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Chapter 4 -Big Time

This is part of a series of adventures which took place at the villa, after some of the girls were involved in different previous sexual adventures, both ON THE BOAT and AFTER THE BOAT TRIP. So read the previous stories and continue to enjoy the ladies hunger for the satisfaction of the flesh. There are more to come.

I hope you enjoy them. They are all just fiction.

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After that hot night of sex and sexual tension, which had built up during the boat trip, the sexual hunger among the five beautiful young ladies was more than evident. Since we arrived at my villa, the crave, the yearning, the longing and the hunger for the satisfaction of the flesh became stronger and stronger as the hours of the day were passing fast. The five young ladies, Olympia, Diana, Lydia, Aphrodite and Victoria thought of nothing more than how to satisfy their personal self-conscious sexual dreams.

With some of them still virgins, their sexual expectations were only in the brains; just dreams subdued within the inner depth of their sexual core. Those who had already tasted the fruits of sexual pleasures were amazed how little they knew or better how badly informed and mislead they were. Their first quests into the art of sexual pleasures was nothing compared to what they had enjoyed during the first hours since we coincidently met on the boat as it sailed away from Piraeus early last night.

At the villa; the first evening passed incredibly fast; as swiftly as the hours of day had perished. The presence of five beautiful sex hungry ladies was something which wasn’t easily believed to be true; therefore it won’t be easily forgotten. Only during my roaring years at the university I had enjoyed so much and so many but still never so many at the same time. I felt I was in heaven just watching those five beautiful young ladies roaming around the villa, around the garden, sometimes even naked. Not only when they swan and relaxed around the pool but also when they moved around the garden and within the walls of the villa itself they held to their nakedness showing their beautiful elegant bodies.

I felt myself being young again thinking about the days when so many ladies crawled and craved around me for carnal satisfactions or trying to seduce me. I had dozens of followers harassing me for a date or better, for a fuck. I always kept somebody at bay but only when I was comfortable with my curriculum progress, that I picked someone from mostly those who never thought they will fall into my trap. It was always a challenge to go for those who kept a low profile.

Every now and then I used to organise a dirty weekend with the odd occasion inviting up three or four young beauties. Now very mature and nearly at my prime in middle age I feel younger and more in control, I mean when I’m making love. I managed to hold very good control especially when my hard young truncheon is caressed by the female hand or the inside of any hole not only of any young beauty but also of who try to seduce me.

With the training Padme had given me and the lessons in orgasm control I felt I had that last needed edge, to pleasure and satisfy more than one lady at a time, including all their wild hot aspirations. But my lust for the female body was never ending, not to mention the hunger for the extra beauty of some, although none were ever below the norm. They were just very good-looking, beautiful, gorgeous and some; incredibly stunning. Whatever, we are Mediterranean and a lot of people are below the height of 5’7″; but the shapes were within the best of ranges.

The comments from the young ladies after the first love sessions were incredibly positive. Together we enjoyed some really hot and satisfying sessions, were some of the girls enjoyed such mind blowing orgasms that they nearly passed out. The girls described them ‘as out of this world’. The already experienced ladies commented favourably and added that they had never enjoyed such mind blowing orgasms, so their decision to spend their holidays within the walls of my villa, had already paid extensive dividends.

It was getting late; the girls were well fed and spent what spare time they had, swimming, dancing as also enjoying a few extra drops of home made

Wine. The talking and the discussions increased the sexual tension. Whenever I tried to lie down on one of the airbeds under the cover of the olive trees, and above the trees the blue Mediterranean sky, there was always one of those handsome ladies ready to lie down next to me, teasing me, trying to excite me and sending shivers of pleasure through the length of my spine. I loved and cherished those precious moments which were various and very frequent.

Olympia was the first to lie down next to me. After giving me a sweet sexy smile, licked her upper lip and moved her tongue a couple of times, she lowered her head between my legs, took my dick out or my trunks and in no time she had most of it in warmth of her mouth; were it grew to maximum rigidity. Others followed suit, one liked her pussy to be sucked, so she turned around in illegal bahis a sixtynine position and lowered her hot pot over my mouth while she started to massage my little boy. Her body shivered and trembled as my tongue farrowed through between the walls her wet slit. Others just liked to talk, kiss or cuddle. Then Padme walked by and suggested that I needed not only a good massage but it must be followed by a body to body. Padme also stated that the girls needed to start learning something which maybe; it could become useful in later years, when they may have their own men.

They had already brought out the massage table and set it up not too close to the pool area. I lay down on my stomach my trucks still on while resting my face on a small soft pillow. Padme was totally in command. The first thing she took was my swim suit and there all of them turned their concentration towards my naked body and naturally watching what Padme had in mind.

The ladies; who all had a good time experimenting and enjoying the fruits of sexual pleasures were very excited, waiting for what was happening next. Those first twenty four hours were very hectic. Some of the girls who had already experienced sexual massages were left with more sexual hunger and greater sexual satisfaction, something which they had never expected to experience.

Padme took over my body, started the massage from the shoulders, going down over my back explaining in detail how and what and why should be done that way. When she was over the whole my back and my legs, she let the girls experiment, their hands covered in oil were roaming all over my body, one was doing my back and two were doing my legs sometimes even tried to get closer to my intimates.

When she turned me over Padme asked the girls to start working again. When she thought that they had massaged me enough, during which time she did not stop passing instructions, she stopped them and asked me to turn back, again on my stomach. She poured enough oil and slowly spread it all over my back and down over my legs. She took off the bikini she was wearing and also covered her body with oil.

‘Ladies; why I applied the oil to my body?’ They all looked at her. From where I was looking I could watch the girl’s reactions. They all looked excited. Diane started to talk.

‘Is it for a body to body massage?’ She asked.

‘Yes.’ Padme answered. There was giggling but she continued. ‘Now I’m going to show you how to make or better enjoy a body to body massage. When I finish, one of you will take my place. So watch carefully and reflect as tomorrow we will have to enjoy a lot of different types of massages.’

The ladies giggled more and more but soon all stopped in dead silence except for the light cool breeze flowing though the leaves of olive trees above. Padme just got on board, over my body and soon her body was flowing all over me, sliding all over my skin, skin against skin. Her hard nipples teasing certain areas which she haven’t stopped explaining. Her trimmed hairy bush also played a great part as she massaged her pussy against the length of my legs. Her body slid so fast, skin against skin that it felt that both bodies were not even touching. She was incredible. She was a master of that profession.

On moving away from over my body she asked Victoria to prepare herself. Victoria looked at everybody, but her friends encouraged her to go for it. Olympia went behind her, opened her top while Lydia removed her short bikini pants. In no time Padme had covered Victoria’s body with oil and among the shouts and cries of encouragement of the other ladies she gave them a great show. I had greatly enjoyed it as her light body was very flexible as it slide all over mine. When I was ordered to turn over Padme prepared my body so Victoria could take over from the start and sure she started very slowly, first kicking her small breasts and hard nipples against mine while her pussy was massaging my hard dick.

She shook her light body so professionally, that I felt I was in the heavens. Her legs sliding all over mine and her channel between her swollen small lips was full with my hardness. Then she turned on her back and massaged my legs as the vee between her legs moved along my thighs down my legs, continuing down to the ankles, sliding along one leg and moving up along the other.

Victoria then turned in the opposite direction with her crack starring in my direction. I looked at her inviting ass all shinning with a film of baby oil sticking to it. It looked perfect, just a little bit darker than the rest of her skin, the wrinkled circle slightly moving in and out, contracting as her heart was beating with the sexual excitement flowing through her veins. Her rosebud was just facing me; so desirable, so fascinating, waiting, ready to be… penetrated. Woww! It was an incredible view; out of this world. Victoria went back to work, massaging my chest and abdomen, moving slowly downwards towards my steel hard dick; rather thicker than the average cock. She moved her pelvis around as she gyrated and pressed her pussy against illegal bahis siteleri my hardness. Her body continued to skid and flow all over my body, pressing her body against mine with the oil penetrating into our skin. I was in heaven feeling her pussy pressing again and again against my hardness. I wanted to stay in control as there were moments when I was on the verge of exploding. Woww what a view between her beautifully sculptures small legs, the crack between them was pointing at my eyes. I was more than yearning for it. It was soon over, too soon as I was really, really more than in the heavens.

It was time for bed for those beautiful ladies therefore before I hugged them and gave each beauty something to dream about, I took Padme and Victoria into the shower and together we got rid of all the oil which was still glued to our bodies. Straight from the shower I went to visit the bedroom where Aphrodite and Lydia were both getting ready for bed. I was totally naked as the girls both were. Aphro was just emerging from the bathroom as I walked in their bedroom with my cock was hanging there between my legs, nearly rigid with the workout it enjoyed during the body to body massage and the second massage which Victoria gave it in the shower to remove the oil.

‘I’m at your service ladies, now who likes to…?’ I was asking but never finished the question.

Lydia presented herself, knelt infront of me and started sucking my dick which in no time became exceedingly rigid. Harder then steel; especially when I knew that it was Lydia’s mouth, licking and suckling on my little boy.

I helped her to stand up, took her in my arms and while our lips moved together, our tongues became more than intimate. Aphro took Lydia’s place there on her knees slowly massaging my dick which was steel hard. She licked the purple head, moving her tongue around until her tongue was pursuing the pre-cum which was flowing out of the little oval hole before she engulfed the whole of the sensitive head.

I kissed Lydia hard, too hard sometimes as I pressed her naked body against mine. The love and feelings we had for each other were more than evident. Our bodies were shaking, maybe not with the orgasms we enjoyed every time we got close to each other but with the internal burning feelings we possessed for each other. It was more than a special bond. I just broke the kiss, looked into her beautiful loving eyes and asked her to lean and rest her head on the bed so I will take her from behind.

Lydia immediately obeyed and so Aphro gave me the space while she removed my dick from her mouth, held it in her hand until I was in the right position behind Lydia’s ass. Aphro slowly guided it towards the entrance of Lydia’s hot pussy, moved it up and down a couple of times along Lydia’s wet glossy walls of her slit.

My eyes were focused on Aphro’s actions. As she sent the signal I slowly pushed my body forward, the head of my steel thick truncheon immediately felt the internal heat as it was within the entrance of her Venus cave. Her body shook; she cried as her sexual energy took over her entire blood stream. She really did cum. I pushed the rest of my dick deeper and deeper into her burning furnace when with a cry of joy her body trembled. ‘Fuck me Sam, fuck me…aaaahhhh Samm… ooohhh

Sammm. I’m cummmiiinnggg. Sam cumminggg. Fuck me please…fuck meee.’

I started thrusting in and out of her drenched vagina while she became wilder and wilder with the sexual heat burning inside her sex chakra. Her body was gyrating as she tried to keep her position, while I held her tight from around the hips.

One of Aphro’s hands was working hard on Lydia’s clit from underneath while her other hand was feeling one of her nipples rolling it and squeezing it between two fingers. Lydia became wilder and wilder as her shouts and cries of sexual pleasure were enough evidence of what was happening inside her. That’s when I gave her a few long strong fast thrusts, then jammed it deep inside her erupting volcano. In no time her vaginal muscles tightened around my hard dick, held me there until her mind blowing orgasm conquered the whole of her entire burning body. Her shouts and cries of pleasure could be heard probably from all the other rooms.

I just waited enjoying my mini orgasms as my dick was contracting, imprisoned into her vaginal vice. It felt fantastic, double fantastic as it was Lydia’s pussy which was holding it inside her. Lydia’s big unforgettable day was about to end. Sure she was dead tired and was waiting for a night of sweet dreams after a long day in which her sexual dreams, maybe, most of them were satisfied.

As she relaxed her vaginal muscles I immediately and very slowly started to pull my still hard throbbing dick away from her snatch and pushed it straight into Aphro’s waiting drenched hot vagina. She was waiting close by, still playing with Lydia’s intimate parts. It did not take me long to make Aphro another erupting volcano as did with the other two ladies in the next bedroom.

Padme and Victoria were already eating each canlı bahis siteleri other’s pussy; one on top of each other in a sixty nine position, naturally Padme always likes to be in control and therefore preferred to be on top. I moved behind Padme, took my position, pointed my hard little boy and as the head collected some of the love liquid from along the walls of her slit I pushed slowly into her hot portal of love.

Padme was already going through an orgasm as was of her mate Victoria. Their bodies were shaking with the pleasure which had been initiated through their lesbian performance. The feeling of my hard dick inside Padme’s erupting volcano felt incredibly fantastic as she used her inner muscles to induce more than extreme pleasure. The tight walls of her vaginal tube were contracting as her sexual energy was being multiplied, an effect of our multiple sexual activity.

Padme’s body continued to shake and gyrate and as I fucked her rather hard. As my dick which was thrusting in and out of her hot quim, Victoria was savouring the flavours which were flowing out of Padme’s vagina. Padme was moaning, shaking and gyrating with pleasure but she never let her mouth depart from Victoria small young snatch, whose body was entrapped into her own carnal pleasures.

‘Fuck Sam, I was not expecting you so soon.’ Padme cried.

‘What were you expecting in your hot twat, then?’ I asked.

‘Sorry Sam, I was too lost enjoying myself suckling the flavoured musk of my friend hereunder, while pleasuring her incredible insatiable sex hunger.’ Padme answered

.

Victoria still on her back was still eating Padme’s engorged clit while my hard truncheon was still thrusting in and out of Padme’s pussy. Victoria’s eyes were wide open watching in wonder as my stiffy dick was appearing and disappearing in and out of Padme’s vaginal opening. My hard dick as it trusted in and out of Padme’s vagina, the balls were hanging there swinging, sometimes even hitting Victoria’s face as I trusted in. Victoria was lost with what was happening, thinking that very soon she will be enjoying such a fruitful experience.

Victoria couldn’t wait as one orgasm after another was flowing through her blood veins. Padme had not given her any break, but kept her mouth where the little noodle was. Victoria wanted some time to relax since Padme’s mouth had not stopped attacking Victoria’s still virgin pussy.

They were both immersed into what they were doing, loving each other and of course enjoying the pleasures emerging from their actions. Padme was insatiable. Her greed for sex were never ending. Being eaten by another female and fucked from behind was something she always loved and always enjoyed as it flowed in and out of her little hot Asian hole.

The sexual energy flowing through their blood veins continued to entrap them both. They were totally lost… entranced I watched their bodies gyrating and shaking one on top of each other as they did not give each other any break. There were moans and noises but no cries as their mouth were fully occupied with what they were doing. Victoria’s tongue was flowing along the wet lips and clit and time and time again licked the nectar from my dick and it was moving in and out.

My dick was still trusting in and out of Padme snatch. Sometimes slowing, reducing the speed as I moved it in and out rather slowly; enjoying the feeling which her tight channel was inducing every time her heart beats and the muscles contracts.

It was time to slowly pull my little boy out of Padme’s contracting pussy. It was getting late, and another two were waiting in my personal domain. As my dick left Padme’s vagina covered in sticky juice Victoria took it into her mouth and continued to benefit from the tasty musk. Soon it was totally cleaned and ready for another session before the night was out.

I gave them both a good night kiss and left their domain as their bodies were still entwined, eating each other’s intimate parts while totally lost in pleasuring each other as their bodies were immersed in one orgasm after another.

Naturally Victoria lost into that delirium of incredible heat, did not seem to be in the mood to receive my hard cock as she was still a virgin. I found out the next morning that she was disappointed when she did not find me there after she came back from the heavens. She had still expected that before the night was out I could have done the honours of relieving her, from her last hurdle, her virginity; even though that her tight ass was still sore from an earlier first experience. It was sure that Padme had satisfied her sexual hunger until the coming of the new day.

My domain was full of life. Olympia and Diana were there on the bed waiting, stretched, relaxed and expecting me to enter at any moment. Their legs were wide open and their gorgeous and delightful charming twats were waiting to be massaged, sucked and fingered. Nectar was flowing from between their shinning slits probably from a bout of hot lesbian activity while I was away tossing goodnight delights to their hot burning sexy mates. I was wondering what their expectations were, before the night was out. From the look in their eyes what they had enjoyed while I was away was far from enough and sure I was more than ready to continue what they had already started.

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James hated delivering to this neighborhood.

“They are all snotty, stuck up and think that they are better than everybody else,” he thought to himself, as he pulled up to the gate.

They had specifically asked to be the last stop, which was annoying, as it was clear across town. He rolled down the window and pressed the button.

“Can I help you?” asked a woman’s voice.

“Uh, yeah. I have a delivery for the pattersons,” James replied.

“Ok. Follow the path along around to the back. all deliveries go to the backdoor.”

The gate opened.

“Typical upper class bullshit,” thought James as he pulled through the gate and it closed behind him. “The rest of us aren’t even good enough to come in the front door.”

As he got closer he could see that the house was enormous. He followed the path along until he got to the rear entrance. He parked his truck and got out. When he got to the door, before he could knock, it opened. there was a good looking blonde woman standing there, probably around 40, well stacked and wearing a silky black robe.

“Hi,” she said, her voice identifying her as the woman who had buzzed James in.

“Hi, I need a signature from either Mr. or Mrs. Patterson.”

“Sure,” she said, holding out her hand for the paperwork that James was holding. “I’m Mrs. Patterson, but you can call me Vicky.”

She quickly signed and handed the paperwork back.

“Great. Is everything going to the same room?”

“It is.” She showed him into the house. “It’s just upstairs over here,” she continued. “That’s one of the reasons I asked you to come in the backdoor. The other is that most of the entryway is glass and my husband is crazy about the doorframe. He had it imported. Here we are,” she said, as she opened the door to a fairly large room. “The bed will be on the far wall in the middle of the room and the armoire on the wall to its right.”

“Ok, can do. Let me start bringing things up.”

James headed back down and started carrying up the pieces to the armoire first. It took a couple of trips to get all the parts plus his tools, but it helped that he had parked by the backdoor.

“Maybe she isnt such a snotty bitch after all,” he thought to himself.

When he was halfway done with the armoire, Vicky came back into the room.

“Can I get you anything to drink? Cold water? Coffee? canlı bahis şirketleri Coke?”

James turned to look at Vicky. He noticed that her robe had come somewhat untied and was showing off more cleavage than had been showing before.

“She has pretty fine boobs,” he thought.

“I would love a coke.”

“Sure, just give me a second.”

When she turned around to head back out, James noticed that she had a nice round ass that swayed as she walked as well. When she brought him his coke, she bent over to set it down for him and, due to the looseness of her robe, gave him a perfect view of her breasts.

Vicky stood back up and watched him work for a few minutes before saying, “is there anything I can help you with? I feel ridiculous just standing here and watching you work.”

James almost laughed.

“Since when do upper class women ask if they can help with manual labor,” he thought to himself.

Out loud he replied, “I think I’ve got it under control.”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck it,” he thought to himself, “let’s see what happens if I take her up on it.”

“Actually, could you pass me that hammer?” James asked, pointing to the ground on her left.

She squatted down to grab the hammer, affording james a clear view of her pussy.

“Damn thats hot,” he thought, seeing that except for a small patch at the top, her pussy was shaved clean.

He got back to work, and he had to admit to himself that the work did go faster with Vicky’s help. Plus he got more than just the one eye full of her snatch. After finishing with the armoire, he brought up the pieces of the bed and put that together in short order as well. When the bed was finished, Vicky asked James if he could give her a hand in making the bed. He readily agreed, seeing as how her help had saved him at least a half hour. When the bed was made, he got out the last of the paperwork for her to sign. After she signed the paperwork James bent down to pick up the last of his tools to leave.

“Just so you know, I saw you looking both down and up my robe,” Vicky said suddenly. James froze. “Did you like what you saw?” she continued.

James figured in for a penny, in for a pound. “In fact I did, you are beautiful.” he stood up and turned around, interested in where this was heading.

Vicky was standing by the bed, completely nude, canlı kaçak iddaa having dropped her robe to the ground.

“Why dont we try out the bed,” she suggested, turning to climb onto the bed on all fours.

James didn’t react for a second, but the thought to himself for the second time that afternoon, fuck it.

He walked towards her, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping his pants as he got to the bed. Vicky’s feet were hanging over the edge of the bed, presenting her rear to James as he stepped close. When he placed his hands on her ass, vicky dropped her head to the bed, which separated her ass cheeks and presented her asshole.

She looked back at him with her face flush against the bed and said, “Don’t forget, all deliveries go to the backdoor.”

James chuckled at that and lined his cock head up at her rosebud. as he pressed in he realized that Vicky had apparently lubricated her ass, which was fortunate, as he had forgotten completely.

“Mmmmmmhh,” moaned Vicky as James’s cock stretched and penetrated her asshole. James felt the tight ring of her ass on his dick. He slowly pushed more and more of his cock into her tight, warm ass.

“God, this feels amazing,” he said when he was finally balls deep in her ass.

“My ass feels so full with you inside. Please, fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

James still couldnt believe what was happening, but he didnt need to be told twice. he slowly pulled his hips back until just the head of his cock was trapped by the sphincter in her ass and then pushed all the way back in. He slowly fucked in and out of her a few times before she said “faster.” He started speeding up. In no time at all he was fucking her ass as hard and as fast as he could, his balls slapping against her wet pussy every time he hit bottom. Vicky was grunting and moaning each time he thrust into her, her face getting pounded into the bed while he was pounding her ass. Her moans suddenly hit a peak and she began to cum. When she did, her ass clamped down on James’s dick and that sent him over the edge as well.

“Yes, yes, YES!” she cried as his hot cum painted her bowels.

Spurt after spurt, spraying deep into her ass, each one causing aftershocks to spread through each of their bodies. It was all James could do to remain standing upright. After a minute he gave up on that fight and pulled out of canlı kaçak bahis vicky’s ass with a plop. her asshole remained gaping open, as if begging to be refilled. he dropped onto the bed next to Vicky, laying on his back, his still mostly hard cock sticking straight up in the air. He closed his eyes and started to get his breath back. He felt the bed shift and something warm and wet envelop his cock. His eyes popped open to see Vicky kneeling on the bed, bent over him, with his cock in her mouth. She was sucking gently while swirling her tongue around slowly bobbing up and down. she saw him looking at her and pulled her mouth off of his dick.

With an impish smile she said, “Don’t you know, well bred girls learn to clean up after themselves.”

She returned her attention to his cock. After a few more minutes of ministrations, she switched to his balls, which had gotten soaked with her pussy juice when they banged into it. One of her hands stayed on his cock while her mouth was busy elsewhere. When she judged his balls clean she moved back to his cock, this time with a different goal in mind. She went at it with a vengeance, intent on getting another helping of his cum. James could feel his cock hit the back of her throat a few times before starting to slide in and out of her throat freely. James knew that, even having cum only minutes before, he wasnt going to last long. Vicky slipped a finger into her cunt, gathered up some lubrication, and reached between james’s thighs. james felt her wet finger first touch his asshole and then press in. As he felt her finger, wet with her pussy juice, penetrate his ass, he lost control and started cumming deep in Vicky’s throat. After his last cum, he hadn’t expected for there to be much, but it felt like there had been as much the second time as the first. His ass grabbed tight onto Vicky’s finger as he orgasmed, pulling it in as far as it would go. When her throat had milked the last drop of cum from his throat, Vicky let his cock go from her mouth and pulled her finger from his ass. Catching his eye to make sure she was watching, she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.

She leaned down, gave his now limp dick a kiss, causing it to jump and said, “I trust you enjoyed your tip.”

James, not trusting himself to speak, just nodded. He slowly got up and got dressed. Vicky walked him to the backdoor where he was parked, not bothering to put her robe back on. He got into his truck, started it and pulled around to the gate.

“Well,” he thought to himself, “there is at least one house in this neighborhood that I no longer mind delivering to.”

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Ashley and her friend Derek were at the bar having some drinks after work and had been playing pool for a while now.

Ashley was shooting and she only had to sink the 8-ball. Bending over the table she lined up her cue. Derek stared at her ass, her tight jeans showing it off. She struck the white ball. It smoothly rolled to the 8-ball and tapped it into the corner pocket.

“YES! I win again!” Ashley said with a huge grin.

“You just got lucky.” Derek smugly replied.

“Oh yeah? We should have another game then.”

“We should make this one interesting then.” Derek had a sly look on his face.

“What did you have in mind?” Ashley asked.

“Well, to be blunt Ash, I was thinking a rather steep bet.” A curious look spread across Ashley’s face.

“What?”

“Well,” Derek put an arm around Ashley and whispered into her ear. “If I win, I get to use you however I want.”

Ashley looked at him. “However you want?”

His hand moved down her back and he squeezed her ass. “However I want.”

“What do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?”

Ashley thought for a minute.

“You become my slave for next weekend.” Ashley grinned.

“Really? What kind of slave?” Derek asked with a grin.

“I’m helping my friend Rachel garden next weekend and we could use a big strong man for heavy lifting.” She started laughing.

“Alright.”

Ashley’s left eyebrow raised a bit. “You’re serious?”

“Of course I am.” He stared into her eyes.

Ashley thought for a minute. “Alright, we’ve got a bet, but I break.”

“Alright.” Derek went to the far end of the table and set up the balls. Ashley chalked the end of her cue, she aimed her cue.

“It’s not too late to back out.” Derek teased.

“You should be more worried about yourself.” She struck the ball sending it into the rest of them, scattering them along the table.

Derek moved around the table to line up his shot. “You’re in trouble now Ash.” He lined up and shot and sunk the 1-ball.

“Whoopie, you sunk one. Just you wait til I shoot again.” Derek lined up again and sunk two balls.

“Stop being so lucky Derek.” Ashley teased. Derek smiled and sunk another ball.

Ashley was starting to get worried, he wasn’t missing a shot. She watched him lined up again, another ball sunk. He only needed to get the four and the six then he could sink the 8-ball.

Derek lined up another shot and sunk the four, then the six. Ashley swallowed hard. Derek began to line up his last shot. Ashley bit her lip.

Derek took his shot and the 8-ball went into the side pocket.

Ashley couldn’t believe it. She only got to shoot once.

“You hustled me!” Ashley spat at him.

Derek smiled “Yeah… Yeah I did.”

Ashley was stunned.

“Ash… if you don’t wanna go through with the bet that’s fine.” Ashley looked at Derek. She did think he güvenilir bahis was cute, and loved his shaggy hair.

“I’ll do it, a bet’s a bet.” They both smiled.

“Alright, let’s get out of here.” Derek paid for their drinks and they went outside.

“So what now, ‘Master?'” Ashley giggled.

Derek looked into her eyes. “I think the first thing we’re going to do is walk over to that small park down the street, and you’re going suck me off.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t question me.” Derek sternly said. He put his arm around her and they walked down the street and into the park.

“Let’s head over to that tree.” Derek pointed at dark tree and they started walking towards it.

“Take your shirt off, I wanna see your tits.” Ashley brought her hands to the bottom of her shirt and slowly took it off. He looked at her breasts in her black bra. He reached his hands out and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them in his hands.

“You have some nice titties.” Derek started kissing her cleavage and brought his hands to her back, searching for the clasp.

“It’s in the front.” Ashley giggled.

“Oh.” Derek’s hands came back to her breasts and gave them another squeeze, then did her bra. The cups fell away exposing her breasts to the cool night air, hardening her nipples.

Derek leaned over and began sucking on her tits again; he sucked on her nipples and lightly bit them. Ashley moaned in pleasure. Derek straightened up.

“Well, that’s enough of that. Now get on your knees.” Ashley did as she was told and got onto her knees. She noticed the bulge in his pants and licked her lips.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Derek asked. “Pull out my cock and start sucking it.” Ashley began to undo his pants and she pulled them and his boxers down his legs, his cock bounding free of its constraints.

She took his cock in her hand and slowly started stroking it. She teased the tip of it with her tongue. She could feel herself getting wet.

Derek looked down at her. “Take my dick into your mouth.” She looked up at him, then opened her mouth wide and moved her mouth down his cock.

She moved her head up and down his cock and a steady speed. She came off it and then licked down the underside of his cock until she reached his balls. She teased them with her tongue while she stroked him off. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and then began to alternate between them.

She slid a hand down the front of her jeans and started to rub her wet pussy.

“Fucking hell Ash, you’ve gotta be a dirty slut if you can use your mouth that good, are you a dirty slut?” He asked her with a smile.

She released his balls from her mouth. “I’m a dirty slut.” She then licked her way back up his cock and went back to sucking on it. She started to move a finger in and out of her pussy.

Derek grabbed Ashley’s long brown hair and began to türkçe bahis fuck her face. He brought her head down on his cock far enough to hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag.

“I’m almost ready to blow.” Derek stared at Ashley while he forced her up and down his cock.

“Oh yeah slut, swallow my cum.” Derek started to cum in Ashley’s mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but a little dribbled out of the side of her mouth. She brought her mouth off his cock and slid a finger up the trail of cum that dripped down her face and sucked the cum off it.

“Good girl.” Ashley smiled wide. “Put your shirt back on, we’re going back to my place.” He then noticed that she was playing with herself and scolded her. “Take your hand out of there; I didn’t say you could do that.” Ashley slid her hand out of her pants. Derek pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called for a cab while she dressed herself.

Ashley was antsy in the cab. Derek wasn’t paying any attention to her. All she could think about was how wet she was, how much she wanted him to fuck her.

When they got to Derek’s building they casually walked in and went up to his apartment. Derek opened the door and followed Ashley through it. He shut the door.

“Alright slut, strip.” Ashley automatically began to take off all her clothes. She quickly took her shirt and bra off. Then slowly undid her pants and slid them down her legs. She then pulled off her black thong. She stood in front of him.

Derek picked her up and walked into the living room, he dropped her on his couch. Spreading her legs he started to kiss her pussy lips. Ashley let out a little moan.

“Goddamn you’re a wet little slut aren’t you?” He slid a finger into her pussy and started to suck on her clit. Ashley began to moan some more, she could feel herself getting close to cumming.

Derek stopped eating her out and took off his shirt revealing his flat stomach. Then pulled his pants off, showing off his hard cock.

He climbed on top of her and moved his cock to her pussy. He rubbed the tip along her wet slit teasing her.

“Do you want this cock?” He asked her looking into her lust filled eyes.

“Yes.”

He smiled and slid his cock into her. He built a steady rhythm. Ashley was moaning in delight, she could feel herself on the edge of orgasm.

Finally it was too much for her. She tilted her head back and let out a loud groan. Derek stopped fucking her and climbed off.

“How was that?” he asked her. She just smiled.

“Do you want some more.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be right back.” He stood up and walked off into his bedroom. He quickly returned with something in his hand. She looked at it and realized it was a tube of lube.

“What are you planning on doing with that?” She asked curiously.

“Well Ash, have you ever taken it up the ass?” He asked bluntly.

“No.” güvenilir bahis siteleri She quickly responded.

“Well, I guess it’s time for you to learn what it’s like.” He twisted the cap off.

“I don’t think I wanna do that.” Ashley said.

“Ash, you lost the bet, now you have to live with that.”

“But I didn’t realize you were going to do something to my ass.”

“Well, you did agree to be used however I want, and I want your little asshole.” Ashley bit her lip, she agreed to that.

“Fine.”

“Good, now get on all fours. On the floor over here.” She got off the couch and moved over to where he pointed, getting on her hands and knees.

He moved behind her and spread her cheeks. Taking the lube he squeezed some out down the crack of her ass, and then used his fingers to spread it over her asshole.

“How does that feel?” He asked her.

“Okay.”

He smiled, then slowly he started to penetrate her hole with his finger. Ashley gasped and tightened her hole.

“You’ve gotta relax, it’ll feel good.” She tried to relax and he slowly slid farther in. He nearly pushed his whole finger in when he started to pull it out.

Ashley was starting to enjoy getting her ass fingered and let out a small sigh.

“Are you starting to like it?” Derek asked her.

“Your finger feels so good up my ass.” Derek smiled and slid another finger into her ass. Ashley clenched her teeth.

After a couple minutes Derek pulled his fingers out of her ass.

“I think you’re ready for the main event now slut.” He spanked her.

“Yeah, please fuck me in the ass. I want to feel your hard cock up it.” She knew she needed it; her pussy and ass were on fire.

Derek got behind her and began to rub his cock up and down her hole. Slowly he pushed inside. Ashley gasped and groaned with this new sensation; she could feel him slowly move inside her. He got all the way inside and began to pull out. He did this a couple more times so she could get used to it.

He started to speed up. She steadied her upper body with one hand and moved the other down to her throbbing pussy. She jammed two of her fingers into herself and moaned loudly.

Derek smiled. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Fuck yeah.” She panted. Derek smiled and started to move faster, thrusting in and out of her. He started grunting and could feel himself getting ready to cum.

Lust had taken over Ashley’s mind. She was on fire. All she wanted to do was cum and she was getting close.

Ashley screamed out. “OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” Her orgasm took over. Her asshole clenched down on Derek’s cock, the new pressure was too much for him.

He pulled his cock out and jerked off, shooting his cum all over her ass.

“How was that you little slut?” Derek asked.

“That was great.”

“I knew you’d like it.” Derek got up off the floor. “Do you want me to call you a cab?”

“Yeah.” She answered while she stood up. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Through there.” He pointed to a door with the phone as he dialed.

Ashley picked up her clothes and walked into the bathroom and cleaned herself up.

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Author’s note: This is a true story and has not been edited or exaggerated to improve your wanking session. It describes a very rough and dirty act of anal sex between a college-aged boy and girl. A.S.G. Chapter 1 gives the background and lead-up to this chapter (in case you couldn’t figure that out on your own.) This is more purely about sex and it should make a better stroke piece than the first chapter, provided you aren’t overly put off by the pain and scat aspects of anal sex. I plan to (someday) write a third and possibly a fourth chapter to this saga describing our later anal adventures.

The night I took Gilly’s anal virginity, I ended up feeling restless and eager for more exploration. I had come too fast to really savor the sensation. The idea of buggering her, the simple fact of my cock invading her bowels, overwhelmed my physical pleasure.

Gilly stayed over that night and fell asleep naked beside me. Too agitated to sleep myself, I jacked off while touching and admiring her ample curves. My cock was a bit reluctant, having come already that evening, but the thought of future anal adventures with this girl spurred me on. I spanked it furiously, certain she would wake up, but she was out cold, exhausted after the violation of her virgin anus. When at last I came, a small amount this time, I was exhausted and fell into a satisfied sleep.

It was the last week of college for both of us. The next morning I had to get up and write a paper for my Chinese poetry class. I actually liked that class a lot, but I had no taste for it that day. My mind raced with thoughts of Gilly, quietly reading a fashion magazine in my bedroom, and her submissive asshole. After an hour of staring at a blank computer screen, I decided that I simply could not work until I fucked her up the ass again.

When I informed her of my intentions, she made a pained face. Gilly studied drama, so I could never be sure whether she was acting or not.

“Ooh,” she said, “I’m still sore from last night.”

I was utterly dejected, and it must have shown in my face. She smiled.

“You might have to tie me up,” she said.

Never before had I been so turned on by a simple sentence. Here was this plump, well-bred, educated young woman, so eager to give me her ass that she would suggest such a thing. She knew it would hurt so much that she would struggle involuntarily, but it only made her all the more willing.

I ordered her to undress, and my creative juices began to flow. In my living room there was a sort of ottoman, a four-legged rectangular stool with red upholstery. I decided to tie her to this piece of furniture-but with what? Racking my brain, I remembered a couple of bandanas I had bought on trips to the desert. There would be nothing to secure her legs, but the arms seemed more important. After finding the bandanas, I followed her into the living room-it was most erotic to look at her fat, naked ass while she walked. She looked so exposed and vulnerable. I had a strong sense of marching her to her doom; the rough buggery she was about to endure felt inevitable, like a law of physics.

She did as I told her, and draped herself over the ottoman belly down. The room was light and airy, and in the morning sun her skin looked blindingly white. I undressed myself-I was acquiring a illegal bahis taste for leaving her exposed, her ass in the air-and proceeded to tie each of her wrists to the legs of the ottoman. I asked if the bonds were too tight, and she demurely shook her head. Then I went to fetch the little bowl of cooking oil, which was still beside the bed from last night’s exploration.

My cock was a bit tired from copious spending, but I quickly hardened while working the oil up and down it, and at the same time into Gilly’s ass. The feeling of my finger sawing easily in and out of her rubbery ring was delightful. She lay there stoically, giving no indication of either discomfort or pleasure. I heightened the pace of my manipulations. I wanted to irritate her, to make her squirm and squeal. It was amazing just watching my long finger going into and out of her dark, furry crack. We had never been naked together under such bright light before.

I could have touched her ass forever, but my other hand on my cock urged me on. Satisfied that her hole was as oily and wet as possible-it was dawning on me that excess was good, that the more there was to ooze out after, the better-I placed my shining cockhead against her fleshy brown hole.

My God, I thought, this must be painful and degrading for her. Why does she put up with it? Rather than turning me off, as the unknown sometimes does, this enigma made me drunk with lust. I imagined what she was about to endure, from the initial sharp violation of her already-sore hole, to the ending on the toilet as my sperm ran out of her ravaged guts. I wondered what kind of sickness of mind could make her willingly submit to such treatment.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Not really,” she said, “but go ahead. Don’t worry about me.”

That did it. Unable to control myself, I pushed my cock all the way up her ass in a single, violent thrust. She gasped, and I could see her wrists straining at the bandanas. Withdrawing, I was confronted by an unfamiliar and unwelcome sight: shit on my dick. A moment later the smell hit me. It was a bit of a turnoff, but more than turned-off, I was scared that she would smell it herself and stop me. To this day I’m not sure whether or not she smelled it, but I know it made little difference either way. If it embarrassed her she probably enjoyed this additional layer of discomfort. But it did season my lust with a bit of uncertainty, a hint of disgust, which did not stop me from fucking her: it just kept me from coming for an awfully long time.

Here I would like to digress for a moment on the subject of shit in anal sex. Multiple sex manuals I have read insist that feces does not enter the rectum until one is ready to go the bathroom. I have always been interested in anal sex because of the intensity and submission of it, the pain and perversity and humiliation, but never the scat aspect. I have fucked every one of my girlfriends up the ass, and none of them ever got more than a speck of shit on me no matter how deep and hard I worked them. Gilly was the exception. Until I started rimming her (which I will discuss later in this narrative) almost every one of our assfucks was “dirty.” After the first couple of times, I got used to it, but I still can’t explain why our anal sex was so, well, shitty. My favorite theory, of illegal bahis siteleri course, is that she was so petite and I so well-hung that I was actually fucking past her rectum into her colon. This would explain why anal sex continued to hurt throughout our relationship, whereas most girls stop feeling much pain after the third or fourth time. In retrospect, fucking so deep in her guts is a horny thought-the ultimate invasion of privacy, the rudest act imaginable. The coating of shit that comes with it, though a bit bothersome, is at least appropriate to the mood.

As soon as I smelled it, I leaned forward so that my chin was touching her shoulder. I suppose I wanted to get away from the shit on my cock; the visual of the penetration had become a turnoff. I was also vaguely worried that I could get some sort of infection. But being a horny nineteen-year-old male, these concerns were not enough to stop me. My erection not so iron-hard as before, I began pumping slowly in and out of her asshole. The large amount of oil I had used made a squishing sound, which was horny but also reminded me of the crap.

I started kissing her on the shoulders and neck, rubbing my nose in her hair. It was not romantic so much as sensual. Her skin really was like ivory, her hair thick and silky and smelling of girly shampoo. It made me half-forget about the mess I was making downstairs. I imagined the contrast between the sensations, my soft and loving mouth versus my angry, raping cock. Gilly began to breathe heavily. A quiet girl, this was the most she ever did to demonstrate her arousal. I looked down at her lovely, plump hands and watched her fingers working furiously, helplessly in the air. The bandanas looked tight around her wrists.

I decided the polite thing to do (how silly, in retrospect, to think of manners at such a moment!) would be to come as fast as I could. The pain she was in must have been excruciating. I imagined a combination of heat, stabbing, cramping, and possibly tearing, although the oil would prevent that from literally happening. I hoped she would be willing to describe it for me later, though at the same time I hoped it was indescribable. I began to fuck faster, spurred on by these sadistic thoughts. Gilly’s breath turned from sighs to short, sharp gasps in time with my thrusting.

I loved all this, but each time my climax approached a whiff or memory of the shit would stop me. Then I would stop pushing, leaving my cock buried deep inside her, and fondle and nuzzle her until the arousal returned.

On perhaps the fifth iteration of this process, Gilly broke her personal rule against speaking during sex.

“Are you almost done?” she croaked.

I was breaking her. She had endured all she could, and even the perverse pleasure of submission was fading in the face of the pain. She could feel nothing now but her poor, tired, sore, abused asshole. Her question, though phrased casually, was really a plea for mercy.

“No,” I said, and began fucking her like a maniac.

Gilly hung her head over the edge of the ottoman, a gesture of absolute submission. I wished I could see her face. The feeling of having my cock in her ass had risen from the plane of physical sensation. It was like my dick, ass, thighs, and testicles had become a ball of nuclear sex-energy. canlı bahis siteleri I heard myself starting to roar, but it was like a sound off in the distance.

There is no way to tell how long I kept it up, though I’m sure Gilly counted every literally gut-wrenching second. All I know is that it did finally end, and I came back to earth as a dazed, numb, tingling creature with his shit-coated dick shrinking out of the ass of his girlfriend. My immediate concern was that I had just committed rape. If she had asked me to stop, I wouldn’t have heard her, and even if I had I could not have stopped. Not seeing her face yet, I thought I might be in real trouble.

“You okay?” I asked warily.

“Mmmph,” was her only reply. She shifted and wiggled. There was a smear of shit on her ass where my cock had rubbed against it.

“Could you have gotten loose if you wanted to?”

“Let’s see,” she said. With minimal difficulty, she was able to pull her hands free from the bandanas. I was amazed that she had not tried to escape throughout the whole ordeal.

“How long before we can do it again?” I chuckled, half-joking.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she said-dead serious.

But we didn’t go at it again that day. I finished my paper and we spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, cuddling and talking and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. It was the sort of thing women are supposed to like, but with the satisfaction of the morning’s romp behind me, I actually enjoyed it myself a great deal. I steered her into the nastiest possible topics of conversation, and she was game. (Inexperienced as I was, I had no idea how rare it is to find a woman who talks openly about sex.) I asked her about her childhood and sexual development, made her confess her bisexual tendencies, which all women have, and the sex games she used to play with her little girlfriends.

“Did you fantasize together?” I asked. “What about?”

She looked down shyly before answering. “We would pretend that a big man would come and tie us up and make us have sex with him.” The half-smile on her face told volumes about her character. She knew she was a submissive masochist, had probably been born that way, and there was no help for it. I could do anything I wanted with her, be as abusive as my imagination allowed, and she would never find it in herself to resist. Indeed, no matter how rough I got, it would only make her crave even harsher treatment.

At another point in our conversation, she asked me which I liked better, her pussy or her ass. Thinking of the shit that morning, and also concerned (strangely enough) that she would think I was a freak, I said I liked her pussy better. I had noticed the way it pulled back on my cock as I pulled out, something her ass didn’t do.

“You can do that to my ass if you want to,” she said, her blue eyes full of both sadness and yearning. “You can pull it out with your cock.”

I told her I wasn’t sure that was possible. But it amazed to me that she would actually volunteer to have her rectum prolapsed, all in the name of rougher and rougher sexual submission.

I’d found myself a winner indeed, or a loser, depending upon your point of view.

The next day we rode the bus to school together. She wore a short white skirt that showed off her big thighs and slender calves. I noticed a funny wincing expression on her face as the bus pulled and slowed and rode over bumps. She noticed me noticing and whispered, “I’m sore.”

I still count that as one of the happiest moments in my life.

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Part One

With hot shower water still steaming off of him, he looks down at the clothes laid out on the bed — the usual trousers, white shirt and tie, socks…

“Honey?” he shouts into the next room. A few seconds later his wife appears, poking her pale, bright eyed face through the doorway. She has a mischievous grin on her face already.

“Yes?”

He holds up the boxer shorts and raises an eyebrow.

“I thought we threw these out. They’re far too small for me.”

She winks.

“Just wear them.”

He almost protests, before he notes the hungry look in her eye. She’s biting her bottom lip. That look stirs something beneath his towel, and he clears his throat and shrugs.

“Fair enough.”

She smiles to herself as her eyes track down his chest, following the line of hair from his bellybutton to where the towel is shifting between his thighs, forming a visible bulge.

“You can’t have everybody over if you’re walking around with him in full view…”

She walks into the room and his eyes devour her: she’s only half dressed. Her smooth, bare legs carry her across the room, a pair of tight girl-shorts leaving little to the imagination.

There’s a loose red hooded zipper hanging off her shoulders, and she’s naked beneath it. As she walks, her perky breasts bounce softly within the fabric — every second step he gets the slightest peak at her erect nipples.

Close to him now, she pulls the zipper down just enough to let the curve of her breasts show, her nipples barely concealed by the clothing. As she slides her delicate, small hands around his midriff, he can feel the blood pounding in his head. He’s almost shaking.

“Still getting the shakes?” she asks him, pulling herself close to him. He can smell her hair, still warm from the blow-dryer, and her perfume. She nuzzles in against his neck, short enough that her eyes are only just at his collarbone.

“Seems so,” he tries to keep the nonchalant act up.

Her hand begins to snake down his stomach, and she tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “After five years of marriage, I’d have thought this would have worn off…”

He gasps as her small hand finds his erection bulging through the towel, and softly squeezes it. He can feel her smiling against his neck — she takes such pride in the effect he has on her.

“We’re going to get distracted…” he whispers, taking her petite frame in his big arms.

“Is that so bad?”she asks.

“People will be turning up in half an hour.”

His hands run down the small of her back to her ass, and his cups his large hands around her curves and squeezes. She sighs in his ear as he pulls her tight against his erection — she’s so short that it presses against her midriff as she strokes it through the towel.

“Then I guess…” she whispers as the two interlace their bodies and her nails dig into his bare back, “I’ll just have to make this quick.”

At that, she pulls the towel loose and his erection springs free. Before he can stop her she has dropped to her knees and unzipped her top, letting her perky breasts loose.

One hand wraps around the throbbing shaft of his cock, whilst the other hand plunges into her own shorts.

She looks up into his desperate eyes as she starts to glide her hand back and forth, biting her lip to stop the soft moaning caused by her own fingers. She can see in his eyes exactly what he wants, and she obliges with a cheerful grin.

Kneeling up to her full height to reach, she parts her lips and plunges her mouth around his cock, one hand still working the shaft. He lets out an involuntary groan of pleasure and both of his hands grab the back of her head, pulling her hair into his clenched fists.

Her lips slide down over his helmet and back up again, all whilst her tongue flicks at the underside of his cock. With every sucking plunge, she feels his cock throb and tense in her mouth, letting her know she’s doing a good job.

“You’re going to make me cum,” he gasps as she starts to go faster.

She stops stroking and lifts her mouth away, and asks him,

“Where do you want to cum?”

He laces his hands under her arms and lifts her to her feet whilst she looks at him expectantly. Turning her around, he bends her over onto the double bed. She puts her arms out to steady herself, legs straightened with her petite, perfect ass cheeks beckoning him.

He pulls her shorts down around her thighs, and sees canlı bahis şirketleri her pussy sleek and wet, dripping with arousal. Her own fingers appear between her legs and she spreads her pussy for him, her soaking fingers rubbing furiously at her clit as she moans in hungry agony.

“Fuck me,” she begs him, looking at him over her shoulder. Her hair is a mess, scattered all over her reddened face.

Every ounce of his body tells him to bury his cock in her and pump her full of cum, but a deeper desire takes over. His large hands spread her cheeks apart, and he sees the virgin territory of her other hole.

It’s puckering and tensing as she fingers herself closer and closer to climax, almost calling him to tear it apart with his tense cock.

“I want to cum in your ass,” his voice is a low growl as he grabs her hips with one hand and tries to guide his cock between her cheeks.

“No, no,” she whimpers, looking him in the eye.

“Not yet. That’s your anniversary present, fuck my pussy, please,” she’s gasping as her fingers become a blur over her clit. Her legs are starting to buckle and spasm. “Fuck me!”

He obliges, and guides his cock into her parted lips. She gasps silently, her mouth agape, as he enters her. Grunting in pleasure, fighting back the urge to cum instantly, he pushes deeper. As he fills her up, her back arches and her eyes slam open.

“Ohmygod -” she whispers, and then he can no longer hold back. He grabs her hips and pounds her brutally, as fast as he can go. She screams out loud, her hand racing back to her clit, her other hand grabbing the duvet in bunches. “I’m going to cum!”

Hearing her about to climax sends him over the edge, and he slams his cock into her furiously, pounding her so hard that she is pushed forward onto the bed. Her legs scramble for purchase and he lifts her up onto the bed, climbing up after her with his cock still half in her pussy. She groans and pushes her hips back, letting him fill her.

Now that she is lying face down on the bed, with her hips the air, he leans over her as though he were about to do pushups, and slams his cock into her again and again. Her body shakes and trembles, and she tenses silently in the throes of orgasm.

He feels her come: her pussy contracts around his cock, a feeling so good that his head begins to swim and his vision forms dots. Desperately turned on by his wife climaxing on his cock, he coats his thumb in saliva from his own open mouth and jams it against the tiny virgin opening of her ass. She’s shaking and trembling with climax, too far gone to tell him to stop. He pushes his thumb in, up to the second knuckle, and feels the same throbbing inside her.

Her own orgasm contracts her body around his cock and his thumb at the same time, and he feels his cock buried deep inside her. He collapses onto her back, biting at her neck and her ear, as the passion overcomes him. With his cock pounding her hard, and his thumb hooked inside her virgin asshole, he cums.

She squirms under him as he pumps her full of cum, their bodies tensed against each other, until…

They both collapse in a heap on top of each other, gasping for air. After a pause to get their breaths back, she lifts her head and kisses him softly.

“That better?” she asks him as he gently pulls out of her.

“For now,” he whispers, and kisses her again.

He pulls his thumb out from her, and she winces in slight pain.

“So,” he whispers. “What’s this anniversary present I’m hearing about?”

“Oh you know…” she nuzzles her nose against his. “You’ve always had a thing for my ass, and I’ve never really let you… consider this a reward for the best five years of my life.”

He grins and kisses her again, this one a long, slow and passionate kiss. When they finally separate, whispering their affections to one another, he rolls off her and slaps her bare rear.

“We’d better get ready,” he laughs as she rolls her and tries to pull her girl-shorts back up.

“You’ve ruined my hair,” she pretends to be mad at him, and he just laughs and picks the towel up from the floor.

“I’ll ruin more than your hair later, gorgeous,” he quips as he leaves the room.

Part Two

Their living room is bustling with well dressed people, drinking a mixture of champagne, beers and mixers. Cheerful music drifts through the conversation, mingling with the chatter to form a low level of constant sound.

The canlı kaçak iddaa house is filled with the pleasant scent of a dozen different perfumes and aftershaves, and the evening sun streaks in through the patio windows.

His wife is showing him the last of their anniversary presents, a small set of modest gifts that they needed for the house — nothing too extravagant.

“That’s all of the presents,” she says with a wink.

“All of them?” he quickly squeezes her ass cheek as she grins at him.

“Maybe not all of them.”

“So when do I get this other present?”

“When I decide. Be patient.” She says, then lowers her voice. “Are you wearing those far-too-small boxers?”

He nods. Thinking about the present he’s getting later is causing something to shift and warm in his boxers, and he knows that they’re too small to conceal his erection. He takes a deep breath and calms himself.

“Good,” she says. “Now go and mingle, I’ll catch up with you later.”

They exchange a quick kiss on the cheek, and he watches her walk away, shifting her weight on her hips deliberately to tease him.

She’s wearing a stunning black dress, fitted perfectly to her figure. It accentuates her perky breasts and hugs her slim waist, whilst embracing her curved hips and the soft, round ass that hides behind that tight fabric, stopping just short of her knees.

He forces his mind to think of something else before his erection betrays him, and turns to slink away into the crowd, finding friends and family that greet him with warm smiles and embraces. He’s just glad to take his mind off what she has planned for him.

One hour later, and a few beers down, he scans the crowd with a frown. He can’t see her. He looks for her soft features, those bright eyes and brown hair, to jump out at him from the crowd, and sees nothing. Concerned, he excuses himself and pushes through the crowded room to the quiet recesses of the rest of the house.

He passes through the quiet hallway as the roar of drunken conversation and revelry quietens to a murmur in the distance. Passing by their bathroom, he calls her name softly to see if she’s in there.

No reply comes, and he shrugs and keeps walking.

Without warning, as he’s walking by the open door to their bedroom, something small pushes him through the door. He stumbles and turns, and finds himself being kissed passionately on the mouth.

Understanding dawns, and he hears the door close shut and lock behind them, those soft lips never leaving his.

“Happy anniversary,” her voice whispers in between kisses, and he suddenly finds himself lost in a hot haze of lust and love. Her tiny fingers tear at the buttons on his shirt, constantly pushing him back towards the bed where, only hours ago, he came inside her.

She rips the shirt from him, and pushes him back onto the bed. Only now does he open his eyes and take in the sight, slack jawed. She has straddled him on top of the bed, wearing nothing but a lacy set of black stockings, a silk bra that unclips at the front, and matching silk panties that tie at the side like bikini bottoms.

Still straddling him, she grins as she opens his shirt and runs her hands over his body.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” he grins, his eyes burning with desire.

“Works both ways, stud,” she winks, and bends down to kiss him again. Her soft fingers push the open shirt from his arms, and he sits up on his elbows to help her get it off him. Sitting straight up and now topless, he runs his powerful hands up her back and pulls her close. Her thighs wrap around him and her crotch sits pressed against his pulsing erection, pushing through his trousers.

She grinds her pussy against his cock, moaning softly, and his hands run down her back to her ass, cupping each cheek in one huge hand and squeezing. In response, she bucks her hips harder, grinding her pussy up and down on his erection.

He loops his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulls them. They come undone and he grips them and softly pulls them, making sure that the silk rubs between her lips. She trembles at the motion, her dripping wet pussy soaking him through his trousers.

“Feel it,” she whispers, nibbling his neck and his ear.

He obeys and runs his hands down past the curve of her ass, to where her hole is — he stops. There’s something there already…

A thick plastic plug already fills his wife’s asshole. He canlı kaçak bahis smiles and grabs it between his fingers, moving it back and forth slightly. She groans, grinding her pussy harder against his rock hard cock.

As though on cue, she pushes him on his back.

“This is your present, lie back and relax,” she orders him. It takes a lot of willpower for him not to pick her up, slam her down, and fuck her senseless, but somehow he manages to hold off.

As he lies back, she gently gets off him and undoes his trousers. She grins playfully, her face flushed red with arousal, as she pulls his trousers down around his thighs. Now he sees why she wanted him to wear the boxers…

His cock, leaking pre-cum all over his abdomen, has broken free of his underwear and lies pinned against his stomach. Her fingers brush delicately against it, making his cock twitch and his hips buck. He can feel the pressure building in his groin, a hot, burning desire.

She closes her eyes in concentration and reaches around herself, pulling the plug out slowly. She gasps as, with a sudden tug, it leaves her empty. She lets it drop to the floor and her stocking clad legs straddle him once more.

“Don’t move,” she warns him with a coy grin, and reaches behind her to grab his cock. It slips out of his boxers without an issue, and he feels her rubbing it against her dripping pussy. He groans in pleasure as he feels her pussy tense around his throbbing helmet, desperate for her to just swallow him up and pump him dry.

Then she closes her eyes and pushes his cock back past her pussy, and presses it against the small, tight hole between her ass cheeks. He instinctively bucks his hips upwards and she lays a finger against his mouth, repeating,

“I said, don’t move…”

She closes her eyes and bites her lip as her moist hole, wet from the plug’s lube and her own juices, begins to open around the tip of his cock. She whimpers, shaking slightly, as she gradually lowers herself onto his cock. He tries his best not to move, but it feels too good. The pleasure is a loud, crashing, pounding in his head. He can hardly think straight as her virgin asshole finally closes around the tip of his cock, and she opens her red, hungry eyes, her jaw hanging loose.

“Not yet…” she whispers, and closes her eyes again, pushing herself further down onto his cock. He throws his head back in ecstasy as the burning urge in his groin flares up. Her fingers dig into his stomach as she tenses up again, letting his cock push further inside her.

Then, it happens. Her body relaxes and her muscles untense, and with a moan of pleasure he feels her ass cheeks come home against the base of his cock. Her eyes slam open, and she looks at him in shock.

“Oh god -” she begins, trying to articulate the sudden wave of pleasure. Without saying anything, lost in a primal rage of passion and lust, he sits up wraps his arms around her back again. She moans as the movement shifts his cock inside her.

He lifts her stocking clad legs and places them behind him, so that she is impaled entirely on his pulsing cock. She throws her head back and he buries his head in her shoulders and places his hands firmly on her ass. He brings his grip as close to her asshole as he can so that he can feel the base of his cock, and her tiny hole wrapped tightly around it.

Then he lifts her ass up, and the tight band of flesh lifts up to the very tip of his cock, just at the curve of his helmet –

Then he lets her drop. She gasps and her nails dig into his shoulders. Without warning, they are both totally lost to themselves. She is bucking her hips back and forward as he lifts her and slams her back down onto his cock. Her head reels back in ecstasy,

“OhmygodI’mgonnacum-” she gasps as they fuck each other into a frenzy. He feels her ass hole begin to tense and contract around his cock. He gasps at how tight it is, and he can no longer control himself. She lets out a silent scream and bites onto his shoulder to stop herself from screaming as she climaxes.

As her trembling, shaking body tenses against his, he grunts into her neck and climaxes. Her ass hole grips onto him as he explodes inside her, filling her virgin hole with gallons of hot cum. They stay that way, tense and gripping onto each other, as their orgasms subside with breathless gasps.

She brushes her hair out of her red flushed face and kisses him deeply.

“Happy anniversary darling,” she whispers, his cock still twitching inside her.

“Happy anniversary,” he whispers back as cum begins to leak from her hole and pool in his pubic hair.

He pulls her close and they fall into a deep, passionate kiss once more.

The End

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Jessica slept in her own bed that night. It had been a mind-blowing weekend, started off with getting fucked by a guy who could have doubled as her father—a beer-gutted guy in his 50s with graying hair and a penchant for anal and bondage. Then, he’d invited over a crew of nerds and church-goers to tag-team her in a 5-on-1 gangbang with Jessica at the center of attention. The sum of the two experiences had been incredible for Jessica who had experienced more orgasms in less than 24 hours than she’d had in the last year (at least those induced by another man).

She would take a few days to recover being stretched beyond her previous limits, both vaginally and anally. Despite being exhausted from biting off more than she could chew previously, she looked back on the experience in her mind reverently. “Jesus, that was incredible,” she thought out loud. “I wonder if Tom would have me back or if he goes through girls like me on a weekly basis…” She resolved that as soon as her body had 75% recovered, she would explore getting invited back for another session.

She hated to admit to herself that perhaps she really was a sub slut like Tom had suggested in the first place…that she might truly be happiest pleasing men’s cocks, being lusted after by all kinds of men, the more at one time the better, and that one cock might never truly be enough for her again. It began to make her doubt what love truly is, or why you might need love after you’ve realized that you can no longer limit yourself to one man…or at least one penis.

She decided to text Tom to thank her for the good time:

“Tom, thanks for today, and last night”

Tom replied back before too long:

“I told you you’re a sub slut cock pleaser”

Tom then sent her a series of pictures and short video clips of Jessica surrounded by cock and getting fucked good. At least one of the videos exhibited Jessica clearly shouting, “Fuck my ass!” really loudly. All were quite graphic, and she couldn’t help but be impressed by how hot the scenarios came off. If it had been any other woman, she’d have thought it was incredible; however, since it was herself, she still had that sinking feeling that she had crossed a bridge of no return, pics and footage of her now “out there,” irretrievable, much like her sexuality, never to be the same, boring, one-man woman that she used to be.

Her hand reached down to the spot between her legs that had gotten rubbed raw earlier, and unsurprisingly it was already wet again thanks to the visuals provided by her new dom. “What am I gonna do?” she wondered, half worried. She was too quickly becoming a one-track minded party bitch with a new love for getting anally thrashed that she wasn’t sure where this lifestyle would lead. She just knew she was eager to get back in the saddle for more, and that to wait until the next weekend might not be soon enough to satisfy her urges. “I’m so fucked,” she muttered to herself.

…

Wednesday that week while working from home, Jessica’s mother called. Her mother lived upstate about four hours away, so their main method of communication was over the phone. Jessica had been dwelling on her predicament, being turned out and yearning for cock for what seemed like all of her waking hours, and decided to ask her mom related questions while they were chatting:

“Mom?”

“Yes, Jessie?” her mother replied.

“Was Daddy your first, or did you date around before you met him?” Jessica asked.

“You know your father and I met in college. We’ve been together ever since,” her mother replied.

“So there was no one else? You never, you know, fooled around in high school or in college before you met Daddy?” she persisted.

“Why do you ask, Baby?” her mother asked, unsure where this was coming from.

“Well,” Jessica replied, “I’ve just been going through some stuff lately, with my recent break up, and wondering in general what it’s all about. I guess I’ve kind of lost faith in love a little, and I wonder if I even see myself ever truly falling in love with anyone. On the other hand, I still desire sex… just not with attachments, at least I think. I don’t know. I’m really confused.”

“I see,” her mother replied. “Don’t be too worried about that. Love has its ups and downs in a person’s life. To be sure, your father and I have had ours. Still, we love each other very much, and it’s natural to go through such cycles… Getting back to your question, however, in fact I did date around both in high school and college. You know I was a cheerleader, but what I never told you, as it would have been inappropriate had I told you at a younger age, was that I experimented quite a bit in high school, less so in college.”

“Oh my gosh! Really?” Jessica asked, surprised. “Like what?”

“Well, again, as a cheerleader, my friends and I were always getting hit on by ALL of the guys…the athletes were the most forward, and we were the center of attention at all the big parties and events. It seems I must have dated several of the varsity guys at various points throughout illegal bahis high school,” her mother mused.

“Oh shit!” Jessica blurted out. “Sorry, I mean, I had no idea. I should have figured this out knowing you were a cheerleader. I guess I’ve always known you as my father’s wife, as my mother, and it never once occurred to me.”

“That’s true. I am your mother, and I’m your father’s wife. Still, to be quite honest, and I’ve never told your father this, but I have dated more boys than I’d care to admit,” her mother offered.

“Really? Like how many?” Jessica asked in disbelief.

“I don’t think I could put a real number on it, but it’s probably somewhere in the twenties,” she replied.

“Twenty boyfriends?!?” Jessica asked.

“At least, Honey,” Jessica’s mother replied. “Not to shock you, but since you’re old enough, you might as well hear about it… I’m sure I dated at least 20 boys, and slept with almost double that amount. (Of course, i was already 18 by the time I’d started having sex.)”

“WHAT?!?!” Jessica asked. “Are you serious?!”

“I know it sounds like a lot. But it was a different time then, and again, this was the way it was with the cheerleader crowd,” she replied. “When i was 18 during my senior year, It felt like every weekend I’d be at a big party with the girls and I’d end up sleeping with my boyfriend or some random jock, partly because we were all doing it, and partly because of all the beer that was expected to be drank at the parties.”

“You screwed random guys?!?!” Jessica asked. She couldn’t believe her ears. But it all started to make sense. Her newfound libido and appreciation for cock now had a basis that went beyond herself. Perhaps it was a trait inherited from her mother.

“They weren’t totally random. I knew all of them to some level, well, at least most of them. Again, they were mainly varsity guys. They all had a lot of confidence and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Anyway, once I graduated high school, I mostly left that life behind, sticking to mainly sleeping with men I dated seriously with an occasional one-night stand, and these numbers were all very limited by that point,” she said, qualifying her previous statements about promiscuous sex.

“I see,” Jessica replied. Thinking to herself, “So I’m not the only slut in the family after all,” she told her mother, “I’ve wondered lately why I have been inclined to just want men for their sex and not so much their heart. I suppose it’s a phase…”

“Perhaps,” her mother replied. “When I met your father, I knew almost right away that he was the one, that I could see myself living with him for the rest of my life. I anticipate eventually you’ll meet Mr. Right, too. Probably not without looking for him though, but who knows?”

“Thanks, Mom,” Jessica said. She now had a better idea of what was going on. She didn’t get all the answers she needed, but to persist in asking her mom more questions would only raise unwanted questions from her mother. Jessica’s mom was a cock whore, just like Jessica was now. No reason to fight it at this point, and hope that when it’s time, she’ll meet a good guy and mature out of it all.

…

Sure enough, all Jessica could think about the rest of the day was her mom on all fours barking like a dog for varsity cock while blitzed out on cheap beer, being passed around like a party slut. The thought turned her on more than she could bear as her hand was on her twat more often than it wasn’t, pushing herself to several orgasms that afternoon and evening. It was in this moment of sexual frustration that she texted Tom:

“When can we get together again?” she texted.

Not long after: “How’s tomorrow sound? 12:00 noon?” Tom replied.

“I work from home. I can probably get away with 3:30pm,” she replied.

“3:30pm works,” he replied.

Jessica’s pussy and asshole were still a little sore from Sunday, but at the rate she was going and the urge for more cock she’d been feeling, she would just have to fuck it and take a chance that her body would be ready. She couldn’t get cock off her mind, and the thought of cock in her mouth, pussy, and ass, the taste of their semen, the musky smell of their balls and body odor, she needed it now more than ever.

The night would be difficult as Jessica lay awake, images of Sunday as well as that of her mother getting fucked incessantly by a room full of cock with her cheerleader sisters… Did her mother do anal? Had she gotten into any gangbangs? Regardless, this was Jessica’s new reality, and she planned on capitalizing on it while the urge still resonated within her.

…

At last, Wenesday afternoon came, and Jessica left her home around 3:05, checking out of work having worked from home during the whole social distancing thing. When she pulled up to Tom’s house, she was surprised by the number of vehicles parked outside. Had Tom rallied the guys again? It seemed clear he must have, and by the looks of it, there could be as many as double the number of guys from before. Apparently illegal bahis siteleri Jessica had not yet outlasted her usefulness for Tom yet, she mused. She was excited and grateful for what Tom had done, and she wore this excitement on her face as she stepped through the open front door of Tom’s country home.

“Hi Guys!” Jessica said as she walked into the living room with what looked like about twelve guys, most of which were standing or leaning on something, most drinking a beer or a bottle of water.

“Jessica!” called Tom, “You made it! Here’s a beer!” He handed her an opened beer, and she got busy drinking it. If things played out the way they were supposed to, she wouldn’t have much opportunity to keep drinking it.

“Jessica, you remember Mike, Bill, Ron, and Jake, right?” Tom asked Jessica.

“Hey Guys!” Jessica called out, smiling.

“The word got out on what a little cock pleaser you are, so what you see around you is some extra family and trusted friends that were interested in sampling your wares,” Tom said. “I figured from your texts that it was on.”

“You’re such a people pleaser, Tom,” Jessica joked. “The more the merrier! That’s what I always say!” she returned.

And like that, clothes started popping off as Jessica kneeled in the center of the room, and one cock after another was freed from its pants while Jessica’s eyes beamed, glancing happily into the faces of the men that began to surround her. While some of the guys tried to help her off with her shirt, it was slightly challenging at first because her mouth and hands were really busy getting the crowd going with her cock-pleasing skills. But within a minute her shirt and bra were off, and she was able to get back to her mission of feasting on cock.

Like an octopus bartending in a boner bar, she went to work, stroking cocks, sucking from cock to cock, and before you knew it the better part of what was at least 12 cocks were all standing at attention, waiting for their turn to get off.

Jessica had mostly come prepared. She had applied garish make-up to give off the look for a common Times Square whore. Her clothing was all pretty loose to facilitate easy removal. And her hair had been put in a pony tail to keep the hair out of her mouth and enable some easy hair pulling for the guys. It need hardly be said she did her best to clean herself, both all over her body, but also the inside. After all, nobody likes shit-dick, especially when it involves ass-to-mouth action.

The sight was something to behold for any newby to the gangbang experience. Here was this southern blonde eagerly sucking and jerking off all these guys as if she was in her happy place. She truly wanted it, and it was happening.

What happened next was unexpected… Tom gave a signal and without notice, the men, as if previously assigned, proceeded to give Jessica an oral experience unlike any she’d had before. The men all grab a part of her body and began to tongue the shit out of it. Naturally, one guy was on her twat, another on her asshole, tonguing away just like she deserved, returning the pleasure she’d been so generous to provide moments before. One guy per breast. Men sucked her toes, others her fingers. All these sensitive spots were getting licked and sucked, sending her senses into overdrive. To be sure, she got to feast on a cock while all this went down…after all, that’s really what she came for.

Jessica didn’t last very long. It must have been seven minutes when she climaxed from all the oral attention she received. Much as she hoped, this was only the beginning of what would be non-stop cock. Tom announced some ground rules before the guys started dicking her up:

“All right Boys, here’s the deal,” Tom started. “I’ve invited all of you here to fuck my bitch Jessica good. But don’t forget your gangbang etiquette. If you can’t blow your load inside of about seven minutes, you need to pull out and let someone else in. Pretty much everybody here is expected home for dinner, and Jessica will get really worn out for those of you holding your load forever. Everybody tracking?”

Without any further ado, Tom beckoned to Jessica to straddle him on the large ottoman that he had in front of the couch. As much as he liked to fuck ass, he wanted first dibs on her pussy. Without hesitation, she climbed up on her love connection and slipped his cock easily into her pussy. She’d been waiting too long for the sensation of cock inside of her, so she was happy to oblige. She started riding his cock nice and steady, her slender and fit figure a sight for sore eyes. All the men in the room had a hand on their cock as they watched Tom get reacquainted with his willing slut.

“What are you guys waiting for?” Tom asked. “She’s got at least two other holes here. Help yourselves!”

Bill was always down to fuck a tight ass. He was prepared with lube and stepped up to insert his cock inside Jessica’s newly broken in hole.

Again, the pause while Tom and Jessica let Bill stretch her asshole with his cock as he inched canlı bahis siteleri it past her anal sphincter. Jessica’s head went backward as she experienced that electric thrill that only anal veterans know, a slick, warm, firm cock filling her rectum, resting for a moment as Bill’s cock continued to fill with blood, and then slowly rocking back and forth.

Jessica was catapulted back to Heaven as these two men rode her like the fuck meat she now identified as. “Yes, fuck me, Boys! Fuck me like that!” she exclaimed.

Jake, the big guy from Sunday, got in front of Jessica’s face and offered his big tool once more. Jessica couldn’t speak for the satisfaction of Tom and Bill going to town on her two holes, but she had no trouble opening her mouth to accommodate her friend’s manhood.

And there she was again, being used like a true attention-loving party slut. Jessica’s eyes closed as she went to her happy place, her sexual wonderland where her senses were stimulated, but her brain was on overdrive, reeling in ecstasy as she harnessed the attention of all these sex-starved men with their hard cocks all waiting their turn for a poke.

Bill was the first to drop a load, right in Jessica’s ass. “Agh!” he shouted as he went balls deep one last time, trying to leave every drop in her anal cavity. After he pulled out, Jessica’s asshole was left agape as all the men stared at Jessica’s ass in all its glory. Ron took the initiative, pulled his cock out of Jessica’s mouth, walked around the ottoman and put it in her ass for the second time in a week.

Jessica’s head went back again as she was filled to the brim with cock. “Oooohh!” she moaned as the two men stretched her to her limit, pushing as deep as they could, eliciting mutual pleasure among the threesome.

One of the new guys came up and offered his rock hard erection to Jessica’s free mouth, which she gladly accepted…she didn’t like to be left without something to suck on. She busily went to work on getting this stranger off, fucking his cock with her mouth fast and wet while her two lovers continued to penetrate her with abandon.

It didn’t take two minutes for the guy in her mouth to erupt, sending ropes of jizz into Jessica’s waiting mouth. She had grown to enjoy the taste of cum, and she was pleasantly surprised by the freshness of this young man’s hot load on her tongue and in her throat. “Mmmm, yummy!” she let out, stroking his ego and encouraging any other would-be volunteers for getting sucked.

Tom got close, beginning his final approach on climax. He started banging his hips up and down like a jack hammer into Jessica’s twat, BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!! The thrill of getting fucked hard put Jessica over the edge, causing her to emit her pussy juice from her cunt as it dripped out all splashy getting her pussy and asshole that much more wet and easy to ram while Tom and suddenly Jake both committed to cumming inside of her. She held firm with her hands planted on the ottoman just north of Tom’s shoulders as they bucked their hips fast and furious into her jutted ass until they both erupted their semen deeply inside her pussy and rectum.

Jessica’s face was a combination of pain, pleasure, and finally relief during this onslaught of passion. She was covered in sweat from the rough fucking and the warm Wednesday afternoon. She took a much needed break sandwiched between these two hung men, reveling in the contact and attention she recently discovered she so needed.

After a few moments, Tom and Jake detached from Jessica. She moved onto her back on the ottoman while Mike proceeded to mount her missionary style. He fucked her solo for a good two minutes, and heeding Tom’s ground rules, eventually stood up while holding onto Jessica, offering up a man to take her ass while he fucked her pussy standing. Another newby stepped up and pointed his penis at her asshole. It was already ready to receive after the fucking she’d gotten from Jake. The two men before long started fucking Jessica standing, her body sandwiched between them, her arms around Mike’s neck, the new guy gently biting her trapezius muscles while he buried his cock in and out, in and out of her loose hole. If it wasn’t for his inexperience, he would have had a tough time reaching climax, her ass was so loose. Sure enough, the new guy was spent inside of five minutes, finishing with his jaw firmly locked onto Jessica’s shoulder, leaving a steady stream of cum pouring out of her ass when he finally removed his asspipe.

Getting tired, Mike went ahead and laid down on the ottoman with Jessica on top. He continued to fuck into her cunt until the situation demanded a change. Ron stepped up to fuck Jessica’s ass. He was able to stand on top of the ottoman while he rammed his cock in and out of her ass. Jessica was able to position her ass just right for maximum friction enjoyment as the three got into a steady fuck rhythm.

Jessica yelled out, “Fuck my ass, Ron, fuck me!” Ron couldn’t believe it. He was trying to bang her good, but it seemed his cock couldn’t quite fill her well after Jake’s large cock. Tom gave one of the other guys a gentle shove to go and join in. Not sure what to do, he simply got behind Ron who was already fucking Jessica’s ass, and he pointed his dick in the general area between Ron and Mike’s cocks.

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She woke up from another dream about him. This one left her dripping like the other ones had but more excited than she had been before. She sat up in bed and ran her fingers through her hair. Groaning inwardly she got up and made her way to the shower. She let the cold water wash over her trying to clear her mind of the images from the dream that were staying with her. She knew she couldn’t go into work feeling this frustrated and still be able to concentrate on her job. The water calmed her down but nothing could get the images from the dream out of her mind. She left her house that morning picturing him lightly slapping her breasts.

She got into work and for once he was there before she was. She smiled a good morning as she walked by him to her desk. She stole another glance at him as she sat down. He had on the blue button down shirt that did wonders with accentuating his eyes and black dress pants. Her mind wandered back to her dream and she could see herself trailing her fingers down his chest through the opening of his shirt. She pulled herself back to the present just in time to see him walk by and stick out his tongue at her. She laughed and said,

“I’m going to start keeping count of how many times you do that you know.”

Then he was gone, leaving behind only the delicious smell of his cologne.

The day’s work began and as was normal, she started conversing with him through IM. He asked how she slept and she let slip that she had dreamed about him again. The conversation took a turn in content and she felt herself start to blush. Images of the dream came back to her, her hands tied above her head, lying naked on the bed with him standing over her trailing the ends of a leather whip across her stomach and reddened breasts. She tried canlı bahis şirketleri to change the topic but a part of her wanted to relive and add to the dream and he wasn’t letting the topic go that easily.

She couldn’t concentrate on work anymore as images from the dream were flashing in her head full force. She had to get away from the smell of him because it was driving her insane. She stood up to go for a walk and he watched her go. She found a private conference room that wasn’t being used and closed the door behind her. With the lights off, she sat in a chair at the end of the table and ran her hands over her breasts.

She sighed deeply as she undid her pants and slipped her hand in and under the band of the thong she was wearing. She started sliding her fingers in and out while picturing him touching her. She froze as she head the door click open a bit and a sliver of light spilled through as someone came in and locked the door behind then. She could hear them walking towards her and the smell that preceded them let her know it was him.

He had to have seen where she was when he came in the room. He made his way directly over to where she was and pinched her nipples through her shirt and bra.

“Did you think it was fair to start telling me that and then disappear?” he asked her.

His hand trailed down to her lace thong underwear, “starting without me?”

She hung her head for a moment then raised it with deviance flashing in her eyes, “I’m sure I could make it up to you.”

She got out of the chair she was in, removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants with her hands before taking the zipper pull between her teeth and unzipping his pants. She slid them and the boxers under them down and released his already aroused canlı kaçak iddaa 8inch cock. She licked the tip while pulling air into her mouth around the head then slowly licked around it as she steadily brought it into her mouth. She sucked on his cock with slow, steady back and forth motions while she stroked it with her tongue and groaned softly around it.

The taste was delicious and she could feel the tiny pre-cum drops hitting her tongue. She sucked harder and felt him release her hair from the clip and run his hands through it. His legs started to shake with the first orgasm and he sat in the chair moments before he exploded in her mouth. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his tip as she swallowed his cum in hungry gulps. Her arms were resting on his thighs now and she continued to suck on him, slurping at the wetness there. She stopped only after he had spent himself in her mouth four more times. Slowly sliding him out of her mouth, she licked away the remaining drops.

“That wasn’t in my dream … but hopefully it was ok with you,” she said with a sly smile.

She was still kneeling in front of him as he lowered his head to look at her. She stood up and sat on the table in front of him. He turned towards her and weakly pulled at her pants. She let them drop to the floor and he hooked his thumbs under the band of her thong and pulled it away from her. She lay back on the table as he slid her down closer to the edge. He dragged his hand down her stomach and over her smooth, hairless pussy.

“You shave??” he asked her.

He could feel the heat in her body rise with the answer.

“At least twice a week.”

He kissed down the smooth skin and opened her swollen lips with his fingers. He softly blew air on her before canlı kaçak bahis lowering his head and licking across the surface of her cleft and lips. She gyrated her hips towards him before he pressed his face into her sex. His tongue delved into her and she raised her hips to open her pussy to him more. He licked her clitoris and swollen lips, slowly moving his head from side to side. He slid two of his fingers into her, pumping in and out of her. Then added another while licking and gently biting her clitoris. She raised her backside off the table and he pinched her ass with his free hand. Her breathing came more rapidly as the combination of his tongue and fingers created waves of pleasure rushing her to orgasm. When she came, he removed his fingers and she could feel him licking and sucking her cum into his mouth.

She lay on the table for a few minutes catching her breath.

“Well, that was a nice break in the day. We should both really get back though. Someone is going to wonder where we both disappeared to.”

She stood up and started to put her clothes back on and he did the same. Once they were both dressed, she stepped up to him and pressed herself against him. She licked a trail of her cum off his lips.

“Too bad I couldn’t go more into my dream. That will have to wait though,” she coyly said as she lowered her eyes and turned away from him.

She left the room first and about three minutes later he did the same, stopping in the restroom to clean up a little. No one in the office seemed to have noticed that they had both been gone for any period of time. She was sitting at her desk when he walked by and stuck out his tongue at her again.

She sent him a message – ‘you know what that will lead to’ – and continued with her daily work. The rest of the conversation between the two of them kept going back to her dream but she refused to tell him about it … insisting that showing what she dreamed would be better for both of them. But that would have to wait for another time.

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It started out as a fantasy.

I’d stumbled across a website that provided an in-depth and intriguing view on the psychology of cuckolding. Originally a ‘cuckold’ was a man with an unfaithful wife. It was a scornful epithet back in the day. But more recently, it’s evolved into a fetish – a fetish often practiced by intellectuals and those looking for more than just the physical parts of being in a relationship. You see, in this fetish, the wife or girlfriend is encouraged by her partner to have sex with other men, sometimes while the partner watches.

I loved my girlfriend, Jennifer, but began fantasizing about her being pleasured by someone else while I watched. I mentally toyed with the idea, getting frissons of pleasurable sensations, thinking about such ‘forbidden’ behavior. Each time I thought of her submitting to another man’s wishes, I felt a sickness in my stomach but also an undeniable twitching in my pants.

Not wanting to blatantly tell Jen about how this idea was seizing my mind, I turned it into a safe game. She liked using her vibrator dildo on herself, usually when I wasn’t around. So I first broke the ice by bringing her dildo into our bed, and encouraging her to use it while I caressed her. Gradually, she got used to the idea, and relaxed into a state of comfort with using it in my presence.

Playfully, I started referring to the vibrator’s flesh like rod as her ‘lover’s cock’ while I described how it looked plunging in and out of her pussy. Naked in bed with her, I gave her some distance, and continued my narration of what her lover’s cock was doing now. She told me she had some great orgasms that way, as I verbally painted the scenario of her and her lover and how beautiful she looked in my mind, being taken by this ‘other man’ of hers.

Several such ‘sessions’ clearly signaled my acceptance and enthusiasm, so Jen permitted me to sit, fully clothed, in a chair next to the bed, while, naked atop the bed covers, she had tryst after tryst, with her ‘lover’ plunging into and out of her cunt. Sometimes, I’d say something like, “I see your lover is lifting your legs by the ankles, and spreading you open wide for me to see.” And Jen would dutifully assume that position as she fucked herself to orgasm. Or I might say, “Oh, your lover is flipping you face down, to take you from behind,” and she’d turn over on the bed, raising her ass up into the air, reaching behind herself to slip the dildo in and out until she shuddered and collapsed onto the soft sheets.

After such scenarios were played out, I started joining in after her orgasm, sucking at her pussy, and telling her how delicious the mixture of her cum was, mixed with the semen from her lover. She’d giggle or laugh merrily, but would soon be panting as her hand would grab the back of my head and pull me in tight so that my lips and tongue could drive her into yet another climax.

Our love life was rich and fun, as we played these games. Then one night she and I were entertaining a buddy of mine, Tony. We had dinner together, chatting about various things. I’d had a hard day at work, so while the two of them offered to do the dishes, I settled into the recliner in our living room with a double Jack Daniels on the rocks, to rest. The combination of relaxing and the whiskey caused me to doze off.

After a while, something – some sound or air current or vibration – woke me up. I was alone in the living room, I saw, but I heard a sort of whispering coming from the kitchen, situated out of sight behind my chair. I couldn’t make out the words, but something about the low canlı bahis şirketleri whispering, perhaps the tone of the voices, conveyed a sensation of naughtiness.

My fuzzy brain was struggling with an attempt to analyze what I was hearing. Was Tony trying to chat up, make time, hit on – whatever the current terminology was – my girlfriend? I probably should have investigated immediately, but my curiosity took over, so I didn’t move, still pretending to be asleep, although quite awake now.

The minutes seemed to creep by in the ensuing silence but then, did I hear a soft moan? Wait. Was that the sound of a zipper? I could swear I heard something else, the soft, sort of sucking sound you hear when a kiss ends. These strange sounds went on for quite some time, maybe 15 or 20 minutes. It’s amazing what your mind can come up with when left to make assumptions, and fill in the pieces!

It was a good thing I was sitting still with my eyes closed – I’d closed them to focus on the sounds better – because with very hushed giggling, Jen and Tony tip-toed past the recliner to make their way into our bedroom.

Mind racing, I was flabbergasted. Tony had a reputation with the women, I knew, but I’d never believe he’d be so aggressive as to make a move on Jen right in my presence! And not just copping a feel, or sneaking a kiss – he was taking her into our bedroom!

I almost leaped to my feet, and charged after them when suddenly my brain blossomed with the thoughts, “Wait a minute! Stop! Think about how hot this is! Isn’t this what you’ve wanted for some time?” Much as I wanted to get up out of the chair, these thoughts made me feel like I was tied to it.

Sitting there, I was plagued with the questions, “What’s going on in there?” and “What are they doing now?” I couldn’t hear much, but enough to know that my normally conservative girlfriend was not holding anything back. With each faint moan, or the creak of the bed, I knew Tony must be getting closer to his goal. Eventually, I forced my muscles to ease me quietly out of the chair. I silently sneaked my way over to the bedroom door. Amazingly, they’d left it about 6 inches ajar. “Was this an accident, or purposeful?” I asked myself.

I peered carefully into the gloom of the bedroom. In the faint light, I could see the two of them on the bed. Their bodies showed up in the darkness because they were both totally naked. He was on his back, and Jen was kneeling at a right angle to his thighs. Dim as it was, I could still clearly see her head bobbing up and down on his manhood. My eyebrows raised as I saw his cock was significantly bigger than my own. I’m not small, but I could see this was definitely above average size, even in the darkness. The articles I’d read about, with women desiring large cocks, and how size does matter, started to permeate my thoughts as I stood there, mesmerized by what was unfolding.

There was absolutely no mistaking of what was happening. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut, but I also knew that I had a raging hard on, seeing this! Frozen in the doorway, my body must have blocked the light from the living room, because Tony looked up and saw me standing there, peeking in. I felt like I’d been caught in the act, rather than the two of them.

Shockingly, Tony merely waved his hand over the top of Jen’s head, motioning for me to come in. Perhaps moving like an automaton, I obeyed. I was standing next to the bed before Jen became aware that I was there. She startled for a moment, but then smiled, saying, “Looks like I’m making our fantasy a reality,” as canlı kaçak iddaa she went back to sucking his cock.

Tony said, “You can watch, if you want,” as if granting me some wondrous boon.

It was such a simple statement, but drove me to a very complex decision. I realized that if I didn’t object, I was giving tacit permission. And over and above that, if I stayed and watched, I’d be placed in a very submissive position, the beta male watching an alpha male. I stood silently, not moving. Silence was a ‘yes’. Staying was a ‘yes’. They continued, and I felt the first twinges of humiliation and submission in front of my woman.

I was conflicted. I was jealous, I admit. I expected to feel angry as well, but I didn’t. In place of anger was confusion, because I wanted to see her being pleasured. Angst filled me, and I found the mental anguish… arousing.

As her lips were reverently sucking Tony’s cock, Jen moaned around that column of flesh, and I realized he was now fingering her as she sucked him. In addition to her moaning while she sucked and stroked him, she made very deep eye contact with me, willing me to watch her do this. With her eyes, hands and mouth she was conveying the comparison between his cock and my own. Her hands seem to be showing me how big his cock was. Her eyes seemed to be saying, “How could I ever be expected to turn this down?”

After quite some time of this tableau, his hand grabbed her hip and pushed, maneuvering her over his lap. He was lining his cock up with her cunt. My heart was hammering in my throat. It was time for what I both wanted and dreaded with every fiber. When she was in position, he paused, holding her up by her hips. The pause seemed to last a long time. He seemed to know perfectly well what he was doing to her… to me… to us. The agony of anticipation was acute.

My facial expression froze as time froze. “What are you waiting for?” I wanted to scream. He truly was waiting, and I had no idea why.

Jen, poised over him, was biting her lip softly, fretting. Finally, she whispered, “Please.” My heart and breath seemed to stall as that word hung in the air.

That’s when he released her hips. And she had to own the fact that she was dropping herself down onto his cock, right before my eyes. She wasn’t being forced in any way. She opened her pussy lips, and her cunt virtually swallowed his entire cock in a single movement. I was witnessing my own cuckolding. It was really happening! My heart began pounding so hard I thought it might jump out of my chest.

Jen was so wet, I could hear his cock displace and expel her natural lubricant onto his balls. She was impaled on his manhood, gasping with pleasure. After a few strokes he held her hips up again, with only the tip of his cock inside her. With a smile on his face he said, “Stop me when I’m at his depth,” nodding to indicate me.

As she was lowered, she stopped him, stating, “There.” Face flushed, she looked over at me, then back at him.

He paused briefly, then told her, “Feel the difference.” With that, he pulled her down hard, planting himself as deeply in her as possible. Her eyes widened, her mouth formed into an ‘O’ shape. He told her, “Cum for me.”

She began humping him, and I could tell her mind was reeling as she let her arousal build quickly. I was being mind fucked by both of them, and Tony was tickled to feel her working herself on his manhood as I watched. She didn’t cum instantaneously, but it was one of the fastest orgasms she’d ever had.

After a few more minutes, he pulled her off and put canlı kaçak bahis her on all fours, whispering into her ear but loud enough for me to hear, “Put your head down and give me ownership of that cunt.”

She offered no resistance as her face softly nestled into a pillow and her hips raised in offering. Jen was, of course, no virgin, but she’d not been a swinger either. We’d never had a threesome, or anything. But Tony was pulling the slut out of her, and she was letting him do it. He wasn’t being mean-spirited or rude, just the Dominant that was his natural self. He smiled at me as his cock began its entry into her upraised sex.

My mind was jumbled, torn between the extremes of wanting to leave, and wanting to join in. I did neither. I knew she loved me, but she was overcome with desire for that big cock, crying out how wonderful it felt, encouraging him to fuck her harder. They fucked for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he pulled her hair, forcing her face back. “Look at him. Look into his eyes, and let him see how much you want my cock,” he demanded.

There was a pause before she took in a breath and stuttered, “I can’t… I can’t deny it. He’s taken my pussy from you, and I want all of it while he makes you watch!”

Hearing this, he placed her in missionary position and pulled her legs wide apart, noting, “Look! Look how her pussy is gaping open, crying out to be filled with this cock of mine.” He obligingly penetrated her, causing her to scream with delight. He fucked her lustily in that position until, with an animalistic moan, he unloaded his semen deep into her willing cunt. He pulled his cock out of her, some sticky strands of semen stretched between their intimate parts for a moment, as I almost hyperventilated. As I stood motionless, he dressed, and with a smile and a wink at me, left.

I climbed onto the bed next to her, and we cuddled and chatted, trying to process what had just happened. She undressed me, wanting the reassurance of my skin against hers. She stroked my body as she looked into my eyes and asked me, “How do you feel, now that it’s no longer a fantasy?”

It was a difficult question to answer. It led to a discussion that lasted until sunrise. We wove a mutual answer, playing on the concepts that what happened was dirty, naughty, and submissive. But it was also fantastically erotic. Even the thought that his sperm were now swimming inside her turned me on, though I hesitated to voice this.

For her, it was mainly about the cock… the pleasure she got from it… the sex. She came for him several times, almost as a thank you for the pleasure he gave her. For me, it was mainly about mental sex, and it was great mental sex. Watching Jen submit to this other man. Having to submit in a way myself, by my silence which gave him permission. Feeling the humility as she allowed him to go deeper inside her than I was able.

We talked about other things, like how he’d now virtually claimed her pussy as his. And how we both felt about that concept. Even if he never came back again, just the thought that it might happen was arousing to us both. (It did happen twice more after that.) As we talked about it possibly happening again, we got so worked up that she gave me such a fantastic blow-job that my toes curled as I exploded in her mouth.

As I look back on this experience, one thing is certain. While this first experience with cuckolding all occurred in a matter of a couple of hours, the feelings, thoughts, and emotions have lasted me a life time. It’s a mixture of feelings, some good, some embarrassing. It’s difficult to put this into words, but the suffering caused by the mental anguish of your woman finding greater sexual pleasure with another man as you watch can actually create a feeling of submissive bliss. And it can leave you craving for more.

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“The Prince is coming!” Gertie called, “The Prince is coming!”

“What?” Cinders asked of her step sister as she she raked out the fourteenth fireplace that morning, “Coming to Saddleworth?”

“Yes coming to Saddleworth,” Gertie said, “He’s coming to open our new Town Hall”

“Oh!” said Cinders.

“He’ll be coming up our road our Cinders,” said her step sister Anna,”You’ll have to chuck ashes in canal or road will be dusty.”me.”

“Dusty?” Cinders asked, “In Yorkshire, get real!”

“It were dry on our Harry’s birthday,” Gertie announced.

“No it wasn’t our Gertie,” Anna said, “It bloody snowed!”

“Roads was dry though,” Gertie announced.

“Right,” Cinders agreed, “Blimey is that the time, ” she gasped, “I’m late for Butler’s blow job!”

“How come you give Butler a blow job every dinner?” Gertie asked.

“Better than getting fucked up,” said Cinders with a smirk, “And I cheeks him for a glass of stout to wash it down with after!”

“Do our mam know?” Gertie asked.

“Course she do our Gertie,” Anna sighed, “It’s in his terms and conditions!”

“I don’t mind,” Cinders said, “Really.”

“It’s disgusting!” Gertie said.

“How do you know?” Anna asked, “

“Well, it must be!” Gertie blushed.

“I need the practice,” Cinders admitted, “I’m going to be the best cock sucker in Yorkshire and marry a mine owner’s son!”

“You silly bugger,” said Anna, “They don’t want cock suckers.”

“Do if they don’t want kids,” Cinders said , “Crying and shitting all the time.

“Them want’s it up your ass hole!” Anna explained.

“I got to go!” Cinders insisted and she clattered away in her well worn clogs.

……………………………………………………………………………………….

“Here’s my plan,” Cinders said, as Buttons sat beside her when they had their snap.

“There’s only one bog at Saddleworth Midland.” she explained, “Only one sit down Gents bog any road, so they’ll tart it up for Prince, and right above it there’s a hatch up into loft,” she said almost proudly, “And Ted Hepplethwaite said as he would give me a leg up so as I can hide up there until Prince needs a crap and then come down and give him the best blow job he’s ever had!”

“It’s no good,” Buttons the under footman explained, “They have bogs on the train now!”

“No!” Cinders said, “Surely not!”

“Oh yes, on Royal train any road!” Buttons added.

“But Ted said,” Cinder protested.

“Maybe he’s stringing you along,” Buttons suggested.

“But he helped me practice!” Cinders replied.

“What?” Buttons asked.

Cinders thought a moment, “He helped me up in loft and pretended to be prince while I worked out how to give blow job without me feet poking out under the bog door!”

“You didn’t give him blow job as well did you?” Buttons asked.

“Yes,” she admitted, “But I never swallowed.”

“That makes it all right then,” Buttons exclaimed sarcastically.

“At least he washes first,” Cinders said, “Not like you!”

“That’s not fair, he’s got hot running water at station.” Buttons explained, “We only got cold!”

“Butler washes and he’s only got cold,” Cinders protested.

“Cripes,” Buttons exclaimed, “Is there anyone you don’t practice blow jobs on?”

“Only you and butler, and fish man and Ted of course.” Cinders said, “Why?

Buttons shook his head and wandered off.

Cinders was really annoyed and as soon as she had her piece of bread and dripping she grabbed her shawl and set off into the pouring rain towards Saddleworth Midland station where she found Ted talking to Ernie Grimsdale guard of the 11.30 local train to Bradford.

“Oi!” Cinders said, “You never said they had bogs in trains now.”

“Bogs on trains,” Ernie laughed, “Not on this one they don’t.”

“Royal Train!” Cinders exclaimed, “Buttons said Royal Train has bog on it.”

“Royal Train?” Ernie laughed, “Bloody Geordie Stephenson built that un his sen, built if for Liverpool and Mancester in eithteen twenty nine for directors, they would be lucky to have a bucket to crap in let alone proper bog!”

“Liar!” Cinders snapped, “You’re in it together.”

“What?” Ernie demanded.

“You just want free blow jobs!” she hissed.

“He wants more than blow jobs miss,” Ernie laughed, “You want to watch yourself!”

Ted blushed crimson, “Look, I still don’t think royal train has a bog on it,” he said, “I likes you Cinders, I ent trying to con you.”

“You’re lower than a worms belly!” Cinders snapped, “Both of you!” she looked around hopelessly, “I’m never going to marry a prince now am I?”

Ernie smiled sadly, “You never was lass, no matter how good you are at blow jobs.”

“She’s bloody good though Ernie,” Ted admitted.

“So you said Ted,” Ernie agreed, “Eh up it’s twenty to, time we buggered off,” he said and he waved his flag and blew his whistle and the train gradually wheezed out of the station.

“Bloody lying pillock!” Cinders said, “If I never see you again it will illegal bahis be too soon.”

“Cinders!” Ted pleaded, “Look I got a Sunday off next month, maybe we could go to church or something?”

“In your dreams, moron!” Cinders said and she stormed off with her clogs clattering on the street.

Ted went back to the waiting room and put his feet up for a minute as he had been on duty since four that morning and wasn’ t due to finish until the ten o’clock from Battersby arrived around midnight.

George Richmond the Stationmaster wandered in, “Oi you lazy pillock, there’s cleaning to be done,” he cried, “You ask that girl of yours about giving me a blow job?”

“Uh, no sir, she ent really got time.” Ted admitted.

“Well if you fucked her ass instead she could blow me at same time,” he suggested, “Where’s she work anyway, down Graythwaite street by Abattoir?”

“She chambermaid sir, well under chambermaid, fire lighter really sir.” Ted explained.

“Pity, if she’d have been whore or summat respectable she’d have made a decent wife for thee,” George said as he sat down, “Maybe get thee sen promotion, have thee own station mebbe.”

“I’ll mis her,” Ted admitted, “Her beautiful blue eyes looking at me as she gobbles me cock, that long blonde hair,”

“Offer her sixpence a time lad, she’ll be back.” George suggested.

“That’s a days wages!” Ted exclaimed outraged,”I can’t afford that when I can fuck Mrs Miggins me landlady up the ass for halfpenny.”

“Not the same though is it?” George suggested, “Not the same.”

Cinders was in a foul mood, “All them blow jobs!” she railed, “I could have charged a penny a time, tuppence mebbe.”

“You always were a slut,” Gertie agreed, “That’s why your father disowned you.”

“No he didn’t,” Cinders said, “He said it was up to me, he said if I wanted to screw around I could live like a servant!”

“But you don’t do you Cinders,” Anna explained, “You haven’t had a cock up you properly yet have you?”

“Might have,” Cinders said defensively but she had been so busy recently giving blow jobs that she simply hadn’t had time to get laid.

Ted were despondent, but later on when “Jock” O’keefe came in on the local train from Rawtenstall, he went across for a chat.

“Do you reckon it’s right they got a bog on royal train?” he asked.

“No idea,” Jock admitted, “Ye’ll be wantin’ a word wi’ Union rep, Elias Scargill, he’ll know.”

“Right,” Ted agreed.

“If they’ve a convenience in the train then we should have one on the engine too,” Jock suggested, “Its very embarrassing doing your business upon the footplate when ye’re doing the best part of fifty mile an hour on an express.”

“I suppose,” Ted agreed, “Can’t you shit on shovel and burn it in firebox?”

“That’s disgusting, do ye no know we eat our breakfast off of the shovel, this is eighteen seventy ye ken not bloody middle ages,” Jock reminded him, “And who cleans the convenience, is it cess pool emptier or carriage and wagon grade?” he asked.

“That’s right,” Ted agreed, “Unless there’s just hole in floor and shit drops on track.”

“Filthy Sassenachs,” Jock said, “I’ll see Scargill and see if he canna have stop put to it.”

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The household was in disarray, a letter had arrived, ‘His worshipfullness Albert Higginbotham Mayor of Saddleworth, cordially invites the right hon Mr Clarence Hepple and Mrs Florence Hepple to the opening of Saddleworth town hall,’ and continued, “Tickets one and sixpence.”

“What do you mean can’t go!” Gertie demanded.

“Cinders is eldest, you can’t go if she don’t.” the father insisted.

“But you said if she want’s to fuck around she has to be servant!” Annie exclaimed.

“Has Cinders been fucked proper?” the father asked, as Cinders walked in, “Have you had it yet?” he demanded.

“I’ve been busy!” Cinders protested.

“Right, get a bath and find summat smart,” the father said, “You can behave like a proper brought up girl for a change.”

“But father!” she protested.

“No more rags for you,” he said, “Mother, find that frilly white thing she wore at Ada Ormskirk’s wedding.”

“That was bridesmaids dress,” the mother reminded him, “You better wear that nice blue dress.”

“I can’t give blow jobs in a posh dress!” Cinders gasped.

“Exactly,” her father explained, “Exactly, I give you every chance to get yourself up duff and all you give is blow jobs like a any respectable well brought up girl, if you want to be a slut you got to work at it.”

“I shan’t!” Cinders protested.

“Yes you damned well shall!” he said, “Or you’ll feel the leather of my belt on your ass,” he said as unwisely he undid his trouser belt and the mountain of belly flesh it supported suddenly cascaded downwards taking his trousers and underpants and leaving him standing in with his hairy legs and rapidly swelling hairy little cock in full view.

“Clarence!” the twins mother exclaimed, “You can’t expect illegal bahis siteleri Cinders to give you a blow job!”

“How else will I get me trousers up, unless thee does it!” he asked.

“Oh very well,” the mother insisted, “I shan’t swallow.”

“Less I fucks you up the ass?” Clarence suggested.

“Or somewhere soft and warm?” she simpered.

“We ent having no more kids,” Clarence insisted

“Leave us,” the mother insisted and before poor Clarence could protest the mother had her skirts around her waist revealing stockings and suspenders and a mass of black curls hiding her little used cunt, and to Clarence’s distress she pinned him against the wall and ignoring his protests stood on tip toe and impaled herself on his tool.

“Crikey I thought people fucked like Rabbits,” Anna confessed.

“Get out!” the mother cried.

“Bloody hell!” gasped Cinders, “Sod that for a way to make a living!”

“Them’s doing it wrong, her should be on her back,” Gertie opined.

“Get, Out!” The father shouted, and they dutifully filed away.

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“How many more time I don’t want to go to the Ball,” Cinders insisted.

“It’s only for a bit, you can go home at midnight!” her father explained as he stood before her.

“No!” Cinders said again.

“Look, I know you want to give the Prince a blow job,” he explained.

“Who told you!” she demanded.

“Cook,” he explained, “If you must know, so here is what I propose, first you go to the station as planned, hide in the loft and give prince a blow job then of his doesn’t marry you on the spot you come to the ball all tarted up like some fairy tale whore, do we have a deal?”

“I’ll dress like a princess, actually if I marry prince I suppose I’ll have to dress like a princess all the time?” Cinders exclaimed.

“Your mother has more chance of winning the two twenty at Lingfield than you have of marrying the prince,” her father said sadly.

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The Big day came, crowds lined the streets, mill owners declared a holiday from a quarter to four until half past so workers could se prince close up, and at London punctually only ten minutes late the prince kissed his official mistress goodbye and headed for Kings Cross station where Mr Sterling’s magnificent if lop sided single cylinder engine No 2 waited with royal train, two first class coaches for servants, the royal saloon, a horse box and carriage truck for the royal carriage and three third class coaches for servant’s servants and spare whores in case any of princes’ whores went down with clap.

It all went very well, No 2 whisked them along at thirty eight miles an hour and more and there wasn’t any fuss at all to begin with, The Great North railway Royal saloon was slap bang up to date with water closets (flushing bogs,) by Thomas Crapper in gleaming porelein and polished brass and the Sterling Single class engine thrashed along noisily with the eight coaches behind until they handed over to Leeds and Rotherham railway at Slaithewaite junction near Grimethorpe.

There were a terrible to do at Slaithewaite Junction, Elias Scargill the union rep demands to know what happens to shit from bog in royal saloon and when he finds it drops on to track he demands that the royal saloon with the bog is uncoupled and left behind, “Why in gods name?” asked the Prince when he was told there was a delay and he stepped into platform forthwith, “You there!” he demanded of Scargill, “What is the meaning of this!”.

“We don’t want your shit on our tracks your grace,” Scargill admitted.

“Are you an agitator?” the Prince asked, “A republican?” he enquired.

“Might be, is that like a Publican what runs a pub?” Scargill asked.

“God give me strength!” the Prince insisted, “Leave the saloon I’ll travel first class with the common people!” he said, “And look after the girls till I get back!”

Elias promised he would do just that, not realising there were six prostitutes and a rent boy dressed like a girl in Prince’s private carriage all high from sniffing Tetleys number four herbal tea mix with added heroin and drunk on Newcastle Green Ale.

There was a kerfuffle as the Sterling engine was uncouled and “Rother” the Leeds and Rotherham’s newest and biggest engine, which directors insisted that was used despite the pleas from anyone with any sense that it was a goods engine and completely unsuitable, but it was coupled on, and to the intense annoyance of the passengers waiting for the Saddleworth local ‘Rother’ pulled and pushed the carriages around to leave the Prince’s saloon in the cattle dock, and then no more than an hour late they set off up branch to Saddleworth.

‘Rother’ was a slow goods engine even by Yorkshire standards and that was slow and it’s wheels weren’t balanced so the whole train shook violently as soon as it got over twenty miles and hour, “What is this?” the Prince complained, as the gut churning vibrations coursed through the carriage, “A republican canlı bahis siteleri torture chamber?”

Harry Biggins driving ‘Rother’ did his best but with everything on the footplate vibrating so bad that it was just a blur he couldn’t even go as fast as the regular train engine let alone make up any part of the lost hour.

“Oh my innards!” the prince cried, but decorum prevented him joining his servants who were hanging from the windows vomiting freely.

The waiting crowd had mainly gone home as Harry drove into Saddleworth with whistle screaming and choking black smoke swirling from the chimney, finally Harry stopped ‘Rother right by the red carpet which was a shame because he was supposed to stop the Prince’s carriage door right by it.

“Three cheers for the,” the Stationmaster announced loudly as the Prince bolted past him.

“The conveniences, where are the conveniences!” the prince cried.

“Through,” the stationmaster cried as he shot out of sight following the signs.

“Thank god,” the prince cried as he filled the bowl with secondhand vindaloo.

“Jesus,” Cinders cried as she started to climb down from the loft only to see the princes back when she expected to see him sitting on bog.

“What?” demanded the prince as she descended,”Oh for god’s sake leave me alone!”

“But I want to give you a blow job so you’ll marry me!” Cinders cried.

“No, please!” the prince protested as he turned round to sit in the bog, and then seeing how disappointed Cinders looked he relented, “Just a quick one.”

He dropped his trousers and revealed a short fat cock still wet with stale cum and whore’s juices.

“Yuck!” Cinders protested, “I’m not sucking that!”

“You said,” the prince exclaimed.

“It’s deformed and it stinks!” she said in alarm.

“What do you expect?” he demanded, “I’ve had six whores and a ladyboy to satisfy on the train up, it’s no wonder my tool is in a bad way!”

“Oh!” Cinders gasped, “I had no idea.”

“And my wife will have a household of thirteen to satisfy, lord knows where I’ll find a rampant enough whore to do that.” he explained, “Unless you want the job?”

“Uh no thanks,” said Cinders.

“You would make a lovely Duchess,” he said, “so will you marry me?”

“Would I have to let them fuck me?” Cinders said, “Or would blow jobs be enough.”

“Fucked, I’m afraid,” he explained, “Up the backside, it’s considered to be one of the perks of the job for the royal household, we have to do it or we would have to pay decent wages.”

“I think I’ll pass then,” Cinders said, “If its all the same with you.”

“It’s fine, I’m used to it,” he admitted, “They’re all fired up to marry me and then when I reveal the tadger they back off, I thought it was because it is so big.”

“It’s quite short really,” Cinders said, “But fat but it stinks thats the real problem, not like Ted Hepplethwaite’s his is long and thin and tastes lovely.”

“Right,” said the prince as boredom set in.

“He always washes first and sprinkles lavender water on his cock so it smells nice,” she said.

“Slow down,” the prince urged, “I’ll write that down on a piece of tissue,” he said as he grabbed a piece of bog roll and a pencil, “Lavender water.”

“Yes Lavender water,” she repeated.

“Perhaps you should marry Mr Hepplethwaite,” the prince suggested, “If his cock is so tasty?”

“I suppose,” Cinders agreed.

“So if you’ll excuse me my public awaits,” the prince requested, and Cinders stepped aside and allowed him to pull his trousers up and to slip from the cubicle.

Cinders sadly watched him go, her dreams in tatters.

“Eh up lass,” Ted said brightly as he saw her standing there, “How did it go?”

“His cock stunk,” she said, “I couldn’t do nothing with it, made me sick it did.”

“You daft wazzock you should have let him ball you,” he advised, “You could have had a kid and charged him for it.”

“I suppose,” she said, “But I’m saving that for my husband.”

“Never mind,” he said, “I would miss you if you got married.”

“Would you?” she asked, “Maybe?”

“What?” he asked.

“Never mind,” she agreed, and she remembered she had promised to get tarted up like a fairy tale Princess and go to the do at the Town Hall.

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“Oh Cinders you do scrub up nice,” her father commented as she stood before him in her ball gown.

“I feel a right prat,” she said, “You can see most of me tits down the front of this thing.”

“Truly delectable my dear,” her father agreed, “I thought you liked displaying your charms?”

“Not like this I bloody don’t and how am I supposed to sit down with this great bustle thing on me ass?” Cinders asked.

“Look Christina,” her father explained, “I have given you far too much leeway and if you don’t behave I will put you over my knee and spank your bare backside, do you understand.”

“Don’t be a pillock Albert that’ll make her cum!” said her mother, “No if you don’t get offer of marriage from Prince its straight round Hepplethwaite’s in morning and let Ernie put you in family way.”

“His mam thinks I ent good enough for him,” Cinders said sadly.

“Then marry the prince,” her father said abruptly.

“Yes father,” she said.

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