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Jilly had been running a sort of guest house for nearly two years. She didn’t need to do it but the money had come in handy and she’d been reasonably successful.

After the first six months of operation, she’d only had five or six clients (which was fine) but had decided to sign up with AirBnB. In truth, she hadn’t really increased her turnover of guests but they were now a slightly more varied and interesting bunch.

Just before she’d started her B no doubt overwhelmed with the situation had been a little limp for a variety of reasons.

His name was Kenny but he went under the pseudonym ‘Mr Chocolate Blue Eyez’ (the name under which he modelled: His dark skin and ice-chip blue eyes made him look dangerous and he had vast experience at photoshoots.)

One of the many understandable reasons for the limited success was Jilly’s insistence on the use of condoms (she had, understandably, refused to go bareback with a total stranger) but part of her had wondered if this relatively young, virile and well endowed man hadn’t found her as attractive as her boyfriend clearly did.

Though she had dismissed the whole experience and attempted to banish it from her memory, it had continued to bother her more than she was willing to admit to herself or her boyfriend who had maintained contact with this ‘BBC’, occasionally promising him a ‘rematch’ and offering him some Viagra style pills to keep him hard for an entire night. Jilly was not keen but part of her, very deep down and well hidden, wanted the chance to prove herself, particularly as she now felt lean of body; empowered by a new eating and exercise regime and looking and feeling stronger than she had for a decade.

Her boyfriend had suggested, on many and numerous occasions, that they share another session but THIS time at her house where (he insisted) it would have a more relaxed atmosphere, they wouldn’t be chased out of the rooms at cleaning time and crucially it wouldn’t cost him any more money. Jilly was steadfast in her denial. There was no way she was allowing this particular ‘BBC’ over her threshold. He had, in her estimation, ‘disrespected’ her by not being available to fuck her all night.

Added to that, she didn’t want him knowing where she lived.

To that, her boyfriend assured her quite accurately that he already knew her address and this proved (he insisted) that he was trustworthy and not a weird stalker-type.

In the past two months, her and her boyfriend had tried a ‘multiple partner’ session and had enjoyed a very satisfying foursome with two hugely impressive guys and she was now waiting for another opportunity to experience something like that again.

Meanwhile, by way of a ‘thank you’ her boyfriend had been plying her with gifts of clothes and she was happily strutting around the town in her latest presents whenever she could.

When the gifts arrived, her boyfriend would always follow up with a slightly controlling message that read something like, ‘I’ve bought you all this stuff. I own you, you know that, right?’

The last time they’d met, he’d once again suggested that they rekindle their BBC interest with Kenny and invite him to her home. Again, she’d pushed back strongly and said that she wouldn’t want a stranger in his house.

“You have strangers in your house all the time!”

“What do you mean?”

“AirBnB! Those people are complete strangers and…”

There was silence for a moment as they stared at each other.

“Okay. Never mind. Forget it.”

He didn’t seem stroppy or upset. He had just decided, it seemed, to suddenly lose interest.

The subject was dropped and they ventured upstairs to make love.

Their relationship was complicated and yet simple. They met for sex but the interplay between them was deep and based on an intimate understanding. He wanted to control her and, weirdly for someone so strong, she wanted to be controlled. He bought her clothes and had, a few months’ previously, had a CCTV camera installed in her bedroom so that he could observe her at any time of the day. Rather than finding this intrusive and creepy, she found it comforting and flattering.

During their love-making, he would make sure to get the best angles in relation to the camera for his viewing pleasure later on.

Day One – Jilly

A few days later, I was checking my emails when my inbox ‘pinged’ to signify a message had arrived. It was from AirBnB to say that a potential guest had made an enquiry. I clicked on the link and my eyes widened. There, staring at me from the screen was Kenny; Mr Chocolate Blue Eyez. He was enquiring as to the availability of my room this coming Friday.

‘Hi

I am going to a work’s ‘do’ on Friday and wanted to hopefully leave work, find somewhere nice to stay (to shower and get cleaned up) before venturing in to town and then not having to catch a late night bus home (or worse, walk!)

Your place looks perfect and though it’s a little above my budget, I thought I may as well treat myself as it’s also my birthday soon!

I fatih escort bayan hope you can fit me in.

Yours

Ken’

I stared at the screen; ideas racing through my head; trying to figure out what this was.

It could be genuine, I pondered. Perhaps he had no idea who I was and he simply wanted to rent the room exactly as he’d described.

Alternatively, (and more likely, I thought) he knew exactly who I was and wanted to finally find his way back into close proximity (and why wouldn’t he? I was feeling and looking amazing these days!)

Then suddenly it struck me. This was my boyfriend’s idea of a joke. He was impersonating him and trying to wind me up. This had his fingerprints all over it, in fact. He had often played practical jokes on me and I started to relax and then started to giggle a little. He was incorrigible.

So I decided to play along.

Dear ‘Ken’

Yes, the room is free that night and you’re in luck as I’m happy to offer you a half price reduction provided you’re willing to dispense with breakfast. And as a goodwill gesture (seeing as it’s your birthday soon!) I’m perfectly willing to tuck you in! Ha ha ha

I look forward to receiving your ‘confirmation’ soon.

Regards

Jilly

I re-read it twice and, satisfied that this was in fact NOT someone called Kenny but my mischievous boyfriend, pressed ‘send.’

No reply came and I went to bed and slept a little fitfully.

Day One – The Puppet Master.

Ken and I had been in fairly constant contact over the past weeks. I had insisted to him that I was working on a plan and just needed the right opportunity. I even said that I ‘guaranteed’ that he’d be fucking our MILF before the year was out.

“Those are brave words!” Ken had written back.

“But I look forward to laying my hands on the bitch again soon. From the pictures and videos of her from her bedroom (how the fuck did you persuade her to have CCTV put in her room?) she’s looking fit, toned and ready to experience some Ken magic!!”

But the email I finally had sent to her was without Ken’s consent. All I knew was that Ken was free this coming Friday night and I had told Ken to keep it that way.

“I have a plan, my man!”

My email was polite and direct and I was grinning as I composed it on behalf of my living and breathing ‘friend’.

Her reply was a little surprising but showed that she believed me to be posing as Ken. That was fine. I half expected an email from her (directly to my personal inbox) telling me what a great joke it was but none came. So I decided to wait before sending a reply on Ken’s behalf to let her stew.

However, a few hours later, I sent an email directly from me making no mention of it (of course) and instead focussing on my plans for her and me in the future AND alluding to the fact that I was unavailable this coming weekend.

Hopefully, she would perhaps start to worry just a little.

Day Two – Jilly

Later the next day came the reply.

Hi Jilly

Wow! I don’t really know what to say! That’s incredibly generous. Though I’m disappointed not to get the breakfast (all the reviews say it is one of the main reasons to stay!) I’m delighted with the reduction in price as I was struggling to justify it to myself.

Tucking me in will be a bonus but I’m sure that was a joke (though I may still hold you to it! LOL!)

Please book me in. I’ll be arriving just after 6pm on Friday.

Regards

Ken

ps. Can I please check the house rules with regard to a last-minute, additional guest? I’d rather know in advance.

I stared at this and re-read it several times. My stomach started to cramp a little as I began to consider that this was in fact NOT my boyfriend. Could it actually be genuine?

“Oh fuck!” I said out loud.

I considered what to do next. I could make up an excuse and cancel but I was a stickler for the rules and as the room had said ‘available’ online, I felt I couldn’t just suddenly make it unavailable. Alternatively, I could let it play out.

I decided to contact my boyfriend and ask him outright.

I wrote a terse and direct email telling him that the joke had gone far enough.

His reply (as always) was fairly instantaneous.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t spoken to Ken for weeks. And what joke?”

“Oh fuck!” I said out loud again and I couldn’t help but be a little cross with him as it was him who’d made the introductions in the first place.

I spent the rest of the day pondering my predicament and after much consideration, decided I would have to let it play out. I would be the perfect hostess but promised myself that I wouldn’t lead him on, so decided to ‘dress down’ as opposed to dressing to impress.

I smirked to myself.

The very fact I was thinking about it meant I’d probably end up doing exactly the opposite ESPECIALLY if my boyfriend became involved now that I’d told him what was happening.

I istanbul bayan escort wrote back.

Dear Ken

I’m looking forward to hosting you.

The house rules are fairly strict I’m afraid so if you ‘get lucky’ on your night out, you may have to make other arrangements. But thank you for being so considerate in asking! Most people wouldn’t bother.

Perhaps, if you have had to say goodnight to someone for whom you had ‘bedroom plans’, me tucking you in would be a mistake! Ha ha. (and yes, it was a joke!)

I attach the link for payment.

See you after 6pm on Friday.

Yours,

Jilly.

Within 15 minutes, I had confirmation of payment. The die had been cast.

Day Two – The Puppet Master.

My reply on behalf of Ken (I felt) was perfectly weighted; striking the perfect balance of light -hearted flirtatiousness as well as stating ‘Ken’s’ intention to bring someone back with him given half a chance.

I knew her so well that these statements would make her ‘up’ her game and think, ‘how dare he (Ken) think about bringing someone back to my house when I’m the most attractive woman he’ll meet, period!’

I knew that she’d now be mentally running through what to wear and how to act to show Ken that she was the only woman worth fucking even though she’d deny it.

Within a few minutes, my own, personal email account was buzzing with indignation and a little panic.

Dear Boyfriend

Okay. The joke’s gone far enough. I know you’re posing as ‘Kenny/Chocolate’. Enough is enough. I have a good mind to book it in and make you pay!!

Yours (annoyed but still desperate to see you!)

Jilly

I read it and laughed out loud at her obvious panic. Before I replied, I tried to consider all the angles and what her true concerns were should this scenario actually be genuine (which I hoped it soon would be!)

I wrote back, denying all knowledge and asked her to explain what was going on.

Dear Boyfriend.

Out of the blue yesterday, someone called Kenny contacted me. His profile picture was…him! The one we had our threesome with! Fuck!!

He wanted to book the room in my house as he has a work’s ‘do’. He didn’t allude to knowing who I was and I assumed it was you playing a joke but it would appear not! WTF?

What should I do? I’ve said all along I don’t want him in the house and now…!

I’ll have to think what to do. I suppose I can say I’m going away suddenly. I don’t know.

x

I wrote back, trying to force the last piece of the jigsaw in place.

Dear Jilly

Firstly, Ken’s a really good lad. I’ve always said so, haven’t I?

From what you’ve said, he just doesn’t want to have to schlep all the way home after work to then come back into town and then have to get a night bus home. My guess that he doesn’t even know that it’s you.

Having said that, can you imagine his face when you open the door in some fantastically short skirt and high heels and show him to his room? Delicious doesn’t really cover it!! In fact, you look so fucking hot at the moment that he’ll probably pass on the work’s ‘do’ and say he just fancies a night in!

And if you look as stunning as you always do, he will definitely be wanting to make a midnight visit to you to show his appreciation for the half price room!! (I can’t believe you of all people suggested that! Unless, subconsciously you WANTED him to have an excuse to book!)

I think you should let him come and stay. You never know, you might end up urging him to try a different bed!!

I wish I could stay too so that we could have an all-night threesome but I’m, unfortunately, tied up.

Take care (and ‘let the poor boy in,’ is my advice!)

x

Within an hour, ‘Ken’ received the email confirming the booking.

I wrote an email informing Ken that he would finally have sole access to Jilly. All he needed to do was be impressive as a person…and in the sack!

Dear Ken,

The deal is done. She is going to be expecting you after work on Friday after 6pm. I’ve paid for the room already.

Make sure you are charming. Chat her up good and proper. If you want to maintain the cover story, go out for a couple of hours but don’t get tanked up. But you’ll need your wits about you and be able to think on your feet. If you get it right, you’ll be taking her through the night and if you REALLY get it right, a return match (or several) is a guarantee.

Lastly, I will leave an envelope for you by her front gate (behind it so it can’t be seen from the road.) In it, you’ll find a little blue pill or two. That should be enough to keep you hard for most of the night!! When/if you gain access to her, give her one from me!! Ha ha ha

Over the next few hours, I sent a series of emails detailing her penchants, her likes and her dislikes. I fed him some lines and told him how I thought it would go and to be ready for this or that. I told him very intimate secrets of what turned her on and how bağcılar escort bayan to fine tune it.

By the time I’d finished, I hoped he had a fail-safe guidebook to seduce and fuck my MILF mistress.

Day Two – Ken

So my ‘mate’ sorted me out a night with the filthy MILF!

I appreciated that because I really wanted to get some one-on-one with her as I remembered her fantastic fucking curves from last time and THIS time I wanted to dip and dip and fuck and fuck.

I knew that once she sampled my cock, she’d find it hard to get fucked by anyone else ESPECIALLY her poor excuse of a boyfriend.

I decided to play it just the way he said I should…up to a point. Then I’d do some improvising. Or maybe try some planning of my own.

Friday – Jilly

My boyfriend, having now heard the entire story first hand was excited on my behalf and insisted on coming to see me on the Friday morning for a calming fuck, sandwiched between two pep talks (though I seem to remember him saying he wasn’t available!)

“So, be cool but not too cool. If you play it right, he’ll be sliding himself into your bed in the middle of the night and wanting to bang you rigid. Remember, I’ll be watching for signs of life!” He said, pointing at the camera.

“But I’m not sure I want him sliding into my bed!” I said protesting.

He waved the thought away almost not hearing it.

“What are you going to be wearing?” He asked.

“Oh! I haven’t even thought about it. I’m trying to be the perfect host!”

“You’ll be the perfect host by dressing like a total fucking tart!”

He strode to my wardrobe and started rifling through.

“Okay. This, this, these and no knickers. A bra is optional if you think it’ll help!”

He’d laid out a tiny leather skirt, a tight, white, ribbed vest top and a pair of black high heeled platform boots. Hardly appropriate hosting gear. I ventured. Again, my protestations were waved away but he turned earnestly.

“Remember, if you need guidance on what to do, email me, text me, FaceTime me. Whatever. I have a sixth sense on these things and will always guide you right, okay?”

Unusually, he then asked if I would make him a green tea. He had to use the bathroom and wanted also to check Ken’s room. He picked up his rucksack and took it with him. I thought no more of it. I made tea.

When he came down he was clutching a small camera similar to the one in my bedroom.

“I bought you another one for additional security the next time you’re away.”

He placed it on a shelf above the main cooking area. He spent a few minutes pairing it and seeing that the angles were right via his smart phone.

We chatted some more and then kissed passionately and I ached to feel him inside me again but there was no time. I had things to do.

With a last kiss and a desperate hand on the lump in his trousers, I let him go.

Friday – the Puppet Master.

I was due to arrive mid morning.

Though I’d carefully orchestrated everything that was about to happen today, I couldn’t help but feel more than a little jealous that my ‘buddy’ was about to spend the night with my MILF; to do with her (more or less) as he pleased.

Before I strode to her door, I deposited the envelope which I’d enclosed in a waterproof pocket behind the gate out of sight of the road and out of sight of a casual glance from the house. In it were two blue pills. With these blue wonder-pills, Ken had a four to six hour window of opportunity per pill (provided there was sexual attraction.) Ken would be hard and ready for most of the night and more.

My cock was almost sore at the thought of a 12 hour marathon but twitched at the thought of her bare pussy’s wet, puffy lips inviting a hard cock to bury itself within her.

Once I was in the door, we kissed deeply and my cock was instantly hard. We broke away.

“So, are you excited?”

“I’m nervous. I have no idea what to expect. He may find me hideous and not even know who I am!”

I chose my words carefully as I was aware that Ken knew exactly who she was and what he would get if he played his cards right.

“Look. I think you have to take this at face value. He’s booked the room and may not know who you are. If he recognises you, it’s then up to you. It’ll be a game of chess!! But looking at you now, he’ll definitely want to fuck you. He’d be mad not to want to!”

I gave her a few pointers and signs to look out for before taking her upstairs, stripping her naked and – after making her cum with my tongue and mouth – fucked her quick and hard, the wetness from her pussy making sucking noises as I pumped into her at differing angles. I came inside her and fell onto her, breathing heavily.

“Oh fuck! Your pussy never ceases to amaze me, you fucking sexy bitch!”

We lay there for a few minutes before we got up in unison and went to the shower together and tenderly soaped one another, kissing as we went.

Unbelievably, I was hard again and managed to slide my cock into her from behind. She came again (with her, once the first orgasm was achieved, they then arrived like a rolling tide.) I kept ploughing on but knew that I had to be somewhere so once she had cum a fourth time, I reluctantly stopped, pulled out and soaped my cock, urging her not to touch it as I’d have had to fuck her again!! She giggled but obeyed.

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I’ve been staying in Seoul for a couple of weeks when a friend mentioned the term ‘booking club’ in a discussion about the local night club scene. I never heard of that before and it turned out that there are a number of clubs in Seoul with a quite unique system that allows men & women getting hooked up.

I was told that the clubs have a relatively high number of tables, some even separate rooms and that usually groups of guys go there to meet woman. Unlike typical night clubs, the dance floor is pretty small. The guys are buying all the drinks and also platters with side dishes such as fruit and other snacks. The waiters, there are many of them, are not only brining the food and drinks to the table, they also bring the girls. Yes, that’s right – they bring the girls.

Many of the women hang out in some waiting area close to the restrooms where they can take care of their make up or they stay on the dance floor. As soon as they are anywhere else, one of the waiters will grab them and bring them to a table or into a room and sit them next to a guy. Some of the girls are reluctant and protest, some are just following. However, they are usually OK with that as they knew what to expect before going there, although sometimes a girl was not told about it before and that means she is in for a small surprise.

I was also told that the better clubs with that system are often packed with girls because of a number of scouts that go to the restaurants and coffee shops in the area and talk girls into going to the club later that night. Having some fun and getting free drinks all night is doing the trick for many. As the clubs are frequently visited by richer guys and sometimes celebrities, this seems to work quite well.

So, once the girl sits next to a guy, they usually check each other out and introduce themselves to each other and the girl typically within seconds decides to stay or leaves (just to be brought to another table).

It gets tricky by guys giving tips to the waiters requesting special girls and sometimes even girls tip the waiters to be brought to a specific table.

After I heard that story, I could not really believe it. I mean, I have seen many really interesting things in Korea and I believed my friend told me the truth, but at the same time it was a bit hard to understand it without seeing it.

Around a week later on a weekday, I had just finished dinner with a business partner, my friend called me and asked if I want to join him and a couple of other guys in ‘the’ club. I first did not know what exactly he was referring to – honestly, I simply did not make the connection to the story I heard before at that moment. Anyway, I had no plans for the rest of the evening, so I agreed and minutes later I was sitting in a taxi going to the most fanciest booking taksim escort bayan club in Seoul – Club I in the basement of the Riviera Hotel.

I meet my friend in front of the building and we walked in together. Just the scenery was great, beautiful woman everywhere and even by only passing by I could already see the action going on, waiters dragging and pushing girls reluctantly to some table, a nice small dance floor full with gorgeous hot women, dancing to the latest electronic dance music.

It turned out that we had a separate room and when we reached it, there were two other guys in there, each of them with a nice girl sitting next to them. We joined the group and started drinking.

Only minutes later, a waiter came in and brought in a girl and sat her next to me. We smiled at each other and probably did not want to be with a foreigner and immediately stood up and walked out. Well, it did not matter, less than three minutes later the next young woman sat next to me.

In less than one hour, I talked to 6 different girls, saw another 3 that sat next to me but got out instantly. I meet a flight attendant, a professional dancer, two students, a Korean American only there for a 3 day holiday and really cute English teacher. I did not drink very much until then and had quite some fun, also some of the other guys meet interesting girls and no matter how it continued it would be a memorable evening in any case.

After I was without a girl next to me for a few minutes, the waiter brought in a new woman. I immediately liked her when I saw her because she did not look too overdressed. Many Korean girls are using too much make up which is nice, but I personally prefer the natural look. It turned out that she speaks English quite well and she was 29, one year older than me. She was dressed in a loose blouse with bra under it and tight jeans. Her body was average I guess, she was not too skinny, her breasts were not huge but still noticeable.

We both liked each other instantly. She told me that she had just went to a job interview for her dream job at a very important travel agency but was turned down. She was really down and quite sad about it but decided to join her group of friends to go to the club to get her mind of it. Actually, it turned out they were scouted from a coffee shop nearby.

She also told me a lot about her experience when she lived in Japan for some years and how different the countries are. We talked about the different views on relationship and even sexual life in the countries and I was surprised how open she talked about it, many Koreans are very conservative about such topics. With my experience about Korean and Japanese culture, I was an active participant and we both enjoyed the whole istanbul escort bayan scene a lot.

Later in the evening, she had to go to the restroom. The problem in this club is that girls coming out of the restroom are usually picked up by the waiters again and sent somewhere else, so I decided to go with her and waited in front of it. When she came out, she was surprised to see me there as she thought I might had already given up on her feeling the other girls would have been more pretty but of course I just had to wait for her.

On the way back to our room, in a slightly darker corner, she suddenly started to french kiss me without any warning. Wow – I was really surprised. It was a corner in the room, but still people could see us. It was great and it went on for several minutes. I really felt it took even longer. Both of us have drunk that night, but actually not much, so we could both fully enjoy everything.

One of my friends saw us and when we finally went back into the room, he suggested to get a room upstairs in the hotel. I asked her and she did not answer, still he had already started to arrange it for us – one of the conveniences that the club is in the same building as the hotel. We sat down again, had a bit more alcohol and continued talking, until my friend announced that he and his guys decided to leave. When we got up and walked out of the room, he handed me the room key for the hotel room upstairs.

I showed the key to her and asked her if she wants to join and again she did not reply but simply smiled. I walked with her towards the elevator going up to the hotel rooms and she entered it with me. Inside, we kissed again as we rode up to our floor.

Once we stepped into the room, she noticed that she forgot her handbag in the locker down at the club and said she wants to go downstairs to pick it up. I was a bit worried then, because I thought she might have changed her mind. I said it would be OK and I would go with her but she then turned her face around to look me into the eyes and pushed me on the bed – her handbag suddenly seemed forgotten.

We kissed each other like crazy this time, with her laying on top of me. After some time we were slowly undressing each other. I felt her ass with one hand pulled under inside the tight jeans she was wearing and then moved it around and opened the front of her trousers, she started to touch my chest after she had opened my shirt.

I was getting very aroused and she kissed my chest with the main focus on my left nipple, she even bite it and I loved it. She moved her head down lowly until she licked around my tights. I was getting fully rock hard for her at that moment and my cock head pushed itself out through the underpants.

After turning around and rearranging beyoğlu escort bayan ourselves, we both took of our remaining clothes. I started licking and kissing her body in all different areas. Her breasts have been quite small and I loved them, especially her nipples that stood up and where perfect for licking and sucking.

I went down her body with my head and soon started licking around her labia and inside her pussy. I noticed she was very aroused and quite wet. You see, I love giving oral pleasure to women, and especially in this case the taste was delicious. There was a small smooth patch of pussy hair just above her clit and it looked beautiful. Once her clit was more visible, I started licking and sucking there and her response was very nice. She put her hands on my head and encouraged me to continue what I was doing more and faster.

After some time she came. She became a lot louder suddenly! Her body was shacking a bit more than before and it was an amazing feeling.

It took some time for her to relax again and I used that to get a condom and put it myself on my dick. I slowly started fucking her pussy with me on top of her and looked into her eyes. We kissed more while I slowly increased my rhythm and pushed more and more deep into her.

Not soon after I came, she was so exhausted that she started sleeping. I pulled the blanket over her to make sure she is not getting cold and then snuggled under the blanket next to her.

In the morning, I woke up just before her. When she woke up, she was surprised to see me but then instantly remembered and we started chatting a little bit. We talked about her experience in Japan more and she told me of the things she does not like in Korea, especially the moral views about sex. She told me Japan is crazy but she preferred that culture to Korea when it comes about sexuality. The discussion really turned me on and she started to fondle my dick with her left hand and I became hard quite soon.

She started to give me a hand job slowly while we still talked and our discussion got more naughty. I fondled her breasts and her ass. Then she moved over me and saw there was another condom next to the bed and unpacked it. She put it on my dick and then sat on it. I moved it inside her pussy while she slowly moved down. After starting slow movements, she moved her body forward and her head down and we kissed again for a long time. She really enjoyed riding up and down on my morning erection. When she moved her body up again, I touched her breasts sometimes but actually I simply enjoyed looking into her eyes and she looked in my face with passion until she closed her eyes, moved her body back and increased the speed of her movements. Soon after that she started moaning loudly again and after some time I was coming. Luckily I still stayed hard and she continued moving up and down until she came as well and then moved back to the side next to me.

A bit later, we took a shower together and focused on cleaning each other. We then went together to have some late breakfast.

I had a business meeting that day in the morning and of course I was quite late …

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“Are you sure John is cheating on you?” Pastor Eaton asked.

Not knowing where to turn I had made an appointment with Pastor Eaton to see what I should do after I learned my husband of seven years was having an affair with who I thought was my best friend, Dianne McLean

John had been seen going into the Red rose Motel with McLean in the middle of the afternoon when he was supposed to be at work. Gert Curley had seen them and Gert was an impeccable source of information.

“Yes, I am sure.” I begin to sob.

“OK, just take a deep breath and relax, it’s not as bad as you think.” Eaton attempted to comfort me.

“But what about the children?” I whined.

John and I had two children, Alley our five-year-old and Trevor who was two.

“The children don’t need to know.” Eaton said.

“But I can’t go on like this!” I groaned.

“You can confront him and more than likely have it escalate where it could threaten your marriage or you could reassess your own conduct.” The pastor advised.

“I don’t understand?” I was confused.

“If you don’t say anything these things usually run themselves out but in the meantime you can have your own fun so it doesn’t bother you so much.” Eaton explained.

It was not the answer I had expected.

“Go home and think about it and I will see you again tomorrow at two.” Eaton dismissed me.

Mary-Anne Easton was bent over Eaton’s desk, her jeans and panties around her ankles. Eaton was sowing his seed into the submissive teens fertile garden.

Easton had confided in Eaton about her father’s inappropriate behavior after she had passed through puberty. The pretty eighteen-year-old revealed that her father had begin touching her and progressed to having intercourse with her.

Eaton told Marry-Anne it was a daughter’s duty to look after the needs of her father and that she should lovingly offer him the gift of her body. To reinforce it was the proper thing to do Eaton had partaken of the naïve beauty in hi study.

“Thank you pastor,” Mary-Anne said pulling up her jeans with a fresh load of Eaton’s sperm safely within her womb.

“Silly girl” thought Eaton, “When she discovers she’s pregnant she will assume it is her father’s child”.

“I would like you to come and see me again next week to see how you are doing Mar-Anne.” Eaton said as she left.

I was a bit more objective when I arrived at Eaton’s study the following afternoon.

“I don’ t think I really understand what you said yesterday.” I started the session.

“If your husband thinks it is OK for him to cheat on you then why isn’t it OK for you to do it?” Eaton proposed.

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that!” I protested.

In all of our marriage I had been satisfied with John and my sex life and had not even thought about anyone else.

“And why not?” Eaton persisted.

“I’m just not like that.”

“You could be?” Eaton suggested.

Was I going crazy? Was my pastor advising me to commit adultery?

“How?” I inquired.

“You could have your own affair and take your mind off John’s indiscretion.” Eaton suggested.

“And who could I trust to have this affair with?” I challenged.

“Me!” Eaton smiled.

Brian Eaton was like a father to me/ I had been attending the Normanhurst Baptist Church since we had moved onto Tolton Avenue not long after we were married. John was not much of a churchgoer but I liked to attend and later took the children along with me.

It was a small congregation and Pastor Eaton and his wife Helen barely managed on his meager stipend. Money aside, Pastor Eaton served with the zeal of the Good Sheppard caring for his flock before his own needs.

Eaton was a man of about fifty or so I would say, bespectacled and not particularly handsome but always had a warm welcoming smile on his face. It was hard not to love him.

“Are you serious?” I said in shock.

“Very!” Eaton assured me.

“But what about Mrs. Eaton?” I asked beşiktaş escort bayan even though I was not considering his proposal.

“Like John. She will never need to know about it.” He said. “It is a big step, sleep on it before you give me your answer.”

I went home with Eaton’s proposal swimming in my mind. Could I possibly do such a thing? I knew I could trust Eaton to be discreet; he would not want to be found out anymore than me. I knew he would be kind and gentle with me. That night I convinced myself to try the pastor’s suggestion.

“Hello Mrs. McLean?” Eaton spoke into the phone.

“Yes,” the uncertain female voice answered.

“This is Pastor Eaton of Normanhurst Baptist Church. A matter of importance involving you has come to my attention that we need to discuss.” Eaton greeted the unfaithful wife.

“What is that pastor?” Dianne McLean asked.

“I think you better come to my office tonight after dinner to discuss it.” Eaton proposed.

After giving his next prey directions to his office her hung up the phone and prepared to seduce the adulteress.

Dianne arrived at 7 pm dressed in a conservative blue print dress scattered with miniature pink roses. The neckline was high, not emphasizing her generous breasts and Eaton Immediately saw why John Greene was fucking her.

“I am so glad you could come.” Eaton greeted her.

“What is this about?” Dianne asked taking the seat opposite Eaton’s desk.

“It has come to my attention that you are having an affair with John Greene.” Eaton stated.

Dianne McLean turned white; a look of anguish covering her face.

“It will do no good to deny it.” Eaton added.

Eaton loved having females in this position, under his power and willing to do anything to stay in his favor.

“Are you going to tell Michelle?” she whimpered.

“That depends on you.” Eaton smiled.

We met in Carver City, an hour’s drive from Jarvis where we would not be recognized. Eaton did not wear a dog collar so it was not obvious that he was a cleric. He had arrived before me and booked a room at the Carriage Inn on the outskirts of town. We met at the Dunkin Donut and drove to the motel in Eaton’s plain green Chevy. He went ahead and unlocked the door and I hurried into the room behind him.

Eaton was looking forward to fucking my brains out. Dianne had been a good fuck but I was the prize he was looking forward to. I had even been dumb enough to give him $100 to cover the room, feeling guilty about him spending his limited income on helping me.

I was totally out of my element. The room was nice, white painted furnishings with gold scrolling. A large-screen TV in the matching credenza, a king-size bed covered with a snow-white duvet dominated the room. It was an ideal environment for my first venture outside of my marriage bed.

I had not had another lover other than my husband since I lost my virginity in the backseat of Billy Marsden’s father’s car on the night of the high school prom. That was so many years ago.

I had deliberately dressed unassumingly not wanting to give the image of a Jezebel. A cheery yellow summer dress with an old-fashioned white bra and plain white silk panties beneath.

Since alcohol and smoking were two vices Pastor Eaton abstained from I went directly into the washroom to prepare to become an adulteress.

I stripped naked and looked at myself in the mirror. “Not bad!” I thought scrutinizing my still firm breasts and nicely rounded ass. I took a deep breath and got up the nerve to rejoin my lover.

“Very nice!” Eaton said as he scanned my naked body. “Your husband is a foolish man”.

Eaton approached me and guided me over to the waiting bed. He had turned back the duvet and laid me across the crisp white sheets. I lay on my back, legs slightly spread, while Eaton removed his underwear.

I caught a glimpse of his erection as he mounted me. It did not appear to istanbul eskort bayan be even as big as my husband’s. Eaton worked his way between my legs and lifted my ankles to place them on his shoulders. I closed my eyes as I felt his cock enter me.

It was a surprisingly indifferent sensation feeling a strange cock occupying the space that had been previously dedicated to my husband’s exclusive use. My pelvic muscles instinctively contracted around the visitor.

“Oh sweet Jesus!” Eaton moaned as he reached his maximum depth in my vagina.

Curiously I began to fuck.

The cock felt good, it excited my cervix just as John’s did. Soon my juices were flowing to lubricate Pastor Eaton’s cock just as they did John’s. I wrapped my arms and legs around Eaton’s grunting body and thrust my hips upwards to meet his plunges.

“Oh yes, fuck me, I am a naughty girl!” I pleaded.

I could not believe what was happening, here I was fucking my pastor and talking dirty to him! It felt so good.

Eaton’s cock may not have been big but her knew his way around a pussy. His strokes awakened sensations that had been sleeping for over a decade. Expertly he knew where the triggers to my orgasm were located.

We had now fallen into a frantic dance of lust, Eaton’s erection stabbed in and out of me in rapid piercing thrusts. My uterus bears down on his blade craving his life-giving sperm.

“Come in me pastor!” I moaned.

“What about John?” he asked.

“Who’s John?” I smiled.

I felt his warmth filling my hungry womb.

I returned home a “born again” woman. No more stodgy inhibitions about sharing my body. I had discovered fucking other men could be as pleasing or even more pleasing as fucking my cheating husband. If he wanted to stick his dick into Dianne McLean then good luck to him, I was about to have my first black cock.

I had casually leafing through the pages of “Black & Proud” magazine at the Wal-Mart book department when I came across the picture. It was the New York Knick’s star forward, Malik Rose. Rose was completely naked and 10″ of black cock hung down almost to his knees! Right then I decided I had try a black cock in me.

Malik Rose was out of the question but Vince Scott who owned the corner variety store was a black man built like a professional football player. Scott was married but always looked at me lustfully when I shopped in his store. I figured it would be easy to tempt him into my bed.

I had not ventured out of the house without a bra for years but drastic plans called for drastic measures. I was sure once Scott got a glimpse of my bare breasts he would be putty in my hands.

There was only one old guy at the counter buying a lottery ticket when I entered the store. I felt naked without a bra and only a loose fitting tank top covering my large breasts.

Discreetly I wandered to the back of the store pretending to look for a certain brand of soda until the other customer left with his lucky ticket.

“Mr. Scott, do you have any of the diet ginger ale?” I called.

Scott made his way back to where I was looking.

I was bent forward and the neckline of my top hung open allowing an excellent view of my bare boobs to the shopkeeper. I could feel Scott’s caressing my exposed nipples.

“Do you see any?” I asked.

“Oh sorry, no, maybe there’s some in the back room.” Scott was torn back from his lustful thoughts.

Shall I come and look with you?” I offered.

The stockroom was maze of cardboard boxes and cases of soda. A narrow door from the store separated it. The cases of soda were in the back corner out of sight from the store entrance. That is where I embraced Scott and kissed him.

His hands run up my sides lifting my top with them. He filled his hands with my naked tits as out tongues intertwined. I left with a bottle of diet ginger ale and a rendezvous arranged for later that night.

John called just before dinner to tell etiler escort bayan me he had to work late and would not be home until about 11 pm. I knew he was just going to stick his dick into Dianne but I didn’t care. I told him not to hurry, I was going to have an early night and be in bed before dark. I did not tell him who I was going to be in bed with!

Scott arrived after 7 pm parking his car in the school parking lot like I had asked him. Quickly I whisked him in the side door of the house and locked the door.

I had changed into my white floor-length negligee to entertain him. The gown was made of transparent material and did not conceal ant details of my naked body. I had shaven for my black lover and my radiant pink nipples beamed through their veiled cups.

I wasted no time getting Scott into the bedroom. I slipped off my gown and climbed onto the bed while he got undressed.

When he pulled down his shorts and his huge black cock popped out, I smiled. He was no Malik Rose but his cock as bigger than any I had ever seen and it was about to go into me. Reaching into the pocket of his discarded trousers he retrieved a foil wrapped condom, he opened the package and carefully rolled it down over his erection.

Scott was like a mountain of Precambrian rock covering me as I lay there legs wide open ready to be invaded. He positions his massive cockhead at my entrance; it feels warm, smooth and big! Slowly he introduces me to the marvel of black cock, his mammoth auger spreading my labia as he enters me. My vagina is challenge to accept such a massive insertion, my cervix forming a tight glove around his cock. Slowly and gently he feeds inch after inch of endless cock into where it belongs until finally I have taken it all. I feel like the proverbial “stuffed turkey”, never ever had I felt so full of cock.

“Oh my God!” I moaned as we began to fuck.

Slowly at first he begins to slide his thick pole in and out of my bloated fuck hole. My hips follow his motion in an attempt to control the friction he is creating within my pussy. Gradually as I adapt Scott increased the rhythm of servicing me. My legs are now tightly wrapped around his ass as my body rises and falls riding his cock.

“Oh yes, yes, fuck me baby!” I plead in my delight,

Scott answers my plea driving the considerable length of his black cock deeper into me than any man had been before.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moan about twenty times as my pussy is ravished by blacksnake. I am certain that the black man has destroyed me for use by inferior white cocks; this huge black cock has permanently altered my cunt.

Here I was with another woman’s husband’s cock in me and enjoying it far too much.

“Take the condom off.” I whispered into his ear.

“What?” Scott said in amazement.

“I want you to come in me.” I asked.

I don’t know why but something in me craved having my eggs exposed to Scott’s black baby seed. John had had a vasectomy so there had been no need for me to use birth control. Pastor Eaton had emptied his sperm into my womb and now I was inviting a black man to come in my unprotected pussy! Was I insane? John should have never stuck his dick into McLean or any other bimbo!

Scott withdrew briefly to remove the unwanted rubber. Quickly he lid back into my now well-lubricated tunnel. Bare kin caressed my sensitive tissue and the sensation was divine.

“Oh yes Baby, make me pregnant!” I taunted him.

Anyone would tell you it is not a good idea to tease a guy with his bare cock in you about making you pregnant. But at the time I didn’t give a shit, if I got knocked-up too bad. I knew my uterus was committed to taking Scott’s genes.

I could feel Scott was close; I was on the brink trying to hold back so we could come together.

“Now Baby, now!!” I cried as my orgasm escaped on me.

It hit me like a tropical storm, ripping control of my body from me in its powerful tentacles.

“Oh my God, I can’t stand it!” I screamed as I morphed into a brilliant star careening through an endless sky.

My orgasm was unbelievable, the kind you only hear about in stories but have never experienced. Just as I was learning to control my spasms I felt the gush of Scott’s sperm flood my womb, oh my God I was certainly pregnant!

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Becca blinked her eyes awake the following morning, under the covers of her black master’s sumptuous bed. Her hand felt numb and heavy as it was lying under the pillow under her head. She pulled it out and stretched it across the other side of the bed, wanting to feel the presence of her master’s body. The space her hand touched was empty. She raised her head and saw that the only thing lying there was his pillow and nothing else. She sat up on the bed, letting the covers fall from her body, exposing her nakedness to the air-conditioned cold breeze that flirted into the room. Her wristwatch and cell phone lay on a cabinet next to her side of the bed. She picked it up and was shocked to find that it was 9:35a.m. How could she have slept that late? It was something she seldom did. Back home she always going to bed by nine-thirty and got up by six. Then her mind went back to episodes of the previous night and she smiled and then laughed at herself from recalling bits of it.

Her master had promised showing her a good time as long as she was with him, and he’d lived up to the bargain yesterday. After dropping her darling Arnold at the airport, they’d gone to an upper-class restaurant in the city to eat a lavish meal. He’d introduced her to some Nigerian cuisine there—pounded yam and Egusi soup, with fresh fish. She’d acted a bit naive when he instructed her how to eat the food, with her hands. Though more concerned was she about the clothes she was wearing. Her skirt kept riding up her thighs and several of the patrons there must have gotten quite an eyeful as several of them¬—older men wearing colorful Agbada outfit¬—couldn’t stop staring repeatedly at the booth where they sat. Her black master though seemed unconcerned about it, and even when she leaned over and she whispered to him about the way they were feeding their eyes on her, he nonchalantly told her not to worry about them, that they probably haven’t seen a white woman eating in their midst before. Becca had turned her attention towards her meal, watching the way her master was eating his and thus following his cue. In no time she got the hang of it.

After the restaurant, he’d driven her around the city, pointed out several interesting landmarks for her: showed the expansive government residential headquarters, INEC Building, Abuja Park along Independence Avenue … but the sight that had most taken her was the magnificent of Olumo Rock. She stared at the huge boulder in awe as they drove past it and entered the part of the city known as Garki. Her master saw the look on her face and laughed; the ladies always got a kick whenever he showed them stuff this part of the world they never figured they would get to see. When he got to a traffic light, he took his hand off the wheel for a moment and caressed her thigh. She took his hand and pushed it inward through the wet walls of her pussy. Olu fingered her cunt for a moment, listened to her gasping sighs, and the retrieved his finger which carried the wet residue of her juice and put it into her mouth. Becca sucked his finger as if it were his cock¬—Ohh, she still carried memories of that lovely black cock of his¬—as if she were tasting ice cream. He drove to a boutique shop and they went inside for him to get some clothes for her.

“I don’t want you wearing any of those housewife clothes your husband must have to told you to bring along,” he said to her. “From now on, you’re going to wear what I get you to wear.”

Majority of what he’d bought for her were evening clothes, mostly transparent and quite revealing. They were the type of clothes Becca, in her former life with Arnold, never would have been caught dead wearing them. She was by heart a conservative in nature; hers was a world where even if the money was there, it was usually put aside for something else which usually involved settling bills. Even now as she sat in her master’s bed, thinking through her past, she could easily count on her fingers the numerous times she and Arnold had done something extravagant, or a moment when they’d lived an abandon moment. Arnold was always concerned about money, about never having enough of it. In a way, she too had become infected with his mode of living … but it had probably been for a good reason. That was the type of life they lived when back home. But here they both were in Nigeria, in the heart of Africa, miles away from home. Arnold was now settled in his new job down in Port Harcourt, making the money, while she herself was being guided by her newfound lover and black master. She couldn’t have wished for anything better, even though neither of them had had the faintest clue that such was the turnaround they would be getting used to when their Air-France plane brought them to this part of the world.

Olu made her try them on the individual clothes he’d bought for her; they were seven of them in number. The skirts were so short she was at a moment embarrassed to try them on. But the look he gave her told her not to even think about backing down. There were several other ladies hovering there around the changing booth and clothes escort section and nearly all of them kept turning around to glance surreptitiously at her direction when she came out and displayed each individual outfit for her lover. After the clothes, they strolled over to the underwear’s section. He bought her an exotic-looking bikini, something that only a slim model would fit into. It was followed by some crotchless panties, three pairs of teddies, and then in the shoes department, he selected four pair of high heels. Becca was getting dazed with surprise by the minute. She could recall the few times she’d been on high heels; Arnold never enjoyed seeing her in one. She said this to her master as she tried on each pair. Olu dismissed her husband and told her that as long as she was with him, she should forget about Arnold.

They had an assistant help them with the items to his car while he settled the bill. Though it was a bit enormous, he reasoned, but it was a gamble he knew was worth it. He always enjoyed spoiling his women with lavish gifts; it got them wet easily in the end.

Back home they’d returned, by which time it was nearing dusk. He had her try out of the teddies in the living room, and then he’d bent her over on the long sofa and fucked her. For Becca, it was like being fucked for the first time. His cock rammed deep and hard into her pussy like a bullet train. This time he didn’t pull out of her; he ejaculated his entire seed deep into her womb. Becca had bitten down on the sofa’s fabric, trying not to scream too loud but not succeeding in the end as she felt another orgasmic bombshell explode inside her. It was too late when she realized she wasn’t on the pill.

They’d fucked for another hour, by which time she was extremely drained by it, and yet he still had the energy and stamina of a lion. They’d taken a shower together. She’d sponged his body with liquid soap, felt his cock nodding back to life and washed it off too, along with his balls, though for these ones she did the cleaning with her mouth. Her hand caressed her pussy lips while she cupped each of his massive balls in her mouth and sucked one after the other. Feeling satisfied, he’d then pulled her to her feet and dragged her into the bedroom with water and soap suds sticking to their skin. He had her lean over on the bed; Becca’s hands went underneath her legs and she held her pussy lips open for him, giving him unabashed view of the pink interior that was her cunt with her juice gushing out of it, enticingly bouncing her hefty bum at him too. Olu grinned at her and came forward and held her down on the bed. He thrust his manhood into her in one quick stroke and within seconds began plugging her pussy like it owned it. Becca had raw ecstasy searing through her nerves like lightning, and with each thrust, it felt like she could actually hear thunderclaps.

“OHH FUCK! OHH MY GOD! FUCK ME, MASTER! OHHHH FUCK MEEEEE!”

Her master grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head backwards just as her voice turned into a piercing wail. Her master smacked her bum on and on till it turned red, grunting heavily while still feeding her his dick. The bout of fucking went on for a good thirty minutes. Her black master fucked her cunt in every which way possible. When it came time for him to cum, he did like in the afternoon and emptied his load into her, after which he then collapsed on the bed beside her. Becca lay there catching her breath, feeling a sensational sore where her pussy was. Her hand slid in that direction and she touched his bountiful cum dripped out of pussy. She turned her head to look at her master and wondered: My God, he’s insatiable! I never thought such men like this ever exist anymore!

They fell asleep for more than an hour. When her master woke her up, it was a little past ten. He told her they needed to be someplace. She actually was tired and could have used the sleep, but as he was her master, there was no choice but for her to do his bidding. He led her back into the bathroom to clean up and after they’d dried up, he selected from the items he bought for her a blouse that was near transparent and a micro-mini skirt. She wore on a pair of thong panties and a half-cup bra that hiked up her tits; last came a pair of high heels. Olu admired her for a moment and the look on his face told her he liked what he saw. He put on a t-shirt and jeans, and when they were ready, they went downstairs to his car. A security guard had the gate open for him and they then drove off into the city to a fancy nightclub. The rest of the night had gone like a blur before her eyes. She remembered dancing with him … his hands caressing her ass while they bumped hips to the music … them sipping cocktails and she gasping as he slid his hand between her legs to cop a feel of her love nest … them being back in the car, and she giving him head while he drove.

Becca was still recalling all of this and more when her cell phone rang out, startling her. She didn’t recognized the number, though knew it was Nigerian. She put it next to her ear and said, escorts istanbul “Hello?”

“Did you sleep well?” she recognized her master’s voice immediately.

“Oh yes, I very much did. Gosh, what time did we get home last night?”

“A little past midnight,” he said. “I’ve got some minor work to take care of here at the office; I’ll close early and be back by noon. I have a housekeeper downstairs. Ask her whatever you need, and she’ll get it for you.”

“I’d like to make use of your swimming pool, master, if you don’t mind. I need to get some sun on my skin.”

“Sure, you can. After all, that’s what the bikini is for. Don’t burn too much though.”

“I won’t,” she smiled at the sound of his caring voice.

When their conversation ended, she got up and went to have a shower. Wearing a bathrobe, she went downstairs and saw his housekeeper there in the kitchen. She made her a cup of coffee, scrambled eggs and some toast. Done with breakfast afterwards, she returned to the bedroom and took out her traveling bag and began replacing the clothes her master had bought for her with much of the ones she’d left England with. She would give them to the housekeeper later to get rid of them for her. Her thoughts then went to Arnold. She wondered how he was doing, if he was finding his new job easy. She thought about calling him right away, but then canned the idea; he wasn’t too important to her right now, though she promised doing that later. It was still early for her to go out and take a swim. She reached into her travel bag and took out a Mils and Booms novel she’d brought along to keep her company and went to lie on the bed to read through some pages, hopping for the hour to hurry along.

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

At 2:25p.m Olu returned from work and drove into his compound. The day was a Friday; business usually was slow on such days and knew it won’t kick up till next week. He met his housekeeper who gave him a summary of feeding his guest before he then dismissed her for the day. He left his briefcase and jacket in the living room and went through the kitchen door to the back of the house where his swimming pool was located.

Becca lay stretched on one of the lounge chairs beside the pool under a shade away from the heat of the sun. She’d been soaking herself in its cool, inviting water since noon. She was nearly dozing off when she felt someone shaking her arm. She pulled down the shades she had on and recognizing who it was she broke into a smile.

“Master!” she got to her feet and wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him. Olu gave her soft ass a good squeeze just as she in return rubbed her thigh against his crotch, feeling something there slowly come alive. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ll bet you have. You’re really looking gorgeous in this bikini.”

“All thanks to you.”

“I’ll have to keep you close to myself, or else other black brothers would do anything to steal your ass from me.”

“I doubt if I’ll let them,” she said.

“You had yourself a good swim?”

She nodded. “I’ve already showered. In no time I’m going to get my tan back.”

“Africa is where the sun makes its home. In no time, you’ll be shining like a bronze statue.”

“I can’t wait for that to happen.” She kissed him again. “I’ve really missed you.”

“Good to know. Come with me, there’s a something I’d like to show you.”

She wrapped a towel around her body and allowed him to lead her into the house. In the living room, her master motioned for her to seat down and went to a display cabinet. She pushed her wet hair off her face and watched with curiosity as he took from inside the cabinet a hand-held statue of a figure with a double axe-head for a crown. He came and sat next to her and gave her the state to look at.

“What is it?” she asked.

“That is a statue of a mythical god of the Yoruba tribe, which is where I hail from. His name is Shango, the god of thunder. It is from him I bore my name. We Africans are a proud people, Becca. We take double pride in our heritage and lifestyle. Shango, in his time, was a proud warrior and a benevolent god. His blood runs through my veins; and it is why for you to remain with me, you must listen and obey every word I say to the last. Do you follow me?”

“Yes master, I do follow,” she said without compunction.

He went on with his indoctrination. “It wasn’t my intention to hurt your husband the way I did yesterday. I merely wanted him to know his place¬—his rightful place¬—he is a white boy and as well a slave. The true African religion states that all white men are subservient to blacks. I know back where you come from you’re unaware of such happenings. But down here the opposite is the case. Black men are far superior to the whites in strength, stamina, or even brain power. It’s only unfortunate that the rest of the world is yet to embrace this notion, but gradually it will. And with what you’ve come to know, when next time you return to England, you will tell more people there about how virile the men down here are, and escort bayanlar of how loyal your service is to me. Am I getting through to you?”

“Yes, master.”

“Prior to your coming here, tell me honestly, have you before being fucked by a black man?”

She shook her head.

“Tell me honestly, have you been enjoying it so far all these times I’ve been fucking you?”

She smiled happily. “Oh yes, master. I enjoy every second and minute of it. it’s been unlike any kind of fucking I’ve even gotten before.”

“Is it anything compared to how white boy Arnold has been fucking you?”

“No. he hardly comes to you. I can’t remember the last time I actually enjoyed sex with him.”

“And you won’t ever again. By the time you return to England, you’re going to be a changed woman. No longer will you allow your cunt to be seduced by any white boy prick. You’re going to start going out in search for black dicks and black dicks only. And every time you do, you’re never going to refuse swallowing their cum. You’d better get used to this, Becca. You’re now officially a black man’s slut and that’s what you’ll always be. Your life from now on will be totally different from the one you used to know. Do you get me?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass too?”

“Oh my God, no,” she gasped. “I mean, I’ve seen it done in porn flicks. I know too that some women enjoy it. One time when Arnold and I were fooling around, he talked about it—wanting to do it to me, but I shook him off.”

“It’s a good thing you didn’t let him.”

“Master, doesn’t it hurt?”

“I won’t lie to you—it does. But only at the onset. Later on you won’t even feel it. You’ll even get to enjoy it just as much as you love getting fucked the normal way.”

Still there was skepticism on her face. “Well … I don’t know … I’ve never tried it before.”

“All the more reason why you need to try it now,” he urged. “I want to experience everything there is to know about loving a black man, and of being fucked a black man’s way. Trust me, you’re going to enjoy it.”

“You really think so, master?”

“Look at me, Becca. Look right into my eyes.”

And she did; she was totally mesmerized by the power that radiated within those brown eyes of his.

“I told you that I’m a descendant from a black African god. One of the strength of all black gods is the inherent will to have any woman they want, regardless of who she is or where she’s from. I’ve had my taste of white women before—I’m not going to lie to you about that—and I can still go out right now and return with another. But there’s a reason why I chose you. You’re a wanting woman, Becca. I look into your eyes and I see a lot of desires you’ve wanted to have for so long but have been refused of. What I’m giving you is something most white women out there would die for—the most precious gift of any black man, and that’s his cum. I want you to have it in every which you can take it. But for me to give it to you, you’ve got to be willing to step up and ask for you.”

He said all this with emotive passion. Becca was so swayed by his words she could hardly breathe.

“Now tell me, do you want me to fuck you anally or not?”

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “Yes, master. I want it. I want to have as much of your cum that you can spare me with.”

“Good. Later this evening we’re going to go out. There are some friends of mine I’d like for you to meet. But first, I need a bath.”

Becca went with him upstairs and watched him get off from his clothes. She sat on the bed admiring his muscles, the growth of hair on his chest and arms, the muscle outline of his abdomen … then her eyes took in his cock which now was as turgid as an evergreen tree, along with his sac of balls. Becca went ahead fingering and rubbing her clit while he neatly put his clothes away. She couldn’t help but believe all what he’d told her downstairs. For truly he looked just like a god; he was everything a man ought to be. Suddenly she wished she didn’t have the burden of Arnold to live with. Why couldn’t she have been a divorcee, or a yet unmarried woman? Gladly she would give anything just to be her black master’s slave. She would cook for him, feed him his food, wash his body whenever he takes a shower, and let him fuck her every which way he desired. All this and more she would gladly offer herself totally for him. Worship the ground on which he walked on and even lick the sweat that poured from his body. If she’d known long ago of such men no doubt she would have visited Africa years ago, long before she ever thought of settling her Arnold.

She went with him into the bathroom and picked up the sponge and scrubbed his body as he took his bath. His hand grasped her fatty ass and he kissed her passionately, probing his tongue way deep into her mouth while his cock pressed against her stomach. Done with his bath, they dried themselves up in the bedroom and then he picked up a DVD disc and led her downstairs naked. He inserted the disc into a DVD player and turned on the TV set. Becca recognized the scene of the movie when it came up. It was yesterday’s recording on her kneeling before her master and sucking his cock. Olu took the DVD remote and forwarded it to the part when she handed her husband his cock to suck.

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I love the sun, it always make me feel naughty. Let me introduce myself I am Kristy, I am 23 years old and have been seeing Brian now for 2 years. We have always been a very sexual couple but on holiday we seem to push all the boundaries.

This year we decided to go to Tobago, the Heat, the music, the rum and the black men. For this year Brian wanted to explore his fantasy of seeing me with another man and for him he wanted to see me with a Black man.

I was a little concerned before leaving and was not sure whether I was OK with his fantasy, but as I said the Sun does make me very naughty.

When we arrived at the Airport I was getting lots of appreciative stares from the local, I am 5’4 size 8, I have long blonde hair, which is normally up in a ponytail, and I have perfect 32b breasts. I had chosen to wear a very short skirt and a vest top for the journey and I could feel their eyes stripping me as I walked across the airport.

We decided to skip the coach transfer and headed straight for a Taxi, the Taxi driver was about late forties and had a big grin on his face when he saw me climbing in the back of his taxi with my skirt riding up, he kept glancing back at me and Brian thought it would be a good idea to put on a show and started to kiss me very slowly and sexily. My tongue was immediately probing his mouth and I felt his fingers run up to my breasts. Within a couple of seconds Brian had pulled my top up and was pinching my nipples mecidiyeköy escort in full view of the taxi driver god I was so hot moaning every time he twisted and pulled.

Unfortunately our journey ended and we pulled up outside our Hotel and I had to pull my top down very quickly. After a couple of days I had a great tan and Brian always makes me go topless and loves to watch other people staring at me as yet we had had no advances from anyone in or around the hotel and just as I thought we were going to be out of luck Brian came up with an Idea.

He decided we were going to take a trip around the island and asked at the reception which bus was the best one to get, the receptionist advised us that anytime after 10.30 in the morning was best as all the men going to the work yards often filled them before 10ish.

Well then next day came and Brian had laid my clothes out on the bed as usual for the day ahead, Brian loved to dress me and today he was really keen. He picked out a halter neck top, which was sky blue, and my nipples could be made out very clearly in and a short white wrap around skirt I looked around and saw no underwear and was told that I couldn’t wear any today.

I put on the clothes picked for me and we went down to breakfast, Brian soon informed me that we were taking the bus into town at 9 o’clock and we should hurry. We reached the bus stop and there was about 3 other people waiting escort girls they were all Black men ages between 18 and 50. We waited around 5 minutes and our bus came, as I got on I could see that it was standing room only and I went and stood in the aisle, Brian paid and I found myself stood on my own as it had filled up while Brian was paying.

I saw Brian who was stood to one side of the bus and could see me, he was smiling a wicked smile and then I felt it. A hand on my back from behind me I froze and stared at Brian, the hand started to stroke my back. Again we stopped at another bus stop and a few men got on, the bus was now packed and I was jammed between the black men. I could feel my nipples tighten as this hand moved lower to my ass; it was then that the guy in front turned to face me.

He smiled and stared at me, the hand behind me was now groping my ass and I felt really horny and unsteady on my feet so I reached up and grabbed a strap from the roof of the bus with each hand. I then felt two more hands on me one on my breasts and the other tugging at my skirt. I knew it wouldn’t hold that long and it gradually became undone and fell to the floor, I closed my eyes and felt more hands stroking my ass and then on my clit.

I opened my legs and stood very still feeling fingers all over my body, I opened my eyes and looked for Brian but he just smiled and watched. The first finger to enter me was very rough and I felt another bayan escortlar enter me I was beginning to moan and sway gently, then I felt my top being ripped up and tow mouths biting my nipples I came so hard over and over, grinding myself on this guys hand. After I came round I was still getting groped then I felt it…a cock it was nudging against me and I arched my back and felt it touching my ass I then felt tow hands one on either cheek of my ass pulling me wide open then this cock slid into me. I nearly collapsed but then he started to really fuck me hard. I felt him getting harder and faster and again I can I felt my own juices soaking my own thighs as this big black cock fucked my ass so full.

I thought this was going to last forever when all of a sudden he withdrew and shot his cum all over my ass and up my back I was so relieved to be free I opened my eyes to see several big black cocks all being wanked off by the owners, I knew what I had to do so I knelt down in the aisle of the bus and stuck my tongue out and waited for these guys to finish.

One by one the came, the first guy hit me on the side of the face it dripped over my ear and across my nose then it all hit me. When they had finished I had cum all over my face and down my front, I was covered in it and all the guys took it in turns to wipe their cocks on my skirt.

The bus came to a holt and they all got off and left me with my face covered in cum and my clothes totally ruined with there sperm.

Brian came over to me and offered me his towel and I cleaned up he then kissed me and told me how good that was and I told him it had been the best experience I had ever had.

I wonder what he has in store for me next time??

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Walking up to the door Lyn thought about knocking, but decided against it, no one would be able to hear it over the loud music anyway. She shouldn’t have to be here in the first place, but since Pierce wasn’t at his own apartment she knew he would be at Johnny’s place. Johnny always had a party after the winning matches. Also, since she missed the game altogether she wanted to congratulate the guys on their win and she didn’t want to be here long. She had other things on her mind, like the fact that Devin cancelled on going to the match with her at the last minute. Nothing new there, it wasn’t out of the ordinary, they would sometimes go days without even so much as a text message, but this felt different her.

Upon opening the door to the apartment Lyn was instantly hit with the overwhelming smells of smoke and alcohol, very similar to that of a bar. Lyn started to maze her way through the sea of bodies and almost instantly spotted Johnny, his height made him hard to miss, the trick was getting to him through the crowd.

“Johnny! Your apartment is trashed.” Lyn yelled over the music.

“It’s for a good cause sweetheart, you missed the match what gives?”

“I know I’m sorry something came up. Looks like you won. Congratulations.”

“Yea yea you can make it up to me later.” Johnny said with a wink.

“Don’t be gross, where’s Cohen?” Jaylyn said hitting Johnny in the shoulder.

“He’s on the couch.”

Walking toward the couch Lyn sees the bare back of a girl with shoulder length black hair who was obviously straddling someone. It was Pierce she could tell by his shoes. She stood watching his hands rub up her sides then back down stopping to grip her hips. Lyn wanted to run up and drag that girl by her hair and out to the street, but instead she turned around and left. She would confront him about it later. She needed to figure out why this pissed her off so much especially when she had no claim on him. No girl could ever have claim on Pierce. He wouldn’t have it.

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Pierce was not in a good mood, which was no surprise he also had no idea who the girl on his lap was and he didn’t care. This girl was going to be his new distraction for the night or at least until he grew bored of her.

“Let’s go.” Pierce grumbled to her as he pulled her through the sea of bodies, not caring who was in his way.

“Watch where you’re going.” The voice said to him breaking him from his trance.

“What are you doing here?” He said looking down at her.

“I came to talk to Johnny.” Lyn said looking at the leggy girl hanging on his arm.

“Where are you going Jaylyn?”

“Back to the dorm. You obviously have your hands full.”

“No escort şişli you’re not.” He said to her.

Pierced looked at the girl on his arm and told her to get lost. He then looked back at Lyn and grabbed her by the arm leading her outside.

“Cohen, let me go.”

He led her to his car and opened the passenger side door.

“Get in.”

“No.” Lyn said.

“Get in or I will put you in.” He said through clenched jaws.

“We can talk out here. We don’t have to leave.”

The last thing Lyn wanted to do was be trapped in a small place with Pierce especially when his moods were like this.

“Get in the car Lyn.”

Lyn sat down in the car only to have him slam the door just barely missing her foot. He walked around to the driver’s side, locked the doors and drove off.

“Where are we going?”

No answer.

“Cohen?”

No answer.

“If I’m going to be talking to myself then I want you to take me back.”

“No.”

Somewhere inside of her mind she was glad he said no, but not for the right reasons.

They pulled up to his apartment.

“Get out.” He said to her.

“Why weren’t you at the match tonight?” He said closing the door.

“Something came up.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I don’t want you talking to Devin anymore.”

“Is that what this is about? You think just because of what happened you can run my life now?”

“He’s not right for you.”

“Oh. This again. Every since Stark no one has been right for me. I have an idea why don’t you pick my next guy, since you know what’s good for me.”

“Jaylyn stop.”

“No. You stop. Stop trying to run my personal life. I want to leave. Take me back.”

“No.”

“Fine. I’ll find my own way back.”

Jaylyn started to pull out her phone Pierce grabbed it and put it in the front pocket of his jeans.

“I’ll walk.” She headed for the door.

Pierce watched her walk all the way to the door and didn’t stop her until she turned the knob. He came up behind her pressing into the back of her. He trapped her hands in front of her and locked the door with his free hand. Lyn tried to get free. Pierce tightened his grip on her.

“Let me go. I don’t want to do this with you.”

“Do what?”

“This! I don’t want to be this close to you.”

“Lyn, tell me why you ran out that night.”

“I have a boyfriend and it shouldn’t have happened.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re friends. We can’t do this.”

“Then why did you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do say it.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Cohen. It was stupid.”

“But?…”

She pushed escort istanbul her ass back into him in attempt to break free. He groaned at the sudden pressure.

“Ah Lyn, if you want me to stop that is not the way to do it.” He pushed her closer to the wall. Her stomach was flat on the door.

“Why did you come here with me, Lyn?”

“Y..you made me.” She said in a breathy voice.

“Wrong answer.” He said pressing even harder into her.

“One more time, why did you come here?” He said taking his hand and placing it around her throat.

“I came to be with you, Cohen. Is that what you want to hear? You have your wish. I’m finally just another girl to you. Are you happy?” She said, her voice escalating.

Pierce almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He already knew Lyn wanted to be with him, but he didn’t expect her to admit it. Now that, that was out the way he needed to make sure it was what she really wanted.

“You can leave now.” He turned away leaving her against the door and walked to his room.

Lyn felt his weight leave her body. What did he mean leave? She wasn’t going anywhere. Not after that.

“Fuck you, Cohen. You’re nothing compared to Devin.” She said lacing every word with venom, charging at him as he walked down the hall.

Pierce stopped as if he ran into a wall. He turned to face her.

“Why are you still here?”

“You have my phone.”

“You know where it is.”

She walked up to him, reached for his pocket to grab her phone when suddenly Pierce threw her over his shoulder and led her to the room.

“You should have left,” he said tossing her on his bed.

He stood over her and took his shirt off, soon after he unbuttoned the front of his jeans. He then crawled up the foot of his bed and rested his weight on top of Lyn claiming her lips with his own. He kissed her roughly, letting her know that there would be no interruptions this time. He was going to get what he wanted.

Lyn instinctively wrapped her legs around Pierce’s waist making it harder for him to take her jeans off.

“Take ’em off, Lyn.”

She stood up and slipped her jeans down her long brown legs. She started to get back onto the bed, but he took her by the waist and ripped her panties off as he caressed her thighs and grazed her pussy twice before dipping his fingers inside of her. She threw her head back in ecstasy and slightly parted her legs. Pierce took her hands and placed them on his shoulders as he lifted one of her legs on to the bed. She looked down at him through hooded eyes awaiting his next move. She thought she should be embarrassed that her arousal was practically pouring out of her, but his light touches escort mecidiyeköy were quickly sending her over the edge.

“Open your eyes, Lyn.”

As she did she watched him lick his lips. She also watched as his tongue snaked from between his lips and disappear between her legs. He lapped at her clit and swirled his tongue through her slippery folds until he felt her bucking against his face and falling onto his lap.

He flipped her over on her back, pulled down the front of his jeans and kneeled between her legs, laying the condom on her stomach. She picked up the foil package and opened it while reaching for his dick. When she gripped it she heard his quick intake of breath as she leaned up to lick the tip.

“Darlin’ don’t do that.” He said taking the condom from her hands and putting it on himself.

“Mmm…Cohen.”

“Tell me what you want.” He said touching her clit with the tip of his erection.

“You…Fuck mme. Please.”

That was all the encouragement Pierce needed. He entered her slowly, not so much for her, but for him too. Once he was all in he stopped so she could adjust. Moments later Lyn was working her hips under him in a steady circular motion. It was driving him insane.

“Get on your knees and don’t move.” He grunted, almost violently.

Lyn crawled to the middle of the bed and got on her knees. Pierce kneeled over and gripped her hair all the way to the scalp. He pulled her head back and roughly bit her neck, almost drawing blood.

He started to fuck her hard. He was not thinking about her pleasure anymore. This was about him, he was releasing weeks of built up lust for this girl and now he was inside of her. He was going to show her why he should never be ignored. Normally he would care, but Lyn drove him fucking insane after that night. The moment his fingers entered her hot tight wet pussy he was sold and Pierce always gets what he wants.

“Ahh. Mmm. Cohen!”

Lyn could not believe the flips her pussy was turning. Absolutely no man has ever truly fucked her…until now. Her first time being thoroughly fucked was by her best friend. There was no going back after this and Lyn wasn’t so sure she wanted to go back in the first place. This, now, felt oh so right to her.

Pierce felt the walls of her vagina tightening for the third time. He grabbed another fistful of her hair and pulled her face back to meet his. She was in complete ecstasy. He always knew Lyn was sexy, but right now was the sexiest he’d ever seen her.

“You going to cum for me…again, Lyn?” He said with a wicked grin.

“Yessss….”

“With me this time, understand?”

Lyn nodded in agreement as Pierce continued to fuck her senseless. Lyn’s cries of pleasure bounced off of every wall in his apartment as he felt the stirrings of a release he only dreamt about completely taking over his senses. With a few final thrusts he emptied an almost painful load into the condom before collapsing on top of her.

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After our daughter, Patti, was about five months old, Doreen was invited to a special party at Sharee’s house. (See Chapter 3- Doreen Delivers) I was left to baby sit. Since I had not met the other mothers or fathers, I was not yet invited to the guy’s babysitting party. As I mentioned at the end of Chapter 3, Doreen dressed up for the party, but did not wear any panties or a bra. Her breasts, while she had expressed milk with the breast pump, would not make it for very long before she started leaking milk. This had become part of our sex play both alone and with Raymond. She gave it no concern at all when she left. She had given me more than enough milk to satisfy Patti, so there would be no emergency even if she stayed out late.

Doreen came home around midnight. Patti was fed and down for the night. Doreen’s top was a mess. She had milk and what I assumed to be cum all over her. Her hair was destroyed and sweated back in front. She had promised to tell me everything and she did. From the best recollection of her telling me what she remembered, this is what happened at the “get to know you” mixer:

She arrived after Judy and Barbara. They offered her a drink, but she would only drink ginger ale because of the nursing. The other girls were having wine. After some small talk about the kids and husbands, they asked Doreen if she had any problem with some of the guys coming over. They wanted to make sure that she wasn’t unaware of the type of party they were having. She did notice that Sharee, Judy and Barbara all had on long robes with high heels. She thought that was a little odd, but it became apparent later. The girls called it “Fantasy Night for the Guys”.

After more chit chat, Judy and Barbara told Doreen that they would show her the game room. It sounded reasonable so Doreen followed them back. To her surprise, the game room was decked out with a large bed in the middle. There were chairs surrounding the outer walls. A table was in the corner with drinks, ice and snacks. Doreen heard the doorbell ring and assumed that it was some of the guys. She did not know who the guys were, but she suspected that Raymond might be one.

Sharee led the men back to the game room. Doreen knew what type of games they were going to play. Sharee introduced the men to Doreen. She knew Raymond. Alex was a very light skinned black man, stocky and muscular. Donte was a little taller than Alex and a little darker. Donte looked like a power lifter. Last was Malcome. Malcome was six eight and weighed close to 300 lbs. He was coal black and had the prettiest white teeth and a gorgeous smile. Doreen liked his looks from the start. The guys took some drinks and snacks and got to know Doreen. The other ladies were plenty attentive to the four black men. In due time, Sharee announced that the ladies were going to freshen up. They all four left the room and let the guys socialize awhile. Sharee passed out a number on a piece of paper to each of the three girls. Doreen did not get a number as this was her first time.

Sharee left the other three women alone and went back into the game room where she passed out numbers to the guys also. When she came back, she had the girls reveal their numbers. Sharee had number 1. Barbara had 2. That left Judy with 3.

“See you later, girls,” Sharee said.

Barbara and Judy took Doreen by the hand and led her back to the game room. They turned out the lights and turned on two spotlights mounted as each end. A camcorder on a tripod was at the side close to the bed. Soft music was playing and the guys had drinks in hand. The ladies took up chairs and the guys followed, each sitting beside two women. Barbara stood up and asked, “One?”

Donte got up and moved to the bed. He sat down and waited for Sharee to enter. She opened the door and strode out in a sexy scarlet corset with white garter straps and white lace trim. The top was cupless and her D-cups were standing out. She had escort şişli on no panties and her pussy was totally nude. She wore suntan stockings held up by the elastic and attached to the garter straps. She approached Donte and kissed him firmly on the lips. She pranced around the bed and preened to Donte as if seducing him. She opened his shirt and pulled it off. The same with his trousers. She had him remove his shoes and socks himself. When he was down to his briefs, she stood him up and displayed him to everyone.

She moved around behind him and quickly pulled his underwear down. His cock was almost completely hard. It was a nice black spear which would grow to ten inches and was very thick. She lowered herself to her knees and took him in her mouth. His cock was at full attention and Sharee had trouble moving her lips around the thickness. When she got up she displayed his hard thick cock to the group. The ladies all called and whistled. Donte placed his hand on her hips and began feeling her ass below the corset. He then placed both of his hands on her lovely breasts and sucked the nipples into his mouth one at a time. She threw her arms around his neck and hiked one leg behind his naked ass. He reached down and rubbed his finger in her glistening cunt.

Sharee sank down to the bed and got on all fours. Donte assumed the position behind her and rubbed the head of his thick cock along her waiting slit. As the lubrication spread over his cock, he moved closer in and guided the glistening head into her waiting pussy. Just the head at first and then slowly he entered her. She breathed an audible sigh and spread her legs more.

“Fuck me, Stud.”

“Ram that thick black cock into my sweet white pussy.”

“Make this pussy yours.”

He thrust and buried the whole shaft into her pussy.

“Oh, god, yes. It has been too long. Fuck me deep.”

Donte established a firm rhythm and forced himself deep into her. She was taking this thick log of a black cock and begging for him to fuck her harder.

“Fuck your slut, Donte.”

“Tear my white pussy up. Give it to me. Give me that black cock. Knock me up again.”

Donte was cooperating. He was fucking Sharee forcefully. He held her small waist in his hands and thrust his hips into her ass. The sounds of sex filled the room. The audience whistled and shouted encouragement.

“Fuck that white bitch, Bro.”

“Bust that white cunt, Man.”

“That’s it girl, take that man. Make him fertilize your womb.”

“Make him cum, Sharee.”

He pounded. She squealed. He gasped and lunged into her beautiful ass. He sunk his thick black cock all the way to her cervix and shot his black baby sperm into her. He pounded and pushed himself deeper than he had ever been in a woman. He was on a mission to fuck a beautiful white woman.

She began cumming and still he shot his cum into her. She moaned her continued climax and lunged forward on the bed. Donte still kept his huge cock in her and sank onto her fucking her all the while. She was moaning.

Doreen said that she was so aroused at this that her pussy was leaking copious amounts of lubrication. Barbara and Judy were rubbing themselves also along with stroking the cocks of the men sitting next to them.

Donte got up. His cock was still almost hard. It was leaking the remnants of the his huge load of cum. Sharee got up and stroked him. She bent down and licked the last dollop of cum off the tip of his cock. She kissed him and led him out to the bathroom.

The couples got some more drinks. Sharee came back in the room and shouted, “Two.”

Judy stood up and removed her robe. As I later got to see for myself, Judy is a very pretty petite brunette. Her baby was three years old at that point. She was probably the first conquest for Raymond in their neighborhood. She had recovered fully from her pregnancy. Doreen said that she was a fitness fanatic istanbul escort girls and a runner. She is about 5′-2″ tall and has a dynamite figure. Her breasts are a full firm C cup. Her ass is very prominent but not fat at all. The thing that sets Judy off from most full cup petite women is her tiny waist. When she tossed her robe, she revealed a white half cup bra which showed her large areolas and breasts. She wore a garter belt to match the half bra and both were trimmed in baby blue. On top of the garters, she wore a pair of white and blue trim crotchless panties. Her stockings were a deep coffee color. She strutted forward in her nude platform heels and called, “TWO”.

Raymond rose and called out, “TWO”. Judy squealed her approval of getting to fuck Raymond, her baby daddy. Judy had him out of his clothing in nothing flat and proceeded to give him an all star blow job. Barbara told Doreen that Judy gives blow jobs like a porn star. She was the only one who could deep throat Raymond and the girls and guys all loved her performance. Judy was taking Raymond’s cock all the way down. Her throat was bulging like a lizard each time she thrust her head forward and swallowed his thick cock.

Doreen was so impressed with Judy’s talent that she spent a lot of time describing the blow job. When she had Raymond lie back on the bed, she mounted him and fucked him hard and deep. Raymond in turn fondled her breasts and pinched her big nipples. He held her hips and followed her motion. Raymond had exceptional staying power and Judy kept fucking him. She looked like she could go on forever. Gradually, she began to slow her thrusts and sink all the way down on his eleven incher. They came together with Raymond shooting his voluminous load into her pussy just as she convulsed to a hard long orgasm. Judy began moaning louder and louder until she spasmed and fell forward onto Raymond’s sweaty body. They lay together for a long while until Judy got up and preened to the onlookers. She held her pussy until she got up and then removed her hand and started walking toward the bathroom.

As she walked, Raymond’s cum began flowing from her ravaged cunt and started running down her legs. She left a trail as some dripped directly on the floor. Raymond got up and followed her to the bathroom while everyone applauded the effort and skill of their coupling.

After a short break, Barbara got up and looked at Alex and Malcome. She turned around and dropped her robe. She was in a long flowing black gown that was so thin you could see all of her body. The gown had some lace and opened all the way up the front held only by two small button and loops at her breasts. Barbara is 5′-8″ tall and over six feet in her stilettos. Her breasts are delicious and at least DDD cups. Her body is like a goddess with a great ass flowing to long lean legs. You definitely get a model look from her. Malcome stood up and gave her his hand. They walked gingerly toward the bed. This was a good match since Barbara was the tallest woman and Malcome was by far the biggest man. Just how big was about to be revealed to Doreen.

Malcome removed his clothing quickly and stood sideways. His cock was unbelievably big. Doreen was overcome with how long, thick and black it was. Malcome is very black himself, but she said his cock is even blacker. He had no pubic hair and this made his cock look even bigger. He guided Barbara in front of himself with her facing the audience. He cupped her magnificent breasts and held them out for inspection. His hands moved to slit in the gown. He grasped the gown near the waist and spread it wide like butterflies’ wings. He opened it up and revealed her body to all. Her pussy was shaved except for a small landing strip above. She posed like a model and showed everyone her body front and back. The guys and girls all whistled.

Malcome sat back on the bed with his legs over the side and his feet on the floor. nişantaşı escort Barbara dropped the robe and crawled onto to him. She slid up and kissed him long and deep as he fondled her body. She moved up more. Malcome pushed his arms under her legs and lifted her whole body up. He moved her up and forward and let her pussy down on his mouth. He proceeded to suck and lick her pussy while she came over and over.

When she could stand no more, she guided herself down over his cock. She lowered herself to take the tip of the massive cock. Her pussy swallowed the head and she moved slowly downward inch by inch. He held her hips and fucked her slowly before she moved even further down on his cock. She came twice more before she got to the bottom. When it was over she had taken his twelve inch cock all the way up. His girth was more impressive than the length. Doreen could tell that Barbara and probably all of the women had been fucked by such big cocks that they could stretch enough to accommodate. Doreen was wet and flowing. She fingered her own pussy until she came.

Malcome thrust into her over and over. She grunted and groaned with each stroke. He easily held her and allowed her to fall over his hard cock. Each stroke revealed the space between them and showed his ebony cock coated and shining from the lubrication between the two. Malcome groaned and said, “Here it comes, baby”

“Yes, Malcome, shoot my cunt full of your fertile seed. Knock me up, baby. Fuck this married white pussy and give me a black bastard child.”

Malcome shouted, “This white pussy is mine. She can’t fuck no skinny white cock no more.”

Malcome rolled Barbara over and let her lie on the bed. Her pussy was red and ravaged. It was still gaping open and the cum was starting to flow. Each heartbeat seemed to propel the flow. Everyone stood petrified as they watched the cum gush out of her. She slowly rubbed her engorged clit with some of the juice. The cum was running down her pussy into the crack of her ass and onto the linens. Doreen was also impressed that Sharee had a plastic mattress protective lining under the fitted sheet. Barbara’s pussy looked like a drenched newborn. There was so much cum running out of her that it seeped under her ass. Finally the flow lessened. Barbara got up and bowed to the audience and headed toward the bathroom.

That left Doreen and Alex. Sharee looked at her questioning if she wanted to fuck Alex. Doreen was so hot that she got up and pulled his pants down and started sucking his long cock. She said that it was not as big around as the other guys, but it was very long. She sucked him and took him as deep as she could. Alex did not have the staying power after watching all of the couples fucking. He began shooting off in Doreen’s mouth. She pulled back and allowed him to finish. She was targeted in the hair, face and front of her top. Her body was drenched. Her face was a mess and her makeup was ruined. She had been leaking milk since the start and it had the front of her top and skirt wet through and through. Her breasts were now so heavy that they were plastered with her top. She looked like she was wearing see through clothing.

The rest of the evening was pretty much the same. Raymond fucked Doreen and shot another load into her married pussy. Doreen said that one of the highlights of the evening was watching Judy deep throat Malcome. She would not have believed it possible. Malcome came while he was in her throat. They thought Judy would surely suffocate, but apparently she was a veteran at deep throating black cock.

Everyone had to get home. The children would all be asleep by then. Barbara and Judy walked home in their robes and high heels. Sharee let Charley sleep over and promised to pick him up first thing the next morning. Doreen drove the short distance to our home and regaled me with all the details as best as she could remember.

Having passed and enjoyed the first orientation meeting to the club, Doreen was already accepted. The girls assured her that they would plan a more family friendly outing soon so everyone could get to know us. We were waiting for the invitation and looking forward to the adults only gathering also.

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Chapter 1

Colleen lit the birthday candles on her husband’s cake and turned out the dinning room light. She loved surprising her husband and this being his thirty-fifth birthday wasn’t any different. She baked his favorite, chocolate frosting over chocolate.

“Paul. Are you coming?”

“Honey. I’ll be there in just a moment.”

Paul walked into the dinning room and saw the candles flicking.

“Surprise!”

Colleen jumped out from behind the doorway. She gave Paul a huge hug and kissed his cheek and gave him his present.

“Honey. Go ahead and open it and see what I bought you.”

Paul began ripping th paper off the box and looked inside.

“Oh. Honey! You got us tickets for this Sunday’s NASCAR race.”

Paul was happy. He was married to the most beautiful and kind women in the world. Paul and Colleen were celebrating their fifth wedding anniversary that year. They had met working at the same bank together. Colleen had been a teller at the time. Paul worked as a loan officer.

Colleen was thirty-one and fourteen years younger than Paul but they fell in love and decided to get married after dating for almost two years.

Colleen was petite with long dark hair. She has a perky little butt, and a tiny narrow waist and fairly large breasts for a tiny woman of her size. At 5’3″ tall and only 100 pounds, her legs were long and slim giving the illusion that she was much taller.

Paul was compact himself and not much taller than Colleen. He’d actually worked as a jockey when her graduated high school for about a year while attending community college.

Colleen had another surprise waiting for Paul that night when he got into bed. She walked out wearing a green nightie with a matching thong. She playfully jumped on the bed and pulled the blanket off Paul.

They kissed as Colleen slid his pajama bottoms down his legs allowing his dick to spring free. The tiny thong didn’t stay on Colleen very long as Paul pulled on the elastic until it slipped down her adorable little butt.

“Honey. Sit on my face.”

Colleen giggled as she scooted herself along Paul’s chest and positioned her legs on each side of his head. This was her favorite position before he mounted her. Paul had a very talented tongue and could make her have multiple orgasms.

Colleen actually bought Paul a gold pendent with the rolling stone’s cymbal of the tongue on it for his birthday last year. It turned out to be a private joke between the couple because he wore it everywhere and people would ask him if it meant anything.

“Uh. Darling. That’s so good.”

Colleen was wiggling her ass around above her husband’s face as she held onto the headboard for support. Paul would call her a wiggle worm the way she moved around above him.

Colleen’s body began trembling as her hands clutched the headboard as Paul skillfully worked the tip of his tongue against her clitoris.

“Uh. Yeah. Baby. Do it to me. Uh. Um. God. I’m going too . . . Cum. Shit.”

Paul held the palm of his hands on her ass while she pushed down into his face. She often lost control and pushed herself down as hard as she could when she came so Paul had to keep her from squishing his head.

Colleen began settling down again as Paul worked his tongue delicately against her clit. Paul wasn’t well endowed and he knew it so he would try to perform in a way that would be both stimulating to Colleen and himself. He loved having her sit on his face.

“Honey. Please. Pinch my ass.”

Colleen loved having her ass pinched as he liked her pussy. Paul learned by teasing her when they were dating that Colleen had a fetish about having her ass pinched. This helped her intensify her orgasms and brought her to another plateau.

She would tilt her head back and close her eyes as Paul gently pinched her skin and he would hit a certain spot with his tongue at the same time that would instantly make her cum.

“Oh. Fuck . . . Uh . . . God . . . Yeah . . . Oh . . . Yeah . . . So. Good . . . “

Paul could look straight up and see the expression on Colleen’s face when she came. He saw the gleam in her eyes which told him how well he was performing. Colleen often joked about having his tongue insured.

Colleen’s body temporary relaxed as she looked down into her husband’s eyes and ran her fingers in his hair. She was still gently rocking her body as he worked his tongue on her pussy. This was her way of giving them a little break in between her orgasms.

“Oh. Honey. I love you so much.”

Paul couldn’t verbally respond with his mouth covered with pussy but Colleen knew how much he loved her by looking into his eyes.

Colleen straightened herself back into position and clutched the headboard again as Paul worked his magic with his tongue in her pussy. All Colleen had to do was keep focused on how much they were in love to make her cum. It happened almost instantly when she moved into position.

“Ah . . . God . . . Yes . . . Paul . . . Baby . . . Yeah . . . “

Colleen was having her third orgasm, and knew Paul wanted to cum so she slid back down his chest şişli escort and impaled herself on Paul’s stiff dick with one gentle shove. She felt tight as a glove although Paul wasn’t any larger than four inches. Colleen never had any children and she was built very small and was a perfect fit for Paul.

Paul held her ass while she leaned forward and kissed his lips and started rocking up and down his cock.

“God . . . You always feel so tight.”

Colleen kissed her husband again as she moved above him and swayed her hips making him moan again.

“Honey. You’re going to make me cum too quick.”

Colleen giggled.

“If it feels good, let it happen.”

It wasn’t a minute later that Paul started grunting and moaned.

“Oh. Yeah . . . Here it is . . . God . . . Yeah . . . “

Colleen had her own talent as she flexed her talented pussy muscles to milk Paul’s cum. She got the idea about learning how to control her muscles down there when she learned how to belly dance.

Paul’s eyes were closed as he spurted one more shot inside his wife as he felt her pussy milking every last drop out of his balls. He finally opened his eyes and saw Colleen smiling down at him.

“Are you ready?”

Paul smiled and shook his head as Colleen reached for a towel on the night stand and laid it out along Paul’s body. She slowly raised herself off his cock holding his sperm inside her pussy. She positioned herself over the towel than pushed his cum out of her pussy letting it drip onto the towel.

Colleen had so much control with her pussy muscles that she was able to hold it inside as long as she needed. Paul loved to see it drip out so that’s why she came up with the idea of using the towel. He thought it was too slimy to drip out on his legs.

She would much prefer holding it inside her until she reached the toilet but she loved pleasing her husband and would do anything to please him. Paul wiped the outside area around Colleen’s pussy with the towel as she raised herself and walked to the bathroom.

Paul laid back on the pillow with his hands under his head watching Colleen’s little ass shacking on its way to the toilet. Paul folded the towel, not wanting to look at his cum any longer. It always reminded him of the fact that his sperm count was too low to produce any children.

Colleen wanted children just as bad as he did and they always thought about adopting but put it off every year because of financial reasons.

Paul fell asleep with his arm around Colleen thinking how lucky he was to be married to suck a loving and caring wife.

Chapter 2

Sunday was a beautiful day for the race, the sun was shining and it wasn’t extremely hot. Colleen and Paul were walking around visiting the different concession stands that were parked around the entrance to the track. Paul bought Colleen a cap and as he placed it on her head, he noticed a black man starring at them from across the isle.

Paul thought he recognized the man but couldn’t place him. Later when they were seated, Paul just happen to turn around and saw the man sitting about four rolls behind Colleen. He was starring back at Paul so Paul quickly turned around and ignored it.

The race was well under way and Colleen had drunk so much soda that she had to run to the lady’s room. Paul watched her walk up the isle and saw the black man get up and follow Colleen up the steps.

Paul tried to keep his eye on Colleen but there were so many people in the isle that it was almost impossible to see her. He was getting a little worried and kept watching for Colleen to return. He was worried and looked at his watch and saw she was gone for almost twenty minutes when he decided to go and find her.

Paul stood and just as he was ready to move saw Colleen making her way back to their seat. He felt so relieved that she had returned.

“I was getting worried about you.”

“Oh. There was a long line in the bathroom.”

“Oh.”

“Paul. I was on my way back and a man stopped me and introduced himself as our new neighbor. He moved in last weekend and said he recognized us and wanted to say hello. He told me that his name was Marvin.”

“Honey. By any chance was this guy a black man?”

“Yeah. Have you seen him already?”

Paul turned around and saw the black guy smiling back at him and nodded his head.

“No. I think he’s sitting behind us.”

Colleen turned to look and waived and smiled at the man.

Driving back home, Paul mentioned the way Marvin had starred at them.

“Honey. That guy gave me the creeps the way he was looking at us. I happen to notice starring at us a couple times while we were at the track.”

“Oh. Paul. I don’t think he meant any harm. I just think he recognized us and wanted to introduce himself like he mentioned.”

“I don’t think we should get too friendly with him.”

“He actually invited us over for a drink later tonight. I didn’t think you would mind. I didn’t know you had eery feelings about him.”

That evening, Paul was waiting in the front yard for Colleen to finish getting ready. He istanbul escorts was looking in the direction of their new neighbor’s house. They lived in the country and Marvin’s house sat back in the woods across the street from their house.

The nearest home from them was about a mile away which made it very secluded. The elderly couple that lived in Marvin’s house had to sell because they could no longer do the work that it desperately needed.

Paul knocked on the front door and Marvin greeted them. He appeared to be friendlier than Paul had seen at the track. Marvin was black and he was muscular and tall. He was very well dressed and his house seemed very neat and clean.

“You must excuse the house. I’m still getting everything the way I want it.”

Paul shook his hand as they sat down. Colleen sat next to Paul and straightened her dress. She had showered and changed her clothes and was wearing a casual dress with flip flops.

“So. Marvin. What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a writer. I write books about humane psychology.”

Colleen took an interest as she asked.

“Oh. That is very interesting. I bet you have a degree in psychology. Have you ever worked in a clinic or practiced on your own?”

“Yes. I actually do and work with the hospital with their mental ward.”

Paul couldn’t help notice that Marvin kept watching Colleen as if he was studying her. Paul listened, the way Marvin questioned Colleen about her family, education, hobbies, and their marriage. Paul felt Marvin was getting too personal for their first meeting as neighbors.

Marvin had prepared them drinks and Paul was sure feeling tired. He had almost fallen asleep next to Colleen who was blabbing away with their new neighbor.

Paul must have missed a portion of the conversation as Colleen nudged him to wake up.

“Honey. I better get you home before you fall asleep here on Marvin’s sofa. It was so nice meeting you and learning so much tonight. Oh. I’ll be here around noon tomorrow for tea.”

Colleen helped Paul get on his feet and to the door as she shook hands with Marvin.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Paul held onto Colleen as they walked across the street in the dark. The only sound that could be heard was the loud chirping of the crickets.

Paul seemed dazed as she held onto his arm to keep him from falling down.

“Honey. I don’t know what it was but I seemed to get really tired talking to Marvin.”

“That’s all right Honey. You had a long day. You’re problebly tired from being at the race all day.”

Chapter 3

Paul was ready for work that Monday morning and kissed Colleen on his way out. He almost forgot that she was having tea with Marvin at lunch and wouldn’t call her as he normally did every day.

Colleen was actually excited to be joining Marvin that day. He appeared to be a very interesting man. She dressed as usual in her shorts and a knit top and slipped on her flip flops and walked over to Marvin’s house with a dish of home made cookies.

Colleen knocked on the screen door.

“Come in. It’s open.”

Colleen stepped through the door and saw Marvin at the sink getting cups for the tea. She politely put the dish of cookies she had baked on the kitchen table.

“Go ahead and sit down and make yourself comfortable.”

Colleen smiled as she sat down and waited for her host to join her. Marvin walked over with her tea and sat across the table from her.

“Thank you for bringing the cookies. That was really sweat of you.”

“Oh. It’s nothing. I like to bake and do it all the time for my husband.”

“How long have you two been married?”

“We just celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary.”

“Mmm. Sounds like the two of you have a good thing going there. Do you have any plans for children in the future?”

“Well. I would like to say we do but you see, Paul’s sperm count is too low and we are unable to have children. We have considered adopting but maybe in the future.”

“I’m sorry to hear about his problem. Does your husband get depressed or maybe feel inadequate?”

“Marvin. It really bothers Paul a lot but I try and tell him its not his fault.”

“You’re a young woman. Does it bother you that your husband is unable to father a child?”

Colleen hesitated. “Yes. I would love to become a mother.”

“Colleen. I don’t mean to sound too personal, but I’ve had many years of training in my field and have spent much time in counseling married couples. Um. Colleen. Please. I’m sorry if you are offended but may I ask you if you have a good sexual relationship with your husband?”

Colleen blushed. “Oh. I guess we have a good one. I meant . . . Well . . . My husband feels he is inadequate in that department as well.”

“Colleen. I might be able to help you both. Please don’t be afraid to tell me the truth. Does your husband satisfy you sexually?”

Colleen sipped her tea and starred at the cookies. She had a smile on her face but was hesitant to share her thoughts with Marvin. Hesitantly, she finally opened up.

“Paul does another taksim escort thing that makes up for what he can’t do. You see. He is smaller than most normal men but he has another way to please me that I enjoy very much.”

“Colleen. You must love your husband very much to accept such a compensation in your sexual relationship.”

“Uh. Yeah. I guess. I feel so uncomfortable talking about this.”

“Colleen. It’s all right I understand. Most wives refuse to even speak about their sexual relationship with their husband’s. You see. There are many wives who have un fulfilling sexual relationships with their husband’s but they seem mentally stuck. They feel as if they have no other alternative but to accept the life that they have been dealt.”

Colleen sipped on her tea as she listened to Marvin. Marvin took something small and shiny out of his pocket and held it up in front of his face. It was attached to a small thin chain. He started to move it back and forth.

“Colleen. Have you ever seen one of these before?”

“No. I don’t think so. It looks so pretty.”

“I want you to keep your eye on it, Colleen. Watch the crystal. Keep your eyes focused on that crystal. This will help you feel better about yourself. It will take away all of the guilt you are feeling. That’s it. Keep watching it.”

Colleen’s eyes were focused.

“Colleen. You’re beginning to feel sleepy. When you feel sleepy, I want you to close your eyes and sleep. That’s it. Sleep for me.”

Colleen’s eyes were closed and she sat motionlessly in her chair.

“That’s good. I want you to stay asleep for me, Colleen. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want you to explain to me what the special little thing your husband can do for you that you feel compensated when you are being intimate with him.”

Colleen still had her eyes closed as she smiled thinking about what Paul can do with his tongue.

“Paul uses his tongue on my clitoris. He is so skilled at his movements that he can actually make me have multiple orgasms.”

“I’m surprised to learn this. Most women wouldn’t be satisfied only having a tongue bring them to orgasm. Paul must be much less inadequate than I originally figured. Would you say that his penis would match the size of a boy?”

“Yes. Paul isn’t any larger than a cousin I saw when I was a teenager. My cousin was fourteen and we had gone skinny dipping together in a pond once.”

“Colleen. You must still be very tight. Have you learned any skills that would help enhance having sex with Paul?”

Colleen was smiling again.

“I took belly dancing lessons and I learned how to control the muscles in my pussy with movements that I learned by experimenting.”

“Good for you! You’re a very smart woman and you have a very lovely figure. Have you learned any other tricks with your pussy that may help your sad situation?”

Colleen lost her smile for a few seconds thinking about the word, sad that Marvin had said. She retained that smile again as she thought about an answer she could give him.

“When Paul shots his cum into me, I can squeeze my pussy shut tight and hold his sperm inside me as long as I want. Paul loves to see it drip into a towel so I usually do that for him.”

“Colleen. I’m so amazed to learn about your special talents. It’s such a shame that such beauty and talent are going to waste on an inadequate lover.”

“Marvin. Paul is my husband and I try to please him.”

“You are very right to do that, my dear. My professional opinion would be that you should be awarded for such thoughtful consideration. You need to start thinking about your own desires.”

Colleen sat with her eyes still closed but her facial movements indicated that she was wondering and wanted to know about these desires.

“Colleen. When you wake up, you will remember the things that I’m about to explain to you. You will feel the need to explore these ideas and which will become your own desires. You will feel the extreme desire to learn more and to fulfil the desires I will tell you about. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Colleen. I will give you a few web site addresses that I want you to visit. I want you to read the stories and you will develop the sexual desire and need to actually explore these situations yourself. You will learn by reading about other wives who are stuck in a situation much like yourself. Do you understand everything so far?”

“Should I tell Paul about the sites?”

“No. We will keep this to ourselves for now. I want you to remain calm and in my control and I want you to open your eyes now.”

Colleen slowly opened her eyes and starred at Marvin.

“Good. I’m going to give you this list of web sites for you to visit and you will study these subjects. Cuckolding, cheating, black men, interracial sex. Do you understand everything I’ve told you?”

“Yes. I will start researching as soon as I return home.”

“Good. Now before you go, I want you to return back here every day at eleven and report to me about what you have learned. Remember. You will strongly have the desire to obey my commands and continuously have the desire to learn about these subjects. You will be totally aroused when you read about these subjects. You must not allow Paul to find out about any of this. Do you understand?”

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I took a deep breath as I picked up the last bag containing Jimmy’s toys and walked back up the stairs to my mother’s apartment. She was waiting for me with a smile again. She was always happy and cheerful when Rick and I bought her grandson over for a weekend visit.

“Mom. I think I brought in everything.”

“Oh. Jennifer. You know how happy I’m to be able to have little Jimmy here for the weekend. Don’t you and Rick worry a bit? He’ll be just fine here with his grandma.”

Jimmy was playing in the front room with the television blaring away. I smiled and walked over to him and leaned down and gave him a big hug.

“Sweetheart? Mommy is going to miss you very much! I want you to behave and listen to your grandma for me. OK?”

Jimmy just shook his head as I kissed his cheek. Mom was standing near the doorway with a big smile as always. I hugged her tight.

“Thanks Mom. I’ll call on Sunday to see how he’s doing. Oh. Mom. Don’t give him a lot of candy. Make sure he eats his dinner before you give him any snacks.”

“Jennifer. Don’t you worry about a thing? You and Rick go and have a nice time at that business convention.”

I waived as I walked toward the stairs. I rushed down the stairway to my car and got inside and called Rick. “Honey? I should be home in a couple hours. I’m going to stop by the mall and pick up something to wear for tonight.”

Rick seemed preoccupied. He was problebly getting everything ready for tonight. I hope I didn’t disappoint him. I stepped on the gas and turned the corner. I wasn’t far from the mall. Dam! I saw flashing lights in my mirror and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Yes. I was nervous. I looked into the mirror and saw the officer pulling behind me and quickly got out my licence and registration. I had just enough time to unbutton my blouse. I got one and them the second button and adjusted my shoulders.

Good. He’ll see a lot of cleavage! I turned my head around and smiled and made sure the officer got a good peek at my boobs. Fuck! A dam woman, police officer!

“Can I see your licence and registration, Mam?”

I gave her what she needed and saw her starring at my boobs. She glanced at my licence and took another look down into the car. She seemed to hesitate for a moment as she glanced at my boobs again. This didn’t look good.

I waited in my car for several minutes until the officer walked back and gave me my licence and registration back to me. I found it rather strange. She kneeled down next to my door so my boobs were in her view and smiled.

“Mam. You were driving ten over the speed limit. Please be careful around here. We have a lot of children that cross the road going to the mall.”

I smiled back at her as she slowly got to her feet. I was putting my things back in my purse and could see her still starring at me as she walked back to her car. Oh. Boy! Just what I need. A dam lesbian cop! It got me off the hook and that’s all that mattered!

I pulled into the mall and got out of the car. I swung my purse over my shoulder and heard someone whistling at me as I headed for the mall doors. I get that a lot. I’m blonde with long legs and when I’m wearing heels like I’m today, they make my legs appear as if they are a mile long!

I strutted my way from shop to shop looking for the perfect dress. I didn’t realize that my blouse buttons were still undone until a few old ladies gave me a nasty stare! I grinned at the last one. I wanted to tell her off so bad!

I think I looked, hot for twenty-nine! Having one kid and getting myself back in shape with a trim tummy! Lord! Rick wanted to have another! Men just don’t realize what us women have to go through to make ourselves attractive and desirable for them.

Gee Wheeze! I spent almost three hours last night, trimming and shaving my pussy and legs and do you think I got the slightest compliment from Rick? As I mentioned earlier, Rick was preoccupied so shaving my pussy wasn’t exactly just for him. I’ll explain that later. I have to find a dress!

I tried on several in one shop then went to another place where everything looked like hookers shopped there. I was intrigued and fascinated and shopped around until I saw flashing lights in my head that said. This is bahçelievler escort the one!

It was purple and appeared short and clingy. I looked at the tag. Size five! Yes! ……I had to try this one on. I wiggled my hips and slipped the thin material across my hips until I was ready for the straps. “Oh dear God! Let this one be the one!”

Yes. It was working. I slowly cupped my boobs into the material and slowly pulled the thin straps over my arms. I shifted the material and starred into the mirror. I turned and stood on my toes and ran my hands across my ass. You might say I have a nice full round bottom for a woman my size.

I turned and got close to the mirror and checked out my cleavage. The tight material pushed my boobs together making them appear gigantic! OK. I’m a thirty-sex D cup. Big but not gigantic but they were to me!

I bought the dress and walked to another shop and found a pair of heels I liked. I had the guy go and find a size six for me. He came out and put the heel on my foot for me. I leaned down and helped him get the shoe on my foot and forgot I still had one button undone.

I think I just made this eighteen-year old’s day for him as I got into both heels. He was very helpful and put the shoes back into the box for me. I stood and swung my purse over my shoulder and gave my ass an extra wiggle for him as he followed me to the counter to pay for them.

I returned home and pulled the car into the garage. God! It was after six! I had to change my clothes. I ran through the door and saw the light flashing on the phone. It was a message from my husband, Rick.

“Hi Honey! I guess you’re at your mother’s for dinner. I just got into Seattle and it’s raining here. I’ll be checking into my hotel room in another hour. I’ll call you on Sunday! Tell Jimmy that Daddy say’s hello!”

I slipped out of my shorts and ran into the bedroom and took a quick shower. I slipped into my new dress and searched through my drawers looking for that sexy black garter belt with the ultra thin straps.

I hooked the nylons into the tiny clasps then put on my new heels thinking about that young salesman again with a grin on my face. I put on my eye liner and lipstick and squirted a little dab of perfume around my neck.

God! I’m so nervous I can feel my stomach churning. I grabbed my keys and my purse and walked out to the car and pressed the garage door opener. I had parked in the garage so my nosy neighbor wouldn’t see me leaving in this thin dress. I’m sure they’d have something to say to Rick about it.

I drove to the north end of town and pulled off into the new condo development and turned down the street and began looking for the address he gave me. There was the condo number I needed. Number one fifty-three. I pulled the car into an empty spot and turned off the engine. I felt my heart pounding as I flipped open the makeup mirror on the viser.

I put my car keys into my purse and starred at my diamond on my wedding ring. It was a two-carat marquis. I started to slip it off but remembered that he knew I was married. I got out of the car and slowly walked the pathway to his front door. God! My heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest.

I rang the doorbell and waited. I heard the click of the lock and the door opened. There he was starring at me with a smile. “Jennifer?”

I held out my hand and smiled. “Yes. You must be Devon?”

He took my hand and leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I wasn’t expecting that so soon.

I walked into his house as he closed the door.

I smiled. “Well. It’s nice to finally meet you after all those emails and phone calls.”

He was rather quite as he escorted me into his front room where I sat on the sofa. “You’re much prettier in person then in your pictures, Jennifer.”

I was glad to hear that! “Thank you and your much more handsome in person and taller then I expected. How tall are you again?”

“I’m six-seven.”

I smiled and commented on his muscular physic. “You weren’t kidding me when you said you lifted weights. You have broad shoulders and huge arms.”

He flexed his arm in a usual pose and held his arm out for me to squeeze. I used both hands to squeeze bayan escort istanbul his muscles. “Oh. My Lord!” I nervously replied and laughed.

He held the pose for me as I moved my fingers across his arm and checked out all the tattoos on his arm. “I like your tattoos on your arms. Do they have any special meaning?”

“Well. This one here represents my hometown and the one over here is for my two brothers.”

Devon turned around and showed me the other arm as I looked carefully with interest at the tattoos that he told me about on his other arm. I held my hand on his arm and became fascinated with the contrast of our skin as much as with Devon’s tattoos.

My skin was pale white. I hadn’t been out in the sun recently. Devon’s skin was coal black and what surprised me the most was how I could see his tattoos on his black skin so well.

Devon starred at my boobs often as he ushered me into the kitchen to make us drinks. He put his hands on my waist from behind to move me away from the refrigerator door. His hands felt big and strong as he gently squeezed my waist.

“How long will your husband be out of town?”

“He’ll be gone until Monday. He’ll be flying home late in the morning. I have to pick up the baby that morning and be home for home.”

Devon had a deep voice which matched his physic. I remember calling him the first night on my cell phone and listening to him speak. Devon handed me my drink and snuck a little kiss from me again. I smiled as I took a sip.

Devon wasn’t shy as he stood within inches of me and leaned against the counter and just starred at me from my feet to my head. “Are you getting excited?”

Devon’s question caught me off guard. “I’m really nervous. Can’t you tell?”

I started to put the glass to my lips as Devon stepped in front of me and put his arm around my waist and leaned down and gave me a kiss only this time it was much longer and he gently parted my lips. I accepted his tongue and kissed him back.

Everything was taking place quite fast but we’d talked on the phone for hours before setting up this meeting. Devon took the glass out of my hand we kissed and circled his big arms around me as I held his shoulders.

He was strong and forceful and his kisses were passionate as he poked his tongue deep inside my mouth as I wrapped my hand around the back of his head. One of his hands lowered to cup my ass while he gently moved his other onto my shoulder and held me tight.

I felt dwarfed by his huge size as he kept me pinned against the counter as we kissed. I started breathing hard as he stopped kissing me for a moment. He lifted my dress and poked his hand underneath and ran his hand across my ass and squeezed my flesh. He kissed me again and then lowered his face to my neck and kissed me under my chin making my tremble with excitement.

I lost all thoughts about how I was going to cheat on my husband. The only thought I had at that moment was that I’d soon live out my fantasy of being screwed by a large black man.

Devon’s hands were moving everywhere now and I felt my dress being slipped down off one of my shoulders. Devon kissed and licked his way down to my boob and lowered my dress until my nipple was exposed and circled his lips around it and sucked like a baby.

I cradled his head with my hand, feeling his tongue touching my sensitive boobs and the gentle nibbling of his teeth. I closed my eyes as his hands traveled around my body and felt one hand as it slipped under my thong and cupped my pussy mound.

I felt his finger searching for my pussy slit as I moved my hips trying to help him locate his target. Devon lifted his head away from my boob and planted his lips over mine, sending his tongue deep into my mouth. I sucked at it as if it were candy as his finger played with my clit.

Devon removed his hand out from under my thong and reached down and pulled the hem of my dress over my head as I raised my arms making it simply removed in one swift pull. His hand reached out and cupped one of my boobs as he put the other hand around my waist and pulled me next to his body.

I reached between his legs and felt his cock. He was big and hard! My free hand began unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed şirinevler escort my shoulder.

Devon removed his shirt causing me to gasp as I saw how huge his chest was. Muscles were rippling everywhere on this man. He had the best looking physic I ever saw on a man this huge!

Devon circled his arms around me as we kissed. I moved one hand behind his neck while stroking his chest with the other.

I unbuckled his pants letting them fall to the floor and grabbed hold of his thong and pulled it away from his big cock. We stopped kissing long enough so I could look down and see it. It was huge and sticking straight out. I reached down and stroked it with my hand while he kissed me again. It was extremely thick as he circled my fingers around it I could tell he must have been more then twice as large as my husband!

Devon slipped his thong down his legs and stepped out from under the little thing as he kissed my neck and backed me toward the kitchen table and quickly lifted me up and put me on the edge. He pushed me back until I laid down and grabbed my thighs and scooted me until my ass was hanging over the edge of the table.

He stretched my legs up and kissed my ankles and then my legs until he worked his way down to my thighs. A few moments later, Devon was licking my pussy and dropped my legs over his big shoulders as I put my fingers near his forehead. My fingers were stretched out as far as they could go as I felt his tongue splitting my pussy lips apart and touching my clit.

Devon worked expertly on my pussy until my hips were grinding around the table top. He had me moaning as my body jerked every time he touched my clit with his tongue. A few seconds later and I was coming and shaking all around that table.

He held my legs in the air and rested them against his chest as he slapped his big cock down against my tummy a few tines and inserted it between my pussy lips and teased me with the head. He kept doing this and watching me as I gave him a pitiful stare. I finally had to beg him to put it inside me.

Devon pushed forward and the head popped inside me. I groaned feeling it stretch my pussy lips apart. Devon kept moving his body back and forth slowly sending his thick cock inside me each time he moved. It went a little deeper with each thrust until I felt the head hit my cervix.

He kissed my legs as I reached out and held his hands as he kept pumping that big black cock inside my belly. My body moved along the table top with each thrust Devon made inside me. A few minutes later and he held his hands out for me to sit up and took me into his arms while keeping me mounted on his big cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist knowing that he wanted to pick me up and he did just that!

Devon cupped my ass in his big hands and moved me and down his pole like I was a rag doll. My fingers were locked together behind his neck as he bounced me up and down. I gasped for air with each thrust he made as my legs and feet remained locked behind his ass.

Devon screwed me a few more minutes then held me against his chest as he started walking toward his bedroom with me mounted on his cock. He reached the bedroom and laid me onto the bed and somehow scooted me up to the pillow and mounted me again. His cock filled and stretched me to the limit.

His cock didn’t hurt but I knew I’d be sore and stretched after this. My pussy was so wet that he slipped in and out of me with ease in spit being so tight. I was able to lift my head enough to look down between my legs and see his huge cock slicing into my bare white pussy. I was amazed at the contrast of out skin together.

My body began reacting again and I came again as Devon pounded my pussy. His large thighs were slapping against my upturned ass with each stroke until he began grunting and I could feel his cock expand if that was possible. His strokes became long and slower until he moved deep inside me a couple more times and shot his hot load of cum inside my pussy.

Yes. I could feel his hot cum as it filled my pussy. Devon stroked a couple more times and collapsed on top of me as he tried to catch his breath. He was heave and I was glad he lifted himself off me a few seconds later so I could breathe.

His cock slipped out of my pussy with a plopping wet noise. Devon laid back on the bed next to me as he reached for a towel on the night stand and wiped off his forehead.

Devon leaned over and planted another kiss on my lips and asked. “Will you spend the night with me, Jennifer?”

I just shook my head letting him know I would.

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“Candice!” I heard my name being called from across the quad. I was sitting on a bench trying to absorb this last bit of philosophy knowledge before my final, but it was far too hard to concentrate on books when the day was another perfect Denver afternoon. Jesse, my best friend, was hurrying toward me with the biggest smile on his face. “Candice! You are never going to believe what I got today…”

“Did you get in?” I whispered. He sat down next to me and waved a folded piece of paper in my face.

“Yes! I got into Wash U.’s grad program! I just found out today!”

“Oh, Jesse!” I squealed. “That’s terrific!” I gave him a huge hug and a noisy kiss on the cheek. I watched his face flush, and his lips stretched into a bigger grin. “So what are you going to do to celebrate?”

“I’m getting loaded tonight!” Jesse said with a laugh. I chuckled along with him because we both knew that wasn’t going to happen. Jesse has been a recovering alcoholic since I’ve known him.

“I would like to take you out tonight. You know, to celebrate.” I touched his hand gently.

“Even better, how about if I take you out?” I started to protest, but Jesse jumped up and started to walk away. “Be ready at seven-thirty, okay?”

“Okay, but…”I watched him disappear behind a gaggle of freshman girls who stared with open mouths as he passed through their group. I knew what they were looking at; Jesse is easily one of the best looking men I know. He’s tall with spiky, sandy hair, and this perfect nose that I would say is his best feature. Isn’t it strange that a nose should be a great feature? His nouth is nice too. Plainly put, Jesse is a handsome man and women (and some men too) stare at him. I smiled a little to myself and stood up. Just one more stinky final to finish and I could graduate.

I was sitting in front of my mirror at six forty-five putting on my makeup after a long, hot shower. My hair was done up in a towel to catch the drips of water from my wet hair, and my brown face was scrubbed clean and waiting for embellishment. I had just picked up my eyeliner when there was an insistent knock on the door. I sighed unhappily because I still had forty-five minutes to get ready by my clock, and I just knew it was Jesse. I threw the eyeliner down onto the countertop and stamped to the door.

“I hope your house burned down!” I yelled from my side of the door and then I yanked it open. Standing at the door was my adorable bestest friend in the world.

“Naw, it didn’t burn down, but I couldn’t wait to see you! Could you hurry? I’m starving!” He pushed past me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“I thought I had a few more minutes to get ready, so hold on okay?” I made a huge show of wiping off my cheek, then I stalked back to my bedroom with Jesse right behind me.

“I can’t believe I’m moving to St. Louis,” Jesse said softly as he lay down on my bed. He was careful not to let his shoes touch the duvet. Something that is a quirk of Jesse’s and always has been. He watched carefully as I put first my eyeshadow, then my eyeliner on, then he sat up and watched with interest as I brushed blush onto my cheeks. When I put my lipstick on, Jesse leaned forward and fixed his eyes on my mouth. “I like that color.”

“Thanks,” I said with a smile. “Now get out of here so that I can put my clothes on.” I said taking the towel off of my head and shaking my mane of curls. Jesse just kept staring and then finally shook his head as if he had just heard me. “Get!”

“Do I have to?” he groaned playfully.

“Yes, and the sooner you leave the sooner we can go eat. Now, go!” I ordered. Jesse sank back against the pillows and folded his hands beneath his head. He gave me a wicked grin and lifted his eyebrows in a silent “come make me” gesture. “Come on, Jesse!” I whined. “Just let me get dressed.”

Jesse hummed a wordless tune and closed his eyes. “Asshole!” I muttered under my breath as I walked to the side of the bed that Jesse wasn’t lying on. I kneeled next to him and gave him a shove off, then giggled with glee at his surprised expression as his arse hit the floor. I slipped into the bathroom with a backward glance and shut the door firmly.

I hurried as I put on my tank top and swishy skirt. I may not be the blonde, stick-thin variety of woman that seems to run rampant in the Denver area, but I’m no aksaray escort slouch either. I admired myself from every angle in the mirror and when I was satisfied, I opened the door and found Jesse back on the bed.

“You ready?” he asked as he sat up slowly.

“I just need my shoes, then we can go,” I got down on my hands and knees and searched under my bed for the perfect strappy heels that I knew were somewhere under there. I found them and slid them onto me feet. They had cost a fortune, especially since I was a broke college student who was paying for everything herself. But hey, they made me feel like a million bucks and that alone made them worth it.

“You look beautiful, Candice.” Jesse took my hand and lead me out of the bedroom.

“Eh,” I scrunched my face and shrugged my shoulders. Like I said, I’m no slouch, but my look is definitely “exotic” compared to the women I see around me everyday. We hopped into Jesse’s car and went to our favorite chinese restaurant in Cherry Creek. While we waited for our table, I had a glass of wine and Jesse had a glass of club soda. I was telling him all the details of my latest date with the guy I had been seeing casually, Tone.

“Do you think it’s serious with you two?” Jesse asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“To tell you the truth, no. He’s jealous of you and he has a hairy back and ugly feet. It’s the same old story, I thought he would be better than Stephan, but in the end, I’m left with just fucked up little ol’ me.” I laughed a little then frowned into my wine. “I’m tired of Mister Right Now, Jess. I want something real. Something that will last.”

Jesse started to say something, but the beautiful Asian hostess walked up to us and let us know that out table was ready.

We ate a lesiurely dinner, taking the food from one another’s plates and laughing at our fortunes. Jesse suggested we get ice cream after I paid the bill. We walked a few blocks to the best homemade ice cream parlor in the metro area, then we walked along the street chatting and window shopping. We came to a wonderful toy store and as I was peering through the window at a hideously ugly baby doll, I heard Jesse clear his throat.

“Did you see that thing?” I asked as I took a bite of rich, creamy chocolate ice cream. It was sinfully delicious and I turned to Jesse and closed my eyes in ecstacy.

“I love you, Candice,” Jesse said simply. My eyes flew open and I looked at him dumbfounded,for exactly two seconds.

“I love you, too, Jesse. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“Not in a friendly way,” the exasperation in his voice was audible. “I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you since the day we met—since the very first time I laid eyes on you in fact.”

“What?!” I squealed. We met the first day that I moved into the dorms. My mother and stepfather were helping me move my things into the dorm and on one of my trips back from the car, I was having trouble getting a box through the door when suddenly, out of nowhere, this goodlooking guy not only opens the door but takes the box out of my hand. We laughed all the way up to my room in the elevator and when we came into the room, Jesse introduced himself to all of us as Jesse Burke. He told us that he was from L.A. and that he was just starting at DU himself. My mother had been so impressed with his manners that she had invited him to dinner on the spot. Jesse declined with a thank you and said that he would see me soon and whistled on his way out the door and down the hall.

The next day, after my parents had taken off, I stood in the parking lot long after the car had pulled away. I was feeling quite small and alone when I felt an arm circle my waist and pull me close to a solid, warm body.

I looked up surprised. “Why the long face? You look like your dog just died.” Jesse said with a little twinkle in his eye.

“My mom just left and I feel, I don’t know, alone is the word I guess.” I felt tears well up in my eyes and my heart felt like it was going to break right there.

“Nah, you’re not alone. C’mon, let’s get a bite to eat.” He steered me in the direction of the student center and we sat in the cafeteria taking and laughing until we were finally told to leave, the place had closed and we hadn’t even noticed. At the end of the evening bayan escort we walked back to the dorm together and when he dropped me off at the door to my wing there was a pause while I grabbed my key.

“Thanks for cheering me up. I really needed that.” I smiled at him then shyly reached up to hug him around the neck. “You were such a great friend, and I really needed that.”

“Yeah,” Jesse had said. His voice was muffled by my hair. We pulled away and he waved a little and walked away. “See ya, Pal.”

“Hey, Jesse?” He poked his head from around the corner near the elevator. “I hope…I mean that is…I don’t know anyone here and I was wondering if you wanted to grab breakfast in the morning.” I blurted. A slow smile had spread across his face and he nodded.

“I’ll give you a call in the morning, okay?” The elevator binged to let us know that it was there.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you then. Go get your elevator.”

“Tomorrow,” he said with one last nod and then he disappeared.

“Since then?” I came back to the present with a shake of my head. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I never had the chance. Every time I tried to tell you it was just never the right time, or we were interrupted, or something happened! I’ve been trying to tell you for four years how much you mean to me, and the one time I finally said something you were too drunk to remember!”

“What are you talking about? I would definitely remember a conversation like that!” I snapped.

“It was right after that party with your sorority sisters—“

“Oh my god!” I whispered. “You promised to never ever bring that up!”

I had been partying with some of my former sorority sisters last year, and had had such a shitty day that I just sat and drank until it was time to leave, some eight hours later. I somehow convinced my ride to take me to Jesse’s apartment and I let myself in. Neither he, nor his roomate were home, and by the time Jesse had finally come home from a late study date, he found me in the kitchen with my only my bra and panties on, slumped on the floor where I had passed out. He said that he had tried to get me to walk, but I couldn’t hold my own weight so he had carried me to his bed and when he laid me down I had grabbed him and kissed him passionately and begged him to make love to me. We didn’t make love, but we kissed and touched one another until I made a dash to the bathroom, and spent the better part of the night throwing up, with Jesse taking care of me. I made him swear the next day that we would never mention what had happened the night before. I was embarrased beyond belief, but I let him fuss over me all the next day and even took the gentle ribbing that he gave me, though he was true to his word and never brought up us making out.

“I wanted make love to you, Candice. I really did.” He touched my face tenderly, then my hair. How had I missed all the love that was being expressed in his eyes right then? “I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful woman I have ever known.”

“Oh, Jesse, I’m afraid that it just wouldn’t be a good idea for us to get involved.” I turned from him and started walking slowly in the direction of the car. He must have followed because I heard him say:

“I’m moving away in a few weeks, and I want to be able to say that we tried.”

I had to have time to digest everything. He’s been in love with me for four years and never said anything? I thought to myself over and over.

Truth be told, I had never really thought of him in that way. I thought he was really cute, but I’d never dated a white guy, and hadn’t ever really planned to.

“Please say something, Candice!” He said desperately when we got to the car.

“I don’t know what to say. Can I have a few more minutes?” I glanced at his drawn face. He nodded and started the engine and drove the short distance to my apartment. He stopped the car out front with the engine idyling, but I asked him to come in. “We really have to talk.” I added.

I lead him up the stairs and when I opened the door my roomate, Molly, was sitting on the sofa in the livingroom. We said hello quickly and went to my room where I shut the door firmly and leaned my forehead against it.

“I never should have told you,” Jesse said softly. “We were so good as friends, and I thought that maybe we could feriköy escort try being together as more than that. Candice, don’t leave me. We can be friends if that is all you want, I just want you in my life.”

I took a deep breath and turned to face him. My heart thumped in my chest as I saw the naked emotion in his face. “I don’t know what to say. I’m beyond flattered that you want me. Fucked up Candice Wells who can’t keep a decent man in her life. Candice Wells who has no clue where she is going in the next few weeks, months or years. Candice who is nothing but bad for you!” I sobbed. “No, you find a nice girl who is better for you and I promise I’ll dance at your wedding. Hell, I’ll even sing for you. Just don’t want me.”

“But…”

“You know what I’m like, you know how unfaithful I am!” I continued. “You are the only thing in my life that has been constant, and I want you there for a long time. Sex only fucks things up. And I need you more than you will ever know.”

“I know what you are like.” He moved toward me and took my hands in his. “You’re funny and smart and damn sexy and…” he bent his head closer and his words became softer until our lips met and I sighed. It was the sweetest, sexiest kiss I had ever been given. His hands cradled my head and gently pulled me closer to him. My body betrayed me by moving into Jesse’s arms and opening my mouth to let his tounge touch mine. The kiss deepened until I finally pulled away to catch my breath.

“That was amazing!” I whispered. He didn’t answer, he just pulled me to him and kissed me again, this time wrapping his arms around me holding me tightly. My knees felt like they would buckle under me, this was the most amazing sensation I had ever felt; my body felt like it was on fire and when Jesse’s hands slid to the small of my back I became wet, and suddenly it was as if I wasn’t even in control of myself.

“Don’t push me away, Candice. Let me love you and take care of you.”

I hungrily kissed him, I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed him back to the bed all in a few movements. I pushed him back onto the bed and knelt in front of him, crazy to see the bulge in his pants that had been pressing against stomach. I unbuckled his pants and stooped to take his shoes off, then I slid his khaki pants down his slim hips, long legs and finally off his body. I slowly repeated the same ritual with his boxers and when I looked up I grinned at his beautiful cock. It wasn’t the biggest I had ever seen, but it was definitely the prettiest!

I took a slow, torturous lick of the underside and then ran my hands along his thighs, making his breath come in shallow spurts. I leaned over him and gave him a long, sensuous blow job until he tried to scramble away. I held him tightly and let my head bob faster. “Candice, you have to stop, I’m really close to cumming!” He gasped. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and after a few strokes with my hand I buried him in my throat. I felt him shudder a few seconds before I tasted his cum in my mouth. I swallowed all of him, savoring the taste of him, and then I let him go with a soft pop. I smiled sexily at him and stood up. I pulled my tank over my head and threw it on the floor, then I wiggled out of my skirt and crawled up next to him on the bed.

“That was incredible!” Jesse exclaimed looking at me. His eyes were smoky and half closed. He pulled me to him and we cuddled.

“You should see me fuck!” I quipped as I snuggled closer to him.

“No, I never want to just fuck you. I want you to know how much I love you every single time we make love.” He said seriously.

“Every time, huh?” I propped myself up on my elbow.

“So what are you going to do when you have to move out in a few weeks?” He asked as he gazed into my eyes.

“I don’t know.” I said with a shake of my hair. “Go back home I suppose.”

“I could really use a friend to tell me where the best places are to live in St. Louis, and I could use a roomate too.” He lifted his head and kissed my shoulder.

“Are you saying you want to live together?”

“I would like to get married at some point…”

“How about if we try living together first?” I laughed. “You may not like me after you see what I’m like first thing in the morning.” He pulled me onto his chest and kissed the top of each breast.

“I’m sure everything will be just fine, as long as I do everything you say.”

I laughed happily. “I think we’ll get along just fine, Jesse.”

“I love you,” He said softly, cautiously.

“I love you too,” I said giving him a kiss. “I’m pretty sure I always have.”

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