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Author’s note: All characters depicted in this story are completely fictional and all are over the age of 18.

Editor’s note: story contains gay male scenarios.

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“Couple Looking for Adventurous Male Playmate,” the subject line read. “Bi-Curious Newcomers Encouraged.”

There was something about the headline or maybe the large breasted faceless woman in lingerie in the poster’s profile picture that made me take interest in this headline over the many other singles and couples looking for playmates.

Two years earlier, my ten year marriage to my wife had dissolved. We got married too young and were too dedicated to our own freedom to keep the union steady over time. Early in the relationship, we explored every straight laced sexual fantasy we could come up with. We used toys and tied each other up. We sent naughty pictures from work bathrooms or hotel elevators. Eventually, that wasn’t enough so we sought out other couples with whom to explore other boundaries.

There were always rules, though, to keep one of us from becoming “jealous”. She didn’t like for me to kiss other women and we always had to be in the same room even if we weren’t both participating. One time, after she begged for months, we had a threesome with a man in which the other man and I exchanged brief handjobs. I did it for her, having little attraction to other men in that way. We put on a good show just as she and other women had put on a good show for me or the other woman’s husband. It seemed like the women were into it, and I watched my ex-wife orgasm thanks to another woman’s hand or tongue on many occasions. It all felt like a weird dream, though, and we eventually lost interested in sharing intimate moments with other couples and then, finally, each other as we drifted apart.

Now freed of the bonds of marriage, I had spent a year just traveling and trying to reconnect with old friends or missed female connections. In that first year, I had sex with my share of partners, mostly old female friends who also found themselves divorced and in their thirties. When I shared the story about exchanging handjobs with another man with one of those friends, she mentioned she that she had the same fantasy for years. What she and her ex-husband found was that he liked to fool around with other men as long as she was present. He had never pursued a man before she came along, nor did he ever find them attractive if he was just on the street or in a bar, but something about a no holds barred approach to sex with partners took their sexual play to another level.

The idea stuck with me, for some reason. I didn’t ever think of other men in a sexual way but, I guess after you see enough porn or watch enough straight sex in person, your mind starts to wander. When I would watch gangbangs or double penetration porn scenes with multiple men, I’d find my eyes drifting to watching the men enjoying jacking off while they watched the woman at the center of the action. With some help from some anonymous internet posts, soon my attention drifted to heteroflexible porn, where men enjoyed when a woman took both their cocks in her mouth at the same time or rubbed their erections together at the moment of ejaculation.

Suddenly, I found myself intrigued by the possibility of a sexual relationship with other couples with less rules. There was no wife to get jealous or judge me, so I thought, “Fuck it. What’s it going to hurt if I just see what happens?”

When I stumbled on the post by “CocklynCple”, I instantly connected that to Brooklyn and figured they weren’t far from me and the worst they could do was say no. From my time spent sharing my ex-wife with other couples, I learned that other couples liked my muscular but not too intimidating frame and that my dick was big enough to draw some stares but not so intimidating that it made other men jealous. The profile picture was taken from a side profile and it really showed off the woman’s curves. She had big full breasts and nicely rounded ass. My ex-wife had dropped a ton of weight in college and, ever since, was skinny as a rail. I think it was why I started drifting toward curvy, but just short of voluptuous, women as we started swapping with other couples. I liked burying my face in their tits and feeling my pelvis bounce against their ass.

“Saw your post and thought I’d reach out to you. I’m an athletically built guy in his early-ish thirties. Divorced. Swapped partners a few times when I was married but never hooked up with a couple on my own. Just looking to connect with adventurous couples and thought your profile picture looked stunning.”

Before I attached a photo to my message, I made sure to do a few push ups and crunches. I posed for a selfie in my mirror so I could catch what I thought was a fair representation of my body from my neck down to the top of my pubic area. I fired off the message with the headless and cockless photo and waited.

I spent the next day at work kind of a worried mess. “What if I’ve messaged one of my canlı bahis şirketleri coworkers?” I worried. “How awkward would that be?”

I at least made sure to register the account I sent the message from under an alternative email address I created for just such an occasion. That meant I also had to wait until I got home to check that email account. I didn’t want an IT guy snooping on me to discover what I was up to, even if I knew my company would consider that information confidential – confidential to the IT team and HR, at least.

“Hiya, handsome!” The subject line of the couple’s response read. My heart was pounding as I slammed my mouse button to open the message.

“Honestly we were looking for a total newbie, but we I liked your picture so much that my hubs agreed to go for it. When you say ‘swapped partners a few times…’ did that mean you hooked up with guys, too, or just the other women?”

And there it was. The moment of truth was upon me. How could I hook this couple without offending them or misleading them? I didn’t want to really “hook up” with a guy. I just thought it might be hot if the woman in the threesome was totally uninhibited and that, in turn, could lead to some sexual boundaries being pushed. I had no real idea how far I’d go, so I decided to undersell with the potential to overdeliver for them.

“Awesome to hear back from you. Sorry if this reply comes too quickly or too late – I don’t know the usual protocol. I never hooked up with other guys, but I’m game to see what happens. Hopefully we would all just click and we could have a great time together?”

I took a deep breath and fired off the new message. To my surprise, the response came back within the hour.

“Hey sexy – Yeah, we just want to have a great time. No set expectation but we look forward to bringing you back to the dark side. Lol. Here’s a little more of me to tantalize your further. Can you text us to let us know your serious about meeting up and we’ll set something up?

-Alice and Tom”

I noticed the website’s messaging system had an attachment. I opened it it to find I was looking down into the eyes of a very attractive brunette woman who looked just a few years older than me. She had a nice round face and thick wavy shoulder length brown hair that matched her eyes. She was on her knees looking up into the camera, with her hand around a thick partially erect penis and her breasts were bared. I looked down at her melon shaped cleavage that fell low on her chest. Her oval-shaped areola ran vertically on the tips of her breasts with small dark brown nipples at the center. My cock jumped a little as I looked at the photo with this perspective that made it look like she was holding my cock, or at least a stunt cock, and had trouble preventing myself from jerking off before I could get to my phone.

“Here’s my number. Thanks for the lovely pic. Here’s my beautiful smiling face so at least we’re almost even. When do you want to get together?

-Bobby”

My fingers flew across my phone screen and then I took several selfies of just my face until I found one I was happy with. I’m certainly not George Clooney but a few lines on my face have actually helped frame up my face a little better as I’ve aged and I’ve always been told I have a nice smile. Braces as a kid really worked for me and I learned how to show off how perfect they turned out without being too toothy.

“Awesome. Sounds like we’re neighbors in Bklyn but we don’t like running into ‘real’ friends on play nights so can you meet us at the hotel below in Queens? Tomorrow at 9 ok? We’ll bring booze.”

“Queens? The fuck?” I thought. I understood, though. I wouldn’t have wanted some of my college friends prying into my adventures with my ex-wife, for fear of too many questions or because I just thought they were hideous monsters and didn’t want them pushing in on our sexcapades.

“Sounds great. See you two there. Remember to txt me the room # when you check in?”

“Yep.”

Short and sweet, just as I hoped. The second the meetup was agreed to I felt myself getting hard again. The image of Alice’s tits wouldn’t leave my mind. I wanted to stick my cock between them and rub until I nutted all over her cleavage. I pulled my shorts down and rapidly pumped until I came in my palm. Normally I could last quite a while by edging and changing speeds, but I felt like I needed the relief. Maybe I wouldn’t nut immediately upon entering the room if I got a little of the fantasy out of the way now, I thought.

The following night, after work, I showered and spent some time cleaning up my manscaping so my shaft and balls were nice and clean but maintained a short layer of hair in other areas so I didn’t look like a child. I liked the feeling of the cool air in the bathroom on my cleanly shaved genitals as I walked out and gave myself just a couple strokes to enjoy myself before I moved on. Outfit after outfit went on my body and then off before I realized I needed to get the hell to the subway canlı kaçak iddaa before I ended up late for our first “date”. In the end, I kept it simple with a black t-shirt, jeans and a pair of Timberlands that made me look a little taller and tougher than I actually am. I threw a few condoms, a tube of lube, and a bottle of mid-shelf whiskey into a small duffle bag and darted for the door.

Twenty minutes into my trip, I got a friendly message with a hotel room number. In another twenty minutes, I was standing outside the room, hand trembling a little as I paused mid-knock. I didn’t know what I was scared of: I had seen couples fuck in front of me before and had let people watch while I fucked my ex-wife but, somehow, this felt different. It sounded like some upbeat top 40 song was playing behind the door. I heard a woman laugh and then swallowed hard and rapped on the door a couple times.

When the door swung open the brunette from the anonymous messages I was standing in front of me. She was wearing a white tank top that did little to hold back her filled out mammories or hide her dark pointy nipples. Her right arm stretched up the inside of the door and her left hand held a tumbler with brown liquor.

“Here he is!” Alice announced in a chesty friendly voice.

“Nice to meet you, too?” I shyly replied.

“Get on in here!” she said, hugging her free arm around my waist and ushering me into the hotel room.

They had picked out a mid-range hotel, nothing too swanky but certainly better than an hourly rate motel. The room comfortably fit a king sized bed, a chest of drawers with a tv on top, and a couple small armchairs next to a little round table on the far wall.

I spotted a tall middle aged man, probably in his mid-forties, with dark brown, almost black, hair and a slightly broader frame than my own standing near the little table. His hair parted naturally to the side and he had a sharp jawline that met a square jaw at the bottom. His long sleeved collared shirt hung on the chair with a nice pair of loafers under it and he was dressed in a tight white undershirt and a pair of black dress slacks.

“You must be Tom,” I said and extended a hand.

“Great to meet you, Bobby. Thanks for meeting up with us.” He spoke in a distinctly upper class New York gravely tone as we shook. “Got anything special in there?”

“Just the usual I said,” feeling a little embarrassed about dragging my give-away duffle bag into the room.”

“I’ll just tuck it under here, then,” Tom replied as took my bag and placed it under the small table. “Let me know if there’s anything in here you find we don’t have. Need a drink?”

I looked at the very expensive bottle of small batch whiskey on the table and decided not to mention the mid-range bottle in my bag. “Sounds great.”

As we sipped on the whisky they poured Alice danced around the floor in time with the music. She was wearing a short pair of khaki shorts that hugged her thick bottom tightly. Her breasts jiggled and swayed as she moved and Tom and I both took time to appreciate her curves as they passed between us. I sat on the edge of the bed while Tom found a home in one of the chairs. We made small talk about the music or movies we’d recently seen. I was glad they gave me a minute to decompress from the commute and drink a little liquid courage.

“OK, no more talk. Night’s wasting,” Alice playfully nagged.

As the music shifted to a sultry R&B track, Alice sashayed over to Tom, placed her hands on his shoulders and then leaned down to plant a slow passionate kiss on his lips. She gyrated her hips in front of him. It was pretty hot to watch her ass sway back and forth at my eye level from just a couple feet away. She turned around and used the arms of the chair to lower her ass into Tom’s crotch, locking eye contact with me while she shifted her butt in his lap.

“You like what you see, Bobby?” She asked.

“Definitely,” I cooly replied.

“Come over here,” she said.

I stood and crossed the short gap between the bed and the chair. It took a little effort but I managed to kick off my ankle high boots without embarrassing myself. I stood straight up in front of the chair, letting Alice appreciate my full size standing over her and then set my glass down on the table. She was looking up at me and Tom was watching her take measure of my body.

Alice ran a hand up my crotch and to the bottom of my t-shirt which she pulled upward with the stroke of her hand. She kissed the skin just below my belly button with an open mouth, taking time to suck on it for a moment. I could feel a shift in my pants just from watching this sultry woman work.

“Come up here, Tom,” Alice said as she rose from the chair and took his hand.

I backed up toward the bed to make room for the couple on the floor. She turned to face Tom, wrapping her arm around his neck and standing on her tiptoes to reach her mouth to his. I felt a hand groping at my waist and Alice found my hand and pulled me toward her back. canlı kaçak bahis

It was now or never, I thought, and I slipped one hand into her back pocket and used my palm to cup her ass cheek while her hips continued to sway. That didn’t meat Alice’s expectations, as it turned out, and she pulled my hand from her pocket and then guided it into the top of her waistline.

I caught the hint and extended my hand down the back of her shorts, kneading and caressing the meaty flesh inside. She was either wearing a thong or no underwear at all, as I was caressing bare skin. My cock was rising just a little more and I pressed my crotch into the middle of her thick cheeks so she could feel my excitement. With my left hand, I reached around and underneath her tank top. She sighed as my hand cupped the underside of her heavy breast and I found Tom already had a hand on top. I pulled away for a moment after I made contact with Tom’s hand but he pulled it back toward his wife’s breast.

“There’s plenty to go around,” he whispered without breaking his exploration of Alice’s breasts.

After a few minutes of Alice and Tom making out while we fondled her breasts, Alice dropped her hands to her waist and I watched her arms shuffle as she unbuttoned her shorts. With a flip of her hands, her shorts dropped to the carpet and I had a direct view of her bubble butt below me. My question was answered as she wore black thong panties with just a single thread cutting between her thick cheeks.

Next came the sound of a belt jangling, then a zipper opened and Tom’s slacks joined Alice’s shorts on the floor. I watched over her tan freckled shoulder as Alice slipped a hand inside the fly on Tom’s tight black briefs and then the hand emerged holding his stiff pink cock. It was circumcised like mine and looked like it matched my impressive length with just a little more girth.

With one hand, Alice stroked Tom’s cock and, with the other, she reached back and fumbled for my belt buckle. I reached down to give her a hand but she pushed my hand away and then found her mark. She opened the buckle, slipped the belt out of the way and then found my zipper and pulled it to its base. With my fly wide open, her hand slipped over my waistband and down to my thickening shaft.

“Oh, that feels great,” I whispered.

Alice turned her body to the side, so we could watch while she stroked Tom’s shaft in her left hand and my growing member in her right.

“Two big cocks, just for me,” Alice bragged.

The busty woman lowered to her knees and pulled Tom and I closer together. Her mouth encircled the tip of Tom’s’ penis head, and then she bobbed on his shaft a few times before sliding her lips across the bottom of his flesh until her lips found my mushroom shaped head just inches away. Her hands reached up next to her face and pulled at our cocks until Tom and I straddled up to each other so his penis head sat on top of mine. Alice took the two heads with her lips and sucked at our merged flesh. After a moment of popping her lips on the tips, Alice stood up.

“Carry on,” she encouraged with a wave of her small hands.

“Do you mind?” Tom asked as his fingers reached for the penis tips in the middle of the semicircle.

“Not at all,” I whispered as I felt my heart began to race. I couldn’t’ believe how turned on I was at the sight of a strange man reaching for my cock, but I think what really turned me on was the thrill I got doing it in front of this insatiable woman with those big luscious tits.

I continued to stare down at the hand rubbing back and forth from my cock to his with the occasional glances to Alice. She was caressing her erect nipples under her tank top and then lowered a hand into the front of her panties were she rubbed herself beneath the black lacy fabric.

“Guys, this is so hot, but I don’t want you to forget I’m here,” Alice said.

“As if we ever could, Tom replied, dropping his hold on our pricks and reaching for Alice’s breast before locking his lips onto hers again.

My hand carefully reached forward and I returned the favor, slipping my fingers around the base of Tom’s meaty shaft and sliding my hand from the base of his dick all the way to the base of mine and back again. His penis was still extended between the fly on his briefs so I could only get so far before reaching the thick fabric.

“Oh, God!” Tom exclaimed as he buried his cheek into Alice’s thick chest.

“Now that is awesome,” Alice said with a smile while she watched me sharing a jerk with her husband. His erection was a little softer than mine when I started but stiffened up quickly with help from my grip.

“Don’t waste him, yet,” Alice said after clutching Tom to her breasts and watching my hand for a couple minutes.

Alice took Tom by the hand and led him to the bed. She bent over and pulled her thong to her ankles before climbing up on the bed. Tom circled around to the side of the bed, dropped his briefs to the floor, revealing a bare set of plum sized balls, and then offered his cock to the side of her face. I dropped my pants and boxers and stood there, stroking my cock while I watched Alice’s fleshy yet toned butt cheeks jiggle while she began pumping her mouth on Tom’s hard shaft.

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Chapter 6: Birthday Surprise

We got up early Saturday because we had a 12:00 flight. We got to the airport and while standing in line to get our tickets I asked Ursula, “Would you mind if Sharon and I borrow Jason for this trip.”

She looked at me questioningly and said, ‘I guess not why?”

I told her about Sharon and I starting our own mile high club and now we wanted to officially join the club. She said it was fine with her if it was ok with Jason.

The seats were three across and we had the whole row, three on this side of the isle and the three on the other side. Sharon and I had Jason sit between us and Ursula sat between Sandy and Tina. Before they even closed the door I asked for a blanket. Once we were able to unfasten our safety belts I put the blanket over Jason and me. We pulled up the armrest between the seats. I pulled my skirt up and let Jason know I was ready by pushing his hand in my wet pussy. His shorts were soon down and his cock was nudging my pussy lips from behind. I pushed back and opened as much as I could and felt his cock slip into me. He made very slow movement as not to draw attention. It took a little longer with the slow movement but soon he and I both started cuming. He shot deep in me then pulled out. We straighten up and they started serving drinks. As we sat there with our drinks Sharon had her hand under the blanket stroking his cock to get it ready for her.

We were still about an hour out and I looked over and the girls had there own blanket and there was a lot of movement under their blanket. When Jason was ready Sharon turned and pushed her ass as far into his seat as she could. He turned and cuddled behind her. Having already done this I could tell the movement under the blanket. Just watching and knowing what was going on made me hot all over again. I put my hand under the blanket and Jason lifted his leg and I was able to slide my hand between his legs. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of Sharon and I had another orgasm right there.

We were getting ready to land so we all straighten ourselves out. Sharon was the first to leave the plane and Tom gave her a big hug and kissed her deeply. As each of us came out he would hug and kiss us. When Ursula came through the door and saw Tom she ran down the ramp and jumped in the air. Tom caught her and swung her around kissing her deeply.

As he lowered her down to the floor she asked, “Are we finally going to get together?”

Tom, still holding her close said, “If the van wasn’t so full we would be doing it on the way home.”

Sharon kissed Tom and said, “Let me drive and we’ll see what we can do. It’s only right since I just fucked her husband on the plane.”

We put the bags in the back and the van was an older one so it had a bench seat in the front. Sharon got in the driver’s side and Ursula sat in the middle with Tom on the out side. Once we were out of the airport Sharon pulled Ursula’s skirt up to her waist. Ursula slid up to the edge of the seat and opened her legs for her. Sharon was playing with Ursula’s naked pussy while Tom watched. He reached over and took over from his wife and was fingering Ursula.

Sharon said, “Why don’t you take his cock out and ride him all the way home.” No sooner had the words left her mouth and Tom’s pants were on the floor. Ursula raised up and put Tom’s cock in her pussy. She was turned so they could kiss and they were making out like teenagers. They let the movement of the van set the pace for their fucking as they continued kissing and stroking each other.

The van kept Tom’s cock bouncing up and down in Ursula’s pussy but not enough to get either one of them off. When Sharon pull in by the garage and turned off the van Ursula got up turned around and impaled herself with Tom’s cock. Now she was riding him like a cowgirl. We all went up to the bar to see our husbands. We were surprised to find all three of them stark naked. John was behind the bar, as always. Dave and Dale were sitting on the stools with a stool between them. We ran over and kissed our husbands and they stroked and played with every part of our bodies, as we did the same to them. For once it was the girls that were dressed playing with their husband’s naked exposed cocks.

Dave asked, “Where is Tom?”

We all laughed and I said, “He is taking care of some long over due business in the van.”

Shortly Tom and Ursula came in followed by Jason and Sharon. Tom brought Ursula over and sat her between Dave and Dale.

He said, “Guys, this is Ursula.”

I was standing next to Dave and said, “This is my husband Dave.” Ursula reached to shake his hand but I pushed it down to his cock and had her stroke him.

Sandy saw what I saw doing and took Ursula’s other hand and brought it to Dale’s cock and said, “This is my husband Dale.”

Ursula was sitting there with a cock in each hand and looked back at Tina who waved John’s cock at her and said, “This is John.”

I illegal bahis sat down next to Dave and Sandy sat next to Dale. Tom came and sat next to me and Tina sat next to him. Sharon and Jason sat on the other side of Sharon. John fixed us all a drink and Ursula finally let go of the two cocks she had been holding. Before they sat down Tom got naked and told Jason to do the same. This is the first time that all the guys were naked and we were dressed, it is always the other way around.

Tom leaned in close to me and said, “I loved the pictures you sent, especially the ones with you and the waiter.” I couldn’t believe it but I actually blushed.

We sat around talking, the guys had a million questions about our trip. We were stroking the guys. I was stroking Tom and I saw in the mirror behind the bar that Ursula was again stroking Dave. Dave had started to undress Ursula and she made no attempt to stop him. Her top was open and he was just sliding it off. Sharon was already topless and Jason was sucking on her tits. Tom was stroking my thigh and working his way up to my pussy as we talked. He was soon lifting my top off. Within an hour from sitting down everyone was naked, but we were still just sitting around talking, and some stroking and petting.

Tom kissed me then kissed my tits and said he would be back. He went around behind the bar and made an announcement, “We have food in the fridge and if we need anything we’ll order it in. The object of this weekend is to stay naked and enjoy each other. The hot tub is ready.” He turns on the lights out side. “The game room is open.” He turns on the lights in the game room. “And of course the orgy bed will always be open.” He turned on the lights to the dance floor and he had taken 6 of those air-beds, the ones with the legs, and tied them all together, 3 across and 2 deep making one large bed.

He came around and took Sharon and Ursula by the hand and had them stand beside him. Tom said, “We have two objectives this weekend. One is to wish Sharon a happy birthday and feel free to show her your birthday greeting either as an individual or as a couple. Second is to welcome Ursula into our group. Since her husband has already had all our wives it is our turn with her. I’m sure you will all make her feel welcome either as an individual or as a couple or both, it’s a long weekend. I’m going to start things off by giving my wife her first annual royal birthday fuck with the help of our new friend.” He led Sharon and Ursula out to the orgy bed and climbed up in the middle.

We all followed and sat around the edge of the massive bed. Ursula lay on her back and Sharon was on her hands and knees. Sharon started going down on Ursula and Tom brought his cock to her pussy. We all cheered as he entered her and kept cheering him on as he pounded into her. Just as they were finishing up everyone was feeling the need and since none of us had been with our husbands for a week we all started fucking our husbands all around the couple in the middle. Jason being the only one left out and since he was sitting close to me I pulled him over with Dave and I and took his cock in my mouth. Watching everyone fucking and his wife being eaten right in front of everyone was more than Jason could take and he shot in my mouth long before Dave came in my pussy.

Now that we had all been given the much needed fuck people started drifting off in different combinations. I knew that Dave wanted to get back with Ursula so I took her by the hand and along with Jason we all headed for the hot tub. As we walked I looked and sure enough Ursula had Dave’s cock in her hand. It seems that she wanted to get back with Dave as much as he wanted to be with her. From the hot tub I could see the game room and Sandy and Tina with Dale and John were playing pool. They were playing with each other as much as they were playing pool. I couldn’t see Sharon and Tom but found out later that he was watching Sharon’s Friday night party with the three guys. He set the VCR to continuos play so everything we shot during the week kept playing over and over, Larry and I on the beach, Sharon with her three guys, everything.

Tom and Sharon joined us in the hot tub and Ursula moved closer to Dave to make room. The whole time we had been there talking she never let go of Dave’s cock. It was as if she was obsessed with it. I told Dave he should take Ursula to the orgy bed that I bet she would like that cock somewhere besides her hand. She let go long enough for them to get out and dry off but as they walked toward the bed her hand went right back to it. I could see both the game room and the orgy bed. Once Dave and Ursula were on the bed she had his cock in her mouth and did not let go till she had drained every ounce from him. The one thing that will always make Dave hard is eating pussy. It doesn’t mater who’s pussy he just loves eating pussy. He went down on Ursula and I could see her gripping the bed and sure enough it wasn’t long before he was climbing up illegal bahis siteleri her body to slip his cock into her pussy.

I watch as Dave fucked Ursula and I could tell when he was cuming in her and was ready to cum myself. I suddenly realized why, the whole time I had been watching them I was stroking Jason’s cock and he was finger fucking me. His cock looked ready to explode and I felt obligated to do something about it. I got out of the hot tub pulling Jason with me. I told Sharon that we were going to make use of the orgy bed. When we climbed up on the bed Ursula was on her back and Dave was stroking her body. Now they watched as we did just as they had done. I took Jason in my mouth and as I was sucking him I glanced at the TV and there I was bigger than life with Larry’s cock in my mouth. It seemed strange to watch myself sucking one man’s cock while I was doing the same to another man. Jason was cuming in my mouth within seconds. Next he went down on me and my head was next to Dave’s cock. He and Ursula just watched as her husband ate me to several orgasms. When Jason stopped eating me I rolled over and got on my hands and knees for him to enter me from behind. Ursula guided his cock into me and I took Dave in my mouth. Dave came first then watched as Jason pounded into me and finally shot his load in my pussy.

We all lay there stroking each other and no one even seemed to notice us. We were all watching the big screen. I couldn’t believe my head was three times normal size and I had this massive cock shoved in my mouth. About that time Tom and Sharon came in and Tom said he had a gift for all the women. We all gather at the bar and he had us sit with Sharon first then me and Ursula then Tina and last Sandy. He handed us each a small box and when we opened them there was a necklace with our initial on it. The necklace was a heavy chain and the letter was larger than I would have chosen and it had a full carrot diamond where the letter joined the chain. Even in CZ, and knowing Tom they weren’t, they would have cost well over $500.00 each. We all put them on and Tom said he wanted to get a picture of his little sluts for the bar. We all posed with our tits out proudly showing our necklaces and our legs all crossed in the same direction and our arms around each other on the bar. He took several with his regular camera then shot one with his Polaroid. He came around behind the bar and we all turned on our stools. He starting saying, “You girls are part of a special group and when you wear these I hope you will remember our little group, but the necklaces will only fit together when we are all together.” The picture had developed and he put it on the bar in front of us. There we all were smiling proudly and across our chest it spelled out SLUTS. We all laughed and said that we would wear them with pride.

I turned on my stool and said, “Ok, girls, are you ready to show these guys just how big a sluts we can be?” I jumped off the stool and headed to the orgy bed followed by the other four. We jumped on the bed and started kissing and stroking and playing. We started sucking on each other’s tits then went down on each other. We kept switching around, most of the time I didn’t know who was going down on me and I didn’t even know who I was going down on. At one point Sharon and I were on our hands and knees kissing with someone eating each of us. The guys had come over and were standing around the bed stroking their cocks. Sharon and I saw Tom standing there, we looked at each other. Two minds with but a single thought, without saying a word we both grabbed Tom and pulled him on the bed. With in seconds Tina had her pussy in his face. He had his fingers in both Sandy and Ursula’s pussys and Sharon and I were tongue fighting over his cock. We hadn’t said anything to the others but they seemed to know that time on the bed was by invitation only. We let Tom enjoy himself a while and I swung around and Sharon guided his cock into my pussy. I rode him fast and hard and he was cuming in no time. Once he shot his load we shoved him off the bed.

Next we grabbed Dave and pulled him on the bed. Again Sharon and I were tongue fighting over his cock. Ursula was on his face and he was playing with Sandy and Tina’s pussy. After he had his time with all of us I let Sharon take over sucking his cock. He didn’t last as long as Tom did and once Sharon sucked him dry off the bed he went.

Ursula grabbed Jason next and I was right there with my pussy in his face. Tina and Ursula were the ones getting fingered and Sandy and Sharon were the ones tongue fighting over his cock. Sandy finished him off with her pussy and he was gone.

Dale was the next one grabbed. Sandy brought her freshly fucked pussy to his mouth. Ursula and I were being played with while Sharon and Tina fought over his cock. Tina finished Dale with her mouth and pushed him off the bed.

That left only John. John we did a little differently. I went down on his cock while Tina sat on canlı bahis siteleri his face then we got up and Sharon took over sucking his cock and Sandy sat on his face. One more round this time Ursula sat on his cock and fucked him while all four of us stood over him playing with our pussys. He was grabbing and reaching for us and just before he came I sat back on his face Tina sat on one hand and his fingers went right in her. Sandy sat on his other hand and just as he got his fingers into her he lost his load and he was gone.

We brought all the guys back up on the bed and just settled back to watch the video. We had all seen bits of it but it was starting over and we all wanted to see the whole thing. No one was laying with anyone in particular it was just a mass of bodies on the bed.

After the video Tom was stroking Ursula’s tits and asked, “I see from the video that you have been in some threesomes with two girls but have you had two guys yet?”

She looked up and said, “No not yet.”

Tom said, “House rules are that your first three-way with two guys always includes your husband. That way he can share it with you. So look around and pick who you want to join you. You get to pick who you want where.”

I know Tom expected it to be him with all the flirting over the years but I knew who she would pick. I was proud that this Swedish Goddess had chosen my Dave to bond with. Other than the time in the hot tub they haven’t had much time to get to know each other but they seemed to just click. I wasn’t at all surprised when after looking over all the guys she said, “I want Dave fucking me while I take Jason in my mouth.”

Tom looked a little disappointed and Ursula turned to me and asked in that slight accent she has, “You don’t mind do you?”

I leaned down and kissed her lips and said, “I’ll guide his cock into you.”

Ursula got on her hands and knees in the center of the bed and Jason took his place in front of her. She started sucking her husband and true to my word I guided my husbands cock to her waiting pussy. I kissed her ass as I brought the head of Dave’s cock to her pussy and stroked her ass as my husband slid into her. I sat right next to her and watched as Dave fucked her. Jason was over excited and came soon but Ursula held his softening cock in her mouth. When Dave finally shot his load deep in her pussy Jason was ready again and shot a second load in her mouth.

By now it was almost 2 a.m. and we decided to get some sleep. We just threw blankets over us and all settled in to sleep. I don’t even know who I was snuggled up with but just before I went to sleep there was some ones cock entering me from behind. I think it was Jason but I can’t be sure. That’s the way I love to go to sleep, fresh fucked with a cock still in me.

Sunday morning I wiggled out of bed trying not to wake any one. When I got out I looked back and it was Jason that fucked me last night. At least I know though it was kind of exciting not knowing for sure. I went up to the kitchen and Sharon had just finished making coffee. She asked if she should make another pot and I said we could when they stated waking up.

I told her, “I’m glad I got you alone. I was hopping for some time with just you. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

She smiled and said, “Boy you start early don’t you but you don’t have to ask me twice.”

We got to the bedroom and I pulled out a box and handed it to Sharon and said, “I promised you this for your birthday.”

She opened it and there were two double headed dildos. One was long and flexible, you could bend it in half. The other one was shorter and you would have to use it straight on. That’s the one she picked out and said, “let’s try it out.” We both got on the bed my legs were over hers and we had our knees up and brought our pussys together. Sharon reached down and put the dildo in my pussy first then in hers. We started pushing back and forth fucking each other. We both reached down and started playing with our clits. It was fantastic. Sharon started getting forceful and I just lay there and let her fuck me. We were both getting close and then just like a man she gave a few hard shoves with a brief pause between each then collapsed and her legs fell to the bed. She sat up and the dildo slipped out of her.

She came up next to me and stroking my tits and kissing me asked, “Was it as good for you as it was for me.”

I just smiled and kissed her back and said, “It was great, you can fuck me anytime.” The dildo was still in me and she reached down and started fucking me with it. I played with my clit and Sharon kissed me deeply and I came yet again.

We heard noises and put our new toy away. She took the longer one and said she would share this with the other girls they’re going to love it. She put the one we used away and said, “That one is just for us.” We got to the kitchen and Sharon had this dildo in her hand.

Tom and Sandy were just pouring some coffee and when Tom saw the double headed dildo he asked, “Where did you get that?”

Sharon smiled and said, “It’s a birthday present from Lynn.”

Sandy came over and stroked it and said, ‘It feels real, have you used it yet?”

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She got out of the shower and he dried her down, rubbing her back, then her legs, and gently caressing her breasts with the fluffy towelling. He led her to the bedroom where, now dry, he helped her into her silk panties and bra set. Then he placed her garter around her and as she lifted each leg slowly rolled up her stockings and attached them to the garter, kissing her leg as he did so. Then taking her hand so she could stand he held the silk dress for her to step into, and helped ease it up her slim but shapely body. She turned round and he zipped her up. He sat her on the bed again and helped her into her 6 inch heels. Then, standing behind her he put the gold necklace he had bought her on, and tied the clasp. He turned her round and admired her. She looked gorgeous. He felt himself get hard.

He left her to do her makeup and hair as he went down to set the table and finish off preparing the dinner. Half an hour later she came down the stairs the swish of her dress sounding incredibly sensual, and she looked stunning and glamorous. He handed her a white wine and took her to her seat at the table he had prepared. He lit the candles.

There was a ring at the door. Napkin on arm and in his black jacket and black tie he opened the door. Her date had arrived. He bowed as the date came in, and led him to his wife. The date took her hand and pulling her forward slightly kissed her on the cheek. The husband held a chair for the date at the table and the date sat down. The husband poured the date a glass of white wine, and returned to the kitchen to serve up. Meanwhile his wife and the date started chatting. He could hear laughter and giggling from the other room.

He brought in the first meal and served first his wife and then the date, then stood to the side silently, ready to top up wine when needed. His wife and the date acted as if oblivious to him. güvenilir bahis They chatted and giggled. He noticed his wife lift her leg to rub her high heeled shoe up the inside of the date’s calf, the hem of the silk dress rising and gliding up her stockinged leg as she did so.

The first course finished the husband brought in the steak main course. The date cut up his steak and offered to feed the butler-for-the-evening’s wife. With a laugh like tinkling glass she took a bite, some of the juice dripping slightly down her lipstick covered lips. She cleared it away with a serviette and they proceeded to feed each other. The husband stood to the side, serviette on arm, cock hard, pushing against his suit trousers.

With the main course finished the husband brought in the dessert. The dessert was crepes and ice cream, he served them both at their seats, but his wife picked hers up and walked to her date, she placed the plate on the table, knelt down, and unzipped her date’s trousers, she pulled out his 9 inch cock, and with a wicked smile spooned ice cream onto it. She held his cock in her hands and then proceeded to lick the ice cream off of his rock hard member. Her blood red lips slowly lowered down over his cock and she worked it going as deep as she could. She kept taking spoons of ice cream, dropping it on his cock and sucking his cock. The date then took held her under her chin, and holding her hand stood her up, his cock engorged and facing forward. He leant behind her and pushed the crockery and cutlery out of the way and sat her on the dinner table, he pushed back her dress, the hem slipping down her legs as she held them in the air, he got to his knees, pulled her knickers off and took some ice cream spread on her pussy and took his turn to lick. She put her head back, her hair tossing, and closed her eyes, holding the date’s head to her crotch. Letting türkçe bahis out a moan.

Then she turned to her husband held out a near empty glass and asked him to fill it, she looked at her husband as he filled the glass, but her eyes kept rolling back in pleasure. Then the date stood up, his cock still hard, and held his cock to her pussy. He rubbed it against her pussy slightly, covering his cock with pussy juice, and then he slipped the head in. She let out a little gasp. He slowly worked the cock in another couple of inches, as she gripped the sides of the table, her dress having fallen back against her waist, her stockinged legs and heeled feet gripping her lover close to her, pulling him in deeper. She was starting to pant now, and he was grunting. With a few more thrusts he pushed all 9 inches in and she let out a cry of pleasure, and grabbed her lover around his back as he started pounding her, withdrawing more than half way then ramming his cock deep back all the way in, she started to let out a long moan. The harder he fucked the more the table rattled.

The husband stood there to attention, with the napkin still on his arm. His wife and her lover fucked harder and harder and then with a groan and shudder from his wife and one last thrust from her lover he came deep inside her. They kissed for a while, and then without ceremony her lover withdrew his cock, put it away in his pants, zipped up his trousers, fastened his belt and turned to the front door. The husband helped him with his coat and held the door open for him as he left. The husband closed the door and returned to the dinner table. His wife was still lying there, with her legs apart, a smile on her face, her head tilted back. She ordered him to come to her and told him to get to his knees. He knelt there facing her pussy, a gleaming pearl of come dripping down. His wife gripped his head and güvenilir bahis siteleri pulled him in towards her. He ran his tongue along her pussy lips licking off the surface cum, and then sent his tongue deep inside her, feeling the mixture of her pussy juice and the lover’s cum drip into his mouth. He stayed there tonguing her for a while, as she groaned. Her pussy was loose and quite juicy.

She then yanked at him to stand up. He undid his own trousers, and his cock poked out 6 inches but hard. He positioned his cock at her pussy opening, and then slipped it in. She was so loose that it when in easily, he could feel the sloppy seconds as he started to fuck, for her it was the second time that evening. He couldn’t fuck with the vigour of her lover, so he was gentle and loving and she stroked his face as he fucked her. He ran his hands over her breasts under her dress. As she lay on the table that he had served her and her lover, and on which she had been fucked hard just minutes earlier. She held the back of his head as he fucked her asking him whether he had enjoyed seeing her get fucked. Telling him how much bigger her lover’s cock had been how hard he had thrust, how much she had enjoyed it. She asked him whether he had enjoyed seeing her orgasm, and as she said that he came inside her, adding to the plentiful juices already there. They kissed as she had kissed her lover. He too withdrew his cock, put it away and zipped up his trousers. But then he held out his hand which she took, helping her to her feet.

He held her hand and led her upstairs. He gently took her clothes off and helped her into her nighty. He helped her to bed and then took his own clothes off and climbed into bed with her. Again he went down on her, spending twenty minutes giving her cunnilingus, and then he gently fucked her again.

After lying there for a while she rolled over to go to sleep. He turned the light out and held her until she was asleep. He would do the dishes in the morning, get up early, make her breakfast, get her clothes ready for the day. Then they would plan the next date.

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I hurried home and reluctantly removed Jen’s pantyhose before my wife came home. I loved the way they felt, but was scared to death of being seen in them by my wife or anyone else! I stashed them away for further enjoyment at another time.

The rest of my Saturday was uneventful; the girls must have been busy doing other things and left me alone for a while. Before I went to bed Saturday night I checked my e-mail one last time and found an e-mail for Lauren. She told me that she and Jen had a long discussion about how critical my little pecker was to their college careers and they came to the conclusion that they needed to “protect their investment.” They decided that they needed more control of my cock (as if!) so that only they could decide when, where and how often I was milked. Lauren cut and pasted a hyperlink into the e-mail that brought me to an online adult sex shop. The link specifically brought me to a male chastity device, called the CB-3000. I had heard of these things, but never actually seen one. I was somewhat intrigued by the idea of wearing one. Lauren told me to order one and have it sent express delivery so I would get it as soon as possible. Once I received it, I was to let her know right away. It came with two keys, she would control one and Jen would control the other. She finished the e-mail by saying “order the smallest size they have, we want to make sure it fits!”

I clicked on the link and ordered the chastity device. “These things aren’t cheap!” I thought as I completed the order. The express shipment option guaranteed delivery within two business days, so I should have it by Tuesday I figured. I headed off to bed for the night, dreaming of a Blue Dick Special!

I didn’t hear from Lauren or Jen all day Sunday, I was both relived and disappointed at the same time. My little pecker definitely needed a rest, but I enjoyed being milked by these two girls so much that I just needed more! Late in the day I finally got another e-mail, this time it was from Jen. She said that she and Lauren were “giving me the day off” and that I was not to jerk off today, or any day from now on, without their permission. As a not too subtle threat, she attached a picture of me with her pantyhose over my head, jerking off in Lauren’s bedroom. “You never know where the attached picture may turn up if you don’t follow the rules Milky Boy!” was her closing line in the e-mail.

I went to work Monday morning ready to start the work week. About 10:00 A.M. my secretary brought me in a package that had been hand delivered by a courier. It was addressed to me and the return address simply said “L & J Milk Company”. I read the return address and must have blushed when it dawned on me who it was from.

“What’s a milk company sending you?” my secretary asked.

I shrugged and told her I had no idea.

She just mumbled “Sort of weird” as she walked out of my office.

When she left I opened the package and my wife’s sheer black panties and a disposable camera fell onto my desk! There was a note in the package from Lauren and Jen which told me to go into the men’s room and take off my “little boy underwear” and to put on my wife’s panties. I was then instructed to take several pictures of me wearing the panties both in the men’s room and in my office, at my desk, etc.! They told to make sure the panties illegal bahis were “clearly visible” in every photo. “Oh my God,” I thought, “this is getting out of control.” The note told me to take all 12 pictures on the camera and to keep my wife’s panties on for the rest of the day – they would be in touch after school got out.

After I collected my wits, I went to the men’s room with the camera stashed in my pocket and went into one of the stalls. I changed into my wife’s panties and took a couple of shots in the stall. It’s not easy taking a picture of you at arm’s length with one of these disposable cameras! I pulled my pants back up and threw my “little boy underwear” away in the trashcan, burying them under a layer of paper towels. I returned to my office, receiving a penetrating stare from my secretary. “She knows something is going on” I thought to myself. I waited until lunchtime when my secretary went out with the other ladies from the office to get a bite to eat. After she left, I closed my office door, lowered my pants and began snapping pictures. I took several of me standing in front of my desk, sitting at my desk, sitting in the chair in front of my desk, etc. When I was done, I still had two exposures remaining. I wasn’t sure where else to take the last remaining pictures, so I stashed the camera and decided to think about it.

After lunch my day got very busy, seems like I was jumping from one meeting to another. I had momentarily forgotten about my wife’s panties and the camera. It was now 4:30 and I was in my last meeting of the day, which had been going on since 2:00. The meeting was down the hall from my office in a small conference room.

My secretary came in and handed me a telephone message, it read “Ms. Lauren from the L & J Milk Company is holding on line

, she says she really needs to talk to you now. She said something about you being overdue?” I excused myself from the meeting and followed my secretary out of the conference room.

“You can take it my desk,” she said “it’s closer.” Without thinking, I took Lauren’s phone call while standing at my secretary’s desk – what a mistake that was! Lauren was not pleased that I had been unreachable for the last several hours. She asked me if I had read her e-mail directing me to pick her and Jen up after school at 3:30.

“No, I haven’t had a chance to read that yet” I responded, “I’ve been busy all afternoon.”

“I don’t care about your work schedule Milky” she said curtly. “You are way overdue for a milking, it’s been over 48 hours. Leave work now and come to Jen’s house, her parents are both working late tonight. Be here in 20 minutes or you’ll be fined! Got it Milky?” she said bluntly.

“Okay,” I said meekly.

“Don’t forget the camera, make sure you have latex gloves, your milk towel and plenty of cash” Lauren haughtily said. Before I could respond, she hung up.

I hung up the receiver, knowing my secretary was listening to my end of the conversation. “Well that sure seemed like a one-sided conversation” she said, “Is she a client of yours?” I looked at her and smiled and said,

“Yea, either that, or the other way around.” She looked at me quizzically as I walked toward my office to gather my stuff and leave. I stashed the camera in my briefcase, grabbed my suit coat and headed for the door. My secretary just illegal bahis siteleri gave me a coy smile as I walked by, heading for the exit. On the way to my car I remembered that I still needed to use up two more shots on the disposable camera. Looking at my watch I knew I didn’t have much time to spare and still get to Jen’s before the 20-minute deadline expired. I had parked in the parking garage today and decided this was as good a place as any to take the last two shots. I got to my car and tossed my suit coat in the back seat and grabbed the camera out of my briefcase. Nervously looking around, I stepped between my car and the one parked next to it. I quickly dropped my pants to my ankles, exposing my sheer panties. Two quick clicks of the camera and I was done!

Over the weekend I had the foresight to pack what I now referred to as my “milking kit”. It was a small canvas tote bag that contained a box of latex gloves, hand lotion, several hand towels and even some rubbers. I also had some emergency cash in there just in case Lauren and Jen got very demanding and I was short on bucks. I kept the bag close to me at all times, such as in my car or sometimes even crammed into my briefcase. At the moment, it was stuffed into my briefcase along with the disposable camera. As I drove to Jen’s house it dawned on me that this whole ordeal had only started a few days ago, already it seemed liked weeks! It was only November and the girls won’t graduate until next May and then head off to college late next summer. “It’s going to be a very long nine months or so,” I thought to myself, “and an expensive one!”

I pulled up to Jen’s place and looked at my watch, four minutes to spare! I grabbed my briefcase and headed up to the door. Before I could even knock, the door opened and Jen let me in. She was wearing a tight red tank top; black linen shorts and high black backless sandals. She wasn’t wearing nylons, but her legs and feet looked great nonetheless. The tank top was a stretchy lycra material that strained against her braless chest, the outline of her nipples very obvious to even a casual observer.

“Hello Milky, long time no see!” she said sweetly. She reached and took my briefcase from me and set it next to the couch in the living room. Lauren walked in, dressed remarkably like Jen. “Was this a lesbian thing, dressing alike?” I wondered to myself. Lauren had on the identical top, shorts and high heels as Jen; the only difference was her top was royal blue, her linen shorts were white and her backless high heels were royal blue to match her top.

Lauren quickly took control, as she usually does. “Okay Milk Boy, let’s get busy, we’ve got to make up for some lost time” she said. She sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her. “Take off your pants and sit here next to me” she continued. I did as she directed as Jen moved behind the couch. “Cute panties” Lauren said with a chuckle as I removed my pants. Jen stood behind the couch and as I sat down, reached over and tied a black, silky blind fold over my eyes. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it felt like one of her slips. I had laid my pants and panties on the couch next to us. “Where are my gloves Milky?” Lauren asked. I then told the girls about my “milking kit” and that it was currently in my briefcase.

“There might be hope for you yet Milky” Jen canlı bahis siteleri chided. I heard my briefcase snap open and Jen pulled out my milking kit and the disposable camera. “Looks like you used all the pictures as you were supposed to, good boy” Jen said, “I’ll take care of getting these developed.”

Jen handed some latex gloves and the hand lotion to Lauren. “We won’t need his milking towel this time” Lauren said “you can leave that in his little kit.” I was curious about that statement, but let it slide as I was more focused on my impending milking. I heard the snap of latex as Lauren pulled on a pair of the gloves. “Okay Milk Boy,” Lauren said, “get down on your hands and knees in front of me, on all fours.” I moved from the couch and did as she directed, still wearing the silky blindfold. I was now kneeling in front of her like a dog, my cock pointing straight down to the floor. I heard Jen and her camera start clicking away. Unbeknown to me, Lauren had placed my wife’s sheer black panties on the floor, directly underneath my cock.

The next sensation I felt was Lauren’s latex covered hands, smeared with lotion, stroking my cock. She was yanking it straight down toward the floor; hand over hand, time and again.

“He really looks like he’s being milked!” Jen squealed with laughter.

“Just like pulling on a cow’s udder” Lauren replied. Lauren was still sitting on the edge of the couch, reaching under me to stroke my dick. The feeling was awesome and the humiliation was oh so sweet. As Lauren stroked away, Jen clicked away. “They can take 100 pictures,” I thought to myself, “just jerk me off!”

“Oh my God, that feels good!” I moaned out loud. Just then I shot my load, it seemed like it when on forever! Since I hadn’t cum in a couple of days, my load was larger than usual. I sensed Jen moving in for some close up shots, but didn’t know why. Little did I realize at the moment, but Lauren had my dick pointed right at my wife’s panties the entire time. My cum soaked her panties thoroughly as they lay beneath me on the floor.

“That’ll do just fine” Lauren chuckled. “Jen honey, go get us a Ziploc bag.” I was still on my knees in front of Lauren, catching my breath from that awesome milking. When Jen came back, she pulled off my blindfold and said I could get up and get dressed now. As I was getting up, Lauren held up the Ziploc bag with my wife’s cum soaked panties inside. “When you get home tonight Milky, you’re first chore is to put these messy panties back in your wife’s drawer where they came from” Lauren directed. She then handed me a new disposable camera and said “Of course we want to capture that image for later, so after you place them in her drawer, take a picture of them. Make sure your milky cum is visible in the photo and take them out of the bag when you put them in the drawer.” “By the way,” she continued, “pay up.”

I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out my wallet, handing her $75. I finished getting dressed and took the Ziploc bag from Lauren, placing it and the new camera in my briefcase. As I put the items in my briefcase I noticed that one of the girls had put a bumper sticker on the outside of my briefcase with the popular advertising slogan “got milk?” They both noticed me looking at it and laughed.

“We just want to make sure you stand out in a crowd” Jen said. Not being quite sure what that meant, I gathered my things and left.

As I reached for the door, Lauren said “Check your e-mail later tonight Milky. Tomorrow promises to be a big day! Nighty night!”

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NIGHT OF THE PARTY

Steve felt Randi’s legs tighten around his waist as he slowly pounded his long, hard shaft into her wet tunnel. At nearly twice his age, Steve was amazed at the stamina she showed in bed. A petite mother of two, with long blonde hair and stunning blue eyes set above sharp cheekbones, Randi was in tremendous shape with a slim waist and slender legs, her breasts, while small, were still pert and firm.

As Randi’s breathing became heavier, she pulled Steve’s face to hers and kissed him deeply, her tongue pushing hotly into his mouth. Randi loved to kiss him like this while they fucked, “completing the circuit” she called it laughing at the nerdy expression she had coined, adding that only an engineer would think of it. But there was nothing nerdy about the way she fucked; nearly insatiable, Steve had never been with a woman who wanted it as badly or enjoyed it more.

Steve’s college friend Marcus had introduced him to Randi during a recent business trip the two of them had taken to Chicago. Marcus and Randi worked for the same large semi-conductor company in Ohio and they had begun an affair earlier in the year. Although she had never strayed in the previous twenty years of her marriage before Marcus, Randi was making up for lost time since Steve slept with her on that trip. Randi loved to describe her various trysts to Steve when she visited, knowing how excited he would become. Randi was making more frequent “business” trips to Chicago and had told Steve it was a good thing her company was doing so well, since her husband showed no signs of suspicion about her being out-of-town so often.

“AAAAhhhhh . . .Shit! . . . Baby you’re gonna make me cum again . . .You cock feels so fucking good!!!” Randi breathed hotly in his ear.

He picked up the pace, slamming his thick cock harder into the beautiful MILF, her feet sliding down to lock behind his calf muscles as she moved in an easy rhythm beneath him. Randi moaned loudly and moved her hands her hands down from his broad shoulders to grab his thrusting ass cheeks trying to pull him even farther into her.

“FUCK ME BABY!!! AHHHHHH . . .SHIT . . .FUCK ME!!!!” Randi screamed as she came, spasms racking her taught body as she convulsed beneath his bulk. A thin satisfied smile crossed Steve’s lips as he contined to viciously pound the soccer mom and moments later he shot a huge load of cum deep into her married pussy. Randi rolled her hips as he came drawing jet after jet of seed out of her young lover’s cock.

Steve kissed her softly as they caught their breath, their tongues dueling, her small breasts pressed deliciously against his thick chest. When he rolled of her, Randi reached acrossed him to the bedside table for her wine glass. Taking a long sip, Randi replaced the glass and laid her head on Steve’s chest, one leg splayed over his, tracing patterns lightly on his chest with her french-manicured fingernails. She sqeezed him and sighed contentedly.

” I love the way you fuck me. You were superb today darling!”

Steve smiled in response and reached down to push her long hair away from her face, “We’d better get moving . . . the limo will be here at 9:00.” Steve smacked her playfully on the ass to emphasize his point.

Steve had invited Randi to attend a private party in a posh high rise downtown. Randi understood that a group of young men would take their more mature lovers to this party every month. A formal affair, Randi was instructed to bring her little black dress and Steve was wearing a tux. The members referred to it as a “Cougar Party” and Randi was intrigued by the possibilities.

Randi raised up and kissed Steve quickly and then rolled out of bed. She picked up the short, silk robe that she had discarded earlier and slid it over her arms, belting the sash. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and padded into Steve’s kitchen to make a call.

Randi was checking in at home and Steve overheard her talking with her husband and children asking about school,work and soccer practice. Laughing with her youngest and telling her that “Mommy will be home on Sunday.”, Steve was again struck by the duel lives Randi was living. He knew that people would see her at the soccer game or church, or pass by her in a grocery store aisle and only see an attractive, middle-aged woman who most likely lived a fairly normal life much like their own, never once guessing that her private life contained secret rendezvous and lust, deceit and passion that far exceeded anything they could imagine.

The contrasting sides of a woman like Randi was extremely exciting to Steve. The risks she took to go behind her husband’s back to see him, and her other lovers, were considerable, but her lust for young cock was a powerful emotion that she had decided not to even try to control. Steve’s first introduction to the world of older woman/ younger man lust was very personal and profound and, ironically, his friend Marcus, Randi’s first lover, had played a pivotal canlı bahis şirketleri role.

EIGHT YEARS EARLIER

Steve and Marcus, while playing different sides of the ball at Northwestern, had quickly become friends their freshman year. Although Steve was white, he and Marcus had many things in common: Both studied hard, trained hard and enjoyed the attention they received from the girls.

Midway through the season, Steve invited Marcus to come home with him during an off-week. Steve’s parents were excited to have their son home and were gracious hosts to his new friend although Steve could not recall a time when a black man had been in their home.

Steve’s father owned one of the largest BMW dealerships in Illinois and their large home reflected his good fortune. His mother, even in her late forties, was an extremely attractive woman. Although she had let her prematurely greying hair go unchecked, she had a great body with large jutting breasts, and she always seemed to wear a little more make-up and dress a little sexier than the other women in her social circle. Active in school and in church functions, as well as the local Opera Guild, Steve’s mom stood out from the other mothers.

Steve went to bed early on Friday, school and football practice taking its toll, and he had promised his dad that he would go to the club for a round of golf early the next morning. Marcus, who didn’t play, was going to sleep in and wait for their return.

At the turn, Steve begged out of playing the back nine, his scores were high and his dad indicated that he usually ate lunch at the club at the finish. Not wanting to leave his friend alone for this long, Steve headed back to his parent’s house. Oddly, his mother’s convertible was still in the garage when he arrived, remembering her saying that she intended to do some shopping.

Inside, the large house was quiet and Steve headed upstairs to his room. While on the landing, he heard his mother laughing from his parent’s bedroom in the back of the house. Steve decided that he better tell her that he was home early, so he headed back towards their room.

As he approached the doorway, he swore he recognized his friend’s voice inside his parent’s room, his mother again laughing in response. Suprised, Steve walked quietly towards the door that was open partway. Positioning himself in such a way that he could see inside, but keeping out of sight, he peered in.

Marcus was laying on his parent’s king-sized bed, completely naked. His mother, in a short, black, teddie laid next to him raised up on one elbow, stroking his long, hard cock and smiling down at his friend. As Steve watched, his mom leaned down to kiss him, her tongue sliding past his open lips. They kissed deeply, as she continued to stroke him, the diamonds on her wedding bands sparkling in the morning sun.

After a few moments, his mother pulled away from his friend’s lips and moved lower on the bed, licking and kissing his deep, hairless chest, taking a nipple into her luscious lips. Steve watched as his mother flicked her tongue into his friend’s navel, smiling lewdly at his suprised response, all the while slowly lifting his long, dark shaft upward.

His mother lowered her head to his cock and her tongue darted out, slowly licking around his bulbous hed. She licked up and down his thick shaft as she cupped his ball sack in her hand. She began to moan as she sucked one of his large rocks into her mouth, then dropping her jaw, she took his cock deep into her eager mouth.

As Steve watched his mom’s head bob rapidly, slobbering over his friend’s cock, he noted with shock that his own cock was rock hard, almost painfully so. His mother was stroking Marcus in rhythm with her mouth and Steve noticed that his eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open, clearly enjoying her technique.

His mom pulled her mouth off his cock with an audible pop, and looking up at Marcus, she smiled lustily, the flat of her tongue licking the sensitive underside of his bulbous head.

“Do you want to fuck me again?” she purred, “We don’t have to be as quiet as we were last night!”

Marcus sputtered, “But what about Mr. Lee?”

She took the head of his cock briefly into her mouth .

“He’s not here!” she teased licking his shaft slowly.

“I know,. . . but they might be back soon . . .”

“Marcus, we have plenty of time . . .now come on. I need to feel that big thing inside of me!” she said as she peeled her teddie over her head ,allowing her heavy breasts to fall free.

She laid next to Marcus and spread her long legs as he moved quickly between them. Grabbing his cock in both of her hands, she guided him towards her pussy. With a quick thrust, Marcus slid his entire length easily into her and began to lustily fuck Steve’s mother.

“Slow down, Baby . . .You feel so good. I don’t want this to be over too quickly!” she instructed the young man.

Marcus slowed to even, steady pounding, his mother wrapping canlı kaçak iddaa her legs eagerly around him.

“That’s it . . . Oh . . .Yeah . . .That’s it . . .Now you’re doing it!” she panted.

Marcus leaned down to kiss his mother and Steve saw his friend’s tongue disappear into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing , her hands spread acrossed his broad, cinnamon shoulders.

As they fucked, his mother moved in an eager rhythm beneath him, her breasts bouncing lewdly each time he pounded his thick meat into her married pussy.

After several minutes, Marcus pulled his lips from hers and picked up the pace, his mother squeezed him tighter and began to moan loadly.

“That’s it . . . Ohhh Baby! . . .That’s FUCKING IT! . . . Keep fucking me . . . Give me all of your big, beautiful cock!!!!”

Marcus was close as well and he kept repeating: ” OHHH Mrs. Lee . . . I’m gonna cum . . . Ohhhh . . . Shit . . Mrs. Lee!!!”

His mom let out a shriek as she began to shudder, her legs and toes now pointed straight up in the air.

“OHHHH . . .FUCK!! . . .MARCUS!!! . . .OHH . . . SHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT!! . . .BABY!!!!!!”

Marcus came seconds later, his ass driving frantically into his mother , shooting a huge load deep into her warm, wet tunnel.

Later, after Marcus rolled off his mother, she sat up against the headboard, her heavy breasts still flushed. Pushing her silver hair out of her eyes, she looked over at his friend with an amused smile on her face.

“Whew . . . that was incredible!” she sputtered. “Isn’t it better when we can get loud?”

“Aren’t you worried . . . I mean . . .about your husband . . .”

“Honey, if you only knew . . .! He is too busy, with work and golf and all, and he seems to trust me . . . God knows why!” she added with a sly smile. “It’s not like I don’t screw him and he thinks I’m getting enough . . . Which I am, just not from him!”

She went on to describe for Marcus some of her numerous affairs with her husband’s employees, golf buddies and several of Steve’s high school friends. His mom reached for a pack of More 120s that were lying on her bedside table and lit one of the them, dragging deeply. She leaned over to kiss Marcus , her hand with the cigarette reaching down to rub his thick cock. As he began to stiffen, she took another deep drag and lowered her head saying softly “Mommy’s got a suprise for you!”

Steve watched a few minutes longer and then quietly backed away from the door to his parent’s bedroom. Back in the garage, Steve leaned against his mother’s car and pulled out his still hard cock and began to jerk off, visions of his sexy mother fucking and sucking his young black friend vivid in his mind.

Marcus became a regular visitor after that, and Steve found himself arranging their trips home during times he knew his father would be out of town. Although, they thought they were being discreet, Steve was able to watch Marcus and his mother continue their adulterous affair. If he left the room, he would sneak back to invariably find his mother pinned against the wall, kissing Marcus deeply, smiling as she sucked on the tongue that was thrust into her mouth, her hands cradling his face as he would start rubbing her breasts or between her legs.

Once he excused himself for the night as the three of them were watching TV. Later he crept out of his room to find Marcus, still seated on the couch, with his mother on her knees between his legs lustily sucking his cock. When Marcus warned her that he was cumming, she pulled her mouth off his straining cock and pumped him furiously, her mouth open, her tongue extended. Marcus shot a huge load onto her face and into her mouth before she sucked him lovingly back into her mouth, moaning with desire.

Steve would listen outside his parent’s bedroom at night as the two of them fucked. Muffled groans, shouts and moans painting a lurid picture of the activity inside.

That summer,Steve fucked his Calculus teacher’s assistant, a married mother of four, and he was amazed at how easy it was to get her into the sack. In her late thirties, the slim brunette was open to anything sexually, and didn’t cause a scene when Steve stopped returning her phone calls. He quickly followed this affair with numerous others, all of his partners married, some of them friends of his mother. Although he didn’t bed older women exclusively, he had to admit that sex with soccer moms and MILFs was incredibly exciting and that his latest affair with Randi went far beyond anything he had previously experienced. He couldn’t wait to show her off at the Cougar Party.

THE PARTY

After adjusting his bow tie and grabbing his jacket off the bedroom chair, Steve walked into the living room of his condo to find Randi perched sexily on a bar stool enjoying a glass of white wine. The slit on the side of her short, halter dress showed the lacy tops of her thigh highs. Her long, honey blonde hair had been flat ironed and it hung straight down, beautifully canlı kaçak bahis framing her dark smoky eyes, and her lips were heavily glossed in a cinnamon shade. Her legs were crossed and Steve noted that she was wearing her new Prada pumps with the five inch heels.

She eyed Steve steadily, as she reached into her clutch purse, removing a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s. Flipping the top of the hard pack, she slowly removed on of the long, white, cigarettes, and slid it between her fingers.

“MMMMMmmmm . . . Mommy like!” she smiled thinly, her blue eyes flashing as she lit her cigarette in that way that Steve found so erotic. Propping one elbow on the bar and exhaling a thin stream toward Steve, he found his cock begin to stir. Randi had started to refer to herself more often in this manner, and she knew the effect it had upon him. Steve moved towards her and lifted her chin with his hand, leaning in to kiss her and tasting the tang of her breath. As they began to kiss more deeply, Randi reached down between his legs to rub him through his pants.

Steve groaned when the intercom buzzed indicating that their limo had arrived. Randi smiled lustily up at her young lover and said “Saved by the bell. Another minute and I wouldn’t have let you out of here!”

On the way downtown, Randi noticed the attention the driver was giving them in the rearview mirror. Giving him a little show, Randi crossed her legs and leaned into Steve, licking his earlobe and kissing his neck. She began to rub his chest, and when he turned to kiss her, she reached down to slowly rub his cock. When Steve cupped one of her breasts in his large hand, Randi hit a button which slid the privacy partition down and she eagerly unzipped his pants.

Later, Randi was reapplying a thick layer of lip gloss with the thin applicator when the limo stopped at their destination. When the back door opened, the driver offered his hand to Randi and she slid out of the limo giving him a lovely view of her bare pussy.

Randi looped her arm tightly through Steve’s as they rode the elevator to the top floor, already more than a little buzzed by the alcohol she had consumed on the drive and excited by the prospects of the evening.

Once at the top, the elevator opened onto a large, elegantly furnished room with a bar and a balcony that looked out over Lake Michigan. There were usually 15 to 20 couples at the parties and Steve thought it looked as crowded as it ever had been. He got a couple of drinks from the bar and he and Randi went out on the balcony to one of the tables. Taking a seat, Randi reached into her purse for her cigarettes. As they looked out over the lake they were approached by a women Steve had seen at the party before. Her name was Shonda and her husband was a local attorney with big politcal connections. She was slightly taller than Randi but model thin, with surgically enhanced breast. Her black hair was cut short, over her ears, and she had big brown bedroom eyes and thin lips.

“Excuse me.” she said to Randi “Could I trouble you for one of your cigarettes? I’ve been trying to quit, but I figure what is one MORE vice.” Randi offered her the pack and she placed one of the long, white cigarettes, between her lips and leaned down to accept a light from Randi. Steve invited her to sit and Randi asked if she had come alone.

Shonda pointed to a tall latino with long dark hair pulled back in pony tail and said “That’s Maunuel, . . .Manny. he used to work for my husband. Now he works for me!” she added with a smile. Steve excused himself and went inside to find a seat at the bar. Later, he felt a pair of familiar hands on his shoulders and he turned to fing Randi smiling brightly.

“Baby, . . . I want you to show me around.”

As she took him by the hand, he noticed that they were following Shonda back to the smaller rooms in back. The rooms were doorless, and lightly lit with sheer drapes as partitions and contained a variety of couches and chairs. Shonda disappeared into one of the farthest rooms and as Randi led him after her he noticed that some of the rooms were already occupied.

Once inside, Steve saw Shonda sitting across the room on a chair, legs crossed seductively, wine glass in hand. Randi joined her new friend and turned to Steve. “Shonda told me that she has seen you here before . . . and always wondered what you were like . . .I told her I didn’t mind sharing! Now . . .Get naked!”

Steve did as instructed and stood before their admiring eyes. Shonda walked slowly towards him, her eyes alight, taking in his broad shoulders, deep chest and the thick cock that hung between his muscular thighs. She walked around him, her fingers dancing lightly across his skin.

“MMMMmmmmm . . .He is gorgeous!” she remarked to Randi almost as if he wasn’t in the room.

When Randi joined them, Shonda reached up and unzipped the back of her dress allowing it to pool at her feet. Clothed only in her thigh highs and high heels, Steve’s cock quickly hardened. She stepped closer to him and looked up lustily and began to slowly stroke his cock. Her hands then went to the side of this face and she pulled him down to her hungry lips, his tongue pushing into her warm mouth.

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I own an operate a small internet sales business with a storefront in a shopping center. As a hobby, I also co-host an online radio show once a week. In order to communicate with our Producer (who is halfway across the country) during the show, I need to be in a chat room. Since I currently don’t have a computer at home, I do the show from my store instead.

A couple of weeks ago, I met Kate through a mutual friend. She is my age (48) and in nice shape…great ass, small breasts, mischievous grin…we seemed to have a lot in common and we ended up running into one another 3-4 times over the course of a week. It began with some flirting that quickly turned into intimate conversation about our turn-ons. We discovered that we both have a passion for exhibitionism and voyeurism…particularly surrounding masturbation and public places. General talk soon turned to possible scenarios and I suggested that it might be fun if she joined me at the store during an evening when I was doing my radio show. Kate challenged me…saying there was no way I could keep my focus on doing a show for an hour if she were there “distracting” me. I countered that she might be right but it would be awfully fun finding out.

The following Tuesday night, she texted me and told me to make sure I “behaved” that evening because she had plans for the next night (during my show). The following morning Kate texted me again to let me know she’d be meeting me at the store at 7:45pm and instructing me to bring a six-pack of beer…lager or ale, whichever I preferred…but just make sure it’s in long-neck bottles!

We met at my store that evening and settled into chairs facing one another. The computers are about halfway back from the front of the store with some shelving and a counter partially blocking the view of anyone who might wander past the store front…but if they were to stop and look hard illegal bahis enough, it wouldn’t be too tough to see us. We cracked open a couple beers and chatted as I prepared to go live. As I phoned in to the Producer and connected with my co-host, Kate grinned and undid the top button of the button-fly jeans she was wearing and slid her right hand down into them. Taking a long sip of her beer, she pushed her hand all the way into her jeans…I could see her fingers wiggling against the fabric. She then set the beer down and whispered, “yep, getting a little wet…”

For the next 10 minutes, Kate was content to casually caress her pussy inside her jeans and sip her beer…updating me on how much wetter she was getting. Half-heartedly listing to my co-host, I allowed my right hand to fall into my lap and massage my stiffening cock through my sweatpants. Kate took her left foot and pushed my hand away, shaking her head no and whispering, “just watch.” She then allowed her hand to ease out of her jeans and with both hands, pull them completely open and revealing her trimmed bush. As she spun her chair away from me so that her back was too me, I glanced at the computer screen…my Producer messaging me that we had 3 callers holding. I quickly introduced the first caller and let my co-host take over as I watched Kate slide her jeans all the way off and kick them aside. She glanced over her shoulder at me and then spun the chair around. Now naked from the waist down, she had both hands covering her pussy. I watched intently as she pushed the middle finger of her right hand between her lips and let the left hand fall aside.

She mouthed, “you like?” as she worked her finger in and out of herself slowly. I took the phone away from my mouth and whispered, “you are so fucking hot!” I leaned in closer and put my hand on her thigh and she put her foot on my chair, pushing me away illegal bahis siteleri and again grinning, “just watch!”

For the next 15 minutes, Kate casually fingered herself with her right hand while massaging her clit with the left as she sat with her back to the storefront. My eyes darted from her now dripping pussy to the computer screen to the front window…people would occasionally walk past but no one seemed to take notice of us. I was barely listening to anything going on with the show and fortunately there were plenty of callers that night and I only had to jump in now and them to introduce them and allow my co-host to take over. As I glanced back to the computer screen to get the name of the next caller, I noticed my cell phone laying on the counter. I quickly grabbed it and clicked the camera on, holding it up to show Kate. She smiled widely and pulled her finger from her wet snatch…using both hands to spread herself open as I clicked a picture. I set the phone down and she immediately went back to work with her right hand…reaching for her empty beer bottle with the left.

“Should I?,” an evil grin spread across her face. I eagerly shook my head in approval and she slowly lowered the bottle to her thigh and slid up to her swollen lips. Sliding forward in the chair, she eased the top of the bottle into herself. As I took a deep breath and drank in the site of this amazingly sexy woman putting on a show for me, I realized that nobody was talking on the radio show I was supposed to be doing! I quickly looked at the computer…no callers on hold. My mind was a blank and we still had 15 minutes to fill. I asked my co-host a meaningless question, hoping she would ramble for a bit.

Kate was now out and out fucking herself with the empty long-neck and asking me if I wanted her to cum? I shook my head yes as I attempted to also pay attention canlı bahis siteleri to what my co-host was saying…a losing battle, to say the least.

Kate whispered, “can you handle this…are you sure you want me to cum?”

It was ALL that I wanted…the show be damned. Fortunately, a message popped up in the screen from my Producer, “Jay on line 1.” I immediately welcomed Jay to the show and returned my focus to Kate, who was now violently shoving the the bottle in and out of her soaking pussy with her left hand as her right dug at her clit. I quickly reached for the cell phone camera again and clicked a quick picture of her fucking herself for me. She was clearly close now as her hips thrust up off the chair with each stroke of the beer bottle.

Again, I took the phone away from my mouth and looked her in the eye, “cum for me, Kate, do it! Cum for me now!”

With a final thrust, she pushed the bottle deep inside of her and then her thighs slammed together as she twisted in the chair…biting her lip as she tried not to make too any noise.

It was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever witnessed in person and I sat staring…mouth open…cock throbbing. Jay was gone and my co-host was asking me a question. I shook my head and tried to concentrate. I apologized for being a little “out of it tonight” and checked the clock. Three more minutes to kill.

Kate was laying back in the chair now, huge smile on her face, running her tongue up and down the neck of the bottle which was glistening with her juices.

“Is this too distracting?,” she teased. I decided it wouldn’t be the end of the world if we wrapped up the show a little early and thanked everyone who listened and called…inviting them to tune in again next week. After the Producer faded us out, I quickly apologized to him and my co-host for being a little distracted…claiming it had been a long week and I was just tired. I quickly got off the phone and turned to Kate, still leaning back in her chair, legs partially spread, pussy lips still wet.

She smiled and placed her foot on my crotch, “ready to do something about that now?”

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I’ve noticed an increase in demand for Muslim girls and women wearing Hijab (headscarf) and I wasn’t sure whether to offer it or how to offer it. But I have received a request from a client who wants a one-day girlfriend experience. He specified, that he wants me not to dress too conservatively, but in relatively modern and fashionable clothes, but with Arab style simple Hijab. I put on jeans and a long-sleeve shirt and a full face of make-up with a white hijab, which conceals my hair only. I slide into heals to and set-off to meet him. I turn up to his hotel and am directed up to his room, when I arrive I knock and he unlocks the door and I enter.

“You must be the gorgeous Soraya, very nice, exactly what I wanted. I’m Daniel.”

I move in and Daniel kisses me on both cheeks and I greet him. “Iraqiyya, Kaman. Shakumaki? (Iraqi too, how are you?)”

“Oh you speak Iraqi Arabic, how?” I detect a South African accent and tall, strong, blonde hair and blue eyed Daniel had an amazing smile.

“I was out there, in Iraq, I mean. I was a security adviser and I worked with Iraqi forces. I must say, I’ve been looking forward to this. I have a thing for Muslim and Iraqi women, out there, I use to take them to bed. Amazing bodies, amazing women. I use to have a proper girlfriend out there, she wore Hijab too, but unfortunately it didn’t work out. I love how innocent Iraqi girls are publicly and naughty they are privately. And you look amazing.”

I blush at him “thank you.”

“Let’s go out for the day, I would like you to hold my hand, remember I want to full girlfriend experience.” Daniel says.

“Why of course, I’ll do anything you want.” I reply

I extend my hand and he grabs it and we head out of his room and the hotel “I’m going to take you shopping, I plan to spoil you rotten,” Daniel says. His grip is firm and very masculine, which next to my soft delicate hands, makes me feel I have found my protector.

“So who did your work for and what exactly did you do in Iraq and why?” I ask Daniel as we are walking hand in hand in the streets.

“Well, I use to be an officer in the Recces or The South African Special Forces Brigade, as we are formally known. But I got out in 2004 and like many of my fellow soldiers, I went into private military work and the company that employed me had large contracts in Iraq. The money was good and the challenge exciting and so I went. I did all kinds of things out there, protected important figures and later on help train Iraqi forces. I helped train the Iraqi Special Operational Forces. We taught them everything from counter-insurgency, rapid response and special reconnaissance.”

“That sounds interesting, how was it and what did you think of Iraq?”

“It was very interesting, I mean obviously it was not the best time to be over there. Iraq is a war zone and you didn’t know who you could trust. I had running battles in the streets with Iranian forces, including an Iranian unit that had infiltrated one of the local security forces, who were meant to be on our side. I lost a lot of good men in that fight. But despite this, I did grow to love Iraqi culture and as I told you, I especially liked the women.”

“Yes, you said you had an Iraqi girlfriend, tell me about her. Who canlı bahis şirketleri was she and how did you meet her?”

“Yes, her name was Farah, she was a cute girl. I met her through another Iraqi girl who I was screwing. Our interpreter, Fatima, she was a beautiful and very horny woman. Great body, olive skin, big curly hair and one of the most passionate women I have ever experienced. Fatima was married and very experienced in the bedroom, but her husband had lost interest and so she would look elsewhere for her pleasure. The amount of times, I came on her face, gosh almost criminal. Anyways one day, her friend Farah was visiting her at our base. When I first saw her, I was struck by how beautiful she was, even in Hijab. I got talking to her and after we first met, we kept in contact and our relationship bloomed from there. She told me about her dreams and we had lots of dates together. She lost her virginity to me and she became quiet kinky. She loved to suck and fuck and I would give her porn films and erotica literature to help her learn some more. I like to think, I opened her pussy and her mind. We came so close to getting married, but in the end our cultures and the nature of the war got in the way.”

“I’m sorry,” I reply.

“Anyways, that’s enough about me, I want to know more about you. How does an Iraqi Muslim girl end up working as an escort?”

“Well, I’ve always been deeply in-touch with my sexuality, and I always knew I want to enjoy myself and have fun. Plus, I’m student and I needed the money and some friends recommended this to me. It’s been good, it has allowed me to experiment with my sexuality and I have done things, which I will never forget.”

“But hasn’t this cause problem for you and your family? What about culture and religion?”

“My culture and religion still matter to me and I consider myself a spiritual person, but I do not want rigid orthodoxy, because I consider it oppressive. I think of myself as open minded. My family don’t know I do this. And they can never know.”

While walking in the streets, people stare at us, a big strong white man with his hijabi Muslim girlfriend holding hands. It was the sense of control, he had over me, which many observers on the street seem to be fascinated by. We would go around shop to shop and Daniel would buy me things. We’d walk through parks and we’d kiss on the streets like a real couple. Later that evening we had dinner and I impressed him with intellectual conversation. Eventually, we headed back to his hotel where the real action would take place.

“Okay, Soraya, I think you know what I want to do. I know you’re apt at domination and so I want the treatment. You can go through to the bathroom and change into your evening outfit.” Daniel said.

I move into the bathroom, and I added my strap-on on. I am still wearing tight blue jeans with black belt and long sleeve white top and white hijab. My strap-on is large, 13 inches, pink and I tie it around me very tightly. I can’t wait to try some South African cock, especially someone as manly as Daniel. I leave the bathroom, “Do you want me daddy?” I say as I move towards him, but Daniel is so aroused he can’t form a full coherent sentence. I decide to tease him some more, “Mmmm.. filthy infidel canlı kaçak iddaa cock. Uncut, dirty infidel cock. I may be wearing a white hijab and it may cover my hair, but I want some other white thing to cover my hair. I can’t help it, I’m Iraqi, and we love big strong men and large cocks. Our men are jealous, because they don’t measure up.” I am now standing face to face with him, and my fingers run down his face and onto his chest. My head is titled upwards and he can feel my breathe, I stare at his lips and into his eyes. I move in and start kissing him, my lips brush his lips, and he gradually opens his mouth wide enough for me to slide my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues are in a dance with one another, my tongue brushing his tongue and his tongue brushing mine. He places both his hands on my ass and squeezes it. He cannot move in any closer, because my dildo is pushing into his crotch area.

Saliva exchanges between our two mouths and we both swallow each other’s fluid. Tasting his saliva, might give me an inclination of what his hot cum and sperm, might taste like. I must say, it’s a good sign so far. But, I must put an end to this kissing session and resume the role of Muslim dominatrix, I bite his lip and he screams. “So, foreign pig! You were in Iraqi killing my people and fucking my women, well it’s time I taught you a lesson. You’re going to be a sex slave for a Muslim girl, how does that sound slave?” Daniel grunts and I slap him and tell him to “shut up.” I now aggressively lick his face and kiss parts of it. I lick around his neck and bite it in places. He scream, but I continue and I start licking his t-shirt and around his nipples area, I then rip his t-shirt off and start to tease his nipples. I lick and suck his nipples and he groans, but just to make sure he’s not enjoying it too much, I bite his nipple from time to time. Every time he lets out a scream, I hit him. But despite this, he’s a very good slave, he doesn’t talk unnecessarily- unlike most clients- must be that military discipline. I love military men.

His muscular body starts sweating and I make a point out lick up all his sweat. I force him to lift up his arms and I lick his armpits. I lick around his body and come from behind him. I push him towards the bed and force him to bend over. I undo his pants and underwear, and lube up my dildo, and tease his outer butt cheeks with my dildo. “You got a cute butt.” I now shove my dildo into his colon and he cries and screams. “Ahhhh..What’s the matter, can’t big strong guy like you take it? Shall I call your mommy? Hahahaaaha.” I say cruelly, he pleads and claims he can take it, “Good,” I say. I now push the dildo all the way up his anus and am now fully inside him, “There, there. Now that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” I say laughingly, as he tries to regain composure. I lean over his back and breathe air down the back of his neck and tease it with my finger. I kiss the back of his neck and then I begin humping his ass off. “Yeah, you like having cock in ya, don’t ya?” I pull my dildo out and go back in again. In and out and again and again, I can see that I’m really stretching his asshole and it will open up. Pain and pleasure are the same thing, so I tease him a little bit. While fucking his ass, I place my hand on his penis canlı kaçak bahis and gently stroke it.

But of course, I don’t stop there, I use my nails to scratch his cock too. Meanwhile, I start aggressively pounding his ass and his butt cheeks turn red. He’s screaming his head off and I am enjoying it. I fuck his ass for ten minutes and then I pause and start to give him a hand job. Jerking his hardening cock off, will give him a false sense of hope. He is nearly ready to cum and then I withdraw my hand and grab his neck and throw him onto the floor. “Hey, you. Kiss my heels, now!” Daniel moves over and starts kissing my heels and shoes. “Now, suck my heel!” Daniel complies and starts sucking my heel the way I suck cock. He teases the heel with his tongue and slowly tries to swallow the heel. He takes one inch in and then two and then three. He has an aroused look on his face. He seems to be enjoying this, a little too much, “Stop,” I cry. “You’re enjoying that a little too much, aren’t you?” I barely wait for a response “Turn you body over, so that your chest is facing the air.”

Daniel turns his body over and I place one heel on his chest and press down. Daniel starts wailing and crying, but I don’t let up. I jump onto his chest and don’t bother to listen to Daniels cries and I start strutting on his body. I rub my heal up against his cock and jerk him off. Daniel doesn’t know what to feel and so I stamp on his cock leaving him in no doubt how to feel. I taunt and tease him as I walk up and down his body. I then get off his body and command him to sit up. He does so and then I order him to kiss my dildo, which he resists, but I grab his head and force him to kiss it. “Just for that, I will make you suck my dildo.” I squeeze his nipples and he opens his mouth, I slide my dildo into his mouth, I push the dildo in all the way to the back of his throat. “Close your mouth!” He does so, “Now, start sucking!” Daniel struggles but starts to suck, a few moments into it, I take command and start pulls my dildo in and out of his mouth. I push the back of his head forward and try to throat fuck him.

Daniel gags and chokes, but I don’t let up. “Ahhh yeah, you like that ha? Good boy, mommy would be so proud of you!” Time passes and I grow board of him sucking my strap-on dildo, and so, I withdraw from his mouth. “Get onto the bed, now!” He struggles to get up and limps, but he makes it onto the bed. I pull my starp-on off, and take my shoes, jeans and underwear off. I then crawl onto the bed and make my way up Daniel and I sit on his face. “Lick!” Daniel has no will and starts licking my pussy. Feeling his tongue sliding his way into my pussy makes me feel powerful. I sit on his face and can feel my nipples becoming hard and my pussy moist and soft. Suddenly, I feel a little tinkle and then some cum, comes oozing out. Daniel swallows every drop and then more cum flies out. I redecorate the inside of his mouth and face, my cum goes everywhere. But I stay on Daniel’s face until he has cleaned my pussy out and swallowed every drop. Finally, he’s done, but he is now so weak that he’s unable to have intercourse.

But, I don’t leave him hanging. So I place my pussy onto his cock and start humping him and riding him. Up and down, I’m like a cowgirl and then after he cums in my pussy, I remove my pussy from his cock and sit back on his face. I force him to swallow his own cum and I make him get every drop. Once he has finished swallowing himself, he is clearly too weak to continue and so he pays me and I leave.

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My back had been giving me problems for some time and it had been a while since my last massage. I did not have a regular massage schedule partly due to the cost but also because I really didn’t get any long term benefit. I decided to look for a new masseuse on the internet and found one near home, one that offered a firmer more therapeutic massage.

Further reading detailed that the masseuse was male. I had not experienced a male masseuse before and pondered on the fact that many masseuses in the past had massaged all of me including my buttocks and on occasion my cock and balls. I went looking further but ended up back at this one site.

I was perplexed, on one hand they offered the firm massage I was after but on the other I was afraid of what to do should the masseuse touch my genitals. On the other hand this extra touching did not happen at every massage so I figured I would be safe and rang and made an appointment.

Upon arriving at the salon I was greeted by a efficient young man at the desk who took me to my designated room and asked me to undress and lay on the table and my masseuse, Alex would be with me shortly.

As I undressed somewhat nervously I thought about why I would be nervous, I was here for a firm massage to relieve the pain in my back, that’s all.

As I slipped my underwear off the nervousness increased. I fought it off with the memory that I was always nervous with a new masseuse. I lay on the table face down resting my head in the hole at the end and pulled the towel over my bare buttocks. I head the door open and close then the click of the lock.

Alex introduces himself and I lifted my head to greet him. He was about 30 I guessed, slim wearing just a pair of shorts. His muscled torso certainly had the promise of a firm massage and I relaxed a lot. We chatted a bit about the type of massage I was after and small talk about our day. This was a little difficult with my head down in the hole of the table, so I let it drop and started to relax with the soft music and prepare for the massage.

I felt warm oil dribble up the length of my back followed by soft but firm hands. This was going to be a good massage I thought and congratulated myself for overcoming my nervous tension in going through with this massage.

His attention to my lower back was pure bliss and after a while I was so comfortable with him that I let out the odd moan here and there to let him know he was doing what felt very good on my back. I had relaxed to a point now where I did not feel threatened by the fact this was a man running his hand up and down my back.

Next he started on my feet, which was just heaven and I was starting to drift off a bit when he stopped and adjusted the towel over me so that my legs were exposed for the next stage of the massage. He folded the towel into a small are that must have just covered my butt. He then unceremoniously lifted my legs slightly apart so that he could continue the massage on my legs.

I felt very comfortable with Alex and his very talented strong hands.

As he completed the second leg I heard him move to my side and the towel was removed and I heard it fall to the floor. I was relaxed and comfortable so thought nothing of it.

Warm oil drops hit my buttocks and trickled down my open crack and I felt a tingle in my balls. Without warning his hands were all over my butt, kneading the cheeks deeply, his thumbs running the length of my crack. There is nothing I like more than a good arse massage and Alex sure knew how. I was in heaven and a loud moan escaped my lips.

He obviously took this as a confirmation of my willingness to continue and that I was not afraid güvenilir bahis of his touch being so intimate. I did not notice at first but instinctively I was raising my hips each time his thumbs ran down the length of my crack. It was when they went over my puckered hole that I realised what I was doing. I didn’t know what to do. This felt so good but Alex is a man, but on the other hand he had not stopped either. While this was all spinning in my head Alex continued his manipulation of my arse. His thumbs were now circling my hole and as he did one would just poke into the opening teasing me.

He moved back up to my lower back and I relaxed and told myself that it was nothing more than part of the massage. I heard another noise like when the towel hit the floor but could see nothing new through the hole in the table and went back to enjoying his wonderful hands on my lower back.

Alex then moved up and down my back again and then back to my feet. He was standing at the end of the table and ran his hands from my heal right up to my buttocks and back. As he leaned forward I felt his bare skin on my feet. This was the first contact we had had other than his hands. It felt odd. This was another man’s skin. Is this normal or even allowed? I was very comfortable feeling the soft skin of a woman as she massaged me, but this was different. How should I feel? I then reminded myself it’s just a massage.

As he moved to my side again he ran his fingers softly up my leg to my buttocks again then up and down my backbone. My arms were by my side with my palms facing upwards and I was surprised again by his skin against my hand at the edge of the table. I have no idea why but I turn my hand to make better contact with him and my hand closed on his skin. It then hit me that I now had his very erect cock in my hand. What do I do now; I had never touched another man’s cock before. I didn’t do it on purpose, it just happened.

He made no attempt to move, just kept running his hands up and down my back. So I have not offended him. What did he expect of me, what is the protocol here, my head was spinning. I didn’t let go though and I had to admit it felt very different to when I hold my cock, but it was so, so big. I could only just get my hand fully around it. I moved my hand up and down to survey the length and then over the very smooth head. A loud moan escaped my lips. That I definitely didn’t expect.

Alex then moved to the top of the table and started to massage my shoulders. I thought that was it and I could relax and forget what happened. I was a bit embarrassed thinking that he would think that I was groping him, but he hadn’t pulled away or said no, and what was he doing with no shorts on anyway.

I was looking down through the hole in the table trying to think what might happen next when I felt his skin touch my ear. I lifted my head and turned to the right and was presented with the biggest, hardest cock I had ever seen. It looked even bigger than it felt. It was an inch from my face. He was still rubbing my shoulders as if this was just business as normal.

I was overcome by how good his cock looked and even though I had never really thought about it I was curious as to how different it felt in my hand and how soft but firm it was. My tongue then flicked the end of his cock. What the fuck was I doing? That was actually pretty nice, not as foreboding as I would have expected had you asked me an hour ago. I then opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked it gently. Now it was his turn to moan. What the fuck was I doing? It tasted and felt really, really, good. It was warmer than I expected and smoother for türkçe bahis some reason. It was hard, but soft, kind of like feeling my own cock but different just the same.

I was never going to take the excuse from any woman that she didn’t like sucking cock. Having tried it and loved it. I just had to get more in my mouth, but the size of his cock and the angle was not going to let that happen.

Alex moved away and stood further down the table massaging my lower back softly now. I licked my lips and savoured the taste of his pre-cum as I looked at the floor and wondered what next. I wondered if he knew I was straight. Did he think I was gay and was expecting to suck his cock? I really hoped he liked the way I sucked his cock.

He then patted me on the buttocks and asked me to turn over. Aghast, what if I have an erection; he would see that I am turned on by his cock. I am straight; I can’t have an erection when I am alone with a naked man, even one whose cock I just sucked. I was so nervous it was like the first time I had sex. Everything was new but I didn’t want to stop.

As I turned over I was surprised that even though I was extremely aroused my cock was only partly up. Alex moved over to the table against the wall and applied more oil to his hands. Now I had a good look at the size of his cock and his body as a whole. It was curved upwards and was at least 8 inches and fat. Now that’s what I call a cock! No wonder he doesn’t mind showing it off. It looked like one of my wife’s big dildos only curved.

Our eyes met as he stopped at my side and he gave me a nice reassuring smile. I returned a nervous smile which changed quickly to one of surprise as I felt his oily hand around my cock. Now I was in over my head so to speak. One hand stoked up and down my cock and the other cupped my balls. I was instantly hard as a rock. My head was spinning, I was so aroused but this was wrong, this was a man stroking my erection and by God it felt so good.

His cock was standing straight out near my hip; I took it in my hand and stroked it. It seemed like the courteous thing to do at the time. I looked down at us stroking each other’s cocks. It felt so good in my hand but this wasn’t enough, I wanted to taste it again. I motioned for him to move down the table so I could get closer to his cock. As he moved I turned slightly on my side so I could get a better angle. His cock was so smooth and inviting as I looked at it admiring the form and size of it. I was trying to ignore the throbbing in my balls as he slowly stroked my cock as I was not ready to cum yet. I might not be in this situation again and wanted to make the most of it.

A drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit in the enormous bulging head and I reached forward with my tongue and licked it off and ran it along my lips. A moan escaped us both. I then took the head in my mouth and as best I could ran my tongue around the bottom, across his glands. I knew he would like that from my own experience.

I needed to feel it deeper so I moved closer to the edge of the table. I was oblivious of my cock right now just concentrating on the buzz in my head from what I was doing with his cock.

I bobbed up and down on the head trying to get more in my mouth and finally pushed my head down hard on his cock and got it in about half way. It was so big but I couldn’t give up. I slid it back and forth in my mouth.

Alex moaned and it brought me back to reality that this was a guy’s cock I was sucking. Me, sucking a guy’s cock! That thought sent a jolt through my body and with his cock as far in my mouth as it would go my cock erupted into the biggest orgasm I have had in a long time.

The güvenilir bahis siteleri first squirt hit the pillow near my ear. I felt cum land on the side of my face and shoulder and all over my chest, it was going everywhere. I exploded so hard it was like I was turning inside out as Alex continued to pump it out of me.

He moved back and his cock came out of my mouth. I felt a loss, but euphoria at the same time. I looked down and his hand was still wrapped around my cock, we were covered in cum, running down his hand, all over my chest, arms and even a splash on his chest.

Alex picked up the towel and wiped the cum from his chest, arms and hands. He told me to lay back and relax as he placed the towel over me from toes to shoulders. I watched him as he pulled up his shorts and juggled his still erect cock into them. He turned and left the room and I closed my eyes and relaxed in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm and the totally unexpected series of events which led to it.

I left the salon not knowing whether to be embarrassed, relieved, overjoyed or what, but one thing for sure was that my back didn’t hurt any more. During the drive home I reflected on what had occurred and wondered whether I had gay tendencies but reasoned that I was not attracted to men. On one hand I got aroused by women, not men, but on the other his beautiful cock made me very aroused and sucking it gave me a massive orgasm.

It was difficult to stop thinking about it all night being home alone until my wife returned the next day from her trip. I couldn’t think of any possible way that I could bring it up what happened without her getting the wrong idea. “Oh by the way Dear, I had a guy give me a massage and I sucked his cock while he gave me a handjob. Can I go back next week for another?” I hypothesised. I decided that this was something I needed to keep to myself for the time being at least.

During my shower before heading off to bed, I couldn’t help but compare the size of his cock and how exciting it was to feel it as I stood in the flow of the water. My cock was rock hard but I resisted the urge to stroke it rationalising that it was wrong to fantasize about Alex’s beautiful cock.

It was no easier when I got to bed, I just tossed and turned and the image of his hard penis followed me everywhere, but my cock was rigid and would not rest. After all if I had seen a beautiful naked woman then I would have no hesitation of wacking off while fantasizing about her.

I gave in and tossed the covers back and retrieved a bottle of oil from the night stand. I laid back and dribbled some oil on my cock and started to rub it imagining that it was Alex’s hand stroking me. As my lust built I relived the massage in my mind. I recalled how his cock felt in my mouth and how taboo it was for me to give in to my lust. I was close to cumming with my mind firmly fixed at the point where his cock was throbbing in my mouth and his oily hand stoking my cock. Then unexpectedly I imagined what it would have been like if he had filled my mouth with cum right then. It was not a thought that I had even entered my mind before and just the thought of tasting his cum started the familiar feeling at the base of my balls. I looked down at my rigid cock and saw the first squirt fly straight at my face and felt it land on my lips. This just added to my fantasy that he had just cum in my mouth as I licked and tasted it. Lustily I opened wide and aimed my cock in time for the second spurt. With 2 shots of cum in my mouth I just went off, I was thrashing all over the bed, cum flying everywhere, the thought of his throbbing cock in my mouth and the taste of cum on my tongue. I collapsed exhausted with cum all over me again for the second time that night.

I drifted off to sleep thinking, “Would I go back?” But one thing I did know for sure was that my wife was in for a very thorough fucking when she got home.

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I had very little to do with boys through my high school years. I graduated at the end of May and wasn’t due to start college until September so I had over three months in which to enjoy my freedom from studies and exams. My friend Joan and I hung out a lot. I had a few dates mostly with boys who had attended the same high school as me. There were, of course, those dates when I was kissed and my breasts fondled. One boy even got his hand on my inner thigh before I stopped him. I had promised myself there would be no pre-marital sex. I did, however hedge my bets by going on birth control. It wasn’t difficult to maintain celibacy with most of my dates. They were all immature inexperienced fumblers who were incapable of making me feel anything but irritation. One exception was a frightening and painful episode with an older man.

Mr. Simmons and his wife were friends of my parents. They lived a few blocks away from our house and they sometimes sought my services babysitting their 5 year old son. The last time they asked me to baby sit was on a weekend when my parents were out of town and I was home alone. The Simmons always paid me well for my services and I welcomed the prospect of additional money since I wanted to have a healthy bank balance when I went to college in the fall. The Simmons did not stay out late that night and when they returned Mr. Simmons paid me double what they normally did. I assumed it was because I was no longer a schoolgirl and warranted a higher rate. Mr. Simmons had always been kind to me in a fatherly sort of way and I had no reason to feel any suspicion when he offered to give me a ride home.

When we drew up outside our house Mr. Simmons jumped out and came around the car to open my door.

“I know your parents are out of town so I’d better see you safely inside” he said.

Smiling at him I replied, “Thank you, Mr. Simmons, perhaps I can offer you a cup of coffee before you go back.”

“That would be nice” as he ushered me up the walkway to the front door.

On entering the house I took off my jacket and headed straight to the kitchen to set up the Keurig coffee machine. As I was reaching to the overhead cabinet to get a couple of K-cups I became aware that Mr. Simmons had followed me into the kitchen and was standing close behind me; so close that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. His proximity made me uneasy and I slowly came to the realization that this older man might have less than innocent intentions. When his arms encircled me in a vice like embrace with his manhood pressing against my buttocks I froze. I just couldn’t believe that this family friend whom I had known since childhood would behave in this way. He suddenly freed my arms but before I could even attempt to struggle he pushed me forward and down over the counter. I was still paralyzed with shock and was slow to react. In any event I was no match for his size and strength and was helpless under the strong male hand that had me pinned across the counter top. This was no inexperienced boy who could be stopped before going too far.

I felt the air conditioned coolness on the back of my thighs as my skirt was unceremoniously hiked up around my waist and my panties dragged down over my hips. He kicked my feet apart and I felt his free hand groping at my bare behind. By the time it finally registered on my stunned brain that I was being sexually assaulted knowledgeable fingers were parting the lips of my vagina and a thumb was probing my anus. I finally regained my voice and shrieked

“Let me go you old pervert. I’ll see you in jail for this.”

My shouts and threats had no effect. This experienced married man already had one finger deep inside me. Another finger quickly joined the first and though I continued to wriggle helplessly and shout for him to stop the relentless finger fucking continued. Despite the rage I felt at this unwanted violation my body was telling a different story. A warm glow was spreading from my loins, and despite my resentment I knew that his ministrations were overcoming my resistance. My cries of rage were slowly changing to throaty groans and moans that let him know he had succeeded in overcoming my defiance and that I was now subjugated to his will.

Suddenly his fingers withdrew and I was about to re-commence venting my rage when I felt a hot hard rod of flesh slipping up and down between the lips of my sex. The head of his manhood entered me and I stiffened in trepidation; this was my first experience of penetration and I wasn’t sure what to expect.

What I hadn’t expected was the sharp pain as his stiff member suddenly plunged into me. After only a few strokes in and out I heard him grunting and felt his semen jet into me. He withdrew, released me and I turned in time to see his back as he headed for the front door. I was mortified with shame at having been treated this way and spent the next couple of hours contemplating whether I should inform the police and or tell my parents about it. canlı bahis şirketleri In the end I decided to do neither. In retrospect I realize that Simmons had only one thing in mind and that was to satisfy his own needs and didn’t care whether it was a pleasant experience for me. The pain and a little blood from his assault left me feeling that I never wanted to have sex ever again.

It was a few weeks after the incident with Simmons when I met a young man at Joan’s nineteenth birthday party. John and I danced a few times and we arranged to meet the following day. After a couple of dates we seemed to be hitting it off. We liked the same music and enjoyed each other’s company. John was a handsome boy and I had no problem with a little kissing and hugging but he never got any further. Because he never pressed me I felt secure and comfortable in his company. So when he invited me to spend a weekend in the mountains I felt quite comfortable with the invitation and, in any case we would be staying with John’s older brother and his wife at their mountain chalet. When we got there, however, Simon told us that his wife, Susan had just left. Her father having suffered a mild heart attack, she had gone to be with her mother for a few days.

I took an immediate liking to Simon who was about twenty-three and even more handsome than his younger brother. There was also a big difference in their build. Whereas John was only five-feet-seven and slightly built, Simon was a muscular six-feet-four. Slow moving and easy going, he had a great sense of humor and kept us constantly amused.

When John had to go to the nearest town that Saturday to get some groceries I begged off with the excuse that I didn’t feel too well. In truth I just didn’t feel like traveling on those mountain roads, especially since John was an indifferent driver. I felt no trepidation at the thought of being left in the cottage with Simon for a few hours.

In retrospect, I guess I had a bit of a schoolgirl crush on Simon and actually relished the idea of being alone with him. It was for his benefit that I was wearing my sexiest outfit instead of the usual tacky jeans and sweatshirt. That day I had donned a short pleated plaid skirt and a white short sleeved shirt. Of course it was the furthest thing from my mind that Simon would make a pass at me. I just got a thrill from the notion that he might find me attractive and secretly admire me.

After John left, I picked up a book and went to the porch. Sitting on the big swing seat I alternated between reading and gazing out over the beautiful panorama of lake and mountains. I must have been sitting there for about an hour and was beginning to doze when Simon came out and sat beside me. With a big smile he said, “A penny for your thoughts, Donna.”

“O, they’re not worth a penny,” I replied. “I was just enjoying the view.”

“Yes,” he said, “I feel very privileged to have such beauty before me and next to me at the same time.”

I’m sure I was blushing when I responded, “Simon, you’re teasing me, but thank you anyway.” I felt his arm across my back and a large hand gripped my shoulder. He did it so casually, a natural spontaneous gesture that I never thought of protesting. Smiling at me gently he said, “I’m not teasing you. You are a very beautiful girl and John’s a lucky dog. Would you call me a dirty old man and slap my face if I asked for a kiss?”

His request startled me. I hadn’t expected anything like that, yet I still didn’t feel threatened. His deep calm voice was so reassuring. I spoke hesitantly, “No… I mean…I guess it’s all right.”

Bending down and drawing me toward him with his strong arm he brushed my lips with his. This delicate touch was so different from the mashing grinding efforts of my usual dates that it left me with a faint feeling of discontent. But then the lips moved across my cheek and down to the hollow between neck and shoulder. A tingling sensation swept through my body and I trembled a little. A few seconds later, when his lips again met mine, they were still gentle but a little more insistent. This time his tongue slipped between my parted lips and flirted with my tongue.

It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to pass off Simon’s attentions as a friendly gesture. There was no mistaking the passion in his kissing and, through the thin cotton shirt; I could now feel a hard male hand kneading one of my unfettered breasts. My mind was telling me that this was wrong, that I should stop it. He was a married man. A devil within, however, was inciting me to wait a while, to enjoy a little more of this forbidden pleasure. The combination of burning lips and the roving hand, that had now opened a few shirt buttons, was having a devastating effect. My nipples were rampant and aching deliciously as he rolled them sensuously between his fingers.

Finally I found the will to push him away, saying breathlessly, “No, Simon… Please don’t. We mustn’t…” His hand immediately withdrew canlı kaçak iddaa from my open shirt and his lips left mine though he kept his arm around my shoulders. There was a kindly concerned look on his face when he spoke.

“I’m sorry Donna. I didn’t mean to frighten you. It’s just that you’re so beautiful I couldn’t help myself. Please forgive me.”

If he hadn’t been so ready to halt, if he hadn’t been so obviously repentant, I might have heard the alarm bells and broken it off at that point. As it was, my heart went out to this big gentle man. I hugged him, saying, “Please don’t feel bad, Simon. It’s all right. I just don’t want it to get out of hand.” But I didn’t object when his lips once more descended on mine.

This time his hand did not return to my breasts, but after he had been kissing me for a few moments I felt something between my legs. It was so light a touch that, at first, I wasn’t sure what was happening. It took a few seconds for it to sink in. His hand had stolen under my skirt and through my satin panties I could feel his fingers gently caressing my vagina. This was something I had never allowed a boy to do and my brain was telling me to push him away. None of the boys I had been out with, however, had made me feel like this. A paralyzing languor was spreading through my body, stealing any will to resist. I tried to close my legs but the muscles would not respond.

Apparently sensing my subjugation, his kisses became even more passionate. A knee levered my unresisting legs apart, giving his busy hand room to maneuver. Fingers plucked my panties aside and began to explore. At the same time he lowered his head to my breasts and took a nipple in his mouth.

The deft tongue and fingers were awakening sensations more intense than anything I had ever experienced and before long I had totally surrendered to the debilitating effects. Lying helplessly in the crook of his powerful arm, my nerveless legs sprawled wide, I moaned blissfully while he finger fucked me to paradise. Waves of acute sensation washed over me until I finally erupted. I cried out in ecstatic relief.

While I languished in a satisfied euphoria, he divested me of my panties and tossed them carelessly on the porch floor. Hiking my skirt up around my waist, he effortlessly heaved me astride his lap, facing away from him. Pulling the open shirt down over my shoulders, he dropped it on top of the discarded briefs. As he weighed my heavy breasts in his hands and gently fingered the tingling nipples, it dawned on me that he had found time to drop his pants. I could feel his hot burning flesh against my naked bottom.

Something was pulsing beneath me and rising up between my legs. Looking down, I gasped. Jutting up between my parted thighs was a huge thick pole of inflamed muscle. The big burgeoning head was twitching like a snake poised to strike and I saw drops of lubricant oozing from it. I knew it was his intention to impale me on that monstrous thing. Trembling, I began to plead with him, “Please, Simon…”

Strong hands under my armpits had lifted me until I was poised over his hot throbbing penis. I felt it probing and parting the lips of my saturated, defenseless pussy. Then, slowly but inexorably he lowered me on to it. I sucked in a great gulp of air and held my breath as I was filled with his pulsing flesh. O, God, would it never stop. I felt sure it was going to come up my throat. Then, with his cock buried to the hilt, I came to the realization there was no pain. All I felt was a warm liquid sensation that was exciting every nerve end while gradually paralyzing my limbs and ability to think. I let my breath out in a sobbing rush.

Simon sat motionless for a moment, his arms holding me tightly, while his big cock throbbed and twitched within me. It was then that I heard the returning car. “John’s back.” I cried, while trying to jump off Simon’s lap. But the strong encircling arms did not slacken their vice like grip. Unable to move, I cried, “For God’s sake, Simon, let me go. It’s John. He’ll see us.”

“So what?” said Simon laconically? “Who cares?”

I was speechless with shock. Was he mad? How could we let John see us like this? Anyway, it was too late. The car had pulled up and John was getting out. Catching sight of us he stopped, stared, and then slowly climbed the porch steps toward us. I was mortified with embarrassment and, not knowing where to look, I closed my eyes. I heard John’s voice, “So you’ve done it again, big brother. You just can’t keep your hands off my girls. Still, I have to admit, I didn’t think you could fork Donna. She’s never let me get anywhere.”

Simon’s deep voice rumbled in my ear, “You just don’t know how to please a girl, kid. Watch closely, maybe you can learn something.”

If I said I was flabbergasted it would be an understatement. I just don’t know how to express the shock that swept over me when I realized what they were saying. Big Simon intended to continue fucking me while his little canlı kaçak bahis brother John looked on. In any event they weren’t about to consult me. John stood before us, only a foot in front of me. His hand dropped to his crotch and the sound of a descending zipper seemed extraordinarily loud to me in my mesmerized state.

Simon, with his hands around my waist began to raise and lower me in a slow rhythmic movement so that I was sliding up and down the full length of his cock. Within seconds I had recaptured the magic and no longer found it bizarre that I was being taken by a married man while his eighteen-year-old brother watched. The joys to which I was being introduced were too acute to ignore. There was an incredible eroticism in the situation. I had never allowed John to even touch my breasts. Now he was standing in front of me, his face swollen with lust as he enjoyed the picture of his hitherto unattainable girl friend being deflowered by an older brother.

After a while, John stepped toward me. I stared at his quivering penis. It seemed a little shorter, but thicker than his brother’s. But what was he intending to do with it? It was prodding at my lips. Did he expect me to take it in my mouth? Just then Simon changed the direction of his thrusts and the soft head of his driving piston hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside my pussy. I cried out, John’s well oiled member took immediate advantage of my parted lips and my mouth was instantly filled with hot male flesh.

It took a little time but I began to acquire a taste for what was being fed to me. The salty flavor was not unpleasant and the feel of it was strangely soothing. That big mushroom head was like soft velvet, yet vibrant and alive. Tentatively at first but then with increasing confidence I swirled my tongue around the pulsating head. Soon I could feel the urgency building in John. He was making guttural sounds and his hips were jerking convulsively. Then suddenly he withdrew and stepped away.

Meanwhile big brother was relentlessly and rhythmically fucking me senseless. Bouncing up and down on that huge rigid cock, my tits jiggling wildly, I was being carried ever higher toward a peak. Pulsating waves of intense sensation were washing over me; I was moaning and sobbing uncontrollably until finally the dam burst. I was shaken to the core by a series of spasms so acute that I almost blacked out. Almost immediately, Simon bellowed like a bull as he released a flood of warm semen into me.

Now exhausted I wanted nothing more than a few hours of sleep. Simon, as though reading my mind, picked me up, carried me inside to his bedroom and deposited me on the king size bed. He unfastened the plaid skirt that was still rolled up around my waist and removed it. He then left the room. With a grateful sigh I rolled over on my side, pulled up my knees and prepared to get some shut-eye. Then, sensing a presence, I looked over my shoulder in time to see a now naked John sliding on to the bed behind me.

Gathering me in his arms, John tucked himself around me and I could feel his arousal pressing against my ass. Since my pussy was still slack and slippery from Simon’s seminal fluid, his cock met with no resistance as it eased between my thighs and sank into me. With one hand cupped over my pudendum, his fingers were slithering back and forth over my clit while he feverishly plunged in and out. His other arm pulled me tightly into him each time his heaving loins slammed against my tingling fanny.

Tired though I was the well lubricated friction of John’s thrusting cock, assisted by his nimble fingers was beginning to arouse me again. John’s excitement, however, was growing faster than my sated appetite. He came within a few seconds and I felt warm jets of semen spurting into me as he cried out in loud relief. We fell asleep in that position with John’s now inert penis still gripped between my thighs. I awoke sometime during the night to find a sleeping man on either side of me. John was snoring loudly. Big brother Simon, though not snoring was just as soundly asleep. Being careful not to wake them, I slid softly from the foot of the bed and headed for my own room where I gratefully locked myself into the large on-suite bathroom.

When I emerged half an hour later, after a long hot shower, I was much refreshed and wide awake. The small single bed in my room was not inviting so I donned a short silk nighty and unlocked the french doors. I found myself on the wide porch that ran half way around the house. The sound of a running shower was coming from the main bedroom further along, and I could hear muffled male voices. It seemed that John and Simon had also awakened and were freshening up. Standing with my hands on the porch rail I stared over the moonlit valley and relished the feel of a cool summer breeze on my slightly fevered skin. Absorbed in the view, I did not notice that the shower had stopped running in Simon’s bedroom. When I heard his voice behind me, I was startled and turned quickly.

“Enjoying the view again, Donna. I think it’s even more breathtaking at night when there’s a full moon like this. And talking about that, my breath is taken away every time I see you. Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

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It had been a week since we’d seen each other, and I could tell that our bet was starting to affect you. After you’d run your bratty mouth to me, I’d ordered you not to cum for the entire week. Interested to see if you could last the entire week, you obliged. I had to give you credit, I was sure that with the amount of teasing I’d done that you’d give up and beg me to make you cum. But alas, you were determined to resist your urge to submit to me. As I walked into the bedroom, it seemed as though you were holding your breath. You thought you’d won and that I’d fuck you and allow you to cum. But I wanted to see you squirm.

“Lay flat on your back and open your legs,” I commanded, and you moved to lay on your back without breaking eye contact. I reached into the bedside table and showed you the ropes that you hated. You didn’t like when I tied you up because you valued your ability to move as you liked. But by tying you up I was able to hold you in place and tease you for as long as I desired. I tied your legs so that your feet hung slightly off the bed. I moved toward your head and tied your arms so that they were folded across your chest.

“I’m proud of you sweetheart, you made it an entire week without playing with yourself. You’ve earned the right canlı bahis şirketleri to cum, but first I want to see just how much you want it. By the end of the night, if I’m not satisfied that you truly want to cum, you’ll have to go another week. But if you beg me convincingly enough, I’ll allow it.” You seemed to think carefully about my proposal before nodding almost imperceptibly.

I kissed your forehead before reaching again into the bedside table to get your favorite toy: the wand that always left you a quivering mess. Your eyes widened, and I could almost hear your thoughts as you wondered what you’d agreed to. I turned on the wand and the quiet vibrating made your legs twitch, as if you wanted to close them. I placed the wand inside your underwear right against your clit and you gasped and strained against the ropes. You whined and looked at me pitifully. A week of no stimulation didn’t prepare you for the sudden influx of activity. And we were only beginning.

“I think I like this far too much, so I’m just going to watch you move against the wand for a while.” I moved to the far side of the room and leaned against the wall. You tilted your head back in agony and strained against the ropes. You lifted your head to look at me and the canlı kaçak iddaa pure anger on your face made me laugh.

“Please, I-” you started, before I stopped you with a lift of my hand.

“We are only just beginning, slut. I haven’t enjoyed myself enough just yet.” I stepped forward again and as I moved towards the bedside table once again you started to breathe heavier. I lifted nipple clamps from the drawer and pulled your shirt from beneath your arms and put the clamps on both your nipples. Your moan echoed and drowned out the buzzing coming from your underwear. I knew there was only so much I could do to you before you decided to defy me and cum without my permission. I could see how soaked your underwear were, and again you opened your mouth to speak.

“Put your cock inside me, please!” you pleaded. Your lips went into a pout as I slapped your face hard enough for you to know I hadn’t appreciated your tone.

“I make the rules and the demands. Don’t let your desires get you into trouble.” I rubbed my fingers over your pouty lips and you obediently opened your mouth to draw my finger inside. You moaned around my finger and continued to move your hips against the wand between your legs. With my other hand I pushed the wand harder against canlı kaçak bahis your clit and increased the strength. Your gasp allowed me to have my other hand back so that I could tug on the link combining the clamps that were still pinching your nipples. Tears streamed down your face as your body spasmed and your screams left your mouth.

“Please! Please let me cum, I want to cum just for you!” Your frantic words and your twitching body made me feel sorry for you. As much as I wanted to leave you like this all night, you’d done better than I’d expected. You continued to plead with me and your arms were going to be rubbed raw from the way you moved against the ropes. I quickly removed the wand from between your legs and plunged two fingers into your pussy.

“Fuck my fingers and cum, pet” I demanded, but your muscles were already clenching, and you thanked me almost unintelligibly. As your body relaxed you smiled at me so sweetly and innocently. I smirked and removed my fingers before placing the wand back between your legs and turning it on. The confusion on your face was priceless.

“I wasn’t quite satisfied or ready to make you cum yet. It only happened because I love hearing you beg. But now you’ll lay here all night, and if I sense that you cum without asking first, we’ll do this again next week.” You closed your eyes as more tears fell. Even though your bratty mouth would certainly be running again after tonight, I knew you’d hold out as long as you could. You were just so desperate.

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