Ay: Ocak 2021

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

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

As they lay there, still under the spell of the night before Nic and Anna hadn’t noticed that Mark had let himself in.

They had slept naked but Nicole had gotten up to make an early cup of tea so had put on her bra and panties and then gone back to bed and just lay there listening to Anna sleep and drifting in and out of blissful sensual sleep herself. She slowly went into a deep restful sleep and started to dream. She was dreaming about shaving herself and Anna and how nice it would be to have Mark do it for them.

She had always kept herself very neat and tidy especially since Mark was so good at taking care of her down there with his gifted tongue and mouth. He had certainly stoked her imagination and had done things to her that caused such a distraction on such a regular basis that she found herself constantly wet and usually with a couple of fingers in her pussy. The latest, which blew her away, was how she masturbated the other night (thinking about Mark and what a thrill she got when he touched her) with two hands…legs spread unbelievably wide, her sex gushing and one hand working her clit while the other delved into the gorgeous glistening folds of her pussy.

The dream took her to a room….. a large room filled with scents, candles, soft music and a large bath, almost like a roman bath, with enough room for her and a few others…this was good. In the large mirror, she pulled her panties to the side. The sparse light hair just barely visible. It covered her mound in dark little ringlets. She pulled her panties down and off and turned her arse to the mirror to admire the sensitive hairless area that so loved having Mark bury his tongue in.

That is when she noticed in a far corner of this erotically charged room, there in the shadows was a figure that she could not mistake. It was Mark…and there lying luxuriously in the warm water of the tub was Anna. Nicole slipped out of what remained of her underwear and dressed in a silk lavender robe, watching herself. She went languidly to the tub, stood there staring at Anna and dropped her robe to the floor. She loved the feeling of being so exposed especially knowing that it created such an indescribable feeling of lust and want in her lover’s eyes.

Before she entered the tub she retrieved from a small side stand, a washcloth, razor and shaving gel, scissors, and a hand held mirror.

Anna just lay there not saying a word and a sudden soft noise in the corner brought her back to Mark’s presence. Looking over, Nicole noticed, just barely, that Mark was naked and was slowly rubbing his cock. He was another that had taken to the feeling of being shaved. She wanted that cock. The steam was filling the air around her, the mists floating heavily, fogging the mirror. The anticipation of what was to come was building up. Her pussy involuntarily spasming and her thighs were trembling.

In canlı bahis şirketleri her dream she couldn’t help but think what a dirty little girl she was, doing this so openly with Mark and Anna watching her knowing that the feelings in them are also building at an alarming rate.

She positioned herself on the side of the tub, feet dipping into the warmth.

Once in the tub her thighs fell apart and Anna’s eyes immediately went to Nicole’s pussy. Running her hand over her mound and whirling the soft hairs, tugging here and there, tangling them in her fingertips, she picked up the scissors, pulling forward a tiny clump. She snipped and let the hair fall into the tub water. Again, like spun silk, the tiny clumps of hair drop into the water. Trimming as close as she could get until she was satisfied with the look…Anna was now writhing uncontrollably in the water, fingering herself and rubbing her swollen clit.

She loved the look and was excited to see pinker flesh and glistening wet between the folds of skin. She couldn’t help but slip a finger into her slit and bringing that delicious wetness up to her lips, tasting herself.

Next she took the wet washcloth, placing it over her mound. The temperature immediately made her nipples stiffen and the urge to pee washed over her. She faced Anna, making her watch her every move knowing that it would drive her crazy and also noticed that mark had moved closer to the tub, still with cock in hand to watch also. A little gel in her hand, lathering between her palms, she gently applied it to the damp flesh, rubbing in small circles until she was covered completely with the soapy foam.

She felt so naughty doing this. She could feel herself breathing harder. Picking up the razor in her trembling fingers, pulling her skin taut…

With the first pass of the blade over her tender flesh, Nicole was distracted by a noise coming from the other side of the large tub.

Looking out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Mark was now on the edge of the tub facing her with Anna between his legs facing her also. Mark had reached down over Anna’s shoulders and was slowly and sensuously rubbing Anna’s large breasts, causing her nipples to stiffen under his touch. They didn’t think she was watching, so caught up they were in watching her and feeling each other. Mark’s hard cock was rubbing itself between Anna’s shoulders and it wouldn’t be long before he was going to have to bury it somewhere inside Anna. Nicole allowed them this voyeuristic moment and her exhibitionist side was rather enjoying performing for them.

Smiling to herself, she took another swipe with the blade. Hair coming cleanly off in one motion.

What filthy thoughts were going through their minds as they watched her? Would they like a better view?

Still pretending she didn’t know they were there, she could see them canlı kaçak iddaa looking at her, and now Anna had turned slightly and was giving Mark a gorgeous oiled hand job with one hand and had the little finger of her other hand pushing into his arse. She smiled to herself knowing exactly what to do next.

She was done with the shaving and proceeded to clean herself up. Leaning backwards she wrung the hot water out of the cloth and over her pussy lips, washing away and then wiping, the last soapy foam off her tender flesh.

So now, freshly clean and pretty she continued to slowly and teasingly masturbate. Her hands traced the delicate curves of her body, leaving a trail of goose bumps. She loved the fact that they were watching her. Purring like a kitten, she wanted them to hear her, as her hands palmed her breasts, plucking at her nipples, bringing one up to her lips to bite so gently, just enough to make her gasp a bit. She wanted to please all three of them.

Sliding her right hand down her stomach, her hips arched involuntarily. Her fingers parting her fleshy folds of glistening pink. Her middle finger circled her clit, engorged and aching to be sucked. The labia so slick with the desirous sheen of moisture that coated her, making her want to explore further.

Nicole caught Anna and Mark off guard as she swung her leg up and over the tub and turned and looked straight at them. Straddling the tub, leaning forward, her pussy pressed against the soft towel on the edge, she looked at them both with a look that just screamed…”fuck me”. They were surprised and realised that they couldn’t back out now. Her body called to them, rubbing back and forth, riding the tub edge.

Now Mark had Anna standing and bending over, exposing her dripping wet sex and was pushing his now painfully swollen cock into her.

Nicole moved towards them and kissed Anna deeply before bending underneath her to take one hard nipple at a time into her hungry mouth. Mark was slamming himself into Anna as if trying to crawl inside, in a frenzy of pulling Anna back by her hips and him thrusting forward as hard as he could…..he was incredibly deep in her. Nicole made her way around to where the action was, kissed Mark like she had never done before and reached her hand down between Anna’s gorgeous arse and Marks stomach and teasingly pulled his hard cock from her pussy. Anna protested raucously, but Nicole stopped that with a sharp slap to her left arse cheek….she knew how much Anna loved a good spanking…almost as much as she did. With cock in hand, Nicole plunged her mouth down on to Mark’s hard cock and tasted Anna’s juices mixed with the scented bath water and Mark’s own intoxicating scent…..fuck, she was in heaven.

Now, holding his cock with one hand she ran her other up and down the backs of his thighs, using her nails so gently, causing his entire canlı kaçak bahis body to quiver. Almost involuntarily he parted them allowing her better access to his hanging, tight balls. She loved licking them, lips sucking gently on each in turn. Her hand now running up and down the crack of his arse and she could feel it relaxing, welcoming the possibilities.

Her hot breath was all over his belly and groin, nipping towards his cock. Her tongue darted from between her lips, just circling the head once, twice. Slipping over the full length of his cock, up and down the shaft, tongue firm and experienced, from the base up to the tip and circling again. Opening her mouth, taking him in slowly, inch by inch and all the while, Anna who was still in a well elevated state of arousal was rubbing her pussy on the edge of the bath as Nic had done watching the sexual events unfold before her.

Mark couldn’t take his eyes off Nicole as his body gave over to the sensations. Fully in her mouth now, her throat opened to accept him entirely. Moving back and forth, up and down, slowly backing off and catching her breath. But Mark wanted the rhythm to increase and he gave her no choice…

Nicole encouraged Mark to take her by her long hair….She knew he loved its length and silkiness. He grabbed it and wrapped it around his fists. He pulled it hard and showed her exactly how he wanted to be sucked. He moved her head around so he could watch her face in ecstasy. He watched her… moaning over his cock now, the vibrations washing over him. He pulled her hair harder, harder…

He was close now, she could feel it and she wanted him too, she wanted them both, over and over again. She wanted to taste that hot cum as his cock erupted. She wanted to feel it hit in spurts against the back of her throat. She wanted to taste its saltiness and lick her lips with its stickiness…

She wanted to feel him pulse and jerk, cum all over her tits, if that’s what wanted, fuck he could get her to absolutely anything at the moment, on her face????, maybe…..

She never wanted this to end….she was so close to cumming, they all were. The sounds of sex and wetness and moaning filled every corner of this heavenly room, the sensations were indescribable……

That’s when she woke out of quite possibly the most powerful erotic dream she had ever had. When she had gained full consciousness, still with her eyes closed, she noticed that she was no longer wearing anything and that she had managed to get four fingers into her pussy and had that ever familiar tingle in her arse. The wet spot on the bed made her think that she had peed, but the smell made her think otherwise and recognised that all too familiar fragrance of her own pussy….

When she finally opened her eyes to a gentle beam of sunlight peering through a slightly parted curtain, the silhouettes of two familiar people came into her field of vision and she realised that it was Mark and Anna, both naked, teasing each other’s pleasure places and smiling at her with big beautiful smiles, each gently stroking her with their other hand… This was going to be a great day.

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

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

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

I hate my hometown. Some people say they are from a one horse town? Mine is a half ass village. I mean, technically it’s a city, with a population of over 13 thousand. However, it’s one of those cities where everyone knows everyone, is possibly related, and once a rumour starts you will never live it down.

And here I am, back after 10 years away.

Kids today have it easy, anti-bullying campaigns, peanut allergy warnings and fucking participation awards. Not this guy. As the awkward loner in high school I was beat up, stuffed into lockers and one time forced to eat plaster of Paris. Needless to say, as soon as I got my chance? I was the fuck out of there and hoping to never look back. College, using my brains to get into the world of finance, use that money to get my teeth fixed, start working out, discover who I am, fuck girls that never would have given me the time of day in high school.

Revenge is a powerful motivator.

So why the hell am I back here?

That would be Phil’s fault. He’s my best bud since we played with action figures in the sandbox behind his house. All through our formative years, it was just the Phil and Steve show, a couple of lonely, awkward virgins trying to survive being teenagers. While I may have left this place, he stayed. Opened a restaurant, hired a waitress, and now he was set to marry her.

Good job, Phil.

I had the noble duty of being the best man. Even after a couple of years of not really talking, Phil thought I would make the best choice. So I flew out, grabbed a hotel room, and now here we are – me getting ready for his bachelor party.

It’s not like in the movies. There’s no stripper out of a cake, wild misadventures where we lose the groom and certainly no donkey show. Just a few of us hitting the local club and getting as shit faced as we can. I of course use the term club loosely, more like a hole in the wall that smells like stale beer and warm piss where girls almost half my age would be getting white girl wasted, dance barefoot to whatever shitty R&B garbage was playing and dudes trying desperate to bring the one home that has the least puke in her bleached hair.

39 years old and a club for the local youngin’ population really isn’t my scene, but it’s where Phil wanted to go. He picked me up from his hotel with two of his work buddies, Josh and Gary – I vaguely remember them from high school, though Josh nearly went bug eyed when he saw me.

“Holy shit! Is that Steve Eastman? Dude! What the fuck? You look like…like…”

I blinked at him a few times while he tried to find the words, fuck this was awkward.

“Like a bad ass!” Phil cut in as he came over and gave me a hug in the lobby of the hotel I was staying at.

“Uhh, thanks?”

Phil wasn’t looking so bad ass. Here I was, some what muscular build, head full of brown hair, wearing an outfit that probably cost more than the car they came in and Phil was in jeans, t-shirt and at least 30lbs. overweight. The same went for the other two, I looked like the head of some pyramid scheme about to sucker 3 dads out of their mortgages.

Off to the club.

Josh was the class clown type back in the day, that one kid every one liked but wasn’t popular with the ladies. His family owned a local food market that he of course would later take over as owner/operator. Gary I barely knew, he ran with the shop kids, and was now a full time auto mechanic. Both married, both with 2.5 kids. This place never changes.

So, what you been doin’, man!?” Josh asked far too loudly. “You vanished after grad! I heard stories you joined the military, a cult, a hobo…”

“Nah, I work for an insurance firm that deals with clients globally.” I replied.

“Well look at Mr. Fancy Pants here! Show me the money!” Josh quoted in the wrong context. Ugh. This was going to be one of those nights.

Four guys walk into a club. That’s not a joke. It was around 9:30pm, way too early. The place only had a few locals at the VLTs gambling away their lives, the music wasn’t blaring quite yet and only a few of the younger crowd were around. I needed about 6 shots of tequila to maybe drown out Josh’s annoying voice and outdated jokes, but I needed to pace myself so a beer would be a good start.

We found a table, standing around, drinking, chatting. Sports, relationships, the fucking weather. Bringing up old war stories about our younger years, what happened to certain classmates; who died, got married – pretty much the same thing if you ask me.

Yeah, sure. One day I would like to settle down, but I enjoy my single life. The occasional college intern or hook up from a phone app gets boring, but seeing these three, jeans and t-shirts, beer guts and male pattern baldness? Not very inspiring.

About an hour in and I start to relax, share some stories, tell the boys about chasing tail, fine dining and travelling across the globe to meet clients.

“Dubai?” Phil looked shocked, “What the fuck is a dungeon master like you doing in Dubai?”

“Helping illegal bahis a prince insure his billion dollar car collection.”

Jaws, meet floor. Pick them up quick, boys – who knows what shit is on there.

Honestly, I don’t like to brag. It was a lot of hard work, starting at the bottom of a totem pole in a firm, working myself to upper management through blood, seat, tears and a bit of cocaine. Now I manage collections of art, cars, homes, etc of the filthy rich. The type of rich Oprah wishes she was.

“Well, I know who is paying for our drinks tonight!” Gary laughed.

“Speaking of…” Phil waved his empty beer bottle at me, “…I need a refill.”

11:30pm and the 18-21 crowd is coming in, most already half drunk from pre-gaming at their homes or a local lounge. None of them even pay us any attention as the dance floor starts to fill up and we continue drinking our asses off, now and then slipping outside to the enclosed deck area for fresh air or a cigarette.

By the time 1am rolled around I was in a the men’s room, draining about 10 beers and a few shots from my bladder, smelling of booze and pretty light headed. Normally it’s a few drinks at a restaurant bar and I head home, it had been seen college that I had pounded this many back. Took my piss, shook my dick, remembered to stuff it back in my pants, wash my hands and then head out to find the guys. When I finally saw them again, they were out on the patio, smoking cheap, filtered cigars – and they were not alone.

“Steve! C’mere!” Phil slurred, “I want you to meet…”

“Sam!” Said this tiny girl with blond hair, tight fitting black top and skinny jeans, extending a small hand to me which I shook while probably having a stunned fuck look on my face.

“Sam is one of my waitresses!” Phil announced, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

Sam, full name Samantha, was a fresh faced 18 year old, though I am sure she got carded coming in here. Blue eyes, shoulder length hair that had been curled a bit for a night out. A solid 8…maybe even a 9, with a bubbly voice and not afraid to be flirty as she plopped her ass in Gary’s lap, nearly causing him to spill his rum and coke.

She was drunk as fuck.

Apparently Sam had been here with some friends but they had been partying much earlier and harder than we were and split – she would have too if not for Phil who drunkenly offered to use my cash flow to keep buying drinks all night.

1:30am, last call. We’re drunk, we’re rowdy, and we can’t keep our hands off Sam. Not that she minded. That girl went from lap to lap, stealing puffs of cigars. Half cut as I was, I got an instant hard on when her tight little ass in jeans pressed against my crotch.

“Ohhh, someone’s excited!” She blurted.

“You blame him?” Josh said with what could be best described as smirk – worst, a lop sided, drunken grin of a lecherous old bastard.

“Mmm, no I can’t…” She muttered, wiggling her butt down on me, “Can’t blame me either, this man is packing something won there!”

Last call passed, the ugly lights are about to come on. I head to the bar to pay our tab, weaving through crowds of drunk young people. There goes $300. As I started heading back, the three dads along with Sam wave at me from the club entrance.

“Well, guys, it’s been fun…” Is started as a rejoined them, only to be cut off by Phil.

“Fun’s not over, bud! We’re gonna grab a two-four and I say all five of us head back to your hotel room and keep this party going!”

“I dunno, guys…it’s pretty late.”

“Aw, c’mon man! Sam wants to keep drinking with us!” Gary said, looking at me like a fucking puppy wanting a treat.

“Yeah!” Same blurted, “I want to keep drinking! Woo!” She ran over and wrapped her arms around my waste, gyrating her body against mine. “C’mon Shhhteve…don’t you wanna?”

“Yeah, Steve, don’t ya wanna?” Josh laughed.

“Yeah, Steve, don’t you want…”

“OKAY!” I stopped Phil, “Fuck it, get a cab and we’ll hit the vendor, but you mother fuckers keep it down.”

I pity the poor cab driver that picked us up, bunch of guys, one girl, all yelling, laughing – but that was par the course for a Friday night in this town. Gary, Phil, Same and I were squished in the back while Josh rode shotgun with the cabby. That’s how small of a town this is, in the big city if you tried to sit up you would probably be shot, but here?

“Hey, thanks, Tom! I’ll see you next week at your kids’ birthday!” Everyone knew everyone.

We tried to be as quiet as we could getting to my room. Fuck the hotels here too. A local baseball tournament was going on in town, and this chain hotel was the only one with a room left, a shitty 2 double bed affair with bathroom, mini fridge, rattling AC and TV as small as my work laptop.

Of course, TV was the last thing on our minds.

I unlocked the door to my room and let them walk in, but before I could, Phil stopped me.

“Dude, hold on a sec.” Gary, Josh and Sam went in and the illegal bahis siteleri door closed behind them.

“Hey, whats’ up?” I looked to Phil who had a big shit eating grin on his face.

“Nothin’, bud.”

“Well let’s get in and drink some beers then, it’s fucking late, man. Feelin’ a little jet lagged.” I reached to put my card key in the door and Phil stepped in between.

“Wait.”

“For fuck sake, Phil.” If he was going to give me the bros for life speech and get all emotional about me coming here to be his best man, he had better hurry, I needed to take a piss.

“Steve, I need you to promise me something.”

“Sure.” I signed.

“No.” he clasped his hand on my shoulder, “You’re my boy, Steve. It’s always been you, the Phil and Steve show. But I need you to fucking promise me right now.”

“Fine, Phil. What is it?”

“Don’t tell Sheila.” His bride to be.

“Don’t tell Sheila what?” I am a pretty stupid drunk.

“You’ll see.” He slipped his hand from my shoulder and stepped out of the way.

Keycard meet lock, click, open the door and be greeted to an image I would never forget. A sobering experience that was better than any cup of hot coffee.

Sam was on the edge of the bed, her shirt and bra pulled up over a nice pair of creamy white tits, and both Gary and Josh were standing before her, pants around ankles as she stroked both their cocks, taking turns on each of them with her mouth.

Click. The door shut behind me.

Phil was walking over to the three, already unfastening his pants and bringing out his half hard prick, stroking it in his fist.

“You bein’ a good girl, Sam?” he said as he squeezed between Gary and Josh. She stopped sucking off Josh’s dick to speak, but kept stroking the him and Gary.

“Of course, Mr. Thomas. You know I am always a good girl for you.”

“Atta girl.” Phil muttered, placing his right hand on the top of her blonde head. “Now get to work, it ain’t going to suck itself.”

What the actual fuck was going on? I wanted to ask that, but instead I just stood there, tent in my pants as I watched this 18 year old girl open her mouth wide and take in Phil’s fat cock head while continuing to stroke off the other two. I probably would have stayed standing at the door way all night if Josh didn’t look over at me,

“Yo, Eastman. Don’t be a little bitch, man, come over here. You’re missing out!”

I kicked off my shoes and did just that, shuffling over like the walking dead to get a closer look at what was taking place.

In her left hand, Gary’s cock, actually pretty small, at best 4 inches, precum glistening on his tip and him moaning as Sam’s little hand worked at his shaft. In the middle, Phil. He was much more well endowed, in fact, that was the biggest fucking prick I had ever seen, a 9 inch thick piece of meat that he thrust into Sam’s mouth – each time making the girl hum, moan and squeal around it while she drooled. As far as I remembered, he wasn’t that big. Right hand was Josh, who looked as hung as me, I would guess 7 and 1/2, a nice fat head and he smiled at me,

“There you go, bud. Get that cock out and let Sam have a look.”

Consciously, I had no control over my actions. I was in a dreamlike state as I dropped my pants and exposed myself not only to Sam, but the three other guys in the room. As soon as it was out, my cock head slapped against my taut stomach.

“Nice, prick, bro.” Gary said with a grunt as he looked down on it.

“Here, she’s all yours.” Phil said as he took his cock from Sam’s hand and stepped back, going manual on his shaft with his fist. I quickly took his place.

Sam’s blue eyes darted to my prick and she moaned around Phil’s cock. Her free hand quickly grasped my shaft and began working it, soft skin jerking me off in the direction of her perfect set of tits.

“Holy fuck.” I finally managed to say.

“Feels good, don’t she?” Phil looked at me with a grin, “She’s such a cock hungry slut, man. Ngh…” he trust his huge cock deep in her mouth and she coughed, “Been fucking her for awhile.”

All I could hear from Sam was a muffle ‘mmhmm’ as she tried her best to please that meat hammer that fucked her face.

“Shit…Phil…this is fucked up, man…” My reasoning was trying to fight against instinct, but my cock was as hard as forged steel.

“Just enjoy it, bro.” Josh said as he climb up on the bed, getting behind Sam so he could dip a hand down between her jeans, rubbing sat her crotch through her jeans, “What happens in here stays in here. Phil said you would be down, he’s told us what you and him used to jerk to back in the day. So, get down with it, bro.”

Back in the day, when we were still young and awkward, when porn magazines that were found under a parents bed had not been replaced by streaming porn in HD. When two young men started by jerking off in the dark, talking about girls, the things we wanted them to do, what we wanted to to them with only the vaguest knowledge canlı bahis siteleri of sex in our minds. The grunting in the dark, until that one time it was just too much and Phil asked if I needed a hand. Jerking each other until our loads dripped won our cocks and stuck between our fingers. The denial, the questioning of sexuality: ‘am I a fag?’ I would wonder, am I the thing jocks called me? That was until the next time when we blew each other.

I can’t believe he had told them that! I also couldn’t believe the knowledge of them knowing that made me even harder as a bead of pre formed on my tip.

“We’re all friends here, Steve. We have all had those experiences.” Phil whispered to me; all I could do was nod as I my legs started to shake. “And tonight we’re going to experience something else. You wanna get the lights Gary?”

As soon as the the room went dark, all bets were off.

I felt stubble against my groin as someone began to suck me off; the curtains were drawn, it was nearly pitch black in the room. It took a long time for my eyes to adjust before I saw Josh swallowing my cock and playing with my balls while Phil and Gary had started to jerk each other off on the bed, and Sam, that fucking incredible blonde, was stripping down to nothing before them.

“F-fuck…” I stammered, trying to take it all in – much like Josh was trying to take my cock down his throat. I didn’t realize it, but I was thrusting against his face, and somehow my right hand was rubbing the top of his short, dark brown haired head. “I need to sit…”

Josh pulled his mouth off my cock but wrapped his fingers around it,

“Do what you need to do, bro, get comfy, I am just waiting for our turn.”

Our turn?

I looked back to Gary, Phil and Sam and instantly understood what he meant. Sam was her back, head hanging off the edge of the bed as Phil’s massive prick filled her mouth. Meanwhile, Gary was on top of her, his little cock pounding into her cunt with loud, wet slapping noises.

Josh and I sat on the second bed across, facing them. He continued to stroke my dick as I watched the two men use Sam for all she was worth – the little bit of street light coming int to reveal the ropes of drool that came out of the corners of Sam’s mouth, glistening as the streams slashed across her face and into her hair.

“Hey, man, don’t leave me out. I am dying here.” Josh whispered to me.

Shit. For a split second I didn’t know what he was on about until he looked down at his own hard as rock rock and then to mine in his fist.

“Uhhh, yeah…” I gingerly reached for his tool and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling it throb in my grasp, already slick with his precum. I started to jerk him, trying to keep in time with his strokes. Fuck, I felt awkward, like oh so long ago when I first grabbed Phil’s fat cock.

“Mm, fuck that feels good.” Josh reassured me.

“Yeah…you too.” I replied.

On the other bed, Gary’s slight beer gut mashed against Sam’s little body as he drove his cock into her, causing her to moan louder and louder when she wasn’t gagging on Phil’s cock. Her tits were mashed in Gary’s big hands, and he leaned down to kiss the young woman on the neck, muttering to her,

“Mmf, fucking slut,we’re going to breed you tonight. Ngh, fuck, you ready, whore?”

Sam just moaned loudly around Phil’s cock.

“FUCK!” Gary let out a loud grunt and right then I knew he came, giving Sam one final trust as his legs trembled and he pumped inside of her. I don’t recall anyone handing out condoms – they were bare backing this girl? His body slumped against her, “Mmm, such a good girl.”

“Shit, I am close.” Phil said, though I could barely hear him over the sound of my heart pounding in my chest and Sam’s gagging and sputtering. “Gonna take a break, you want in, Josh?”

“Fuck yeah, bro!” Josh released his hold on my cock and I him as he stood up. Phil removed his prick from Sam’s mouth, the girl gasped for air and coughed. Even in the tiniest bit of light, I could see her face was a sexy mess. “On you knees slut!”

As Josh got ready to fuck Sam, Phil plopped on the bed next to me, stroking that monster prick of his.

“Probably should have warned you, bud.”

“Ya think?” I said, starting to jerk off again as I heard a loud smack and squeal as Josh slapped Sam’s pale ass. “So she didn’t just randomly show up I am guessing?”

“Ha!” Phil laughed, “Dude, this was our plan for the start. Well, sort of. We thought you wouldn’t be into it so we were just going to use her in the park, but as soon as we saw you staring at her, and you didn’t resist her ass on your dick, I had a feeling.”

“Just like we talked about back then…” My eyes went from Josh fucking Sam behind while her head was in Gary’s lap, over to Phil’s cock.

“Of course.” He grinned. “And I knew Sam would be into it, this isn’t our first rodeo.”

“Mm, you like it, bitch? Like this cock fucking you?” Josh grunted at Sam, giving her ass another hard slap.

“Yes, Mr. Adams, fuck me…use my filthy pussy…”

I then felt Phil grab a hold of my cock.

“He’s going to cum quick, so you ready for this?”

“For what?” I asked, completely clueless and throbbing in the fist of my best friend.

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

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

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

His first name was Michael, but ever since I was a little girl I have always called him Mr. Kay. I grew up in the same neighborhood, right down the street from him. And now I take care of Pam, his beautiful little daughter.

This job felt important, and I loved every minute I got to be with Pam. I guess I was avoiding going back to my house, and I was staying at Mr. Kay’s house, a lot.

I was at my baby-sitting job with little Pam, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about my Mom coming in my room the other morning, and my heart was just pounding. This is going to make me crazy. Okay, I need to focus on my job, and on Pam. I had just spent the most beautiful three days with the sweetest little girl. I’ve been working as Pam’s baby-sitter a lot lately. She is so adorable, she just turned five, and she is really smart and funny.

Good, concentrating on my job is calming me down.

Pam’s father, Mr. Kay, has been away on a three-day business trip, and this was the longest time I had taken care of her without him. I stayed at the house each night with Pam in her room across the hall. I didn’t want to go home, especially after what happened with my Mom that awful morning. All I wanted was to stay here, and loose myself in little games and bath-time with Pam. Today we played outside together in the snow, and we even made a snowman!

I knew Mr. Kay appreciated my help with his daughter. This felt important, especially because he has been so emotional since his wife died. Her name was Kelly, and that awful car accident was just three years ago.

I grew up just down the street, and I still live there with my Mom. I was only 14 years old when I started baby-sitting for Mr. and Mrs. Kay, this was before the accident. I really liked both of them, and they were always so nice to me.

I remember that terrible day when I heard about the car accident, and how serious it was, I ran down the street to Mr. Kay’s house and took care of Pam while he went to the hospital to stay with Kelly. It felt so good that I could help him in such a hard time like that.

I was at the house continuously for the next three days while Mr. Kay stayed with his wife. I was with Pam on the third day, when one of the neighbors came over and told me she had died.

The next few weeks were sort of a blur for me. Mr. Kay was totally shaken, and he wasn’t really functioning. He stayed in his room a lot, and I took on the role of caretaker for little Pam. I was just 15 at the time and little Pam was only two, and I can’t believe how much of a role I played in their lives. The weeks turned to months, and the months turned to years. And slowly Mr. Kay began to take part in the world around him. He was healing.

Somewhere during that time, I started to spend the night at their house, in the guest bedroom next to Mr. Kay’s room, and across the hall from Pam. At first it seemed funny, but it was so important if Pam needed any help in the middle of the night. There were a lot of times I could hear Mr. Kay crying thru the wall, and it broke my heart to know how hard it was for him.

Little by little, I ended up sleeping nights in that room a lot. And one day Pam presented me a little sign. It was made of brightly colored paper with big cut out letters. It said Nina’s ROOM, and it was so adorable. I know Mr. Kay must have made it, but I thanked little Pam with a huge hug and we made a sort of ceremony of taping it to the door – well, to my door. It was a really special event for me, it made me feel like I was a real part of the family.

* * *

This is a funny thing to admit, but just the other day I broke my glasses, so I had to get a new pair. When I was at the store I picked out a pair that were really different than the ones I broke. I think they look really cute. They are just simple little librarian glasses, and for some reason I just loved them.

And that same day, I got a haircut. I don’t know why, I just felt really inspired. Now my hair is short, and I really like it. I think it looks super cute. Even my Mom likes it.

Anyway, the very next time I went over to baby-sit for Pam, Mr. Kay met me at the door, and he sort of flinched when he saw me. He looked really scared or something, and I wasn’t sure what was wrong. It took just a moment for him to calm down, and he was trying to act normal again. But it really confused me. I didn’t understand what happened until later that night, I was in the bathroom, and I saw myself in the mirror. And – I know this sounds crazy – But I had the same kind of glasses that his wife Kelly used to wear, and I cut my hair really short the same way she had her hair cut too.

It’s funny, I mean – I thought I looked pretty, but at the same time, it was a weird thing for me to do, and I didn’t understand it. Later, when Mr. Kay came home, he acted totally normal and sweet like he always does. So I tried not to think about it after that.

But it confused me, and it made me feel emotional.

* * *

Okay, on the third night at the house alone with Pam while Mr. canlı bahis şirketleri Kay was away, we were having a perfectly lovely time together. I had made dinner and both of us had eaten when the phone rang. It was Mr. Kay and he explained that he would be home later than expected, the snowy weather had delayed his flight, and he might not be back to the house until well after midnight.

I said, “Don’t worry about anything, Pam and I are both fine, we’ve been having fun.”

He said, “Oh Nina, that makes me feel so good.”

“Sure, it’s been really nice.”

“I can’t thank you enough.”

I explained what we had been doing, and how good little Pam has been.

There was a long pause, and I eventually asked, “Mr. Kay, are you still there?”

“Yes, I’m – I’m here.” He sounded shaky, “I just feel – so happy – that you’ve been there for Pam. And for me. It means a lot, really.”

He sounded so sweet, and it was really touching for me, I actually thought I might start to cry.

I said, “Oh Mr. Kay, don’t worry, you are welcome, I love Pam, and I love helping you too.”

“Thank you, I’m glad. I’ll try to be quiet when I get home.”

We talked for a little longer, but I think both of us were a little bit surprised at how emotional we were being, so we said good-bye.

Mr. Kay has been really kind to me. He and his wife got married really young, and had little Pam soon after. I remember when I first started baby-sitting for them; he and Kelly were the perfect couple. There was something so beautiful about them, especially when they were together. But since Kelly died, there is something so sad about Mr. Kay, and even though he is tall and handsome, there is something so sad in his eyes. I wish I could help him, to somehow make him feel – well – less sad.

After I hung up the phone, I explained to little Pam that her father would be home late to night.

She asked, “How late? Will I be asleep?”

I told her, “I bet you will be in bed, we both will, when your father comes home. But don’t worry, he’ll come in and kiss you – I know he will.”

She said, “I miss him.

I told her, “I miss him too.”

Then I went upstairs and filled the tub with warm water so I could take a bath with Pam. This had become normal for us during the last few days. I used to just give her a bath, but with Mr. Kay out of the house I ended up taking my clothes off and just climbing into the tub with her.

I found an old bottle of apricot scented bubble bath soap under the sink, way in the back. I added this to the tub and it created a lot of bubbles, and it filled the bathroom with a really sweet apricot smell.

It was fun, and it was so cute sitting together in the soapy water playing with all her little toys. We had little boats and funny ducks, I loved it, and so did she.

We played in the tub together for a long time, and finally we got out. Pam ran out of the bathroom as soon as I toweled her dry. She went to her room to put on her pajamas.

Then, I was all-alone in the bathroom. And for some reason, it felt scary.

I was so unsettled as I dried off after the bath. I looked at myself, naked, in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door.

Mr. Kay always describes me as petite, and that’s a really nice way of saying that I’m small. I actually like it when he says that, but I just don’t understand why I always feel so sad when I see myself naked in the mirror like this.

As looked at my reflection, I was, as always, immediately fixated on my tiny breasts. They are just so small, it’s like they aren’t there at all. I feel so sad when I see myself like that, it just seems so unfair.

I mean, I guess – that I always think about, was my breasts. Yes, I know, this must sound weird, but I just can’t help it. I can get obsessive about them. I have little tiny trainee breasts. Well, anyway, that’s what I call them. They are VERY small. I guess they stopped growing when I was about twelve years old. It’s embarrassing, I mean – I’m eighteen years old now, but my breasts are still in the sixth grade.

The fact is that I’m tiny all over, I’m short, and I have short hair and narrow shoulders. My hips aren’t too wide and I have a sort of small bottom.

I turned a little sideways and looked at my reflection.

Oh god – My nipples are so prominent, like – I have almost NO boobs, but I have these pointy nipples, I don’t understand it.

To make things even more awkward, even though my breasts are so tiny, for some reason, my nipples can get really hard, to the point where it’s embarrassing for me to wear certain clothes, like I just cannot wear tight t-shirts. My nipples are just so obvious – even with a bra. It’s something that makes me feel so self-conscious.

And right then, I went to put my little bra back on, even though I knew I was going to sleep soon.

It’s funny, but every time I put my bra on I sort of think to myself, “Okay, I know my breasts are really tiny, and I know don’t NEED a bra. The reason I wear canlı kaçak iddaa this little bra – is because I am just so humiliated about how easy it is to see my nipples through my shirt – and this little bra helps.”

It’s just so inappropriate for me to wear certain clothes, and wearing a bra helps hide my nipples, it helps cover them up. My nipples always seem to show through whatever I wear, and it can be really embarrassing. That’s why I wear a bra, even to sleep at night.

Plus, I feel like wearing a bra in Mr. Kay’s house is like, necessary. Like it’s my uniform or something.

I felt sad looking at myself in the mirror, but I knew that I was being silly.

I mean – for a long time after Kelly died Mr. Kay was so intensely sad, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to help. That really scared me; I was worried he would never smile again.

I was concerned because of the way my Mom had changed. I mean, my Mom has become really strict and nervous since my dad died. And it worried me, that Mr. Kay would somehow suffer like my Mom did, and it would change him. I was really young when my dad died, and I have just a few memories of him, mostly that he was tall and that he dressed so nice. And my image of him was of someone who was healthy and sweet. I know my Mom loved him too, and it just brakes my heart to see her so distraught, all these years later.

My mom can be so mean. She seems to act so rigid with me. I think that’s a big part of the reason I spend so much time at Mr. Kay’s house. And it’s been a huge relief to have my own room here. I still spend some nights at home with Mom, but it can be hard, especially – since – the other morning – when…

Suddenly, I had this dark flash; it was a blur of memories – of my Mom – and her voice from the other morning. When she – when she – came into my room.

My heart was suddenly beating faster, with a creepy mixture of fear and shame.

Oh god – I can NOT think about that.

I stood there looking at myself, naked in the mirror, and I seemed to focus on my pubic hair, I don’t know why, but its really thin and pale, and right then I felt so heartsick.

I quickly put my tiny little bra on, and then my plain white panties – and then my long nightgown.

Pam was already in bed when I came out of the bathroom, and I sat next to her and read a bed time story, and then another.

She was so sleepy and cute, that I managed to deny how emotional I was in the bathroom – looking at myself in the mirror.

At some point I just climbed under the covers with Pam and snuggled as she fell asleep. It was really cozy, and I think we both really loved it. I lay there and listened to the quiet sound of her breathing. And she smelled so sweet and nice after our apricot bubble bath together.

Oh God, I just had a flash again, about my Mom coming in my room and my heart started beating. This is going to make me crazy. I cannot let myself think about it.

Okay – I’m freaked out – I can’t handle this. I need to think about nice things. Like being with Pam, and how much fun we’ve had. Or, how kind Mr. Kay has been to me. Yes, he’s been so sweet. It really feels nice, I mean, Mr. Kay has helped me, he’s been so wonderful. Good. Just making myself to think about him seemed to calm me down.

This is much better, it’s working. I need to think only of Mr. Kay as I fall asleep.

Okay, there is something so soothing about Mr. Kay. I like the fact that he’s a tall, He run a few times a week, and it makes him seem so fit. He’s always dressed nice, and he always talks so quiet and calm, and his voice just makes me feel so peaceful.

He seems so healthy, I mean, lately he’s so much better compared to the dark year after Kelly died. And maybe I helped him, at least a little.

I snuggled in close to Pam and let the image of Mr. Kay fill my head as I listened to her soft breathing. I slowly drifted off, content and warm.

* * *

The next thing I knew, I was waking up out of a deep sleep, and the light was on in the hall, I was just barely aware of what was happening.

I looked over and there was Mr. Kay sitting on the side of the bed, kissing little Pam. Maybe it was just the dimly lit room, but he looked so handsome and calm.

I heard Little Pam say, “Hello Daddy.”

He softly replied, “Hello to you too, baby.”

She said, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

In her tiny voice, Pam said, “While you were away, me and Nina took a bubble bath together. We had lot of fun, it was nice.”

“Good for you. That sounds wonderful.”

I looked up, with sleepy eyes at Mr. Kay and said, “Welcome home.”

He looked at me and replied, “Hi Nina, did the little angel keep you busy?”

“She was a delight.”

Then Mr. Kay whispered, “I’m glad to be home, now you two need to get back to sleep.”

Pam whispered, “I love you daddy.”

He leaned in and gently kissed her on her forehead and said, “I love you too Pam.”

I started to get up and out of the bed, canlı kaçak bahis and Mr. Kay said, “It’s okay Nina, you can sleep here if you want.”

I said, “I think, maybe, I should sleep down the hall, in my room.”

He asked, “Are you sure?”

I said, “I think so, Pam can get kind of squirmy sometimes.”

I sat up in bed, and I whispered to little Pam, “I love you.”

And then I kissed her goodnight, picked up my funny little librarian glasses from the night stand and put them on and walked out of the room with Mr. Kay.

I felt a little bit foggy as we stood in the hall just outside Pam’s door. I am so short compared to Mr. Kay; right then he seemed SO tall. I looked up at him and quietly asked how his trip was.

He whispered, “We should be quiet, it’s late.”

We both walked down the hall and went in to the guest room, well, my room really. And he closed the door so our talking wouldn’t bother Pam.

I could tell something was wrong, that Mr. Kay was worried about something.

I sat on the edge of my bed, and Mr. Kay sat in the chair across from me. We talked for a little while, and I told him how nice Pam was while he was away.

He was wearing a white business shirt and a nice pair of pants. It felt funny, almost like he was too formal or something. Especially with me wearing my long nightgown. It’s funny, I felt like such a little girl and he seemed like such a grown up, sort of professional, he looked so serious.

I could tell something was on his mind, I asked, “What are you thinking?

“I’m not sure, something smells nice.”

“Really?”

“Something smells sweet, like a fruity shampoo – or something. Is it you?”

I thought for a moment and said, “Is it – maybe – from the bubble bath I took with Pam?”

He looked at me for a second before saying, “You mean – that bottle of apricot bubble bath soap, from under the sink?”

“Yes, Pam and I took a bath together and used some. Was that okay?”

He smiled is a sort of nervous way and said, “Of course, it – it smells – really nice.”

I suddenly felt totally embarrassed.

All I could think of is that it must have been Kelly’s bubble bath and the sweet apricot smell must remind him of her.

What followed was a long awkward pause, and Mr. Kay seemed preoccupied with something. I sat there, at the edge of the bed, feeling embarrassed in my nightgown. I’m so short my feet don’t touch the floor, so I swung them like a nervous little girl.

Then, in a thoughtful voice, he asked me, “How have you been?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I could tell he was really serious. I was apprehensive about the way my little glasses must have looked, and my new short haircut. And now I realized that I even smell like Kelly.

I replied, “I’ve been – well – good – I guess.”

He looked directly at me, and said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can.”

“The other morning, when I left for this trip, when you got to the house, you seemed – upset.”

I knew right away what he meant. Oh God – that was the morning that my – my – Mom came in my room – and…

My heart started pounding. I couldn’t say anything, I was so intimidated I just stared at him – silently.

Mr. Kay asked, “Did I do anything, or say anything, to make you feel bad?”

I realized he was blaming himself for me being emotional that morning, and I stammered, “Oh no – Mr. Kay – No, you didn’t do anything to make me feel bad – no. I’m sorry, this is so – I don’t know – it’s – it’s – so embarrassing.”

He softly said, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to ask anything personal.”

I hesitated before I spoke, “No – it’s okay – its just – it’s just…”

And I could hear the intense nervousness in my voice, I sounded so frightened. And he heard it too. Something was flooding over me, something scary.

He said, “Nina, something was wrong, I could tell, and I was worried about you the whole time I was gone.”

I looked at him, and I desperately wanted to be honest, but how could I tell him what had happened.

“Oh Mr. Kay, I don’t know – it’s too…”

“Please Nina.”

“I don’t know – it’s TOO embarrassing…”

“Don’t worry, I want to help, really – I do.”

Right then – Listening to Mr. Kay beautiful kind voice, telling me he wanted to help, somehow – I felt so comforted.

I realized how sincere and kind he was being, and I said, “Oh God, thank you, it really helps me to hear you say that.” He looked at me with his beautiful sad eyes.

I said, “I want to tell you – But, this is so – I don’t know – so confusing.”

Mr. Kay said, “Nina, please – you can tell me.”

And at that moment, I felt powerless to hide anything from him.

I looked at him, and stammered, “The other day – at my house – and in the morning – I was all alone in my room – and – and – I felt – Oh God – I felt SO ashamed – my Mom – she just walked in – and – I was – I was on the bed – and – and…”

He heard a sort of panic in my voice, “It’s okay.”

I couldn’t stop, I HAD to tell him.

“And – and – when my Mom – when she came in my room – she didn’t knock or anything – she just opened my door – and – and – she walked in – and – I was – I was naked – and – and…”

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

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

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

Helena watched the servants finish packing her things. On the morrow, she would begin a journey with her parents to meet and marry her husband-to-be. As a woman, she of course had no say in whom she married, but she trusted her father’s judgment, and was certain he had made an excellent choice. The man she was to marry was an extremely wealthy duke, highly noted throughout the country. Often, Lord Gustavo had fought in wars for the king of the land, and always turned out victorious. Helena considered herself very lucky to have him as a bridegroom.

She was known as one of the most beautiful women in the country, and many men wished to have her as their own. She was not ignorant of this, and often used it to her advantage. With long, curled golden hair and sparkling blue-gray eyes, she flaunted her looks as much as possible. Of course, as she was about to be a married woman, she stopped doing so. Teasing men suddenly no longer pleased her, though she was still a virgin, and with her lineage, no one would touch her without permission. But no matter how modestly she dressed, her pert breasts always tantalized the men in her company, and her small frame begged to be touched and pleasured. However, she was a Christian in this modern sixteenth century, and while some women gave themselves willingly to men, she had preserved herself for marriage.

The road to Boccai was long. Her father wished to go by sea, but her mother insisted on the longer, more dangerous route by land. Helena would have liked to go by water, but the ocean made her sick, and so she agreed with he mother that they should travel by carriage, not ship. Had the women known that the journey would have turned out disastrous, they would gladly have agreed to water passage.

After three days of riding, and only a day away from their destination, they reached an ominous looking forest. Sir Adan, Helena’s father, was persistent in their cutting across it. It would save them an extra day’s travel, he argued. The women, being mere women, had no say in the matter, but closely followed Adan towards their destination. Three-quarters of the way through, a man appeared. “Who are you,” Sir Adan demanded, sword drawn.

“Jus’ a poor traveling bard,” said the poor, traveling bard. Indeed he looked like a bard, with a lap harp slung over one shoulder and a small bag of possessions in hand. “I can play ye a song, if ye’d like,” he added.

The bridal party relented; he appeared harmless. He struck a chord, a most terrible sound, and began to sing off-key. “You are no bard!” cried Adan.

At that, a group of bandits jumped out of the forest. They brandished knives and swords, outnumbering Adan and his men. Frightened, Helena fled, running in the direction the group had been heading. Her mother could not move. At the edge of the wood, the girl found a large bush that she hid behind. The bandits had been so preoccupied with fighting her father’s men, they failed to notice her escape. She managed to take with her a small parcel, hoping it contained food and drink. Sliding to the ground behind the bush, she gasped for air. When several hours passed, Helena at last dared to peer out from her hiding place. She heard nothing but birds and the breeze in the branches above her head. The only sight that greeted her was the brown and green foliage of late August. The sun was approaching the horizon, and she began to grow hungry. She slipped the crude string from around her parcel, and opened it, praying for food.

Instead, she was greeted with the clothing of a boy’s; it belonged to the squire of a knight in their company. She grimaced, and her stomach did, too. It fell silent just in time, for voices could be heard approaching. “Well, they are all dead.”

“All dead? I thought there was a girl with ’em. We ought to find her afore she squeals on us.”

The “bard” and another of his men were walking down the path. From their conversation, she could tell they had succeeded in killing her entourage. She stayed silent, for they made plans to kill her, too. It would be very easy to find her, being a woman and alone, they figured. After they moved on, Helena sat thinking. She was not stupid as most women were at the time, and so she donned the squire’s tunic and breeches, leaving her elegant gown and underthings in the forest. Her breasts were just small enough that she could lace her own corset, so she made sure the laces were tight enough to keep them flat. This was not terribly difficult, as minimizing the breasts and accentuating the hips was the fashion of the day, and exactly what the corset was designed to do. Finally, she arranged her hair into a queue. As a finishing touch, she stuffed a handkerchief in the breeches, emulating a man’s bulge, and was fairly satisfied that she could pass as a young boy. She then set out for the town overlooked by the wood. A large manor house was the first building she encountered, besides elaborate stables, and so she knocked on the large, oak door. A man cracked it open. “What?” he said with a scowl.

“I-I’m looking for the city of Boccai,” she said nervously.

“Well, you’ve found it!” he exclaimed, illegal bahis and motioned to close the door.

“Wait! Can you tell me, then, where I might find Lord Gustavo di Boccai?”

The servant opened the door wider. “You seem to be a good guesser, boy. You’ve found his manor, as well.”

He dragged her into the exquisite hall, and towards a sitting room. She followed nervously, but glad that her disguise seemed to be working. At least, in the post-sunset light, and candlelight of the manor, it worked. What full daylight would brings, she did not know. In the sitting room a fire blazed in the fireplace. A regal man sat in one of the few chairs in the room. As one who had been used to servants and slaves, Helena knew how to act as though she were an inferior. “My Lord,” she bowed.

“Rise,” said the man in the chair. She lifted her head, keeping her back bent in the bow. “Who are you, and what do you want?”

“My Lord.” She took a deep breath, and then lowered her eyes. “I come from Sir Adan. He, and everyone traveling with him were mercilessly slaughtered in the forest today by bandits-I am the only one left alive.”

There was an uncomfortable silence. The man, Gustavo, studied Helena. The dim light offered all the protection she could hope for. His face grim, he continued to question her. “What is your name, boy?”

“I’m, um, Henri,” she said.

“Well, Henri, I must ask why you did not perish with your Master.”

She had not anticipated this sort of question, so she told the truth. “I was frightened, and I ran, My Lord.”

“That is very unbecoming of a male. Why, child, did you not stay to help your Master?”

“I…um…well, I am only a simple servant, My Lord. I did not know what to do, and I though I would, uh, try to find help.”

Her answers seemed to satisfy him, so far. “And my bride? She is dead, too?”

Helena looked up, startled. This motion seemed to annoy Gustavo, and she quickly looked at the stone flooring. “I am sorry, My Lord.” She said no more, but was very impressed that he would think of a woman when her father lay dead somewhere in a forest. As far as she could tell, he was an incredibly handsome man, but as a serving boy, and one who had abandoned his master in a time of need, she felt she was not permitted to look directly at him.

Gustavo was a fair man by anyone’s standards, though very militant. He expected everything to be scheduled perfectly, his troops to be in exact formation, and everything in his life was symmetrical. Because of the ordered style his father had trained him with, he was a man who was in control. This little Italian boy seemed honest, but it irked him that such a beautiful woman as Helena was rumored to be now lay dead, and he was alive. “Well, Henri. I shall have to make a deal with you. As you have abandoned your Master and Mistresses to be killed by rogues, you should not go unpunished. You also, it would seem, have no place to stay. As punishment for loosing so many precious lives, you shall be my personal slave. Is that agreed?”

Helena had a strong urge to reveal her true self, but with the bandits on the lookout for her, she did not feel safe in doing so. Besides, she had already fooled him into thinking she was male, and she did not think he would take kindly to such a trick. At least as the Duke’s personal slave, she would always be in his protection, should they come after her. He had mentioned that she had no place to stay, which was also true. Before she could answer, Gustavo said, “I assure you that if you go out there alone,” he gestured toward a window to emphasize his point, “slavers will capture you anyway, and you will not be treated nearly as well as you will be treated here.”

If Helena had any remaining doubts, they were gone. “Yes, sir. I agree with your conditions.”

“Good. Now come; your first lesson will be in attending me until I have fallen asleep.”

She followed behind Gustavo through the hallways of the manor to his luxurious chambers. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, standing on a high dais. An ornate bureau stood to the side, and in a corner was a scribe’s table and heavy chair. There was an adjacent room with a carved, wooden tub. She did not wish to look behind the door. She was instructed to undress the Duke and help him into a nightgown. Never having seen a man nude before, Helena did her best not to stare. She had heard about the things men and women did together, of course, but she did not expect a man’s…member…to be so large. Gustavo watched her. “What are you looking at, boy?” he teased.

“I-I am sorry, milord,” she blushed and looked at her hands. He did not reply.

Next, Helena was instructed to turn down the fine-woven sheets on the bed. She did so with shaking hands, and watched as the duke climbed in. She tucked the bedclothes around his body and moved to the foot of the bed, where a pallet lay for her to sleep on. The straw mat was less comfortable than she was used to, though better than she would normally have expected. With only the fire crackling, she fell asleep before the Duke.

Fortunately, Helena woke before he did, illegal bahis siteleri too. She crept off of her mattress to the east-facing window. Tendrils of light began to fill the sky, and she loathed leaving the glorious sight. But behind her, the duke called for attendance. “Henri, come here!”

She slowly moved to him, feeling that her situation was a bit ironic. She dressed Gustavo in his daily outfit and made the bed. Following him to the dining hall, she found herself expected to wait behind him, pouring wine when he demanded and ensure that his plate was piled with food until he finished. She had not eaten since dinner the day before, and was hungry. But Helena had been around slaves, and they did not ask to eat; those that did were flogged. She stood behind her lord’s chair, and when he was done, he let her go into the kitchen and eat what was left on his plate only. After that, she knew to keep his dish filled always with food, for that was all she was ever allotted.

Helena ran errands, delivered messages, and followed her Master about everywhere he called for. She found herself enjoying Gustavo’s company, and more, she thought she was falling in love with him. The afternoon of her first day, she was given a pony and rode behind his large horse into the forest where her family was murdered. The stench of rotting flesh attracted flies. Gustavo ordered that the deceased be sent back to Adan for proper burial. “What is odd, though, is that I do not see any woman fitting Helena’s description,” he noted.

Helena could not keep from weeping at the site. “Maybe…maybe they took Helena…for, well, you know, milord,” she said, trying to cover her tracks. “That is Master Adan’s lady,” she added, nodding toward her poor mother.

Gustavo agreed that the rogues, for their pleasure, had most likely taken Helena. He had also seen his slave’s tears, and this had endeared him to the boy. Perhaps Henri was a coward, but he was yet young, and would learn that fear was an unnecessary emotion. The dedication in his face and eyes earned him sympathy from his master, but a good master would not show it. They mounted and rode back to manor.

A few nights later, Gustavo casually asked Helena if she had ever been in love. Shocked, she sat upright on her pallet. That was not a question masters generally asked of their slaves. “I suppose I have been.” She wished to ask why, but knew that a good slave would not ask a question that crossed his Master.

Then, he asked, “What was she like?”

Helena’s thoughts raced through her head. Should she tell him that she had fallen in love with him? Deciding she would seem ridiculous if she did, she replied, “She was a lot like…like you, My Lord.”

“Like me? Then, dear boy, I am very sorry for you. I am sure you could find a better woman than one like me! How old was she?”

“About your age, too,” Helena said dismally.

Gustavo was appalled. “If you are going to fall in love, you ought to be older than the woman, not younger! And so much younger! Honestly, at my age women are not worth falling in love with.” Helena smiled in the dark. He had no clue that she spoke of him. The subject was never brought up again.

A few weeks after Gustavo had gained his slave, he decided it was time he bathed. “Now, slave, I will show you how to bathe me,” he said.

Helena paled. When he was naked, he seemed more intimidating than when he was clothed. At least in dressing him, he was without garments for only a few minutes. And Helena had seen him look at her with lusty eyes. She did not think that he knew she was a woman, but this concerned her. There had been a time when she was dismissed to relieve herself. Going back to her Master, Helena had heard him speaking with a guest. He confided in the other man that he wished his slave were a woman, at times. Henri’s personality and temperament certainly fit that of a woman’s. She decided she would have to be more careful, and so she observed men closely, seeking to emulate their temperament and disposition.

In any case, she found herself with a very naked man, washing his body as he instructed her. Eventually, he was satisfied that he was clean enough and she dried off his muscular body. Always she averted her eyes as much as possible. She was afraid to appear too interested in his body, although she could stare at his Roman features for hours on end. And he was more than happy to let her watch. He did not normally lust after men, but this effeminate boy had won a special place in his heart. And he felt that Henri adored him, perhaps in a way that he should not. As though comforting himself, he would tell himself that the ancients preferred homosexual relationships to heterosexual. He had expressed a desire that his little slave were female, not male. But this night, he at last decided that, as Henri would never change his gender, he would have to do something.

Henri was more nervous than Gustavo had every seen him. As he wrapped his Master in towels, he was told to kneel. Carefully, he did as he was told. Gustavo finished drying himself off, then flung the towels across the room. His member slowly canlı bahis siteleri grew, looking at the boy kneeling submissively in front of him. Henri lowered his eyes as Gustavo began to stroke it. “Henri. This lesson that I will teach you is…different than anything you have learned before.”

Helena looked up, past his cock, searching his eyes for what he was implying. “My Lord, I-“

“Don’t speak. Just do as I tell you. Now then, give me your hands.”

Her fingers were long and slender, compared to his. This was a mystery that had often puzzled Gustavo, how his slave’s body was so unmanly. Taking the boy’s hands, he wrapped them around his member. “Stroke it,” he whispered.

She did not mind, really, although she had never come into contact with a man so intimately. She stroked gently, sometimes tugging at it, quite unsure of what to do. “Act as though you were pleasuring yourself,” commanded the Duke.

Helena flushed a deep red, which did not look unnatural in the firelight. Obviously, she had never stroked herself before, and she still did not know what to do. The Duke let her explore him for several minutes, enjoying the slave’s touch. “Now, Henri, I would like for you to kiss it.”

She looked at him in astonishment. “My Lord?”

“Kiss it. Put your lips around it and suck it, my boy,” he told her.

She shook, but kissed his cock and placed it in her mouth. The man relished at the feeling of her soft tongue licking the head, and her warm, wet mouth engulfing him. His self-control lasted long enough that she was beginning to feel comfortable with their position. She then felt him tense, and as she tried to pull away, his hands twisted themselves in her hair and forced her back onto his cock. A gooey, hot liquid filled her mouth, more bitter than the worst of wines. When he finished and released her head, she immediately spit his cum out onto the stone floor. “I’m sorry, my Lord! Please forgive me,” she begged, teary-eyed.

“It is alright, Henri. It was your first time.”

The slave took a towel, still damp from her Master’s bath, and cleaned up the mess. She found herself lifted to her feet when she was done, Gustavo’s fingers trying to push down her breeches. “Master…what are you doing?” she cried in alarm. He was about to discover her secret.

“Shh, boy. I only wish to return the favor.”

She pushed him away. “That is unnecessary, Sir. Please, I would prefer you didn’t.”

Helena hated saying that. She desperately wanted him to touch her, make love to her, but if he did that, he would know she was not what he thought. After living with him, even for a week, she could not bear him to be disappointed in her and send her away. “But it is necessary,” he replied.

She made for the door, but Gustavo was faster than she. He slung her over his shoulder, and she cried out. “No, please, don’t!”

Squirming, hitting, and kicking made no difference to the Duke. He was more resolved to have his slave the more she struggled. He tossed her on the bed, and reached for heavy iron chains she had somehow neglected to notice. It was fortunate, thought he, that he had anticipated this resistance, and had the chains attached to the bed earlier that day. First her slim wrists, then her ankles, the Duke secured her to the bed. She tried to free herself, but the iron bonds were unyielding. Gustavo took his dagger from the scribe’s desk, the silver metal glittering in the firelight. He cut away her shirt. Noticing the corset around her chest, he asked with astonishment, “What are you hiding?”

That was cut away, too. Her breasts came free, and she turned deep scarlet. He touched her nipples, tweaking and pinching them. She moaned, and he moved back to undressing her. He sliced at the breeches, and held up the handkerchief she had there. “Nice. Now,” he said, kissing her neck, “is there anything else you would like to tell me that I didn’t know?”

She writhed under his touch as he stroked her lithe body. “I’ve never been with a man before,” she whispered, arching towards him.

His mouth seized hers, and she kissed him back. They kissed for a long, long time, the Duke gracefully stooped over the bed to meet the immobilized girl’s lips with his own. When he at last broke the kiss, she whimpered. “Don’t do that, sweet,” he said, “or I shall be forced to resort to more drastic measures.”

“Like what?” Helena dared.

“Well, I might have to do this, for instance,” he replied, and began again down her neck, toward her exposed breasts.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you were on the bed, My Lord?” she pointed out.

He smoothly positioned himself over her body, and continued. She could feel his fingers as they outlined her breasts, her nipples, and traveled down her body to her dampening pussy. It was covered with a few dark, coarse hairs that curled even more as they got wet. Her breathing quickened as Gustavo’s mouth worshipped her rosy nipples. He caressed her clit, and she strained in her bonds, moaning all the while. Kissing down her belly, Gustavo found the place where his fingers were, and moved his fingers lower. She could not move, but had she the ability, she would have spread her legs wider. She was squirming again, this time not with the terror of what discovery would bring, but pleasure that she had not know existed. “Oh…please, don’t stop!” she cried out.

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

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

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

Please let me share something with you that I think you will like, but first a little background. My name is Steven and I am a married man. My wife and I have been married 6 happy years. Dawn, my wife is a beautiful woman about 5’7” with light brown hair and green-gray eyes. She is still stunning even after having given birth to two children.

Dawn is the love of my life. She is the reason why I live, the reason why I draw breath, but as much as wishes it the hard truth is that she was not the first. Sherry was the first love of my life. She is also around the same height as my wife but with blonde hair, green eyes and a hard-defined figure.

I on the other hand stand 5’9” with long black hair and dark skin, something that I get from my Spanish heritage. When I was younger I let my fingernails grow out long and I clipped them to sharp points like that of sharks teeth. Even now on occasion I will clip them the same way. My most dominant feature would have to be my eyes. The colors of my eyes are a golden brown with a dark brown almost black circle around the iris.

I have always had an athletic build. People have told me that I could be a body builder if I just put my mind to it. With 28-inch thighs and 16-inch biceps I tend to agree with them. The only problem that I really had a kid and teenager was my weight. I have never considered myself fat, but like most guys my age I was borderline. It wasn’t until I started studying martial arts did I start losing my belly.

My lust for women drove my training. Sherry had taken Tae-Kwon-Do classes and I saw what it had done for her, so having been interested in martial arts most my life I started training on my own. I guess this is how I caught the eye of Dawn as well as Sherry.

They had known each other in school and when I was dating Dawn, Sherry couldn’t stand it. Of course when I still spoke with Sherry my wife went nuts.

Even though it has been over a decade since we have dated, we still talk and I consider her one of my closest friends. My wife tried for many years to understand but she could never grasp the nature of Sherry and my relationship.

Sherry and I dated many times in high school. She was the first girl that I kissed. She was also the first girl that I had any kind of sexual encounter with, as limited as it was.

Like many teenagers at that time, our first real date was to the movies at the local mall. She wore a light flowery dress that hugged her girlish figure and developing breasts.

We made our way through the mall looking through the shop windows while holding hands and kissing in the isles. Making flirtatious passes at one another in the bookstore.

She would raise the hem of her dress up to her thighs, trying to see how much it would take to get my going and I must admit it didn’t take much.

In the toy store I pressed her up against the wall of stuffed animals kissing her hard. Our tongues playing tag with each other as my hand slid up her bare legs up under her dress. Her breathing quickened as my hand got higher on her virgin thighs until I touched her cotton panties. She gasped in fright and excitement at the touch. It seemed that she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.

Sherry was at odds with her desires and her reason. She finally slid from my clutches just as my fingers were rubbing the crease of her undies. An explosion of warmth enveloped my fingertips as they hit a certain spot, but she moved too quickly for me to realize what I had hit.

I noticed that her nipples were hard as pencil erasers when she glanced back. “I think we need to get out of here stud.” The smile on her face was one of frustration and bliss. Like a woman that knows her thoughts are a cardinal sin, but in the mists of lust it only makes it that much more exciting.

With our arms wrapped around one another we entered the theater lobby and bought some drinks. In the theater her head was resting on my shoulder as we moved down the isles looking for a seat. We arrived early by fifteen minutes and the theater was deserted. She and I took a couple of seats at the back of the theater so if someone came into the room we would see them but they wouldn’t see us unless they glanced back over their shoulders.

We sat and talked as we waited for the movie to start all the while our hands playing with each other. Our fingers would circle the other’s finger like mock tongues. I would turn her palm up and lightly scratch it with the tips of my sharp fingernails until they were flushed red and sweating.

I noticed her unconsciously licking her lips every few seconds and watch her eyes dart down to my lap then back up. The edge of her dress rested high on her thighs and her knees were turned towards me.

The movie started ten minutes late, but we didn’t seem to notice. Our bodies leaned in to one another with our heads resting on the others. She started rubbing my arm from forearm to bicep. She hugged my arm with her other arm putting mine in an awkward position. I was forced to rest my hand on her canlı bahis şirketleri naked knee.

Touching her legs made my blood burn and I began to sweat. Before I knew what I was doing my fingers began to rub circles on her knee. My movements didn’t seem to bother Sherry and in fact she slid her top leg down just a little bit almost like she wanted to spread her legs but that would have been too obvious.

She continued to rub my arm but as she did I noticed she was pressing the back of her hand to my chest. Sherry’s hand was rubbing across my nipple as she did this and whether it was intentional or not I couldn’t tell. But after a few minutes of this she had to of noticed my hard nipple and it seemed that she didn’t mind because she just kept on rubbing it.

Sherry’s attention was off my arm now and focused on my chest. This caused the circles that I was doing on her knee to widen and encompass her entire knee. We kissed. My hand began the slow travel up her thigh and back down again. My fingernails dancing across her sensitive skin and her reaction was to thrust her tongue into my mouth.

I felt the material of her dress as my hand slid under it. Her hand unbuttoned my shirt just enough for her hand to slip in. Even at the age of fifteen my chest was covered in fine dark hair, another gift of my heritage.

There was a heat coming from between her legs that guided my hand. I could feel the dampness even before my hand reached for panties, but when it did reach them her legs slid further apart.

I began kissing her face, then her cheeks, next her ears and then finally her neck. She let out a heavy sigh as I opened my mouth and gently bit her neck and pressed my hand against her covered mound.

Her next reaction was to claw at my chest and moan. I sucked on the skin of her neck as my fingers searched for that spot from earlier. It took me only a moment to find it, but when I did it was like she became a different person.

Sherry turned her head away from me offering me her neck as she began to grind into my hand. I was in shock. I had never thought that I could be this effective on my first try.

“Mmmm. Oh Steven.”

“You like that baby?” I whispered in her ear.

“YES!” she gasped as she was still grinding into me.

I smiled and looked into her eyes, “Then lets try this.”

I switched hands so that my left arm, which had been pinned, was quickly replaced with my right hand. The first arm was now around her back and reaching around her in almost a hug, but with one difference. My left hand was at her chest feeling her left breast.

My fingers found the edge of her panty and slid underneath them. They were so wet that my first thought was she had spilled her drink, but that wasn’t the case. The tips of my fingers probed her slit and were instantly wet at the touch.

“Oh. What’s this?” I breathed into her ear.

Her moans became steady as one finger slid into her and the fingers of my other hand tweaked her nipple. “OH YESS BABY!” Sherry said as her hand moved down to my lap and pressed against my groin. She ran her fingers up the length of my hard-on. Sherry grabbed at my cock through my pants and rubbed it against my leg as I inserted another finger. She tightened up, “FUCK! YESS!”

I pulled my fingers out just to the tips and slid them up and down her lips until I hit her clit. She shuttered when my fingernails grazed her clit and she let out a loud gasp. I had found it.

“OH! YESS!” she moaned. “OH! GOD! YESS!”

My fingers already wet began to circle her clit causing her to moan louder and louder. The faster I rubbed her clit the louder her got. I started alternating finger-fucking her and then rubbing her clit until she leaned back biting her bottom lip and running her fingers through her hair.

“OH! OH! I’m almost THERE!” Her hips were thrusting into my hand as my other hand pinched her nipple. “THAT’S IT!” With my two fingers on either side of her clit I moved them back and forth as fast as I could. Just listening to her breathing get heavier. “OOOH! OOOOH! YESSS! YESS!” Her body began to tremble. “OOOOH! GODD!” An explosion of warmth expelled from her cunt into the palm of my hand. “I-I’MMM CCUMMMMING!”

Her fists were pulling at her hail as her breathing came in deep gasps. I was stunned at what I had just done to her. I could do nothing but watch as she wiggled her pussy around my fingers until the wave subsided.

I don’t remember anything about that movie that we ‘watched’ and was forced to rent it years later.

When we left the theater her legs were wobbly and we got meaningful glances from the ushers.

After high school Sherry moved off to college and was in a relationship with this air force guy that treated her like shit. We would talk on the phone for hours and she would tell me of how he never touched her or seemed interested in her. She would have to beg for sex and even then it was less than desired.

I could never understand why because she was hot. She thought that he may have been cheating canlı kaçak iddaa on her, but she could never prove it. She would come down to visit one of her girl friends about once a year just to get away.

Now by this time I was already married with one kid and one on the way. This is when I heard that she was down for a couple of days. I returned home from working the nightshift when she and her best friend greeted me in the parking lot of our apartments.

She must have been working out, or maybe it was the lack of sex in my own life, because when I saw her, my mouth dropped open. She was wearing this short tight black skirt with black stockings and a white top that was tight across the chest and cut low enough to show off her delicious cleavage.

Ann was her friend and was also a looker. She was wearing tight black slacks that showed off her ghetto-booty and they were hip-huggers so when she bent over you see her red thong riding up the crack of her ass. She wore a red sweater the strained to cover her amazingly big breasts.

They greeted me with a big hug and right off I could smell that they had been drinking. Sherry gave me a peck on the cheek and squeezed me crushing her tits into my chest. Ann on the other hand gave me a full body hug. When she hugged me she pressed her entire body against me, which started to excite me, and I think that she knew it. She lingered there for a few moments, pressed up against me breathing into my ear as she nuzzled into my neck.

I invited them into my apartment knowing that my wife was there and if I didn’t that she would have thought something was shady. My wife had that ‘I can’t believe they are bold enough to come here’ look on her face, but she smiled and made pleasant conversation.

I brought my children down to meet her and she in turn pulled out a camera and started taking pictures of the kids. The conversation was dry and tension was in the air. Not just because of the uneasiness between my wife and this woman that I use to date, but because at one point while my wife and I were dating Sherry had told her that she could take me away from her at any time that she wanted.

When my wife wasn’t looking or was in another room Sherry would brush her hand against my hand or rub my thigh. I could feel her eyes on me as I would get up from the couch and caught her staring at my ass more than once.

At one point I wanted to test the waters and make sure that I wasn’t reading anything into this so I put my hand on her silk thigh, just below the hem of her skirt and noticed a smile wash across her face.

She seemed to not want to cause any problems between my wife and I so they got up to leave. I walked them to their truck, which was parked at the front of the apartments a couple of buildings down from mine. Once out of eyesight of my apartment both women pulled my arms into theirs.

“Why don’t you come over tonight?” Ann asked. “We were planning on going back to my place and have a couple daiquiris.”

“Yeah that is if you wife will let you out of the house,” Sherry said jokingly.

We reached Ann’s truck and they each gave me another hug, but this time it wasn’t the hug a friend gives another friend. Sherry reached up around my neck and pulled me close nuzzling into my neck. The heat from her breath causing sudden changes down below, “I wish that you could come over, but I don’t want to cause any problems.”

“I know,” I replied. “But I am married now and have to be a good boy.” I flashed her a crooked smile.

Her reply shocked me, “Oh honey you have always been good.”

Sherry opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat causing her skirt to ride up her thighs to the top of her stockings.

I turned and Ann was standing there. Her arms encircled me in a close tight hug. Up until that moment I had never thought of her in a sexual way, but she pressed her body into me and I knew there was no hiding my erection. Ann held onto me longer than I expected and nuzzled into my neck as well. Her hips started to grind into my groin feeling my hard cock.

Her legs wrapped around the bulge in my crotch and slowly rode up and down its length as she kissed my neck. Shivers ran down my spine as blood rushed up my cock. Then as quickly as it began it ended.

I watched as they drove off into the night. I was forced to walk back to my apartment and wife with a painful hard-on. The warm air of the apartment was overbearing and I began to sweat profusely.

“Well,” my wife began in a sarcastic tone. “That was a pleasant visit. Did you know SHE was in town?”

“No,” I answered truthfully. “Had no clue. But even if you’re not, I’m glad she stopped by. I haven’t seen her in three years.” Looking at Dawn I noticed her flushed cheeks and the look in her eyes that could only mean one thing. No sex for at least a week or more.

Only the ringing of the telephone broke the next hour of silence and Dawn was in no mood to talk on the damned thing. So I walked over to the stand where the phone lay and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

The canlı kaçak bahis voice on the other end of the line was unmistakable. “Steven?” Sherry’s hypnotic voice asked. “Sorry to do this to you, but I left my camera over there.”

It sat on the coffee table in the living room. “Yeah I see it. Funny I didn’t even notice it.”

She chuckled on the other end of the line, “Would be a dear and bring to Ann’s place? I would come and get it, but we started drinking and neither one of us are in any condition to drive.” There was laughing in the background and Ann’s voice could be heard, but not understood.

“Well let me check first before I say yes,” I covered the receiver and turned to Dawn. “Dear this is Ann,” I lied. “Sherry is asleep and she just realized that they left her camera over here. She wants to know if I would mind taking it to her. Do you mind?”

She let out a big sigh and turned her attention to the television. “I guess. You don’t get to see her that often. Just don’t stay out too late ok.”

My heart leapt into my throat, then speaking back into the phone, “I’ll be there in a little bit.”

After kissing Dawn goodbye, I headed off to Ann’s place. My mind was racing thinking of all the things that could happen, but I kept telling myself that I was married. It may not have been happily at the present time, but for the most part we were happy.

Not like I looked too appealing at the present moment wearing a plain white t-shirt and black sweat pants with no underwear. My hair was always the same, long and straight, but I hadn’t washed it in a couple of days so it was soft and shiny.

My tongue was pierced and I unconsciously played with the ball by running it across the front of my teeth making a clicking noise. For some reason I was nervous and couldn’t figure out why, but then thought it may have had something to do with the hugs that I got from the ladies.

Ann lived just outside of town and it took me fifteen minutes before I was pulling up in her driveway. The night was moonless and without the lights of the city it made it almost pitch black.

The doorbell rang and Ann opened the door. My eyes went instantly to the sports bra that she wore. It looked as if she had cantaloupes stuffed into it and her nipples were already hard and standing at attention. She also wore sweats, but the tops of them were rolled down to her hips and they must have shrunk in the wash because they were skintight.

Noticing my gaze she smiled, “Sorry we didn’t think you were coming so we slipped into our bed clothes.”

“Oh no reason to be sorry,” I smiled back a joker’s grin. “Its not like I am complaining.”

Sherry stepped into the hallway, “Oh he’s here. I didn’t hear him knock.”

Now I had problems because she wore a two-piece red satin nightie. It was low cut and hung just above her hard nipples with string shoulder straps. The bottoms were loose like men’s boxers, but cut high up the thigh like a bikini.

Ann giggled, “Steven I think you have some drool on the corner of your mouth.”

Blushing I walked into her home. In her house it was cold, dark and there was music playing on her stereo. The living room was modest filled with mixed furniture. There was a sliding glass door that led to the backyard and the living room was connected to the dining room.

On the dining table was two mixed drinks that were two-thirds empty. “Would you like something to drink? We have been drinking daiquiris.”

“Sure if you have some mixed up.” Ann started to the kitchen, but stumbled after three steps, which caused Sherry the burst out laughing.

“Told you that you were getting drunk,” Sherry teased still laughing at Ann. Her breasts bounced noticeably as she laughed.

Ann’s reply was simple, “Oh fuck off, ha ha.” They both laughed.

A slow song started playing on the radio as Ann continued to the kitchen and Sherry turned to me. Walking up to me she gave me a hug, which turned into a dance.

We moved slowly to the music, our bodies barely touching just close enough for her nipples to rub against my chest. Their hardness tracing circles around mine as my hands held onto her hips.

My dick was again painfully hard creating a tent of my sweats. But there was nothing that I could do but wear it proudly. She moved closer and pressed herself against my hardness and grinned in response.

The song ended and the dance was over. By this time Ann walked back in handing me a glass of red mush.

“Has fresh strawberries in it. Taste it and tell me what you think.”

I took the drink and downed half of it trying to relax. That’s when I noticed that she noticed my pop-tent.

“I need another drink,” Sherry stated and she went in to the kitchen to refresh her drink.

“Well looks like you have a little problem there,” Ann flirted.

A puzzled look appeared on my face, “Pardon?”

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock, “I meant this. Hmmm. Looks like you are having a problem with your sweats.”

I smiled, “I don’t think it is a problem, do you?” From the kitchen doorway Sherry stood watching Ann stroking my manhood. I tried to remind myself that I was married, but the alcohol was rushing to my head quickly.

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

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

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

I woke up and stretched lazily under the fluffy down comforter as my alarm softly buzzed next to my head. My dark brown eyes peek out from behind shuttered eyelids and gaze out the window. The day was just starting, and the suns first rays cascaded into my room warmly. I reluctantly slide out of bed and pad down the hall to the bathroom. I stand in front of the full-body mirror and remove my night clothes. My eyes travel up and down my curvy body. I’m of average height, but my body is chubby and endowed nicely. My hands rise to cup my 48ddd tits lightly and thumb the hardening nipples quickly. Breathing heavily as I move one of my hands down to cradle my plump pussy in its palm. Using the heel of my hand, I rub against my throbbing clit. My smooth pussy becomes wet quickly, so I slip two fingers deep into my pussy. Because of what my hands were doing to my body, my release rapidly approached.

I picture you in my mind, your fat cock dripping precum. I imagine me on my knees in front of you as you take my hair and wrap it around your hands. I feel your wet cock slide against my mouth, and across my cheeks as you tease me relentlessly. My fingers begin to push into me harder and faster, my other hand squeezing my tit almost painfully. Mercifully, you finally shove your cock into my wanton mouth. Your hips pumping strongly as your hands guide my mouth on your cock. I can only grunt and groan around your fat dick as you fuck my mouth and throat. I feel your cock swell and begin to quiver as you shove it deep and keep my head still. As your first jet of hot cum sprays on my throat, I open my eyes and stare at my reflection in the mirror as my body convulses in orgasm. My creamy cum gushes out from around my pounding fingers to drip and run down my thick, trembling thighs. Gasping and nearly collapsing, I quickly jump into an invigorating shower and clean up. Refreshed and pleasantly throbbing, I walk back güvenilir bahis to my room, droplets of water running down my pale skin slowly. As I passed the linen closet, I get a large, fluffy towel and begin to dry my long, burgundy hair. I can not help but fantasize about the way your deep, sexy voice sends chills down my spine; the way your cock makes my pussy quiver in delight.

I head towards my closet, smiling. I had a lot of chores that had to be done today so getting an early start had seemed the sensible thing to do. I pulled a pale purple cotton tank top and white shorts out and placed them on the bed, and after toweling off the remaining water, I dressed. I forgo my panties and bra for now because I know I am nowhere near finished cumming for you. I grab the clothes strewn along the floor and put them in the basket. Turning back to double-check, I see my secret toy collection. I smile wickedly and grab the box and head to the bed. Opening it, I pull out the toys.

I had a vibrating bullet, a standard sized dildo, anal beads, sex lotions, and a huge dildo that I rarely was turned on enough to use, the big boy. It was 9 inches and exceptionally thick. It was firm and rubbery, including a set of impressive balls. Just seeing it made my pussy clench and moisten.

I placed the big dildo and my bullet on the table next to my bed and put the rest of the toys back into the box. I slip off my shorts and lie back on my bed. Utilizing the bullet, I turn the vibration on medium. I use one hand to spread open my shaved pussy lips and set the bullet directly on my clit. My back arches up off the bed, and I moan loudly as the vibrations move through my body swiftly. I bend my legs and spread them wide, circling my clit slowly with the toy. My pussy gets so hot and wet when I think of you. Wishing you were here to eat my sweet, wet pussy until I came all over your face. The idea of your lips on türkçe bahis my cunt drives me to move the bullet faster. I dip a finger into my leaking pussy and bring it to my mouth. I gently suck on my finger, the taste of my sweet juice making me moan with delight.

My hips begin to buck up to push the toy into my clit harder, my hand moves to my clothed tit and begins to pull on my nipple hard. My orgasm rushes through me quickly; I imagine your mouth clasped around my cunt hole, sucking all of my juice out hungrily. Not giving my body time to come down, I jump up and get the dildo. My dripping wet cunt incredibly ready for the toy to stretch and plunge into its depths. To lube it up, I suck and lick it all over, even the balls. Thinking I was sucking your cock, I thrust as much of the 9 inches down my throat as I can. When I can’t take it anymore, I place the dripping wet rubber cock on the bed and hold it upright. I straddle the huge toy and rub my soaked pussy with the rubbery head. Placing my cunt hole right over it I begin to drop down. I feel the thick head push against my slick pussy and push down harder. I use one hand to stretch my lips and the other to reach around to slide a finger inside my pussy to help it fit. I groan loudly as the fat toy pops into my tight cunt almost reluctantly.

I hold just the head inside me and remove my top roughly. I tease my nipples hard and slide down on the toy further. Soon, my velvety insides were convulsing around the fat toy. As my pussy adjusts to the massive size, I imagine your body beneath me. Your hands gripping my fleshy hips roughly and urging me to bounce. I begin to slide up and down feeling my pussy stretch wide. Reaching down, I use my bullet on my clit again and begin to bounce harder. My pussy leaks juice with each bounce and I grunt as it hits the bottom of my hole. I spread open my ass and use two fingers on my asshole. Gathering juice from güvenilir bahis siteleri the toy, I slip them deep into my ass as I fuck the toy. The feeling of pleasure in both holes drives me over the edge. I scream and slam down on the toy and bury my fingers knuckle deep in my ass. Hot, sticky cum squirting out forcefully around the toy to soak the bed and my thighs. Gasping hard, out of breath, I collapse on the bed and remove my fingers from my ass. The toy stays buried inside me as I lie on my back, gasping, and beaming. I glance over at my desk and see my cell phone is blinking. I get it quickly and check my texts.

It is a message from you. My pussy tightens around the toy hard as I read your words. It seems you had stroked your cock for me in the shower this morning and had come hard thinking of me sucking your cock. Had imagined me drinking all of your cum hungrily, like a dirtly little cum slut. You had decided to take a few pictures the last time you had jacked off and had sent them to me this morning. I opened them up and licked my lips as your cock appeared on my screen, a thick rope of cum dripping down your fat cock head. As I stare at your picture, I reach down and grab the toy by the balls. I begin to pump it in and out slowly as I switch to the next picture. Your beautiful cock was glistening with precum that you had used to lube your cock for pumping. I moan passionately and begin to drive the toy harder into me. The picture of your wet cock mesmerizes me as I think of you fucking me hard and fast. My legs hooked over your broad shoulders, your cock jack hammering into me. I dig the toy into me at the same speed as my vision is showing me. Screaming and grunting like an animal, I cum again. This time I pull the toy out and rub my clit hard and fast. I squirt cum hard and fast all over the bed. My back arches off the bed, my toes curl, and my eyes squeeze shut tight as the orgasm shuts down all thinking.

With the last squirt, I slowly open my eyes and struggle to breath right. After a few moments to calm my self, I grab the phone and smile. You were calling. It seemed my pleasure was not over yet.

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

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

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

My wife Meredith is no prude. Still I had come across the website by accident in a google search. Curiosity got the better of me and I saw that it was filled with all genres of erotic tales. I would occasionally read a story just for entertainment. I wondered how many of the stories were true. I expected that some were just that, stories, but I felt that some might have at least a basis in real life. I enjoyed the ones that seemed more real.

Backing up, I am Bradford, Brad to my friends. I am thirty-two years old, married to a knockout twenty-six year old blonde beauty. Meredith and I met while she was working as a nurse in a doctor’s office. I am a regional manager for a specialty medical equipment supplier. I have a Master’s of Science and was even accepted to medical school. After the first year, I had lost the drive it took to become a doctor, much less a surgeon. With my background I landed a nice sales job. Five years of beating the highways and airlines got me a very nice promotion to my current position. Based on my sales and organizational skills, I am well paid. The managerial position has taken some of my constant travel away, but not all.

While in her doctor’s office once, I struck up a conversation with her. She was easy to talk to, even flirty. I liked the ease she showed being a trained nurse as well as a hot woman. She dressed in nurses scrubs, but there was no hiding those assets. She is 5″-6″ tall. She is a 34 D and has a very small waist to go with it. Her ass is the crowning achievement of a higher life form. I asked her to dinner a couple of times, but the timing was not right. She did not shoot me down, per se, it just was awkward. Eventually I asked if she would meet me for a drink after work. Finally, she agreed. We met at a bar close to her work. We talked about work mostly and she seemed to enjoy our conversation. When our waiter came back to take our refill order, she begged off.

Just as I thought that I was going to be blown out of the water, she got up and wrote her phone number on a napkin. It was just matter of fact with no buildup. She thanked me for the drink and gave me the million dollar smile. We dated for about three months before we had sex. It was good, but not what you would call wild. We went to concerts, ballgames, dinner and whatnot for a while. I slowly started seeing a possibility of us becoming a couple. All the while, I felt like she was a step up for me and I worried about being able to take the relationship further. I had plenty of money to do things and we began enjoying special vacations as time would permit.

Fast forward another four months and we decided to move in together. A month after that, her doctor took a position with a larger practice. Meredith liked her work, but did not want to follow to the larger conglomerate practice. She finally decided to resign and take some time off. Of course, I really lobbied for this. We even discussed marriage. It wasn’t for any lack of commitment that we decided to wait; we just didn’t think it that important.

When she did quit work, she kept busy. She volunteered at a free clinic two days a week to keep up her skills. She did not want to be dependent on me for everything. In addition, she stepped up her workout routine. She was always fit, but now she was really into fitness. She did not do much weight training, mostly stretching and cardio. There was not much difference in her appearance except some of her muscles were a little firmer. She did not want to look like a guy or a dyke, she said.

Sex was good, but after a while, we were a little stale. We engaged in many positions, she loved oral, all men love blow jobs. We were both busy and my travel stepped up a little. Soon, when I did get back from a trip our sex was becoming less exciting. Not that I didn’t enjoy it. It was fantastic to be making love to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I wondered if it was becoming blasé to her. I of course worried that she might be having an affair. I mean, she would have no trouble attracting any man. Then our frequency tapered off as well. I became hesitant to approach her in bed. Most nights we just kissed and went to sleep.

During a particularly long trip to the east coast, I had plenty of evenings in my various hotels. To kill time, I found some erotic websites and surfed stories and pictures. The novelty of the sites together with being away from Meredith made me a bit horny. I was bemoaning our lack of sexual activity and found the erotica a break from my work worries and home worries.

I was not really searching for any outside thrills when I started reading some of the stories on line. After I returned, sex was still off the table and I ventured back to the internet. One evening, I had been reading a particularly spicy story about a hot wife when Meredith called. She was still at the gym and wanted me to check the refrigerator for some salad ingredients. I left the computer and started to inventory our ingredients. She wanted to have grilled chicken salad. illegal bahis I reported what we were missing and she promised to stop at the grocery. I went about getting the chicken ready to grill and forgot about my computer.

That evening after dinner, we settled down with a glass of wine. Neither of us had showered and we were just enjoying our conversation. She asked about my schedule and wanted to take a long weekend soon. She wanted to go out of town and just do something different. She mentioned finding a web site for a quick getaway and we went into my office to look it up.

When we got in my office, I noticed that the erotic web site was still open. She sat down beside me and I hastily closed the site.

“What was that site you were on?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing, I was just browsing.” I answered.

“Was it about our trip?”

“Naah,” I replied.

“Here, let me see.”

She took the mouse and clicked on the history.

“Oh, looks kind of intriguing.”

“No, just killing time and curiosity got the better of me.”

“What exactly were you reading?”

I knew she was no prude and I had no worries about her reacting in an uproar, so I clicked back on the story I had been reading. She started scanning the lines and read how this particular hot wife had gone out with her friends and fucked a big black stud. Then she went home to her husband and fucked him afterward.

“Wow. Do you read these stories often?”

“Not really. I just ran across the website by accident and I read a few.”

“Do they turn you on?”

“Uh, I don’t know, really, I guess they are like, well, like erotic and exciting, but just for curiosity sake.”

I kept trying to close the site again, but she would not let me. We forgot about our google search and she pushed me aside to get in front of the monitor herself. I was surprised when she kept investigating and found the tags button. She clicked on some of them and was smiling a kind of sly smile. Looking at the categories, she remarked how there was something in there for everyone.

As I have said, our sex had become routine and, well, we realized later, very dull. Meredith found the categories and went to some hot wife stories.

“I know what a hot wife is, kind of, but I thought it was just a very good looking woman. This seems to have a very different connotation. Maybe something like ‘slut’ might be a better description.”

She said the word, but it did not seem like she was being that judgmental.

“I know I am just a girlfriend, but do you think I am hot?”

“Hot?” I asked. “How could you be anything but hot with those looks and that body?”

“Yeah, but I am nothing like the woman in this story.”

“No, but you don’t notice how you affect men when they look at you.”

“Well, actually, yes I do. Listen I have had my fun as have you, Brad. I realize that I have a good body and I do know that men look at me like that. Hell, I have been hit on so much I am punch drunk. Yeah, it is flattering, but I never dreamed that you could be so bold and well, non-committed.”

“Yeah, I guess. But I think some of the stories are based on the husband’s enjoyment of his wife’s infidelity.”

“Really?”

“Just some that I have read so far.”

“How many have you read?”

“Truthfully, I guess about ten or so.”

“All the same?”

“No, there are categories. If you don’t like something, there is no reason to read stories about it.”

“Let’s read one together, “she said.

“You really want to do that?”

“Why not? You said it was no big deal. I understand how men love porn, my brother used to hide his Playboy’s in the garage. I looked at them all the time with my girlfriends. As a matter of fact some of my friends said that I should submit pictures to see where it might take me.”

“And did you?”

“No. I could not work up the courage to have someone take a picture of me naked. But I was just eighteen then and I wanted to go to nursing school.”

So I let her pick one out. We took turns reading. It just so happened that the story was about a hot wife who loved to show herself off. She would go out without panties and flash unsuspecting men at various places. She loved to see the reaction when they came eye to eye with her pussy. The story was very descriptive and quite bold. We finished reading and then decided to shower. My cock was hard and I did not want her to see how aroused I was. When she got in the shower, she called out to me while I was in the bedroom. I went to see what she wanted. She opened the door and told me to get in. I sheepishly took off my clothes and my cock bobbed out, hard as could be.

“Well, now. What brought that up?” she teased.

I was a little embarrassed. Here I was with the hottest woman I had ever seen and my cock was hard because of some erotic stories. We almost never showered together, but tonight was to be different. We lathered each other up and had a very hot shower. After she illegal bahis siteleri dried off, she jumped in the bed naked and spread her legs. Her blonde pubic curls were so pretty and inviting. I mounted her and began fucking, but I was so excited that I came too quickly. She did not orgasm and I felt like a heel.

Afterward, she tried to cheer me up. I was the one lacking and here she was trying to make me feel better. We lay in bed and kissed. We both agreed that reading the erotic stories was very different than our rather mundane, tame sex. The next morning, I was off to work as usual. Meredith was going to her clinic job so would be out all day also. She really liked the challenge of her nursing job and felt like she was making a difference. Not needing a second income was a real boon to our relationship. We shared everything together and our commitment was as real as it could be.

Nothing was said that evening about the story of the night before. I was waiting to see if she would acknowledge what had happened. I was charged up, but I did not want to seem too eager. She went about her normal routine. We ate, showered and she settled down reading a book while I watched a ballgame. I felt some tension in the air, but I thought it was just my imagination.

Several weeks went by and nothing was said. Now I was reading the stories even more often. Our lack of sex probably contributed to my curiosity. One night Meredith came home while I was still working on my laptop in the study. She stuck her head through the door and asked, “Reading another sexy story, are you?”

“No, actually I am working on sales reports for my region.”

“You sure?”

“Come look for yourself, SmartyPants.”

She came over, gave me a kiss and suddenly felt of my crotch. I was surprised, but did not react.

“Just checking. Seeing how horny you got the last time.”

“If I remember correctly, you are the one who invited me into the shower and you are the one who spread her legs in the bed afterward.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t the one who had the hard cock, was I?”

She had me there. We giggled together.

She then said, “Tell you what. I will take a shower and we can read another story after dinner.”

Now by this time I had read quite a few stories. The hotwife stories were the ones I liked the best. I don’t know why. Here I was becoming insecure about my appeal to her and now I was enjoying stories about women who had sex with anyone they wanted. It made no sense to me. My cock should have been shrinking from anxiety thinking about Meredith doing it with someone else. It was a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach to think of it, but my cock felt differently. It would have been different if I had a nine inch cock like some of the stories, but I had to cheat to say I was six inches.

I took my laptop to the bedroom and waited for Meredith to arrive. She came out of the bath looking good and hopped in the bed naked.

“Come on, Stud,” she invited me. “Get those clothes off and let’s see that hard cock.”

I was rock hard and I did as she suggested. She propped up some pillows and pulled the sheet over our laps as we got ready to enjoy another story.

“What shall we read?” I asked.

“Well, let’s see. How about you find a new story and we will read the heading and see if it is one we might enjoy.”

I browsed some new stories and read some of the categories and descriptions. Some of the categories were not really appealing to us. I found one where the wife was in a car accident with a black man. She had rear ended him at a traffic light. He got out and looked at the damage. The wife was frantic. It was her second fender bender that year and she was afraid that her insurance carrier would drop her and her husband. She was almost in tears. The big black guy felt sorry for her and made an offer to have both cars fixed by his brother who was in the body repair business. He said that he would get the very minimum price possible and she could decide whether to pay out of pocket or turn it in to insurance.

He told her to bring her car to the body shop the next day and he would have his brother see what he could do. It turned out that the damage to both cars was minimal and no parts were required. The brother fixed both cars the next day. The black man offered to pick up the hot wife and take her to the shop to pick up her car. Of course she ended up fucking both big black men and the debt was cancelled.

As we read, my cock was getting harder and dripping some precum. Meredith moved one of her hands under the sheet. I did not notice right away, but the continued movements made it plain that she was fingering her pussy. As I became more aware, I looked down at her. She looked into my eyes and let out a soft moan. She scooted down in the bed and started fingering herself in earnest. I assumed we were about to fuck, but she kept delving her fingers into her sopping pussy.

“God, Brad that is so hot. Want to watch me get off?”

I canlı bahis siteleri was torn between having to watch her masturbate and wanting to fuck her right then. I decided not to break the mood. I just shook my head up and down. She started massaging her full breasts with one hand while she attended to her pussy with the other one. She had a well-kept patch of pubic hair and her juices were matting it. I watched, hoping to join in soon. She continued fingering herself until she reached an orgasm. It was a minor one, but she moaned her pleasure.

“Jack off, Honey and shoot your cum on my breasts.”

I was surprised when she instructed me to masturbate also. My cock was dripping and I took hold. The precum made me wet as I stroked myself. She looked into my eyes and then jolted to another, bigger orgasm.

“Shoot that load on me.”

I could not wait any longer. I pointed my cock to her beautiful cleavage and let go a big rope of cum, followed by another smaller on. About three blasts and I was out. She relaxed and moved her hands slowly up to her breasts, massaging my cum into her skin.

“Wow,” she said. “That was hot. Did you enjoy that? I don’t know what came over me. I just imagined I was the wife in the story and that other people were watching. That is not something I have ever even thought about before.”

“Well,” I added, “It was different. I will say that.”

She blushed. “I tell you what. If you can get it up again, you can fuck my already wet pussy. Deal?”

I had been worrying about getting it up before we had sex. I did not think I would come back to life again anytime soon. The anxiety made it even worse. We rested for a while. Meredith looked at me later on and then looked at my cock. It was down for the count.

“Okay, Baby, rain check. I am still horny. How about bringing me off with your mouth. I will make it up to you.”

This took some of the pressure off. I slipped down to perform oral sex on her. My desire was gone, but the novelty of the mutual masturbation session made me want to overcome my hesitation. I sucked her and pushed my tongue into her wet folds. I finished her off by licking her clitoris. She came again. Afterward, she kissed me and we went to sleep.

The following evening after dinner, we showered. I was watching TV and she was reading. She looked up from her book and asked me if I had enjoyed the night before. I assured her that I had.

“You know, Brad, that was the most exciting sex we have had in quite a while. I am sorry we have been so in a rut. We need to enjoy our sex life more than we have been.”

“Yeah,” I answered, “That was so different, but still exciting. I wonder what masturbating was all about.”

“I don’t really know. I was thinking about the exhibitionist wife and the wife who fucked the black guys. I know I should not be turned on by this type of activity, but the sheer stark boldness was sort of a starter for me.”

We had now found an activity that was the turning point of our sexual doldrums. Even though I was unable to get a second erection, I was nonetheless turned on by the strange unfolding of events. Some evenings we did not even make love. Meredith or I would find an interesting category of erotica and just talk about whether we liked it. We had no interest in sci-fi fantasy or incest. Other categories were somewhat strange, but we read some of those stories anyway.

The next time we made love, I had selected another exhibitionist hot wife story. I read it with her as the heroine teased everyone with her provocative outfits and ‘accidental’ costume malfunctions. Meredith was a little more conservative than that. In fact we both were, but our newfound ability to suspend disbelief and live out the scenario was a real starter. We playfully poked each other as the more risqué parts were read. Afterward we made love in the traditional way.

One evening I happened to run across a story where the husband was the lead figure. He wanted his wife to show herself to strangers. She was reluctant, but over time learned to enjoy the thrill of being so naughty. It progressed to the point where the husband asked the wife to go to a club by herself and dress in a rather exhibitionist manner to see if other men would hit on her. As I got to the club scene, Meredith began stroking her pussy. The more I read, the more animated she became. I had to stop reading and eat her pussy. She came several times and very hard also. We made love and I came in her.

I asked her if she especially enjoyed that story.

“Umm hum, “she volunteered.

“What did you like about it?”

“Oh, the woman was in control the whole time. I mean, the way she dressed and the way she came on to the guys who were hitting on her.”

“Yeah,” I said, “Too bad we didn’t get to see how it ended.”

“Okay, read to the end.”

This particular story ended with the woman getting felt up and feeling up the big cock of a businessman in a bar. The husband calls on her cell phone and she has to leave quickly. The couple barely made it home, shedding clothes on the way to the bedroom for hot sex.

“Did you like that ending?” I asked.

“Oh, god, that was nasty.”

“You want to do that?”

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

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

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

My husband Norm had been out of town on business for two weeks, and I was feeling extremely hot and frustrated. I got out my vibrators and played with them so I could get some release. But what I really wanted was to feel Norm’s heat inside me, his finger teasing my clit, his tongue driving me crazy as -he sucked my nipples.

Finally I decided to try to relax. I lit some candles and filled the tub, putting in a generous amount of bath salts, then lay down in the warm, fragrant water to soak. I sank down, immersing most of my body, but a portion of my large, firm breasts stayed above the water. The contrast between the cool air and the warm bath water made my nipples stand tall.

I had worked so hard around the house in the effort to curb my sexual desire that my muscles were sore. When the water cooled off I took down the hand-held showerhead, setting it to the massage function, and used it to help relax my tense shoulder muscles.

The pulsing water teased my breasts as I moved the head around. My nipples responded, and I could feel the growing warmth between my legs. At that point I just gave in to the throbbing of my cunt. I lay back in the tub, braced my feet against the sides and spread my legs as wide as I could, aiming the showerhead toward my open pussy. canlı bahis şirketleri The pulsing stream found my clit. After my first orgasm I thought I would stop, but I couldn’t. What the hell, I thought, and I just let myself go and orgasmed repeatedly under the stimulating spray. My climaxes brought me some relief from my sexual tension, but I still felt lonely and empty. And the relief didn’t last long.

It was late in the day, and the sun was streaming across our bed. As I lay down in the sunlight my thoughts turned to a recent Saturday afternoon, when my darling husband Norm had carefully massaged every inch of my skin with sweet scented oil, then proceeded to suck each of my nipples for a very long time. I was extremely aroused, and hungered to feel his hot rod in my love box; but instead, he put his finger in my cunt and carefully massaged it all over, searching for the places that made me most excited.

His big stick was bouncing against my leg. I could feel the head of it sliding against my thigh, leaving a trail of pre-come on my skin. I grabbed it and pulled it toward me, wrapping my legs around him as I tried to guide him into my hot hole, but he pulled away, saying that he wasn’t ready yet. He kissed me deeply, his tongue searching my canlı kaçak iddaa mouth. Then he turned me on my side, lying behind me with his long tool between my legs, the ridge on the head of his penis pressed against my clit. Again I begged him to let me feel him inside me, but he still wasn’t ready.

Moving away from my body, he reached down and lubricated his fingers with my pussy juice. Then he ran his little finger across my crotch, stroking my pussy and asshole. Each time he passed over my asshole I could feel it tighten. He kept sliding his fingers slowly back and forth over my pussy and ass until my anus no longer tensed up when he touched it.

Finally I felt his finger stop at my tight rear entrance, and then press on it lightly. He did this several times, until I relaxed. Then, very slowly and carefully, he began to penetrate that tight hole with his little finger. His movements were very slow and deliberate as he opened that narrow space carefully and gently. Each time he moved in a little further, he would pause and wait for me to adjust to the sensation. As his pinkie moved in, he found a few places that seemed to be very tense and knotted. Each time he would put a gentle pressure on those spots, stroking them until the tension relaxed. When his canlı kaçak bahis little finger had searched out every place it could reach, he removed it and started the whole process again, this time with his middle finger. It took him less time to get that finger in the first few inches, but when he reached unexplored territory he had to slow down and resume massaging the tensions away.

Only the intense sensations he was producing in me kept me from begging him to fuck me. I wanted to feel my cunt full of his rod, but I had to work hard at relaxing and breathing deeply as he penetrated further and further into my secret spaces. Finally he slowly and carefully withdrew his finger from my ass.

Then he moved his dick back and forth across my love box and my anus, as he had with his fingers. Now I did plead with him to put it in me. And he did, dipping his dick in my dripping cunt, and then pulling it out fast— once, twice, three times. And then, to my astonishment, he put the tip of his tool against my ass, the head poking at that tiny opening. But he came before he could even try to get it in. His hot semen splashing against my hole drove me wild. I writhed and groaned, on the verge of climax but not quite there.

Realizing my state, Norm bent down to suck on my clit, filling my cunt with his fingers to help finish me off. I moaned and screamed as I came. Then we fell asleep.

Thinking about that time made me horny again, and sweaty too. I needed another bath—and I needed to use that shower massager again.

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

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

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

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature – do not read any further!

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

* * * * * * * * * *

This is the eighth chapter of a story that has grown well beyond its intended length and subject matter. I am no longer writing it – it is writing itself. My fingers are slaves to my imagination.

Harvey and his daughter Annie joined Harry Cocksworth and his twin daughters at an overnight private party. Arcuda Zenellis, chairman of an international conglomerate, is celebrating his company’s new invention, an adhesive named FasTack, and his daughter Saroya’s 22nd birthday. Zenellis has offered $50,000 to each father who suggests a use for FasTack, plus an additional $50,000 if the father fucks someone else’s daughter, under the guise of “mentoring.”

Mr. Marcus has discovered Zenellis’s plot to extract vital product ideas from his guests and then blackmail them with videos of their sexual activities with other guest’s daughters. Having stolen the disk drives that held the captured videos, Mr. Marcus found Harry and his daughters grinding sex organs, but with a large towel gasket to prevent full penetration of Harry’s prodigious prick. After entering their product ideas in Zenellis’s local computer terminals, Mr. Marcus and Harry bedded down for the night, leaving their daughters asleep in Harry’s room.

* * * * * * * * *

Harry snored like a buzzsaw. Maybe that’s the way I sounded to Harriett. Lord knows she complains about it enough.

Just a hint of sunlight, plus a full bladder, was enough to get me out of bed. The toilet flushed like a monsoon, but Harry was out like a light. No wonder, all of the exercise he got with our three girls the previous evening.

It was too early to eat, so I decided to use the swimming pool before it got crowded or turned into an orgy. Not that I didn’t want a good fuck. The start of a highly anticipated one with Brandi, and the attempted wrapping of Saroya, not to mention Lore’s advances, well, I needed a release. But with cameras all over the place, I didn’t want to give Zenellis anything to hold over me.

The girls, on the other hand, had been satisfied by me, their father, the desk clerk and who knows who else. Saroya was a companion for another day, perhaps. And, Harry’s wife was an opportunity lost. I hadn’t prevented Harry from fucking his daughters, the price of admission.

The pool was unoccupied and just cool enough to make my skin tingle but not freeze me out. I was floating on my back, enjoying the peace and quiet when the tall young woman with extraordinary eyes padded along the side, waving. She wore a tiny bikini, with two small lumps beneath the upper patches of material, and her bottoms hanging from pronounced hipbones. There wasn’t much meat on this girl.

“Hello? Hi?”

I pretended to ignore her. After all, was there any upside in building a relationship now? It was all risks and no reward.

She dove in and swam over. At her height, only our faces showed, and we could both stand. She adjusted her top, which held two shot-glass-sized breasts. “Hi,” she repeated. I’d never gotten her name. “You’re?”

“Carol.” She was shaking and twitching. Was the water that cold, or was she that nervous?

“I remember you from the cocktail party.” Maybe that would put her at ease. “What’s up?” Under the water, my dick, partially.

“You’re a hard guy to find.”

She had no idea how hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off hers. They were like magnets.

She continued, “Well, see, last night, I was supposed to come to your room. You were supposed to be my mentor.”

“I was?” That’s why she’d cruised the hallway. “But you didn’t stop. How come?”

“I’m not the smartest bean in the pod. I was sure I’d make a mess of the whole mentor/mentee thing. Are you angry?”

“No. I had my hands full last night, despite your decision. But thanks for telling me.” I expected her to swim off, but she stood her ground.

“Some of the other girls and me were chatting, last night and this morning at breakfast. And they said stuff, from last night.”

I didn’t know the hotel served breakfast this early, or I might have opted for food in place of a swim. Girl gossip is a dangerous thing. “Really?”

“They said, oh God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. They said that some of the fathers got naked, and did illegal bahis things with them.”

Precisely what Zenellis wanted. “No kidding!”

“No! I was just wondering, oh hell, why can’t I say it? If I’d shown up, would we have gotten naked and done stuff?” Her face was red.

Of course. “I don’t know. Would you have wanted to?”

She leaned closer, putting one hand flat on my chest. “I think so. This is like, so awkward. Is it too late?”

So, this young woman whose eyes I’d fallen into was asking me to get physical with her. “Are you sure? I don’t want to force you or anything.”

“It’s just, well, I haven’t dated much. The boys seem to like girls with bigger breasts.” The small lumps under her top bore witness.

“I think a woman can be attractive without large breasts.” I looked deep in her eyes. I believed it. I hoped she did too. “But I need to be sure you’re serious. That, if we go back to my room, you won’t run out screaming if I suggest we take our clothes off.”

“Oh, I won’t. I am.” Her hand returned to my chest.

“All right then, prove it. Put your hand on my penis.” A reasonable request, given the circumstances.

Her face got redder. “Here? Right now?”

“No one will see what you do under water. Or were you just teasing me?”

“No, I wasn’t teasing.” Her hand left my chest and touched my thigh.

“A little to the right.”

“Silly, I know where it is.” She smiled as she slid her hand over. I was almost at full length, bent in my swim trunks.

“You’ve got a stiffie!” Without hesitation, she slid her hand into my trunks. My erection popped free. Her fingertips danced over the head. “The tip feels like a light bulb.”

No one had ever used that analogy before. She continued to toy with my dick, running her fingers up and down.

“My turn,” I announced. I reached to touch her thigh. She jumped back, out of reach. “I was right. You’re a prick teaser.”

Her grin widened. “You surprised me is all.” She moved back into range. I slid my hand into her bikini bottoms. I felt bones as I reached lower. She’d shaved. I snuck a finger between her cunt lips. They were flat, almost non-existent.

“No one ever touched me down there.” Carol grimaced. “Besides me.” Her hand surrounded the tip of my penis and made short strokes. “Is this right?” Her touch was gentle.

‘Oh yes, very nice.” I slipped one finger into the crease. She was dry, but the pool water provided some lubrication. I flicked back and forth, hoping I’d stimulate her as well as she was doing me.

She bobbed up and down, as if to impale herself deeper on my finger. I obliged. Now it was halfway in. Carol bounced, eyes shut, attempting to fuck herself on my digit. Meanwhile, she was tugging the head of my dick, over and over.

My words were breathy. “Are you trying get me to cum, right here?”

“Cum? Oh God, you’re going to spurt? I’m doing it right?”

I thrust a second finger up her pussy and dragged my finger in the vicinity of her clit. “Couldn’t be better!” I pushed my face at hers and kissed her with an urgency I didn’t expect.

She let my dick bob free. “Let’s go to your room, now.”

I had been so close to climax. This was torture. “Why not here? We can slip off our suits -“

“I want to do it proper the first time, in a bed and everything.” She was pouting.

We waded through the deep water to the edge. She threw a leg up as she climbed out. Her exposed cunt lips peeked out from her displaced bottoms. I pushed up on my arms and followed, grabbing the closest towel to hide my condition.

She knew right where the room was. I prayed that Harry had gotten up and gone to breakfast and not back to his room to fuck our daughters. Oh well, who was I to complain?

In the room, Carol stood, hands behind her back, slightly pigeon-toed. Was that her normal condition or had I caused it with my finger fucking? Her hair was stringy wet and kind of sexy.

First things first. I scanned the ceiling for the camera hole. I grabbed a screwdriver and bounced up and down on the bed, poking holes in the ceiling. After a dozen or so bounces, the camera hung loose by its wires. I jerked the evil eye from the ceiling, ripping a line of plaster in its wake. A quick clip severed the camera from its power and signal lines. I had privacy.

“One thing. I have to keep my top on. I don’t want you to see my titties,” she warned.

She was right. You could hardly call those lumps under her top breasts.

“All right.”

“And you have to keep your eyes closed.”

My erection was painful. I needed relief. Would she jerk me off, or let me climb between her bony hips? “Fine.”

I noticed that both Saroya and Zenellis had left their silver tubes laying on the floor. Like father, like daughter, I guess. Maybe they have people who follow them around and pick up after them? I opened the nightstand drawer and tossed the tubes in. “You’ll find what you need in here.”

I dropped my trunks and laid back on the bed, erection like a flagpole. I closed my eyes. “Okay, illegal bahis siteleri I’m ready.” I felt Carol climb on the bed after a minute of faint noise. Had she removed her bikini? I felt her fingers on my dick, slowly sliding the full length.

“It didn’t feel this big in the pool.” Her exploration was too mild. I wanted her to go back to the vigorous thumping that almost got me off. I reached out, hoping to grab her, touch her, get her excited again. My hand touched bare flesh. An arm? A leg? I couldn’t be sure.

Her legs rubbed against the outside of mine. “The other girls said some of the fathers rubbed their stiffies against their pussies. Is that okay?”

More than okay! “If that’s what you’d like.”

The bed bounced as she wiggled closer. There was pressure on the tip of my prick against something. “How’s that?”

“Nice. Can I put it in, just a little?”

All the way, baby! “Sure, but you might want to use something from the drawer.” No sense in getting this na•ve virgin pregnant.

I felt her shift again, reaching across me to get at the condoms.

“Oh goodie. This is what my father uses.”

There was no ripping sound, nor was she sliding a sheath over my erection. Instead, one finger, maybe two, were applying something cool. A gel? I didn’t remember any lubricants in the drawer.

I was tempted to open my eyes and see what she was doing, but if I was caught, I knew she’s bolt. The sensation of her fingers running up and down my erection was just too good.

I felt the pressure again. There were no bottoms, just bare skin. She pressed harder, and I raised my hips a bit to help. “Ouch. I need some more.” Her fingers returned, again with some gel. “That should do it.” Something hit the nightstand. Carol repositioned herself. “Push a little.” I did, and made some forward progress. She was coming down and I was pushing up. The combination planted me halfway in, more than just the little bit she’s asked for. Her pussy was throbbing. I could feel the blood vessels pulsing around my dick, massaging it, keeping it hard.

“Don’t move,” she ordered. “I just want to see how it feels inside.” She squeezed her pussy. “Ooh, I didn’t think it would fit. They were right. It feels real good.”

This was pleasant, but motion would be so much better. I’d had my dick in at least two girls within the last 24 hours but no ejaculation. I was aching. My balls needed a release.

“That’s enough.” Carol pulled back.

Huh? Is that all she wanted? I knew she was a prick teaser from the moment I looked at her. Despite Carol’s movement, we didn’t decouple. My prick stayed firmly lodged.

“Okay, you can take it out now.” Carol’s lifts and jerks didn’t change the situation.

I scooted up on the bed, but I felt her body drag along.

“Hey! Cut it out!” she cried.

The hell with my promise. I opened my eyes. Carol was straddling me as I expected. My dick had been coated with two colors of gel. I glanced to the right. Zenellis’s tube of lubricant and Saroya’s tube of FasTack lay on the nightstand.

“Did you use those?”

“Sure. You said what I needed was in the drawer. When I saw my mom and dad going it, they used a lubricant. When I play with myself, I use Vaseline.”

“One of those was a lubricant, but the other was an adhesive. You’ve glued us together!”

Carol lifted a leg and tried to stand but my hips came off the bed. “Hey, that hurts!” I shouted.

She twitched and turned, eyes wide, mouth open as if to scream. No matter which way she moved, we were a couple. Well, coupled. “You have to get it out. Please take it out! Oh God!”

Carol was frightened beyond rational thought. I was a bit freaked myself. As the adult, I had to maintain some semblance of sanity during this insane situation. “Maybe we can break the bond without damaging either of us.”

She was looking in all directions, as if someone would appear, throw a bucket of cold water on us, and we’d separate. “What? What?”

“If I move my penis in and out, maybe that will do the trick.” Certainly, sitting there with a skinny young woman glued to my groin wasn’t going to solve itself, even if it was a pleasure looking into her eyes. “You’ll have to push down while I push up, like we did before,” I explained.

Because the outer skin of my penis was glued to Carol’s cunt, my dick could still slide in and out. Carol grunted as she pressed, but with her meager weight and my position, there was no leverage.

“We need to roll over.”

“Huh?”

“I’m heavier. Maybe I can make some progress. On three.”

We rolled as one.

“Ouch, that hurt!” she cried. “You put all of your weight on my thigh. You probably left a bruise.”

A small problem in light of our situation. In the process, Carol’s bikini top had shifted. One tit, about the size of a ping-pong ball, was exposed. It was 90% areola and nipple. Quite erotic. I felt my trapped penis pulse. “Hold on.” Carol chose my ass. I leaned in. The first four inches was rubbing inside her, but the adhesion persisted. I pulled canlı bahis siteleri back, using my knees for leverage.

“When you move, it feels like you’re pulling my pussy inside out.”

“Maybe smaller movements.” Saroya’s dress had come apart after several trips under the bed. Perhaps repetitive movement would work. I envisioned a car piston, moving up and back. I repeated short thrusts, over and over. Carol’s pussy obliged by rubbing against my prick, the part that was inside her. Maybe we were only stuck around the entrance? There! Was that progress? Had I inched my way deeper into her pussy? I pulled back, with no success. One more time. Push. Yes! The bond was loosening, or my imagination was getting the better of me.

“You’re going deeper!”

“Yes, but the glue is breaking free.”

“So pull out!”

I scooted back but Carol slid down the bed with me. And, her bikini top rolled up. Now both of her tits were exposed. Had she noticed?

“Maybe if you moved with me, this would go faster.”

“I can’t.” There were tears in her eyes. “I just wanted to feel what the others felt, that’s all. I didn’t want this.”

Now she tells me. What did she expect, putting it in ‘just a little’? What’s wrong with young women these days? “It’s a bit late for that, sweetie.”

“Anyway, I’m too scared to be excited.”

Her inflated nipples told a different story. I’d never put a woman’s whole breast in my mouth at the same time. What the hell, when would I ever have this chance again? I leaned forward and sucked one tit into my mouth, carefully shielding my teeth.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

I thought it was quite obvious. I tongued the nubbin as I sucked.

“Get your mouth off -“

I dragged my tongue over the surface.

“Stop it!”

Carol’s hips wiggled. She pressed harder against me. I went deeper into her cunt, then pulled back. Yes! We had bidirectional movement. Some more in, a little out.

Carol’s pleas turned to coos, then moans. Perhaps no one had tested the sensitivity of her two stubby tits.

After a dozen or so slides, Carol asked, “Is this fucking?”

“Yes,” I panted, “This is fucking. How does it feel?”

“Some of the others, ooh, they tried to tell me, ooh, but this -“

I did the same to her other tit, sucking hard and stimulating the nipple.

“Oh God, oh God.” Carol wrapped her legs around mine, bouncing as if we were on a trampoline. “Fuck me!”

I was. Fucking her, that is. My strokes were longer, deeper, with no more withdrawal. But I was concentrating on in and out, not just out.

“Do you like fucking me?” she asked. The tears had stopped, replaced by a pleading expression.

It took no thought. “Yes. I do. I love fucking you.” I was drowning in her eyes.

“Then fuck me, and don’t stop.”

This scared little girl had become a horny devil. If she wanted to be fucked, and I was going to fuck her, no reason to hold back. I threw myself into it, kissing her face, sparring with her tongue, licking her nipples. It was all too much. My balls churned. I was going to cum, not just a dribble, but gushes, deep in this woman’s cunt. Then it struck me, we weren’t using protection. Was she on the pill? The adhesive had me trapped, what was the point in asking? I had to pray she wasn’t fertile, and that timing was on my side.

I worked my hand down between us. Her hand was already there, stimulating herself, so I grabbed her ass. “Oh, this is so good. It’s never felt like this.” I expected she meant masturbation, not in comparison with another sex partner. “Don’t stop. Oh God!””

Who was I to argue? I was moments from cumming. When her fingertips grazed my balls, which was all it took. I pressed in as hard as I could, two, three, four deliberate thrusts, each one delivering a slimy gift.

“Wow! That was awesome!” Carol kissed me on my lips. The innocence was gone from her eyes. Now they reflected sensuality from her first real experience. My penis refused to shrink, and we were still glued together.

The door to my room burst open. Hadn’t I locked it? Of course I had, but that didn’t stop the intruders, Zenellis with the same two guys as before, marching into the room, stopping at the edge of the bed.

The techie assistant with the PDA whispered in Zenellis’s ear. “Finally, Mr. Marcus, you are with your assigned young woman. Don’t worry, my dear, I will treat this as mutual consent, even if he dragged you here and -“

“I consented,” interrupted Carol. “Except we kinda got stuck.” I raised up, and her hips followed.

Zenellis glanced at the empty tubes on the nightstand and laughed. “Quite an inventive use of FasTack, I must admit. Bonding yourself to a young lady for prolonged intercourse.” He snapped his fingers. The brute beside him reached into a coat pocket and produced a spray bottle. “Always good to have the antidote, hmm?” He took the bottle from his bodyguard. “Up, please.”

I made some space between me and Carol’s body. Zenellis pumped the spray twice. The liquid tingled, and my dick popped from her cunt.

“There! All better,” said Zenellis. His eyes moved to the ceiling. “Too bad we couldn’t record your performance for posterity. Don’t worry about confirmation.” He addressed his geek assistant. “Credit $25,000 to Carol’s father’s account.”

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

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

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

Despite the fact that the professor was talking about the economic growth of China and its effects on American jobs, I couldn’t stop myself from seeing the faint outline of his head beneath his khaki trousers.

They were Dockers, those soft khaki pants that don’t really wrinkle and hugged his ass just perfectly. I was so sex driven this entire week, all I could do was stare at his dick. The outline of his head, somewhat hidden by his pants, was enough to make me squirm in my chair. When he would step close to my desk to use the chalkboard, I could only picture his pulling it out, right there in class, and teasing me with it. Waving it in the air and putting it in my face without letting me get a lick.

There wasn’t anything too spectacular about Professor Jim Nelson; he wasn’t terribly bright, attractive, or humorous. Maybe that was part of the draw, that I knew I could lure him in. Maybe with a schoolgirl outfit, the top unbuttoned low. He had a nice build, but his face was plain. He dressed nicely, but always wore plain colors to school. Still, the only thing on my mind was his cock and I.

As I’d packed my bag for school that day, I decided to bring along my small vibrator, too. I knew I would need relief during the day, and worried I wouldn’t be able to do it quick enough manually. It was in the shape of a make-up compact, easily disguisable as a cosmetic. I loved it, because it was also silent. I could have used it in class, and apart from the facial expressions I’d make, no one would know. The piece that vibrated was only about 1 ¼ inch long, and attached to the batteries with a cord that could wind up inside the compact. It was perfect.

Staring at his cock, Prof Nelson finally illegal bahis noticed the direction of my gaze and confronted my eyes. I was embarrassed, and if he had any doubts before, the blush on my cheeks was sure to confirm what I’d been looking at.

I quickly walked out of class to the nearest bathroom. I couldn’t take it. My clit was on fire, and I could feel the hot wetness of my juices in my underwear. I put the seat down on the toilet, and when I pulled my shorts down I was enveloped in the sweet smell of my pussy. I pulled the vibrator from my purse, pulled the cord out and turned it on. Sweet silence.

I touched the vibrator to my clit tentatively at first, as it was swollen and I didn’t want to jump up in surprise. I looked down to see my tight stomach traveling down to my hairless pussy, and my fingers working the vibrator into my pussy and clit.

I closed my eyes and pictured the classroom I was just in. I saw Prof Nelson at the board, drawing a loose diagram of the imports and exports of the U.S. I was still staring at his perfect cock with he stared me straight in the eyes.

This time, instead of me running off, I envisioned him coming towards me, the slight bulge in his pants growing. I could feel my pussy getting hotter, burning to touch, suck, or fuck his cock. I could feel myself salivating, my tongue tracing the lines of my teeth, wishing I could wrap my mouth around him.

He came forward, his bulge ever apparent now, and asked me to come to the front of the class. It was a classroom of about 50 people, a mixed crowd of mostly college juniors. As I stood to walk forward, I could feel the wetness in my panties cling to my lips. I got to the front of the class, illegal bahis siteleri and he instructed me to kneel before him.

At this point I heard another girl come into the bathroom, and from the small crack in the door I could see that she was shapely and curvy. I didn’t know her, but couldn’t help but start to imagine that she would hear me, hear the vibrator, and know what I was doing. That she would wriggle open my door too fast for me to put my toy away, and see me playing with my clit. I could almost feel her eyes on me, and see a devilish smile cross her face as she lifted her skirt to me, and closed the door behind her.

I pictured a girl who was about 5’5″ and 130 lbs, thick in all the right places. A nice stomach, large breasts, and an ass that perfectly turned into legs so smooth I wouldn’t want to take my hands off of them. I fantasized that she would lift her skirt to me to reveal a hairless, pantiless pussy. She wouldn’t ask me to suck on her clit, but it would be so swollen and inviting that I’d pull her ass to me, prop her foot upon my thigh, and touch the tip of my tongue to her wet pussy. I could almost smell her, right before the door slammed in the bathroom and I was jolted out of that fantasy and back to Prof Nelson.

After kneeling, he would simply pull out his cock, which would be revealed as massive at this point, and simply say, “suck on it.” His beautiful cock in my face, nicely trimmed balls, so inviting that I’d inhale his cock into my mouth, quickly spitting all over it to build up lubrication and slide my hand up and down his cock while I twisted with my wrist. I could hear the rest of the class egging me on, encouraging me to take more of his cock, suck canlı bahis siteleri it harder. They called me a slut and a cock whore, and I loved every minute of it. I could feel my pussy getting hotter, and as I pictured Prof Nelson’s cock in my mouth my pussy felt hotter against my busy fingers. I suppressed a moan, and moved the vibrator up and down on my clit.

In my imaginary classroom, a football player in the back of the class comes forward as I have Prof Nelson’s cock deep in my throat. He bends down and touches my ass, sliding his hand between my ass cheeks and down to my pussy.

“Fuck her!” another guy yells, to much encouragement from the class.

In my bathroom stall, I can feel myself coming so close to orgasm. Part of me wants to delay it, but I know that my absence in class will soon be noticed.

The football player pulls down his athletic shorts to reveal his huge cock. He spits on the tip of it and kneels down behind me, pulling my shorts down just to the top of my knees, just enough to penetrate me.

Without regard to whether or not it will hurt, he thrusts his cock deep inside me, making me gag on Prof Nelson’s cock, and I thrust back equally hard.

In my stall my fingers slow down but the building orgasm is inevitable at this point. I can feel the energy coming from my fingers and toes and centralizing in my lower abdomen before it explodes in my pussy and I bite my lips to stifle any sounds. My legs are weak and there’s a small drop of sweat running down my calf from the back of my knee. I want so badly to have a cock inside me at this very moment, a cock to impale myself upon and thrust into.

My orgasm fades, and I breathe slowly. Stowing away my toy, I stand and pull up my shorts, buttoning and zipping them before stepping out to check myself over in the mirror. When I walk back to the classroom, Prof Nelson looks at me quizzically, and I return his inquiry with a wink and a blush on my cheeks.

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