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Author’s Note: it is helpful to read part 1, but hopefully this story still stands on own. The quick synopsis of part 1: student Andrew recognizes his professor’s submissive nature and uses him sexually while also sharing him with his fraternity brothers.

Part 2 starts right after Andrew’s fraternity brothers have just finished getting serviced by their professor. Andrew sends Dr. J. a text promising a new task.

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*****

My new master, who is also one of my students has promised me a new task. I have just finished giving head and receiving cum from two of his fraternity brothers. It has been an interesting day to say the least.

Andrew has fully brought out my very powerful submissive side and is quickly taking me deeply down that path. A smart man would have shut it down, but while I have a Ph.D., when it comes to sexual submission I am as dumb as they come! So, I sit in my office staring at my phone waiting for Andrew’s text knowing I will gladly obey his request. It is who I am.

Moments later I am happy to receive the text.

Nice work with my brothers, faggot. The photos and video are excellent. And they claim you “gave top notch head.” Next job I have for you actually involves a woman, do you think you can handle it! ??

While I greatly enjoyed serving by sucking and was feeling proud of my efforts, I still preferred women and was excited to hear I might get a chance to be submissive to a woman. It turns out that my submission was still going to be to Andrew.

I am sending Julie there. She is going to offer herself to you to get an A in the class. You are to say yes and take her any way you want (don’t let her off the hook easy!). She thinks she is trapping you for me and will be capturing video and audio (she thinks secretly). Let her do all of this, fuck her, and to an outside observer the tape will simply show a perverted old professor taking advantage of a beautiful young co-ed. I will add the video to my leverage points over you. You will eventually have second thoughts, but these leverage points will nudge you back to being my complete submissive slave.

Julie arrives in 15 minutes. Video capture will be live so I will be watching! Impress me. Oh, and enjoy Julie. She is a great fuck and seriously hot. See, I am a benevolent dictator! Enjoy.

Fuck! He really is brilliant. The video would get me fired in a heartbeat, and I was about to willingly participate in its capture.

I cleaned myself up, got my desk organized, opened up my laptop and got ready to serve my master one more time.

Normally I like being submissive, not dominant, but this was a unique situation. I was going to be dominant in order to be submissive to my master. Plus, what college professor hasn’t fantasized about trading sex for grades with a smoking hot co-ed!

I texted Andrew one last time.

How much poetic license do I get here. I just might have fantasized about this very situation a few times!

Go for it, just be sure it comes across as authentic. Remember, you are fucking Julie AND yourself, so dig as deep of a hole as you would like.

I smiled. It has only been a few hours, but so far being Andrew’s submissive has been great fun.

KNOCK

“Come in.”

Julie entered my office. I was already excited, and thus hard, so I didn’t get up to greet her.

“Hello, Dr. J, I am Julie Ferguson, I am in your 9:00am class.”

Like I didn’t know that. I acted like I needed that reminder and asked her to sit.

“Can I drop my stuff here?” she said pointing at my high credenza. My thought was “well played” as that camera angle would be perfect. I told her no problem and she took a moment to put her bag on it, positioning it so the camera poking out of it was capturing us. I acted like I wasn’t paying attention, and if I didn’t know to look for it I would have not spotted the small camera end sticking out of the top of her pack.

She settled down into her illegal bahis seat. She looked nervous. I waited patiently as my eyes looked her up and down. If I am supposed to play pervert, I might as well go all in.

Julie is hot. She was wearing jeans that were tight and I especially admired her ass as she turned to position her bag. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt but even then you could tell she had large tits. He face was part girl next door, and part sultry foreigner. I found out later she was actually part American Indian, so actually she was not a foreigner at all.

Finally she began.

“Can I talk to you about my grade in this class?”

I went to my laptop, hit a few strokes and called up her grade. A C, trending towards a B.

“I see a student struggling with a C.” Why not start the set up early.

“Yes, that is why I need to speak with you. I need to maintain a B+ or better to keep my scholarship (I later learned this was true), and I am at risk in this class and another. I went to the other professor first, but she was not helpful. So I really need to move this grade to a A, and I am willing to do anything to make that happen.”

Ah, those magical words: “anything to make that happen.” No way a professor doesn’t have dark thoughts upon hearing those words. And in this case I don’t only get the opportunity to act on those dark thoughts, I am under orders to do so!

“That’s a big jump,” I started to lay the foundation. “That will require a great deal of effort and time.”

Julie looked at me with an innocent look and said, “I have so many commitments this semester, are there any options that might not take so much time?”

I decided to make her work for it knowing she was under orders from our shared master to make this happen.

“There aren’t many shortcuts when Finance is involved.” I said in my most pompous professorial voice.

“There has to be something we could do together. I really am desperate!” Julie looked like she might cry. I was enjoying the show and was hopeful that Andrew was also.

I remained silent for a while and then said, “The solution I have in mind would involve a pretty big leap on your part.”

“I will do ANYTHING!” She said stressing that last word.

Again I paused. I slowly looked up at her and held her gaze for a moment.

“Julie, you are a beautiful young lady, and you have just told me you will do “ANYTHING” to get a better grade. But the anything I have in mind is likely different than what you were thinking.”

She looked at me with a look of confusion, and softly said, “what do you want me to do?”

“Ahhh, now you are starting to understand. I want you to trade access to your body for the grade. Basically, fuck your way to an A.”

“Dr. J, I can’t do that!”

“You said ANYTHING, did you not mean it?”

“I didn’t mean THAT!”

“Well here is the problem, I am beginning to really warm up to the idea. And what I have is a desperate student, who wants an A, but would really be screwed if perhaps she got a D, or even an E, a grade I can easily give you. So, let’s look at it this way, I am going to fuck you either way, you might as well take the route that gets you an A and just might give you an orgasm or two.”

I looked at her intensely and raised my eyebrows as a “what’s your answer?” gesture.

“Just once, right?”

I laughed. “Oh no, you are going to be my fuck toy all semester, and at the end if you have been a good fuck toy, I will give you an A. But if you walk out now, or bail out before the semester ends, then an E is in your future, and you can kiss that scholarship goodbye!”

“But Dr. J I can’t …”

I cut her off.

“You can, and you will.”

I stood up, walked around my desk (the opposite way I would normally do it to be sure the camera got the best view). I stood right in front of her, my erection pointing at her and I began to speak. As I spoke I reached down and brought her hands up to my crotch.

“Consider this a special tutoring opportunity with three parts. Part one, illegal bahis siteleri you are going to start wearing sexier, tighter clothes to class. I want to be enjoying my view each and every class session. Part two, you are going to come to my office once a week for a one hour “tutoring” session. I will enjoy you each of those visits.”

I stopped for a moment and unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and brought her hands back to it.

“Stroke me while we continue.”

She paused as I just looked down at her, then her hands started to please me. I smiled.

“Then there will part three and that will be a quite rigorous final exam. That will be a multi-day experience, we will discuss that more later. You are doing well stroking my dick. This is a good start.”

I stopped for a moment and just enjoyed her touch. After a bit I began again.

“Now, back to the after class tutoring sessions: during each of those hours you will be mine to enjoy. I will touch you how I want, you will touch me how I want. Like you are doing now. You will suck my cock, and I will fuck you.”

I paused for a moment to again enjoy her touch. “Stand up and take off your sweatshirt. I want to see your breasts.”

I pulled her up. She hesitated, but then removed the sweatshirt. She had a black bra on. I love black bras. Her tits were perfectly presented to me.

“You are so hot Julie. I am so going to enjoy our new approach to this class. Take off your bra, offer your breasts to me.”

“Dr. J, I don’t think I can do this.”

I grabbed her by her ponytail, pulled her face towards mine and sternly spoke.

“Once again, you have no options now. You will be my spring semester slut. Either that or you will fail my course and I will be sure you lose that scholarship. So take off your damn bra and beg me to use you like the desperate slut you are!”

Julie looked stunned. But then started to reach behind herself and a moment later her bra fell off. Her tits were spectacular!

“Are you my slut?” I asked her.

“yes,” she said meekly.

“One more time, and convince me this time: Are you my slut!”

“She reached out, grabbed my hands, brought them up to her breasts and said, “Yes Dr. Jackson I am your slut.”

I didn’t respond but just started to molest her breasts. Her hands returned to my dick.

“Be a good slut and you will earn that A. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes, Dr. J. But you said something about a multi-day final. What will that be?”

“That will be your final exam. You will travel with me for a weekend and be my date, my lover, and my slut.”

With that I brought my mouth down to her breasts and started to kiss and suck on them. Her nipples were rock hard and she started to moan.

Her hands left contact with my dick and grabbed my head, pushing me into her chest. I took my time and we both enjoyed my oral assault on her breasts.

Finally I straightened up, looked directly at her, and said, “Drop to your knees, suck my cock, and swallow my cum. Start earning that A!”

She did just that. I enjoyed her efforts while I took photos of her sucking my cock. She bobbed and sucked and her hands fondled my balls. She was no rookie at pleasuring a man.

And just like Andrew did with me, I grabbed her head, and started to cum. I sprayed my cum on her face and down onto her tits.

“Swallow my last spurt you slut!” I yelled at her as I jammed my cock back into her mouth.

She did. And she sucked and swallowed the after shocks. It felt amazing!

“Good slut!” I said to her as I took a bunch of photos.

I pulled her up and started to lick my own cum off her breasts.

“This is kinky Dr. Jackson. It feels so good.”

I smiled to myself, as we were both enjoying ourselves but also obeying and pleasing Andrew, our shared master.

I brought my hands down to her tight ass. As I explored it I pushed my advantageous position.

“We have 8 weeks left in the semester, so we will have 8 post class get togethers. But to ensure the tutoring is effective canlı bahis siteleri we will need to do make up sessions for the weeks that have already occurred. That is 6 additional sessions. Count today’s get acquainted session and that is 15 total sessions. A small price to pay for an A.”

“If that is what it takes Dr. Jackson. I guess you are not giving me much of a choice.”

“Sure I am, be my willing, enthusiastic fuck toy for each of those 15 sessions, plus the very comprehensive final exam, or get an E in the class and lose the scholarship.”

I started to take off her jeans.

“Time to get fucked Ms. Ferguson!”

She didn’t say anything but didn’t protest or prevent me from stripping off her jeans and her thong. I helped her onto my desk and held her legs apart.

“Let me return the favor” I said as I buried my face in her shaved pussy. I started to lick and suck and she immediately became animated.

“God yes, Dr. Jackson. Oh, fuck that feels good!”

My hands went up her flat stomach and then found her breasts. I was now in my all time favorite position: orally pleasing a woman with my hands enjoying her breasts. In addition, I had to assume the camera view was spectacular. Julie was moaning and writhing in pleasure.

After only about five minutes she exploded into an orgasm. She just kept repeating “fuck!” as her whole body shook and my mouth was flooded with her juices.

I kept her orgasm going and then abruptly rose, grabbed her head and kissed her, sharing her own pussy juices with her. It was passionate and hot and we kept that going.

Then just as quickly, I stepped out of my pants, grabbed her ankles, put them on my shoulders and drove my rock hard dick fully into her pussy.

“14 more sessions, a fuck fest final exam, and an A. Yes?”

“God yes Dr. Jackson! Fuck me hard. I am yours!”

I laughed and almost reminded her she was actually owned by Andrew. But instead I just started to pound her young pussy. I lasted a decent amount of time and truly enjoyed the feeling of fucking such a perfect co-ed.

In a genuine voice I told her she was beautiful as I came hard into her. She had a second orgasm and together we slowly came back to earth as I stopped but didn’t pull out.

“I think I just might like earning the A!” she said as we just enjoyed the moment. I pulled out and without asking she slid off the desk and took me into her mouth. She fully cleaned me and then looked up at me and smiled.

“Thought I might earn some extra credit points!” she said as we both laughed.

I helped her up and we kissed again. I spent a few more minutes enjoying her breasts, and then released her fully.

She grabbed her clothes and started to get dressed. I stopped her a couple of times and took photos. She didn’t protest at all.

I sat back in my chair and just admired her beauty. She grabbed up all her belongings, slyly pushing the camera back into her bag.

“I look forward to seeing you in something sexy on Thursday. And our next session will be after class on Thursday.” I handed her my business card, “My cell is on there, text me later. If you really want to please your professor, attach a sexy photo. Don’t forget our agreement. I own your perfect little body until the end of the semester!”

She took the card, smiled, blew me a kiss, and said, “Yes Professor!”

I was watching her perfect ass exit my office when my phone chimed.

Nice work. That was hot. And that video would make you famous and get you fired in a heartbeat!

I responded as soon as Julie had fully exited.

I am glad you are pleased. It was obviously a privilege to get to have Julie and is was especially satisfying to know I was ultimately serving you.

If you remain a good little bitch I just might let you keep those appointments with Julie. And on that note, pack up, and head to 4327 Collingwood Court, apartment 5e. You get to meet Kassie. It will be an adventure. She has complete privileges over you. Do not disappoint her, and for your own health DO NOT disobey her. Understood?

Yes Sir. On my way.

Wow! This day just kept going. I had no idea who Kassie was nor what she had in store for me, but I obeyed Andrew and was in my car on the way to her apartment without delay.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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On day two back in Bucks County, PA, the gorgeous brunette took a bubble bath after the kids left for school and played back her insane week in Myrtle Beach. The gang bangs…the lesbian encounters…public sex…double penetrations…the anal sex…more anal sex…still more anal sex. Very soon, she was just stuck on the back door incidents and it puzzled her. Why did she like that so much? Was there something wrong with her?

She understood the concept of simple preference but this went above and beyond that. She had to be wired different; she craved anal sex and could orgasm from that alone. As a point of reference, Hannah sometimes liked a finger in her backside but only if there was that or more in her pussy. And she was a bona fide nymphomaniac, a self-described slut! Trying to get to the bottom- no pun intended- of her unusual (to her) fascination, the middle-aged beauty reminisced through her history with rectal penetrations, going back twenty-two years…

1.Inauguration

Brad had showed his hand almost immediately, asking Selena about anal sex just minutes after taking her virginity on her eighteenth birthday following six months of dating. She was declining even as he posed the question and kept turning him down after they were engaged. Her resistance finally cracked a month before they were married and after entirely too much wine. Her inhibitions all but gone due to the alcohol consumption, she was naked and lying face first on the bed in his apartment.

“Yeah, you can stick it in my boo-tay,” she had giggled.

He was kissing his way down her back and now holding one of the round globes of her behind in each of his hands. Extending his tongue, he dragged it over her tailbone while slowly prying her ass cheeks apart, the wet muscle then sliding down her crack. Even though Napa Valley grapes had decided for her that he could finally get in her rear end, she still couldn’t help but tense up. She had come to terms with his penis being in “there”, but his tongue? She was intoxicated, yes, but not quite “that” drunk.

‘I hope he doesn’t think he’s kissing me afterwards,’ she thought.

In seconds, the tip of his tongue was poking at the pleasantly musky, pliant opening and he stiffened it, stabbing the clenched orifice. Only the liquor in her system lowering her inhibitions allowed him to continue but even under the influence, she was very self-conscious about this act. Questions swirled through her mind: ‘Does it smell?’, ‘He knows what comes out of there…yuck!’, ‘Can’t he just stick it in there without this?’ Unable to read her mind and not getting any resistance, he started twirling his tongue around the brown, puckered hole along with trying to spear it inside.

After several minutes, she was surprised as she slowly realized that it did in fact feel kind of good despite all of her reservations. Different, even unusual but definitely good. She started to relax and recognizing that if it was unpleasant, he would have stopped, she calmed down even more. Holding her shapely backside apart with one hand, he used the free one to open the tube of warming personal lubricant and smeared his fingers liberally. In one smooth motion, he moved his tongue to nibble at the inside of one wobbling cheek while slowly inserting his greasy digit into her withering–tight anus.

This intrusion she was familiar with, he had been sticking his fingers into her asshole during sex at every opportunity. At first she had stopped him and catching on, he would wait until the point of her orgasm, when resistance would wane, and she would squirm even more feverishly. Finally, on the verge of climax one night while he was fucking her pussy doggy style, Selena had shyly whispered : “do that thing to my butt.” He teased and tortured her into being more descriptive and just moments before she was about to come, she gasped: “please finger my butt hole, please!” Now, especially when he was eating her out she would tell him the precise moment that she wanted her asshole diddled.

After working his finger in and out of her dainty asshole repeatedly, spinning it gently inside her bowels, he pressed a second one against the entrance of her tight channel. Already lightly bumping against his hand and drunk enough to block the fact that this was uncharted territory, Selena just sighed throatily, her rectum getting spread further than ever from the outside in. With two fingers now reaming her virginal rear cavity, the brunette started to buck her hips with growing excitement. Even though her vise like asshole never relented its pressure, he knew that her body was well-adjusted to two fingers after about five minutes and he tentatively started to introduce a third.

Proving the assumption correct, his canlı bahis şirketleri lovely fiancée grunted but lifted her backside to encourage this additional breach. Out of curiosity he kept his hand still with all three fingers perched at the gate of her rear orifice and Selena wiggled and pushed her behind upwards to get them inside. Her breath now catching in her throat, she clawed at the pillow as all three fingers snaked steadily into her suffocating bowels. She ground her splendid ass cheeks against his palm and then very abruptly emitted a high-pitched moan and began to buck her haunches rapidly.

She was coming. Hard.

Her mouthwatering body twitched like a fish out of water as the orgasm tore through her like a flood of euphoria. Brad watched with pleased fascination for a few seconds and then began to quickly but gently drive his fingers back and forth in and out of her pulsing asshole. At the same time he was squeezing lubricant generously on his aching hard-on and smearing it swiftly with his hand. In his mind, he was going over that years baseball statistics trying to calm himself. He had waited too long for this and didn’t want to get inside Selena’s incredible ass and blow his load right away.

As soon as her trembling began to subside, he eased his fingers from her anal canal and swung his legs over hers, mounting her and pressing her thighs together in the process. He could just see her hairy pussy (Hey folks, it was the eighties. Sheesh.) between the gap at the top of her legs and just above it, the source of his obsession: her tiny, dark rectum peeking from the base of her silky ass cheeks. He took a deep breath and holding his cock by the hilt, he aimed the fluid leaking glans at the puckered orifice, shining now from his preparation.

The prone brunette’s chest was still surging from her climax as she felt this latest assault on her tantalizing behind and she didn’t so much as flinch, far more relaxed than he was. The head poked against the rubbery opening and pushing with all the restraint he could muster, he dropped his hips slowly. Entry was slick and even more exhilarating than he had imagined as her anus grudgingly gave ground just enough, squeezing mightily but allowing the glans to pass. No sooner did it pop through on the other side of her sphincter than semen exploded from his balls to spurt like so much water from a fire hose.

Cursing under his breath, he lost himself and plowed forward, shoving the rest of his dick balls deep in her strangling bowels. Selena’s breath was snatched away instantly and her exquisite blue eyes went wide with shock. Expecting the onslaught of pain, she stiffened up and this affected the muscles in her asshole, almost impossibly augmenting his ejaculation. He squashed his crotch against her succulent behind as jism finally stopped spraying and sat motionless for a while, as did she.

Her asshole adjusted rather quickly to the bizarre stuffed feeling, constipation with pleasure and her hips started to bounce lightly. Quite a bit closer to sobriety than she had been during the oral phase of her anal deflowering, it was as if she was waking up with a cock buried in her ass. She couldn’t believe how wickedly enjoyable it felt and how even the slightest motion increased that pleasure dramatically. Equipped with this knowledge, her involuntary bouncing became intentional bucking. Brad joined her in this effort, withdrawing and then thrusting forward.

In another minute Selena was getting fucked in the ass for the very first time and she squealed with delight, humping upwards with delight. Brad was plunging his dick into her receptive asshole with long, deliberate strokes as his erection hadn’t wavered in the slightest and having come, his staying power was at optimal strength. He sank in and out of her tight, hot ass with abandon, she responded in kind and her next orgasm ten minutes later triggered his. Slimy, warm jit spewed from his dick while her anus pulsated in a symphony of ecstasy.

She awoke the next morning with a hangover but relieved that her violated rectum just tingled, no pain, not even discomfort. She was hooked.

2.Indecent

About three months after they were married, Selena had gone to take a shower before heading out that night with her husband for dinner and a movie. Brad joined her and a very short time later the gorgeous brunette was bent over and holding the faucet while Brad screwed her cunt from behind. He pulled out to ejaculate on her wobbling ass cheeks while she had been fast approaching orgasm. Pressed for time to make their dinner reservation, she said nothing, leaving the house ravenously horny.

She made it through dinner, appalled with herself as she actually considered going to the canlı kaçak iddaa ladies room to finger herself to climax. She wondered what type of woman she was evolving into that she would even have a passing thought about masturbating in a public rest room. She had been so very close, though, another 2-3 minutes at the most. If he had just put his finger ‘back there’ she lamented to herself, she would have come sooner, probably with him.

This line of thinking led Selena to an unrealized element in their sex life; since he was now fucking her up the ass on a regular basis, the digital stimulation had become almost non-existent unless she requested the act herself. Her thought process was now like so many dominoes and the focus was on her sensational behind. His fingers probing her rectum, his cock stuffing it and without realizing it at first, she was soon rubbing her thighs together as her lust amplified.

Usually buzzing after two glasses of wine, she had five with dinner.

Wanting now to go home and have her husband simply ravage her, he convinced her to wait until after the movie and the frustrated woman went along. On the very edge of being drunk, she stumbled into the theater with him and absently noticed that only a handful of patrons were seeing the same film in the cavernous cinema. After choosing seats, Selena went to the ladies room and with the wine playing the role of muse, she hatched a plan to extinguish the flame of passion that burned in her loins while seated on the toilet.

Rubbing her clit for a minute or two in her current state of arousal would have solved her dilemma but when she wanted it in the ass, she wanted it in…the…ass. Buoyed by the alcohol, beer muscles so to speak, the beautiful young woman stuffed her panties in her purse and skipped back to her husband and the movie she had zero interest in, a devious grin on her face.

Brad was glued to the previews and had only acknowledged her return with a cursory nod but she got his attention seconds later as she started unzipping his pants.

“Leena!” he whispered, “What the hell are you doing?”

Holding an index finger to her lips, she didn’t stop and in roughly a minute she had freed his dick and was jerking him to erection. He stared at his normally reserved wife in sheer disbelief but made no move to stop her. On a whim, she leaned over and swallowed half of his cock into her mouth and sucked furiously for several seconds. Stiff as a board instantly, Brad glanced around the sparsely populated theater and then looked back at his wife who had released his manhood. Rummaging through her purse, she came up with a small tube of hand lotion.

Thinking she was going to give him a lubricated hand job instead of sucking him off, he sat back as she lathered his cock with the moisturizer, closing his eyes. When she stopped, he opened them again and when she sat in his lap backwards, he opened them wide. He looked wildly around the room as Selena nonchalantly flipped the back of her skirt up and seeing her milky white ass cheeks bared as they were made his dick bounce. She leaned forward then, placed one hand on the seat in front of her and reached between her legs with the other, groping and then steering his throbbing hard-on.

Aiming it at her scintillating asshole, she eased her hips back when she felt his spongy glans bump the elastic skin at the entrance of her yearning dumper. There were a few misses as the angle was tricky, but relatively soon the head was sinking into her tight, hot behind. She bit her lip to suppress a moan out of consideration for their location and had to grit her teeth to keep from shrieking with delight when the helmet popped through and the shaft followed rapidly.

There was some discretion as far as speed of penetration once his dick was embedded in her ass but the longer she slithered back and forth, the more they threw caution to the wind. In no time at all, he was holding her sides and steadily pumping his dick in and out of her rectum while she just rolled her hips. He fucked her up the ass for just shy of five minutes and then she climaxed, a squeak of passion slipping from her lips before she caught herself. He started to spew his seed into her bowels after the contractions in her asshole began and they climaxed together.

After their dual orgasms wound down, she collapsed back into her seat and returned to the bathroom soon after to fart his come out. When she came out, he was waiting in the lobby for her and they headed back home and once there, Selena was fucked in the ass again.

3. Introvert

Six months into their marriage, Brad and Selena’s love life was still on the upswing and they were having sex like rabbits: 3-4 times a DAY sometimes. They canlı kaçak bahis experimented with multiple positions, oils and stimulants and just a month before, he had bought her a vibrator. She was reluctant and even slightly offended at first when he tried to introduce it into that nights play time. Eventually she gave in and seeing its multiple uses first hand, the toy was the catalyst for extending their sexual activity well into the morning. By the end of the week, the vibrator was sharing it’s drawer with some close relatives of various shapes and sizes including a string of beads that the brunette was having to work towards accepting. The concept freaked her out.

Brad had to attend a business seminar in Utah and would be gone for an entire week but thanks to the ‘Toy Chest’ she was in good hands: her own. By the afternoon of the first day she was so horny that she couldn’t stand to be in her own skin –this after fingering her pussy to climax during her shower. After starting a load of laundry, she marched to her room and retrieved ‘Big Boy’, an eight inch hard rubber, no nonsense dildo. Already naked since she hadn’t even considered putting clothes on, Selena laid on her back and opened her silky thighs wide. Wasting no time, she began rubbing the replica against the crease of her already moist pussy.

In about sixty seconds she was working the bulbous knob of the tool inside her craving snatch and in another minute, it was stuffed inside her while she arched her back and moaned with intense lust. Within moments, the dark-haired beauty was sliding it back and forth slowly and with ease as her cunt was now a fountain of lubricating juices, leaking down into the crack of her ass and on to the sheets. She held the end of the dildo with both hands and drove it back and forth while bucking her hips with a steadily increasing pace. Lost in herself, lost in the building pleasure, she twitched as one of her fingers brushed against her slick asshole.

With her slippery nectar greasing the entrance so effectively, Selena began rubbing her rectum with an index finger almost unconsciously and in just two Mississippi’s, it was wiggling into her anus. She craned her neck and gasped, immediately pushing the middle finger in beside it and rapidly sinking them both to the last knuckle in her tight, humid bowels. Never slowing the pace of the dildo’s invasion of her pussy, she fingered her asshole at an even more frantic pace. In just a few more moments, she was swept away in a hurricane of an orgasm, only her feet and the back of her shoulders touching the mattress as her body contorted with spasms of passion.

When her climax wound down, she slowly regained her sense of normalcy and was disgusted to find her own fingers in her tiny asshole, yanking them out and on weak knees going to the shower immediately. It was a microcosm of the war she would wage forever –the morals and ideals she was taught versus the deviance (she thought) of what gave her pleasure. The battle was back on later that afternoon when she lubed the vibrator while lying on her side and pushed the utensil into her asshole. Brad had often tickled her rectum with it while fucking her pussy or eating her out but for whatever reason had never inserted it inside her anus.

The smooth plastic felt strange in her behind but then she twisted the base to start the vibration and she yelped with delight. Incensed, she curled three fingers at once into yet again sopping twat and she was writhing almost immediately. The ecstasy intensified as she started pulling the apparatus back and forth in her dark orifice and she climaxed within seconds. She lay still, whimpering and quivering as the euphoria swept through her body and then started the driving of fingers and pulsing machine in their respective holes once again. After a third orgasm, she went limp, retracting her fingers while using her sphincter to force the toy from her ass.

It should come as no surprise, given her obvious escalation of experimentation, that the beads were in her hand later that night. She coated the strand with Vaseline and tentatively pushed all five marble sized spheres into her asshole while lying spread eagled on her back. Gluttony was on full display mere moments later as the thick dildo was in her yawning cunt, the vibrator sliding against her throbbing clit. She came twice and was headed towards a third when she hooked the pull ring of the beads with her pinkie and began to tug.

Needing better leverage, she rolled to her side and clamped her thighs together to hold the dildo speared in her pussy. Continuing to torture her clit with the vibrator in one hand, she then pulled at the beads once more. Her rubbery asshole opened slowly as the first orb stretched the hole as it reappeared and she tugged faster, the other four popping out audibly even as rapture savaged her body again…and again.

She woke up several hours later and even groggy, she started anew.

Next: picking up where we left off in South Carolina

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The first thing you should know about me, dear reader, is that I have no tolerance for stupidity of any kind. These days ignorance runs so rampant that one must wonder whether anyone will be able to rein it back in when its time for play finally expires; it seems to have no intention of returning to its lowly cave once the current fury resides. Ah, you would think that in voicing these concerns for the well-being of the outside I reveal a humanitarian side of myself. Do not be dissuaded: you will find no such adumbration in my writhing figure. No, I am only concerned with myself and the little life I have built for myself in this hole. One must look out for oneself these days and can hardly ask for much more.

The worst part about isolation, such as the one in which I have enclosed myself, I have concluded, is that everyone else only takes you for some poor sufferer of paranoia. They do not even have the wit anymore to realize that your bitterness is totally your desire, that you want nothing more than to cut yourself off from the world of docile bodies up above, and they insist on offering you their pity. In olden days someone like me would be cast out to the far edges of town and left alone. Parents would tell their children that some strange young rascal lives over yonder, my boy, and if you love me then you will promise not ever to throw the disc around anywhere near there, and if you should find yourself approached by anyone you will get yourself back home immediately. But now those gameplaying children have become the parents and, forgetting the better advice their fathers offered them, instead laugh from a distance while the little runts throw their pebbles.

But I am not so self-centered to think I can escape this hamlet of rubble completely by my own means. That is how a cycle begins, no doubt. So I have enrolled at the local university, the filth of which I can only assume is typical of all such institutions on this side of the tundra. The proud man might say that to enroll in a place like that, even if it receives no public funding, is to compromise one’s principles, which then become no principles at all, but mere guests of fancy, coming and going as they please. But to hell, I say, with the vanity of principles and maxims. The man of action has no time for such philosophical jargon.

And yes, while it may surprise you, dear reader, I consider myself such a man. I no sooner smother my passions than let them guide me to enact them, no sooner act on them than betray them for another, more delectable wish. If you do not believe me in how I characterize myself there is simply nothing I can do about it, but if you are only the slightest bit skeptical, only in need of a light nudge to tip you into my discipleship, than I have a story that will surely demonstrate my claims to being a man of action, which would of course be most appropriate for me to actualize.

Like I said, I have been wasting away the time at the local university, where I have actually done quite well for myself in rising to the near-top of my class. I would not have to hyphenate my ranking if I was not being constantly distracted by the awful men and women with whom I must share the lecture halls. If they would allow me merely a moment of silence I would float like a stray bit of ash up past even the brightest of them, but how can one hardly expect such a courtesy these days? I am slipping, I realize, into language that is all too poetical, and there is no one to blame but those awful texts they dare to call the constituents of a worthy curriculum. Excuse me while I take a brief moment to pour a drink and rid myself of these poor habits.

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Looking back on what I have written so far, I illegal bahis realize I may have lost some of you along the way. A part of me relishes in this, delights in it, insofar as my lack of brevity has weeded out the more ignorant men and women in the audience. But on the other hand it pains me to think of the time I have already wasted in providing such autoaffectionate literary exposition. Sometimes, I have not failed to notice, I have a tendency to be the slightest bit obtuse, but let me make amends immediately in rendering to you the example I promised, hopefully not to long ago.

There is this loathsome young woman, if one can use the term so loosely, in one of my classes who goes by the name of Kit. You can tell, I am sure, from the very beginning how disgusting a creature she is, with a name like that, one that practically smacks you on the head with its simplicity, its consonants that mimic the sound of a wooden block being dropped on another, if only to strangle the ear strings of anyone nearby. Kit has black hair that is never quite fixed right, as if she were a flustered raven too blind to fly during the nighttime. This impression is compounded by her large, round glasses with dark frames to match her colorless hair, the both of them seemingly serving only to provide relief to the redness of her perpetually swollen lips. Like two tiny shrimp they sit there on her putrid face, just waiting to exude the saliva she can never quite keep in her mouth. She is of slim figure, but breasts not well-endowed by even the most generous of margins, and her skin would be considered pale even in the northernmost colonies of the tundra. And perhaps all these offenses would be worthy of divine forgiveness were it not for her whining, nasal, raspy voice that so often disturbs my work, probably in addition to that of any honest laborer with a half mile.

Kit really never does shut up, especially about her sex life, which she claims is active but everyone knows is filled with the dirtiest, vilest scoundrels at best. She is also intolerably fond of relating everything to feminism and the latest drivel her blogs have dumped out; at least half of our class time has been dedicated to her ramblings.

Anyway, one day in the library Kit approached me, and started complaining about our professor. Barely listening, I tried to ignore her and continue with my work so I could get home as soon as possible, but she would not stop running her mouth. Just at that moment one of those passions popped into my head and manifested a terrible idea, likely straight from the mouth of the most despicable demon. I asked the vile girl if she would like to join me for dinner, probably with the deepest intentions of mocking her, but she immediately accepted and even seemed enthused at the possibility of naming me the next day as the latest of her gentlemanly suitors.

We started for the parking lot, beginning a seemingly infinite span of time in which Kit proceeded to bestow her thoughts upon me regarding our latest coursework. After this eternity, which on my part consisted mostly of nodding and making indiscriminate noises of approval, we had taken my car all the way across the village and arrived at my quarters. Entering the code I held the door for her—an act of chivalry that no doubt had as its source the same garbage that the poetical discourse did earlier—and followed her inside. She could not find the light switch, even though it obviously was in the most typical of places, just to the right of the entryway.

Having already demonstrated her stupidity, Kit then ushered an even further insult with a cheeky bit of sarcasm about how “clean” I kept my place, which was obviously incredibly messy, it not illegal bahis siteleri usually occurring to me to have guests over. I tidied up a bit while Kit offered another rude gesture, this time in making herself comfortable on the couch and sitting, of course, with her legs in a position that even the poorest of harlots would describe as immodesty. Looking at her I felt so much hatred that I began to feel dizzy, and took a moment’s rest in the reclining chair adjacent the couch, which any sane person would have realized as an effort not to sit too close to the cocky young girl. Both of us being twenty one years of age you would think we could have a normal conversation supported by proper manners, but of course such things mean nothing to anyone these days.

Kit must have got it in her head that there was some ulterior motive that had provoked me to invite her here, one that even I was utterly aware of, as, with a new glaze of wetness on her chapped lips, she crawled over to the recliner and sat on the arm rest. My body welled with such hatred that it must have mutated into a passion so intense that it confused itself for attraction, because I presently found myself picking the girl up and throwing her onto the couch, climbing on top of her and feeling my hands around her slender, pale body. She smiled, showing her pointy, despicable teeth, and said she was surprised I contained myself in the car earlier, a comment that I could not make sense of until afterwards. She leaned into me and mangled my lips with hers, but I hated her so much, I could not help but reciprocate. I took her raven-colored hair and gave a firm pull, but this only seemed to excite her more, as she began rolling her hips upward, grinding on me. I pinned her down and started biting at her neck, but she broke free and before I knew it she was on top of me, with a devious little grin on her face at having overcome my strength, a fault likely due entirely to the strange angle at which we were laying. I must admit with her grinding and grabbing at me there was nothing I could do to prevent the situation in my jeans, a development she had not failed to take notice of. I realized that we were much too far into things, and everything started to seem like the beginning of one of those horrible messes that torments you for months at a time. Disgusted as I was, I knew the situation would only worsen for me in the long run if I put things to an abrupt stop. Plus, I am not too proud a man to admit that I was starting to need again the touch of a woman—if, after all, you can regard this vile, whiny creature as such.

It was almost delightful, our tongues carnally tangling each other up, her saliva coating my lips, the sort of pleasure one gets from totally debasing oneself; by virtue of the absurd I was feeling up the girl I hated with my whole heart, as if it were precisely the impossibility and undesirability of such a situation that made it so delectable. To indulge in something forbidden by a higher authority can be thrilling, but to indulge in something forbidden by one’s self, by one’s superego, was an invigorating defiance unlike any other. My hands were slipping up her shirt and feeling her soft breasts, caked with a thin layer of sweat from her long day at school. And no, she was not wearing a bra, but given my earlier description of her, one should find this totally unsurprising.

She would not stop shoving her slithering little tongue into my mouth, except to bite her malformed teeth down on my lower lip, which never failed to give me a bit of a jolt. I was so focused on trying to find a brief moment in which I might wipe her slobber off my face, so that at least her kisses might be a little firmer, that canlı bahis siteleri I did not notice she had completely unbuttoned my flannel shirt; what ultimately brought my attention to this fact was that she began to scratch me with her filthy, pointy fingernails. I could practically feel my blood boiling, so to speak, at the liberties she was taking with me, and I immediately concluded that someone had to put this little devil in her place.

I pulled her onto the floor text to the couch and climb on top of her, tearing open her shirt and giving her breasts a rough squeeze, before tearing her glasses from her face and throwing them against the wall. She screamed in delight and pulled my head downwards by the back of my hair, biting my tongue in her mouth as I pinched her little pink nipples. The floor was hard and cold but that did not stop me from tossing her loathsome head against the tile, provoking her to scream and deliver a rough slap to my cheek, but it was all in good fun for her, or whatever fetishized bullshit she would call it. Her hand found its way to the button of my jeans and, being the little slut she is, she had no trouble undoing it even as I dove my lips into her neck and let the weight of my body sink into her.

Apparently not being one for foreplay, she slid both my jeans and briefs to my knees with a single tug, only to kick them away. What she did make me gag: she held her hand in front of her mouth and spit all over it, as if she were disposing of a worn out wad of gum, and then squeezed the tip of my cock with her little hand, poking her fingernails into me. You would think someone who has so much sex would be a little better at it, but Kit was not one to not disappoint. Anyway, to avoid another spitting episode, I decided to advance things further, reaching for her pants. I pulled off her jeans along whatever freakish underwear she was wearing (I dared not look) and she looked into my eyes—with that batshit crazy expression you see in only the most empty minded of individuals—and flashed me that horrible sharp-toothed grin, all her teeth white except one terribly yellow one.

My hand slipped down between her legs and felt her sex, wet and warm but covered in little hairs, as black as the hair on her head. I reached for the condoms I kept in a little drawer in the table adjacent the couch, but she slapped me again and pulled my hips towards her. In the heat of the moment the prospect of pushing her away, retrieving the condom, ripping it open, trying to figure out which side had the more lubricant—it all seemed very tedious, so I just went for it. I slid my cock into her and pinned her down by her biceps, slowly rolling my hips back and forth as she followed my rhythm. She was quite tight down there—it is a myth, after all, that loose girls like her have correspondingly loose you know whats—but she kept making these horrible faces, and pulling at the back of my neck, and our chests made that awful suction-like sound. All of this made me very angry, so I fucked her harder, and harder, and she slapped my behind like the little freak she is.

I tried to finish the grotesque act off as soon as possible, but having to either look at her face or close my eyes and lose my balance on top of her was a horrible dichotomy. I went harder and harder, but none of it seemed good enough for her, and just as the tone of embarrassment began to ring in my chest, I felt my member begin to pump inside her, the incredibly sticky feeling being quite horrible. Immediately I felt disgusted with myself and rose up off the floor. Dutifully she climbed onto the couch and covered herself with a blanket, flashing me one last stupid, idiotic grin.

It seemed like she started to doze off, so I shut off the living room light and locked myself in my bedroom, where I began to write this, in hopes that if I emptied my head of it before I went to sleep, I might wake up to find that nothing of the sort had happened at all.

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She’d noticed him around on more than one occasion but something about the way he held her gaze a second too long today, just wouldn’t escape her head.

She was sure she recognised him from somewhere, those dark eyes seemed to stir something deep inside her, something strangely familiar.

Shaking her head she climbed into her car, flipping the mirror down to check her reflection. Signs of age were creeping in but she still took care of herself. Not that it went noticed or appreciated by her husband. She could still turn a head as moments earlier has proved, something that always gave her a little kick.

Turning the key, it took a few goes before the engine kicked into life. She’d moaned a few times it wasn’t right, it fell on deaf ears though. The rain started to pound heavy on the windscreen as she pulled out of the supermarket carpark and started the drive home. The kids were with their grandparents this evening, a welcome respite while her husband was away working. She smiled at the thought of a heavenly bottle of wine alone on the sofa.

A couple of miles up the road her mobile trills in her bag. Pulling over to answer it’s her husband. Just checking in before he goes out to dinner with the lads. After exchanging niceties for a couple of minutes they say their goodbyes. She turns the key to start the car again, nothing. Growing madder by the minute she angrily tries to call him again, no answer. Clicking on her hazard lights, she starts rummaging in her purse for the AA card.

Suddenly lights dazzle her in her rear view mirror, ‘Fuck’ she thinks, pressing down the auto lock button on her door.

She hears a car door slam and a shadow appear at her window. The car windows are already steamed up in the hammering rain. Hitting the button she allows the window to roll down a few inches. It’s him. The guy from the supermarket. Both relief and dread consume her all at once. Relief at being ‘rescued’ and dread at him seeing her so flustered like this.

“Need a hand?” He asks smiling.

“Please, get in you’re getting soaked!” she replies.

She illegal bahis quickly smooths her hair as he walks around to the passenger side and jumps in.

He’s even better close up and smells divine. She feels something stir between her legs as he asks what the problem is, instructing her to pop the bonnet.

“Christ” she says to herself as he jumps out and flips the bonnet up. He’s not there long before getting back in, soaked to the skin.

“I can’t see enough in this light and it’s hammering it down, are you local?” He asks wiping the rain from his face.

“Um not far maybe a couple of miles?” She breathes in her very best damsel in distress voice. Almost cringing inside at how she must sound. She notices him glance at her hand, at her wedding ring.

“Have you called your husband?”

“No answer” she replies.

He notes the irritation in her voice.

“Can I drop you home & I’ll come back out at first light & take a proper look?”

She bites her lip, this isn’t something she’d ever say yes to but in a rage at her husband being of no use, she agrees.

“That would be great if you really don’t mind?”

“Sure” he smiles, “Don’t forget your groceries”, he nods at the bottle of wine & oddments in the bag on the back seat.

She gets out into the rain, this was not forecast and she is not dressed for it. Though October it’s been so mild. Wearing only flip flops and a strappy dress, they are now soaked through.

As she jumps into the warmth of his car she notices his eyes drop to her breasts. Her cleavage slick with rain and her nipples, clearly visible, haven’t escaped his attention. She can feel a warm tingle spread between her thighs. She hasn’t felt this in a long time and she relishes it. She can hear him swallow hard and in that instant, seeing the reaction she’s having on him she makes a decision. Looking up at his face, his dark eyes and dripping hair and those lips. Just begging to be kissed. She tilts her head and smiles at him, “Ok?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, don’t think..” he stammers.

“Shhh” she tells him, illegal bahis siteleri placing a hand on his thigh. He groans at her touch as she feels his thigh tense.

“You better take me home…”

Fumbling to get the key in the lock, her hands shake slightly as she feels him stood close behind her. She can hear his quickened breathing and feel his hand resting lightly on her ass.

The door finally clicks open and he pushes her through it urgently, hard against the wall. She’s facing it as he pins her down with his body. His thick cock pressing against her and hand snaking under her dress seeking out the delicate lace of her knickers. Guttural groans escape her mouth as she widens her legs encouraging him to continue. His mouth ravages her neck, inhaling her. Kisses alternate with playful bites, driving her wild.

Flipping her around to face him he looks deep into her eyes as he rips her knickers to one side feeling how deliciously smooth she is. As he finally kisses her hard and she relaxes against him he plunges two fingers deep into her tight pussy making her gasp both in delight and shock. A whimper escapes her mouth as he works his fingers in and out of her, his thumb circling her sensitive clit. She hasn’t been wanted this way, touched like this in years. She’d forgotten just how it felt to be lusted after, her juices dripping down his fingers told him that.

His cock is straining so hard against his jeans, she knew she was going to let him fuck her hard, here in her home. She should feel bad but instead it’s only adding to how intense this whole crazy situation made her feel.

“You’re going to make me…” she groans.

“Don’t, not yet” He cuts her off harshly, his tone sending a shiver down her spine.

“I’ve not finished with you…”

Picking her up, she wraps her legs around his waist. The house is dark, only the streetlight outside illuminating the hallway.

“Which way?” He asks.

She nods her head back behind her directing him to the next room. Pushing open the door a small lamp is already on in the corner. A huge canlı bahis siteleri bed dominates the room. He lays her down on it, sliding her dress up as he pushes her thighs apart. Delicate white lace knickers barely cover her neat pussy. Dropping to his knees, he nips at her through them making her shudder.

Pulling them to one side, he runs his tongue up her sensitive fold making her squirm up the bed. Sliding his strong hands under her thighs he holds her still firmly while he plunges his tongue into her tight sweet pussy. Throwing her hand over her face to hide the sheer ecstasy thudding through every inch of her.

She can feel her orgasm start to quickly build again, unable to escape his tongue as he holds her still.

She’s so exposed to him, in less than an hour she’s gone from admiring him in a queue to having his face buried deep between her legs.

Knowing she’s close he releases his grip from her hip plunging two fingers into her as he starts to flicker his tongue over her swollen clit. She can’t hold back any more and as he gently nips at her once more an orgasm rips through her. He can feel her tense around his fingers as she stifles a scream.

Working back up her body to kiss her, she can taste herself on his lips. Still desperate for more she wraps her legs around him tight. Reaching down he unzips himself. His thick swollen cock springs against her, she needs more, now. In one lust fuelled thrust he fills her, in a way she has never been filled before. She screams as a hot burn rips through her, never before has she felt so full of a man. He grits his teeth at her reaction and feeling how tight she is around his impressive girth.

Hooking her legs over his shoulders he plunges into her again and again. Her moans only serving as encouragement for him.

He knows he’ll cum fast, everything about this is fucking insane. On her marital bed, another man’s wife and the way she screamed for him.

He can feel his cock start to twitch and as his balls slap hard against her he explodes inside her. The deep throbbing tipping her over the edge, another shattering orgasm pulses through her. Each of their orgasms only intensifying the others. Her tight pussy milking every last drop from him.

They collapse in a damp sweaty satisfied heap together, desperately trying to catch their breath.

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It was a few minutes after 11 pm when we finally went to bed.

I was following my husband down the hall to our bedroom when he entered the room and I walked up behind him as he stopped to pull the blankets back. He stood before me with his back to me only wearing his boxers. I reached around his chest with both of my arms and gave him a big hug. I made sure that my breasts pressed up against his bare back so he can feel them give his shoulder blades a hug while I pinched his nipples that he loves so much.

I took my fingernails and ran large circles around each of his nipples and I could hear him take a deep breath as I did so.

I stepped back a bit and ran my nails over his shoulders and down the length of his spine very slowly teasing him with the touch all the while. I dropped to my knees behind him and then tugged lightly at the elastic band at the top of his boxers dropping them slowly just so that I could see the top of the crack of his sweet ass.

I then dropped my hands and lightly touched his thighs and lower yet dragged my nails behind the back of his knees. I then dropped my nails dragging them lightly down the back of his knees and down to his ankles.

I then reversed my motion and headed upward. Dragging my nails once again over his calf, the back of his knees and up the inside of each of his thighs. I then ran my right hand up the leg of his boxers and lightly touched the inside of his leg and very slowly and teasingly tickled the inside of his thigh and worked my fingers higher and higher. I then could feel the texture of his hanging balls. His breaths quickened again as I was certain that I was making quite an impression with him what my intentions were.

I withdrew my right hand from his boxer leg and pulled lightly on the seam at the bottom of each leg of his boxers pulling them down. They seemed to be snagged on something in the front and I pulled just a bit more and his boxers fell to the floor covering his feet. I cupped both of his bare ass cheeks with my hands and began to kiss each one lightly. While kissing his ass and darting my tongue around the top of his ass crack I took my right hand and slipped in between his legs and worked my way forward to cup his bare balls.

I lightly massaged his pair of peaches and noticed that he was more than at attention. His shaft was directly in front of him. I grasped it with my hand and felt it throb as I cinched it tight in my grip. Another gasps from my husband as I kissed his ass and clutched his rigid erection between his legs.

I stroked the entire length of his strong and solid cock. It felt so hard and so thick as my fingers massaged the length of his cock. He gasped each time my hand approached the head of his throbbing cock.

I continued to kiss his bare ass that stared at me while stroking his cock with my hand from between his legs… I felt so powerful having my way with him, as he stood nude in front of me. He just let me take him as it was and do whatever I wanted to do with him. I was feeling so strong having my way with my slave. I love this feeling.

I released his power rod and pulled my hand from between his legs and with both hands on the outside of his thighs pushed on one thigh and pulled on his other giving him the direction that I wanted him to pivot in front of me. He complied. He spun around and faced me almost slapping me in the face with his cock as it spun past me.

There it was staring at me… the pink of his head was getting brighter and brighter and I could see that the skin of his cock was stretching from being engorged with a healthy supply of blood to force it to be super strong and solid for my comfort.

I canlı bahis şirketleri stuck my tongue out in front of my moist lips and leaned forward and licked the slit of his cock. I did a tongue tip massage on his slit and seeing how deep I could force just the tip of my tongue down the barrel of his cum gun.

I reached up and lightly and so gingerly balanced both of his balls in the palm of my right hand. Lightly raising his balls and then lowering them again slowly I continued to clean the barrel of his cum gun.

I could see the muscle tone in his legs tense as I balanced his balls and then began to spin my tongue in circles around the bright red head of his cock radiating outwards from his hole.

Without warning I opened my mouth wide and with one tremendous lunge into his groin I took the entire length of his cock deep, so deep into my warm and moist mouth. He let out a guttural moan as I felt the tip of his cock poke the back of my throat. I continued to balance his balls and play one over the other as I slowly closed my mouth down hard over his stiff cock and slowly pull my head back away and could almost feel the veins of his cock tickle my tongue as I pulled my head back. It had grown so hard; so thick and so long and now it is so wet from my saliva.

I pulled away and let his cock literally pop out of my mouth from the suction of my lip’s grip on it. I glanced up at him and his eyes were glued down on me as he witnessed me pull away. His eyes were so wide and I could tell he was enjoying what he was seeing and what he was feeling at the same time.

My mind began to wander and I thought of what I could do to him that would send him over the top with very little effort and then I thought “oh yeah.”

I put the middle finger of my left hand slowly into my mouth and sucked on it in front of him as if it was another cock. I then took my right hand and gripped his cock hard and took my middle finger of my left hand and explored what lay behind his balls and tickled his ass and motioned with my hand that I wanted him to spread his legs a bit more…. he complied as if he could read my mind.

I pushed my finger further behind his balls and hooked it a bit and found has anus. I made small circular motions with my finger and again he began to do that guttural moan he had done earlier.

With my right hand I began to slowly stroke his cock with an alternating grip and lightly release pattern. Grip on the down stroke and lightly release on the up. Grip on the down, release on the up, grip on the down and release on the up…

My finger was now spreading his anus as he began to relax and I could tell he was just waiting for what he knew was going to be the next phase of his night as my sex slave. I forced my finger slowly at first and then harder and deeper way up into his ass as I continued my grip and release technique on his solid, hard and throbbing pole in my hand.

I bent my finger in his ass and immediately found his prostate and I hit the jackpot on the first stroke and his cock began to drip from the pre-cum that has been storing and it began to ooze out of his barrel.

Just wait honey… you are in for one hell of an orgasm… just wait and see.

I pushed on my husband telling him that I wanted him on the bed. He knew what I wanted and he knew that I wanted it DEEP. He lay on his back on the bed. I climbed on top of him and just hovered above his cock that was hard and stiff aiming right up at my pussy. I grabbed his cock and used the head to tickle my lips. I slid his head back and forth between my dripping lips. I held onto it as I then set myself down over the canlı kaçak iddaa top of his cock and consumed it slowly deep inside of me. I sat there for a moment as his cock stretched me inside and I could feel all of him as he filled every inch of my pussy and I then felt him near my cervix as he continued to grow harder inside of me.

I began to ride his cock as if I were on a horse and could feel him stretch me more as I felt like I was being impaled against his cock. He reached up with both of his hands and began to massage my breasts and lightly pinch my nipples while I continued to push upwards and then drop down to suck his cock deep back inside of me. His hands massaged my breasts and I could feel the tingle around my clit from the attention that my breasts were getting from him.

I began to quicken my rise and fall onto his cock and deeper and deeper I could feel him bury his cock into me. He began to meet my thrusts with thrusts of his own and we could hear our crotches collide with the squishy sounds of my soaking wet pussy slap against his own crotch. My right hand dropped to my clit and I could feel the wetness of my own lips and I continued to pound against him… up, down, up, down, up, down… Oh My God!!! It felt so good.

I masturbated as I pounded his cock and sucked it deep inside of me with my tightening pelvic muscles. He continued to play with my breasts and pinch my nipples. And then… he pinched me a bit harder than he had previously and that sent me over the top. I had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. He cupped each breasts with both of his hands and squeezed…hard. With that another wave of a tremendous orgasm raced from my toes to my head and the waves continued as my body convulsed with each wave.

I collapsed onto his chest in exhaustion. He then took his fingertips and lightly traced my shoulder blades with them and then continued down my spine all the way to the cheeks of my ass. On my ass he made tiny circles with his fingertips but one hand began to play with the top of my ass crack …and this gave me an idea.

After lying there for several moments enjoying the fingertip massage I pulled up and felt his cock slip out of me.

I stood up and walked over to the mirrored closet door and slid it open and reached for our box of goodies on the top shelf. I brought it down and reached inside and immediately found what I was looking for. I set the box on the floor, just in case I needed more toys to use.

I placed my left leg and then my right leg into the leather harness and cinched it tight around my waist and buckled it. The strap on dildo that was pointing ahead of me made me feel like a male looking down at it. A 7-inch erection was dangling from my crotch area and I was going to use it on my husband.

I reached back into the box and found the tube of KY Jelly. I took the cap off and squeezed a sufficient amount into the palm of my hand and then I began to spread it onto the dildo as if I was a male and used the jelly to aid me in my masturbation. My hand went up and down the length of the stiff but soft dildo. Back and forth went my hand to get its entire length sufficiently lubed.

My husband watched me since the moment I opened the closet door and his reaction while watching me pull out the strap on dildo and me slipping into the harness was that of an instant erection. He was longer and thicker than he was earlier as he watched me lube the cock that was between my legs.

I pulled on his legs giving him the idea that I wanted him to get off the bed… he did. I took my hands and placed them on each shoulders and pushed him to one side to indicate canlı kaçak bahis that I wanted him to turn around and face the side of the bed. I then pushed his shoulders forward and he got the idea that I wanted him to bend over the bed and give me his ass.

He bent over, his ass towards me and he put his elbows on the bed and waited… and waited. I just took my time killing him with the anticipation.

I stood there and admired his ass as it was there waiting for me to take. I took the tube of KY and put more into my hand and then slipped my hand up and down the length of my cock and got it really lubed up.

I stepped forward and placed the head of my cock against his tight ass. I worked it slowly around his hole and he finally began to loosen up and I then slid my 7-inch cock slowly into his tight hole. I could hear him moan as he began to take it slowly up into him. When he had about 3 inches into his rectum I pulled it out slowly.

Such power… I could feel power as I stood there behind him and had “my cock” again slowly pushed into him. Again he let out with a deep guttural moan. I could almost feel the vibration of his moan transmit through “my cock” and against my clit. I felt a tingle as I entered him again. The sense of power as I fucked my husband’s ass was tremendous. I felt in control and was going to make him cum as he has never cum before. I slapped his ass. I could feel his anus tighten up and hold onto “my cock” and I could not push or pull … I was stuck.

I told him to grab his cock and he did. He grabbed his cock and began to stroke the length of his cock as I then shoved “my cock” deep into him again. His moan turned into a low scream as I let him have the entire length of “my cock” all at once. As I then began to work “my cock” in and out… in and out… in and out, he stroked his cock up and down… up and down… up and down.

As I pulled out at one point I quickened my pace and shoved it back in HARDER… I pulled back quickly and shoved it back into him HARD. Again… I pulled out quickly and shoved it back in HARD… again and again and again.

And then… I felt his anus tighten up again around “my cock”. I knew that he was about to explode. As I felt him tighten and pull against “my cock” I shoved it in very HARD and FAST.

He screamed a loud shrill as I buried “my cock” deeper than ever and I could hear him pounding on his own cock and then heard him moan and groan as each spurt of cum shot form his cock onto to the sheets that covered the mattress. I stood there with “my cock” buried into him and I could continually hear him moan from each spurt of his cum.

A moment later he collapsed onto the bed and as he did he let his rectum become very loose and “my cock” slid out and as it did he let out with a final guttural groan.

I stood there and looked at my spent husband sprawled naked in front of me. The crack of his ass was soaked from the KY that had lubed the dildo with and fucked his ass. He was exhausted and so was I.

I stood there and just gazed at him. He was totally motionless but I could hear him breathing hard as he tried to catch his breath. I unbuckled the harness and let it fall to the floor. I stood there and gazed again at my exhausted receiver of an ass fucking from the dildo that just dropped to the floor. I took my right hand and reached below and found my clit. I masturbated for about 30 seconds and I was so excited about what just took place that I exploded again with another tremendous wave after wave of a rolling orgasm shot through my entire body. My knees became weak and I collapsed to the floor as the final wave swept through me.

As I laid there… I wondered how a thicker and longer dildo would feel deep inside of my pussy.

I will go to my toy store online in the morning and pick another dildo that I will have my husband use on me next time…. hmmmmm…

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Marcy danced part-time at the Brass Pole, a gentleman’s club on High Street. It was a clean place where men and women would tip well without expecting favors. There had been a few serious boyfriends, but none lasted so she lived alone more than with anyone. Now in her late thirties it was troublesome. Every breakup hurt just a little more.

“Want to get a drink?” Irma said.

Irma was just another dancer at the club that worked fewer hours than Marcy. She had a big belly that hung down in front. Some days it was thicker than others, but she always loved to show it off by wearing tube tops and letting it hang over her jeans. Despite fewer hours, she often received more tips than Irma – a never-ending surprise.

“Maybe just one. How about at Harvey’s?”

Harvey’s was a dive of a bar where people went only to drink. It was safe that men would not try to pick them up, so that was the preferred place to have a drink after work. They worked the early shift – four to eight.

—oOOo—

The two women had been at Harvey’s long enough to warm up the seat of the barstool and take a few sips of whiskey. So far no one had bothered them.

“You seeing anyone?” Marcy said.

“Been awhile since the last real guy. My Dad’s in town, staying at my place.”

“That must put a dampener on things.”

“He and I are close. Honestly, he’s someone I really love.”

“Close?”

“Yeah…real close. We sleep together. He’s into big bellies like mine. It’s all good.”

“My old man and I have fucked, but it was purely sex. I don’t know if I’d want him live with me.”

Irma paused and finished her drink before ordering another. “I’ve got a problem with my leg. Doctor wants to amputate it.”

“Oh, no-o. Really?”

“Tonight was my last night dancing. Surgery is in two days. It’s one of the reasons he’s living with me now. I’ll need a little help for a while.”

“What’s it going to be like?”

“It’ll be off about halfway above the knee they say. There’s a chance they may remove it all. I won’t know until I wake up after surgery.”

“How do you feel about this? It must be awful.”

“I talked with another woman missing her leg. Wow. She’s beautiful. Anyway, we spent a few hours together and I have a better understanding of what it might be like. I even met her husband, so I have a guy’s perspective.”

“She’s married?”

“Yeah, and after the amputation. Seems there are guys into amputees just as there are into big bellies or big hooters. So she sometimes actually dresses to accentuate her stump by wearing short dresses or short pants to let it show. Can you believe that? Yeah, and I saw it. It looked damned nice, too.”

“What happened to her leg?”

“Some rare thing where she believed her leg shouldn’t be there. She found a doctor to amputate it although nothing was wrong.”

“And now she’s okay?”

“Happy as a clam. I just hope that I can be.”

“I’ve got to ask, forgive me, but are you having yours amputated for the same reason?” Marcy shrugged.

Irma blushed as she finished her drink. “Yes,” she meekly whispered. “Dad and I have talked the last few months. He was the one that found the doctor for me.”

“Whoa-a,” Marcy moaned then finished her drink.

—oOOo—

Marcy went home alone; her mind still filled with the conversation with Irma about amputations. Growing up a friend had lost all of her leg because of cancer. Afterwards, Jackie lived as normal a life as before. Marcy had seen the stump at the swimming pool or on sleep overs. It was attractive, but it was the only one she had ever seen. She had even touched and massaged it. Jackie always said it felt good to have it massaged. By high school Jackie was dead, but not forgotten.

Now, all those times together resurfaced. Is that how Irma’s amputation would be? Marcy tried to put herself in Irma’s position and pictured knowing in two days her leg would be gone, and facing walking with crutches forever. Strangely it wasn’t such an awful thing. Probably because of having been around Jackie so much.

—oOOo—

John flipped the covers back as he heard Irma leave the bathroom, and waited as the crutch tips tapped the hardwood floor. She had injected her thigh with a potion that would create a stump. For the past month she had done the injection in an attempt to start the adjustment of having one leg.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he cooed as the bed sagged when she sat on the edge.

“Hey, Daddy. I missed you.”

He fondled her belly then her stump. “Same here.” He fingered between her thighs, felt how wet she was, then slipped güvenilir bahis the erection inside.

“God, Daddy…that feels so-o good. Fuck me for a while before we go to sleep.”

—oOOo—

Marcy woke a few hours after falling asleep – wide awake. There was no hope of finding it again. The dream had been intense. She had returned to the same doctor that had amputated her left leg. Only now they were discussing amputating the other. She was in a wheelchair and enthusiastic about the possibility. The nurse helping was missing an arm and leg on opposite sides, saying she was anxious to have the other leg amputated later in the year and how happy she was that I was ready for my second. The female doctor was missing a leg as well.

There was no work today so she gave up and went to her computer. She looked up YouTube videos of amputee women. There were many more than she expected – one leg, both legs, an arm, several limbs. You name it and it was probably there. She watched a few of women walking on one leg using crutches. It was not that different from watching Jackie.

Some told sad tales of limbs lost and how their lives were ruined. Others told a vastly different story much more positive hiding little about the amputated limb and a new way of doing things. Look at me, isn’t this great.

A few were previews of videos for sale. Marcy went to other web sites where she found models offering pictures and videos for sale. What sort of people bought them? Did Irma’s father watch stuff like this until her amputation when he would have his own personal model?

Marcy began to have a sense of excitement looking at the pictures and videos. Then, she allowed herself to imagine she was the model and the excitement increased. Would she consider an amputation? Yes was the only answer she found.

—oOOo—

John injected Irma’s other thigh. Now, she was legless, just hips without thighs. He ravaged her abbreviated body with the big belly, taking her in several positions.

“Daddy, Daddy, that’s so good-d,” she would moan offering herself over and over.

“I love you more than your mother.”

“I guess she wasn’t interested in being an amputee.”

“Or fat. It didn’t stop me from talking to her about what I wanted.”

“Would you have wanted me if she had?”

“Of course. I always wanted you, but I knew I needed to wait.” He fondled her legless hips.

“How long do I have to wait before the other leg?”

“Remember, amputations are final.”

“I know. I know. I’ve almost been legless more than missing one leg…and we have the wheelchair.” She wriggled and squirmed as he continued ramming her with his erection. “I don’t mind waiting for the arm.”

“You’ll look fantastic as a torso with a big belly.”

“So much better than that one chubby torso we have pictures of. We’ll enjoy how I am.”

It was still dark outside, not time to get up. John injected his left leg and made love to her again.

—oOOo—

Irma had been out of surgery most of the day. The left leg was amputated at the hip and now swaddled with bandages. Her crutches leaned against the bed as she ate supper and looked at the way that the sheets draped her body below the waist.

“Whoa, it’s gone,” Marcy said standing beside the bed.

“Yeah. Glad that’s over with. They had me up and walking the halls already.”

“Is it like you expected?”

“Better…other than the sutures. They say they will be there for over a week.”

“Listen, I can’t stop thinking about what you’ve done, and the woman you met.”

“You want yours off?”

“Crazy, huh? Three days and that’s all I think about. I knew a girl when I was younger…her leg was like yours. I had the same thoughts back then. I don’t know why they went away.”

Irma typed on her cellphone. Marcy’s made the sound for a new text message. “That’s the woman’s contact info. Talk with her and see how you feel afterwards.”

“Will she talk me out of it?”

“Nah. Liz had a good feel for all this stuff. Just talk to her.”

“It’d be nice if I could just be missing a leg part-time. I’d need to find a new career.”

“I will be an amputee model. Most all of the ones now are slender. A few are chubby, but they don’t show off their bellies and stumps. I’ll have a whole new audience.” Irma laughed. “Daddy has money.”

Marcy received a reply from Liz and read it. “Liz said I could come over when I leave here.”

“You’ll like Liz and Don. Both are great people. Older. Have been around the devotee and wannabe scene for many years. Both are missing a leg.”

—oOOo— türkçe bahis

Liz and Don were like most other people in every respect and married twenty years. There were no children by choice. They had other interests. Both were attractive, pleasant in appearance – fit, trim – despite being in their early fifties. They wore jeans and tee shirts. The left pants leg trimmed and tailored to fit over their legless hips where the thigh had been amputated at the hip by choice years before.

“I’ll get it,” Liz said and walked gracefully with a single crutch as she often did.

“Liz, I’m Marcy.”

“Come in. It was nice to hear from you. Don is in here. Can I get you something to drink…water, beer?”

“I’m fine for now. Thanks.”

Liz introduced her to Don who was standing with two crutches near the fireplace. And Marcy noticed that Liz’s tongue was split up the middle.

“Always happy to meet another wannabe,” he said politely shaking her hand.

“Maybe I am. I don’t really know. Only that some old feelings have resurfaced lately.”

“How long have you known Irma?” Liz said, then rubbed half the tongue over one lip. “Have a seat.” She pointed to a matching loveseat with a coffee table between them. As she sat she pulled the barefoot into the empty space where the leg should have been.

“We dance at the same club. Otherwise, we rarely spend time together. The other night we were having drinks after work and she told me about her upcoming amputation. It reminded me of a childhood girlfriend I knew. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”

“And you’ve never heard about wannabes?” Don said.

“No, sir. That was the first time. I shouldn’t be surprised. People find all kinds of things to be fascinated with. Some like a big ass, others a big belly.”

“I guess it’s all similar, but wannabes might not agree.”

“I know women that have had butt enlargements.” Marcy laughed. “Same for bellies like Irma’s where they eat ten-thousand calories a day until it has a nice sag.” She looked at Liz hoping for more of a display of her tongue.

“Yes. We all have a sense of how we should look,” Liz said, then clapped the halves of her tongue together a few times. “Yeah, something I did for myself a few years ago. I love how it feels to move in different directions. Most never notice.” She did a few tongue tricks. “About my wannabe feelings, it was like I am…only until about fifteen years ago there weren’t any doctors willing to help. Now there’s one doing nothing but elective amputations, and busy.”

“Irma’s doctor?”

“Yes. If that’s something you want we could help arrange.”

“I guess I do. I know that sounds wishy-washy. This has suddenly overwhelmed me. I bet by next month I’ll be certain.”

“What would help?” Don said.

“I wish I could be an amputee part-time.” Marcy laughed. “Good one, huh?”

“Well, you can fold and bind your leg with an ACE bandage.” Don smiled.

“I actually tried that the other evening. My foot poked out from my ass.”

Liz and Don whispered between them. Then, Liz spoke. “There is something to inject that forms a stump that ends right there. It lasts one to twelve hours.”

“Really? That would be perfect…for now. Do you have some you can sell me or tell me where to order it?”

“How about both?” Don laughed.

“Sure-e,” Marcy moaned, thinking about what to try first. “I don’t have any crutches. I need to get some on the way home.”

“We have extras you can borrow until then. Don’t worry. I understand you are a dancer,” Don said. “Maybe you could give us a sample.” He grinned.

Marcy faced away and began to moved her hips about. She eased the spandex pants down uncovering the flesh.

“God, that’s so hot,” Liz moaned.

Marcy whacked one with the flat of her palm making a low smack.

“Impressive,” Don moaned.

“I bet you’d like some of that,” Liz said to Don.

“I would.”

“And I’d like that,” Marcy said. “Where should I inject?” Marcy held up one of the special syringes towards Don. “You inject me.”

—oOOo—

Marcy’s leg was still missing about mid thigh as she drove home. It was dark and no one would see her crutch from the parking lot to her first floor apartment. The leg would be gone for about three more hours. She had a few syringes and a vial of the potion, enough to last until the order arrived.

She was exhausted and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She stood in front of the mirror and studied herself from various angles and liked what she saw. She wiggled her hips as she had for Don and during her dance routines güvenilir bahis siteleri at the gentleman’s club. Everything look the same other than the stump of thigh.

Liz had assured Marcy that she could inject the stump before the leg returned without problems if she wanted it shorter. They had told her how to make it be off at the hip. She had seen their stumps. That interested her. She did not have to work the next day so she made another injection to last the full twelve hours.

She and sleep found each other quickly. In her dreams, she had the amputation. Maybe it was Irma she was thinking about. Probably not. It felt good to walk about on one leg. People were asking when she would get a prosthesis, and she always answered that she did not want one. She would go back to sleep and the dream would continue. When she woke it must have happened four or five times.

The covers flipped back, and Marcy saw her leg was gone just like in the dream. Then, she remembered using the potion. There were hours remaining before the leg would return. After throwing on some worn jeans and a faded tee shirt on, she drove to a diner a few blocks away where few if any people knew her. She hoped.

“I didn’t know you were an amputee,” the waitress said.

“I usually wear a prosthesis.”

“Oh. Don’t you dance at the Brass Pole?”

“Nah. Who’d want to see a one-legged pole dancer?” Marcy laughed and asked for coffee then recited her order.

“I had a boyfriend that would kill to see that. He was on me to lose my leg. What’s with that?”

“You still see him?”

“It was getting too intense about the leg. He said plenty women want to lose a leg. I didn’t believe him. Do they?”

“I’ve known a few. It’s not so bad.”

“Let me turn this in.” She slapped the order pad against her hand.

She watched the waitress walk away. How would staying like this be? She had a pile of money invested and could probably retired if she wanted. Maybe there were people that would be interested in a one-legged pole dancer.

The waitress refilled the cup. “How does that make you feel?”

“Wannabes? Doesn’t bother me. I can hook you up with a surgeon if you want it. Not very expensive either…about three grand.”

“You’re joking?”

“Not really. You almost sounded interested.”

“I was just thinking how he’d react if I did lose a leg. He was good to be with. I just didn’t believe it could happen. Whoa. I need to think about this.”

—oOOo—

After breakfast, Marcy went to the hospital to visit Irma. When she arrived, Irma was just returning from a long walk up and down the hallway. The doctor walked into the room a moment later.

“I’m seeing double,” the doctor teased.

“Double your pleasure, double your fun,” Irma said to the doctor, then to Marcy, “love how you look now.”

“Yeah. It’s much nicer than I expected. I spoke with Liz and Don. Great couple.”

“Is that from the potion?” the doctor said.

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I did their amputations, and they told me about it. Will you have an amputation?”

“Yes. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

“Will be happy to help. Love doing amputations.” The doctor chuckled then examined Irma’s stump. Several times he rubbed her belly fat then looked at Marcy. “Ever think about having something like this?”

“What, and be a fat amputee?” Marcy laughed. “Sure. Pump me up, will ya?”

“If you’re interested I have some pills that will make you gain fifty pounds in a few minutes. Lasts most of a day then you go back to how you were.” The doctor handed Marcy a handful of pills. “One is good for fifty, two a hundred.”

—oOOo—

Marcy thought about the pills on the drive home. She stopped at a thrift store and bought several dresses large enough to accommodate her larger size if she took a pill. Maybe it would fun to try, but nothing to compare with missing a leg. In a few short hours, she had regained all the feelings from seeing her childhood girlfriend. She knew right then it was something she had to do. Her fingers rubbed over the doctor’s business card.

The first thing to do was call the Brass Pole.

“Ralph, it’s Marcy. Something’s come up and I need to quit.”

“When?”

“Right away. Maybe I’ll need to dance later, but for now…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I have a tumor in my thigh. They want to do the amputation tonight.”

“Shit. That’s dreadful. Sounds like Irma’s problem.”

“In away. I saw her today, and she’d doing fine. Thanks for asking.”

Marcy ended the call before Ralph could say anything. Next she called the doctor as she swallowed one pill.

“Yes?”

“It’s Marcy, Irma’s friend. I’m ready for the amputation. How about next Monday?”

She felt her belly swell and begin to form an apron of fat to match Irma’s.

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Oh. My. Goodness. Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing? Creeping closer in the darkness, she realized she was, and while disturbing to watch, she felt her pussy twitch. Watching for a bit longer, until she felt sure she had to be back or be caught, she slowly and quietly made her way back to the street.

She had recently moved to the neighborhood, a really nice neighborhood, almost at the end of the cul-de-sac. Kids playing on lawns, dogs barking, birds singing and more than a few squirrels running up and down the White Oak trees had attracted her to the neighborhood. She drove through a few times, at different times of the day, to get a feel for it and see if she liked it enough to settle here. She’d noticed that people waved at you as you drove by, even though they didn’t know you. And they genuinely smiled when they did, so it didn’t feel like their eyes were just following you to see what interloper was driving through their quiet neighborhood. In particular, one day, she saw what had to be one of the hottest guys she’d seen in a long time. Dark hair and eyes, olive complexion, tall and well built but not overly muscled. And he was mowing his lawn. Shirtless. Yum. She’d never thought those goofy, long plaid shorts were sexy, but man, he’d make a flour sack look good.

He smiled and waved, smiling even more broadly when she slowed down and waved back. She took the opportunity to stop and offer him a bottle of water from the little cooler she carried in the car. Drinking so much water every day was too expensive to stop at every convenience store and inconvenient when she had places to go, so she started carrying a few bottles of her favorite brand with her, icy cold in the morning and at the perfect chilled but not too cold temperature by mid-day. Which was now. She appraised him with her eyes as he approached the car, glad that the sun was opposite him so that not only could he not really see the lust in her eyes, but she wasn’t blinded by the same light that hid the open emotion on her face. He introduced himself as Frank, thanked her for the water, and gave her another treat as he threw his head back to down half the bottle at once, the muscles of his stomach and chest undulating with his gulps.

She realized that she was almost eye-level with his crotch, and even though the baggy shorts hid any indication of what he had, her vivid imagination filled in the blanks. When he finally quenched his immediate thirst, he yanked a towel out of his back pocket, wiped his face and chest then his hands, and put the right one out for a shake. She reached out with her own right hand, realizing that when she did so, the shifting in her seat made her respectable length skirt ride up just a bit and at the same time caused her breasts to get pushed together, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. They chatted for a bit, her mentioning two houses for sale in the neighborhood she was looking at, and another about a half a mile away that she was also considering. He gave her the rundown of the area, letting her know that in about 8 months, construction was going to begin on a man-made lake connected to this street, causing property values to skyrocket.

That day was six months ago, and while she and Frank chatted when she saw him out cutting grass on the weekends, she never did see much of him otherwise. Which was disappointing, and one of the reasons she had decided to start jogging in the neighborhood. It was perfect for a good run; slightly hilly, exactly a mile from the main highway to the end, full of people out during daylight hours which made her feel safe, and had lots of trees lining the street so that she had a good bit of shade to run in. Hopefully, she’d see him out and be able to make more conversation, maybe more intimate than just a handshake and a cold bottle of water on a hot day. She also felt good about herself since jogging also helped her tone up a bit and drop a few pounds. Not that she didn’t already look good; she overheard the comments all the time about how men like a woman with a little ‘meat on her bones’ and cushion for the pushin’ and all that. All her extra weight was in her ass, which was a good place for it to be. It gave her a rounded, luscious look in jeans, accentuating her small waist and nice boobs. Full lips, but not Angelina Jolie full, a nice, straight nose, and some big, blue eyes completed the picture. She’d always been told she looked like an owl as a baby with those huge eyes, and after investing in some MAC makeup and a few tutorials, she knew exactly how to apply her makeup to accentuate those baby blues.

Her friendly, outgoing personality and willingness to discuss any subject helped. It had gotten her in trouble a few times, once waking to find herself tied up with pantyhose and being spanked with a spatula by a guy she met in a bar. He’d drugged her drink, taken her back to her place and raped her, thinking she wanted that when she got into a discussion with him about BTK killers, her love of cooking, and how she thought it was wonderfully innovative that during wartime in the ’40s, women drew hose seams on their legs with eyebrow pencils canlı bahis şirketleri because of rationing. She guessed when some people put two and two together they get five. He untied her, cried profusely, apologized repeatedly and called the police on himself. She found out later that he was mentally unstable and was not taking his medications. She had herself checked out, and overall was fine. No STDs, although she had some interesting bruises from the spatula on her ass, scratches on her thighs, and had obviously been sodomized. She found he had recorded part of the rape on her cellphone, but being embarrassed by the entire situation, and the fact that he had turned himself in, she never shared it with the police. It was bad enough when she found it and started to watch her assault. It was in snippets, just a few minutes at a time of her weird and disturbing night.

What bothered her the most was not how gentle he was with her; making sure that her ties weren’t tight enough to hurt her, having sex with her physically willing but mentally incapable body as though he dearly loved her, and spanking her as in the most enjoyable sex game. What disturbed her most was how much she wasn’t disturbed by the entire thing. How she actually got turned on watching him spank her and sweetly abuse her. What she tried not to think about was how much she had always wanted a man to do those things to her but how dirty it would be to ask. How she wanted to be tied up. How she wanted to have her ass spanked until it was warm and pink and then filled with a hard cock. How she wanted all those things but couldn’t ask for them. How she was almost sorry that she hadn’t been conscious, but if she had been, none of it would have happened. So torn.

So here she was today, after having moved into the neighborhood, fitted herself into a good life, and found a way to release some pent-up energy while doing her body some good. She wished she would see Frank again, and that would make her life better even even if it just gave her fuel for her fantasies. She had deleted the videos from her phone, but she didn’t need to see them to see them. It was late evening, much later than it usually was when she went jogging, well into dusk. She didn’t worry about creeps or thugs and didn’t want to get out of the habit of her daily run, so she put on her shoes, her running pants and a sportsbra with a loose tank over it, and took off. It was on her way back home, right before the last curve before the straightaway that she lived on, that she heard people talking. She was amazed at how sound carried out in the country without the city to drown it out. She couldn’t hear enough to have joined the conversation, but she did hear a man and a woman, the man speaking quite forcefully, the woman much lower, and an occasional smacking sound.

Her concern was domestic violence. There was no way that she would let a man hit a woman in her presence and not do anything about it. Hell no. She didn’t want to make a bad situation worse by running full speed into it, so she quietly crept from the street, across the lawn, down the side of the house and peeked around the corner into the screened, covered patio. What she saw froze her in her tracks. Was she seeing what she thought she was? Oh. My. Goodness.

There was Frank. Naked. He looked like Adonis. In front of him was a woman, blindfolded and bent over a low table, also naked. She was tied to the table by her wrists with padded straps. In one hand he had a small leather paddle and in the other, his cock. It wasn’t huge, but it was bigger than any of the ones she’d had. His hand wrapped around the shaft, stroking it tightly and slowly, the veins rising up on it, the head shiny and bulbous. When she heard him say, “Now it’s going in your ass.” she gasped, suddenly realizing how loud her own breathing sounded, and made her way back to the street. By the time she made it back to her house, her panties were soaked. Just the rubbing of her thighs in the fitted pants with the picture of Frank in her head had made her almost lose control on the way home. She undressed on the way to the shower, leaving her clothes in a trail on the floor.

In the shower, the cool water on her hot skin did nothing to cool her emotions. She washed her hair, taking extra time, trying to keep her hands and her mind off of her body. The thought of being the woman tied to the table became too much when she finished washing her hair and started to soap her body. Her thighs trembled as she brushed the washcloth over them and her nipples hardened enough to be almost painful with just her arms crossing over them to wash the rest of her body. When she reached between her thighs to wash, she exploded, her body overtaken by the sudden, violent orgasm, her clitoris hard and pulsing, her puckered rosebud tingling, and her nipples throbbing. Images of Frank fucking her played like a movie that she was a part of while at the same time watching. Her knees buckled and she fell in slow motion to the shower floor, overcome by the intensity of it all. She lay there for a bit, finally getting out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her canlı kaçak iddaa and crawling to bed. Her dreams were the same as her shower. She woke, tangled in the sheet, naked, with her body still humming. Considering how wet she was when she got up to pee, she had to have had at least a couple of really wet dreams that she couldn’t even remember. She put it out of her mind as best she could so that she could get on with the things she had to do that day.

No matter how well she controlled it during the day, keeping her mind as busy as her body, at night, she was a servant to her desires. Every day she woke up tired, her pussy drenched, a vague smell of sex in the air. How could she hope to even look at Frank again if she saw him?

Three days later, she found out. Out for her evening jog, he was doing some work around the side of his house. He called to her, but she acted as though she didn’t hear him. He called to her again, got no response and went back to his business. She made the run up to the main highway and was on her way back when she saw him standing by the street just before the final turn. There was no way to avoid him, and she didn’t want to seem unsociable, so she slowed and tried to act as though she didn’t want to break her stride, talked to him while slowly moving past, and tried to get away. It was no use; as she turned her head to acknowledge him and make nice, she tripped and fell. He quickly moved to catch her, succeeding in keeping her from landing face down on the street, but causing her to land face down on him. She managed to not hurt herself other than scraping her palms on the asphalt. He bolted into action, getting up, helping her up, and over her objections, taking her around the side of the house to clean her scrapes. Her insistence that she would be fine until she got to her house and would take care of her hands then was of no consequence. He bodily carried her along, her ability to move away gone with the closeness of him. He smelled vaguely of fabric softener and musk. She could smell the slight tang of perspiration from working outside, and could smell her own arousal on top of it all. She wondered if he could, too.

Rounding the back corner of the house, she froze at the sight of the little table, innocuous with a cold glass of water sweating on it, and a hand towel next to it. She felt her pussy throb at the thought of her sweating on that table and missed a step. Taking that as a sign that she had hurt herself more than she was letting on, he let her over to a chair and sat her down. He went to get her a glass of water and when he came back and handed it to her, she realized that for the second time in her life, she was almost eye level with his crotch. Only this time she knew what he had, and upon picturing it, she gasped. He dropped to his knees in front of her, taking her left hand to inspect it. He was close to her; his body invading the space between her thighs, and she knew he could smell her arousal. Her eyes darted to the little table with a knowing look and he saw it and smiled slightly. He became very perfunctory, getting some antibacterial cream and bandages, cleaning her hands, taking both the glasses inside, wiping down the table and sending her home. He told her as he walked her partway home that he would check on her later. He refused to hear that she would be fine and didn’t need checking on.

Two hours later, after a shower and a small snack, the doorbell rang. It was him, carrying a bottle of wine, two glasses, and the tube of antibacterial cream. She was in her robe, but he insisted that he come in to check on her and share the wine to make up for distracting her enough to make her fall. Her insistence that she was fine and that she was getting ready to go to bed was completely dismissed. He found a comfortable spot, poured them each a half a glass, and told her not to worry about the robe, that it covered more of her than her jogging clothes did anyway.

Half a bottle of wine later, her nervousness was overtaken by good conversation. He turned out to be well-read, smart and funny. Not pretentious, just one of those people who knows enough about almost any subject to hold a good, intelligent conversation. Not sure how it even happened, how the subject came up, she touched on her rape. It was long enough ago that she could talk about it, leaving out the most intimate, embarrassing details. He drew enough out of her to come to the conclusion that it wasn’t the traumatic experience that rape usually was, and she ended up telling him more than she had ever told anyone before. While she could hide some of what had happened, she couldn’t hide the flush that involuntarily crept up her chest, showing past the V of her robe, to her neck, coloring her cheeks with a rosy blush when she talked about being tied up and spanked. She left out the part about getting it in the ass; that was just too much. They talked a bit longer, finally satisfying his need to know that she was fine, and he left. He hugged her, kissed her forehead like a little girl being put to bed, reminded her to lock the door and left.

She crawled into bed, robe and all, canlı kaçak bahis thinking that the wine would make her sleepy. Instead, it made the pictures of Frank doing things to her even more vivid than they had been. She lay on top of the cool sheets and opened her robe. The sudden cold air on her warm body made her nipples harden more than they were. They were so hard that they were almost painful and when she reached to touch them to make sure that nothing was wrong for them to ache as they did, she started a fire. Her pussy, already twitching, began throbbing. She could picture it as a flower opening to full bloom or a mouth ready to take Frank’s hard cock in and suck it dry. She reached down to touch herself and she was sopping wet, her juices running down the crack of her ass. She reached two fingers inside of her wetness and her knuckle touched her puckered hole below. She could feel it pulsing, begging for his dick deep inside Taking her fingers out of her pussy, she gently touched her asshole. She felt it give slightly, and pressed harder, her finger slipping in just a bit. Having never experienced anal sex other than when she was drugged, she never imagined it would feel better than having a hard shaft pounding her pussy, but if she felt like this with just a finger then a cock was more than she could comprehend. Writhing on the bed, one hand working on her eager rear and the other frantically rubbing her rock hard clit, she came with an intensity she never expected, moaning his name in the process, begging him under her breath to tie her up and fuck her spanked ass. She passed out, waking up the next morning knowing that it was not dreams that had made her wet but her own ministrations, fed by images of the neighborhood Adonis.

She skipped her run the next day, and for the next few days did not see him. She didn’t know whether to be happy or sad about this. She was back to waking up with an aching, wet cunt.

When she did finally see him a few days later, he was a bit cooler to her, giving her a quick wave and nod from his yard, not coming to the street to talk to her or see how her hands were. She even gave him a broad smile and held them up for him to see. All she got was a thumbs-up. And another shitty, dripping morning.

When she finally caught him , walking up on him a few days later after another slight nod and wave, he seemed flustered. She involuntarily struck a sexy pose, noticing the way his eyes traveled down her body. She saw him pause for just the briefest moment on her crotch and then look at his little table. Asking if he minded if she sat for a moment and not giving him a chance to say no, she sat on the edge of the little table, knowing it was sturdy enough to hold her weight. She wanted it to hold her weight. She had decided days before that she was miserable. Even if she wasn’t going to have a relationship with Frank, fucking him to at least get past the impasse she was at would have to do. The look of pure lust that passed over his face told her that she was going to get at least part of what she wanted. She knew that he had no problem with the bondage, spanking and assfucking she wanted, but she knew that he didn’t know she wanted those things, especially after sharing her experience with him. Why would he think she would want to relive such trauma, even though it wasn’t so traumatic?

While she wasn’t good at seduction, never having done it before, she just went with her instincts. She picked up his glass of water that was on the little table behind her and drank some, letting a bit dribble down her chin onto her chest. Then she took off the tank she was wearing over the sportsbra to wipe it off. Stretching and making a show of taking off the tank, opening her legs slightly while wiping her chest, brushing over her nipples to make them hard, she did everything she could think of. He finally took the hint, suddenly coming to stand in front of her. He stood her up, holding her by the arms and kissed her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, kissing her almost violently, while she stood frozen. When he finally let her go, she stood with her arms locked to her sides, eyes heavy lidded, and said, “Fuck me.”

Before she realized it, he had both of her wrists behind her back in one hand, pulling her slightly backwards, causing her breasts to strain against the fabric of her bra, the other hand thrust down her pants with his fingers buried in her pussy. He let go of her wrists and cunt long enough to push her back down onto the chair next to the table, almost violently remove her shoes, pants and bra. Bodily picking her back up, he turned her around so that her arms were draped over the back of the chair, dropped his shorts and thrust his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. Using one hand to hold her in place at the top of her ass and the other to hold the chair for leverage, he pounded his dick into her, jackhammering her to her first orgasm. While she bucked under him, he reached around and quickly stroked her clit, bringing her to a higher plane. When he felt her sag slightly and relax, he picked her up and before she realized it, he had her wrists cuffed to the little table and the little leather paddle in his hand. Her first instinct was to object; imagining you’re being tied up and fucked is very different from really being tied up and fucked. She stammered, “Frank, what are you doing? Let me go! Let me GO!”

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Yeah, yeah, yeah… I know it’s going to sound more than a little clichéd, but it all started on a dark and stormy night. I was on my way home from a business meeting in San Antonio. I probably would have made it too, if I was willing to drive all night through the rain, but then I’m glad that I didn’t. I never would have met Consuela if I hadn’t!

I was already several miles out of the city, having just gotten onto the I-10, when the rain became unbearable. Hell, I barely could have seen more than three feet ahead of me even with my bights on. Not wanting to crash, I decided to pull off on the next exit and find a decent (read: cheap) little motel where I could crash for the night.

The results of my search were about what you would expect to find in Texas… a quaint, if somewhat small, one story motel. There was a neon sign reading ‘vacancy,’ and a handful of cars in the parking lot. Given the current situation, it almost made one think of some late night horror movie. I chuckled to myself at the thought. As it turns out, I was sort of right I suppose… only instead of a late night horror movie it wound up being more like a skin flick!

Anyway, I decided to get out and make a rush for the front door. It didn’t do me much good, because I was thoroughly soaked by the time I closed my car door. At least it wasn’t cold though. That would have made things much worse. I hurried over to the front door, pushing my way in while at the same time trying not to drench the floor in rain water. I wiped my feet and walked over to the front desk, where a cute receptionist greeted me as I came in.

“Hi,” I responded as I looked her over, “Just one for tonight.”

She was a Hispanic woman who looked to be in her mid-forties, with light coffee colored skin and auburn hair. A little on the voluptuous side, she was wearing a simple gray suit that more than complemented her delicious looking cleavage. A small nametag on her jacket simply read ‘Martinez,’ which I took to be her surname.

“My god,” she exclaimed, “You look like you got soaked to the bone! You can have room 4-B. It’s right inside here, so you won’t have to go back out again. Just sign here and I’ll get you your key.”

I illegal bahis watched as she turned around and bent over, reaching behind the desk. It gave me a nice view of her big Latina ass. Almost subconsciously, I licked my lips, then smiled as she turned back around.

“Here you are sir,” she said, handing me the key.

“Thank you Mrs. Martinez,” I said.

“Oh no sugar,” she said, “It’s Ms. Martinez, but you can just call me Consuela.”

‘Consuela… what a beautiful name,’ I thought to myself.

“Would you like me to show you back to your room,” she asked.

Now that surprised me a bit.

“Ummm,” was all I could manage to stutter out at first, “Yes, please, by all means…”

“All right then,” she said as she stepped out from behind the desk, “Right this way sir.”

She led me down the hall, her high heels gently click-clacking against the floor. Walking behind her, I got to take a nice, long look at her shapely legs. I watched with lust as her curvy ass swayed back and forth while she walked. Eventually, we came to a simple room marked with cheap metal numbers that said ‘4B’. I slowly stuck the key into the lock and opened the door.

As soon as I got in, she followed me and flipped the light switch on. It wasn’t exactly luxurious, but there was a bed, bathroom, even a little television. Not bad considering that I was only going to stay the night. My hostess Consuela sat down on the bed and smiled as I scanned the room.

“So,” she asked cheerfully, “What do you think?”

“It’ll do nicely,” I replied.

“Well,” she said, “You can always call the front desk if you need any other… services.”

Oh… the night was starting to get interesting now. Very interesting indeed…

“In fact,” she said as she stood up and walked over to me, “Your clothes look absolutely soaked.”

Consuela slowly wrapped her arms around me, taking off my jacket as she brought her full lips over towards mine, breaking off only just before we would have kissed.

“Why don’t you take them off so I can throw them in the dry cleaner,” she said as she tossed it over on the floor, “We wouldn’t want you to catch a cold…”

Honestly, I illegal bahis siteleri was just as surprised by this turn of events as you probably are, but that didn’t stop me from taking full advantage of the situation. Slipping out of my shirt, I wrapped my arms around her luscious middle aged body and began to kiss her passionately. I could feel her warm breath in my mouth as our tongues became entwined with one another. Consuela was moaning slightly with pleasure as we kissed. Slowly, I snaked my hands down and felt up that fine ass of hers.

Consuela moaned a little in pleasure as I squeezed her ass cheeks. Breaking off for a moment, she started to slip her clothes off, giving me a nice view of her big Latin tits. They were nice and full with little sign of sagging, despite her age. She must have worked out or something. I ogled her exposed breasts with her sexy dark brown nipples as she slipped out of her little skirt. It took some effort, due to her more than ample ass, but eventually she was standing there fully naked, just waiting for me to take advantage of her sexy middle aged body.

“So what do you want to do with me sweetie,” she asked seductively.

“Well,” I said thinking over my options, “Anything would be good, but damnit, that big ass if yours is just begging, BEGGING to get fucked.”

“Oh really,” she said as she turned around and shook her ass, “You like my ass, huh?”

“Mmm hum,” I said.

Consuela shook her ass a little more, which really made me hard.

“Well then baby,” she said bending over, “Why don’t you go ahead and fuck my big fat sexy ass.”

I hardly needed any encouragement. As my middle aged Latina hostess bent over, I dropped my pants and walked up behind her. I smacked her ass just for good measure, then lovingly grabbed her round brown butt and put the tip of my cock against her anus. I could hear Consuela breathing heavily, anticipating my next move. She tightly gripped the motel bed for support. Slowly, I inched my way in. Let me tell you, it took a little work, and poor Consuela seemed like she was going to pass out.

Once I had gotten a couple inches of my cock up her ass, I pulled out, trying to build up some canlı bahis siteleri traction as I fucked her spicy Latina ass. It wasn’t working out too well for either of us. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I stopped for a moment. I needed to get some lubricant, and there weren’t a lot of options. Not wanting to spoil the moment, I spat into the palms of my hand and rubbed it over my rock hard dick.

It wasn’t pretty, but damn, if it didn’t do the trick. With that done, I was able to get a little more traction and slowly built up tempo. It wasn’t much longer before my sexy Hispanic MILF was screaming and moaning in pleasure, crying out what I can only assume were utterances of passion in both Spanish and English.

“Oh God,” she said between breaths, “Please… don’t…. stop. So… fucking… goo… ooo… ood.”

My sentiments exactly.

I tried to keep up pace as best I could, but after a few minutes, I felt that familiar sensation down in my loins. I knew I was going to come soon. I paused for a moment and started to pull out of her well-used ass, but Consuela reached behind and stopped me.

“No,” she whispered still smoldering with passion, “Don’t pull out, I want you to come in my ass.”

That was good, because I didn’t have time to pull out anymore. Only a second or two later, I shot a burst of sticky hot cum deep into her bowels. Consuela moaned and squirmed beneath me as it went deep inside of her. Breathlessly, I stood there and let another burst or two of my seed empty into her ass, pausing briefly before finally pulling out of her.

A trail of my jizz, some of it still coating my cock, leaked out from her ass. The sexy older Latina woman lay there briefly for a moment, as if dazed by our love-making. Slowly, she got back up, still naked and sticky from sweat mind you, and smiled at me.

“That was amazing,” she said as she made her way towards the door.

“I think I’m going to need a hot shower now,” I said.

“Of course,” Consuela replied, “But remember if you need anything else, just call the front desk.”

“Actually,” I said, “I was wondering if you’d like to join me…”

She did. And I was very sure to take advantage of room service again that night. Several times, in fact. I didn’t get much sleep, but I left a more than happy customer. And I’ve gone back there many, many times since. What else can I say? I’ll do anything for a nice hot piece of Latina ass in the morning.

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Banyodan sonra o şortunu bende ince bir gecelik giyip salona geçtik. Televizyon seyretmeye başladık, bir sahnede kadınla erkek öpüşüyorlardı. Bu nasıl öpüşme böyle dedi, sevgililer, birbirini çok seven kadınla erkekler birbirlerini böyle öperler dedim. Biz neden böyle öpüşmüyoruz dedi. Anne ile oğullar böyle öpüşmez, bir gören olursa çok dedikodu yaparlar dedim. Hem bakalım sen böyle öpüşmekten hoşlanacak mısın? Eğer deminki konuştuklarımız gibi bu da aramızda kalacaksa sana bunu da gösterebilirim dedim. Yanına oturup dudaklarına küçük küçük öpücükler kondurdum. Göğüslerimin sert uçlarını bedenine bastırdım, arada aşağıya doğru bakıyordum, siki şortunun içinde harekete geçmişti bile. Uzanıp elimi şortunun içine soktum ve sertleşmiş sikini avuçlayıp okşamaya başladım. Derin bir iç geçirince dudaklarımı dudaklarına bastırdım ve dilimi ağzının içine sokup dilini ümraniye escort bayan okşamaya başladım. Bir ara elimle elini yakalayıp bacak arama soktum ve amımın üstüne koyup okşa dedim. Acemi bir şekilde amıma elini sürtmeye başladı. Ayağa kalkıp Berk?i elinden tutup ayağa kaldırdım ve peşim sıra çekerek yatak odasına götürdüm. Unutma bu odada yaşadığımız her şey burada kalacak dedim ve üzerimdeki geceliği çıkartıp attım, hadi şortunu çıkart yanıma gel dedim ve yatağa uzandım. Şortunu yere düşüren Berk yanıma gelip uzandı, oğlumun üstüne çıkıp dudaklarını tekrar emmeğe dilimle içini yoklamaya başladım. Her geçen saniye onunda dilini harekete geçiriyor ve benim yaptıklarıma karşılık veriyordu. Dudaklarından ayrılıp öpüp yalayarak aşağılara doğru inmeye başladım. Kalçalarına geldiğimde yeni yeni çıkmaya başlayan tüylerini de yalayıp sikine pendik escort bayan ulaştım ve ucuna öpücükler kondurmaya başladım. Dilimi her değdirişimde titriyor heyecandan yatakta zıplıyordu. Sonra sikinin tamamını ağzımın içine aldım ve vantuz gibi emmeğe başladım. Bir yandan da elimi bacak arama atmış amımın dudaklarını parçalar gibi okşuyor ovuyordum. Birden Berk ağzımın içine fışkırmaya başladı, altımdan kaçmak istedi, bastırdım ve sikini ağzımdan çıkartmadan spermlerinin tamamını yalayıp yuttum. Tek damlasını ziyan etmeden yalandım sonra dizlerimin üstüne doğrulup, merak etme miniğim bu kötü bir şey değil, erkekler zevklenince siklerinden hayat suyu fışkırır, kadınlar bu suya bayılır, eğer bu suyu kadının amının derinliklerine fışkırtırsan kadın genellikle hamile kalır ve çocuk doğurur dedim. Sen de ileride evlenince karını bu şekilde kartal escort bayan hamile bırakacaksın dedim. Yanına uzandım, boynuna sarıldım, oda bana doğru dönüp sarıldı, canım anneciğim seni çok seviyorum dedi. Eğer benim minik kuşum annesini böyle severse annesi de onu çok sever mutlu eder onu zevk denizlerinde yüzdürür dedim. Canım anneciğim senin için her şeyi yaparım dedi. Hadi o zaman şimdi de sen beni yala dedim sırt üstü uzanırken. Berk soran gözlerle bana bakınca bacaklarımın arasına diz çök ve amımı, dudaklarını, içini, öp yala dedim. Berk hemen dediğimi yapıp amımı yalamaya başladı, aman Allah?ım nasılda özlemişim yalanmayı, berk?in uzun bir dili vardı, neredeyse beni diliyle sikmeye başlamıştı. Dilini içimde gezdiriyor, sokup çıkarıyor, dudakları yalıyordu. Kalçalarımı yatağa vurmaya kudurmaya başlamıştım zevk denizine doğru bir yolculuğa çıkarken eğer iyi bir öğretmen olabilirsem iyi bir sikici bulmuştum, korkmadan, etraftan çekinmeden, dedikodu olmadan, hiçbir erkekle uğraşmadan istediğim zaman, istediğim kadar sikilebilecektim. Yala yala miniğim, sok dilinin annenin amına, oh oh geliyorum diyerek oğlumun ağzına boşalmaya başladım.Gönderen: benveannem

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Öncelikle ben`le baslıyalım, ben 178 boyunda 17 yaslı ve 60 kilo`lu bir gencim. Gurbette Hollanda`da oturuyorum ve bu anlattıgım hikaye uydurulmus degil, gerçek olmus bir hikayedir.Geçen sene ailem ile vatanımıza gidiyorduk araba`yla. Arabanın arka koltukta ben oturuyordum, önümde ise ablam ( 170 boylu, 21 yasında ) ve onun önünde babam falan. Ablam yolda öyle sıkılırken benle çok ugrasırdı. Ben ise aldırmazdım ve uslu biriydimki, birden dinlenmek için aglendik bir benzlikte, ablam azmıstı. Saka maka yapardı, beni kucaklayıp ve bırakmazdı.Ben abla bi dur derken, ablamın eli aletime deydi. Ben ise kıp kırmızı olmustum ve bisey olmamıs gibi yaptım. Babam arabadan seslendi, hadi yola devam etcegiz fazla oyalanmayın ve gidin tuvaletinizi yapın , dedi.Ikimiz gidiyorduk tuvalete, ve ablam beni bayanlar tuvaletine çekti. Saka olsun diye güldü ve sen burda yap tuvaletini dedi. Ben abla sımarma ümraniye escort bayan dedim. Ablam aldırmadı ve kolumdan tutup bayan tuvaletine götürdü. Kapıyı açarken beni içeriye atti ve kapıyı arkasından kitleyip, güldü. Ben napiyorsun abla derken üstüme yaklasti ve kollarini omuzlarima atıp dudaklarımdan öptü. Ben kaçmaya basliyordum ama tuvalet öyle kücüktüki bir adım bile atamıyon.Bisey yapamadıgım için o dudaklarımı yalamaya basladı. Ben sonra kendimden geçmistim ve zevkler basıyordu havaya. O yüzden agzımı açıp dilimi onun diline sardım ve uçuyordum. O zamanda tabi`ki alet havalarda.Ablam dilini çekip beni bıraktıktan sonra, Türkiyede ben sikeceksin dedi yoksa ben seni sikerim dedi. Ben kıpkırmızı oldum ve çıktık tuvaletten. Babam bekliyordu bizi arabada ve nerde kaldınız çabık dedi. Biz bisey demeden bindik arabaya ve yolumuza devam ettik.Türkiyeye vardıgımızda pendik escort bayan geldik köyümüze. Ablam kızarkadasi vardı o köyde ve o tuvalette ne yaptiklarımızı tek tek anlatmıs ona. Bildigim bukadar ise buydu. Aksam olurken baktimki kızarkadasi bizde yatacakmıs ve annem odalar az oldugu için ben onların odasında yatmalıydım.Neyse ben yatarken çok yorgundum ve uyku çabıkca basmıstı. Nerdeyse uyarken fısıltılar duyuyordum ve uyuyormus gibi yapıp dinledim. Birden bire sesler bir sag bir soldan geliyordun, ablam sagimdaydi ve kız arkadasi solumda. Uyumus gibi yapip ve dinlerken, bunun buyugu vardir demi diye duydum ablamdan.Kızarkadasi ise böyle cevapladı, vardır vardır, cevabını bilmek için tek yolumuz var, aç ve bak dedi…Ben birsey yapamadım ve yine uyumus gibi yaptım. Birden bire sıp sıcak el hissettim aletimde ve gözlerimi açıp kızarkadası sikimin altını kartal escort bayan masaj ediyordu ve o zaman ablam agzına aliyordu sikimi. Ben çıldırdım ve bagırmaya basladim. Ablam kızarkadasina bakıp bisey demeden kızarkadasisi dudaklarıma yapıstı. Demek öyle anlasmislar. Ben zevkli zevkli geri yattım ve bisey demedim.Kızarkadasisi sıra bende derken. Ablam sikimi agzından bırakıp kızarkadasi donunu sıyırdı ve bakım hiç sikilmemis bir pırlanta amı vardı. Hemen aletimin üzerine oturup hoplamaya basladi üzerinde. Oggg aaayyy diye yavas yavas sesler çıkarıyordu. Simdi sıra bende dedi ablam. Ablam yine agzını sikime atıp acayıp sakso çekiyordu, ben biraz düsündüm bu bence önceden çekmistir birisine çünkü çok güzel çekiyordu saksoyu.Ablam domalırken kızarkadasisi bir krem verdi ve bunu sür sikine dedi. O zamanda ablam, götüme iyice bosal dedi. Bende dayanamayıp girdim götüne ve sapur supurduktan sonra bosaldim. Iyi bir oggg çıkardı ve simdi amımdan sik beni dedi. Ben ise vücudunu cevirip yatırdım ablamı ve bakire amını sikmeye basladim. Kan ve zevk sulari birbirine karıstıBunların aynısını kızarkadasısına`da yaptim ve sonra`da gurbette ablamı her gün sikiyorum. Iyi okumalar….Gönderen: Cilgin_B

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