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Victoria lay there on the couch after Jake had left. Cum was still all over her body. Her pussy was sore from the pounding Jake had laid on her, although it was a good sore, and her nipples were red and sensitive from his assault on them,. These problems didn’t matter, she felt alive again. She had spent the last 10 to 15 years just moving through life, no passion at all. Yes, she loved her husband, but he was oblivious to her needs. Jake was using her for what he wanted, but it was good. He treated her like a common whore, only calling when he needed her to get his rocks off, but it turned her on. She loved being bad.

There were still pools of cum on her stomach. She reached down and scooped it up with her hand and licked it clean. She really likes the taste of cum. After all the remains of Jake’s mess were cleaned from her body, Victoria just laid back on the couch, and covered up her naked body with a blanket. Still glowing from her satisfaction, she dosed off to sleep.

The next morning she woke up and it was already 9:30. She looked down and saw the paper with Jake’s address. Thursday was tomorrow. She had a lot to do. She rose and headed to the shower. While showering, she started thinking about what she would wear to Jake’s house. The words rang in her ears, “You will wear something appropriate for a slut.” The thought of his words made her tingle. What would she wear? Many thoughts raced through her mind. Each time she thought of another outfit she would flash a devilish smile. As she washed her body she would feel the soreness of her pussy or her nipples and recall the past evening. Wow, was that great, she thought to herself. She finished her shower and headed off to the stores to get her “slutwear”. She was going to make Jake proud.

The following evening, Victoria prepped herself for the evening, and at 6:30 she left on the 20 minute trip to Jake’s place. When she arrived she hurried to the door. She rang the bell and waited for him to answer.

Jake opened the door and took in the sight of her. She stood on the porch in an outfit that a 45 year old mother should never have on. Her hair was big, teased to look like something out of the eighties. Her make up was a bit overdone, too much eye shadow, too much eye liner, and bright red lipstick that said, “Insert cock here.”

Her red low cut top was at least two sizes too small, causing the black satin bra holding her big tits to peak out from the plunging neckline. He stopped and stared a while at the long canyon of cleavage she was displaying. As he continued down, he could see her nipples protruding through her bra and top. It wasn’t cold outside, so they must be hard because she is excited he thought. What he didn’t know, was that just before she knocked on the door, Victoria had found each one of them and pinched them aggressively to make them hard, that way he could admire them when he opened the door. The top barely made it all the way down to the top of the black leather miniskirt that seemed painted to her skin. The hem of the skirt did nothing to hide the garter straps that dangled below it, and held up the black stockings adorned with an elaborate lace like pattern. These continued all the way down to her 5 inch red stiletto heels. She looked like she belonged on a street corner asking men if they wanted a date.

“Perfect!” Jake thought to himself. She was as trashy as he had hoped. “Hello my little cock sucker.” He teased.

Oh she loved it when he called her that. It made her feel nasty and almost instantly made her juices start flowing. She blushed as she smiled at him.

“Come in.”

As she walked by, he admired her round ass as it strained against the skirt and wobbled back and forth with each step. The sound of her heels on the tile, the sway of her body and the outfit was making his cock uncomfortable in his shorts. He reached in his pants to adjust it, and followed her as she walked into his living room. Victoria moved her hips a bit more than she needed to, trying to entice Jake a bit. When she reached the middle of the room she spun around like a model on the cat walk and began to walk back toward him.

“I am impressed with that outfit Mrs. Mueller.” He liked to call her that. It was his way of reminding her that she was much younger than him, and making her feel a little dirty and ashamed for what she was doing. “You look like quite a little slut.” He taunted her.

Victoria flashed a devilish little smirk and continued to advance in his direction. His words, as always had quite an affect on her. When she was right in front of him she grabbed his hips and dropped to her knees. She started to pull his pants down when he grabbed her wrists and stopped her.

“No, not now, there will be plenty of time for that later. The other guys will be here soon. You have stuff to do.”

“Other guys?” She asked.

“Yes, I have some friends coming over to watch the football game on TV. You have to prepare the snacks, serve them and be the entertainment if the game sucks. You didn’t think I wanted you to dress up like this just for me did you?” he asked rhetorically.

Victoria casino siteleri panicked. It was one thing to be seen like this by Jake, but others? How many? Did she know them? Were they friends of her son Aaron too. She was mortified.

“Who is coming?” She asked. I can’t be seen by anyone I know, it will get back to my husband.”

“Don’t worry, just a couple guys from my work.” He responded. “I told them what a good fuck you were, and they said they wanted to meet you. Now get in the kitchen and get those snacks ready. I went to the store and got some things, they are in the fridge in a bag.”

Within an hour, two of Jake’s friends had arrived and the three of them were in the living room bullshitting as the game started. Once Victoria had finished preparing the food, she placed them all on a tray and proceeded into the living room. All eyes moved from the TV as she entered. She moved toward the coffee table and laid the tray down. As she stood up she noticed all the attention the other two young men were giving her and it felt good. She adjusted her top, pulling it down and stretching it over her large mounds, making them stick out even further.

Jake spoke, “Chase, Shane, this is the good little cock sucker I told you two about. Say hello to Victoria.”

“Vicky” She said to the young men.

They each extended there hands. Victoria moved toward them and bent over to shake each of their hands, making sure to bend over a little bit more than necessary to give them a good view down her top. Each one stared longingly into her cleavage. All this attention was a turn on. She was discovering what an affect she had on young men and it excited her. She stood back up and Jake told her to go get them all a beer.

She returned to the living room and bent over to place them all on the table. Her legs were a bit spread and as she placed the drinks down, she felt a hand run up between her legs and past her thighs until it found the folds of her moist box.

“No panties?” She heard Jake’s voice ask. “What a good little slut you are.” Then he inserted a finger into her pussy and twisted it a bit, his words sparking the nasty in Victoria.

Victoria remained bent at the waist with her palms resting on the table as Jake continued to fondle her pussy. She moaned appreciatively as he inserted another finger.

All this time, she was looking at the others as they enjoyed the scene. After a few minutes of this, Jake spoke again. “Come over here and blow me. I have always wanted to watch a game and get a hummer at the same time.”

Victoria moved in front of Jake and knelt down. He pulled his shorts off and sat back down in the chair. Victoria eagerly grabbed his semi-hard cock and lowered her mouth onto it. Then she deliberately began to move her head up and down. As she lifted her head, she would suck hard on his shaft. Then as she lowered her head she would open her mouth and her throat so that she could take its entire length in. The other guys just stared as this nasty older woman gave their co worker a slow deep blow job.

Jake almost ignored her as she sucked him off. He seemed more interested in the game. Victoria looked up and noticed Jake wasn’t even looking at her. She sucked harder and moved slower, moving her tongue all over the underside of his shaft as to hopefully get his attention. Nothing, he continued to stare at the game, even yelling at the referee about a call. Victoria didn’t like this. She wanted his attention. She started sucking harder and faster now, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking it with her hand and mouth in unison. She was going to get his attention somehow. Jake just continued to watch the game. Victoria got off her knees and stood on her feet in front of the TV as she continued to maul Jakes big hard cock. Jake became irritated about not being able to see the game.

“Move your ass I can’t see.” He snapped at her.

Dejected she let go of his cock and removed it from her mouth.

“What are you doing? I told you to blow me.” He told her.

“I didn’t think you were enjoying it, you weren’t even looking at me.” She complained.

“Look, you are here to serve us slut. We are not here to fill your needs. Now suck my cock while I watch the game”

The other guys just looked at him in amazement at how he was treating her. She looked at them and noticed they were staring, and figured that she could play to their attention. Victoria needed approval and the other two were watching her more than the game. Victoria positioned herself so she could watch the others watch her. Then like a porn star playing to the camera, she resumed her duties on Jake’s cock. She watched as they watched her expertly suck and stroke Jakes cock. She would seductively eye them as she lowered and raised her head on his shaft. Then wink at them. Both were mesmerized by her display and started rubbing their hard cocks through the shorts they were wearing.

Victoria was soaking up all the attention and it was making her hot.

She looked them both in the eye and slowly lowered her face onto Jakes cock, not stopping until her nose was buried slot oyna in his pubic hair. Both the guys’ eyes were like saucers. What a hot old bitch she was. Victoria repeated that act about four more times, all the way up and all the way down, each time staring at the boys the whole time. Their undivided attention was really making her hot, and she was lapping it up. She could feel her juices starting to trickle down her thighs. Soon she was bobbing faster and faster. She wanted Jake to cum now. She wanted to taste his cum. She was not only enjoying its taste now, she was starting to crave it. Faster and faster she sucked. Soon Jake could not ignore her and he let out a loud groan and his balls released their juices into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed almost all of it.

The sight of some of it spilling out of the corners of her mouth was almost more than Shane could take. He had to release his cock or he was going to cum in his shorts. Chase just watched in awe of this nasty old slut as she swallowed cum like a pro.

When she had finished milking his balls, Jake pushed her off his cock and ordered her to get all of them another beer. Victoria triumphantly rose up and looked at Chase and Shane. She slowly wiped the remains of Jake from the outside of her mouth, and licked it from her fingers. Then she winked at them and went to the kitchen for the beers.

While she was in the kitchen she overheard the guys talking. Chase and Shane were very excited. They told Jake how hot Victoria was and how much they wanted to have her. Victoria has giddy when she heard Jake offer her to the two young men. She grabbed the beers and returned to the living room knowing that she was going to have a really good time tonight.

She handed Jake his beer then headed to the coffee table with the others. She stood in front of the boys and seductively bent over and set the bottles down, again making sure they had a great view down her top. Then she stood up and turned so her ass was in Chase’s face. What happened next surprised her a bit. Chase slapped her ass hard with an open palm.

“Nice tits slut, and your little fat ass isn’t bad either.” He said, taking a clue from the way Jake had spoken to her.

Victoria jumped a bit from the slap, and let out a little yelp. Then she turned slowly and said, “You like them? You want to see them?”

“Your damn right!” he returned.

She grabbed her top and pulled it over her head, revealing her black satin bra that was straining to hold her full breasts. They both just stared. Then she reached into the cups one at a time and pulled her tits out so they spilled over the top of her bra. Both guys just stared. She started massaging them and teasing the nipples. Chase was close enough to her that he began to run his hand up between her legs. She opened them farther to ease his access. When he reached her pussy he inserted a finger.

“Your cunt is soaked.” He said

She just moaned her approval. He inserted another finger and moved them in and out slowly. Standing there playing with her tits with this man’s fingers up her sloppy cunt, while another man watched, was so hot to Victoria. She felt like a goddess. All this attention was more than she could handle. Her orgasm was coming and coming fast.

“Fuck my pussy harder with your fingers. I am going to cum. She pinched hard on her nipples, sending sharp pain and pleasure through her.

Chase quickened his pace. Faster and harder he moved his hand. The slurping sounds of her dripping pussy being slammed with his hand filled the room.

“Yes! Harder! Harder!” she encouraged him, “I’m going to cum! Yeeeeeeessssssssss!” she screamed as her orgasm thundered through her. Her knees got weak and her body shook uncontrollably, making it hard to stand.

Chase proudly pulled his hand from her box and removed his shorts. His cock was hard and ready to go. Victoria noticed it was a bit larger than Jake’s. He grabbed it and pointed at Victoria. “Come sit on my cock so I can fuck you.” He ordered her.

Victoria wanted nothing less. She raised her skirt over her hips revealing her well trimmed bush, then turned around and straddled Chase so her ass was in his face, then she slowly lowered herself onto his swollen member. Then she began rising up and dropping down with a steady rhythm. She reached back and unhooked her bra, letting her heavy breasts fall. She was moaning out with each fall onto his lap, her tits bouncing in unison. Shane stood and moved in front of her and admired her big bouncing breasts. Victoria noticed him and looked at him and spoke.

“Take out you cock. I want to suck it while your friend fucks me.”

Shane quickly opened his shorts and removed his hard member. It was the smallest of all the guys present, but nothing to be ashamed of. Victoria took it in her hand, and while still impaling herself on Chase’s pole, lowered her mouth onto Shane’s dick. She slowly began moving between the two cocks invading her body. As she rose from Chase’s lap she moved forward to suck in Shane’s, then she would lower herself onto Chase’s meat, causing her to remove Shane’s from canlı casino siteleri her mouth.

Victoria was soaking up all this attention, not to mention all that cock. Her mind was going crazy with all the stimulation. The more new things she tried, the more it turned her on. She started moving faster and faster between their intruding shafts. Faster and faster she moved, moaning and groaning with each stroke. She felt her pending orgasm grow. Her body was smoldering inside as she felt it rise from her loins. As it ripped through her body she took the cock from her mouth and let out a loud scream.

The guys just watched as her body convulsed and she continued to slam her body down on Chase’s rock hard meat. Shane was about to cum himself, and the scene was making it hard not to. He grabbed his cock and as Victoria continued to show her ecstasy, he stroked it hard and fast until he had and orgasm, spilling his cum all over the front of Victoria, as he grunted and groaned. Rope after rope shot from his cock all over her tits and face. Victoria felt the hot liquid hit her flesh and she started encouraging him.

“Yes, cum on my tits, I love having it all over me.” She said.

Shane finally stopped cumming. Victoria started rubbing the hot fluid all over her tits and body, licking her tits and hands occasionally to get a taste of her new favorite drink.

Chase heard her talking to Shane, and watched as he shot his sticky seed all over her and it gave him an idea. He told her to stand up and then to go lay on the floor.

“You like cum all over you huh?” He asked.

“Oh yes.” She replied as she continued to play with Shane’s mess on her body.

He straddled her chest and lowered himself to his knees. Victoria didn’t know what to expect. Then he placed his cock on her chest, grabbed her large tits and wrapped them around his throbbing shaft. He started moving his hips back and forth. The remaining mess from Shane lubed her chest, and his cock slipped easily between her mounds. Victoria could see his cock peak out of the top of her cleavage. The sight of his cock that close to her face was again exciting her. She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip each time it appeared. Chase loved the sight of his dick between her tits and he was fast approaching orgasm. His rhythm picked up and he squeezed her tits tighter around his pole. Faster and faster he pumped. Victoria could see he was going to cum and again started encouraging him.

“Come on, baby, cum all over my big tits.” She said with a sexy look. I want to see your cock shoot it all over me. Come on cum for me.”

Chase released her tits and grabbed his cock. To make it a bit more dramatic, Chase stood up while still straddling Victoria, he proceeded to stroke his cock until it started spitting cum. He let out a load grunt and cum began spilling from his dick. It landed all over Victoria. It landed in her hair, on her tits, and on her face.

All the while she just kept tell him, “Yes, Yes, Yes, cum all over me, I love it. Make me your slut.”

When he was done, he lowered himself down to her again and placed his cock on her lips and said, “Clean my cock you little cum slut.”

Victoria eagerly complied. She sucked it in and licked off all the remaining drops of his sticky goo. Then Chase stood up and put his clothes back on. Shane did the same and all three of them left her laying there on the floor.

A few moments later, Jake announced the game was boring and suggested the guys go to a bar and get a few drinks. They got up and dismissed themselves. As they walked toward the door, Jake looked at Victoria, still lying on the floor, and said, “Go home and get cleaned up, I may need your services later.”

After the guys had left, Victoria just laid there for a while, feeling proud of herself. She didn’t feel dirty, or used, she felt exhilarated. Here she was, 45 years old and feeling sexy and wanted by younger men. She was feeling new sensations she wished she had felt twenty years ago. She was being fulfilled sexually like never before in her life, and she didn’t want it to stop. Jake was opening her to a whole new world of sex and pleasure that she never knew existed. She looked down at herself, her attire was naughty, she was covered in cum from two strapping young men, and the taste of cum filled her mouth. She liked her new world.

She got up and dabbed most of the mess from her body. She got dressed and headed home to prepare herself for Jake, and anyone else who might visit her later.

Victoria arrived home a readied herself for Jake to return. After showering, she decided to put on something sexy. While buying her “slutwear” the other day she had spotted this little bra and panty set. It was a navy blue half cup bra that held up her breasts, but didn’t cover her nipples, and a matching pair of panties. They was a g-string pair she could have bought, but with her round full butt, she didn’t think she could pull that off, so the high cut pair was what she bought. She put them on, and covered herself with a full length silky black robe. She also had found some black high heeled slippers that finished off the outfit perfectly. After getting dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror. She opened the robe wide and admired herself. She was such a naughty old lady she thought, but boy was she enjoying it.

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I had been at the bar about thirty minutes, waiting for my good friend Kan. We had planned to get a few drinks, and then head out to a local seafood restaurant, where they had a special on stone crab. After dinner we were going to run a few more of the bars on Duval Street, hoping to meet some interesting women.

Kan was running late, which was strange for him, so when my cell phone rang I figured something was up. I looked at the caller ID and confirmed, yes, it was Kan.

Answering the phone I said, “Hey Kan, I was wondering where you were.”

He explained he had some car trouble and wouldn’t be able to make it. Apparently one of his wheel bearing had gone bad on him and he needed to get it fixed.

“You sure you want to work on that tonight, I’ll be glad to come pick you up,” I said, hoping I could convince him to work on the car later.

Explaining that he was going to need the car the next day to travel up to his parent’s house, he had to get it fixed right away. He apologized for screwing up our plans, but promised me he’d treat me to the stone crab the next time they had a special.

“Well, I can’t refuse an offer like that. Good luck with your car and drive safely,” I said before hanging up the phone. I’d have to do the cruising by myself.

I was about to get up and head over to the seafood restaurant when an absolute goddess stepped into the bar. Wearing a pair of jeans with a neatly laced white blouse, which she left unbuttoned damn near down to her navel, she moved her sleek body through the doorway.

Once she was inside my attention was drawn to her face, or more exactly to her hair. It was jet black, pulled back so tight against her head it made me wince. In the twirling lights inside the bar, her hair seemed to sparkle as if it was still soaking wet. As she moved to the bar and sat down on a stool, I could see it was tied up into a tight bun, which also glistened in the light.

She must have noticed me looking at her, because she looked over and said, “Hello.” Simple casino siteleri as that… hello, yet the voice, no the accent, it was immediately obvious she was not from Key West, hell, she wasn’t from the US.

I noticed a few of the guys sitting near me ogling her and commenting on her body, especially how her breasts were barely covered by her blouse. Before they could do anything, I immediately jumped up and sat down in the stool next to her.

Prying my gaze from the dark, black and wet looking strands of her hair I looked at her eyes and said, “That is a beautiful blouse, such delicate lace, is it from your country?”

“My blouse,” she replied, running her hand down the lace, nearly exposing her breast as she did, “no, no I got it at J.C. Penney.”

Feeling my face flush a bit, “Oh J.C. Penney… it is a lovely blouse.”

“Thank you,” she replied.

“Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m from Belarus.”

“Belarus,” I said, letting the word tease my mouth and lips. Glancing up at her hair I reached out my hand to touch it, but then pointed to the bartender instead. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Yes, that would be nice,” she replied.

Waving down the bartender I said, “I’ll have a Vodka Collins and the lady will have…,” I looked to her, once again gazing at the stunning black hair.

“Please, I would like a White Russian,” she said.

“Make mine a White Russian too,” I said, “and can we have it at the table over there?”

The bartender nodded saying, “Crystal will bring the drinks to you.”

I took Belarus by the hand and led her to the table, realizing I needed to know her name, I couldn’t just call her “Belarus.” Pulling out her chair for her I said, “My name is Jim.”

Once seated she said to me, “Hi Jim,” the accent giving the name the cutest lilt I had ever heard, “My name is Katiana.”

“Katiana,” I repeated, “Katiana from Belarus.”

She smiled and then looked down at the table as the waitress delivered our White slot oyna Russians. I just stared, fascinated on how her hair was so tightly woven into the sparkling bun. Once again I reached out to touch it, wanting to feel the wetness of it on my fingers, but I stopped.

I was torn, part of me wanted to grab that hair and run my fingers through it and part of me wanted to leave it as it is, so perfectly sculpted with the bun in the middle and the strands radiating out, all looking wet and wild, like the Black Sea.

We talked and continued drinking the White Russians. She had only been in the states for two months and only in Key West for about two weeks. Working at a nearby restaurant as a hostess, she planned to stay on the island for a while. Later she talked of her country, of the great upheavals they endured and finally how she got her opportunity to come to the states.

As the evening passed, we both were pretty drunk and, except for a few other drunken couples, the bar had pretty well cleared out. I figured I’d take a chance with her and asked, “Hey, would you like to come back to my place, it’s not far from here.”

She immediately smiled but said, “Oh I am sorry Jim. I would like to, but I have, how you say… period now. But I would like to help you. You understand what I say?”

“Yes,” I replied wondering what she had in mind.

“You want me too now?”

“Oh yes.”

She slid forward and then moved down beneath the table, kneeling on the floor. I felt her fumbling with my pants, so I moved my hands down and unfastened my pants for her. I watched as she reached into my underwear and pulled out my cock.

I could see my cock slowly disappear into her mouth, but realized that wasn’t what I wanted to see. Carefully grabbing the table I pushed it back and I watched as slowly, strand by glistening black strand her beautiful hair emerged from under the table. Fighting off the urge to touch it, I kept moving the table as the tight bun toward the back of her head came out from under the canlı casino siteleri table.

She did amazing things with her mouth, as she sucked me, running her tongue over my cock, but I remained mesmerized by the hair. When her head bobbed, the light sparkled through it and wondered if it was soft and wet, or was the gel one that dried hard. I looked closer, unable to tell for sure as I could see faint hints of her scalp between the jet black strands of hair.

I reached my hand up and let it hover over the sparkling, black as her head continued to bob up and down on me. Moving my hand closer and closer I finally gave in and lightly touched the bun just as I came. Feeling the light gel on my fingers I marveled at the tight knot of the bun as my cock shot spurt after spurt of cum into her willing mouth.

In a few minutes she let my cock fall out of her mouth and she moved back next to me at the table. She smiled, licked her fingers and said, “You taste very good to me, Jim.”

I could only smile and nod, my gaze transfixed on her hair. “You are so beautiful,” I said, “your hair… your hair…”

“Jim, I need to leave now, my roommates have come to pick me up,” she said, pointing to the door.

I looked up and saw two women at the door waving. Not sure what else to do I waved back, noticing Katiana’s hair gel glistening on my fingers. Katiana then leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue slipping in to my mouth. She then pulled away and whispered, “Next time maybe the period is over and we can go to your place.”

She then stood up and headed to the door. Realizing I didn’t know how to reach her I shouted out, “How will I find you?”

“Be here for me. I will come back soon,” she said, looking back. She then turned and headed out the door. The last thing I saw was her beautiful black hair, still pulled tightly in a bun without a strand out of place. Even after she left her hair seemed to glisten in the light.

I reached my fingers up to my mouth and tasted her hair gel, wondering what her pussy might taste like. Not wanting to miss her, I’ve come back to the bar every night since then, hoping for another glimpse at her glistening wet, jet black hair, wanting to touch her incredibly tight bun.

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How I found bisexuality and a complete new world.

I met her at the gym. We went there at roughly the same time a few days each week. After a couple of weeks we acknowledged each other with a nod and a smile, after another few weeks it was “hello,” and after another week or so it was “how are you?” That was followed in the forthcoming months by longer chats as we worked the machines, had a coffee or a juice after our work out, a meal after the gym and eventually a fuck at my house.

*

I’ve been married over twenty years, I have two children, both of whom are at university and my husband, a corporate lawyer travels an awful lot. He is away probably two weeks a month and I am very lonely indeed. I look for new hobbies and pastimes; I have to find ways to fill my days. I do some voluntary work and some part time editing work for a publishing house my family used to own. I play a lot of tennis, I am learning to play golf and bridge and I go to the gym most days. Naturally I shop a lot, I read many books, I have a wide circle of friends and, surprisingly a fairly active social life. None of which, however, compensates for the loneliness.

I have had what I guess is a fairly typical sex life. I ‘gave’ my virginity away in nice circumstances to a guy I loved, for all of three weeks, just after my eighteenth birthday. I had three other flings before meeting Richard when I was in my early twenties. We married after a couple of years. I have had one affair that lasted for about six months, a few years ago and I have never had a bisexual or lesbian moment in my life.

Oddly, maybe, as I have got older I have felt more sexual. I think about it more. I use yahoo messenger now and then, I write some erotic stories for a site and I exchange emails with guys I meet on both sites. I have many sexual fantasies. My sex life with Richard is ok, no more than that and maybe less. He is always tired and either, seems to have just got home or, is just going away, it doesn’t leave a lot of time for a strong sexual relationship, certainly not as it used to be.

In the past few years I have found myself masturbating more frequently and at present I probably do that every other day.

*

“Hi, I’m Catherine, Cat for short” I said between the ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ stages.

She smiled. “Hi I’m Emma.”

She was younger than me, probably early thirties, maybe even late twenties. Attractive with short, dark hair she was about five five and nicely slim. In her gym gear there was no unsightly lumps or bumps, her tummy was flat, her bum looked firm and nicely rounded and she had pert, probably B cup, but well rounded boobs.

I on the other hand am ash blonde. My hairs is shoulder length and slightly wavy. I am five feet seven, have long and I think shapely legs and a reasonable bum. Many, and that is gleaned from observation over twenty years, consider my D cup breasts to be my crowning glory; they are both full and round.

Emma and I got on well. She was easy to talk to, smiled and laughed frequently and seemed to be interested in anything and everything. She was engaged, but had no idea when and even if they would marry. She worked as an estate agent, which gave her the time to visit the gym in the mid afternoons as I did, for she worked most evenings.

It was pleasant having someone to chat to either, between exercises or, after we’d finished. It was also nice for me because it ate up time, something I had too much of, especially when Richard was abroad, although even when he was home he rarely got home before nine.

I suppose it all started when we were having a coffee in the café at the gym when Emma said.

“You really do have an incredible figure Cat.”

Smiling and a little embarrassed I said. “Did you forget something Emma?”

“What do you mean?” She asked looking puzzled.

“Well nowadays when anyone says that to me,” I said suddenly realising that the only people that said it were guys on yahoo to whom I had sent a photo, but I had to continue. “They generally add or infer for your age.”

Emma laughed at that. She looked good when she smiled or laughed for unlike many people she seemed to smile with her entire face. “Not at all, many women half your age would love to have your body.”

“Would they now?” I replied not realising at first the double entendre road we were going down.

“Of course they would love it.”

“Well you have a great figure too Emma,” I tentatively replied.

“Do you think so?”

“Yes and I am sure many would love to have that too.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Mmmm well you never know.”

Nothing that overt or obvious, but probably a starting point.

Richard was away at the time and I was feeling particularly frustrated. I had some pasta, ciabatta bread, salad and a couple of glasses of red wine for dinner around eight. If anything that made me feel hornier. That was because, stupidly it was an Italian meal, and I so adore Italian men even though I have never had one. I slipped my white, gym tee shirt off and undid the clasp casino siteleri at the back of my black sports bra. Removing that was such a relief for to provide the necessary support and to stop the bloody great lumps of flesh leaping around at the gym, it has to be tight: put on a few ounces and it’s too tight. I sat there nibbling on a few raspberries topless, it felt good. I often work naked or just in panties around the house. The black, lycra pedal pushers were very tight, everywhere. I touched myself and it felt as if my entire pubic area pulsated. I pushed on where I knew my clit was. It felt lovely rubbing my clit through the lycra, so I masturbated like that and made myself cum quite heavily in my gym clothes. They had to be washed in any case!

There was another incident the following week. We were again in the gym café.

“You don’t seem to be your normal self today Cat, is everything ok?”

“Yes everything’s fine.”

“Tell me to mind my own business” she said reaching across the table and placing her hand on the back of mine. “But are you sure, you look so sad.”

I told her that I’d an awful row with Richard about him spending so much time away from home. It had gone on and on and then he had got up earlier than me this morning and had left for a ten day trip to the west coast of America.

“Oh fuck, I hate men problems, but I do have a sure fire solution.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Come to the pub and get drunk.”

I laughed. “Oh yeah, what pub is that?” I asked joking.

“The Finch at nine tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yes absolutely I can’t have my gym mate all upset can I?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well I do and be there,” she said squeezing my hand, standing up, looking me in the eye, smiling and adding. “I consider it a date.”

I wore blue denim jeans, and a white shirt with a dark blue cashmere pashmena round my neck. I was wearing strappy mid heeled sandals and my dark red painted toenails seemed like beacons as I looked down. I felt pretty good.

We didn’t get drunk and in fact only had a couple of drinks each.

“You seem better already,” Emma said as I walked into the pub. She got up from the bar stool and gave me a peck on the cheek, her hand slipping between my arm and body and almost touching the side of my boob.

“Yes I am,” I smiled. “Those moods about my husband pass quickly.”

She was also wearing jeans and as we sat on the high stools our knees would touch now and then. Nothing that obvious, nothing that suggestive, just accidental brushing of our knees.

We talked easily and she told me that she was quite worried about the thought of getting married.

“I mean forsaking all others” she laughed.

“Yes it is a pretty tall order these days.”

Laughing she said. “Tall? It’s fucking gargantuan.”

I gave her a lift home. It was just a little way out of my way. She house shared a pretty Victorian cottage with two others, a girl and a man. They were buying the cottage between them, which seemed to be a pretty good idea, but of course could cause problems if any of them wanted to pull out.

“Like to come in for coffee or, something?” She asked, her eyes glinting.

I did. It was very clean, almost pristine inside. She introduced me to Gordon.

“He’s the housekeeper,” she explained adding as they both smiled “And not the only gay in the village,” playing on a term from a popular TV show

“No there’s quite a community isn’t there love,” he said rather strongly. They bandied that about a bit quite losing me.

“Well goodnight Cat,” Emma said as we stood on the doorstep.

“Yes right goodnight Emma.”

She leaned forward, again slipping her hand between my arm and body and this time brushing the side of my boob. That didn’t particularly worry me for it happens all the time when men give me a peck on the cheek; by accident of course, but it did make me jump.

Emma pecked me on the cheek and said. “Thanks for coming Cat and the lift home.”

As I started walking down the path she called out. “I hope you enjoyed our date Cat, I did.”

As I masturbated that night in my bed I was absolutely amazed that in my mind I kept seeing Emma’s face. Nothing more, not her breasts or her naked body and certainly not us doing anything, simply her pretty face looking at me as I dredged up one of my favourite fantasies, a gang bang where I am had by a number of men. I made myself cum particularly heavily with one guy in my mouth, one between my breasts, one in my pussy and one up my ass: simply wishful thinking of course!

Most women don’t seem to shower after working out, but go home in their gym clothes and shower at home. It’s something to do with not wishing to show your body off in front of other women. It’s the same at the tennis club and, as I was starting to find out at golf as well.

Emma, though, usually had to go to work straight from the gym so she usually did shower.

A few evenings later, around six thirty, we were the only two left in that part of the changing room. slot oyna I was not showering so was about to leave, when Emma said. “Hang on let’s have a coffee or something.”

“Ok.”

“Let me grab a quick shower” she said pulling her singlet off and quickly unclipping her bra. She dropped those on the bench and slid out of her dark blue, tracky trousers with three white lines down each leg. She stood there momentarily in her white, cotton panties. I looked away, but couldn’t help seeing her nicely shaped tits with small, coral pink areola and nipples.

“Be a love and watch my stuff as I shower, save me shoving it all in the locker” she said slipping her panties off and wrapping a towel round her.

When she came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, I said that I would get the drinks and she asked for a white wine.

I was in the café when she walked in. She was wearing a crisp white blouse, and a grey, pinstripe power suit, with a three button jacket undone and a tight pencil skirt with black tights or stockings. She looked fabulous.

“Wow you look great.”

“Thanks ma’am, praise indeed coming from you.”

Smiling I went on. “The real deal, the real high powered businesswoman.”

She laughed. “More high sexed than powered babe,” she said plomping herself down on the couch beside me, her skirt rearing up her legs sufficient enough to show that she was wearing stockings and not tights. Her hip was pressed tightly against mine and I wiggled a bit to move away. After the drinks had been delivered and we’d chatted for a while I was surprised to find that again our hips were touching; the softness of the sofa I thought. I didn’t move and actually it felt nice.

We drank our wine and suddenly Emma’s Blackberry buzzed. She looked at it and said. “Oh shit, I forgot an appointment, I have to run.”

Standing up she put her hand on my shoulder, leaned forward and pecked me on the cheek. As she did her crisp white blouse gaped and I couldn’t help looking down it. I was embarrassed when I saw that she had seen me looking.

“Nice Cat?” She said ambiguously, turning and walking across the bar, emphasising I am sure the wiggle of her pert bum and rounded hips in the tight skirt.

Richard was home that evening having returned from yet another tedious bloody business trip the day before. He got home from work around eight, we went out to a local restaurant for a quick meal and then went home and straight to bed. He fucked me. I felt nothing really, it was just a

fuck. I felt that I was just a hole into which he could shove his dick and fuck away. I made the expected sounds and moves and I did have an orgasm, but again Emma was looking on. This time I kept seeing those pert boobs, pink nipples and her legs in lacy top hold-ups. What’s happening to me was the thought that was in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

“Fancy a meal one night this week?” She asked a week or so later.

We went to a little Italian and we got a little pissed. We laughed a lot, we were very touchy feely and several times Emma put her fingers on my wrist or on the back of my hand. I wasn’t sure whether the times our knees or feet touched under the table were deliberate or not.

“No you need to stretch like this,” Emma said at the gym a few days later.

I was lying on my back on the floor with one knee bent. I was pulling that to stretch the muscle. She knelt beside me. We were in one of the small gyms off the main room, we were the only two in there. She knelt beside me and held my upper thigh with one hand and my calf with the other. Looking into my eyes she said, rather huskily I thought. “It needs to go back like this so that your heel touches your bum.”

Holding my thigh quite firmly about four inches down from my pussy, she pulled on my lower leg until my heel did touch my bum.

“Pull it up like that and then ease it down like this she explained” pulling my lower leg away until my knee straightened. She did that several times.

I could not believe the sensations I felt and I had to struggle to hide them. I certainly couldn’t speak for I was sure my voice would be just a croak and I had to avert my gaze from hers for I was sure that would give something away. She manipulated my leg like that several times.

“See what I mean, your body should be telling you somthing?” She asked leaning right over me so that our bodies in general and our breasts in particular almost touched. I had no idea what she meant, but my body was telling me something. I didn’t have the nerve to ask what it should be telling me or tell her what it was saying.

That evening as I lay on my sofa in my conservatory listening to a Bach violin concerto, I felt hands on my breasts. In my mind, I could see as plainly as anything that they were Emma’s hands.

“Wow what a house,” Emma said as we drove up the drive to the six bedroom Victorian pile set in two acres that Richard inherited from his grandmother. I hated most of it, but loved the conservatory I’d had built on the back. It looked out over a lawn that sloped down canlı casino siteleri to a large pond That’s where I was going to serve dinner for Emma and me.

I don’t really know why I invited her. The feelings she had been giving me lately certainly meant that I was tempting fate, but I asked her to dinner on an impulse. As usual Richard was away and neither of my children were home from uni.

“I hate it really,” I said as I grilled the lamb cutlets.

“Why?”

“Well it’s Victorian and I think quite ugly, but mainly because it came from his family.”

“His? Richard, your husband you mean.”

“Yes.”

When I had asked her to dinner, Emma said that she was working, but would come straight from a house showing. Although she had told me that I was still surprised when I opened the door and saw she was wearing the same power suit and blouse as she had at the gym a few days ago; she looked fantastic and made me feel underdressed in my short sleeved, yellow scooped front tee shirt type top and denim skirt. As I still had the remnants of a tan from our week at our house in Florida, I hadn’t bothered with tights, although the recent chilly October evenings would put an end to that very soon. The skirt was probably shorter than a forty something should wear and my twenty year old daughter always looked disapprovingly at me when I wore anything with the hem above the knee; I had no idea what she would think of this hem for it was a good six inches above my knees, still it made me feel good. I knew also that the top was a little tight and a little low for it was moulded to my boobs and I did show quite some cleavage. In retrospect I have often wondered whether there was some sub conscious reason for me, innocently I swear, dressing rather sexily.

As we ate dinner, I told her how I resented the fact we had to sell a lovely modern house in Richmond to come and live in this dump in Hertfordshire.

“Are you unhappy Cat?” she asked taking a sip of wine, putting her glass down, sliding her hand across the table and resting her fingertips on the back of my hand.

“I’m not really sure Emma, perhaps lonely more than unhappy. I just don’t seem able anymore to see where my life is going”

“I know what you mean I feel exactly the same sometimes” she said moving her fingertips on the back of my hand. I saw that she had fashionably square cut nails with the end few millimetres painted white and the remainder simply shiny with clear varnish.

“But you have so much going for you, you’re engaged.”

“Yeah right, tell me about it,” Emma said rather gloomily. I had thought for some time that she wasn’t at all sure about her relationship with Harry, but it wasn’t something I wanted to get into. She did though. “I’m not all sure I am doing the right thing” she went on her eyes looking right into mine.

I topped up our wine glasses. We had just started the second bottle of a nice South African Sauvignon Blanc.

“Let’s take our wine over to the sofa,” I said indicating a settee on the other side of the conservatory.

I’d had the almost twenty feet square conservatory built on a split level. The higher level as you enter it from the house was a dining area and had been where we’d been sitting. Half way across the room there were two steps down which led to a sitting area that looked out onto the garden and fish pond, both of which were lit up with numerous spotlights. It was a beautiful view and I just loved sitting on the deep cushions of the incredibly comfortable sofa looking out at it. As I followed Emma across the room, down the steps and to the sofa it suddenly struck me that the last time I had sat on it, I had masturbated imagining her hand on my breasts. As she sat down and the tight, pinstripe skirt reared up her nylon covered legs, a little shiver ran through me.

“You sit here often?” She asked.

“Yes most nights when Richard’s away. I read, listen to music and sometimes drink too much.”

Sounds divine,” she said as we both took sips of wine from the large glasses.

We had turned so we were half looking at each other. Emma had removed her jacket and I saw that the crisp, white blouse was very tight around her boobs and across her back, it gaped a little at each buttonhole. She looked great and I felt slightly tipsy.

As we had turned, so we had bent our legs at the knees and these were almost touching. Emma rested her right elbow on the back of the sofa and used that to support her head. As she was slightly behind me, I had to turn even more to look at her. I did, our eyes locked, she raised her eyebrows, we smiled and she said. “Ok Cat?”

“Yes Emma,” I replied leaning back so my head was against the sofa.

“You sure?” She said quietly as her hand moved from supporting her head towards mine.

I looked up and replied quietly.

“Yes.”

Her fingers found a strand of my hair and stroked it.

“I mean Cat, are you really sure?”

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant. Whether she was referring to our earlier conversation about being lonely or to her fondling my hair. She had pulled her knees onto the seat of the sofa and tucked her feet under her bum. That made her skirt ride further up her legs and, as it was only a two seater sofa, placed her knees very close to my leg.

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The music was loud, and the crowd was huge. Not my cup of tea. I hate rubbing elbows all night and not having room to move. The site of her dancing under that light was the only thing that got me through the evening. She is so shy, but put her in a crowd with music and she lets go. Her body was different than the others, not bad, really more to my likening actually. She has soft curves and enough meat on her hips to provide me with a wonderful place to grab and thrust into her hard. I am proud to say I gave her that body.

I had the pleasure of watching her child-like body grow with my child. Her stomach carried the most precious thing. Her breasts became full and plump. Her hips filled out in preparation of the trauma her body would endure. Nine months later she was like a beautiful flower that blossomed. It was hard for me at first. It was strange to see my child nuzzle and suck on her soft pink nipples. I was jealous. I wanted my hands to stroke the warm skin of her chest.

I stood tonight though and watched like the rest of the crowd as she sways with the music. Her red hair flowing around the neck that I wrap my hands around so many nights. Oh, how those hips move, almost like she is grinding me, but she is on the dance floor. The music is crude, all male dominate. Talking only of sex and sucking.

She was driving me crazy, I had to be near her. I take her another drink. She is driving me crazy with that straw. The way her lips wrap around it and you can just see her cheeks pull. I wish I was that straw. I had thoughts of her and that straw all night. I was about to go crazy, as finally the night came to and end. We shook hands and said goodbye to our friends and gently was pushing her to the door.

The conversation on the way home takes a turn toward the music. She asks if I noticed all the songs lately are about male domination. I suppose she is right. I commented on how it has been true in our relationship, I am the one who chooses what sexual things we do. She gets ballsy. She states that if my mother knew what she does to me in bed she would have a stroke. I suppose she is right again. Somewhere on the ride home I assume she made the decision. When we got home she went straight to the bathroom. I gave her some space, assuming if she wanted my attention she would ask.

My knees went weak when she appeared again. She had on the black corset I bought her so long ago. Her makeup was still dark from the club, and her eyes seemed to see right through me. I stood in silence as I looked. The corset pushed her tits up. I looked down her soft curves and her bare ass hung out of the matching g string. I couldn’t see her long tempting legs, due to the incredibly hot, high black leather boots she wore. I was frozen. That devilish smile was enough to convince me that tonight, with that fiery red hair, she was as close to the devils spawn as they come. I was almost scared.

The words that came out of her mouth….The words that changed my life….

” You dominate me every night. Tonight if you want pleasure, you will pleasure me first. If you are not a good casino siteleri boy, you will be punished, the way I decide fit. Now be a good boy and come here, or I will take matters into my own hands.”

I crawled to her feet. No way, I was going to miss this show! Not even if it killed me!

The floor was cold, and any other time I would be shriveled up. I was hard as rock already, though. She noticed, and reach down to stroke me. She then reminded me that she was to get pleasure first. That is when she struck the inside of my thigh with the leather crop she held. It hit right below my balls, so close I could feel the breeze. The sting should have brought him down, but her wicked laugh kept him hard as can be. She was enjoying this. She was on a power trip.

I was surprised to feel the warm soft fabric that she then fastened around the shaft of my cock. Before I could understand, she clipped the leash to it and started walking away. She got one tug, before I snapped out of it and followed. I watched her ass sway as I crawled behind her. She then sat right in front of me with her clit nearly touching my nose. Her long legs were spread and I could smell the fragrance of her freshly shaven pussy. She was aroused. I leaned in and licked it right down the middle. I felt the fire on my ass at the same time the tug made me fall back. I was not in control and I had not asked permission. Due to my mistake, she pulled out her toy. I sat nose to her clit and watched as she ever so gently ran the toy up and down her pussy. It was already wet and I want to stick whatever I could in it. I wanted to feel the warmth, the wetness.

Her body started to tremble. Instead of letting herself finish though she put the toy down and asked if I wanted to taste it. “Yes!”

My ass was lit on fire again.

“Excuse me?”

I replied very cautiously…

“yes please?”

Wrong answer. I was getting a little frustrated with ass beating.

“You refer to me as your golden girl, or have you forgot what it feel like to have my golden juice flow down your body?”

I had not forgotten the night when she let it all go and I was able to get her to do that. I would never forget that night.

She was up again, tugging at my cock. I followed her curious. All my cautiousness disappeared as she straddled me and massaged my asshole. She had put me in the perfect place as the mirror in front of me showed me her ass straddled over me. I was panting and pushing against her fingers as I felt the steaming hot liquid flow down my ass and drip off my cock. How could she ever think I would forget that feeling.

She could sense my delight, and she stopped the flow. She pushed me down with force and demanded I roll over. She then straddled my face and I had electricity flowing through my veins.

“Beg.”

I begged like a little boy, or even a dog getting beat. I would have done anything at that moment. She smirked and I saw it coming. One, small, drop of that hot liquid. It was just enough to taste, and my body raised up in torment. I begged louder, but she had already slot oyna had her fun. She sat back down and ordered me in front of her. I was in pain with my swelling hard cock as she demanded I rub the head all over her pussy. When I couldn’t stand anymore I tried to put the head in ever so slightly. She grabbed my balls hard and looked me in the eyes. I had disobeyed again. I had to give her pleasure first. I grabbed her hips and I thrust myself into her as hard as I could. Within minutes she curled around my body and let her warm cum drench my cock. I wanted to fill her up right then, but I had learned. She pulled away from me with a smile.

“You have pleased me, good boy.”

She licked her lips and lowered herself off the chair. She rubbed my balls gently as she sucked her own cum off me. She then positioned me so I was bent over the bed.

I was anxious again. She spanked me harder than before with her devil stick. I jumped in pain.

“poor baby”

I felt her soft tits rub down my back and over my ass. Her nipple slid in my crack and I prayed somehow it would push into my ass. I saw her reach for the strap on, and the lube. I had never taken this in this position. She fucked me like a man. She grabbed my hips and stood behind me. It was so cold. It was strictly for her pleasure, no cuddling, no kisses, just raw hard fucking. It was wrong, because the harder she was, the more helpless I felt. The more helpless I felt, the more I wanted to cum and fall weak at her feet. I did just that.

As she smiled, she helped me to the bed. She was so loving, I thought she may be done. I was surprised at the knot being tied around my hands. Then my feet. She was ever so gentle though. She stood back and just stared at me bound and naked spread across the bed. I felt a little embarrassed. Her body was warm and little moist after all that thrusting, as she crawled next to me. She kissed my neck, paying attention to my collar bone. I squirmed like a fish out of water as she went over my whole body with her tongue. She paid close attention to my cock until I had a ragging hard on again. Pure fear screamed out of me as she brought out the sounding rod. We had talked about it, but I wasn’t ready.

“Something wrong?”

I tried to reason with her, helpless tied to the bed. Who knew she could tie a knot! I upset her. She would punish me how she saw fit though. She took her cath out. How could I do this while I was tied? The tight black gloves didn’t help my fears. I laid and watched as she cath’ed herself. She needed no help, she knew where everything was. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her head. I found out as she stuck the cut off end of the cath in my ass and I felt her warm pee flow into my ass. I was in such shock, I almost missed her slowly threading the sound in my piss hole. By the time I saw, I was frozen, scared to even open my mouth. It felt good, but I was scared to move. She was so gentle. She stroked me a few times until I thought was going to explode. She withdrew the sound right before I could cum.

My body was now begging to cum. She canlı casino siteleri just kissed me softly. What a tease. She slowly untied my hands and feet, and I wondered if my body could handle anymore.

“You will please me and then I will allow you to release”

As tired and hard as I was, she demanded me to suck her nipples. She let me suck them so long, my cheeks hurt. Right when I thought she was going to cum, she grabbed my balls hard.

“fuck me like a real man”

I had been waiting for this. I shoved her down on the bed so hard, fear ran through me, as I double checked to make sure I didn’t hurt her. I laid my full body weight on her, as I drove my rock hard cock in her. She was so wet and almost too hot for my dick. The harder I pushed the louder she screamed. I grabbed her neck and thrust so hard her head bounced off the head board. I pulled out and tossed her over me with ease. I gave her no chance to ease down on me, I grabbed those hips that teased me all night and pulled her hard down on me. She squealed in pain as I went deep into her. She never moved, I pulled and pushed and moved her until she couldn’t resist anymore. I could feel her cum wash down my balls. She collapsed down on my chest and I just held her, listening to her breath. She composed herself quickly and surprised me when she reached for the lube yet again.

My body was sore and raw. Where could she possibly go that she hasn’t already been? I felt her hand gently stroke my cock and go down to my balls. A lubed finger found my ass. I was still sore from her thrusting the strap on in my ass. Between her extreme amount of lube, and her gentle massaging moves, the pain disappeared. I was so tired, my body felt like it was going to sink into the feather blanket I was on. I couldn’t even get hard again. She massaged gently and before I knew she had 4 fingers in. I felt the blood rise to the tip of my head. When she added the last finger, I was ready to go. Waves of ecstasy flooded my body. I rocked against her hand, almost begging it to go in. She stopped. It was cruel. I immediately snapped at her, telling her I was almost there. I then heard that wicked laugh that had been absent for the last hour.

” Is that how you speak to me?”

Her devil stick came down hard on my chest. Her soft hand felt like iron around my balls.

“beg you bad boy, or I will leave you blue”

Again have no idea where it came from, but I was almost in tears begging her to relieve the pressure that had built up in the shaft of my cock. She slowly started again and I felt her start a fist. I rocked into her, my body begging for more. I felt her fist go in and I flinched in pain. She remained still and I started to stroke myself in hopes of dulling the pain that was building inside me. With no warning, she spun her hand completely around inside of me. I came with no warning. She laughed as it spewed all over my own face.

She was so proud of herself, and I had never experienced anything like it before. I was reminded of a cat as she gracefully crawled beside me and licked the cum off my cheek. We fell asleep in each others arms right there. As the sun woke me up this morning, I looked at my beautiful wife laying next to me. So sweet, soft innocent. I would have thought it was all a dream. If not for the whelps on my ass.

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My first gay experience was right after college in the summer of 1989. Three days of hitchhiking across the states found me sitting under an overpass in Birmingham, AL feeling fresh after a long shower at a nearby truck stop. As I sat holding my thumb out I remember thinking about a guy in a van that had obviously wanted to have sex with me, but I turned him down. Now I was wondering why. What was I afraid of? I thought, if it happens again, I am going for it and see what it is like.

Coincidentally (really!) the next car that stopped was a guy wanting to have sex with me. Go figure.

It was a compact reddish car with a heavy set black guy driving. I looked in and saw him smile so I opened the door and got in. I passed my pack to the back seat and buckled up as we pulled back into traffic. He did not ask me the usual questions like, “Where you headed?” Instead, he said, “Your feet must be sore from being out on the road, will you let me rub them for you?”

That was the strangest thing any guy has ever said to me in my life! But, hey, he is giving me a free ride and I do love to get my feet rubbed. I pulled off one shoe and put my socked foot in casino siteleri his lap and he started massaging it with one hand while holding the wheel with the other. It felt good and I told him so.

He said that he could not give me a good foot rub while driving and asked if I wanted to stop by at his office so he could do a better job. I said, “OK”. I knew I was about to find out what gay sex was like. I had read about it in a Penthouse article some time before and was very curious to try it. I am glad I did.

Remember, this was 1989, no internet porn. I had never even seen a picture of men having sex. I had one porn vhs tape that I had nearly wore out, but it was all straight and my magazines were all naked women. The whole idea of gay sex with s stranger was dangerous and exciting.

We pulled into the parking area of a single-floor insurance office building. It was dusk and the parking lot was empty. He opened the door and disabled the security alarm and led me to a wide space between two desks and said, “This is a good spot, just lay back on the carpet and let me take care of those feet.”

He peeled one sock off and started rubbing slot oyna and massaging my foot and then started actually sucking on my toes. He was loving it and it felt so good. I think he could see it on my face. Imagine when a dog licks your toes, but way better. He spent a near equal time on each foot and then asked if I was enjoying it and I replied, “Oh ya.”

Next, he asked if he could pull my pants down and suck on other parts. I had them unbuttoned and belt loose before he even finished the question. I raised my ass off the floor and started sliding my pants off and he helped pull them off. My dick was already half erect and stiffened right up in his mouth. Then he worked his pants off while still sucking and licking and I got a good look at another guy’s penis for the first time in my life.

It was just a little longer than mine, but much thicker and had an interesting curve right in the middle. I wanted to touch it so bad, but I was just too shy and when he started licking up and down my balls I just laid my head back on the floor and cherished the sensations.

He didn’t stop there. He started licking up my scrotum from lower and lower until his canlı casino siteleri tongue was actually starting on my ass hole. Wow! Such a strange and wonderful and revolting all-at-the-same-time feeling. And it got better. He laid belly-down on the floor while holding my legs up and apart and stuck his tongue right in my ass hole. Unbelievable! The feeling is indescribable and I have never felt it again since then.

After a couple of minutes of that he said he couldn’t hold back any more. He rose to his knees and fondled my penis and balls a little and then started masturbating while I watched. It took just a few seconds before he squirted several gobs of cum on my bare belly.

I never came. He asked me about it on his way back from the restroom with some paper towels for me. As I wiped the cum off myself I told him this was very new to me and I needed time to process everything. He wanted my contact info, but I declined saying it was a one-time thing for me. So he gave me a pleasant ride back to the highway and dropped me off.

Minutes after he left me I was jerking off out of site from the traffic and blew every ounce of semen I had all over the bushes.

What an experience that was. It would be 20 years before my next gay experience. By the off chance that you recognize yourself as the guy I am writing about then I would love to get into contact with you again.

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I had about 15 minutes of extra free time, before being expected at home to meet my wife the other day. I had gotten off work a few minutes early and the traffic was kind of light today, so I was ahead of schedule. I was feeling kind of randy, so I decided on a really quick visit to my favorite adult arcade, cause I felt like sucking on some “strange” cock before going home, something I hadn’t done in quite a while. It was just off the highway on feeder road on my way home, so little time would be wasted if I got lucky quick.

It was broad daylight, a little before 5:00 PM in the afternoon, and there were quite a few cars in the parking lot. This was usually a good sign that some business men were trying to get a quickie blow job on the down low before going home, or else that the place was swarming with “hungry trolls” that would cut into my action.

My favorite scenario was when I was the only cocksucker there, so all the horny guys in need of someone to drain their balls, had to patiently wait their turn for the adjoining glory hole booth next to me to open up. Some days, there was nothing but horny guys strolling the hallways, that either didn’t a good blow job at home or had no regular partner to satisfy them. One after another, if they were patient and waited their turn, I would suck them all off. Sometimes, the time would get away from me before I realized I had spent the entire day there and had to account for my time with an excuse to my wife.

I loved those days when I was the only cocksucker there. I hated competition for those stiff throbbing cocks and much preferred when I was the “star of the party”. Anyone that I didn’t get to suck off when I was there, I deemed a lost opportunity to me. I didn’t turn down many though, but I did reject some, you had to seem to be clean by my standards. Of course, I had my favorite sizes and shapes too though. I especially loved a circumcised 7 inches plus. But beggars can’t always be picky, uncut or smaller was cool too, however every once in a while I hit gold.

It didn’t matter today though, I was going to consider myself lucky if I found one good cock to suck on, cause I was in a little of a rush and didn’t have time to spend the day on my knees as I would have much preferred.

You could usually tell immediately what everybody in there was looking for. The cocksuckers would stare at your crotch or try to make eye contact, while the guys that wanted a blow job would kind of avoid any attention, trying to remain more discreet or anonymous in the dimly lit area. The guys that wanted a blow job, really tried to avoid any eye contact and just wanted some quick head so they could split before themselves or their car were recognized. They would usually stake out a booth with a glory hole and expose their cocks patiently waiting for the first willing mouth on the other side.

Upon entering the arcade section, I noticed about a dozen guys walking around aimlessly or leaning up against the walls. As I took a quick stroll through the dark hallways, I saw three booths that were occupied while the adjoining booths were empty. I quickly ducked into an empty one adjacent to an occupied one, locked the door, and bending over I peeked into the glory hole.

Sure enough, a young guy around my age was standing there in a pair of red overalls, stroking a fat 9 inch cut cock. Oh my God, I thought, that this must be my lucky day. This was a real treasure to stumble on so quickly, and just like I liked them, long and cut. You could literally go hours some days without finding a good cock to suck, sometimes even waste the whole day hoping and not getting any cock at all. I hoped this guy was wanting some good head, cause my mouth was watering at the sight of his fat cock.

Anyway, I really only had a few minutes to waste at the arcade today so I felt like I had just hit the jackpot on my first try. I just prayed that he wasn’t the prudish type and would let another man please that fat cock of his.

As soon as I put some tokens in the slot, my movie started and my booth lit up. casino oyna He must have noticed this because he immediately stepped up close towards the plywood wall while pointing his hard cock just inches from the hole.

I watched as he tugged his overalls down past his waist and let them fall to the floor. I noticed he wore no underwear as I knelt and admired his beauty on the other side of the hole, so I knew right away that he was game. This guy wanted his cock sucked and I was just amazed that nobody had already jumped at the chance to slurp on it. It was a beauty and all mine.

I put my index finger up to the hole and beckoned him to push it through. Immediately he removed his hand from his cock and inched forward until his fat plum tip poked into my hole about an inch or two. Not to make him wait or lose the moment, I immediately locked my lips on the head of his cock and started into massaging that spongy hard tip with my lips and tongue.

He seemed reluctant or afraid to shove it all the way through the hole. Instead he just let me feast on the head and maybe an inch or so of his vein filled hard shaft. I wanted way more than that though, I wanted to worship this whopper and treat him right. As he leaned into the wall with his chest, I started mashing my lips into the hole trying to envelop some more of his shaft with a gentle tugging suction on him.

After a few minutes of this, beginning to trust me as someone that just wanted to please him, he finally relented and just shoved the his whole cock through the hole in one swift motion. I immediately gagged on his cock’s length and pulled back to adjust the depth of that initial thrust. Then this guy just mashed and held his stomach against the hole, while squashing his balls against the plywood on the other side. Wanting all he had, I gently pulled on his nut sac until he finally backed up an inch and let me pull his fat balls through.

Having both his cock and balls on my side of the hole now, he again leaned into the plywood and pressed every centimeter of his masculine virility through for me to work on. He was pressed so tight into that hole that I could see no light from his side and only the surrounding flesh of his stomach around his package was visible. He just stood against the wall patiently, while exposing his glorious 9 inch fat cock and those smooth heavy full balls, waiting for me to please his perfect specimen of manhood.

Not to disappoint him, I slobbered on the palm of my hand and gently smeared my spit on his shaft, while I took my hungry mouth down to his fat full nuts. I spread my spit up and down his hard cock while I gently sucked and slurped noisily one of his fat shaved balls into my mouth ever so softly.

I was in a rush, but I was certainly going to take my time with this cock. Any cocksucker knows that a cock this size is not a “dime a dozen”, so if I ended up coming home a few minutes late, not a big deal to me, I hoped. I could make up some excuse about traffic to my wife for being an extra five or ten minutes late.

I worked on his hairless balls separately, very slowly for about three minutes each, while I gently stroked that steel shaft and fat head with my slippery hand. Sensing some impatience on his part and being on a definite time frame , I reluctantly let go of his balls and again placed my mouth over the tip of his cock. The shaft was much harder than before so, now with my mouth on his cock, I really started into pleasing this guy now. In the dim light of my projector, I could see the most masculine red and blue veins that started at his shaft. Like a maze of sexy intricate interstate highways, they disappeared somewhere under the skin of his shaft towards the tip of his fat knob.

As I bobbed my mouth down on 5 or 6 inches without gagging, I gently squeezed and pinched on his nut sac. I was totally in heaven now, so I just closed my eyes and started my hopeful final descent to his pelvic bone. I really wanted to swallow this big cock all the way down.

Twisting my mouth from side to side, slot oyna I pushed an inch or so into my throat, but I had to back off immediately as I gagged on it. Redoubling my efforts, I went at it again, this time holding a couple of inches in my throat before I had to back off. I knew I could handle the whole 9 inches, and he deserved it, I just had to let my throat adjust and open up a little at a time.

Determined to control my gag reflex, I shoved my throat down deep again, hoping to take him all the way to his root. Taking one deep breath, I forced my throat down deep to his stomach and presto, he was buried deep in my gullet now with my lips smashed into his stomach. My stretched out throat just held onto his oversized cock while we both remained motionless, until I pulled off to breathe again. I repeated this over and over again, taking deeper breathes and impaling my throat on his cock, while he just patiently stood still and let me covet his cock with my throat.

I couldn’t time how long I held him so deep in my throat without breathing or moving each time, but I’m sure it was at least a minute. It became easier and easier to impale my lips to the root of his cock and remain motionless while he let me indulge my efforts to swallow his entirety. I felt so proud of myself that I could swallow and hold this monster of a cock for so long a time.

On about my fifth or sixth swallow, while I was holding him so deep in my throat, he started to rock his hips a little. He began fucking my distended gullet with very short slow strokes. Not much at first, maybe just an inch or so, but back and forth he would saw in my throat, until I would finally pull off, out of breathe again. I would then take a deep breathe before plunging down again and we repeated the entire process.

Again, once I had settled my lips down all the way to his stomach and held him in my stretched out throat, he began rocking his cock back and forth. This time his strokes were a little longer, pulling out a couple of inches and smashing back into my throat until my lips ground onto his pelvis. His fucking of my throat with his swollen hard cock now started becoming both more erratic and more aggressive.

The next time I pulled off, I took my deepest breathe yet, and plowed my throat down onto his rock hard cock. While I held still, with his cock lodged in my throat, he immediately started fucking 2 or 3 inches in and out of my lips and deep into my throat. I just waited for the immanent and soon the wall started shaking as I felt him press hard into it and his cock exploded into my throat.

As he fucked as hard as he could now, heavy ejaculations convulsed from his swollen 9 inches into my mouth and throat. He sprayed 3 or 4 jets of cum that plunged deep down my throat which I never got to even savor the taste of. They were quickly deposited deep into my stomach before I ran out of breathe and pulled off again.

Before I could get my throat back down his shaft, a thick ropey stream of his seed landed directly in my mouth. I tasted this one, it was sweet and slippery, which just excited me more. I didn’t want to spoil his orgasm so I immediately went right back down that shaft. With my eyes watering, tears dripping down my cheeks and sweat pouring off my forehead, I pushed my throat back down to let him finish his load.

After 10 or 12 more quick thrusts and several more spurts, he pulled most of his cock away from me now as I scrambled to keep my lips locked on that heaving monster. The lion’s share of his cum was spent, most of it deep in my guts but a spray or two that I tasted was still on my tongue. He now backed up from the hole a step or so, withdrawing his balls and just stood there with about 6 inches of meat on my side of the hole.

I frantically held on that his still twitching cock, not wanting to release my precious treasure, and milked the last little spurts and then dribbles that flowed from the tip. I coaxed every little dollop of cum that was in those sweet balls out, polishing the head of his cock in between my canlı casino siteleri milking action.

Still hard but quickly softening in my mouth, I gently nursed on the reaming tip and an inch or so of his shaft, until he finally withdrew and left me still hungry on my knees. I swallowed every bit of his cum. Not a drop was wasted on the floor, the evidence was gone and being digested in my stomach.

As I pressed my eye to the hole, wanting to finally see what this stud looked like, all I saw was him was his back, quickly zipping up his red jumpsuit and exiting the booth. He was gone and out of my life as quick as he had come.

It was past 5:45, and I was now a good 30 minutes behind schedule and had to get home really quick. I had killed almost an hour sucking on one cock, and wanted it some more, unbelievable. Even though I had spent more time in front of glory holes in the past sucking different cocks, I don’t think I had ever spent that much time with the same cock in my mouth. That guy’s cock was hot, absolutely my perfect fantasy cock, I definitely would love to find him here again when I had more time.

My throat was extremely sore and felt kind of raw. Checking my appearance and adjusting the bent cramped hard on in my pants, I scurried to exit and get home. No time to waste , I really had to get a move on it. I would take care of my own cock by jacking off in the bathroom once home, since I knew my wife wouldn’t, I unlocked my booth door and started to make my way out.

After walking through the arcade lobby, I opened the door to exit and stepped outside to find my car and leave. I just then saw a blue Eddie Bauer Expedition just like my older brother drives, pull out of the parking lot and onto the feeder road in front of the arcade. Looking closer into the car at the driver, I saw he had a red jumpsuit on.

My face became red and flushed so fast, I thought I was going to pass out. Please tell me it wasn’t him, and if it was, please tell me he didn’t see me. There are a million of those blue SUV’s where I live.

All I could think about was if I did something incredibly immoral. If it was him, if he knew it was me, I was starting to sweat again. The thought just played over and over in my mind. I mean sucking a strange cock is bad enough, but your own brothers.

I was in a panic all the way home, finally regaining my composure somewhat, until I saw his blue Eddie Bauer Expedition in my driveway as I pulled up to my house. He rarely came to visit and almost never unannounced. I was so busted, please God help me.

As I walked up the steps to my house, I saw my brother through the window, standing in that red jumpsuit talking to my wife. I hated entering my house, but I had to.

My wife greeted me with, “Well thank God, you’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you cause I have to run an errand right now and you’ve made me late already. I’ll be back in an hour or so. I have dinner in the oven on warm, we’ll eat when I get home. You can visit with your brother for a bit, okay, I’ll be back soon. Why on earth were you so late honey?”

As she kissed me on the cheek and exited, I think I mumbled something about working late or stopping at the store on the way home. It might not even have been audible, my ears were ringing so loud and so many thoughts were going through my head that I know I didn’t even hear what I uttered for an excuse. I swear, I’m really not sure what I said to this day, I had rehearsed so many excuses already in my head and things were kind of a blur right then.

My brother just stared and smiled at me not speaking at all yet. I’m sure I looked like the “cat that swallowed the canary”. Looking at him in those red overalls, I noticed a small wet spot that had seeped through on the inside of the fabric right under his zipper. After an awkward silence and just looking at him smiling at me, he finally walked right up to me and stood just a couple of inches from my face. It was awkward because it was way closer than we usually stood when we talked. As he stood in front of me, I diverted my eyes to the floor.

“I didn’t quite hear what you just said, so why are you so late little brother?” he grinned while starring down on me.

To be continued…………………………………..

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He has me dressed the way he likes, tight fishnet dress in hot pink, skimpy g-string that covers nothing, leaving my cunt lips hanging out, the string pulled tight between my legs, assuring I will be wet and ready for use whenever he wants. The dress is tight, stretched over my tits, one nipple poking through already, hard and tight. My make up is heavy, dark, my hair down, my heels so high they are actually awkward to walk in. He smiles.

“Are you ready to go, slut?”

I nod. He mirrors the motion then opens the door, motioning me out. I go. We are then in the car, the ride almost silent, though I find myself shifting in my seat often, the feel of the g-string against my cunt, rubbing against me, making me slick and aroused. He notices me wiggling in my seat and laughs. “Eager, aren’t you, you little fucking whore? I bet you’re soaked already.”

“I am.” I admit.

“Well, don’t worry, you’re about to get used like the skanky little cunt that you are.”

He stops the car and we get out. We go to the door, and even as he knocks, he is moving behind me, reaching a hand around my to rub and play with my tits, squeezing and groping them, twisting my nipples, leaving them hard and erect. The door opens and he smiles. “I’m here, and I brought the fucking whore with me.”

We go inside, and I see men, seven of them, waiting. They have porn on the television, and there in the crisp digital quality, I see a woman on the floor getting fucked, hard and fast, cocks crammed into her cunt and mouth. I take a deep breath and he smiles. “Jealous, you nasty cunt? Don’t be, you’ll be taking more cock than her tonight.”

The men introduce themselves to one another, my name is never mentioned. Even as they shake hands and exchange small pleasantries, their eyes are on me. Once the ritual is done, he looks at me. “Are you ready, bitch?”

I nod, licking my lips. Already the men are rubbing themselves through their jeans, eyes locked on my body. He starts first, rubbing my tits again, running his hand up over my throat, casino oyna pulling my head back. Other hands join his, moving over my body, slowly at first, across my ass, over my thighs, my tits, squeezing and stroking. Then my dress is pushed up over my tits, leaving them bare. Someone starts sucking one of them, licking and squeezing it, pulling my nipple up between his lips and working it with his teeth and tongue. I sigh, the wetness between my thighs hot and sudden, then I feel a pair of rough hands yanking at my g-string, working to pull it free. When he gets it off I hear him say “She is fucking soaked.” And it is true, I am dripping and wet, my cunt sloppy and ready.

He pushes me to my knees on the floor, and suddenly I see that the men have also shed their clothes and three cocks are waiting for me, hard and ready. “Start sucking, you wet little whore.” And I do. The cock directly in front of me gets my mouth first, I lick it, then part my lips to take it into my mouth, wet and warm and ready. The owner of the cock moans, “That’s it, suck me, cunt.” And I do, working my lips and tongue up and down, sucking and lapping as I go. I take the other two cocks into my hands, jerking them slowly and gently. Then I begin to trade my attention between the three, alternately rubbing, licking, jerking, sucking, and even as I do this I feel a hand on my tit, groping hard, shaking it, pinching my nipple, then slapping it. I moan around the cock in my mouth as he moves to do the same to my other tit…

Fingers now between my legs, probing and testing. I am soaked, and he is rubbing my wetness back and forth along my cunt, over my clit. It feels so good. I make a little noise in my throat, moving my mouth to another cock, hips now rocking slightly, sliding my cunt over the fingers under it. “She is one wet little slut.” Someone comments. “Think the little whore wants to get fucked?”

He chuckles. “I don’t know.” Then he is looking at me. “Do you want to get fucked, cunt?”

I nod, still sucking and jerking the cocks in front of me.

“Say it then, bitch. Tell us what you want.”

I stop sucking for a moment. “I want you to fuck me. I want a cock in my cunt right slot oyna now. Fuck my pussy, my ass, my mouth, I don’t care, just fuck me.”

“You are such a fucking whore.” He sighs. “Go on, tell them what a nasty little cock slut you are.”

I lick my lips, still playing with the cocks in my hand. “I am a filthy fucking slut, and I love it. I want you all to fuck me hard, leave my cunt and ass gaping and paint me in your cum. I want to use me like the whore that I am.”

“Very good, cunt.”

I am on all fours, a new cock between my lips and someone moves behind me. There is a hand on my hip, then he slaps my ass, a hard, sharp smack that causes me to gasp. Then he is ramming his cock into me, hard and deep. “She’s a loose little fuck hole, isn’t she?” He comments. “Yeah,” is the response. “I am really going to have to fuck the shit out of her skanky hole for her to feel anything.”

So he does, banging into me hard and deep, causing me to moan and pant around the cock in my mouth. The man I am sucking grabs my hair, pulling me down onto his cock, hard enough to make me gag. “That’s it, you fucking whore, drool all over my dick like the little cocksucking slut you are…”

And my cunt is dripping, making all kinds of wet, nasty, sloppy noises as I get fucked, my thighs slick and wet with my own juice. The man fucking me pulls out of me and pulls back, telling me to get on top of him. I do. As soon as I am positioned a new man moves to get his cock sucked, and the one I was just sucking moves behind me. I feel his hands on my ass, fingers running through my wetness. He sticks one up my asshole, then a second. “You want me to fuck your slut ass, cunt?”

I nod, head bobbing as I continue to suck. I stop and pull off the cock in my mouth, gasping as he slides up into my ass. “Fuck me…” I pant. “Fuck me like the nasty slut that I am…”

The two men inside me start doing just that, banging my cunt and ass hard, fast and deep. I enjoy it for a moment, then there are hands in my hair again, jerking my face back to the cock in front of it. I start sucking once again. The man in my ass is the first to cum, he pulls out of me and sprays my back, hot and canlı casino siteleri messy. Then I hear him say “Do you want to try two cocks in that gaping cunt of yours, slut?”

I cannot say yes fast enough. He nods. “Yeah, I figured, you disgusting little whore, you just can’t get enough cock up that loose ass fuck hole of yours, can you?”

Before I can respond I am yanked back onto the dick I am supposed to be sucking. Then I feel it, a second hard cock being pushed up into my cunt, and ohhhhh, yes, it is sooo good. Then all three of them are fucking me hard, and deep, two in my cunt, and one in my mouth. Once again I pull away from the dick between my lips because I am cumming, loud and hard, my wet, intense orgasm punctuated by the feel of hands squeezing my tits and someone telling me what an easy little slut I am…

Then they pull out of my cunt and push me over, telling me to spread and show them my gaping pussy. I do. “What a fucking whore you are, with a cunt that hangs open like that. You must fuck and suck all the time to have a damn cavern like that, bitch.’

“I love cock.” I sigh in reply. Someone laughs.

“Does your ass gape like that too, slut?”

“Fuck it and find out.”

I am on all fours again, this time another man under me, wanting to fuck my loose, sloppy cunt and a different one preparing to shove it up my ass. “Fuck me,” I urge them, “I want to feel your cocks up my gaping fuck holes…”

Then they are inside me, banging and slamming me, using me like the cock-crazed whore that I am. I am cumming again, then they are pulling out of me and pulling open my freshly fucked cunt and ass, telling me what a nasty fucking slut I am…

Then I am sitting amid a circle of them, on my knees, sucking and jerking, waiting eagerly for their cum, wanting to feel it on my face and across my tits, covering me and leaving me messy and wet. Soon enough I get what I wish, and I feel it splattering over my body, face, tits, hair, back, ass, then I lean back, rubbing it over my skin.

“That’s right, cum slut, rub in all that cream like the fucking whore you are…”

When they are done, he has me stand. He pulls my dress back down over my cum slicked tits, down over my body. I have no idea where my g-string is. We head back to the car.

“Did you enjoy that, slut?” He asks with a knowing grin.

Oh yes, I did. I’m already thinking about doing it all again.

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What a great day for a bike ride! Sun is shining but not scorching hot with a slight little breeze, just enough to blow away the heat from the engine. I’m so excited. More so about who I was going with than the actual ride, although I DO love those big bikes.

He called early this morning actually waking me up from a wonderful tropical dream. He asked if I had slept well. What to tell him? Should I tell him about the dream and my reaction to it? Maybe that would be better left for another time since things were so new between us. I told him I had a great night’s sleep and was looking forward to a beautiful day with no plans. He asked if I was interested in going for a ride into the country. Oh boy, was I, especially with him! I was already imagining riding along with my arms and legs wrapped around him, cruising down the roads. I said I would love to join him and we made arrangements for him to pick me up in an hour.

Okay, now it was time for the mad dash to get ready! Nothing fancy, but definitely pretty. A little bit of makeup, some light scent and clothes. What to wear? What to wear? I decided to try for romantic. Okay, how to do that on a bike? Got the shirt, low neck, not too tight, not too loose. Now what? Jeans? Shorts? No, no shorts. I know, a skirt. Could I wear a skirt on a bike? If I was careful and tucked it around me it should work. Would he think I was crazy? Maybe, but I really liked the idea of the wind rushing up my legs. Okay, the skirt it is with a cute pair of my favorite cowboy boots and now I’m all ready to go.

He arrives exactly when he said he would. Oh. Wow. I have to remember to breathe. He looks soooo good when I answer the door. Nice fitted, faded button jeans encased in black leather chaps. Yum. Open-necked, buttone-down shirt that just about matches the blue of his eyes. He kisses me hello with a little peck on the cheek, just enough so that I can catch a whiff of his cologne. Again, yum.

I do a little pirouette for him asking for his opinion. He looks at my skirt then at me and asks if I’m sure I want to wear it, then says, before I can answer, it should work if I tuck it up and reminds me to be careful of the exhaust pipes.

We go out to the bike and he hands me my helmet. Not my favorite – it’s the full face helmet with the faceguard. The really cool thing about them is that there are microphones in them so we can talk to each other, if we want. Okay, helmet on now it’s time to mount up. With some difficulty, I swing my leg over and sit. I start tucking the skirt around me and thankfully, he decides to lend a hand. He asks me to lift up a little which I do and he slowly slides his hands over my ass to make sure the skirt is all tucked under me. Even though I know he is just helping me get situated, the feel of his hands sends a jolt throughout my body. Then he has me sit back down and tells me to raise my left leg a little bit so that he can tuck the skirt under it. As he is sliding his hand down my leg, my breathe begins to hitch. Something about watching his long fingers gliding over and around my leg excites me. It’s almost a caress and reminds me of my dream. He lifts his head to look at me, but can’t see my face behind the helmet. I’m happy about that because I don’t want him to see how his touch has affected me. He finishes my left leg and starts working on the right. His hand starts a little higher up this time, just at the crease of my thigh. Having his fingers so close to the center of me makes me shiver. He asks if I’m cold and I shake my head no. He smiles his one-sided smile and continues.

He finally finishes tucking to his satisfaction and climbs on. I am utterly amazed at how awesome his butt looks in those leather chaps. He settles himself on the seat and asks if I’m ready. If he only knew how ready I was. I just give him the thumbs up and he puts on his helmet and leather gloves and starts the engine.

Oh. WOW. The throb of the engine is amazing, low, throaty and, dare I think it, arousing! I snuggle up against him, nice and close, wrap my arms around his waist and off we go. His voice comes through the mic, startling me a bit, as he tells me he mapped out a ride through the country. He says we’ll be traveling on rarely used roads but rushes to assure me they are mostly paved and safe and that there’s a cute little inn and restaurant a few hours away and thought we could stop there for lunch for a while. Sounds great to me I tell him.

We’ve been riding for about an hour and he was right. This road is rarely traveled and a beautiful ride. It’s as if this road was cut through a full, thick beautiful forest as the trees butt up against the black top, so close you can almost reach out and touch them. I notice little side roads, if you can call them that, casino oyna along the way and ask if he knows where they lead. He begins to tell me the history of the area. It was once a big farming community and all those little side roads are actually drives to the old farmhouses. Some big conglomerate bought up all the land with the intention of building housing and put in most of the roads but the deal fell through and now everything just sits abandoned. He tells me this road is a favorite of his because no one really uses it and it gives him the freedom to ride as fast or as slow as he wants. He doesn’t much like riding in a lot of traffic because it doesn’t give him time to enjoy what’s around him and to think. This road makes him feel as if he’s the only one on the planet sometimes and he likes it that way.

“Well, you’ve got company today”, I say.

He chuckles and puts his hand on my thigh with a little squeeze and says “yeah, and it’s nice, too.”

We talk about a whole host of things. Kind of that getting to know you kind of stuff. Favorite this, favorite that. Likes and dislikes, and so on. I’m listening to him answer, but have thoughts running through my head.

Out of my mouth pops “So what is your favorite fantasy?”

Damn! I didn’t mean to let that slip! Into the silence that follows I begin to panic! I should have kept things light and easy! Too much of a personal question! What is he going to think of me? What an idiot I am!

He clears his throat and begins to tell me that one of his favorite fantasies is having sex on his bike as he’s riding down the road. I let out a nervous giggle and say the logistics would probably be too difficult, not to mention it would probably be dangerous! He chuckles, then says with all seriousness, he worked it all out in his head. With a little maneuvering and a whole lot of caution he thinks it would work. Oh. WOW! WOW! Is he serious? No, not possible, is it?

Into the silence I whisper “Tell me how”.

The hardest part is going to be swinging around to face him. We’ve got to do that just right or we both get dumped and I am not a fan of road rash!

I can’t believe I am actually going to try this! Just the thought of the engine throbbing under us as I open up for him is enough to get me wet.

He drops one of his arms as I start pulling up my skirt, bunching it up around my thighs. I carefully lift one of my legs and wrap it around his waist as I start to shift my butt off the seat. He begins to slide his arm around my waist and grabs onto my hip to help me all the way around. It gets a little dicey as I have to push off the foot rest to get myself the rest of the way around him. The bike wobbles a bit and he lets go of me to grab the handlebars. I shift a bit and find myself almost sitting on the gas tank. Once the bike is steady he places his hand on my lower back and tells me to move forward a bit. I am now completely facing him with my legs wrapped around him in the other direction! Ha! We did it. I look at him but can’t see his face.

I’m leaning back so that he can see the road in front of us.

He slides his hand around me and places it between us. He slowly starts moving my skirt up, tucking the excess behind me and I hear him gasp.

He says “No panties….I like that.”

His fingers, encased in those black leather gloves start moving in slow glides up and down. He lifts his fingers to the front of his helmet, the glove glistening with my juices and lifts his head. He must be looking straight into my eyes but I can’t tell with the faceguard. I turn my head in embarrassment for a moment, thankful that he can’t see my blush. When I turn back to face him it’s as if I can feel his gaze.

Although he could be looking at the road, my nipples say different and react immediately by tightening up. He slowly starts to lower the front of my shirt exposing my bra.

“Nice” is all he says as he slips a finger under my bra and circles my nipple with his gloved finger.

He says very quietly “Help me with this” as he tugs on my shirt and bra.

I reach up and lift my breasts out of my clothing offering them to him like a gift. The wind rushing over my nipples and feeling his hot gaze on them make them hard little pebbles. He begins to gently pinch them between his fingers, the leather adding a whole new sensation. He alternates between each nipple then encircles one breast with his whole hand gently squeezing forward to my nipple, almost as if he was milking them. He keeps switching hands, making sure one hand is always on his bike and the other always on me. I can’t believe that we are riding down the open road with my breasts so exposed!

He slides his hand down between us again and dips his fingers slot oyna in my wetness. He brings his hand back to my nipple, coating it with my own juices.

He growls into the mic saying “I wish I could suck on that.”

I quietly groan and all he whispers is “soon.”

He slides his hand down again, getting his fingers wet and circles my other nipple. The wind should be making them cold, but all I feel is blistering heat centered right on my nipples with a direct line to my core. I don’t think I have ever been this aroused before!

He lowers his hand, swirling his fingers around until he finds my hot spot. He zeroes in on my clit and starts circling it with his gloved fingers.

I sway a little with the overwhelming rush of desire and he whispers “easy…easy” as he slides one finger inside me.

Easy…yeah right….not possible but I make the effort to stay completely still. In and out…in and out…. he slowly moves his gloved finger, adding a second one after a time. The way his hand is positioned, palm up, his fingers curl inside me dragging over my g-spot while his thumb puts pressure on and circles my clit. He keeps curling his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion over and over again. He starts moving those two fingers faster, his thumb pressing harder on my clit. I start to panic because I know what’s going to happen….I know my secret is about to be exposed!…I tighten up, trying to put off the inevitable, but he won’t let me.

“relax…let it go” he says.

How can I?…. this has never happened with anyone before, only by myself in the privacy of my own room! He starts moving his fingers faster…I can feel the pressure building…..I grab his wrist trying to stop him, but he ignores my silent plea…oh no!….I can’t hold back much longer!

Forgetting he can hear me I begin to moan and say “harder….harder….please don’t stop….don’t….stop…that’s it…..right there….right there!”

I can hear him in my head saying “Come on baby….let it go….yes…..yes…..you can do this….cum for me”.

I scream as I have my very first squirting orgasm with someone! His fingers slow as I stuggle to catch my breath. He finally takes his fingers out of me and holds his hand up in front of his helmet. My cum is literally running down his wrist.

I begin to apologize as I am so embarassed and he says just one word …..”beautiful”. I freeze, not believing what I just heard! He then says “I’ve read about this on the internet and always wondered if it was real…..I’ve never tried it with anyone and I saw my opportunity and wanted to see if I could make you squirt….”

“You’re not shocked or disgusted?” I ask.

“Why would I be digusted….it’s amazing to see….right when it started you were so open and exposed…..as I said….beautiful”.

He wanted to know what I was feeling right before and during the “explosion” as he called it and if it had ever happened before. How can I properly described feeling as if your whole body is going to shatter into a million pieces, as if you are completely engulfed in flames and can’t pull in enough air to breath and like the top of your head is going to explode and every bone has left your body????

All I can say is “it feels amazing….I’ve been able to bring myself to squirt with my vibrator but never had the courage to ask a partner to help it happen….just being able to enjoy it without having to work it makes all the difference.” I can feel his smile even if I can’t see it.

Once I get my bearings I look down between us and realize his jeans are being strained to their limit. I’m happy to see the truth of his words….he wasn’t shocked.

I quietly whisper “thank you” as I reach for his buttons. The bulge in his pants outlined by the chaps is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen and I can’t wait to expose him. I slowly unbutton his jeans, taking my time and playing my fingers over his bulge, one button at a time. He’s commando!

I say “no shorts….I like that”…and we both chuckle. He’s so hard I barely have to help him out of his jeans.

I begin to run my fingertips around the head of his cock and down his shaft. Silky smooth yet hard and hot. I wrap my fist around him, squeezing ever so slightly and slide my hand up and down the length of him. I can feel him grow in the palm of my hand and I squeeze a little harder. I remove my hand and reach between my legs. I need to use some of my own juices to make it more comfortable for him…..I can tell he’s watching me cup myself because he starts breathing faster. I decide to have a little fun with him and even though I’m sensitive from the amazing orgasm he brought me to I slide my fingers inside myself.

I hear him growl and canlı casino siteleri smile to myself and say…”like that do you?”….he just growls again as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of my pussy….again and again….getting them good and wet. I finally stop fingering myself and notice he’s added his own little brand of lubricant to the mix as a large drop of pre-cum is just waiting for me on the tip of head.

I say out loud “I wish I could lick that off of you.” and he groans.

I bring my hand back to his cock and start working him. I glide my thumb over the head, smearing his pre-cum around and around. I make a ring out of my thumb and finger and pump it back and forth, just to the rim making sure to lightly drag my nail over that little nub of nerves just under the rim. Every time I do that I hear him gasp and he rocks his hips forward. I start sliding my hand up and down his shaft, spreading our combined juices all around him. He starts rocking his hips faster so I tighten my fist adding friction to the motion. He’s panting into the mic…..I want to bring him just to the very edge because I have other plans for this magnificent hard-on.

I say to him “tell me when you’re almost there….tell me.” He groans again, louder this time as I slide my other hand to the seam of his jeans and put pressure on his balls through his clothes.

He starts to moan and his cock begins to jump and he says “I’m almost there…..almost.”

I immediately let go of his raging hard-on hearing him let out a loud groan as I let the breeze wash over him, cooling him down just enough to back him off the edge.

I ask him “just how much control do you have of the bike?…Do you want to pull over?”

“No!…no let’s keep moving” he replys. I tell him to keep the bike steady and to keep his eyes on the road as I slowly slide my ass closer to him. I ask him to scoot his butt forward a bit, stretching his arms all the way. If he does this right, I can lift myself enough to mount him! I ask him if he’s ready and he barks out a yes!

“Patience” I say and laugh.

I begin to lift myself, pushing myself up and toward him…he realizes what I am trying to do and slides his crotch forward.

I slowly slide down him until he is all the way inside me “aahhhh….that’s perfect” he says.

“Not quite, but it will be” I say as I gently start to rock my hips forward and backward. I can’t make any big movements, everything has to be small and easy, we are, after all, on a moving motorcycle. Back and forth I rock, feeling him slide in and out of me. With this steady rythym it’s going to be a long time before he gets there.

All of sudden I hear him say “we’re running out of pavement.” I ask him if he wants me to stop or if he wants to pull over and he emphatically says “hell no!….this just means things are going to get more interesting!”

I ask why that is and he says cryptically “you’ll see….or should I say feel?” and chuckles.

He slows down and I can’t tell if the throbbing I am feeling in my pussy is from his cock or the low revving of the engine, regardless, it feels amazing! I can tell immediately when we have finally run out of pavement.

This road becomes very bumpy. I now understand his cryptic remark. With every dip in the road, his cock slides out of me and with every bump it slides back into me! I don’t even need to rock my hips anymore, the road is doing all the work. He begins to speed up just a little and his cock does the same…he begins to gently swerve the bike across the road and with each swerve his cock moves around inside me. He’s breathing heavy and giving the bike more gas. I can feel him getting close and start moving my hips just bit, making sure that with every bump he slides into me harder and harder. I grab his shoulders and dig my heels into the seat behind him, getting as much leverage as I can I start riding him hard….up and down…..up and down….his cock begins to move in and out of me….faster and faster.

He yells “hold on” and hits the gas, we are flying over the road, hitting every dip and every bump so fast and hard I’m bouncing up and down on his cock with lightening speed!

Up and down….up and down…..I hear him groaning…straining to fly over the edge……..suddenly he hits the brakes! The bike slams to a stop and I fall back onto the gas tank….he’s pumping his hips slamming his cock into my pussy…. he shouts and starts shooting his load into me….hot spurt after hot spurt….I feel each one and it sets me off and I cum with him! He’s still slamming into me as he rips off his helmet and then mine. He grabs me by the hair and starts kissing me with a frenzy! He grinds his hips against me as he grinds his mouth on mine! It seems to go on forever. He finally stops and looks at me. I breathlessly ask if the reality was as good as the fantasy.

He smiles crookedly and he replies “so much better…so, so much better…”

I can’t wait for the ride home!

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Julie sat back with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, waiting for her mother to finish in the kitchen. When she walked in with her own glass, Julie admired Madelaine. Shorter than her daughter, she still looked magnificent. Her huge firm breasts somehow didn’t make her look out of proportion, just well proportioned. As usual, she was dressed sexily, with a low cut tee shirt and short, tight skirt.

Madelaine worked in a small town in the English Midlands, in the local NHS Hospital.

“A lovely supper as usual mum. You know I can do it for you, when you spend all day at work.”

“Oh being a Dermatologist is hardly back breaking and I like to do it, you won’t be at home much longer.”

“OK, just offering, you look sensational as usual.”

“Why thankyou, I try to look my best.”

“With that cleavage, you don’t have to try hard. Do you ever have a conversation with a male patient or colleague, when they look you in the eye?”

“I know, but it makes them feel better, when I show these puppies off a bit. You’re Dad’s the worst you know.”

“Why did you two divorce, when you’re still crazy about each other?”

“Oh it’s not just about love or desire, we just couldn’t make it work, him a senior Surgeon, me a Dermatologist, in the same hospital.

Anyway, what about you? Your going to break some hearts soon.”

“Oh Mum.”

But it was true, like her Mother, Julie was pretty, not beautiful, dark blonde, taller, large breasts too, if not as sensational as her mothers. A nice curvy Ass, long legs, if a bit muscular. They were both, just sexy, desirable and fuckable.

What does it take to be sexy, how can you define that? Well beauty is great too, but it is daunting, a bit threatening. With Julie and Madelaine, they look as if they’re up for it. If you approached them, you might get a brush off, or get lucky. For both of them, that meant very lucky indeed. You would be in for a great night, you’d never forget. Julie in fact, was still a virgin. She’d just finished her last year at school and with luck, would be off to Oxford in October, to start a medical career. Yes, not much imagination, when both parents were Doctors, but at least she should know what she was letting herself in for.

In fact, luck wasn’t part of it, she worked hard and was clever. If not Oxford, she’d get into Bristol or Southampton, both good schools as well.

“Did you have a good time at your 18th party?” Madelaine asked.

“Yes of course I did and the present was great.”

“It’s only money.”

“But it’s what I wanted Mum. Uni is so expensive and a long course. I’m still going to need a Summer job to save some money.”

“Yes, but it’s boring. What would you have as a great present, tell me?”

“No, you don’t want to know.”

“I’m pretty hard to shock love.”

“OK then, well I’d like some good sex, I’m still a virgin you know.”

“No I didn’t know in fact. What a relationship?”

“No good, mind blowing, make the earth move, fucking. I’m just like you. Sex is going to be important to me, like it is for you. Oh yes I know that you like it and why not. You and Dad too, yes I know that as well.”

“You’re right, I love sex and making your Dad happy, why not?”

“No reason and I’m sure you make him very happy. He should get married again.”

“Oh he won’t, we’re still a bit lost in each other. Others too of course, not patients, too dangerous. But colleagues, some of the junior doctors, when they look at me in that horny way. Must keep the team happy.”

“Not sure I’ve read that in the Hippocratic Oath.”

“Oh don’t be prim and po faced.

But what about you, I’m not going to get in the way of your ambition, but the pill, care against infection, all that?”

“Yes Mum, I know all That, but thank for being understanding about it.”

“Whose the victim, sorry, lucky man, boy?”

“Oh something will turn up before I leave for uni.

Now when do your refugees from the Congo turn up, how many are there?”

Madelaine worked for a charity helping refugees and there wasn’t anywhere in the world needing help more than the DRC, Democratic Republic of Congo. It was none of those things, not a republic or democratic, but a bloody hell hole, where everyone killed and raped everyone else.

“Oh there’ll be five boys, sorry men, in their early twenties, all no family left, plus a couple who consider themselves responsible for them.”

“Expect we’ll have one boy at least, as usual.”

“Yes. he’ll be here in a few days. We’ve so much room un this house, it’ll be good for us.”

Yes, no problem Mum, I’ll help out shopping cooking and things. Anything you want done tomorrow?”

“No that’s fine, all in order, thanks.”

Next morning, Julie had breakfast with her Mum, who looked great as normal. A tight white blouse with at least one too many buttons undone and a short, tight. blue skirt. She was incorrigible.

“Meeting your Dad for coffee, anything you want to ask him?”

“No, no, just send my love and try and keep your clothes on if you can, casino oyna it is a hospital.”

“Don’t be cheeky to your ageing mother, creeping into her dotage.”

“Yeh, yeh, just keep a lid on that raging libido. You look sensational as usual, by the way.”

Madelaine kissed her daughter on the head and left for work. When she finished the committee meeting at 11.30, Dan , her ex husband was in her office, waiting for her and gave her a hug.

“Get your hands off me, lecherous old man.” And she pushed him away, playfully.

“Thanks for your help at the party and for paying for it.”

“Does that get me a little reward?” He grinned. Madelaine could see the swelling in his groin.

“Can’t an honest woman get a bit of peace, when she’s divorced. You did get the letter from the court?”

But she gave a big sigh and went over to lock the office door. Dan came up behind her and gripped her breasts.

“Get your hands off my Tits you brute. I’d have thought you’d have mauled them enough when we were married. Never left me alone did you?”

“Don’t recall a complaint,” He laughed and pulled her ass against an erection.

“Alright then, sex maniac, but it’ll have to be quick, I’ve got another meeting. But as I remember, you never did last long.”

He slapped her Ass hard, as she turned to kiss him and moan into his mouth. Why did her libido always let her down? She always wanted to be fucked.

Pushing away from him, she dropped her skirt and pushed her pants down. Madelaine hated the confinement of tights and wore stockings and suspenders as normal.

Squatting down, she pulled him towards her, by his trouser belt.

“Come to momma big boy, let me give you a kiss.” She pulled his trousers down hungrily and reached into his pants, stuffing his 7 inches into her mouth, sucking and licking hungrily.

“Oh you’ve got talent woman, always said you were wasted in medicine, should have been a whore. You’d have earned a lot more.”

He pulled her to her feet and bent her over the desk. She spread herself for him and he reached between her legs, to find the familiar flaps, dripping with juice. Pushing straight in, he sighed. Oh he’d never get tired of this woman, as he started the hard pounding they both needed. Familiar muscles gripped him a she started to pant and they both came together quickly, bodies in synch.

They lay there panting for while, as he stroked her Ass.

“Now get off me rapist, before I call security.”

He pulled her up and she dropped down to lick him clean, another familiar ritual.

As they were cleaning up, she said.

“Have you asked that pretty Scrub Nurse out yet, the one you always works with, the one who thinks you’re God? She should know you like I do, she’d change her tune.

Perhaps you’d stop bothering me then. I don’t have to do this you know. I didn’t see in the divorce settlement, must put out for husband, whenever he’s feeling horny, which is all the time.”

“Oh shut up, you love it, horny bitch.” He laughed back.

“Get out of my office, or I will call security” She laughed as she started to push him to the door and kissed him.

“Just so you can take advantage of a couple of strapping young guards, you’re insatiable.” And she slapped him as he left.

Meanwhile, Julie was sunbathing around the pool at home with a girlfriend from school. She intended to have a lazy Summer, around some light work, if she could find it. Perhaps the last quiet time before she started uni. It was a strict house rule, nobody swam alone, ever. She looked great in a chaste blue bikini, that still showed off the magnificent swell of her breasts and lovely cleavage. The other girl was pretty too, but took the odd, envious glance at her friend.

They were reading and chatting aimlessly about the future, what university would be like, boys. Every so often they jumped in for a few lengths, to cool down. Then Julie ran to the house, to make salad sandwiches and bought them back with cold beers. It was a delightful time to be living, mooching around, enjoying life, as life was beginning.

The rest of the week continued in the same way. On Friday, Baptiste, the refugee boy arrived and Julie settled him in to his room, before making him lunch. They talked about him, his life, his plans. He wanted to study too, as an engineer. He was 22, black of course, quite tall and she thought, good looking. He was respectful and good company. When Madelaine came home, Julie introduced them. Like all men, he was discreetly fascinated by her breasts, to the young girl’s annoyance. Why was her mother apparently, so irresistible to all men, of all ages, every time.

Her Mother was going away for Saturday night, she often visited friends at weekends. After supper, Julie took her to one side to talk.

“What do you think of Baptiste?”

“Oh he seems a nice young man, very calm, considerate, considering his awful life. His family, younger sister, hacked to death by machetes, in front of him.”

“How awful, poor man, I didn’t know. Well forget slot oyna it then.”

“Forget it then.

Forget, forget what?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, spit it out girl?”

“It’s just, well, as a man, what do you think?”

“Oh, you’ve found a victim. Well he’s fine, but you’ve known him for 6 hours.”

“Mum, he’s not a victim, I’m suggesting giving him a great opportunity. I’m not suggesting marriage, a relationship.”

“And I’m sure he’ll be forever grateful for British hospitality. On a practical note, condoms please. I’m sure he’s very respectable, but Congo is alive with HIV, OK?”

“Yes, OK mum.”

“Well enjoy yourself, I’m sure he will, lucky guy.”

Late next morning, Madelaine packed her small car and drove off, winking at her daughter. She was a member of a small select club of well off, fellow hedonists. The plan was to get to a large, secluded, country house about 80 miles away. She was to be the star attraction that night. When she arrived, the husband and wife owners, greeted her with a hug.

“Madelaine how are you? Feeling strong I hope, you are going to be in demand. Looking gorgeous as usual. I swear those Tits get bigger every time I see them. Now come in for lunch.”

After lunch, she went to her room, stripped off and put on a robe. Leaving the back of the house, she went to the pool, dropped the robe and dived naked into the pool. After a long, cooling swim, she jumped out and her hostess Anne, introduced to three new male arrivals.

“Adam, Paul, you know Madeline, but Andrew, I think you don’t.”

The latter shook her hand.

“Anne you don’t exaggerate, she’s stunning, what a body.”

With that, Andrew pulled her into an embrace and ran his hands over her Ass, up to her breasts. Grabbing her right breast, he started sucking hard and nibbling her nipple.

“Well good afternoon to you too,” Madelaine said, as she pushed her hand between them and grabbed his cock through his chinos.

“Mmmm she said, it is good to meet you, really. Now I must go and rest, get some beauty sleep, before this evening.

Back at home, Julie and Baptiste met at Breakfast.

“Plans for today?” She asked.

“Oh I might meet up with my friends and you?”

“I’ll read, sunbathe, swim.”

“Careful swimming alone.”

“You sound like my mother.” But secretly Julie hoped her sunbathing might keep him home, to watch her. She intended to make it worth his while. When she’d finished clearing up and getting ready for the pool, Julie crept upstairs and confirmed he was still there. He had a great view of the pool from there.

Returning downstairs, she went out of the house to the pool. Dropping her robe, Julie stood with her back to the house, quite naked, then knelt down and lent forward, to check the water. An enchanting view, she hoped. Jumping up, she dove into the water, to swim 20 quick lengths. When she got out, Julie spent sometime facing the house, drying herself, before lying down with a book.

If that didn’t get him downstairs, there was nothing else to be done, that would maintain her self respect. Fifteen minutes later, she heard his footsteps. When close by, he said,

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know, no costume, I’ll leave.”

As if, “Don’t worry it’s fine, I’m pretty respectable, join me.”

She was lying face down, if that counted as respectable. Baptiste lay down beside her, in swimming trunks, unable to avoid looking. She did look, well, fantastic. Quite big, but firm buttocks and muscular legs, both the result of middle distance running. resting on her elbows to read, the side of her breast was easy to see. But no, this was artless, innocent, she couldn’t mean anything by her display.

“Sorry if I’m disturbing you, I don’t usually wear a costume, the garden isn’t overlooked.” And she smiled.

“Oh no, please, you look wonderful, I mean I can’t see.” He was flustered.

“Wonderful, why thankyou, I think I’m too muscular, but thanks.”

“No, your, well, beautiful.”

“Beautiful, no but thankyou anyway.”

He lay gazing at her, unable to stop, unsure what to do, knowing what he was desperate to do, so he did it. Baptiste gently ran his hand down her back, onto her buttocks, then his finger between the buttocks, past her anus. Resting his hand, when she didn’t object, he ran his fingers between her thighs and felt the moisture. She twitched and he pulled away.

“No please, that feels so nice. Nobody has ever, well you know. It’s just so, well, it makes me tingle.”

He put his hand back and she spread her thighs a little. When he gently pushed a first finger inside, Julie moaned.

“Oooh, that’s, I didn’t know it would feel so, well I don’t know.”

“But I shouldn’t, I’m a guest, it insults your Mother.”

“Nonsense, you’re in England, I’m afraid English girls can be shameless, just grab what they want.”

“You want?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned a yes.

“Let me turn over.” And she did, before he could speak, she grabbed his hand, putting it on her breast.

“Oh my, don’t canlı casino siteleri stop please.” He was squeezing and rubbing her nipple.

She put her hand down his costume and it was his turn to groan, before he threw it off himself. She rubbed and stroked an erection for the first time, as he lay back, in heaven. Suddenly he groaned and she felt the fluid leaking between her fingers.

“Oh my,” So pleased at her power over him.

“I’m sorry, should not have, sorry.”

“No, No, it’s fine, really.”

They helped each other up and he gripped her to him, grasping her Ass, then kissed her hard. The buttocks felt so full, but the muscles were hard. Julie loved his groin pressing against hers and tried rolling her breasts over his chest.

Separating, they both jumped in the pool and swam. When they got out, she noted he was stiffening again and grasped his Cock, which quickly became erect. Pulling Baptiste over to the towel, she reached down for a condom and handed it to him, shyly. Grinning, he ripped it open and slid it on, she noted how it was done.

Julie lay down and pulled him down on top of her, his head to her breasts, to nuzzle and lick.

“They’re so beautiful.”

“No they’re too big.”

“How can they be too big, silly?” Then he sucked hard at her nipple and she gasped.

Desperate now, Julie spread her thighs and pulled him between them, helping to position him. Baptiste pushed gently, aware she was a virgin. Too slowly for her, she reached for his buttocks and pulled hard, letting out a joyous screech.

“Sorry, sorry,” He whispered.

“It feels wonderful, so please you know, move in and out.”

He did, first gently, then a little deeper and harder, till she came quickly.

“Oh I didn’t know, it’s.” Then she gripped his head and kissed him.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop, ever,” As she swiftly rose to a second orgasm. Vaginal tightening pushed him over the edge. She’s got muscles there he thought, as she gripped him hard.

They collapsed laughing and panting in each others arms.

“I didn’t know it was so wonderful, for me and to see your pleasure. To know I made you so happy.

Have you, you know before?”

“Yes, in the camps, but for warmth and human contact, no pleasure really. But this.”

“It was good for you too?”

“Don’t be silly, you know it was wonderful and the first time for you, such a beautiful women. what a privilege to be the first.”

“You charmer, bet you say that to all the girls.” And slapped him playfully.

“It was so good too, to get it done, you know, first time. It felt, I didn’t know , not what I was expecting, but in a very good way.

I’ll get some coffee and cake, got to keep your strength up. You are going to be very busy till you go.”

With that, she got up and ran to the house, whilst Baptiste watched her swaying buttocks, entranced. When she came back, they just chatted, relaxed now.

“You can move to my room,” She suggested.

“No, no, that would be very insulting to your mother.”

“Oh she’s OK, but if that’s what you want, I’m going to keep you very busy, when she’s working. Not a word to anyone, needless to say, especially your friends, OK?”

“Yes of course, obviously.”

“Well I’ve got stuff to do in town. I’ll see you when I get back, be prepared.”

She left to dress and he stayed by the pool, deep in thought.

Meanwhile, back at the house party, Madelaine felt a hand stroking her Ass.

“Don’t know who that is, but don’t stop, Mmmm.”

“It’s me hon, you want to think about getting ready?” It was her hostess.

“OK, no peace for the wicked.” And she got up to run a bath.

“Madelaine, your girl must be finishing school. Where does she want to go to Uni?”

“Oh medicine at Oxford, if she can.”

“Must be a smart girl.”

“Oh yes, smarter than me or her Dad. Now leave me in peace, Ill be down soon.”

When she jumped out, Madeline creamed her skin, threw on some perfume and a transparent white shift dress, nothing else. On reaching the reception room, she took a glass of champagne and moved around, hugging the guests, who took full advantage of her undress, both sexes.

There was a pleasant buffet supper, that Madeline dug into, whilst chatting. Then came the urgent pulling at her elbow, as one of the ladies pushed her to her knees in front of an elderly husband, to suck on his wrinkled prick. He came quickly in her mouth and she smiled sweetly, before standing and moving on.

To be honest, this was all becoming repetitive and tedious, the same people, the same joyless sex, what for? Her own daughter had a better idea, follow your own desires, not obey someone else’s. She would not come again and that was that. Meanwhile, she performed her duties.

Back home. Julie and Baptiste were lying naked in each others arms, in front of the TV. They watched only half heartedly, wrapped up in each other instead. She learned of his awful life in Congo and he of Julie’s school and ambitions. She got up and prepared them both a simple supper of Spaghetti, with prawns and tomatoes.

They washed up and went to bed early, perhaps their only night together, when Madelaine was not at home. Making slow lazy love to each other, twice more before falling asleep.

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The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

This story was specifically written as a fan request for Chris.

* * * * *

Cindy had been a very little girl when her mother left. She couldn’t understand it when it happened, and she still couldn’t understand it years later when she was eighteen. If anything, it made even less sense now. Her “Daddy,” as she still thought of him, was a god. He was a coach at her high school, and he coached both the boys and girls basketball teams. He had coached her older brothers’ soccer teams and even hers for two years.

He was an excellent coach, by all accounts. He was also an imposing physical specimen, well over six feet tall and with tremendous muscle and balance. In his younger days, long before he had kids, he had been an accomplished athlete. Cindy had heard whispers that he could have been a professional athlete if her mother hadn’t “dragged him down.” She was very young when she heard that, and didn’t know what it meant at the time. She kept picturing her father trying to swim while her mother grabbed his feet and pulled him underwater.

Cindy had three older brothers, all of whom had been successful athletes from an early age. She had watched her father and brothers for years and envied the special bond they shared. It always felt like she was left out of it to some extent. Being the only girl in her family felt like a curse.

When she was twelve years old and had to get her first bra, she felt terrible about it. Her father had been so embarrassed to take her shopping for it, and had looked completely out of place in the young girls’ underwear section of the store. She had no idea how excited other girls were to get their first bra—for her it had been a traumatic experience rather than a rite of passage. As her burgeoning bosom expanded over the next six years, she hated to even ask him to take her shopping. He even looked embarrassed when she quietly told him she needed to buy a larger size of bra.

Her big tits felt like a curse in another way. They completely got in her way when she tried to play sports, and being that top-heavy threw off her balance. For three years she tried to get sports bras that kept them pressed flat against her chest, but by her sophomore year of high school that was no longer an option. Her tits were just too big to allow it. It had also become downright painful. She had thick, thumb-sized nipples that were very sensitive, and the soft skin of her breasts always felt crushed beneath such tight restraint. They throbbed and ached for nearly an hour every time she finally peeled off the sweat-soaked sports bra.

* * *

Because her brothers were such excellent athletes, they were recruited by major universities all over the country. By the time Cindy was in her junior year of high school, her brothers were all hundreds or thousands of miles away, spread out across the country. All three got married very young, and they were having kids of their own. They were so busy with their own young families that they almost never came home to visit.

Her father decided to sell their house, since they didn’t need all that space. That decision turned out to be very fortuitous; they managed to sell it for a lot of money just before the housing market collapsed. As a result, they shared a very nice apartment and had enough money that they could travel during the summers to visit her brothers and their families.

The only downside to those visits was that it served to emphasize for her how much her father loved her brothers more than he loved her. At least, that was how she saw it. They always laughed and joked and had more fun together than she and her Daddy did. She never complained about it, “knowing” it was just part of her “curse” of being born a woman.

Eric, her father, never saw it that way. He loved his little girl dearly, and his sons had certainly seen the way he doted on her when she was little and they still lived at home. Like so many dads, he had a tough time picturing his daughter as anything other than that precious little girl who had lit up his world when she laughed and bounced on his knee.

Now he was increasingly uncomfortable around his daughter, but only because he felt out of his depth. She had blossomed into a lovely young woman at such an early age, and he wasn’t ready for it when it happened. At least, that was what he told himself. It hadn’t been an issue when other high school girls in his classes and on his teams had the same issues, but that had been his job. He had taken it in stride and done his best not to embarrass those girls.

When it was suddenly his own daughter, he felt awkward all the time, and he struggled to handle it. He had never been awkward before in his life. When Cindy told him she was going to quit playing casino oyna basketball after her sophomore year, he was completely flabbergasted.

“Pumpkin, why would you do that? You’re one of the best players on the team!”

She blushed furiously and looked down at the floor. “It’s…” She gathered her strength and looked up at him, forcing her mouth to make the words. “My tits are just too big. They seriously get in the way. I turned the ball over twice in our last game because my arm caught my boob—” she swung her arm around in an arc and he saw her bicep catch on the swell of her breast. “Just like this.”

His eyes were wide for a long, silent moment. Nothing in his life had prepared him to deal with this. Finally he swallowed heavily and said, “Okay, Pumpkin. I’m sorry.”

It made him miserable because there was not a damned thing he could do. He had always been a man of action, the coach, the man with a plan. Now he felt helpless and it just killed him. He loved his little girl dearly and never wanted to see her hurt. Cindy saw the sad look on his face and once again felt like she had disappointed her father. She managed to keep it together until she retreated to her bedroom, but then she buried her face in her pillow and cried her eyes out.

After that, neither of them wanted to broach the subject again.

* * *

For most of the next year, Cindy just felt worse and worse. Her father became increasingly distant. She couldn’t even talk to him about sports anymore. He would try to hold that conversation for a minute or so, but then he would invariably find a reason to walk away and do something else. She wondered if she was just too stupid for him to talk to. It really bothered her because she thought she had a decent understanding of the sports they watched.

Her grades in school were good. It was only because she held her father in such high regard and knew he was something of a genius when it came to sports that she assumed he was out of her league.

The “problem” was her incredible tits.

Cindy had worn tight t-shirts her whole life. Those had been her uniform shirts, what she wore to school, and what she wore to play when she still competed on the playground. She wore less revealing tops by the time she reached high school, but as soon as she got home she would peel off her blouse or pullover, unhook her uncomfortable bra, and put on one of her soft, comfortable t-shirts. They made her breasts impossible for her father to ignore.

The constraining bras Cindy bought for herself dug into the soft flesh of her breasts all through the school day, often leaving angry red welts. She usually came out of her bedroom still massaging her breasts and trying to work away those stubborn creases in her skin. Her sensitive nipples always responded to that stimulation and stood out proudly from her chest for hours afterward. She was genuinely unaware of the lewd display she was putting on for her father.

Once again, Eric found himself in a situation he was not equipped to handle. He could not figure out how to broach the subject with his daughter without making it seem like he had been checking her out. He considered asking his longtime girlfriend what he should do about it, but quickly dismissed that idea. He could just picture how that would go. “Hey, Tessa, my daughter has these huge, mouth-watering boobs and she insists on wearing tight t-shirts around the house with no bra. What should I do about it?” She would call him a pervert and dump him.

He invited Tessa over to their apartment less often; worried that she would see Cindy dressed like that. It wasn’t what led to them breaking up, but it certainly didn’t help. Tessa wound up taking a promotion in a different state and moving away. Eric didn’t really try to find another girlfriend after that.

* * *

Late in her junior year of high school, Cindy finally had that “eureka!” moment that would change her life.

Most of her friends had been boys when she was younger. She was so competitive in sports that they offered her a better challenge. Plus, growing up with three older brothers had made her something of a tomboy. Only a handful of really athletic girls shared her competitive drive the way young boys did. Over time, and particularly after her breasts started growing, those boys just seemed to change. They were simply not friends anymore, and she couldn’t figure out what had happened.

She had fewer and fewer friends as high school went on. Other girls seemed to dislike her for no apparent reason. She was once accused of trying to steal some girl’s boyfriend. It came out of nowhere—she didn’t know either of them. Cindy did the best she could, and she tried to be nice to everyone, but she was becoming a loner by the time she hit the eleventh grade.

Then one day, that magical moment: She was sitting in English class, bored out of her mind, when she glanced over to find someone looking at her. His name was Harry, but he had been called Hank his slot oyna entire life. They had been friends years earlier. Hank was staring at her tits. He looked terribly embarrassed to be caught looking, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Cindy gasped when she noticed his straining erection in his lap. She wouldn’t even have noticed if he hadn’t tried so hard to hide it. Her teacher looked at her and asked if she was okay. Her mind worked rapidly as she processed not only what Hank had done, but dozens of little things she hadn’t put together in her mind until that moment. She smiled sweetly at her teacher.

“Never better,” she replied.

* * *

Being a girl with delicate looks and big boobs had felt like a curse for so long, it was difficult to accept her newfound power from those very same qualities. It was shocking for her to discover how easy it was for her to captivate young men with a smile and a subtle shrug. Her Daddy didn’t complain when she asked him for money for a new wardrobe. She was accustomed to doing her own clothes shopping by then.

For his part, Eric was relieved when she asked him. He assumed that she was going to buy some larger t-shirts and less revealing clothes. It stunned him when he saw her dressed for school in her new outfits. The new clothes she wore to school only showcased her assets. Worse, he realized her big boobs weren’t her only mouth-watering quality. His daughter’s spectacular ass drew stares from students and teachers alike when she wore her new form-fitting outfits to school.

It took all his self-control for him not to stare at his own daughter at school, when she was wearing a bra. At home, he had no chance. Again and again, he caught himself staring at her sexy body and was disgusted with himself.

When Cindy started dating, she was around the apartment less often. That was a relief to Eric. When he was home alone he could relax and let his guard down. He didn’t know she was usually out with guys. She was eighteen, and he didn’t pry into her social life since she was now an adult. What he didn’t know was that while he was home alone relaxing, his gorgeous, busty daughter was learning the intimate ins and outs of dating.

It gave her such a thrill to turn a guy into a quivering mass of gratitude like that. It felt amazing to feel a hard cock erupting inside her, once she was on the pill. Cindy wasn’t a slut; she didn’t sleep with every guy she could and she never tried to steal another girl’s boyfriend. It was enough for her to know she could do it.

Several months after she turned eighteen, she realized her new-found “superpowers” even worked on her own Daddy. That moment was a revelation that shook her to the core.

* * *

Eric had really been struggling ever since the weather turned warm. After they got home from school each day, Cindy started stripping off her school clothes as soon as they were inside the front door. She seemed oblivious that her father could see her as she pulled her snug top over her head and unfastened her bra en route to her bedroom. Her breasts had gotten even bigger her senior year, but she hadn’t bothered to buy new t-shirts to wear around the house. It made those shirts seem even smaller and more transparent as they were stretched across her chest.

What made it worse was that since the weather had turned warm, Cindy had stopped wearing pants or shorts when they were home. She was only wearing panties, and some of those were downright tiny. Most of her t-shirts were long enough that he only saw her panties when she bent over or stretched out on the couch. Those shapely curves seemed to draw his attention all the time. His iron self-control was the only thing that kept her from noticing earlier.

When she finally caught him looking, he didn’t even know he had been caught.

Cindy was bending over in the living room to pick up a piece of paper that had been knocked off of the coffee table. She had just turned off the television, and she saw her father’s reflection in the screen. He stared at her ass for just a second, and then he sucked in a breath, turned, and walked to his bedroom. It was so quick that afterward Cindy wasn’t sure she had even seen it.

Over the course of the evening, she started subtly teasing her Daddy the way she had the boys and some of the male teachers in the school. She had to admit he was really good at keeping his glances discreet, but he was definitely looking. It was so exciting that it made her nipples noticeably harder. He certainly noticed.

It wasn’t the same as the reactions the boys in her school had—he wasn’t getting an obvious hard-on and stuttering as he asked her out on a date. Still, it turned her on something fierce to know that her perfect Daddy wasn’t immune to her charms. It was like finding out you had some sort of hold on a superhero, like Superman or Captain America.

For his part, Eric had been so intent on not getting caught looking at his daughter inappropriately that he never canlı casino siteleri noticed the way she looked at him. As much as her tight t-shirts bothered him, he was oblivious to the fact that he usually wore t-shirts or tank tops that showed off his muscular chest and shoulders. It just never occurred to him that his tight shirts would have the same effect on her—that seeing his bulging chest muscles would turn her on. He had a regular workout regimen that he maintained daily, and his daughter often saw him right after he returned from the gym—still glistening with sweat and with his muscles bulging.

Now that she had become sexually active, seeing her father like that got her wet every time.

It still took three weeks after she had first caught him looking before Cindy realized that she actually wanted something to happen between them. The catalyst for that change was simple enough. She saw her father naked in the shower. Once again, Eric was unaware of the moment when it happened.

He was in the shower, washing his hair and he had his eyes closed. He didn’t hear the door open when his daughter came in. Normally she wouldn’t have, but she desperately needed to pee. She thought she could just sneak in and use the toilet, as long as she didn’t flush it afterwards, and he wouldn’t know. She was right. However, while she was sitting there trying to take a quiet piss, she realized she could see into the shower through that gap in the end of the shower curtain.

Her father’s body was the embodiment of male perfection with that hot water cascading over him. What she couldn’t quite believe was how well-endowed he was. That long, thick shaft hung down in front of him in the shower and it made her mouth water. She finished peeing quickly and got out of the bathroom without him even realizing she had been there, but the damage had been done. Cindy couldn’t get the image of her Daddy’s naked body and magnificent cock out of her mind.

* * *

At the time, Cindy was seeing two high school seniors on a casual basis. They were both athletes, and were aware she wasn’t their “girlfriend.” They appreciated the time she spent with them, and loved how horny she became after she had seen her father in the shower. They didn’t know that was what had happened, of course. Nor did they understand how badly they suffered by comparison. Her father was bigger and more impressive in every regard.

Cindy loved taking their hard cocks in her mouth or in her pussy, but what was increasingly getting her off was the thought of taking her father’s impressive member. She started thinking of it as her “daddy-cock” and it fueled her desire more and more.

Eric thought it was a bit odd that she started calling him “daddy.” She had done it when she was younger, but suddenly she was using it all the time. The fact that she also spoke to him in a slightly higher-pitched voice barely registered at first. He was so accustomed to trying hard not to pay too close attention to his voluptuous daughter that it took him a while to figure out it was happening. By then, it was how she addressed him all the time.

It was also subtle when she started touching him and brushing against him more often. He noticed immediately the first time she came up behind him in the kitchen and hugged him tightly. The way her breasts mashed against him was unmistakable. He was pleased to see her smiling face, and he tried to ignore the way his dick stiffened in his shorts whenever she did that.

Cindy was delighted to see it. She understood, though, that her father refused to admit she was turning him on. That only made it more enticing for her. Daddy was the ultimate forbidden fruit, and she was determined to have a taste.

That taste started with kisses.

Eric had a tough time putting his finger on the moment it started, but Cindy started giving him kisses on the lips more and more often. It made him happy to see her happy, and her beautiful smile was a joy to behold. He certainly didn’t mind hugging her, and he tried to ignore how nice it felt when her breasts mashed against him. When she smiled and said, “I love you, Daddy,” it felt perfectly natural to share a quick smooch.

Those brief pecks on the lips gradually became soft, lingering kisses. When Cindy first slid onto his lap facing him and gave him a kiss, it was brief and he loved the way she smiled down at him before she got up and went to bed. He welcomed it when she did it again the next night, and sighed happily when he watched her walk away. He only felt dirty when he realized he was staring at her sexy little bottom.

Those nightly kisses got longer and longer, and Eric felt guilty when he felt his dick hardening beneath his daughter’s hot, panty-clad crotch. It shocked him when she slid her tongue into his mouth. He pulled his head back and finally managed to say something.

“Pumpkin, that’s not appropriate,” he chided her softly.

“Oh,” she replied, blinking her huge eyes at him. “Okay, Daddy.”

There were a handful of times when he felt her tongue brush his lips after that, but he kept his lips tightly together and broke off the kiss with a quick peck each time. She managed to contain her frustration and smiled at him lovingly instead.

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