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Collegiate Sluthood Continues Chapter 5

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Anal only, interracial, big black cock, ass to mouth, slut, rough sex, college, D/s, snowbunny, rimming, ass play, degradation, butt stuff, male dominant, female submissive, BBC, anal sluts, anal creampie, face slapping, novella

A reminder of where things stand… students Andrea and Natalie are committed sluts, devoted to serving the hunky, well-endowed six Black boys of Frampton House – located conveniently just up the street. Their house mate – Lisa, does not approve, though she only has a vague idea as to what is really going on. Jacqui – their other house mate, is reserved and non-confrontational, though she is on Lisa’s side.

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Natalie has an interesting day on campus. Andrea has a date with DeShawn. Lots of anal in this chapter. Once again, I recommend reading the previous chapters.

***

8.15 AM

Bradbury College Student Car Park

Natalie’s groaned as she heard her phone rattling away on the floor, for the second time in the last five minutes. It had fallen out of reach between the seats, when she’d leaned over into Wesley’s lap.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

“What are you doing? Girl! Leave the fucking thing alone – oh, damn it!” he complained to no avail as Natalie grasped blindly until she found the device.

“Sorry, babe. This won’t take long – I hope. It’s the second time it’s rung… Hello?”

The call didn’t last long as Natalie mostly listened and confirmed a few facts – such as her name and student ID and that she was free around 1 pm. Wesley waited patiently for her to finish – during which she absent-mindedly kept her palm in his lap, languidly stroking the length of his cock.

“Who was that?” Wesley enquired. His voice was tinged with irritation at the interrupted blowjob.

Natalie put the phone aside and lowered her head to his crotch before answering. “It was the Vice-Dean’s secretary. She’s pushed back my meeting to the afternoon,” she explained in a clipped note, eager to resume her former task of worshipping Wesley’s shiny, black phallus. It had maintained its vitality throughout the call, and it would serve as a distraction to the growing anxious state the call had left her in.

But before her lips could resume, he pulled her head up the chin and kissed her deeply. Naturally, Natalie met his lips and tongue with equal passion of her own, melting into his embrace as his free hand slid into her open jeans to fondle her pussy, which had been gathering a steady dampness since she’d started fellating him.

“You know – I ain’t in the mood to just get my dick sucked,” Wesley told her. “I want to fuck your ass, baby.”

“Right now?”

She looked at his bloated, uncut tool as if seeking second confirmation. It bobbed slightly, shiny with spit and a small pearl of pre-come – beckoning her.

“Come on mama, let’s go outside,” he instructed and opened the car door. It made sense – his Jeep was big but so was he – so it wouldn’t make for the most comfortable place to make love – given his 6’3 bulky frame.

“I’ve got a class to get to… in half an hour,” she warned him, as she walked up to him outside his car.

“So? You want me to nutt faster, don’t you? Ain’t nothing’s going to make it so sooner than me putting it in your big sexy booty,” he reasoned as he grabbed a thick, meaty handful of her ass – just as his mouth closed around her lips.

It was a kiss that ended all arguments withing her – her worry of fucking in the parking lot fading as she hooked and pulled down her jeans. They were parked in a spot that would hide them from passersby, which afforded her some comfort. By the time their lips parted again, her jeans were around her ankles.

“Wesley- “

“Shhh,” he interjected, pressing his right thumb against her lips. His left hand had snaked underneath her thong and was openly palming her pussy. “No buts, baby. What are you?”

Natalie swallowed hard and felt a knot in her stomach. “Your slut, daddy.”

“My slut?”

“I’m your slut, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…”

***

“Miss Thorne?” the fifty-something year old secretary asked Natalie, snapping her out of her distracted state. “Are you OK, dear?

Inadvertently, Natalie shifted her butt within the seat of the chair in the waiting room, seeking a more comfortable position. “Fine, thank you ma’am,” she managed – forcing smile as she shimmied her thighs around. “How long will it be – do you think?”

“Won’t be long Miss, I’m sure.”

The same answer as five minutes ago. Waiting in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber was starting to feel like an eternity. And Natalie couldn’t help but feel nervous every glance she got from the bookish secretary. She was certain that she was giving it away – that the secretary could tell what she had been up to just that morning.

Natalie wasn’t OK, that was for sure. She bağcılar escort placed her hand on her knee, to arrest the nervous tap of her foot on the floor. Her anxiety had been growing with each unbearably long minute. She looked up at the secretary, at the large minute hand that dragged past the hour on the white clock face, at the door to the Vice-Dean’s office. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, each breath heavy in her chest.

How long? Can I come back later?

Not long, miss. Very soon.

Her earlier anxiety was threatening to precipitate into outright dread. It was agonizing. They had all the power. They knew what she was and were lording it over her, sweating her out in this uncomfortable chair. Every moment that dragged, she felt like the walls closing in – and sensed that her impending meeting with the Vice-Dean’s would be a fateful one, certain to change her life.

In her anxious state, she let her mind drift – to think of better times… Like the time she had fucked Wesley in the carpark – just hours earlier that day. The memory caused her to smile, just as the image of his dangling, dark-brown appendage dangled in front of her.

Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…

Despite being in a public space, Wesley’s instruction hadn’t left much room for interpretation. Natalie, going through something of a submissive phase lately, could only obey. After all, he’d given her a lift to campus and was simply claiming his just reward, a precedent that she had recently started with Jerome.

In no time at all, she had removed her breasts bared, allowing him to first grope then kiss them. In the back of her mind, she tried to find a reason to protest but the pressure of his mouth on her nipples overwhelmed her thoughts. His tactfully chosen spot put them out of sight, concealed by his large car. It gave enough discretion to give in to her primal urges, to express her desire to please her benefactor as she squatted between his knees – the sight of his big black pipe dangling over her forehead like a totem numbing her insecurities.

What had followed had been almost mechanical – the motion set in play by her conditioning as she stuck out her tongue and felt the heavy crown of his manhood tap her tongue, before she gaped her mouth wide to let the long, dark spear squeeze into her throat, while his hand cupped the back of her head…

Natalie smiled wistfully in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber – as she recalled Wesley’s satisfied groan… as she had leaned forth on her haunches and worked her mouth to the base of his cock, her deepthroating talents on display as she enfolded her mouth on his meat until spittle and air leaked out the sides. The excitement had quickly removed her inhibitions and what followed was a lengthy oral session – first as Natalie slowly and deliberately worshipped Wesley’s big black cock and balls – then as she let him take over as he gripped her hair and fucked her face with broad, steady strokes. Naturally, this process caused her neck, breasts and belly to be lathered in her own spit – which justified her half-nakedness – while some of her slobber fell to the grease and tire-marked concrete.

The pro-longed oral had her hypnotized as she had lost herself in the act of servitude – focusing solely on letting Wesley skullfuck her as she gripped his thick, tree-trunk like thighs, feeling the power of the dense, corded muscles that made up his entire body. Skullfuck – such a nasty word. But there was no better describer to what Natalie endured as Wesley held her head in place with two, firm pig-tailed handfuls of her blonde locks while his long, bloated, black pipe thrust in and out, bulging her throat to a sloppy, noisy cacophony.

That feeling of surrender was intoxicating and one that Natalie had quickly become addicted to. Her face was just a hole for Wesley to fuck – at least for a moment she entertained the idea – and would have verbally declared so, if she was not stuffed to grotesque proportions by his manhood. Then there was the fear that at any moment, someone could walk around the car and witness her basking in full whoredom. What a sight it would have been – for anyone unaccustomed to a slut in full black cock lust. When Wesley pulled out his python, primed for the next stage, they’d see the happy, cock-drunk, drooling grin on her face as confirmation – panting with her tongue like a dog in heat.

No doubt it was the lingering danger of being caught that supercharged her arousal – as she followed up the rough face-fucking by kissing the ebb of his ball sack, sucking on the curve of his scrotum – before tracing her tongue along the happy trail of his perineum towards his asshole.

Through her hot-blooded funk, Natalie wondered if she had seen a flash of movement nearby – in the periphery of her vision. It had happened in a millisecond – and it could just have been the light tricking her endorphin-addled mind – and not the furtive movement of someone bahçelievler escort spying on their increasingly sultry parking lot activities.

In hindsight, Natalie realized that anyone walking nearby would had to have seen them – if they peeked at the right angle. But it was hard to think straight when her mind was so fogged by lust and her senses were spun by the exquisite taste and scent of Wesley’s musk. Even if someone had stood next to them, watching them – she doubted it would have stopped her – and instead they would have witnessed firsthand the hunger that coursed through a snowbunny – while her comely, spit-lathered, milky breasts jiggled in the air as she rubbed her face in between the taut glutes of her studly black bull.

“Fuck yes – eat my ass,” Wesley had moaned in full voice – seemingly unconcerned about the public setting and any potential voyeur. He had steadied himself against his big SUV while he reached back with his long, muscular arm to hold her head betwixt his buns.

Squeezing as much of her mouth into his crack, Natalie eagerly blew air and spit – and dabbed her tongue against his puckered starfish while she fisted his cock. Anything to get him off – feeling the weight of his burgeoning load swelling in his sack while his heightened panting had turned into growls. The act had only served to coddle her own pleasure as the musky, pheromone rich scent of man-taint incensed her aroused state…

“It won’t be long now,” the secretary called out from her desk, her voice piercing through Natalie’s memory.

Natalie smiled awkwardly again at the secretary – who seemed to be noticing her unsettled state. “Thank you,” she replied and crossed her legs, trying to hide the growing heat between her thighs as her mind returned to the morning’s events…

Of course, Wesley was far too experienced from getting his salad tossed. He had already indicated what he wanted and reaffirmed his intention when he stood aside, his big black baton swinging like a pendulum, thick with blood and ready to take root. The rimjob-handjob action had only raised the stakes as he pushed Natalie to all fours, exposing her slick, naked arousal – with just her lacy black thong protecting her from Wesley’s designs.

“I love the way you been dressing lately,” he complimented as his hands groped her perked up, bountiful rear. In fact, she’d started wearing sexier undergarments for occasions exactly such as these. As a Frampton House slut, you could never be too prepared.

Pulling her flimsy thong aside, Wesley tapped his erection against her soft, curvy rear before he pressed his index finger against her rosebud – which opened easily against the pressure. Then he pulled out and began to work the slickness from her pussy, kneading the puffy, outer limits of her livened sex – before drooling onto her puckering asshole and chasing it up with his tongue.

Time had stood still as Natalie drew breath, her limbs firm on the hard surface as she rode the sweet, intense feeling of Wesley eating her out. Her moans intensified across the seemingly empty car lot – as she enjoyed the lustful sensation of his mouth sucking on her clit, before alternating to vigorously tongue-fuck her vulva. He was not above reciprocation, no matter how unequal their relationship was.

Where his tongue was absent, his fingers quickly worked – and she gasped as she felt him stretch and probe both her cunt and asshole with multiple digits. The reaction of her jolting forward was met with admonition in the form of Wesley’s palm landing a crack on her butt cheeks, turning it a shade of pink.

She cried out but then recovered her place – steeling her resolve to not run from him. Her head hung low in submission, she looked between her legs, the view framed by her own dangling breasts – of the sight of Wesley’s poised, throbbing erection. Her ass smarted from the spank, but her moans dripped with longing. She had got used to it – rare was the occasion when she did not leave Frampton House with her buttocks stinging sweetly and bright pink. Between her legs, a long mixture of spit and her essence dribbled down.

“Can’t wait to fuck this pussy… one of these days. So motherfucking tight!” Wesley mused as he worked two of his digits, drawing her slickness in a vivid, noisy expression.

True, her pussy was too tight back to take his big dick – he knew that well. With him, with most of the boys, she was still just an anal-only girl. It might have been the heightened state of arousal and the attention to her pussy, but for a moment, she feared that he intended to take her vaginally.

“Wesley? What are you doing?” She protested. If he tried to enter her pussy – she was sure her moans would have summoned the whole campus.

It was relief she felt as heavy, sprung meat collided with a SMACK on her derriere – followed by another firm slap of his palm, the sound off her cheek reverberating across the lot – an affection welcomed.

There şirinevler escort was no more complaining within her – only longing to feel him enter her ass. When he brought his fingers to her mouth, offering them for her to lick clean, she moaned with servile appreciation as she savored the taste of her sweet love juices.

“Spread your ass girl!” Wesley murmured, fisting a handful of her long blonde hair while guiding his slick tool between her cheeks. One more thick drool of spit he smeared, before he kissed and squeezed his swollen head against her starfish. “Put your hands on your fat ass and spread that hole for me.”

Natalie had moaned like a whore in heat as she experienced Wesley’s boner boring into her rear. He did not get to his knees – instead, he squatted down on his haunches, one hand on her waist, guiding his pipe into her butt at a downward angle. Thankfully, her tushy ring welcomed the feeling – well accustomed to the weight and feel of big, black cock – and easily opened up to him.

As he stroked her asshole – the welcome feeling of its suction causing him to groan in pleasure – the grip on her hair firmed up. Her elbows and knees felt rough on the concrete – it was an uneasy position, and she had pined for the gentler embrace of a bed, a sofa or even a carpeted floor. But soon the wave of pleasure the followed the familiar feeling of anal sex was a worthy distraction. And then she could feel the heat build as his truncheon sawed in and out of her fuck hole.

“Arch your back! Just like that! Keep that ass up,” he sassed her as he bounced his hips against her rump, his balls slapping her pussy. “Damn! I love fucking your big booty, baby! What a good anal slut you are!”

That last compliment had been accompanied by another rude slap – as he tugged her hair tight like a leash – and firmed his feet on the ground either side of her – levering his hulking frame to skewer his meat in and out of her guts. If there had been anyone else in the parking lot nearby – the sound of the butt slaps would have surely called them over, if not the sound of their combined moaning or the sloppy, wet noises of butt sex. At one point, Natalie heard a car roll by and maybe footsteps – but all sounded distant, remote. Irrelevant. They could watch her for all she cared for at moment.

Natalie could only whine and moan – her discomfort disappearing with each blessed shafting through her rear. She didn’t feel the need to protest even if she wanted to – and for the unclear time it took for him to reach his own point of no return, she had even forgot that they were in public.

“Oh my god – so fucking good,” she had cried out as he had buried the full length of his lengthy pipe past her sphincter. There, he grinded against her rear – his powerful body twitching against her warm, smothering insides. Abruptly, he pulled out – Natalie gasping as she felt the cool fall air sucked in by her gape. He was teasing her, she could tell – but thankfully after he’d drooled into her opening a couple of times – he resumed fucking her with dexterous ease.

Wesley’s hands moved to her shoulders as he plundered her depths. Despite the gulf in weight and power, Natalie did not feel overwhelmed – knowing which part of her body to tense up and endure, her muscles grown in the past few weeks of increased exercise and sexual training – her glutes and thighs especially. She judged Wesley’s wild, erratic panting to mean he wouldn’t last long and so she worked her butt backwards in rhythm, stroking his shaft to double his pleasure.

“Fuck my ass, Daddy,” she had wantonly purred at him over her shoulder while she swiveled her hips against his groin. It was an appeal she’d learned often did the trick for those who got to enjoy railing her doggy style, especially while throwing her big, porcelain derriere back at him. “Fuck my ass, please Daddy! Use it! Fuck my big white ass! Nutt in my ass, please!”

It worked like a charm – Wesley’s face strained in effort and he suddenly winced as if in pain – before he started to cuss. “Shit! Oh god damn, girl! Fuck!” The sight of her transformed into a depraved, nasty slut always did the trick as Natalie witnessed him blow over. Wesley almost forgot where he was – he shouted out in agony and buried his shaft in her ass, pushing her against the concrete.

“Oh, fuck yes… come in my ass,” she coaxed him while feeling his balls swell against her pussy and his dick pumping his hot, creamy batch deep in her guts. When he settled, she finished him off by grinding her thighs against him while squeezing her sphincter, prolonging his pleasure and milking out his last drop. She was sure he’d dumped a gallon of his batter inside her.

“Damn girl. You’re too fucking good!” he chuckled and sighed as his cock had throbbed inside her ass. “You got a butt plug?”

She shook her head – regretting not bringing one. She would be leaking until she made it to the bathroom. Good thing she wore dark jeans.

Slowly, he withdrew from her ass and stood up – before helping her to her knees and guiding her mouth to his semi-deflated, shiny cock. Aided by his firm hand on the back of her head, Natalie swallowed him to the hilt, polishing his dick clean of all her ass juices. She found the task rewarding now that she’d earned his nutt and savored the rich, earthy taste.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Collegiate Sluthood Continues Chapter 5

Additional tags:

Anal only, interracial, big black cock, ass to mouth, slut, rough sex, college, D/s, snowbunny, rimming, ass play, degradation, butt stuff, male dominant, female submissive, BBC, anal sluts, anal creampie, face slapping, novella

A reminder of where things stand… students Andrea and Natalie are committed sluts, devoted to serving the hunky, well-endowed six Black boys of Frampton House – located conveniently just up the street. Their house mate – Lisa, does not approve, though she only has a vague idea as to what is really going on. Jacqui – their other house mate, is reserved and non-confrontational, though she is on Lisa’s side.

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Natalie has an interesting day on campus. Andrea has a date with DeShawn. Lots of anal in this chapter. Once again, I recommend reading the previous chapters.

***

8.15 AM

Bradbury College Student Car Park

Natalie’s groaned as she heard her phone rattling away on the floor, for the second time in the last five minutes. It had fallen out of reach between the seats, when she’d leaned over into Wesley’s lap.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

“What are you doing? Girl! Leave the fucking thing alone – oh, damn it!” he complained to no avail as Natalie grasped blindly until she found the device.

“Sorry, babe. This won’t take long – I hope. It’s the second time it’s rung… Hello?”

The call didn’t last long as Natalie mostly listened and confirmed a few facts – such as her name and student ID and that she was free around 1 pm. Wesley waited patiently for her to finish – during which she absent-mindedly kept her palm in his lap, languidly stroking the length of his cock.

“Who was that?” Wesley enquired. His voice was tinged with irritation at the interrupted blowjob.

Natalie put the phone aside and lowered her head to his crotch before answering. “It was the Vice-Dean’s secretary. She’s pushed back my meeting to the afternoon,” she explained in a clipped note, eager to resume her former task of worshipping Wesley’s shiny, black phallus. It had maintained its vitality throughout the call, and it would serve as a distraction to the growing anxious state the call had left her in.

But before her lips could resume, he pulled her head up the chin and kissed her deeply. Naturally, Natalie met his lips and tongue with equal passion of her own, melting into his embrace as his free hand slid into her open jeans to fondle her pussy, which had been gathering a steady dampness since she’d started fellating him.

“You know – I ain’t in the mood to just get my dick sucked,” Wesley told her. “I want to fuck your ass, baby.”

“Right now?”

She looked at his bloated, uncut tool as if seeking second confirmation. It bobbed slightly, shiny with spit and a small pearl of pre-come – beckoning her.

“Come on mama, let’s go outside,” he instructed and opened the car door. It made sense – his Jeep was big but so was he – so it wouldn’t make for the most comfortable place to make love – given his 6’3 bulky frame.

“I’ve got a class to get to… in half an hour,” she warned him, as she walked up to him outside his car.

“So? You want me to nutt faster, don’t you? Ain’t nothing’s going to make it so sooner than me putting it in your big sexy booty,” he reasoned as he grabbed a thick, meaty handful of her ass – just as his mouth closed around her lips.

It was a kiss that ended all arguments withing her – her worry of fucking in the parking lot fading as she hooked and pulled down her jeans. They were parked in a spot that would hide them from passersby, which afforded her some comfort. By the time their lips parted again, her jeans were around her ankles.

“Wesley- “

“Shhh,” he interjected, pressing his right thumb against her lips. His left hand had snaked underneath her thong and was openly palming her pussy. “No buts, baby. What are you?”

Natalie swallowed hard and felt a knot in her stomach. “Your slut, daddy.”

“My slut?”

“I’m your slut, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…”

***

“Miss Thorne?” the fifty-something year old secretary asked Natalie, snapping her out of her distracted state. “Are you OK, dear?

Inadvertently, Natalie shifted her butt within the seat of the chair in the waiting room, seeking a more comfortable position. “Fine, thank you ma’am,” she managed – forcing smile as she shimmied her thighs around. “How long will it be – do you think?”

“Won’t be long Miss, I’m sure.”

The same answer as five minutes ago. Waiting in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber was starting to feel like an eternity. And Natalie couldn’t help but feel nervous every glance she got from the bookish secretary. She was certain that she was giving it away – that the secretary could tell what she had been up to just that morning.

Natalie wasn’t OK, that was for sure. She bağcılar escort placed her hand on her knee, to arrest the nervous tap of her foot on the floor. Her anxiety had been growing with each unbearably long minute. She looked up at the secretary, at the large minute hand that dragged past the hour on the white clock face, at the door to the Vice-Dean’s office. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, each breath heavy in her chest.

How long? Can I come back later?

Not long, miss. Very soon.

Her earlier anxiety was threatening to precipitate into outright dread. It was agonizing. They had all the power. They knew what she was and were lording it over her, sweating her out in this uncomfortable chair. Every moment that dragged, she felt like the walls closing in – and sensed that her impending meeting with the Vice-Dean’s would be a fateful one, certain to change her life.

In her anxious state, she let her mind drift – to think of better times… Like the time she had fucked Wesley in the carpark – just hours earlier that day. The memory caused her to smile, just as the image of his dangling, dark-brown appendage dangled in front of her.

Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…

Despite being in a public space, Wesley’s instruction hadn’t left much room for interpretation. Natalie, going through something of a submissive phase lately, could only obey. After all, he’d given her a lift to campus and was simply claiming his just reward, a precedent that she had recently started with Jerome.

In no time at all, she had removed her breasts bared, allowing him to first grope then kiss them. In the back of her mind, she tried to find a reason to protest but the pressure of his mouth on her nipples overwhelmed her thoughts. His tactfully chosen spot put them out of sight, concealed by his large car. It gave enough discretion to give in to her primal urges, to express her desire to please her benefactor as she squatted between his knees – the sight of his big black pipe dangling over her forehead like a totem numbing her insecurities.

What had followed had been almost mechanical – the motion set in play by her conditioning as she stuck out her tongue and felt the heavy crown of his manhood tap her tongue, before she gaped her mouth wide to let the long, dark spear squeeze into her throat, while his hand cupped the back of her head…

Natalie smiled wistfully in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber – as she recalled Wesley’s satisfied groan… as she had leaned forth on her haunches and worked her mouth to the base of his cock, her deepthroating talents on display as she enfolded her mouth on his meat until spittle and air leaked out the sides. The excitement had quickly removed her inhibitions and what followed was a lengthy oral session – first as Natalie slowly and deliberately worshipped Wesley’s big black cock and balls – then as she let him take over as he gripped her hair and fucked her face with broad, steady strokes. Naturally, this process caused her neck, breasts and belly to be lathered in her own spit – which justified her half-nakedness – while some of her slobber fell to the grease and tire-marked concrete.

The pro-longed oral had her hypnotized as she had lost herself in the act of servitude – focusing solely on letting Wesley skullfuck her as she gripped his thick, tree-trunk like thighs, feeling the power of the dense, corded muscles that made up his entire body. Skullfuck – such a nasty word. But there was no better describer to what Natalie endured as Wesley held her head in place with two, firm pig-tailed handfuls of her blonde locks while his long, bloated, black pipe thrust in and out, bulging her throat to a sloppy, noisy cacophony.

That feeling of surrender was intoxicating and one that Natalie had quickly become addicted to. Her face was just a hole for Wesley to fuck – at least for a moment she entertained the idea – and would have verbally declared so, if she was not stuffed to grotesque proportions by his manhood. Then there was the fear that at any moment, someone could walk around the car and witness her basking in full whoredom. What a sight it would have been – for anyone unaccustomed to a slut in full black cock lust. When Wesley pulled out his python, primed for the next stage, they’d see the happy, cock-drunk, drooling grin on her face as confirmation – panting with her tongue like a dog in heat.

No doubt it was the lingering danger of being caught that supercharged her arousal – as she followed up the rough face-fucking by kissing the ebb of his ball sack, sucking on the curve of his scrotum – before tracing her tongue along the happy trail of his perineum towards his asshole.

Through her hot-blooded funk, Natalie wondered if she had seen a flash of movement nearby – in the periphery of her vision. It had happened in a millisecond – and it could just have been the light tricking her endorphin-addled mind – and not the furtive bahçelievler escort movement of someone spying on their increasingly sultry parking lot activities.

In hindsight, Natalie realized that anyone walking nearby would had to have seen them – if they peeked at the right angle. But it was hard to think straight when her mind was so fogged by lust and her senses were spun by the exquisite taste and scent of Wesley’s musk. Even if someone had stood next to them, watching them – she doubted it would have stopped her – and instead they would have witnessed firsthand the hunger that coursed through a snowbunny – while her comely, spit-lathered, milky breasts jiggled in the air as she rubbed her face in between the taut glutes of her studly black bull.

“Fuck yes – eat my ass,” Wesley had moaned in full voice – seemingly unconcerned about the public setting and any potential voyeur. He had steadied himself against his big SUV while he reached back with his long, muscular arm to hold her head betwixt his buns.

Squeezing as much of her mouth into his crack, Natalie eagerly blew air and spit – and dabbed her tongue against his puckered starfish while she fisted his cock. Anything to get him off – feeling the weight of his burgeoning load swelling in his sack while his heightened panting had turned into growls. The act had only served to coddle her own pleasure as the musky, pheromone rich scent of man-taint incensed her aroused state…

“It won’t be long now,” the secretary called out from her desk, her voice piercing through Natalie’s memory.

Natalie smiled awkwardly again at the secretary – who seemed to be noticing her unsettled state. “Thank you,” she replied and crossed her legs, trying to hide the growing heat between her thighs as her mind returned to the morning’s events…

Of course, Wesley was far too experienced from getting his salad tossed. He had already indicated what he wanted and reaffirmed his intention when he stood aside, his big black baton swinging like a pendulum, thick with blood and ready to take root. The rimjob-handjob action had only raised the stakes as he pushed Natalie to all fours, exposing her slick, naked arousal – with just her lacy black thong protecting her from Wesley’s designs.

“I love the way you been dressing lately,” he complimented as his hands groped her perked up, bountiful rear. In fact, she’d started wearing sexier undergarments for occasions exactly such as these. As a Frampton House slut, you could never be too prepared.

Pulling her flimsy thong aside, Wesley tapped his erection against her soft, curvy rear before he pressed his index finger against her rosebud – which opened easily against the pressure. Then he pulled out and began to work the slickness from her pussy, kneading the puffy, outer limits of her livened sex – before drooling onto her puckering asshole and chasing it up with his tongue.

Time had stood still as Natalie drew breath, her limbs firm on the hard surface as she rode the sweet, intense feeling of Wesley eating her out. Her moans intensified across the seemingly empty car lot – as she enjoyed the lustful sensation of his mouth sucking on her clit, before alternating to vigorously tongue-fuck her vulva. He was not above reciprocation, no matter how unequal their relationship was.

Where his tongue was absent, his fingers quickly worked – and she gasped as she felt him stretch and probe both her cunt and asshole with multiple digits. The reaction of her jolting forward was met with admonition in the form of Wesley’s palm landing a crack on her butt cheeks, turning it a shade of pink.

She cried out but then recovered her place – steeling her resolve to not run from him. Her head hung low in submission, she looked between her legs, the view framed by her own dangling breasts – of the sight of Wesley’s poised, throbbing erection. Her ass smarted from the spank, but her moans dripped with longing. She had got used to it – rare was the occasion when she did not leave Frampton House with her buttocks stinging sweetly and bright pink. Between her legs, a long mixture of spit and her essence dribbled down.

“Can’t wait to fuck this pussy… one of these days. So motherfucking tight!” Wesley mused as he worked two of his digits, drawing her slickness in a vivid, noisy expression.

True, her pussy was too tight back to take his big dick – he knew that well. With him, with most of the boys, she was still just an anal-only girl. It might have been the heightened state of arousal and the attention to her pussy, but for a moment, she feared that he intended to take her vaginally.

“Wesley? What are you doing?” She protested. If he tried to enter her pussy – she was sure her moans would have summoned the whole campus.

It was relief she felt as heavy, sprung meat collided with a SMACK on her derriere – followed by another firm slap of his palm, the sound off her cheek reverberating across the lot şirinevler escort – an affection welcomed.

There was no more complaining within her – only longing to feel him enter her ass. When he brought his fingers to her mouth, offering them for her to lick clean, she moaned with servile appreciation as she savored the taste of her sweet love juices.

“Spread your ass girl!” Wesley murmured, fisting a handful of her long blonde hair while guiding his slick tool between her cheeks. One more thick drool of spit he smeared, before he kissed and squeezed his swollen head against her starfish. “Put your hands on your fat ass and spread that hole for me.”

Natalie had moaned like a whore in heat as she experienced Wesley’s boner boring into her rear. He did not get to his knees – instead, he squatted down on his haunches, one hand on her waist, guiding his pipe into her butt at a downward angle. Thankfully, her tushy ring welcomed the feeling – well accustomed to the weight and feel of big, black cock – and easily opened up to him.

As he stroked her asshole – the welcome feeling of its suction causing him to groan in pleasure – the grip on her hair firmed up. Her elbows and knees felt rough on the concrete – it was an uneasy position, and she had pined for the gentler embrace of a bed, a sofa or even a carpeted floor. But soon the wave of pleasure the followed the familiar feeling of anal sex was a worthy distraction. And then she could feel the heat build as his truncheon sawed in and out of her fuck hole.

“Arch your back! Just like that! Keep that ass up,” he sassed her as he bounced his hips against her rump, his balls slapping her pussy. “Damn! I love fucking your big booty, baby! What a good anal slut you are!”

That last compliment had been accompanied by another rude slap – as he tugged her hair tight like a leash – and firmed his feet on the ground either side of her – levering his hulking frame to skewer his meat in and out of her guts. If there had been anyone else in the parking lot nearby – the sound of the butt slaps would have surely called them over, if not the sound of their combined moaning or the sloppy, wet noises of butt sex. At one point, Natalie heard a car roll by and maybe footsteps – but all sounded distant, remote. Irrelevant. They could watch her for all she cared for at moment.

Natalie could only whine and moan – her discomfort disappearing with each blessed shafting through her rear. She didn’t feel the need to protest even if she wanted to – and for the unclear time it took for him to reach his own point of no return, she had even forgot that they were in public.

“Oh my god – so fucking good,” she had cried out as he had buried the full length of his lengthy pipe past her sphincter. There, he grinded against her rear – his powerful body twitching against her warm, smothering insides. Abruptly, he pulled out – Natalie gasping as she felt the cool fall air sucked in by her gape. He was teasing her, she could tell – but thankfully after he’d drooled into her opening a couple of times – he resumed fucking her with dexterous ease.

Wesley’s hands moved to her shoulders as he plundered her depths. Despite the gulf in weight and power, Natalie did not feel overwhelmed – knowing which part of her body to tense up and endure, her muscles grown in the past few weeks of increased exercise and sexual training – her glutes and thighs especially. She judged Wesley’s wild, erratic panting to mean he wouldn’t last long and so she worked her butt backwards in rhythm, stroking his shaft to double his pleasure.

“Fuck my ass, Daddy,” she had wantonly purred at him over her shoulder while she swiveled her hips against his groin. It was an appeal she’d learned often did the trick for those who got to enjoy railing her doggy style, especially while throwing her big, porcelain derriere back at him. “Fuck my ass, please Daddy! Use it! Fuck my big white ass! Nutt in my ass, please!”

It worked like a charm – Wesley’s face strained in effort and he suddenly winced as if in pain – before he started to cuss. “Shit! Oh god damn, girl! Fuck!” The sight of her transformed into a depraved, nasty slut always did the trick as Natalie witnessed him blow over. Wesley almost forgot where he was – he shouted out in agony and buried his shaft in her ass, pushing her against the concrete.

“Oh, fuck yes… come in my ass,” she coaxed him while feeling his balls swell against her pussy and his dick pumping his hot, creamy batch deep in her guts. When he settled, she finished him off by grinding her thighs against him while squeezing her sphincter, prolonging his pleasure and milking out his last drop. She was sure he’d dumped a gallon of his batter inside her.

“Damn girl. You’re too fucking good!” he chuckled and sighed as his cock had throbbed inside her ass. “You got a butt plug?”

She shook her head – regretting not bringing one. She would be leaking until she made it to the bathroom. Good thing she wore dark jeans.

Slowly, he withdrew from her ass and stood up – before helping her to her knees and guiding her mouth to his semi-deflated, shiny cock. Aided by his firm hand on the back of her head, Natalie swallowed him to the hilt, polishing his dick clean of all her ass juices. She found the task rewarding now that she’d earned his nutt and savored the rich, earthy taste.

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The bass was pounding. I could feel it in my chest warring with my fluttering heartbeat. We had been out for hours, dancing and drinking. Your friends flitted into and out of the scene like butterflies. I was tired of only having some of your attention, and I had a plan.

I took you by the hand and lead you deeper into the crowd. With a song change, we started to dance and jump and grind more vigorously. I leaned in close to your ear.

“I want you to catch me and fuck me raw with that delicious cock of yours,” I said with a playful nibble at your neck.

I could tell you were surprised. There was such a crowd and you’d never seen me so bold in public before. I ran my hand up the length of your thigh and stopped directly over the bulge in your jeans. Making pointed eye contact, I kissed you hard. I turned and slipped into the crowd with an over-the-shoulder wink and a flip up of my mini skirt to show you I’d stripped off the black thong you’d expected to see. As I snaked away from you, I felt a grin creep across my face. I wanted to be hunted. Looking over my shoulder, I saw your face poking up through the clusters of dancers. I waited until our eyes locked before shooting you a wicked grin and dashing off towards the bar.

I slipped into a gaggle of young women, hiding behind their giggling backs, and ordered myself a drink. My heart pounded and I could feel myself getting wet between my thighs. The minutes crept on and I hoped I could blend in long enough to get you really irked with me. As if on queue, I felt a hand close tightly around my upper arm as my cocktail arrived.

“Oh there you are gorgeous, pay the barman for me- won’t you?” I giggled to you, knowing it would annoy you just a little more than you’d like it to.

I heard your rough exhale and you reached for your wallet reluctantly. Much to my chagrin, your grip on my arm didn’t slacken a bit. It looked like my game was coming to an end. I snuck my free hand up the back of your shirt and grazed my nails down your spine.

“Finish your drink,” you ordered.

My small sips were intentional as I tried to drag out the time. I ran my fingertips along the waistband of your jeans, dipping my fingers down as far and as sweetly as I could. As my fingers squeezed just a little lower, grazing fındıkzade escort the base of your cock, you’d had enough. Taking my glass and setting it to the side, you guided me through the crowd out towards the parking lot. As we reached the outside air, you leaned in close to my ear.

“I hope you had your fun. It’s my turn,” you said coolly.

You steered me out of the club and it was apparent that you were dead-set on getting me to the car as quickly as possible. You wanted to ruin all of my fun. We crossed the gravel parking lot, you guided me to the passenger side door. You opened the door and attempted to herd me into the seat- but that wouldn’t due. Instead of folding politely into the seat, I slid to my knees with your hand still grasping my arm. Looking up at you, I gave you my best doe eyes and pouted.

“Let me taste you before you whisk me away from the fun, pretty please?” I asked in that needy tone you tend to give into.

I felt your grasp relax just a little and used it to my advantage. Pulling my arm away, my hands flew to your zipper and started to pull. You were almost too stunned to react at all as I pulled the length of you loose and looked up at you with a hungry grin. All you could manage was to loosely cup your hand around my cheek before I started to lick and kiss your soft skin, growing more eager the harder you became. Soon enough, I was working your full length deep into my mouth, into my throat- running my tongue along the veins of your cock, swallowing feverishly to take more of you and to keep myself from drooling over my chin.

My knees were digging into the gravel giving the perfect bite of pain. I gagged myself with your cock and the dampness between my legs grew more heated. I didn’t want to wait for somewhere private, I wanted to have you there and now in the parking lot under the street lights. In those moments, it’s always as though you can read my mind. You slid your fingers into my hair and pulled me up into a deep kiss.

“Get your slutty ass in the car before I fuck it dry, do you hear me?”

A breathy “yes” was all I could manage before turning to climb into the seat. The slap you dealt to my exposed ass nearly echoed across the parking lot and aksaray escort definitely caught the attention of a group of drunk departures from the club. The drive home was quick. I don’t think you were speeding, but my head was too full of all the things I wanted to do to you- or have you do to me- to notice.

We pulled up into the drive way and I attempted to joke as I exited the car. Your patience was thin. With a snap you directed me towards the front door and you closed the space between us before I’d managed to climb the short set of steps to the porch. As I reached the top step, you wrapped an arm around my waist and spun me half way around so my stomach pressed into the railing. You flipped up my skirt with one hand and opened your fly with the other. My lust was moaned into the empty street as you fucked me there in front of our home. As you grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, your entertainment at my antics of the evening finally showed.

“My girl, you never stop surprising me. If you wanted me to show everyone how slutty you can be, I’d have eaten you there on the dance floor. But now, you just get a chance of an audience- not the main act that you wanted.”

The orgasm I had wanted for hours came closer with your teasing. I reached my hand down to my swollen pussy to feel your cock slide through my fingers as you rammed into me. Feeling your barely undone belt brush my thighs, your hand still in my hair, and the juices from my pussy soaking the front of your pants, I came hard. The stream of renewed wetness dripped down my fingers and I moved to suck the wetness from my hand. Fingers still in my mouth, I looked over my shoulder.

“Ruin me,” was all I could ask.

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You moved your hands to the top of my shirt and tore the light fabric away from me. The seams of the top pulled tight against me, reminding me of the rope you so often bound me with. I gasped as fabric pulled off my chest, leaving my tits to dangle in the space just beyond the porch railing.

You pulled your cock out of me. Taking me my the hips, you moved me back a step so my nipples pressed roughly into the wood of the rail and I was bent fully at the waist. Taking two fingers, you pressed eyüp escort into me and scooped the wetness into the palm of your hand.

“Beg,” you said as you delivered a mind-rending slap to my exposed ass.

“Ruin me, I need it. Please, I’ll do anything.”

As the words spill out of me, your hand rained down blow after blow until tears trickled down my cheeks and my breath became ragged.

“Please use me,” I whispered through the limp strands of hair falling over my face.

The blows stopped, but your fingers returned to my heated pussy. One plunged into me while another curled to press into my clit. I bucked my hips to grind into your hand, ragged moans breaking the quiet of the street. You pulled your hand away. As I groaned in frustration, I could hear you stroking your cock.

“Please, I’m so close. Please let me come.” I whine at you, fearing you’ll leave me frustrated.

Without a word, you stuffed three fingers into me. I nearly shrieked at the uncomfortable tightness before I began to buck against your hand again. You pressed your fingers down, arresting my attempted motion with an aching pang.

“You humping little whore,” you said softly.

I felt the head of your cock, slick with my wetness, press against my ass. Your large fingers inside me kept the pressure painfully firm, as if you held my entire pelvis still for the ravaging.

“I’ll ruin you.”

My ass stretched with a thrilling agony at your invasion. My mouth hung open, a moan trapped in my throat. The dizzying fullness made my mind spin. A car, headlights dazzling, rolled down the street. As you buried the full length of you inside me, your fingers began to move inside my pussy. Stroking and churning as your cock worked first slowly, but then with a growing speed into me.

My need for you was all consuming, the tension in my abdomen growing toward my inescapable climax. Your grunts gave away how close you were to your peak as well.

“Own me, please. I want to feel you come inside me,” I groaned through gritted teeth.

My legs started to quake beneath me as you pounded into me faster. Your hand reached out and grabbed on of my tits from the rail and you pinched and tugged at my nipple. I crashed over the edge of my orgasm with a spasm that would have brought me to my knees if not for your arm snaked around me. The tightening around you brought a gravely groan from you as you came.

Panting softly, you pulled out of my ass and wrapped your other arm around me. You pulled me tightly to you.

“Let’s go have a hot shower,” you whispered into my skin as you kissed my forehead.

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It had started to stretch on the time between moments when we could share each other’s passions. The times when we could feel like the only two people in the world as we delved deep in to each other sexual fantasies. This was making me increasingly frustrated as each day past by and days turned to weeks. What we have, what we can do to each other needs to be unleashed to devour each other and feel the unwavering need for the primal experience we experience time after time.

After finding out through conversation when your next alone for a few days I make it clear that your going to receive instructions and each one must be followed. You notice the demand in my voice and although you would never allow this under normal circumstances you began to wonder what to expect. The excitement built as you realised the tone of my voice and the need of the touch of your body in my eyes and agreed. I checked and double checked you agreed fully, and although this checking made you a little uneasy your need for knowing where this may lead had you beginning to feel wet without a single touch.

I told you to pick a time one evening when I could arrive, arrive where you ask and I simply say at your door! Your eyes widen as if to begin to question my request. You see that this was not a debate or a request for permission this was what I expected. You gave me a time and day, the next instructions were simple. You answer the door normally, you where normal clothes joggers loose t shirt and greet me like you would any other friend. What was different was underneath those very normal clothes would be some of your finest black underwear. These requests had both your heart beating out of your chest and your pussy beginning to throb it excitement. You knew this pushed boundaries but excepted there was no way of refusing. fatih escort You waited for further instructions.

Before the day arrived I began to tell you what I expect you to do once I step over the threshold and invite me in, it would be dark outside and the house would be dimmly lit, the time allowed for being in your house would be small but I would be demanding your full attention as we have a lot to get through. Before I arrive I tell you to choose a room, upstairs preferably a spare room. One you may not go in to often but from the very moment I leave you would visit frequently to revisit the experience in your mind and make yourself cum over and over again.

Your apprehension is palpable as you spot the headlights on your drive. Your heart is pounding as you hear the knock at the door, the only other instruction you have been given is to lead me to the room you have chosen and I will begin! I watch you as you lead for the only time, I watch you walk ahead off me as we are silent and I can hear your heavy breathing and the footsteps as your bare feet take each stair slowly and cautiously. You feel the wetness between your legs as each step rubs the lace of your underwear against you.

You enter the room and wait for me, I push the door closed behind us and press you against the door your back against it, the room and I step back. I stand and tell you to to undress leaving your underwear on. You stand there almost naked as I remove my belt, my jeans are unbuttoned and my t shirt pulled over my head and thrown with your clothes. I tell you to slide your back down the door, this brings you in to your toes and your legs naturally part and the position is exposing you. Your head is against the wall you feel the pressure on the balls of çapa escort your feet a I tell you to feel your pussy through your lace. Your eyes close, this was not requested and quickly remind you that I need you looking at me. Your pussy is aching and wet, your breathing heavy. I tell you to pull your knickers to the side and fuck yourself with your fingers until you cum. This is quicker than expected and with this I know you ready.

I move forward and lean down and kiss you, I place your wet fingers on my hard cock running them up and down the thick hard shaft, the need for you, you can feel and see. I kneel in front of you replicating the stress position you find yourself in and finger you, my fingers move around hard feeling the wetness you can’t hide and you cum again quicker this time all over my hand. I stand and push you to your knees the relief from the throbing in your legs needed to prepare you for my cock.

I place my fingers in your mouth and you know I expect them to be clean. I stand in front of you but lean down and kiss you tasting you sharing you. I stand again moving my cock towards your waiting mouth, you take it as I move slowly at fist but I’m not here for slow. Your head is pushed back against the door as I fuck your mouth hard and fast. You feel it reach the back of your mouth but I want it deeper your throat stretched as I force myself in to you further. You gag and push me back. You look up and see my eyes light with passion and I grab your throat with one hand and my other comes across your face slapping your cheek for even daring to stop. The tingling sensation surprises you and the redness on our cheek encourages me to push my cock in to your mouth hard once again and I demand your throat. You feel it fill with me but güngören escort take it, your becoming messy as you concentrate on allowing your throat to relax as I fuck it.

I move away and let you catch your breath, I pull you to your feet turn you around and place your hands on the door just below shoulder height. Your back arches as I pull your knickers to your ankles and arse is exposed. This is what I came for this is what I’m claiming right here right now in your house. I feel for your tits and the hard nipples through the lace you feel my breath on your neck as warm silky lube is poured on to the arch of your back falling to your arse.

I place a finger inside your arse relaxing you making you aware that I have only one desire tonight. Your apprehensive again but aware that a no will be not a sufficient excuse tonight. You feel my cock move closer you push toward me trying to control the sensation until I’m deep inside you. The tightness and heavy breathing of me behind you makes your pussy throb. My cock begins to fuck your arse you relax and take it, the sensation is confusing, tight and pleasurable but with and edge to it you can’t describe. Your surprise is hard to hide as you begin to cum from having your arse fucked you like it it’s wrong but you have fantasised about this for so long. My rhythm matches yours as you push back deeper moving a hand between your legs to feel your pussy, fingers inside you feeling my cock through the walls of your cunt as my cock fucks your arse. The rhythm builds and I cum deep inside you as you climax, the feeling of your pulsing pussy is felt by my cock as I leave every last drop of me inside you.

I move you from the door sat on the floor leaning against the wall as I dress. I gather my keys and any evidence of being there and take myself out to the car. You hear the door close the engine start and the wheels drive along the gravel path. The silence in the room reminds you that your alone and one last time you bring yourself to a climax. Knowing you will never be able to come in to this room again without the memories of me taking you, owning you completely.

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The day of Debbie’s punishment for cheating was over. Cas and I spent part of the evening together in our other bedroom. Cas is very aroused and wants to leave the door open and the light on. After we had sex, and as Debbie was being thoroughly fucked, by 5 guys in the other room. Cas has agreed to let one of the guys fuck her, but it has to be random.

The plan was to wait for the first one to use the bathroom across the hall. When they came out of the bathroom, they would be invited to have sex with her.

It ended up being the 18-year-old kid, Robert. He joined us today with his brother Joey, both at Horse’s invitation. I found out later that he had just turned 18 two days before. He is still in high school and about to graduate. I was also aware that he had not had sex before and was, in fact, a virgin. He was the first guy sent in to our bedroom, where Debbie was blindfolded and waiting.

He lost his virginity in Debbie’s pussy. Later as the gangbang progressed, he got to have anal sex with her, again the first time he has done it. Now a couple hours later, he gets to fuck Cas, leaving a nice load of cum in her pussy. After he left, she told me to close the door. I did, and she asked me to eat her pussy, which I also did.

Several hours later the guys had finally left, and Debbie came to the spare bedroom to join Cas and I. She climbed into bed with us smelling of sex. She lay in the middle between us. We hold her and start to explore her pussy and ass. Cas and I finger her pussy which was loaded with cum. I move to her backside, and her ass was also full of cum.

I reclaimed my wife anally, as Cas rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy. Debbie climaxed and soon after that, I did also. Debbie then went down on Cas, and ate her pussy until she climaxed also. Debbie was exhausted as were Cas and me. We all soon fell asleep, while embracing each other.

Cas and me are the first up in the morning. We let Debbie sleep. Our bed was a mess, the sheets full of dried cum and Debbie’s squirt. The blindfold was on one of the pillows, it also had dried cum on it. Debbie must have took a facial.

We changed the sheets, and collected the various piles of cum-filled tissues, empty containers of water, and beer bottles. We could not find the panties from Debbie’s lingerie set. The bra was there along with the nylons. I tell Cas, “I guess someone has a souvenir.

Debbie eventually came out of the spare bedroom, and joined us in the cleanup. In the light of day, Debbie was a mess. She had dry cum on her face, hair, bush, and down her inner thighs. Even with all that going on, I still thought she looked amazing.

The girls jumped in the shower together. They were in there a while, and I heard a couple of orgasms occur. When they came out, I went in. I did not have a lot of hot water, but I managed.

When I came out, I joined the girls in the dining room for some much needed coffee.

I was thinking about what had happened the night before. To be honest I liked it, and I know Debbie most certainly did. Now I had to decide how to proceed. In my opinion, we had to decide if we wanted to open this marriage. Do we want to explore more events, like we just experienced. I listened to Debbie and Cas converse and I try to gauge how to proceed.

Cas says to Debbie, “You looked like you really enjoyed that.”

“I did enjoy it, I can’t tell you how good that all felt.”

Cas asks, “What was that like? Two guys inside your pussy and your ass?”

“The stretch is amazing, then the sex, you know the two dicks fucking you, one in one out, that will drive you crazy.”

Their conversation went on into more details. Cas seemed intrigued. I think about how last night, she became an exhibitionist, then let one of the guys fuck her. Then later she went to peek into the bedroom where Debbie was. A couple of the guys saw her nude. I pondered how far this may go.

At this point I sat with the ladies listening to the details of what went on with Debbie. It sounded like she really had a good time. Debbie has become a slut, and Cas is maybe not to far behind.

The truth was I wanted Cas to join in yesterday, but it was not to be. The way she is acting this morning, she regrets it too.

It was time for me to ask her something. I said Cassidy, “Do you want me to share you like Debbie? Not just with us present, but with another guy on your own? You know with our blessing.”

She seemed to think a moment, then said, “I don’t know, it feels like cheating.”

I say, “It wouldn’t be, you would be like Debbie, a shared wife.”

“If I did that, who would you have in mind?”

(I knew she was interested.)

I look at Debbie and say, “How about Horse to start?”

Debbie chimes in and says, “That would be perfect, we could share him. I would love that, he is an amazing fuck, and would want nothing but the best for you.”

I think that’s my girl. Way to get her onboard.

Cas says, “But he is yours. I don’t want to take that away mecidiyeköy escort from you.”

Debbie is blunt and says, “He is a means of pleasure, I don’t mind if you want that same pleasure. I love you, with all my heart, and I want you to be happy. I want you to use him to do that. Daniel wants you to also. It is so wonderful how you don’t want to impose, but it wouldn’t be an imposition.

She thinks about it and says. “I have to admit, he is really good in bed, do you think he would want to?”

Debbie laughs and says, “He is a man slut, and would love some one-on-one time with you. I want you to do this for me lover. Please use Horse for some fun.”

Cas smiles at me, and says, “Daniel can I go by Horse’s for some fun?”

“Yes, my love, you can. Anything you want to do with him, you may.”

My cock got hard thinking about it.

We worked out our plans going forward. We would have a sharing marriage. We, including me, would be able to fool around with others alone. When it is a stranger, protection will be used. We all had cell phones now and would call if we happened to have an opportunity for a sexual situation. There would be no secrets.

The following is in Cassidy’s words.

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I’m so glad I met Debbie and Daniel that day. My life has been so fantastic now that they are part of it. I have been having sex with girls since I was in high school. I would say back then, I was 90% lesbian and only once in a while thought about guys.

My senior year I met a guy that I felt some attraction to. He wound up being my first. I was but wasn’t a virgin. Obviously my hymen was broken by a woman using several fingers and a cucumber. That was not my finest hour. I had a few girls through high school only one was long term. I went to college and met a guy I liked and he was my second. He had a girl friend unbeknownst to me. I dumped him, but not after I told her, and she and I had sex. I had a couple short relationships after and moved on.

After college a few more girls came and went. I met Maggie about 6 months before Debbie. She was more into guys than I was at the time. We played around a lot, and we would pickup other woman at bars, mostly married ones. One day at a club, I met Andy, the lead singer of the band that Horse is with. We hit it off in a sexual way, and he and I had sex a few times. I enjoyed it, but still was highly into woman.

Then one day Maggie and I went to one of the concerts, and we seen a couple of woman at the stage. We decided to hit on them. I went for the blonde named Debbie, and Maggie went for the redhead named Jen. That is when my life change, and I wound up falling in love. I knew she was married, and I thought her husband was nice and good looking.

Maggie and Jen hit it off. Carl her husband was there also. They wound up leaving, and I was there with Debbie and Daniel. I figured what the hell I will take them both home. I was Debbie’s first lesbian experience. I let Daniel also have sex with me that night. The next day Debbie came over alone, with the intention to end it, but instead we again had sex.

After that we had threesomes again, as well as Debbie and I being alone, and eventually Daniel and I.

I started to fall in love with both of them. I never had these strong feelings about anyone before. Let alone two people. I started to tell them I loved them, and they started to tell me the same. I gave my anal virginity to Daniel, and I stopped seeing Maggie and Andy alone. I only had sex again with them with Debbie or Daniel present. Daniel shares Debbie, and she shares him.

Debbie proposed to me. She gave me a ring that her and Daniel purchased. Daniel proposed to me after. I accepted both, and I now live with them as an equal in all things. Daniel insists on it.

We are in love, as impossible as it sounds we are. We are going to have a ceremony in a couple of months, and go on a honeymoon in the Caribbean.

The date is their wedding anniversary. They wanted it to be special. It will not be legal, but I don’t care. We are happy with our arrangement.

Debbie has a new side action partner. His name is Tony, aka Horse, and I have also been shared with him. We also have get-togethers with Maggie, the four of us, or sometimes just us girls.

I have grown more desirous of men, thanks to Daniel. He turned me straight, while Debbie keeps me a lesbian.

Debbie was gangbanged for an indiscretion she had with Horse and Sam. She went to his place, which occurs a couple times a week, and she let them both take her. Not just take her, but she took them both up her ass at the same time.

I did not think that was possible. Then I seen it on a video, and then live, and in person, in our own bed.

When the day came for her gangbang, I think I was as horny as she was. The first guy to have her was Robert. He just turned 18 and was a virgin. Daniel and I agreed that he should go first, beşiktaş escort and also alone. After he came out the rest of the guys went in. Daniel and me followed. The guys got naked, and went at Debbie. We watched her get fucked by all of them. Daniel participated in a double penetration of her pussy.

When we left the room and went to the spare bedroom, I was more turned on than ever in my life. I had Daniel leave the door open and the light on. Inside I hoped the guys would take me too. I think Daniel did as well.

We had intense sex. I wanted to be shared, and we planned on the first guy that hits the bathroom across the hall, to then hit me.

The bed in the spare room runs parallel to the door way. I places myself so my pussy was lined up with the door way. When a guy went to the bathroom he would see me with my legs spread. I was on my elbows and propped up waiting. My nipples were erect with anticipation.

Robert was the only guy to show up. When he saw me, Daniel gave him the come here motion with his finger. Robert got the message, and came in. He got between my legs, put his cock in me, and fucked me. He made me climax, and then he came inside of me. When he left, I had Daniel close the door and eat my pussy. I know he is bi now, so it seemed like the thing to do.

Afterwards, Daniel went to peek in on Debbie. He came back and said you have to see this. I went nude to the doorway, not hiding my nakedness. Debbie was still blindfolded. Her legs were held all the way back, and Horse’s cock is up her ass. He was pounding her, and she looked like she was really enjoying it.

Two guys seen me, and invited me in with nods. I wanted to, but I shook my head no. I went back to Daniel, and made him take me in the butt like Debbie was taking it. I had my first anal orgasm without having to play with my clit to bring it on.

The next morning I told Debbie about what had happened with Roger. When we were cleaning up the bedrooms I found a note with Rodger’s phone number on it. He stated that he would like to have a regular thing with us. We talked at the table in the morning about his request.

We all agreed to add him to our escapades.

I also agreed that I would go it alone with Horse. I am going to go to his place on Friday for a sex date. I have only taken it in my back door from Daniel, but Debbie has convinced me to try anal sex with him.

I am a little intimidated by the thought of being impaled by his huge dick. But what I had watched Debbie do on Saturday, and the orgasm Daniel gave me, makes me want to try it.

The week passes as usual, Debbie went to Horse’s place twice and had Roger over once. I came home to her and Rodger having sex and joined in. Daniel then came home and had sloppy seconds with both of us.

Later the three of us had sex again. It was to become a weekday routine for us.

Daniel has been able to have 3 to 4 orgasm a day now. It is though his body knows it has to step up with two woman now. Debbie and I love it.

Friday arrives, and when I got home, I refrained from having sex with Debbie. Not easy, let me tell you. I showered after I cleaned out with our special cleanser.

Debbie had picked out my red panties and bra. She had left them for me on the bed. I think she was as excited as I was. I put on a white skirt that was kind of short, and a t-shirt that had his band on it.

Daniel got home, and asked me if I was ready. I told him I was.

We had dinner and chatted about our day. before I left, I brushed my teeth. I did not plan to kiss him, but you never know.

I did however kiss Debbie and Daniel when I left. They both told me to have fun.

It was a 30 minute drive to Horse’s place. He lives on a side road in a double wide modular home. It was actually a new place. He had put on the land, after he had got a nice inheritance from his grandmother.

I drove up to his place, parked, and got out.

I walked up to the front door as Horse opened it. He said hello and invited me in.

I entered and he said, “You look very sexy Cassidy. Is that outfit just for me?”

I smile saying, “Actually, Debbie picked out part of it. I thought you’d like the shirt and skirt.”

“I do, what part did Debbie pick out?”

With that question I surprised him by taking my shirt off and unzipping my skirt. I let them drop to the floor, stepping out of my skirt. I stood there in my red bra and panties, and said, “This is what Debbie picked out.”

“Mmmmm, I like it.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like it.”

“I was going to offer you a drink, but…”

With that he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom. He lies me on his bed, and starts to get undressed.

I sit up on my elbows and watch him. He takes his shirt off first, tossing it to the side. I admire his hairless chest. He opens his jeans, unzips, lowers them, then takes them off. His huge cock is pressing against his underwear. He is already etiler escort rock hard.

I feel a wave of fear and desire. Fear of pain when that thing goes in my ass, and desire for the pleasure that dick can give me. I just need to relax, and focus on the pleasure.

He lowers his underwear and his cock springs out. It is truly beautiful, and completely shaved. It makes him look even bigger. He gives me the come here jester, and points to his cock.

I can take a hint, and I move to him at the edge of the bed. My mouth, and his cock come together. I had to open wide for him. He places his hand on the back of my head and gently mouth fucks me.

I taste his pre-cum, he produces a lot of it. He could cum in my mouth now, stay hard and deposit more in one of my other holes or both. I am hoping for both.

I know why Debbie calls this approved cheating. You feel like your cheating, but you know it’s okay. It is kind of the best of both worlds.

Horse cums in my mouth, It is actually the first time. I have had oral sex with him, but he never completed in my mouth, till now. I swallow most of it and I keep a little. I swirl it around before I swallow it. His cum tastes pretty good as far as cum goes. I have tasted it before when I went down on Debbie after he completed in her pussy. It was different though, being mixed with Debbie’s fluids.

He looks down at me, and says, “Don’t worry, I have plenty more for you.”

I smile and say, “You better.”

He leans down and kisses me, I wasn’t expecting it, but it was nice. I guess brushing my teeth earlier didn’t matter with his cum in my mouth. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. I let it fall from my shoulders. He lays me back onto the bed and slides my panties off.

He moves my legs back causing my pussy lips to separate exposing my clit and both holes. He moves in, and starts to eat my pussy. He moves from my clit down to my hole and then down to my anus. That felt good, and causes a tingle to go through me.

After a few minutes, I felt an orgasm coming on, and Horse sensed it also. He slipped a finger in my ass, using my vaginal fluid for lube. He fingered me and that sent me over the edge. I had a very nice, wet orgasm. Horse continued to lick me until I stopped moaning loudly.

He moved up my body placing his cock against my pussy, inserting it. He starts to fuck my pussy fast and hard. I climax quickly, squirting heavily on him. He doesn’t stop and makes me climax again. As I do, he lets loose a load in my pussy.

He fucks me a little longer and pulls out of me. He again says, “Don’t worry, I got more.”

He sat up and turned around retrieving a container of lube.

I guess we are going for the main event. I felt that fear again, but I pushed it away. I just imagined how good it was going to feel.

Horse said, “Are you okay with this? Debbie said you wanted to do this too.”

She was right. I wanted to do it too. I wanted it in the way I had seen him do it to her. On my back holding my legs back as far as they could go, and as exposed as she was.

“Yes, I want to.”

He said, “Okay, I will take it slow. Do you want to hold your legs back?”

I said nothing, and spread them and held them back with my hands. I felt very exposed and vulnerable. I was very aroused being like this, it felt, I don’t know, dirty? Especially with his cum oozing out of my pussy.

He smiles at me and winks. He opens the lube and applied some to his finger. He gently applies it to my backside. He slips a finger into me and finger-fucks my ass for a little bit. He then pulls it out and applies some more lube to it and to his second finger.

He repeats the process now with two fingers, loosening my tight back side. I have to admit it felt good. He repeats the process this time with three fingers. I moaned when he did. I did what I could to relax my anal muscle, as he stretched me open. I wish he had a mirror on the ceiling like we do. I would have liked the view.

He removes his fingers and applies some more lube to my opening and then to his cock.

He then asks me, “Are you ready for me, Cassidy?”

I say, Yes, please go slow.”

“I will be gentle, and if it hurts at all tell me, and I will stop.”

“Okay, I say with a little tremble in my voice.”

Horse moves forward staying upright. He placed the tip of his cock against my anus. I again feel that tingle. I do my best to relax as he applies some pressure. I feel the tip start to open me up.

He slowly pushes forward but not to fast. He stops to let me adjust to his girth, Then moves his cock a little more in.

I am adjusting well, if I do say so. I am expecting it hurt, but it doesn’t. I keep thinking of the pleasure I am going to get when he is in. This thought is helping me to relax.

I felt a sudden something that wasn’t pain but it was a foreign feeling, like it didn’t belong. My ass reacted to this surge not by tighten up, but by loosening. What I felt was the head of his cock passing my sphincter. He was inside of me, his full girth. He slid forward, and the pleasure I wanted began.

I was not aware that I was moaning really loud until he pulled back and slowly slid forward. He was half way in, and my body wanted more. He penetrated me more deeply. He was past the point that Daniel has been. It felt wonderful.

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Cette histoire me fut relatée bien des années plus tard par un ancien élève, à la suite d’une soirée bien arrosée, en fut-il l’acteur, le témoin, en eut-il connaissance, je ne saurai répondre pas plus que je ne puis démêler le vrai de l’idéalisé, je me suis borné à le transcrire en bon français, du moins est-ce ainsi que je l’espère, son récit, en l’édulcorant quelque peu, en l’enrichissant parfois, j’ ai cependant pris la liberté de changer tous les noms des protagonistes et de transférer l’histoire en d’autres lieux similaires de façon à rendre toute identification impossible.

En début d’exploitation des zones, des secteurs étaient déterminés selon la qualité des sols, les grèves moins riches en silice, donc peu exploitables étaient repoussées, puis délaissées formant des îlots parsemant en bandes irrégulières les étangs. C’est dans un de ces lagons peu profonds qu’Hélène avait trouvé refuge étrennant en toute discrétion le minimum offert par son mari, maillot au slip brésilien qu’elle n’osait pas encore afficher en public. Ce coin lui souriait d’autant plus que nageuse peu experte, elle pouvait en toute discrétion y réviser ses tables, personne ne fréquentant ce coin un peu retiré. Se croyant seule, elle barbotait allégrement, se souciant peu des bretelles de son bikini qui glissaient révélant l’opulence de sa poitrine ferme ou de l’exiguïté de la culotte laissant échapper quelques mèches folâtres de sa toison de feu.

Elle ignorait que masqués par les fourrés, de l’îlot trois paires de yeux concupiscents se régalaient à la vue de ses formes appétissantes. Il s’agissait des trois petits voyous qui la veille, lors de leur installation ne s’étaient pas gênés pour détailler et commenter les formes appétissantes des trois accompagnatrices, et plus particulièrement les siennes qui avaient du leur paraître particulièrement voluptueuse. La voyant quitter le camp chastement vêtue d’une courte robe d’éponge, Franck, celui qui lui avait fugitivement peloté les fesses lors de leur installation, s’était douté que, si elle cherchait à s’isoler c’était par crainte d’exhiber tout de go sa plastique aux yeux de tous, il devinait que pour une raison quelconque, pudeur, manque d’habitude, déficit du halage, elle devait se rassurer avant d’affronter la foule des baigneurs. Coup de chance, elle avait quitté sa courte robe à quelques mètres d’eux, et maintenant, allongé derrière les buissons, le paréo bien cachée au fond de son havresac, en compagnie de deux de ses complices il la mangeait des yeux.

C’est qu’elle était très alléchante la belle bourgeoise, ses fesses dont il avait déjà furtivement testé la fermeté s’épanouissaient au dessus de longues cuisses fuselées en deux hémisphères charnus, denses, bien dessinés au creux desquels se perdaient la languette fripée du slip, kütahya escort la poitrine opulente, haut plantée tressaillait lascivement à chacun de ses gestes, le hasard de ses mouvements leur avait même permis d’apercevoir l’aréole plus foncée qui cerclait un large téton dardé, quelques mèches rousses s’échappaient par l’entrejambe succinct du maillot. Ils la contemplaient ainsi depuis quelques minutes, quand sur un geste de leur chef, qui guettait une circonstance favorable, ils se décidèrent enfin à agir.

Franck avait entendu, au loin le claquement de pagaies qui semblaient se diriger vers eux, discernant immédiatement l’opportunité favorable, il avait résolu de se lancer. Surgissant comme des diables de leur boite, ils se ruèrent sur elle, et alors que statufiée par la surprise, elle restait abasourdie, sans même qu’elle pousse un cri, ils la dépouillèrent en deux mouvements de ses effets, se réfugiant aussi vite derrière le rideau des maigres buissons, la laissant effarée et nue au milieu des flots. De la rive, Franck la héla hilare :

– Si tu ne veux pas qu’on te voie à poils.. Viens donc me demander ton cache vertu … mais grouille toi.. y’a du peuple qui se pointe!

Et, hagarde, à son tour elle perçut le claquement des rames sur l’eau, ils arrivaient, en un éclair elle comprit, où elle courait s’abriter sur l’îlot tout proche, ou dans une minute au plus tard, les arrivants croiraient découvrir une nudiste dans cette maudite anse isolée. Tout de suite elle entrevit le visage scandalisé de ses enfants et des autres accompagnateurs au récit croustillant que ne manqueraient pas de faire ces intrus. Pourrait-elle seulement se disculper…. Evoquer une raison évidente de sa présence, entièrement nue dans ces lieux … Qu’en déduiraient les gens …. Et frissonnante d’anxiété, sans plus tergiverser, elle se précipita à son tour à l’ombre des maigres taillis.

En rampant, elle se glissa à plat ventre sur une bande à l’herbe rase entre deux boqueteaux, et de là, oubliant momentanément les loubards qui l’avaient dépouillée elle guettât les arrivants, avec appréhension, elle vit trois canots chargés de mouflets en bas âge s’immobiliser, les moniteurs les tirèrent alors vers une petite plage sur l’îlet face au sien et commencèrent à débarquer des paniers de victuailles, elle comprit alors avec effroi qu’ils allaient goûter sur place, et qu’elle en avait donc pour de longs moments d’attente.

Un frôlement l’alerta, et se tournant sur le coté, elle vit arriver les trois marlous rampant sur le ventre, elle allait hurler, lorsque le plus avancé, le doigt en travers des lèvres lui rappela qu’au moindre cri elle ameuterait les gamins pique-niquant face à eux, ce qui serait le meilleur moyen d’étaler sa mésaventure, à cette idée l’appel mourut sur ses lèvres, et anéantie, manisa escort elle dut se résoudre à les laisser impunément se vautrer à ses cotés. Dressant la tête elle jeta un coup d’œil en face, ces maudits gosses étaient toujours là, la paralysant. Elle sentait la chaleur des deux corps qui la pressaient entre eux, ils ne disaient rien, se contentant, pour l’instant, et elle savait qu’ils ne s’arrêteraient pas là, de se frotter contre ses flancs.

Et soudain, elle sut que ça y était, la main du plus hardi remontait lentement le long de sa jambe, déjà elle suivait le pli du fessier, elle se raidit, que pouvait -elle faire d’autre?

Son agresseur ne s’en inquiéta pas, lentement, il empauma les deux globes, les malaxant, les parcourant en de lentes et langoureuses caresse, avant de revenir se perdre dans l’entrejambe qu’elle défendait toujours avec énergie, cependant un autre danger se précisait maintenant. L’autre gaillard avait réussi à glisser la main entre sol et chair et brusquement, en un seul élan, il avait saisi son sein, s’emparant immédiatement du téton qu’il commença à rouler entre deux doigts. Elle frissonna longuement, il lui faisait mal, et pourtant elle sentait son mamelon darder sous la rude caresse, se pouvait-il? …

Troublée par cette réaction inattendue, elle perdit brusquement de sa concentration, inconsciemment elle se polarisa sur ses mamelles, oubliant l’autre antagoniste qui menaçait son intimité. Sentant son fléchissement, il se laissa oublier quelques instants, les fesses d’Hélène se décrispèrent, insensiblement ses muscles se détendirent, c’était l’instant qu’il guettait. Imparablement il enfonça le poing entre les cuisses légèrement disjointes, il s’enfonça facilement jusqu’à la charnière intime de la belle, imposant déjà deux doigts fureteurs à l’entrée de sa féminité. Il lui laissa quelques secondes de répit, le temps de s’accoutumer à cette présence non désirée, et déjà sollicitée par les tiraillements de ses mamelons, elle se polarisait à nouveau sur sa poitrine malmenée. Et inexorablement il la fora index et majeur joints, pénétrant jusqu’à la garde la tiède moiteur de son con poisseux, elle se cabra sous la brutale intrusion au cœur même de sa féminité, abasourdie par la facilité avec laquelle les deux doigts joints s’étaient infiltrés. Déjà ils remuaient, la pistonnant avec ampleur, dilatant son pistil qui secrétait incongrûment son nectar. Eperdue, elle sentait maintenant sa gaine s’adapter à l’intrus, ses reins solliciter s’accorder au rythme auquel son ventre était soumis, ses fesses s’écarter pour livrer à son suborneur une entière liberté de manœuvre. Elle en oubliait sa poitrine toujours malmenée par l’autre sbire, elle se surprit à gémir sourdement, avouant ainsi son profond émoi. Profitant de cette aubaine il se dressa souplement, la prenant mardin escort au ventre il l’agenouilla au sol, et la couvrit lestement se guidant habilement de la main pour la pourfendre d’un coup. Egarée elle se laissa retomber sur le ventre tandis que déjà il la pilonnait d’amples coups de bite, allant et venant au plus profond de son tunnel d’amour, de la croupe elle épousait ses puissants empalements, savourant avec ivresse cette impression de plénitude qui la remplissait toute. Stupéfait d’un tel accueil, il ne put résister bien longtemps à cette fournaise dans laquelle prenait son pied et c’est avec un grognement retenu qu’il se vida avec abondance ventre rivé à sa croupe, obligé de la bâillonner pour étouffer les cris qui auraient fusés de sa gorge.

Son émoi était tel, que c’est à peine si elle se rendit compte qu’elle changeait de chevaucheurs, elle ne prêta aucune attention aux deux lascars qui en quelques secondes, chauffés à blanc par le spectacle auquel ils venaient d’assister, se déversent à leurs tours dans son ventre anesthésié. Franck qui s’était glissé à sa tête, histoire de veiller à ce qu’elle n’ameuta point les populations lorsque ses deux complices se déverseraient dans son antre, lui susurra alors :

– Si tu veux récupérer tes frusques ….. Viens nous rejoindre au cœur de l’île!…. A bientôt ….

Et, silencieusement, ils la quittèrent en rampant, s’enfonçant dans les fourrés, elle restait là, allongée sur le ventre, flancs palpitant cherchant à reprendre ses esprits. Le sperme gouttant larmes après larme de son sexe encore béant, elle tardait à reprendre son souffle, subitement elle repensa aux pique-niqueurs de l’îlet en face, elle se dressa sur ses coudes, observant la scène qui se déroulait sous ses yeux : les jeunes, assis en rond dégustaient leurs sandwichs tout en Jacassant, au train où ils allaient, force lui fut de constater qu’ils en avaient encore pour un sacré bout de temps.

Elle devait se décider, il avait été clair ce petit con : ou elle allait les rejoindre pour quémander, ou elle retournait à poil au camp, avec tous les risques que cela sous-entendait. Si encore elle ne se sentait pas si molle, si amorphe, elle n’arrivait même pas à se révolter après ce qu’ils lui avaient fait subir, elle se sentait si alanguie, pas honteuse, pas salie, seulement et c’était le plus étrange, si lourde, si béate, c’était comme si cette brusque agression avait comblé un manque, un vide soudainement révélé. C’était presque comme si ce jeune voyou avait juste remplacé son mari, avait rouvert une voie trop peu souvent empruntée par son époux.

Lasse elle roula sur le ventre, prenant alors conscience que, suintant de sa chatte, une traînée visqueuse maculait sa cuisse, cette constatation la replongea brusquement dans la réalité, elle se secoua, d’une lente caresse des doigts elle étala le sperme sur sa cuisse, et consciente de l’inanité de ses efforts pour se nettoyer, se dissimulant aux regards des jeunes gosses, comme engourdie, elle se prit la route des buissons qui la mènerait au lieu du sacrifice.

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« – Bonjour, Dom! Il est 8h00… (Elle reprend ma queue dans sa bouche et continue de me sucer lentement)

– Wow… j’adore! Salut, Françoise!

– (Elle me regarde) Mmmmm… Mmmmm…

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– (Elle ne peut s’empêcher d’éclater de rire) Hahahaha! Idiot, va! (Elle se hisse jusqu’à mon visage et m’embrasse goulûment)

– Tu as bien dormi?

– Oui… (Elle sourit, pose sa tête sur ma poitrine et regarde ma queue qu’elle branle doucement) Tu en auras pour longtemps, Dom?

– Aucune idée! J’essayerai d’abréger et de revenir le plus rapidement possible…

– S’il te plait, oui… (Sa tête redescend et je retrouve la chaleur de sa bouche et de sa langue qui s’enroule autour de ma verge)

– Françoise… viens dans l’autre sens… donne-moi ta petite chatte!»

Elle s’allonge en sens inverse, le long de mon corps. Son bas ventre à hauteur de mon visage, elle écarte les cuisses et sa fente s’entrouvre… son odeur épicée m’emplit les narines tandis que j’y plaque ma bouche et commence à la lécher… ma queue bien dure revient glisser entre ses lèvres, et nous nous appliquons à nous donner le maximum de plaisir, n’arrêtant nos caresses buccales que lorsque l’autre a joui.

Je m’habille rapidement pour foncer chez-moi et tout préparer avant l’arrivée de Sophie… Je n’ai eu aucune nouvelle d’elle, mais je sais qu’elle viendra! Par peur de voir ma vidéo tomber entre les mains de son mari? Oh, pas seulement! Aussi et surtout parce que c’est une salope! Nedjma a raison! Je lui ai juste dis que je parlerais de son augmentation avec Françoise… je ne l’ai pas fait, et bien qu’elle n’ait rien obtenu encore, elle me taille une pipe! Vous appelez ça comment, vous? Une salope! On est bien d’accord!

9h20

Je suis enfin chez-moi. J’ai acheté quelques légumes qui ont attiré mon regard chez l’épicier en bas de ma rue… si tout se passe comme prévu, j’aurai baisé Sophie avant midi et Nedjma aura eu sa vengeance! Admettons que je m’amuse encore un peu avec elle quelques heures de plus, je devrais pouvoir retrouver Françoise vers 16h00…

10h10

J’entends des pas dans l’escalier menant à mon appartement… j’habite un petit F2 au dernier étage d’une vieille bâtisse classée au patrimoine historique, comme les ¾ du centre-ville d’ailleurs! Mon quartier s’étale aux pieds d’une forteresse construite par Vauban… on y trouve quelques monuments d’époque romaine et 2 couvents! Mais aujourd’hui, je vais casser cette ambiance traditionnelle et calme de ma rue en transformant mon appartement en lupanar!

Je jette un coup d’œil par la fenêtre et reconnais Sophie… je vous l’avais bien dit! Elle est venue! Elle ne m’a pas vu et grimpe les dernières marches. Elle sonne, j’ouvre ma porte.

« – Entre! Oh la… ne tire pas cette tronche, Sophie…

– Pourquoi? Je devrais me réjouir peut-être?

– Parfaitement! Tu vas passer un bon samedi, alors de quoi tu te plains? Après tout c’est de ta faute! Tu m’aurais laissé aller jusqu’au bout l’autre jour, tu n’en serais pas là!

– Mais bien sûr… qui me dit que tu ne m’aurais pas fait chanter de toute façon?

– Faire chanter… Tssss… les grands mots, tout de suite… je veux juste te donner une petite leçon, Soph’! Tu m’as allumé à fond et planté comme une merde une fois que j’étais bien chaud! Je te filerai les fichiers originaux quand tu repartiras et je te laisserai tranquille, ne t’en fais pas!

– Et si tu as fait des copies, comment je le saurai?

– Bien sûr que je vais garder une copie! Mais pour mon usage perso, c’est tout!

– C’est-à-dire?

– Pour me branler si tu veux tout savoir!

– Mais tu ne diffuseras jamais rien?

– Tu me prends pour qui? Tu crois être Miss Monde pour que je veuille profiter de toi au-delà d’aujourd’hui, Sophie? Je crois que je vais te donner ces putains de fichiers et tu vas te casser tout de suite!

– Tu me le promets, Dom? Tu veux juste qu’on couche une fois ensemble et tu me laisseras tranquille?

– Je te dis que tu peux partir… tu me fais même pas bander, Sophie!

– Pourtant l’autre jour… (C’est la 2ème fois que je lui dis qu’elle est libre mais elle fait mine de n’avoir rien entendu… je vous le disais, elle est là pour baiser!) J’ai acheté ce que tu m’as demandé de porter… tout est dans le sac là… (Elle tend un grand sac plastique qu’elle tient en plus de son sac à main)

– Cool… alors vas-y! Change-toi!

– Là, maintenant? Devant toi?

– Ben oui… tu ne vas jouer les pudiques? »

Elle s’exécute et sort du sac un chemisier rouge très transparent, des bas et un string en dentelle assortis au chemisier, ainsi qu’une paire de talons aiguilles… Elle se déchausse, déboutonne son jean puis le retire…

« – Oh… tu n’as kuşadası escort pas mis de culotte…

– Non, je savais que j’aurais à l’enlever…

– Comme quoi tu acceptes très bien ce qui va se passer… tu achètes ce que je te demande, tu viens sans culotte… je t’en prie, continue! »

Tandis qu’elle pose son jean sur la chaise près d’elle, je me lève et viens me coller à elle… je pelote son cul flasque et plat…

« – Pas terrible tout ça… t’as le cul d’une tristesse ma pauvre Sophie! (Je gifle ses fesses) Regarde moi ça… ça rebondit même pas! Heureusement que t’as d’autres atouts! »

Ma remarque la fait rougir, elle est vexée… je lâche ses fesses et passe devant lui fourrer une main entre les cuisses… elle se laisse faire, écartant même les cuisses pour me faciliter l’accès et poursuit son effeuillage en retirant son pull… j’enfonce un doigt dans sa vulve et le remue doucement…

« – Tu mouilles ma cochonne… »

Elle ne dit rien… le pull enlevé, elle fait glisser les bretelles de son soutif le long de ses épaules puis amène l’attache sur le devant pour la défaire. Ses gros nichons jaillissent hors des bonnets et remuent lourdement sous le mouvement de ses mains occupées avec l’agrafe. Autant elle a le cul triste, autant elle a le nichon joyeux et super bandant! Je me jette sur elle pour prendre dans ma bouche ses belles pointes brunes et les sucer…

« – Bon sang… quelle paire! Sllurrp… suck suck… sllurrp… Mmmff… Sophie… détends-toi… je ferai tout ce que je peux pour cette augmentation… je veux juste recevoir ce que tu m’as promis avant! Simple sécurité… Mmmmff… Sllurrpp…”

Je la tète un bon moment puis la laisse passer ce qu’elle a amené… elle enfile les bas, le string, puis le chemisier sans soutif en dessous… quand elle a chaussé les talons aiguilles, je la fais s’asseoir au centre du salon.

« – Je vais t’attacher les mains maintenant…

– Quoi??? Mais…

– Chut… juste pour pimenter un peu le tout… »

Je vais dans ma chambre, jouxtant le salon, prendre les liens que j’avais préparés avant son arrivée puis reviens lui attacher les mains dans le dos… ses protestations sont de pure façade… quand je m’absente pour récupérer les liens, elle ne bouge pas et je la retrouve sagement assise sur sa chaise! Toujours dans son dos, je me saisis d’une étoffe noire que j’ai dans la poche… je la roule et d’un coup, je lui bâillonne la bouche avec! Elle tente de protester mais ses mots sont déjà étouffés par l’étoffe. Elle donne aussi de grands coups de pieds dans le vide mais je la préviens que si elle continue, je lui attacherai les pieds! Elle se calme mais je lis la colère dans ses yeux… Qu’est-ce que ça sera quand j’introduirai le dernier élément prévue au scénario de cette journée!

Quand on parle du loup… on frappe à la porte! Je n’ai rien vu passer derrière la fenêtre du salon, ni entendu aucun bruit dans l’escalier tellement je suis concentré sur l’instant… Sophie sursaute mais après avoir jeter un coup d’œil à la pendule, je lui dis que tout va bien et qu’il n’y a pas à s’inquiéter… il est 10h30… le sourire aux lèvres, je vais ouvrir…

« – Ah te voilà! Pile à l’heure! Entre, ma belle! Tout est prêt!

– Je veux voir ça!

– (Je me décale sur le côté, dévoilant le dos de Sophie, mains attachées et fulminant sur sa chaise) Du calme, Sophie! Oui, t’as bien entendu! C’est Nedjma qui vient d’arriver! Elle va passer un moment avec nous… viens, ma douce! »

A présent c’est de la haine pure que je peux lire dans les yeux de Sophie! Elle grogne mais aucun de ses mots n’est compréhensible. Elle se tord dans tous les sens dans l’espoir de se libérer de ses liens, mais je l’ai trop bien attachée!

Nedjma referme la porte derrière elle puis s’approche de la chaise…

« – Bonjour, Sophie! Heureuse de me voir? (Les mains sur ses épaules, Nedjma dépose un baiser sur le haut du crâne de Sophie puis vient se planter devant elle) Oh, pas vraiment on dirait! Moi en tout cas, je le suis! Surtout de te trouver dans cette posture… et cette tenue! Alors comme ça on suce mon Dom pour 300 €? Oui, il m’a tout dit! Et c’est moi que tu traites de pute? »

J’aide Nedjma à retirer sa veste et découvre en souriant son énorme poitrine moulée outrageusement par son chemisier…

« – Hihihihi! J’ai enlevé mon soutien-gorge dans le petit couloir à l’entrée… je savais que ça te ferait plaisir, mon chéri! »

Nous nous embrassons à pleine bouche, longuement, mes mains malaxant ses seins énormes et frottant les gros tétons pointant généreusement sous le tissu soyeux…

Sophie ouvre de grands yeux et nous regarde, Nedjma et moi, hébétée et au bord de la crise cardiaque, nous galocher amoureusement devant elle…

« – Surprise? Dom et moi on est ensemble depuis qu’il a commencé à l’association! Pas vrai, mon chéri?

– Absolument! Je t’ai kocaeli escort fait croire qu’elle m’avait fait une pipe pour me remercier de sa promotion, mais je couchais déjà avec elle bien avant, Sophie!

– Moi je ne donne pas mon cul pour 300 euros, madame! »

Nedjma s’approche de Sophie, caresse son visage, une joue puis l’autre… elle tourne autour de sa chaise en l’effleurant du bout des doigts… quand elle revient face à elle, elle la gifle d’un coup! Puis elle l’embrasse tendrement par-dessus le bâillon avant de se redresser pour lui donner une nouvelle paire de baffes! Surpris par son comportement, j’essaye de la calmer…

« – Oh la, Nedjma…

– Je devais le faire, mon chéri… maintenant ça va mieux… ne t’inquiète pas s’il te plait… fais-moi confiance… je connais ce genre de salopes! »

Nedjma pose une main sur la poitrine de Sophie nue sous le chemisier… la main glisse entre 2 boutons et je vois ses ongles longs venir se planter profondément dans la chair tendre du sein qu’elle a empoigné et se met à pétrir avec force… Sophie gémit de douleur…

« – Aujourd’hui, tu es à moi! Et à Dom, bien sûr! Tu devras nous obéir! Et nous verrons bien qui de nous deux est une pute! Jolie poitrine en tout cas… Dom adore les grosses poitrines, tu sais… »

Elle a déboutonné un peu plus le chemisier rouge transparent… à présent, elle peut palper les 2 gros nichons de Sophie… elle prend un des mamelons entre ses doigts et le fait rouler délicatement… brusquement, son visage se crispe et elle pince le téton violemment! Les yeux rougis, Sophie gémit de plus belle en se tortillant de douleur sur sa chaise…

« – Oh… Madame a le téton sensible, on dirait… (Lance Nedjma en se tournant vers moi) De l’autre côté aussi? »

Elle lui crache au visage puis tord brutalement l’autre mamelon! Sophie explose et tente de se lever. J’ai juste le temps de me précipiter derrière elle et de la plaquer sur sa chaise en la maintenant fermement de mes 2 mains sur ses épaules!

Je me sens vraiment mal à l’aise! Je ne voyais pas les choses comme ça… je me demande à quoi je m’attendais en fait! Attacher Sophie et la rendre totalement vulnérable et soumise au moindre caprice de Nedjma, c’était carrément une idée à la con! Je sais pourtant combien les femmes peuvent être garces entre elles! En même temps, je n’ose pas trop aller contre Nedjma… après tout, c’est moi qui lui ai fourré cette idée de vengeance dans le crâne! Merde! Les plans sado-maso, c’est franchement pas mon délire! Sophie est au bord des larmes… et une femme qui chiale, ce n’est pas du tout le genre de truc qui m’éclate!

« – Tranquille, Nedjma! Vas-y doucement, ma douce…

– Je suis sûre qu’elle aime ça! N’aie pas peur, Dom! (Et elle fourre une main sous le string de Sophie) Ha! Elle mouille, la garce! Tu vois, je te l’avais dit, mon chéri! Elle prend son pied! »

Je vais quand même prendre le relais avant que Nedjma ne se déchaîne un peu plus! Et là ou elle a décidé de dispenser la douleur, je vais tempérer en offrant du plaisir…

Je m’agenouille devant Sophie et j’essuie le filet de salive qui coule sur son visage… cette offense nettoyée, je pose délicatement mes 2 mains sur ses gros seins… mes paumes se referment sur leur volume généreux et les palpent avec une douceur extrême… je peux voir sous le tissu transparent, la chair de ses seins meurtrie par les ongles de Nedjma… je tire sur le côté les 2 pans du chemisier et caresse à nouveau les 2 seins d’une rondeur parfaite… je regarde Sophie…

« – T’as vraiment des seins magnifiques… tu ne trouves pas qu’elle a de beaux seins, Nedjma?

– C’est vrai! Dommage qu’elle soit si conne! Profite bien d’elle en tout cas, mon chéri! Je veux que tu prennes tout le plaisir qu’elle t’a refusé! »

Peu à peu, Sophie retrouve son calme avec moi… j’embrasse en l’effleurant des lèvres son ventre rond, descends sur la peau douce de son entrecuisses que je baise avec une égale légèreté… je respire profondément l’odeur épicée qui exhale de sa vulve toute proche puis remonte baiser sa fente par-dessus le string dont je tire le triangle de dentelle fine sur le côté… je veux vérifier par moi-même qu’elle mouille vraiment… ma langue darde, glisse entre les 2 petites lèvres et lèche son vagin vigoureusement… je peux alors sentir la cyprine couler dans ma bouche et saturer mes papilles de sa saveur unique…

« – J’adore le goût de ta grosse chatte, Sophie… »

Je suce longuement son clito avant de replonger dans sa fente humide… puis je reviens baiser son ventre, remontant sur ses nichons qui prennent un volume incroyable vus du dessous… j’embrasse le sein droit, le gauche… je lèche les larges aréoles brunes puis prends dans ma bouche les mamelons durcis par les caresses vengeresses de Nedjma… je les suce lentement, les enroule sous ma langue, les tète encore… je les sens gonfler konya escort dans ma bouche… plus bas, mes doigts ont remplacé ma langue dans sa vulve et je la doigte profondément pendant que je suce goulûment ses gros nichons… Sophie ne tente plus de se débattre mais se soumet totalement… sa respiration s’est accélérée et son corps s’est avachi sur la chaise… les cuisses largement écartées, elle jouit en secouant la tête et gémit comme jamais …

« – Nedjma, viens derrière elle… viens lui caresser les seins pour moi… mais doucement! D’accord?

– Hihihihi! Compris, mon Dom… »

Nedjma se colle à Sophie… debout derrière elle, elle prend en coupe ses seins lourds et les pétrit avec la délicatesse demandée, au début en tout cas! Je tète les gros nichons entre les doigts de Nedjma, je lèche et suce les mamelons durs qu’elle pince doucement… Nedjma ne peut retenir plus longtemps la colère qu’elle a envers Sophie, et dès que ma bouche quitte les délicieuses mamelles, elle recommence à lui vriller les tétons en les tordant dans tous les sens! Je la laisse faire puisque Sophie aime ça! De mon côté, je fais glisser le string que porte Sophie jusqu’à ses chevilles… je contemple un instant sa chatte bien poilue et ses petites lèvres qui sont comme 2 crêtes de coq épaisses d’un rouge foncé… sa fente et son entrecuisses brillent du plaisir qu’elle prend…

« – Tu mouilles de plus en plus, ma cochonne! T’avais raison, Nedjma! Madame l’assistante de gestion prend son pied! (Elle me fusille du regard)

– Bien sûr qu’elle aime ça, Dom! Tu crois vraiment qu’elle serait venue aussi facilement si elle n’avait pas envie de se faire baiser, cette pute?

– Mmmmrrrrrrmmm! (Grogne Sophie sous son bâillon)

– C’est pas cool de s’entendre traiter de pute, hein Soph’? Alors mets-toi à la place de Nedjma et imagine ce qu’elle a pu ressentir quand tu as dit ça d’elle! »

Nedjma se penche par-dessus l’épaule de Sophie et nous nous roulons une bonne pelle toute en miaulements de chats en rut et suçage de langues! Nedjma a une main sur le sein droit de Sophie et en pince sauvagement le téton pendant que je pelote amoureusement le nichon gauche… j’approche mon visage du con poilu de Sophie et colle ma bouche à sa fente dont la mouille trahit la jouissance qu’elle aurait certainement préféré cacher! Je dégage le clito de la touffe de poils abondante qui le recouvre et lui donne de rapides coups de langue avant de l’aspirer et de le sucer longuement… quand il bande bien, je plonge au plus profond du vagin et le laboure de ma langue qui va et vient, tourne, lèche, suce et titille chaque centimètre… elle voudrait taire son plaisir mais il devient trop fort… elle gémit de plus en plus… Nedjma fait rouler ses bons gros nichons sous ses petites mains tout en continuant d’en torturer les pointes! D’une voix douce qui contraste avec la vigueur de sa caresse, elle m’encourage…

« – Vas-y Dom… lèche-la bien cette salope! Fais-la mouiller… Fais-la jouir, mon chéri! Elle n’attend que ça! C’est bon, hein Sophie? Mon Dom me rend folle chaque fois qu’il me bouffe la chatte! Alors tu dois vraiment prendre ton pied! »

Sophie gémit et je la lèche de plus belle… très vite elle atteint l’orgasme et un flot de cyprine coule dans ma gorge … Sophie se dandine de plaisir sur sa chaise et je finis de boire son plaisir à grands coups de langue dans sa chatte…

Je bande comme un fou! Les mains de Nedjma pelotant ces gros nibards et Sophie totalement soumise… ça me file une gaule d’enfer! Je vais à la cuisine et reviens avec un concombre! C’est ça que j’ai acheté chez l’épicier en bas de ma rue! Dès que j’ai vu les concombres sur l’étale, ça a fait boom dans ma tête! Je le tends à Nedjma en lui demandant de l’enfoncer dans le vagin gluant de Sophie… pendant ce temps là, j’ai bien l’intention de me faire sucer! Mais je commence par galocher Nedjma et la déshabille… je fais tomber sa jupe à terre pendant qu’elle se débarrasse de son chemisier et de son soutif… et tout en continuant de la galocher, je lui bouffe les seins en lui fourrant le concombre entre les cuisses…

« – Nedjma… ça te dit d’essayer?

– Tout ce que tu veux, mon chéri… montre à cette salope comme tu me fais jouir… »

Je fais lever Sophie et l’entraîne dans ma chambre où je la fais s’asseoir à nouveau, face à mon lit, les mains toujours attachées dans le dos… Nedjma et moi reprenons notre baiser fougueux et je reviens frotter le concombre contre sa fente entre ses cuisses…

D’abord debout, nous finissons par nous allonger sur le lit, Nedjma ouvrant largement ses cuisses devant Sophie qui ne peut que profiter du spectacle!

Allongé tout contre elle, je suce goulûment les énormes mamelles de Nedjma tout en introduisant lentement le concombre dans sa grosse chatte… je tète ses tétons bruyamment et ma salive coule sur ses seins… sa fente s’ouvre en grand pour recevoir le légume que j’enfonce de plus en plus profondément… elle gémit et mouille abondamment… Sophie nous mate et se frotte les cuisses subrepticement… mais j’ai l’œil et je vois bien son petit jeu! Elle se masturbe discrètement tandis que je gode Nedjma sous ses yeux pleins de désir…

(à suivre…)

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Je m’appelle Karine, 19 ans, étudiante. Je devais faire un stage en entreprise et, ayant un peu la flemme de chercher, je m’étais dit que j’allais demander à mes parents de le faire dans leur société.

J’en discutais donc le soir même au diner. Ma mère, Caroline, 45 ans, DRH dans cette entreprise parut sceptique pour ne pas dire totalement hostile à cette idée ce qui me surpris. Mon père, Antoine, 50 ans, directeur commercial, parut tres ennuyé que je fasse cette requête ce qui me surpris encore plus. J’insistais et le ton monta rapidement. Ils semblaient vraiment opposés à ce stage sans que je ne parvienne à en comprendre la raison!

Le lendemain matin, j’attendais que mon père finisse de se préparer, il avait proposé de me déposer au Lycée. La sonnette de l’entrée retentit et j’allais ouvrir la porte de notre pavillon. Nous habitons dans une ville chic de la région parisienne. Deux femmes se tiennent devant l’entrée. Je suis immédiatement frappée par leurs regards durs et autoritaires . Elles sont vétues de mini jupes en cuir noires sur des collants noirs et montés sur des escarpins vernis. Des talons claquent derriere moi. Ma mère vient voir qui a sonné.

Et bien ma chérie, qui est ce qui…

c’est mots se bloquent dans sa gorge, je la voit distinctement blèmir sous son maquillage.

Les deux filles entrent d’emblée dans la maison et referme la porte. Elles font la bise à ma mère qui se laisse faire sans vraiment de réactions.

Je ne comprends pas l’attitude de maman.

Une des fille se tourne vers moi souriante.

Salut, je m’appelle Marine, je suis une collègue de ta mère.

Et moi c’est Audrey! Me lance l’autre fille.

Je me présente, subjuguée par Audrey et Marine. Je les trouve impressionnante. Plus jeunes que mes parents, elles sont très belles toutes les deux , grandes, elles dégagent un telle magnétisme que j’en suis émue.

Marine se tourne vers ma mère.

Comme on était dans le coin , on c’est dit avec Audrey que vous pourriez nous emmener au boulot?

Ma mère acquiese d’un hochement de tête sans dire un mot.

Audrey n’arrete pas de kahramanmaraş escort me regarder, elle lance à Caroline.

Tu nous avais caché que ta fille était aussi jolie.

Je rougis violemment sous le compliment.

Mon père arrive a ce moment prècis dans le salon.Il semble très surpris de voir Audrey et Marine.

Elles font la bise à mon père.

Tu nous offres un café avant de partir? Propose Audrey à ma mère.

Caroline hoche la tête et va préparer des cafés dans la cuisine. Je m’assoie dans le canapé et Audrey et Marine s’installe chacune a coté de moi me coincant entre toutes les deux. Il y a de la place sur le canapé mais elles se serrent contre moi. Je sens leurs jambes se coller aux mienne et cela me met dans un état que je n’ose décrire. Mes mains sont moitent. Audrey me susurre à l’oreille :

T’es vraiment canon ma chérie…

Je rougis encore plus fort. Mon père est sortie pour faire chauffer la voiture a t’il dit.

Marine se lève et se dirige vers la cuisine suivi d’Audrey.

J’attends sagement leurs retours. Essayant de reprendre mon souffle , me demandant ce qui m’arrive.

Le temps passe et elles ne reviennent pas. Il ne faut pas deux heures pour faire des expressos!

Soudainement intriguée par tout ça, je me lève à mon tour et me dirige tout doucement vers la cuisine. Je découvre une scéne qui me laisse sans voix. Caroline, ma mère, jupe troussée, dévoillant ses jambes gainées de bas couleur chair, en équilibre sur ses talons aiguilles crèmes, se fait branler par Marine qui a introduit son index et son majeur dans la fente de maman. Elle les fait coulisser rapidement dans la chatte de ma mère qui halète et secoue la tête dans tous les sens en gémissant. Audrey, elle, filme la scéne avec son téléphone portable.

T’aime ca salope!! Ca te rappelle le boulot!

Divers sentiments m’envahissent alors. De la honte, de la colère de voire ma maman se faire traiter de salope mais aussi de l’excitation car visiblement Caroline prend son pied a etre traité ainsi par Marine. Audrey retroussa sa jupe en kastamonu escort cuir et ordonna à Caroline de se mettre a genoux devant elle. Ma mère obeit et se prosterna devant la jeune femme.

Suce moi la chatte salope!

Marine empoigna les cheveux de ma mère et la poussa en avant. Audrey écarta son string, ma mère sortit timidement sa langue et commença à lécher la fente dégoulinante de mouille d’Audrey.

Maintenant , je suis complèment excité par ce que je vois. Ma mère est en train de bouffer la chatte de sa collègue de travaille, je me demande même si en fait Audrey et Marine ne sont pas les subordonnées de maman. Ma main part bien malgé moi vers ma chatte. Je me caresse a travers mon jean. J’entends les insultes des filles sur ma mère.

Quelle chienne, elle sait y faire

On la bien dressée faut dire

Caroline donne des coups de langue sur la fente d’Audrey qui gémit pendant que Marine donne des claques sur les fesses de maman qui commence a devenir rouge.

Je n’en peux plus. Je baisse mon jean et m’introduit deux doigts dans ma fente commençant à me masturber comme une folle, agitant mes doigts. Dans la cuisine, Marine branle ma mère pendant que celle ci continue de lécher la fente d’Audrey.

Soudain, Marine m’apperçut et poussa un cri!

Audrey, t’as la petite salope qui nous matte!

Je voulus fuir, mais Marine me rattrappa et m’entraina dans la cuisine a cote de maman qui c’est relevée, rouge de honte.

Eh bien Karine, ca t’excite de voir ta maman me lécher la chatte? Demanda Audrey goguenard.

Elle va lécher la chatte de sa chienne de mère!! hurla Marine, hystérique.

Cris de prostestation de maman!!

Mais rien n’y fait, je suis positionnée a quatres pattes devant maman qui hurle qu’elle ne veut pas. Marine lui enfonce un torchon dans la bouche l’etouffant a moitié. Audrey me pousse en avant et ma bouche se pose sur le pubis de Caroline qui gémit dans son baillon.

Audrey se met derriere moi, baisse mon jean d’un coup sec et me carresse la vulve. Marine, elle, souleve le haut de ma mère kayseri escort et dégage ses seins de son soutient-gorges. Elle suce les pointes en donnant de petits coups de langue. Je leche la fente de maman avalant sa mouille. Je gémis sous les caresses habiles d’Audrey. Elle me branle avec ses doigts maintenant les agitant violemment dans ma chatte. J’entends ma mère gémir sous mes coups de langue.

Un hurlement nous fait sursauter!

Mon père vient d’entrer dans la cuisine decouvrant l’ignoble spectacle.

Audrey et Marine ne lui laisse pas le temps de réagir. Elles se jettent sur lui et l’immobilise par terre en s’asseyant dessus. Mon père tente de se relever en vain. Nos deux tortionnaires lesbiennes nous ordonnent de nous caresser mutuellement. Horrifiées, nous hésitons maman et moi mais nous obeissons contraintes mais aussi excitées reconnaissons le . Ma main caresse la vulve de maman et maman fait pareil pour moi. Nous agitons nos doigts. Très vite nous gemissons toutes les deux en haletants ce qui fait rire Audrey et Marine. Audrey filme avec son portbale. Marine a relevé mon père et lui a ordonné de baisser son pantalon, elle lui sort son sexe et le masturbe pendant que ma mère et moi nous gémissons de plus en plus fort. Antoine se branle de lui même maintenant, agitant ses doigts autour de sa bite.

Maman eut la première un orgasme qui la laissa pantelante, je suivi juste après en pousant un hurlement.

Audrey et Marine nous mirent à genoux devant papa nous ordonnant d’ouvrir nos bouches. Papa se masturba un instant agitant son sexe en grognant et il cria quand des jets de spermes jaillirent allant s’ecraser sur nos visages. Maman en a dans les cheveux, sur le menton et j’en reçoit une petite quantité sur les les lèvres.

Nous sommes revenus dans le salon. Papa nous attends dans notre Mercedes pour m’accompagner au Lycée avec un peu de retard. Maman m’a fait un mot d’excuse. Audrey apperçoit soudain posé sur la table du salon le formulaire de demande de stage en entreprise.

Tu dois faire un stage? Me demande t’elle.

Oui, je voulais le faire chez maman mais elle ne veut pas.

Je commence à comprendre pourquoi du reste….

Audrey et Marine se regardèrent.

Oh mais il hors de questions que tu fassent ton stage ailleurs , n’est ce pas Caroline. Je sens qu’il va être très enrichissant ce stage. Tu vas voir!!

Je croise le regard de maman, elle est effondrée….

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Ceci est une histoire avec chantage et contrainte. Je remercie l’auteur original Wilcox010 de m’avoir permis de la traduire.

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Todd SPILLERS surfe sur internet comme le font la plupart des étudiants. Il est sur le site « Femmes en manque de sexe ». Il vient juste de fêter son 19ème anniversaire et il a eu un nouvel ordinateur pour cadeau.

Ses parents ont beaucoup déménagé car son père est un militaire de métier. Quand ils arrivent à Atlanta, Todd doit redoubler son année afin de rattraper le niveau pour pouvoir accéder à l’université. Il a donc un an de plus que la plupart des élèves de sa classe. De plus, sa stature physique lui a permis d’intégrer facilement l’équipe de football américain de la Smith High School.

Todd n’a pas de voiture comme ses principaux amis. En effet, ses parents lui ont promis une auto que s’il obtenait une bourse.

Il passe le contrôle d’âge du site et commence à surfer. Il trouve rapidement la section qui regroupe les annonces des femmes de sa région. Il parcoure les profils de celles qui ont une photo. Il continue jusqu’au bas de la liste où il remarque une annonce disant « Professeur d’anglais cherche sa muse ». Il clique sur le profil mais aucune photo n’apparait. Il voit sur ce profil que les photos sont seulement envoyées en privé et qu’il ne peut pas y avoir accès. Alors, il envoie un petit message à l’enseignante, lui indiquant qu’il est un bon candidat pour le poste de muse car il sait ce qu’elle veut et ce dont elle a besoin. Il signe son message d’un laconique « Maître T. ». Puis il se déconnecte afin de continuer à étudier pour les épreuves du lendemain.

Summer WAYNE s’ennuie ce jeudi soir alors elle navigue sur internet. Elle est mariée depuis 20 ans et a deux enfants. Mais son mari est en voyage d’affaire et ses deux fils jumeaux sont à l’université dans la capitale de l’état. Et sa meilleure amie Lisa est allée diner avec son époux.

Summer est professeur d’anglais au Lycée Smith High School depuis 10 ans. Elle a commencé à enseigner tard car elle et son mari ont voulu fonder une famille tout de suite après le mariage. Summer et James, son mari, se sont installés dans un style de vie d’une famille respectable de classe moyenne. Ils ont une belle maison, deux voitures, deux enfants et une vie romantique.

Parfois, elle se demande si elle n’a pas raté sa jeunesse mais elle se dit toujours qu’elle est une femme qui a la chance d’avoir une belle vie.

Summer est sur le point de se déconnecter lorsqu’elle remarque une notification lui indiquant qu’elle a un mail sur son site « secret ». Un petit peu nerveuse, elle pense attendre le lendemain pour l’ouvrir mais la tentation est trop grande. Elle voit que l’auteur est un peu trop jeune pour elle mais elle se sent flattée qu’un jeune trouve son profil assez intéressant pour lui écrire. Alors elle décide de lui répondre : « Je vous remercie pour votre message. J’aime votre profil. Mais je me demande pourquoi vous avez de l’intérêt pour un femme plus âgée que vous. Je joins une photo pour que vous vous fassiez une idée. Elle signe avec le pseudo Prof101.

La photo avait été prise un soir de week-end par son mari James alors qu’elle sortait de la voiture. Il aimait que Summer montre ses jambes sexy ainsi que sa petite culotte. Bien sûr, elle a caché son visage car elle doit être très prudente étant donné sa profession. Elle ne peut risquer que son image soit partagée sur internet.

Immédiatement après l’avoir envoyée, elle a un petit pincement dans l’estomac. Jamais elle n’a envoyé de photos d’elle sur internet. Mais elle se dit que son visage est flouté et que personne ne peut la reconnaitre. Elle se lève du bureau et décide d’aller prendre un bain.

Todd ne peut pas aller dormir. Son cerveau est en ébullition à cause des matières qu’il vient d’étudier et du site sur lequel il a surfé plus tôt. Alors il décide d’aller jeter un nouveau coup d’œil sur ce site. Donc il se connecte, et aussitôt il est étonné de trouver une réponse à son message signé Prof101. Il clique sur l’icône de courrier, lit le message et regarde la photo sexy d’une femme sortant d’une voiture. Ses jambes sont très longues et bronzées. Et il peut voir sa culotte jaune vif. Il pense tout de suite à une exhibitionniste. Il étudie la photo et essaie de deviner l’âge de la femme. D’après lui, elle a entre 38 et 42 ans.

Todd tape une réponse : « Cher prof101, je viens de trouver votre message ainsi que la photo très jolie. Toutefois je souhaiterai vous connaître un peu mieux avant de continuer à communiquer. Afin de voir si vous correspondez à ce que je cherche et si vous êtes assez bien hatay escort pour moi, pouvez-vous m’envoyer une autre photo un peu plus détaillée de ce corps très sexy. Maître T. »

Summer se détend dans sa baignoire. Elle se remet en mémoire ce week-end si spécial avec son mari. Elle se rappelle le regard du portier la voyant sortir de la voiture. Elle avait rougi de son embarras. Mais un pari était un pari et elle se doutait que le week-end avec son mari allait être amusant et divertissant.

Elle avait parié facilement car elle avait un full alors que son mari n’avait eu aucune bonne carte de la partie. Alors quand il annonça « Tapis », elle savait qu’elle couvrait totalement son pari et qu’il ne pouvait que perdre à son jeu favori : le poker.

Pourtant, il dit :

-Et si nous rendions cela un peu plus intéressant?

Summer lui répondit qu’elle ne voyait pas comment étant donné qu’il n’avait rien d’autre à parier. James lui proposa de faire l’effort d”accepter un week-end entier sa belle-mère si elle gagnait. Mais si elle perdait, elle devrait s’habiller comme il le voudrait et faire ce qu’il voudrait un week-end entier. Elle accepta rapidement pensant qu’il bluffait.

Elle étala devant elle son full aux dames par les dix. Mais elle se sentit inquiète quand elle regarda son mari dans les yeux. Puis elle le vit poser ses quatre rois. Elle fut estomaquée. Voilà ce qui a conduit à la première des nombreuses photos du week-end spécial ainsi qu’à son premier trio.

Ils entrèrent dans le bar juste à côté de l’hôtel. James lui avait demandé de porter une tenue très sexy qui lui donnait l’air un peu pute. Il lui avait fait mettre un soutien-gorge rouge qui ne couvrait pas ses mamelons ainsi qu’un string assorti. Elle avait des bas noirs, un petit gilet blanc et une mini-jupe très courte. Une paire de hauts talons noirs complétait son habillement.

Elle devait aller s’asseoir sur un tabouret au bar et commander une boisson. Et elle devait s’arranger pour que sa jupe soit assez remontée afin que chaque personne la regardant puisse voir le haut de ses bas.

Tandis que sa consommation arrivait, son téléphone l’avertit d’un texto. C’était son mari James qui lui disait combien elle était sexy et qu’il était très fier d’elle. Summer sourit et prit une gorgée de son gin tonic. Elle était nerveuse car, de toute sa vie, elle ne s’était jamais assise dans un bar toute seule.

Puis elle fut surprise par un mouvement derrière elle. Elle remarqua que deux hommes s’asseyaient sur les tabourets adjacents. Comme elle faisait face au bar, ils avaient une belle vue sur ses jambes. Elle pouvait sentir leurs regards.

Nerveusement, elle croisa les jambes et tira sur l’ourlet de sa jupe, maudissant son mari. Assise, elle n’avait aucun moyen de couvrir entièrement le haut de ses bas.

Elle sursauta quand elle sentit une main toucher son bras. C’était l’homme à côté d’elle qui lui demandait d’attraper une serviette. Elle essaya d’en saisir une mais son cul décolla légèrement du tabouret, faisant ainsi monter sa jupe un peu plus haut. L’homme la remercia et se présenta ainsi que son ami. Il s’appelait Bill et était avocat et son ami se prénommait Mike.

A ce moment, le téléphone annonça l’arrivée d’un nouveau texto de son mari. Elle l’ignora, perdue dans ses pensées, essayant d’ignorer sa jupe, ses jambes trop visibles ainsi que les hommes à côté. Son téléphone bipa à nouveau et Bill lui indiqua que quelqu’un cherchait à la joindre. Summer prit son appareil et lut le message : « Summer, tu n’es pas autorisée à tirer l’ourlet de ta jupe. Pour cette transgression, tu dois maintenant te tourner vers les deux hommes et décroiser tes jambes afin qu’ils puissent voir ta petite culotte. »

Elle savait qu’elle devait obéir parce qu’elle avait promis et qu’elle ne voulait pas que le week-end commence mal. Alors elle se tourna lentement vers Bill l’avocat et lui dit que c’était juste une amie qui l’informait qu’elle ne pourrait la voir aujourd’hui. Tout en parlant elle décroisa ses jambes.

Elle se pencha vers Bill et lui demanda d’où ils venaient avec son ami et pourquoi ils étaient là. Bill répondit qu’ils étaient venus pour le match de dimanche car ils étaient fan de l’équipe locale. Summer le vit regarder vers le bas, entre ses jambes. Et comme elle ne les croisa pas de nouveau, il lui sourit et lui demanda s’il pouvait lui offrir une boisson.

Lorsque celle-ci arriva, Bill la tendit à Summer et s’excusa pour aller aux toilettes. Quand il fut parti, Mike s’assit à sa place pour entamer une conversation avec elle. Il avait une vue directe sur le haut de ses bas et sa culotte.

Quand Bill ığdır escort tourna au coin des toilettes, il avança vers James. Ils se serrèrent chaudement la main. James demanda à Bill ce qu’il pensait de Summer. L’avocat lui répondit qu’il était heureux de la rencontrer et que tous leurs échanges de mails n’auraient pu décrire avec précision comment elle était sexy et belle. James dit à l’avocat qu’il devait continuer et essayer de l’exciter sexuellement. Il lui donna un petit sac en velours ainsi qu’une lettre. Il lui demanda de glisser le tout dans le sac de sa femme sans qu’elle s’en aperçoive.

Quand Bill revint au bar, il vit que Mike et Summer parlaient ensemble. Il s’approcha silencieusement et réussit à mettre le petit sac et la lettre dans le sac à main de la femme. Puis il reprit son siège, et en s’asseyant il posa sa main gauche sur la jambe de nouveau croisée de Summer. Il savait qu’elle avait encore enfreint une règle de James mais il ne dit rien.

Le téléphone bourdonna à nouveau. C’était un message de James qui lui demandait d’aller aux toilettes, ouvrir son sac à main et lire la lettre. Summer s’excusa auprès des deux hommes. Quand elle descendit sans aide de son tabouret, Bill et Mike eurent une vue directe sur son string rouge.

La lettre de James demandait à sa femme de prendre l’œuf dans le sac en velours et de le mettre dans sa chatte qu’il pensait déjà très humide. Summer fit glisser son string le long de ses jambes. Elle remarqua une légère tâche d’humidité sur le mince tissu. Cette moiteur trouvée sur sa culotte provenait du jus qu’elle trouva sur les lèvres de sa chatte. Elle commença à enfoncer l’œuf noir qui glissa avec facilité dans son vagin.

La lettre de James lui indiqua qu’il était dans le bar et qu’il la voyait mais qu’elle ne pouvait pas le voir. Il lui dit aussi qu’il n’était pas content qu’elle ait croisé ses jambes et qu’il allait devoir la punir pour cela.

Le texte demanda aussi à Summer de déboutonner tous les boutons de son chandail sauf les deux en dessous de ses seins. De cette façon, quiconque la regardera aura une vue directe sur son décolleté. Et si elle voit quelqu’un le regarder, elle devra se pencher en avant pour faciliter la vue sur sa poitrine.

Summer retourna à son tabouret au bar. Elle constata qu’il était maintenant entre Bill et Mike. Elle se rappela les instructions de son mari et elle ne tira pas sur sa jupe en s’asseyant, dévoilant ainsi le haut de ses bas.

A ce moment, l’œuf dans son sexe vibra, lui tirant comme un gémissement de douleur. Bill sut immédiatement de quoi il s’agissait, mais il réagit comme s’il craignait qu’elle se fût blessée. Il posa sa main droite sur sa cuisse en lui demandant si tout allait bien. La femme le sentit ainsi que le ralentissement de l’œuf à une vibration plus agréable. La main de Bill remonta le long de sa cuisse et toucha la peau crémeuse juste au-dessus du bas. Summer posa sa main sur celle de l’homme pour la repousser au loin. Immédiatement l’œuf se remit à vibrer plus puissamment dans sa chatte. Elle comprit que James la regardait et qu’il n’était pas content qu’elle ait repoussé la main de Bill.

Celui-ci se pencha pour lui chuchoter dans l’oreille qu’elle avait des jambes très sexy, de beaux yeux et de jolis seins. Ayant oublié de se pencher en avant, elle sentit l’œuf accélérer encore plus. Les vibrations la rapprochaient de l’orgasme mais elle pensa qu’elle ne pouvait quand même pas jouir sur le tabouret d’un bar.

Bill remit sa main sur sa cuisse. Alors elle s’inclina légèrement, son chandail s’ouvrit, laissant à l’homme une vue dégagée sur ses seins et ses mamelons durcis.

En même temps, elle sentit les mains de Mike caresser son dos et descendre vers son cul. Elle ne bougea pas, craignant la puissance de l’œuf vibrant mais celui-ci ralentit, revenant à une sensation plus facile à gérer.

Tandis que Mike passait sa main sous son chandail, elle sentit la main de Bill remonter le long de sa cuisse jusqu’à sa culotte. La main de Mike s’introduit dans sa jupe et joua avec la ficelle de son string. Son téléphone bipa à nouveau. Le message de son mari lui disait de s’excuser et de le rejoindre aux toilettes.

Il lui fallut un petit moment pour obtenir des deux hommes qu’ils retirent leurs mains baladeuses. Ils ne le firent qu’à la condition d’un baiser pour chacun. Ces baisers furent longs et profonds, les mains continuant à la tripoter.

Quand elle put enfin se libérer, elle courut presque à la rencontre de James à la porte des toilettes. Elle était si bouleversée et si excitée qu’elle s’inquiétait de perdre le contrôle.

Son mari lui demanda si elle était prête à retourner ısparta escort à l’hôtel. Elle dit tout de suite :

-OUI!

Mais il lui dit de retourner au bar, de dire à Bill et Mike qu’elle partait mais qu’ils pouvaient venir dans leur chambre passer la nuit. Summer fut stupéfaite et dit à son mari :

-Comment peux-tu me demander cela?

James répondit :

-Tu as fait un pari et tu as perdu. Je ne te demande pas de le faire mais je te l’ordonne.

La réaction de Summer à ce moment-là fut de répondre à son mari :

-Oui Monsieur.

Elle retourna au bar et murmura aux deux hommes ce que James voulait. Ils s’empressèrent de payer la note.

Dans l’ascenseur, Summer ne put savoir quelle main appartenait à quel homme. Elle avait un doigt dans sa chatte, un autre dans le cul et un troisième titillait son clitoris. Quand ils atteignirent le 24ème étage, elle était une totale épave, la jupe retroussée autour de la taille, le chandail complétement ouvert et du rouge à lèvres étalé autour de sa bouche. Elle sut qu’elle se souviendrait de cette nuit.

Alors que Summer pense à ce week-end dans sa baignoire, sa main droite se dirige lentement sous l’eau vers son sexe. Elle cherche son clitoris et frissonne lorsque son doigt trouve la cible. Avec sa main gauche, elle écarte les lèvres de sa chatte pour un meilleur accès. Tandis que l’index de sa main droite titille son clito, elle presse ses genoux contre les parois de la baignoire et sa main gauche remonte sur ses seins. Elle commence à pincer ses mamelons dures et érigés. Elle se concentre surtout sur le téton droit qui est le plus sensible. Elle sent l’orgasme monter. Alors elle frotte durement son clitoris et donne une torsion à son mamelon, la faisant ainsi jouir intensément.

Summer reste couchée dans l’eau de son bain jusqu’à ce qu’elle refroidisse. Puis, se levant, elle se regarde dans le miroir. Des bulles de savon s’accrochent à ses poils pubiens. Elle commence à se sécher et essuie les bulles sur son sexe. Elle frissonne en se rappelant l’orgasme qu’elle vient d’avoir.

Summer met son peignoir en soie et enveloppe ses cheveux mouillés dans une serviette. Elle finit de retirer son maquillage et se dirige vers la chambre quand elle aperçoit sur son ordinateur l’arrivée d’un message. Elle clique sur l’icône et l’email du site « secret » apparait. Elle le lit et pense : « Comment peut-il croire que peut-être je ne serais pas à son goût? »

Était-ce l’orgasme ou le verre de vin qu’elle venait de boire mais elle répond au message : « Maître T, C’est moi qui décide ce qui est le mieux pour moi et je n’apprécie pas la manière dont vous m’écrivez. Je crois que nous ne sommes pas compatibles. Afin que vous sachiez ce que vous allez manquer, je vais me décrire. Je suis une femme de 40 ans, 1m75, les cheveux bruns, les yeux noisette et 90C en poitrine. Je joins une image de moi afin que vous puissiez vous masturber en pensant à ce que vous venez de perdre ». Elle signe « Prof101 toujours à la recherche de sa muse ».

Ensuite, Summer accède au répertoire caché de son mari James qui contient toutes les photos du week-end. Elle avait découvert ce répertoire accidentellement. Elle sélectionne une image où on voit son reflet de dos dans un miroir. Mais alors qu’elle veut double-cliquer pour la joindre au message, elle éternue et, sans le savoir, envoie une photo où on la voit assise nue sur le meuble de la salle de bain. Sans s’être rendue compte de son erreur, elle envoie le message et éteint l’ordinateur.

Todd est surpris de recevoir une notification de courrier car il est très tard, surtout pour une femme sur un site de sexe. Il clique sur l’icône et est stupéfait de trouver la photo envoyée par Mme WAYNE, son professeur d’anglais, celle qui lui rend la vie difficile et l’oblige à rester étudier en classe pour rattraper son retard afin d’obtenir sa bourse. Cette photo la montre, complétement nue, assise sur un meuble de salle de bain, les jambes écartées, son sexe exposé en train de se baiser avec un gode noir de 20 centimètres environ. Sur son visage qui fixe l’objectif de l’appareil photo, Todd peut voir l’extase et le plaisir. Il lit le message et se dit : « Quelle salope ».

Todd réfléchit aux différentes options qui se présentent maintenant. Il devrait effacer cette photo et ne pas en faire cas. Mais une autre idée lui traverse l’esprit. Pourquoi ne pourrait-il pas profiter de la situation? Il pourrait avoir de meilleures notes, ne plus rester tard en classe et apprendre les bonnes manières à cette salope.

Todd télécharge l’image sur son ordinateur, le copie sur son smartphone et imprime deux copies.

En entrant dans son lit, il pense : demain tu es à moi petite prof ». Il regarde la photo et se masturbe jusqu’à ce qu’il éjacule. Il s’essuie, éteint la lumière et s’endort avec un sourire mauvais.

A suivre…

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