Höhepunkt näher. Der Mondschein erleuchtete Raum war mit wilden, animalischen Lauten erfüllt. Unrythmisch, hart, fordernd und in schneller Folge stieß ich mein Glied in Julia. Eine Pause gönnte ich ihr jetzt nicht mehr!

„Oh Himmel, jaaa” hörte ich als Ansporn von ihr.

Der Orgasmus überwältigte Julia mit brutaler Gewalt. Am ihrem ganzen Körper spürte ich ein unkontrolliertes Zucken, die gesamte sexuelle Anspannung löste sich in ihrer Hüfte. Ihr Becken zuckte rhythmisch.

Voller Ekstase immer wieder schreiend und stöhnend ließ sie sich von mir durch ihren Orgasmus führen. Noch immer nahm ich sie mit unveränderter Härte, hielt ihrer Arme leicht nach oben gestreckt, den Überkörper auf der Bettdecke fixierend fickte ich sie hart ohne, ihr eine Pause zu gönnen, ohne Gnade, und sie genoss es!

Mit jedem weiteren Eindringen meines harten Gliedes entlud sich ein weiteres Nachbeben in Julias Körper.

Willenlos ließ sie sich immer weiter von mir treiben, genoss jeden Stoß und stieß dabei zunehmend eine dichte Folge wimmernder Stöhngeräusche aus.

Endlich kam ich meiner Erlösung näher. Ich spürte wie sich meine gesamte sexuelle Anspannung des Abends in meinen Lenden staute. Ein tiefes Brummen von mir gebend drang ich tief in Julias Scheide ein, schmiegte meine Hüfte fest an ihren Hintern und entlud mich mit einem genussvollen Stöhnen.

Dabei ließ ich sein Glied noch zwei, drei Mal halb aus ihr herausgleiten, ehe ich sich erneut fest an sie schmiegte. Ich pumpte sie regelrecht voll, jeder Kubikmillimeter von ihr war ausgefüllt. Ihre zuckende Scheidenmuskulatur forderte ein nicht enden wollendes Entladen meiner animalischen Lust.

Ich zog ihre Arme in diesem Moment fest nach oben, zog sie zu mir nach hinten so das Julias Oberkörper durch das Fenster das Pärchen gegenüber sehen konnte. Das jetzt bereits kuschelnd auf dem Bett lag.

Gleichzeitig drückte ich mein Becken so fest es ging gegen ihren Hintern. Atemlos spürte ich, wie mein Orgasmus nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit abnahm.

Erst jetzt erkannte Julia das junge Pärchen gegenüber, bereits mit dem Liebesspiel abgeschlossen, nackt nebeneinander liegend tief umschlungen.

„Hast du den beiden zugesehen” fragte heiser hauchend, ich noch immer tief in ihr verharrend. Ich hielt sie an ihren Brüsten oben, knetete diese leicht und sanft Julia und genoss die letzten Sekunden meines Orgasmus und küssste ihr auf den Hals. Ich spürte wie meine Erektion langsam an härte verlor. Unter Julias linker Brust spürte ich ich Herz wie wild schlagen. Langsam drehte sie den Kopf zu mir um. Wir küssten uns innig und lange in dieser etwas schrägen Position wobei sie noch immer gefesselt war und von mir gehalten wurde.

Meine vor geschätzt 2-3 Minuten noch steinharte Erektion war nur noch halb aufgerichtet in ihr. Ich lies Julia sanft nach vorne ab. Durch sanfte Bewegungen ihrer gut ausgebildeten Scheidenmuskulatur beförderte sie meinen Penis aus sich heraus. Ein weißes Rinnsal tropfte aus ihrer Scheide, über ihren Damm auf das Bettlacken.

Sanft löste ich die Fesslung, wir lagen schwer atmend nebeneinander, Julia kuschelte sich an mich, ihre Brustwarzen berührten sanft meine männliche Brust, sie raunte schelmisch lachend „Meine Freundin hat mir dieses Lokal und dieses Abendessen empfohlen. Sie meinte diese Nacht war ihr Freund unglaublich animalisch. Du hast ihn aber sicher übertroffen das muss ich ihr morgen mitteilen”.

Stolz über meine Leistung genoss ich ihre Nähe. Kurz vor dem Einschlafen fragte sie mich erneut ob ich das Pärchen nebenan beim Sex beobachtet hätte? „Ja, war geil!” grinste ich. „Du Spanner” antwortete sie lachend und neidisch.

Ich war mir absolut sicher dass Julia zukünftig das Fenster gegenüber sehr genau beobachten würde.

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Am Morgen kam Vanessa später als ich.

“Frau Prummer, wenn Vanessa kommt, dann soll sie sofort in mein Büro kommen!” sagte ich grantig. Sie nickte nur lächelnd.

20 min zu spät kam sie. Sie kam eilig sofort in mein Büro. Ich blickte auf und sah ihr in die Augen.

“Entschuldige … äh … Meister! Ich habe den Bus versäumt!” sagte sie angsterfüllt.

“Du weißt schon, dass dies eine Strafe mit sich bringt?”

Sie senkte den Kopf: “Ja Meister ich weiß!” sagte sie und drehte sich um.

Ich sah ihr zufrieden nach.

Rainer kam zu mir ins Büro.

“Du, ich habe für morgen früh einen Termin mit den Engländern gemacht. Der Chef kommt persönlich rüber. Hast du eine Idee, was wir heute Abend machen könnten, um ihn für Morgen milde zu stimmen?”

“Keine Ahnung! Überleg dir was!”

“Ich dachte, wir gehen in den Edelpuff!” sagte Rainer.

Nachdem es zu den Aufgaben eines Verkaufsleiters gehört, über seine Kunden auch viel privates zu erfahren, um dies auch nutzen zu können, war ich mir nicht sicher, ob dies genau das richtige wäre. Ich kramte in meinem Sakko und nahm einen USB Stick heraus. Hier wurden alle Informationen, die ich über unsere Großkunden gesammelt hatte, eingetragen. Ich arbeitete auch mit einigen Detektiven zusammen, die mir die richtigen Infos besorgten.

“Ich überleg mir was!” sagte ich Rainer und er ging wieder.

Es öffnete sich der Stick. Ich gab meinen Code ein und schon hatte ich die schönste Kartei. Ich suchte nach “Funded Limited” und dann nach CEO. Dann klickte ich auf “Dan Murphy”. Es öffnete sich die Datei. Ich sah das Bild, eines dicken, fetten Herrn mit Doppelkinn und Halbglatze. Sein Alter war mit 59 angegeben. Dann sah ich seine Adresse. Als ich auf diese klickte, sah ich ein Foto seines Hauses. Bei “Familie” waren 3 Einträge vorhanden. Seine Frau “Martha” eine schlanke, streng blickende englische Lady und seine beiden Töchter “Luise” und “Barbara”.

Dann laß ich den Text, der von einem Detektiv in England stammte:

Mr. Dan Murphy heiratete seine Frau 1998. Sie ist um 14 Jahre jünger. Seine Leidenschaft sind schöne Frauen. Meist verkehrt er alleine oder mit seiner Frau in den diversen Edelbordellen in London. Frau Martha Murphy hat keinen Anteil an der Firma, gilt aber als graue Eminenz, die ihren Gatten einflüstert.

Dann war da noch was von den Trink-, und Essgewohnheiten der Familie. Ich überflog das ganze kurz, da ich es nicht für wichtig erachtete.

Nach 20 min kam Rainer wieder zu mir:

“Weisst du schon was?”

“Ja! Wir nehmen unsere kleine Schlampe mit, Mr and Mrs Murphy stehen auf hübsche Mädchen!”

Rainer sah mich mit großen Augen an.

“Ich will ja nicht wissen, wie du schon wieder an diese Info gekommen bist!” sagte er, lächelte und ging. Ich rief Vanessa zu mir ins Büro.

“Heute Abend brauche ich dich bei einem Geschäftsessen!” stellte ich fest.

“Ja Meister! Wann?” fragte sie.

“Wir werden uns dann auf den Weg machen, wir müssen dir noch die richtigen Klamotten besorgen. Dann kommst du mit zu mir und kannst dich da duschen und anziehen.” sagte ich und sie nickte.

Nach 2 Stunden brachen wir auf. Im Auto sprachen wir nichts. Als wir bei einem Dessous Laden vorbei kamen, blieb ich stehen und wir gingen rein.

Ich suchte einen feinmaschig, gestrickten Catsuite der von den Knöcheln an den Beinen, bis zu ihrem Hals reichte raus. Ich gab ihn ihr und sie nahm ihn in die Umkleide mit.

“Lass die Türe offen!” sagte ich und stellte mich davor. Ich konnte sehen, wie sie sich auszog und sich in diesen Catsuite zwängte. Er war natürlich vom Arschbereich bis vorne zum Venushügel offen. Als sie ihn an hatte, sagte ich:

“Komm raus und lass dich ansehen!”

Es şişli escort kamen die Verkäuferin und 2 ältere Damen vorbei, die mit offenen Mündern stehen blieben. Vanessa schämte sich sichtlich.

“Dreh dich!” sagte ich und ich sah von hinten, dass die “freie Zone” bis kurz über ihr Arschloch reichte. Dann drehte sie sich nach vorne und die “offene Stelle” reichte bis oberhalb ihres Venushügels. Die Ärmel gingen ihr bis zu den Händen und an den Beinen endete er bei ihren Fesseln.

“Sehr gut! Den nehmen wir!” sagte ich und sie zog ihn wieder aus.

Bis sie kam, habe ich bezahlt. Wir führen dann in einen Damenmoden Shop. Hier suchte ich einen sehr kurzen Minirock und einen schwarzen, dünnen Blazer. Dann gings weiter in ein Schuhgeschäft. Hier suchte ich die passenden Schuhe aus. Hoch und die Zehen frei. Als sie sie probierte, sah ich den Pink Nagellack.

“Soll ich kotzen?” fragte ich sie und sie sah mich verwundert an.

“Warum?”

“Der Nagellack ist eine Frechheit! Du trägst ab sofort nur ganz dunkle Töne. Schwarz, dunkelbraun oder ganz dunkelrot! Ich will nichts mehr anderes sehen!” sagte ich und sie nickte.

Dann fuhren wir noch bei einer Drogerie vorbei und sie kaufte 3 verschiedene. Dunkelrot, dunkelbraun und Schwarz mit Glitter. Ich war zufrieden.

Wir fuhren zu mir nach Hause. Ich schickte sie in die Dusche, aber legte ihr noch die Klistierbirne raus, die sie sofort befüllte. Ich hätte sie jetzt ficken können aber mir fehlte die Lust, ich musste mich auf den Termin heute Abend vorbereiten.

Im Hotel reservierte ich einen Tisch im Nebenraum, damit wir ungestört waren.

Sie duschte und stand in meinem Bademantel in der Türe.

“Du bist nackt, wenn wir zuhause sind!” sagte ich kurz und sie hing ihn wieder an seinen Platz!

Dann ging ich duschen und ins Schlafzimmer, um mich anzuziehen. Ich war fast fertig und gab Vanessa das Zeichen, sich anzuziehen.

Als sie zu mir ins Wohnzimmer kam, fiel ich fast um. Hohe Schuhe, mit den perfekten Zehen in Dunkelrot lackiert. Dann dieser Catsuit mit diesem Muster. Dann der Minirock und darüber nur das Sakko.” Boah!” dachte ich. Aber wir hatten keine Zeit mehr.

Wir fuhren zum Hotel und gingen ins Restaurant. Mr. and Mrs Murphy waren gerade auf ihren Platz gegangen. Rainer kam auch gerade und fiel ebenfalls fast um, als er Vanessa sah.

Dann gingen wir zu dritt, zu den Murphy´s. Sie sprang sofort auf und begrüßte uns. Wir stellten uns vor. Es war unverkennbar, wie Mrs. Murphy Vanessa mit ihren Augen untersuchte. Wahrscheinlich bekam sie eine feuchte Muschi. Dann der dicke Mr. Murphy.

Als wir Platz nahmen, nahm Mr. Murphy Vanessa an der Hand und zog sie neben sich auf den Platz. Rainer lächelte mich zufrieden an, als er dies sah.

Wir aßen und tranken Wein. Während des essens sah mich Vanessa einmal geschockt an und ich sah von der Seite, dass Mrs. Murphy ihre Hand auf dem Schenkel von Vanessa hatte und sich den Weg zu ihrem Fötzchen unter ihrem Minirock bahnte. Sie musste sofort erfühlt haben, dass ihre Fotze frei lag. Ich nickte Vanessa nur kurz an.

Rainer checkte dies nicht, da er sich mit dem Dicken unterhielt und über Geschäftliches sprach.

Nach dem Essen fragte Mrs Murphy in einem perfekten Oxford Englisch, ob wir noch in ihrer Suite etwas trinken möchten, was wir sofort bejahten. Angeheitert vom Alkohol fuhren wir ins Penthouse. Vanessa war den ganzen Abend über sehr still.

Als wir in diesem großen Raum kamen, streichelte Mrs.Murphy über den Arsch von Vanessa. Ich sagte Mrs. Murphy, dass meine Assistentin heute für sie als Geschenk dabei ist und dass sie über sie frei verfügen kann!

Sie lächelte mich an während Vanessa mich geschockt osmanbey escort ansah. Die Misses, war eine schlanke, hübsche Frau ende der 40er, auch wenn man glaubte, sie habe einen Stock im Arsch.

“Zieh mal dein Sakko aus und dann deinen Minirock! Und das langsam, dass die Misses dir genau zusehen kann! Sieh ihr dabei in die Augen!” sagte ich zu Vanessa.

Ohne Zögern zog sie langsam ihr Sakko aus. Man konnte unter dem Catsuite ihre festen Titten mit steifen, kleinen Nippeln sehen, die durch die Maschen drückten. Dann öffnete sie langsam den seitlichen Reißverschluss ihres Mini´s.

“Dreh dich mit dem Arsch zur Misses!” gab ich Anweisung!

Und Vanessa drehte sich zu Mrs. Murphy, die sich auf einen der großen Sessel setzte und die Szene beobachtete. Vanessa ging einen Schritt zurück, damit die Misses besser sehen konnte. Ich hatte das Gefühl, Vanessa genoss diese Situation sich zu präsentieren.

Sie beugte sich nach vorne und streifte den Rock über ihren Arsch. Man konnte nun gut ihre nasse Fotze und ihr kleines rosa Arschloch sehen. Als sie sich wieder erhob, lächelte Mrs. Murphy und winkte sie mit ihrem Zeigefinger zu sich. Vanessa gehorchte sofort und ging nur mit diesem Catsuite in ihren hohen Schuhen auf Mrs. Murphy zu.!

“Stell ein Bein auf die Armlehne, dass die Misses deine Fotze anfassen kann!” befahl ich wieder und sie tat, was befohlen wurde.

Die Misses, griff an ihre Fotze und steckte sofort einen Finger ganz tief rein.

“Uaaaahhhhh!” seufzte Vanessa.

“Eine süße Frau, ist ihre Assistentin!” sagte die Misses. Dann sah ich, wie sie den Finger wieder aus ihrer Spalte nahm und ihn nach hinten wandern ließ. Dann führte sie ihn in ihr Arschloch ein. Was Vanessa wieder mit einem Seufzer quittierte. Sie fickte sie ein paar mal in ihren Arsch.

Dann schob sie Vanessa vor sich und drückte sie mit den Händen am Rücken nach unten. Ich sagte noch kurz:

“Präsentiere deinen Arsch!”

Vanessas Arsch war nun genau vor ihr und sie nahm ihre Hände nach hintern und zog ihre Arschbacken auseinander. Dann beugte sich die Misses nach vorne und begann zuerst die Rosette und dann die Fotze von Vanessa zu lecken. Sie stöhnte auf.

Mr. Murphy sah sich dies lächelnd und zufrieden an, der neben Rainer saß, was ihn aber nicht sonderlich interessierte.

Mrs. Murphy leckte ihre Rosette und immer abwechselnd ihre Fotze. Vanessa stöhnte dabei. Dann gab ihr die Misses einen kräftigen Klaps auf eine der Arschbacken und stand auf. Vanessa erhob sich ebenfalls. Mrs Murphy nahm Vanessa an der Hand und ging mit ihr in einen Nebenraum, ich vermutete das Schlafzimmer. Sie blickte zurück und gab mir zu verstehen, dass ich auch mitkommen sollte, was ich natürlich machte. Bis Rainer und der Dicke begriffen, was da läuft, hatte ich die Türe hinter mir schon geschlossen.

In diesem opulenten Raum befand sich ein riesiges Bett.

Mrs. Murphy begann sich auszuziehen. Sie hatte für ihr alter eine Wahnsinnsfigur. Sie war schlank, durchtrainiert aber hatte leicht hängende Titten. Sie zog sich nackt aus und kam wieder zu Vanessa. Sie nahm sie, drehte sie und gab ihr einen Schubs, dass sie mit dem Rücken auf das Bett fiel. Dann sprang “Madam” mit ihrem Arsch auf den Kopf von Vanessa und drückte ihre Fotze auf ihren Mund!

Sie begann zu stöhnen und faselte in Englisch irgendwelche Worte. Sie veränderte immer wieder ihre Stellung, so dass einmal ihre Fotze und dann wieder ihr Arschloch von ihr geleckt wurde. Ich sah, dass sie sich mit ihrem Arschloch so fest auf Vanessa setzte, dass diese keine Luft mehr bekam. Als sie mit ihren Händen begann die “Madame” wegzudrücken, erhob sie sich langsam und verlagerte ihre Hüfte und ließ sich ihre escort bayan taksim Fotze wieder lecken.

Sie deutete mir an, dass ich auch kommen soll.

Ich ging zu ihr und schon begann sie meine Hose zu öffnen. Als sie meine Hose runterzog und mein Schwanz hart vor ihr stand, nahm sie ihn sofort bis zur Wurzel in den Mund. Ich spürte ihren Rachen.

“Fuck me!” sagte sie, stieg von Vanessa runter, drehte sich um und präsentierte mir ihren Arsch. Der strammste war er nicht mehr, aber was solls. Ich steckte meine Schwanz in ihre Fotze und begann sie zu ficken. Vanessa lag daneben und beobachtete die “Madame”.

“Komm her und leck ihr Arschloch!” sagte ich und schon war ihr Mund zwischen meinem Bauch. Sie gab sich wirklich mühe.

Es öffnete sich die Türe und die beiden kamen auch.

Der Dicke begann sich auszuziehen und zeigte seinen kleinen, fetten Schwanz. Der im harten Zustand nur geringfügig größer war als meiner, wenn er “entspannt” ist. Rainer saß auf einem Stuhl und wartete, ob er ebenfalls noch zum Einsatz kam.

Dann kam der Dicke auf uns zu, blieb neben mir stehen, packte Vanessa an ihren Haaren und riss sie unsanft von seiner Frau weg. Er zog sie an den Haaren zu einem weiteren Sessel, setzte sich und drückte ihr Gesicht auf seinen kleinen Schwanz. Er schwitzte überall und ein eigenartiger Schweißgeruch machte sich im Raum breit.

Vanessa begann seinen Schwanz in den Mund zu nehmen und musste immer wieder zwischendrin würgen. Ich für meinen Teil, fickte “Madame” weiter. Nachdem ihr Arschloch immer noch nass war, zog ich meinen Schwanz aus ihrer Fotze und peilte ihre alte, dunkle Rosette an. Dann stieß ich unvermittelt zu. Unaufhaltsam bis zur Wurzel, ohne Pause schob ich meinen harten Schwanz in ihren alten Arsch. Sie jaulte irgendwie auf, aber ihr schien es zu gefallen. Während ich sie in ihren Arsch fickte, der übrigens ein kleines wenig enger war als ihre Fotze, deutete sie Rainer an, er möge kommen. Als er nackt war, nahm sie seinen Schwanz tief in den Mund. Sie quikte, schrie, stöhnte und fasselte.

Dann ein würgen hinter mir.

Als ich mich umdrehte, hatte der Dicke Vanessa hinter den Kopf genommen und presste seinen Schwanz ganz tief in ihren Mund. Er lachte diabolisch und der Schweiß rann über sein fettes Gesicht.

Ich kam und mein Schwanz entlud sich im Arsch von Madame. Auch sie war nun soweit, nahm den Schwanz von Rainer aus dem Mund und wichste ihn schnell. Sie kam und Rainer spritzte ihr ins Gesicht. Als ich meinen Schwanz aus ihr zog und mich umblickte kam auch der Dicke und pumpte seinen Saft in die Kehle von Vanessa, die fast zu ersticken drohte.

Nun waren alle mal befriedigt! So dachte ich jedenfalls.

Madame nahm ihre Finger und wischte sich den Saft von Rainer vom Gesicht und leckte ihre Finger dabei. der Dicke war fertig und wahrscheinlich einem Herzinfarkt nahe.

Madame sah mich an und sagte wieder in bestem Oxfort Englisch:

“Sie soll nun meinen Arsch sauber lecken!”

Vanessa gehorchte und setzte sich unter Madame, die richtiggehend “andrückte” und den Mund von ihr mit meinem Saft füllte. Als sie nach einigen Pfürzen leer war, musste sie noch die gesamte Rosette trockenlecken.

Ich zog Vanessa zu mir und begann mich anzuziehen.

“Kannst du sie nicht heute Nacht bei mir lassen?” fragte sie wieder und Vanessa sah mich mit großen Augen an.

Ich sagte ihr, dass wir morgen früh noch einen Termin haben und ich sie benötige und es daher leider nicht möglich wäre.

Als wir wieder bekleidet waren, verabschiedeten wir uns noch und fuhren mit dem Lift nach unten. Als wir aus dem Hotel kamen, musste Vanessa plötzlich kotzen und brach fast zusammen. Wir fuhren mit ihr zu mir.

An diesem Abend hatte irgendwie keiner mehr Bock auf Sex.

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Am nächsten Tag gingen wir den Vertrag nochmals durch und plötzlich konnte ich noch mehr verlangen als vorher. Dabei waren die beiden angereist, um meinen Preis zu drücken.

Rainer und ich würden dies feiern! Natürlich mit Vanessa!

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