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Megan woke up the next morning aching, but smiling. She almost couldn’t believe what she had done, it didn’t seem real. She stayed in bed a while cuddled up in her blanket, wondering how to go about her day after a night like that. She finally got out of bed and found Justin in the kitchen making breakfast. She was just so lucky to have a guy who would give her a night like that, but still do the romantic and domestic things to care for her as well. She walked up behind him and hugged him while he fried bacon. She kissed the back of his neck and reached down his front to feel his rock-hard cock.

“Did you have fun?” he growled sleepily.

“Maybe too much fun,” she teased, “might make a habit of it.”

At that comment, she felt his cock twitch and harden even more. She could not believe how freaky he was. She had never thought he’d be aroused by the thought of doing this regularly. She thought maybe he’d be full of regret and profusely apologising for how she was treated. He usually did, anytime after they did something even mildly kinky. He clearly enjoyed himself when he stopped holding back, but almost always felt ashamed after, which was silly. She needed it, she wanted to be used and fucked. Only now did she know that she liked to be shared too. She enjoyed those men and their bodies, but loved Justin for giving her to them. They were irrelevant, inconsequential, she enjoyed being given, like a toy for their pleasure and she enjoyed that it gave him pleasure. That’s how she felt about the men from last night, J was another matter.

After quite a pause, Justin asked, “Do you really want to? The guys from last night are free and eager to do it again tonight, or J knows a few other reliable guys if you want to change it up.”

She was just amazed. What could J not do? “I don’t know.”, she feigned, “I’d have to think about it.” She didn’t want to seem too eager, in case Justin was a little jealous, but in truth she did want to do it again. Maybe not as soon as that night, but she didn’t want to take too long either and risk Justin or J losing their enthusiasm. She actually regretted that all she had done was suck their cocks. None of them were actually in her and she kinda wanted that. It wasn’t really a gangbang if she just sucked them all off. She knew she could let them do so much more with her body.

“Go talk to J about it, she’s in the shower.” Justin told her.

Megan let out a squeal and hugged Justin tightly before running to the bathroom. J looked magnificent in the shower, water cascading down her perky breasts, her ample, sensuous hips shining wet. When she turned and saw Megan, she blew her a kiss and winked at her. Megan joined her in the shower and immediately volunteered herself to help her soap up. They didn’t say a word to each other, they only rubbed their wet soapy bodies together and stared into each other’s eyes with fierce intent. After what seemed a long time, J reached down and teased Megan’s clit with her finger, smirking. After last night she couldn’t believe how ready she was to go again and she got weak in the knees. J stopped and let Megan regain her senses. When she was ready Megan leaned in and kissed J, who then whispered to her, “I know what you need, you nasty fuckslut.”

Later that day, she waited in eager anticipation for what Justin and J had planned for her. She had let J know that she was okay with trying different guys than last night, but didn’t know who or how many there would be. Megan had a few hints about what would happen. J had inserted a butt-plug, larger than the one from last night, into Megan’s ass after breakfast. She supposed that was something she’d have to get used to, being constantly ready for anal. While Justin went to work, J kept Megan busy. J had her on her knees eating her out while she watched porn for most of the day. Megan could hear some of what J was watching illegal bahis and got pretty excited. It sounded like interracial gangbang porn and Megan began wondering. She had never had a black cock before and assumed that if things continued in the direction they were going, she’d have a few eventually.

Megan really wanted to check in with Justin to see if he was still okay with all of this. But he was gone; there was only J and she seemed content with Megan as her fuck-toy pet. Megan did enjoy it, but she also loved Justin and didn’t want things to get too out of control. She wasn’t sure if this was still his fantasy or if J was just sort of taking over. J must have been anticipating this. When she grew bored with Megan’s tongue, she got up and told Megan to listen to her for a minute. “We’re going to get started in about half an hour, you’re probably wondering what I’ve got planned.”

“Are we going to start without Justin?” Megan asked, a little concerned.

“Yes, you’re mine to play with tonight, but we’ll let him know what’s happening and take a few pictures for him. I want him to know that our little slut is working hard.” She replied, “That’s what you are, you know that, right? That’s all you’re good for, is fucking, I want you to say it.”

Megan felt a rush of excitement, her doubts were fading and she was aroused by the whole arrangement again. “I’m a slut. . . ” She whispered.

“Come here!” J growled seductively, “You can do better than that.” She said as she bent Megan over her knee.

Megan was squirming with anticipation, knowing what came next. J leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I want to hear you yell it, I want to hear you say what you’re willing to do for cock.”

“Anything!” She shouted as J’s hand came down on her ass with a loud smack, “I’ll do anything, I’m a slut, I need to get fucked!!”

“Now,” J grinned, “we’re going to tell Justin what you’re going to do tonight.”

She put Megan on the ground and spread her legs so that the butt-plug was visible. She snapped a quick picture and sent it to Justin. Then J stopped and thought for a while. She left for a minute and came back with a very big black veiny dildo. It was about as big around as J’s wrist and at least 10 inches long and Megan was afraid that J was going to put it in her right now. Instead she just set it down in front of Megan, in between her still spread legs. She snapped another picture and sent it to Justin.

There was a knock at the door, Megan’s heart leaped in her chest and J’s eyes lit up. She looked at Megan mischievously and went to answer the door. She came back moments later with three very large, well-muscled black men. Megan loved Justin, but she could also see the bulge of these men’s cocks through their pants and . . . Oh! She was so ready to be a slut for those. J got her to her feet and lead her to the bedroom, threw her down on the bed and called Justin.

“Your girlfriend is about to get gangbanged by black guys in the bed you share with her.” She told him.

Megan could not believe what was happening. She was actually going to do this and she couldn’t be happier.

J put the phone to Megan’s ear and said “Say hi to your boyfriend. Tell him you’re going to get dp’d by black cocks.”

Overwhelmed by arousal, Megan meekly consented. “Hi honey. I’m face down on the bed with a big butt-plug in me and my pussy is wet as fuck. There’s three big black dicks waiting to take turns with my holes and I just want you to know I love you.”

“Are they going to cum inside you?” he asked,” You never let me cum inside you. . . “

Megan looked at J and asked, “Do you want them to cum in my pussy?”

J looked at her mockingly and replied simply, “Your ass too, bitch.”

Megan told Justin, “They’re going to fill me up with cum. . . in all my holes. I’ll swallow it too. I hope you’re illegal bahis siteleri okay with this.”

He hung up.

Before Megan could react, J pulled out her butt-plug and told the guys to get started. They had all gotten naked while she was on the phone and they were so hard and ready to go. One of them grabbed Megan by the hair and dragged her head to the edge of the bed and plopped his fat, throbbing cock on her face. She struggled to either lick it or get her lips around it. Meanwhile J was lubing up the one guy’s cock and grinning at Megan. Their cocks were so huge! The one laying on her face was about 11 inches and as big around as a pop can. She settled for just sucking on his balls, but he wanted more. He grabbed her by the throat and forced the tip of his cock into her mouth. She only had a moment to catch her breath before he forced it all the way down her throat and began fucking her mouth furiously. It was painful and would have been humiliating if it weren’t also so fucking exciting.

She knew that these men were going to use her until she was sore and passed out from exhaustion, but she didn’t care. There was something thrilling about it. She felt a little bad for Justin, but. . . She was also turned on a bit by how upset he might be. She could tell from that phone call that things were beyond his control now. She enjoyed not being in control, but also knew that Justin could never give her what J and these men did. When it all started yesterday, she was turned on by how he took charge and organized the event because he wanted to see it, it was to satisfy his desire. Now, however, she was J’s creature and she liked it that way. She knew that as soon as one of these big, black cocks was in her, she wouldn’t feel bad for Justin at all, she may actually revel in his humiliation and mute outrage. She wanted to give herself fully to these men and she knew that they would claim her and use her in a way nobody ever had.

When the man in her mouth finally pulled out and came, it gushed out of her mouth and ran down her cheeks and all over her face. She wiped away just enough cum so that she could see. That’s when she knew what to ask for.

“J, take a picture of this,” she yelled, “and send it to Justin.”

J was a step ahead of her, she had recorded the whole thing with sound and was already sending it to Justin. But the guys were getting impatient. One of them lay down on the bed and the one that just fucked her face picked her up and put her on top of him. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She looked down and took a deep breath before lowering herself down onto that giant cock. She almost pulled away when the tip went in, but the man grabbed her waist and pulled her down on the whole thing. She shuddered and screamed. J immediately covered her mouth and whispered, “Hey, this is what you’re made for, you live for this now. You’re not just any slut anymore, you’re a black cock slut and you will take it without complaint. By the time Justin gets here, you’ll be taking these two at a time and barely even wincing.”

Megan liked the sound of that. She wanted to experience that; two throbbing black cocks inside her. She also wanted Justin to see her like that. She wanted him to know that this is who she was now. She wanted him to see what she was and accept her for it. This would be her life now, but she wanted him in it. She liked the thought that she would live this life with J organizing kinky sex adventures for her, but still have warm, tender, honest, loving Justin. It would be so liberating to know that she could have fun and live out this deep essential part of herself and still have someone to sleep beside and grow old with. In the midst of this oddly romantic thought, she felt a finger applying lube to her asshole. She was ecstatic, she wanted this so bad. This was going to be the real thing, like canlı bahis siteleri last night with Justin and J and the strap-on, but so much better.

She looked behind her and saw J smiling at her and smearing lube all around her ass. She was already pretty stretched out from wearing the butt-plug all day, but taking one of these cocks would be a bit more challenging. When the lube was dripping from her oh-so-ready fuckhole, J leaned over to Meg’s ear and whispered, “You’re welcome, I know you’re gonna love this, you fucking slut.”

Before he even put the cock in her ass, she came, just thinking about it. She was already in the throes of an intense orgasm when he thrust it into her. She could feel both cocks pumping in and out of her throbbing as they went while she sweated and moaned. She honestly hoped they were enjoying it, they barely even grunted as they ruthlessly pounded her. She supposed they did stuff like this before and she was an unremarkable piece of meat to them. She realized that she knew nothing about these guys. She then realized that they weren’t wearing condoms. She couldn’t remember the last time she fucked without condoms. She had told Justin that they’d fill her full of cum, but now it was about to actually happen, it wasn’t just a tease or taunt. However she trusted J, oddly enough and she was on birth control after all.

She was too dazed to tell the men apart, but she was pretty sure the dick in her ass was the same one that had came on her face earlier. At about this time the third man appeared in front of her face. He waggled his cock in front of her face to get her attention. She tried to rock forward enough to get it in her mouth, but he stepped back and growled, “Beg for it, bitch!” before slapping her across the face with it.

She wanted it so bad, she wanted to please these men, they didn’t seem impressed so far and she craved their attention. She looked him in the eyes. “Please,” she whimpered, her makeup running from sweat and tears, “Fuck my face. I want to swallow your cum.”

She had never imagined saying that before. She had swallowed cum before, but never craved it like she did now. She never would have said that to Justin and she wasn’t even ashamed of that. These men deserved it, their cocks deserved devotion and respect not only because of their size, but because the men on the other end of them could put her in her place. They made it clear that she was just for fucking and that they didn’t have to impress her. They knew that she would beg for it, that she needed and wanted them. They gave her what she really needed, not because they cared, but because what she needed was to be used, roughed up, maybe disrespected a little.

The firm grip he had on her hair as he thrust in and out of her sore throat was just what she needed. She could feel the bulging veins of his cock on her tongue and she could taste the precum on her lips. Finally it seemed as if the man in her pussy was about to cum. With perfect timing, the man in her ass stopped pumping while the man in her pussy quickened his pace and gripped her hips tighter. The man in her mouth let go and stepped back. Her tired neck let her head fall forward. The man in her pussy finally came and she could feel it. He came hard and there was a lot of it, deep, so deep inside her. The man in her ass grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head up and came in her ass with a deep thrust. That too, she could feel, but not like the other one, this felt deeper, dirtier, hotter. They both pulled out, letting her slump to the floor beside the bed. She was wondering what was going o happen next or if she might pass out. The man who had been in her mouth picked her up and positioned her so that her head was on the floor and her ass was in the air resting against the bed. He didn’t put his dick in, though. He just stuck a finger in, stretched her out a bit, then stroked his cock until he came. He dumped it all in her gaping asshole.

Upside down, dizzy and full of strangers cum, she noticed something. Sometime in the last few minutes, Justin had come home. He was standing by the bedroom door, watching.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Some of my stories are complete fiction, others are based on stories told me by others as true experiences, but this one is a story that actually happened to me. The personalities are accurately portrayed to the best of my ability. I’ve added a little kink to make it more interesting for me and hopefully for you the reader, but fundamentally it was real and happened.

Boy, was I a basket case. I had tried clumsily to kill myself over a girl whom I was mildly obsessed with. It was just short of stalker on my part, but I didn’t let myself take it that far. I gave her space, and we stayed friends. Heather, another American in my college exchange program, had a boyfriend and did have feelings for me, but it never got beyond making out. I was a virgin and 21.

It was the summer of 1986, and I had finished my year abroad. Heather was gone, so I decided to do a week of traveling before I ambled my way back to Heathrow and a return home. Because I had some Scottish heritage, Edinburgh was at the top of my itinerary. After I arrived on the train, I stowed my bag in a station locker and went in search of hotel, hopefully nearby. I consulted a tourism kiosk, selected a hotel that sounded reasonably priced for my student budget, grabbed a quick lunch, retrieved my bag and took a cab to the Glenora Hotel, which was near the big park and a couple of miles from the castle.

The middle-aged lady running the place told me two rooms were available. I paid her and went up. To put it nicely, the place was a bit “careworn” at the time, but it looked clean and at 21 and being on a budget it would do … until. I discovered the door would not lock, so I went down politely to complain. The manager and I went up to look at it. She told me gently the other room already was taken and I would have to lump it. By this time, we were back at the desk and the woman who had taken the other room was handing in her key. It was Morag. She overheard the tail end of our conversation and offered to let me keep my bag in her room. The manager thanked her and asked if that would be OK. I was pretty poor and I had nothing but clothes and toiletries so I decided to risk it for the piece of mind. The manager promised to let me in to get it later if I needed to.

Morag was a tan, well-built woman a few inches shorter than my five-nine. She had curly, dirty blonde hair and a great smile. I would guess she was about 30. We exchanged pleasantries and information about what we planned to see. I mentioned the park and castle.

What is a shame now is I remember almost nothing I did in Edinburgh. I know I never made it to the castle, and I think I did an Underground Edinburgh tour but I can’t say for certain. I did cool off in the park in the shade at some point. I must have grabbed dinner somewhere, gone back and gone to bed early.

I do remember breakfast in the morning. UK food is famously bad, but the British and Scottish do a pretty decent breakfast in my book. I was seated alone at a small table in the hotel dining room. Morag took a seat at the small table near me. We chatted, and I think we spent the day together after that, saw the sites and finished up with dinner at a nice Indian restaurant. We hit it off and I discovered she was Canadian and engaged to be married to a British doctor she had met while she was working as a nurse and he was doing a fellowship in Winnipeg where she lived. When I heard that I abandoned all hope we would be a romantic pair. Maybe that’s why we got along. I didn’t awkwardly make a play, and I am sure at that time in my life it would have been awkward.

After dinner, we bought a couple of bottles of wine in a place on the way to the hotel and she invited me back to her room. It was the last night in Edinburgh for both of us, and innocently I thought nothing of the invitation other than we both were hungry for simple companionship, I thought.

At this point, I should paint the full picture. I was pretty damn cute at 21. No, I wasn’t an athletic type. I was more of what some folks might term a ‘twink’ today. I was slender but not skinny, my hair was a dark brown and I was told I had great eyes and, oddly enough, legs.

I remember sitting on the floor with Morag and getting progressively drunk. Looking back, I think Morag stayed deliberately bahis firmaları one or two drinks behind me the whole time. She talked about her fiance, and once I was under the influence, I talked about Heather and her lousy boyfriend Philip. Despite being shy about sex, I was a pretty good conversationalist even then, and the wine sure helped.

“You sure are cute,” she said right before she leaned over and kissed me. I was surprised and she laughed gently at my face when she pulled back. “Oh, come on. Surely you’ve been kissed.”

“Yeah, Heather and I kissed, but we never did anything more,” I mumbled. “I’m a virgin.”

Now, it was her turn to express shock.

“Wow, really?” I was terrified she was about to mock me for that, but she didn’t. Instead, she said, “That’s a relief” with a big, bright smile.

At the time, the statement just impacted on the surface. Later, I realized what that meant in the AIDS era. It meant I was safe sex. Morag was a nurse so I am sure she knew all the risks otherwise. Being a virgin was a major plus for me and at any other time, it might have been a negative.

With that same smile, she pulled her top and bra off in one motion and threw both on top of her suitcase in the corner. Her breasts were quite enticing, not huge but very well shaped with half-dollar size nipples. Morag had a full body tan. I was sitting on my ass with my legs tucked to the side. She lowered a nipple to my lips, and I acted on instinct, licking and then sucking one then the other.

She sighed saying, “That feels so good, Bob. So good. … I’ve been so fucking horny.”

Still somewhat drunk, I probably was not terribly artful in my sucking, making loud noises now and then. I murmured a complaint about being thirsty, and without a word, Morag popped up and returned with two glasses of tap water, one for her and one for me.

“You drank more than me, but we both should hydrate,” she said, handing me the glass, which I downed in two or three gulps. Morag sipped hers. I must have looked forlorn and worried because she chuckled and said, “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you.”

She laid down on her bed and patted the top of it beside her.

“Get up here, Bobby boy, and keep sucking my tits,” she commanded.

I did as she said and laid next to her on my front, resuming the sucking. At some point, I managed to find myself between her legs continuing with the same thing. It was easier to alternate between breasts and nipples in that position. I licked and kissed down her chest and abdomen toward her crotch, and then I started to pull her pants down. I remember they were black with an elastic band, somewhere between sweatpants and Capris in style. Morag stopped me.

In a plaintive voice, I said, “I just want to lick you,” and she smiled slightly and said, “OK.”

Now, if you were a virgin male in 1986, or maybe it was just me, that first glimpse of pussy felt like the treasure of treasures. Neither of us had showered and each of us was a little sweaty, but in the situation, this seemed to only enhance my arousal, probably hers, too.

Her panties were plain, a solid black and as I pulled them and her pants down she lifted her ass to help. When I glimpsed the dark patch of hair between her legs, I paused. Morag had to give me a fake cough to continue and soon she was naked except for her fluffy ankle socks, which she pressed against my back as I kissed her inner thighs and breathed in her scent, which was strong but enticing.

Finally, I kissed her vulva and started licking. She gasped at the contact and let out a little moan. I was naturally tentative and hyperaware of her reactions, trying to use them as a guide. My tongue traveled from the cleft between her thigh and vulva, through her bush and gradually toward the lips of her pussy. That first taste was amazing to me, salty, wet and slightly bitter. What amazed me was the combination of different scents. Maybe it was the wine, but one second she smelt of the ocean, and the next of something like smoke. Slowly, I licked deeper and deeper, and she got wetter and wetter. Her breathing became heavier and faster. My nose bumped the base of her clit and she moaned.

“You’re doing great, Bob.”

She gasped again.

“Is this your first time going down kaçak iddaa on a woman, too?”

I nodded and looked up at her from her muff.

“You’re a natural, but let me get into another position and show you some things. Every woman is a little different, but if you pay attention like I think you’re doing, you’ll do great.”

She got up and moved to the threadbare wingback chair beneath the window. Morag threw a pillow against the back of the chair, leaned back into it in a kind of slouch and threw each leg over an arm of the chair spreading herself wide.

“Get over her and get back to work, bitch,” she said with a playful laugh. I started toward her.

“Wait,” she stopped me. “Get naked first.”

I still had most of my clothes on. I blushed, believe it or not, as I disrobed. My cock was as hard as stone. I was cut and just under six inches.

“That’ll do,” Morag said as she looked at my cock. I was a little disappointed in her reaction and a little underwhelmed.

“Come here,” she said. I stepped right up to her and she wrapped her hand around my cock. It was my turn to gasp. She was so confident as she looked up at me, probably because of my inexperience. “This is a great size for anal – big enough to feel but not big enough to hurt. I’m going to show you how to use it later. First, you’re going to make me cum with your tongue. Get down there.”

I started licking again. Her voice almost had the authoritative tone of a teacher as I started licking. Morag would say, “Labia majora” or “labia minora or “clitoris” as my tongue toured her vulva again. On reflection, it was kind of funny. Her juices were getting my mouth and chin wet. Her latin phrases and anatomy lesson declined in frequency as my tongue pulled her deeper and deeper into sensation and her concentration on those feelings. Morag’s head slumped to the side and her eyes closed. I heard her breathing heavily again and her moans and whimpers increase. My tongue penetrated her vagina, my lips pressed against the opening. Her eyes flipped open and she moaned an “Oh, God!”

“God damn, your tongue is huge!”

Later, others told me the same thing. It’s not only thick, but I can easily lick the bottom half of my own nose. Although my cock was average, I could at least be proud of my tongue.

I’m not sure even today what my tongue hit inside that warm, wet tunnel, but it elicited a “Jesus Christ! FUCK!” from her. Maybe I hit her g-spot. She pushed my head back though, and said, “Lick around my clit. Not on it.”

I did. I circled it with the tip of my tongue more than once before she told me to freeze then guide me ever so carefully back to a spot at about 10 o’clock relative to her clit. “Right there, try to keep it there as much as you can.”

It was then that I became her toy. Morag started grinding her pussy against my face and head, and I tried to keep my tongue near there. Gradually, her thighs encircled my head and got tighter around my chin. Her grinding motions became smaller and tighter, more precise. That made my job easier. Morag’s moans got louder and then she jerked. She didn’t squirt but my face got much wetter, and I struggled for breath. As she came, her grip loosened, her legs spread in the air, and she spasmed again with her climax.

Her feet thudded flat to the floor and she sighed.

“Wow, you did better than I expected.”

I fell back on my haunches and kneeled up. My erection bobbed in the air, and a drip of pre-cum fell onto one thigh.

“Let me get my breath, and we’ll take care of you.”

“That’d be great,” I said with a smile, eager to lose my v-card.

Morag sat up and said, “If you cum right away, I’m going to keep you inside to see if you can stay hard, OK?”

I nodded.

“I want to get off one more time, and I don’t expect you to be able to hold back for long,” she said.

Although I didn’t know it at the time, my circumcision had been slightly off. My cock looked normal, but a doctor later told me that it looked like there was some sensory nerve damage. Erections aren’t a problem for me, but ejaculating in a pussy is something I struggle with today. It’s only happened a handful of times. Usually, it takes oral or a hand and more friction than an average guy might need.

Morag told me kaçak bahis to just lie there so she could control the pace. As she aimed my cock and swallowed it in her buttery warm quim, I remembered how satisfying it was. I can’t cum in one easily, but nothing feels like having your cock in a hot, slippery pussy. Maybe it’s what my lizard brain wants, don’t know.

Slowly, she slid up and down and watched my reaction. After a few thrusts, Morag decided I wasn’t a “three-pump” chump, and she relaxed into it. She was really starting to enjoy it and moan.

“That’s real good, virgin boy,” she teased. “I’m making a man out of you.”

As she uttered that thought, it seemed to excite her. Maybe she was reveling in taking my virginity.

I was grunting and panting myself to match her moans and deep breaths.

After five or six minutes, she had a small orgasm. Morag’s pussy clenched my cock and I almost came but didn’t.

Once she had gathered herself, she looked at me and asked, “You didn’t cum, did you? I didn’t feel anything.”

I think she was a little perplexed and almost insulted that I hadn’t jizzed yet.

“It feels great,” I said with mild panic. I could feel the pressure inside and my erection was undiminished.

I guess she wasn’t too sensitive yet because she started humping my cock again with a somewhat indignant look on her face.

Morag closed her eyes and was quiet. I felt her squeeze, sort of pulse her cock tight on the downward strokes and loose on rising. She started to get into it again.

“Fucking virgin,” I heard her mutter under her breath.

Something about her dismissive tone made me harder. At the time I wasn’t fully aware of my weakness for aggressive, dominating women, but this moment was the first clue.

Her eyes opened with an idea, “Maybe you need a little push like Ralph does,” she said. Ralph was her fiance.

Morag pinched my nipples, each in one hand. I gasped and moaned.

“Yeah, that’s it. Moan like a little bitch,” she sneered. I couldn’t tell if it was an act or sincere.

“My pussy is the best. What are you? A fag?” she asked as she lightly slapped me.

That did it. I came. I came big and wet and with several blasts of semen.

“Oh yeah!” Morag shuddered with another orgasm, not as big as the first when I was licking her, but bigger than the last.

I felt her pussy clenched tight on my cock. She sat on me as we each relaxed. After a minute or two, she pulled off me and my softening cock flopped against my lower abdomen.

Morag surprised me by licking me clean.

With a smile, she said: “You were great.” She looked tired, but I thought I should ask if she wanted me to sleep there in her room.

She told me no. I was surprised because I thought women liked to cuddle after. The bed was small, she said. It actually was small for two, but I could tell she already was having some regrets about cheating on her fiance.

I got half dressed and made my way up the stairs to my room. Thoughts of what had just happened kept me awake and I awoke after only three hours. I slumbered but didn’t sleep deeply after that. My alarm went off a few minutes before dawn and I suddenly remembered the hellish early departure time of my train to London. That’s when I realized my bag was still in Morag’s room.

Fortunately, she was awake. She barely looked at me when she saw who was there at the door. Morag already was packing to leave, too.

“Are you here for your bag?”

I confirmed that and asked how she was.

“I’m OK. I have to get ready to leave though.”

I didn’t know what to do I just stood there awkwardly for a minute or two while she bustled around. I almost gave her my address so we could write each other, but I finally began to suspect she was ready to put me behind her. That would probably be it for us. My first time was a one-night stand. We exchanged parting pleasantries. I thanked her, grabbed my bag, left her room, checked out and headed for the train station.

Like I said, she probably was having some buyer’s remorse. On the other hand, I don’t think Morag ever thought of me as more than a night’s diversion, one last fling before she spoke her wedding vows.

So, my first time was sexually satisfying and I performed well, but it was a little sad at the end. I never saw her again, but I still have one snapshot of her I have held on to. Wherever she is, I hope she’s happy. Thanks for cancelling my v-card, Morag.

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Susan walked into the room just as Jeff sat on the bed with a towel wrapped around him. He just got out of the shower after his ritual morning workout. His back was toward the door and he was so ingrossed in looking through his night stand drawer he didn’t hear her sneak up on him. She was still in her short little nightie and no panties. Susan ran in and jumped on the bed behind him, laid him back, climbed on top of him and started kissing him hard and long.

She could feel his dick starting to stiffen underneath her. She raised his arms above his head reached over to the night stand grabbed one of their ties they use to tie each other up with and bound his wrists together. He could feel his cock getting hard with anticipation of what was about to happen to him. Jeff wanted so bad to reach up and squeeze her tits and take them in his mouth but he was at her mercy now laying there helpless as she had the power to do what ever she wanted to him.

Susan reached down and took the towel off him and threw it on the floor. Jeff was laying with his legs apart, she was sitting on her knees illegal bahis right between them looking at him while stroking his cock nice and slow, once in a while her hand would go lower to his balls and to his ass making him really squirm under her. Susan leaned down, slid her tongue down his hard long shaft to his balls all the way back to the head of his cock. She put the head inside her mouth rolling her tongue all around tasting his precum as she licked it off. She did this for a few minutes then slid up towards his mouth and kissed him, he could taste his precum still lingering in her mouth.

Her wet pussy slid against his cock as she stroked back and forth getting it nice and wet with her juices. Jeff would raise his hips trying to get inside her but Susan would pull back every time he did it. She wasn’t ready for him to have her yet. She slid her pussy all the up his stomach, to his chest stopping just as she got to his mouth. Her legs was straddling right under his armpits. He tried to reach up and touch her breast with his bound hands but she put them back above his head.

Susan illegal bahis siteleri teased his mouth brushing her pussy against his lips, he wanted so bad to eat her but she wouldn’t allow him to get close enough just tempting him enough to taste her on his lips. She loved looking into his begging eyes but she knew that he loved every minute of this. She slid back down till his dick touched her pussy. She leaned into him licking his lips tasting her own juices that lingered on his mouth. She slid his cock inside her slowly stroking his cock with her wet pussy. His hips would try to pound deep into her but she would pull back every time so he couldn’t. He couldn’t stand it he wanted to be inside her fucking her hard and deep.

He wanted to bring his hands up to pull her close to him so he could roll her over and fuck her. He resisted the urge, he knew that she would make him cum so hard and fell great. She turned around in the 69 position so she could suck his cock and all he could see was her pussy glistening with her juices running out. He wanted to taste her, devour her but she canlı bahis siteleri was far enough away so he couldn’t get to her.

Susan’s nice warm mouth was wrapped around his cock sucking him, she would rock her body back and forth as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. Once in a while she would slide back far enough to let him lick her pussy but not as often as he would have liked to. She could feel his body tense at times, she knew he was holding back cumming. He held back waiting for her to tell him he could cum.

She sat up and moved her body so she could sit on his cock. Her back facing him he lifted his head so he could watch as his cock glided in and out of her wet hole. He wanted to cum he could feel that he was getting closer and closer with each stroke. She decided that she tortured her baby enough so she lifted off his cock and untied his hands and as soon as she did his hands was all over her.

Susan laid back on the bed and has Jeff straddle her so she could suck his cock. Jeff’s cock slid in and out of her mouth. Susan could feel his dick harden more and she knew that he was about to let go real soon. He let out a loud moan and just let it all out. He came so much, Sara sucked him dry till he could cum no more and he collapsed down beside her with pure satisfaction and thinking what a way to start the day.

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My fascination was always led towards women. Women and the way they move. Women and the way each touch that I feel by them can torch up a fire all through my skin. I have always felt that when it came to my sex life no one will be able to satisfy it other than a woman. My life, up until I finished my last year in high school, consisted of me going into all girl school. I met many girls there that shared the same feelings as me, but these girls were shunned away from the school’s student body because of what they are. And I, I shunned away from the idea of ever having a relationship with another woman. But one thing I realized was that my hunger was growing each day. The only thing that kept me sane after all these years of torment were my wild fantasies. Sex with three women, women in chains, torturing oneself to the point of an orgasm, my list went on and on. I could not help the fact that I felt this way and at some point I realized that I couldn’t take it anymore.

My life took a turn one day during my graduation party with a group of friends. We decided to celebrate and get drunk at the famed Sans Michelle Restaurant/Bar near our school. Having excused myself to go to the bathroom for I was feeling very nauseated, I dropped into a conversation between two women. The two were identical to one another, probably twins I thought to myself, both women looked very sexy and they knew it. One was wearing a slick, strapless black dress while the other wore a skirt that clung to her voluptuous thighs and a blouse that accentuated her breasts and slim body. Many women would probably look like sluts in those outfits but these girls pulled it off.

Having stumbled into the bathroom, surprised to see that someone was actually in the bathroom, I walked awkwardly to the farthest stall embarrassed. At first it was quiet but than they began to giggle, I felt my head heating up at my embarrassment. Silence filled the room; although I didn’t hear the girls leave. Interested, I tidied myself up and opened the door to find the twins standing right in front of me. Their eyes seemed to yearn for something, and I soon realized that the two had something in mind and I was their target.

The girl in the strapless dress spoke first, “hi, my name is Leah and this is my sister Rose” I suddenly felt afraid, and soon realized I had no where to run, I was backed up into a corner with no escape.

The other girl, Rose, spoke next “You see, we were kinda hoping you’ll do us a favor. We are in need of someone to help us with something and in return we would help them too. And you see, that someone would need to fit a certain description and luckily we saw you come in with you group of friends and coincidentally you fit perfectly. So what do you think?”

Leah leant towards me, seeing that I felt hesitant; she reached my face and kissed me softly. My entire body fluttered as I felt her soft lips on mine, just as I had always imagined. She stopped and lingered for a bit staring illegal bahis closely at my face. Rose suddenly pulled her back, wanting to have her share but she knew that they had me. I felt hypnotized; as if I would do anything that they asked me only to feel those lips on me again.

“So, what do you say?”

I felt as if I had no choice, slowly I nodded, agreeing to whatever hardship they would throw in front of me in the near future.

“Great!” Rose exclaimed. “I knew we could count on you…you would do just perfectly!”

“All you need to do is just free yourself for the entire weekend including today. Tell whomever that you have to do something important and that you will be away for that duration. You can say that you and a certain friend decided to go to her cottage and that you will be back first thing on Monday. You will not need to bring any clothes or provisions we will provide you with everything. It’s still a bit early, so you can go home and inform your parents and we will come and pick you up from your house. Agreed?”

I gave them a worried look.

“Oh, don’t worry…you will enjoy every second of it”

“Okay. Great. We are guessing that you have no ride home since you came with your friends…we can handle that.” They gave each other a satisfied look.

Meanwhile, I felt as dumbstruck as ever and just nodded, agreeing to their plans. The girls just laughed at me, giggling and calling me a silly goose.

Having finally finished high school I was 18 and I was free to do whatever I wanted, my parents trusted me fully and knew that I would never do anything foolish. Although to them I still seemed young they allowed me to go off with my “friend” to the cottage.

After I arrived home I fell on my bed just fantasizing and processing everything that has happened and what may follow throughout the next few days. Waking up from my reverie, I heard a car honk outside my window. Looking at the clock I noticed that it just struck 8…they came. Sighing I got my things, said my goodbyes and got into a black buggy stationed right in front of my house where I found Rose and Leah waiting patiently for me.

They eyed me and gave each other a satisfied look.

And so our journey began as we passed our time sharing stories, mostly about Leah and Rose rather than me. They wanted to make sure that I fully understood who I was dealing with. As I mentioned before they were both twins and had always relied on each other to fulfill their lustrous desires with one another. Although I felt scared by the unknown I was lured in by their talk, I felt so turned on just listening to all that they had endured together and what they had done. I started to enjoy my talk with them feeling as if I had known them my entire life.

Finally we had reached the last gas station in our journey before reaching the cottage.

“Rose… I need a little relief before we arrive at the cottage. Lily…do you mind if you drive illegal bahis siteleri the car until we reach the cottage, cause I’m feeling a little tired.”

I felt a little unsure. “Ummm…I don’t really know the way…”

“Oh, don’t worry all you have to do is drive straight from here on, we won’t have to turn anywhere else.”

Having agreed, we set off once again.

Leah and Rose both sat in the back seat although there wasn’t much space they insisted. As I drove through the empty road, a sweet smelling scent suddenly filled up the car, which was not there before. Even though the windows were open I knew that it did not come from outside the car, but right from it. Puzzled, I looked in the car’s mirror to check where it might have come from. I was surprised to see both sisters laying one on top of the other. Rose, on top, was kissing Leah while fingering her continuously. The two sisters were lost in their own world of pleasure. I drove gaping at what I was seeing, Leah noticed me watching them but all she did was smile right at me and continued to enjoy her little adventure.

As much as I needed to keep my eyes on the road I couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at what they were doing. I started to feel all worked up as Rose went under Leah’s shirt and grabbed her breasts, she started sucking them playing with her nipples and bighting onto them. Leah began moaning, at first slowly but than it gradually grew louder as she reached her orgasm. As the two sisters laid one on top of the other satisfied I felt dumbstruck at the entire scene I just witnessed. At first my voice was a little hoarse but finally I managed to announce our arrival.

The cottage in itself was beautiful to look at. It seemed to be well guarded from any on lookers that might lurk outside. It was fully decorated from the gardens on the outside to the woodsy-feeling one might get when they enter the house.

The sisters stumbled out of the car feeling refreshed from the drive and began walking towards the house’s entrance expecting me to follow.

“Okay, Lily, this is the cottage we are staying at. In it you will find the room you will sleep in and the clothes you must wear. All we want you to do right now is take a shower, refresh yourself and then you can go to sleep. We will awake you in the morning.”

While Leah left to take care of some arrangements, Rose showed me to my room which was situated at the farthest end of the cottage. It wasn’t very decorative but seemed comfortable enough for my taste.

At first I got into the bathroom, which was dimly lit. Everything in the bathroom was made out of marble, the floors, counter and so on. Having taken off my clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror in front of me; I wasn’t as beautiful as the sisters, but I had my share of qualities, I have perfectly shaped, perky breasts which I had always been proud of and a fit body which took me a lot of time and effort to keep.

I turned on the warm canlı bahis siteleri water and entered the tub, only to find a flat screen TV right in front of me. I was startled when it suddenly turned on; and Rose and Leah appeared on the screen.

“Both me and Rose, want you to have fun during your stay. So here are a few complimentary videos for you to enjoy before you go off to sleep. The screen flicked again, and now I was staring at two women, both dressed as nurses, I suddenly had a notion as to where this video was heading and I enjoyed every second. After the girls had their share of fun, I decided that I must finish my bath and head to my bed for I felt very tired.

I stripped myself of the towel surrounding my body, I walked towards my bed to find a piece of lingerie that Leah and Rose had left for me to wear. It had consisted of a top fully made of light yellow lace that fit me flawlessly accentuating my breasts; having taken off my bra my nipples were perfectly seeable. The underwear was of the same fabric as the top, it had a strip of string which cut right through up to my ass causing it to rub against me every second I made a move. Looking at the mirror I sincerely believed I have never looked sexier.

Time passed and I got bored so I decided to lie down on the bed and rest.

I woke up suddenly feeling something go up my leg, opening my eyes I awoke to find Leah rubbing her hand up my leg as she bore her eyes straight into mine giving me a naughty smile. The wave of excitement I got from the touch was as if every nerve in my body responded to the touch. Soon I saw Rose, who was fully naked; she came up to me and gave me an innocent kiss on my neck. She mounted on top of me and continued kissing me until she reached my lips. At first it was a slow kiss, than as I felt her soft lips on mine I parted my lips and let her tongue slip in as the kiss grew to be more passionate. Meanwhile Leah started to lick my inner thigh reaching to my thong. She took the string and pushed it farther into me, as I felt a jolt going through my body as the string cut deeply. Putting the string aside she began licking my vaginal area and shortly started running her tongue in and out triggering my body to react to her every stroke.

Rose tore our kiss and began moving downward to my breasts licking around one breast than moving to the other. She noticed my nipples reacting to each touch, moving her tongue she began biting onto my nipples sucking every inch of it with all her might. Suddenly I reached the height of my excitement I allowed every exhilarating feeling to take over as I lost myself in pure bliss.

“Hmmm…Rose you have to taste her” Leah spoke in a muffled voice.

Interested Rose left my breasts and moved down maneuvering her tongue in the same way as Leah, licking up every single drop of my cum. I was feeling heavenly, and I knew that this was just the start to a most interesting weekend. All three of us were spent after hours of a heavenly experience. At last, we laid down together sleeping on the bed naked, caressing one another through the long hours of the night.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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I can remember as far back as my high school days and even now, that being around a certain type of guy or man, always made me nervous. It wasn’t until just a few weeks ago that I was able to piece together the why. Until that moment, it was always like a puzzle in my mind that only appeared from time to time.

The thing is that every time this puzzle appeared, I would react quickly and discard it from the circumstance that had suddenly caused it to appear. But the event that took place two weeks ago didn’t give me a chance to think, much less erase anything.

Sound confusing? It’s ok, the events of that afternoon left me a little confused as well but stay with me…

The type of man I’m talking about comes across as larger than life. Even if he’s not the biggest in stature. Most of the time he’s quiet but always in control of himself. Never says the wrong thing and moves through a crowd with a certain air of confidence that nothing or no moment is too big for him.

He always seems to attract the beautiful woman and more times than not the woman is as intelligent as she is beautiful. The reason being is that he isn’t intimidated by that type of woman, in fact, he prefers that type of woman. He’s physically gifted, strong, athletic and men gravitate to him because they want to be like him, be on his team, be his friend or at the very least his acquaintance.

Women adore him, they long for his attention and go out of their way to connect with him…

Throughout my life, every time I’ve met this type of man I freeze up. I get nervous, my palms sweat and my anxiety goes through the roof. Now before you go assuming, I’m not gay. Never in my short twenty-eight years of life have I ever thought of a man in a sexual way, ever.

Then about a month or so ago I suddenly had a new boss. Mr. Frank DuVernay, our newest partner in our firm and I was assigned to work for him. The first time we met for our one on one meeting, a sort of introductory meeting, I was in a panic. It had been a long time since this had happened to me, in fact, it hadn’t happened since my college days.

I fidgeted in my chair but I still gave all the proper responses, keeping my appearance as if all was well. But inside, my mind I was losing it. My anxiety was off the charts, I could hear a bead of sweat rolling down the back of my neck as if it was some huge boulder falling from the side of a mountain.

But I managed to keep it together. Mercifully, the meeting ended and I survived without embarrassment… As I stated at the beginning, as soon as I walked out of his office, I erased the event from my mind and went back to my normal self. All was, as it should be…

Time had passed and we had been assigned a very difficult corporate case to work on. To be honest, it was kicking our ass and we were struggling to make our deadline. illegal bahis This particular morning, I was a bit out of it. I had only slept three hours, having worked late into the night.

“Mr. Duvernay would like to see you.” My ears perking up as I heard my assistant calling out to me from the doorway.

“That’s fine, let him know I’m on my way.” I responded and with that, I gathered myself. Without giving it a second thought, I headed to his office. Once inside, as soon as I closed the door behind me, it all came at me. All at once. All at the same time. My brain began racing with a multitude of thoughts and concerns…

“Don’t look into his eyes. Why not? Just don’t look into his eyes! Ok, ok but I don’t get it? Don’t fucking look at him!” No, I wasn’t talking out loud. I was fighting with myself, all of this was raging inside my head.

The greeting was brief and he went straight to the point. This meeting was about the necessity to get control of the task at hand. As he spoke the sound of his voice only aggravated my anxiety. His voice has a deep smooth tone to it as if someone had put on a recording of one of my father’s old Barry White song.

He stood, continuing to speak, coming around his large desk and over to the big comfortable chair that I was sitting in. I couldn’t help but notice how perfect his posture stayed in place as he moved across the room, his suit, fit him perfectly. All these things running through my mind until there he stood, directly in front of me.

Even if I’d been standing, I’d still have to look up into his eyes but sitting there he seemed giant-like…

“Are you ok Steven?” His direct question startled me. Did he know what I was thinking? Did I stare too long? My mind was nearing the point of a serious meltdown when he did the unthinkable.

He reached down and gently ran the back of his hand against my cheek. Instantly my face felt like it was on fire. Then, as he stroked his hand upward, I could feel myself uncontrollably pressing my face against his hand and closing my eyes for a brief second…I was lost in that moment until I wasn’t.

Reality has a way of bringing you back from the edge…

I quickly opened my eyes realizing what I had done. But before I could react this giant of a man lowered himself down to one knee and slowly slid his hand behind my head and pulled me to him. I offered no resistance. What was I doing, what was happening?

It was that quick, that sudden. This man that I had only met a little over a month ago was suddenly pressing his mouth to mine. He was kissing me, a man, a man was kissing me…how did I get here?

Again, I offered no resistance. Instead, inhaling slowly, accepting that he was pushing my mouth open with his lips. His tongue, slipping inside my mouth. The sensation of his tongue and the smell of his body illegal bahis siteleri next to mine was overwhelming. I mouthed his lips and I suckled his tongue. I had never kissed a man but I’ve been complimented on my kisses by many a young lady, the only difference now was that I was kissing him the way I enjoyed being kissed.

Everything happened so fast, one moment I’m being seduced by this intoxicating kiss and the next I’m left in awe as he releases from me; leaving my mouth pouting for more. I watch him as he stands, as he positions himself right in front of me then he begins to unfasten his belt and pants. Slowly pulling down his zipper…

Should I object? Should I demand that he stop? My mind asking questions that my body easily ignores…

As he reached inside his boxers I leaned forward with eagerness and anticipation. As I did this, I could smell him, his musk, his aroma and without thinking I ran my tongue along my lips. This man smelled wonderfully beyond description. Then with one gentle pull there, it was…

I’ve never really ever looked at another man’s cock and I’ve been in my fair share of locker rooms in my short life but I’ve never looked. Right in front of me, I was looking. His cock was breathtaking, it was beautiful. Big full, fat head with a long, thick shaft. The color, a soft pink but as he gave it a gentle stroke, I could see the color darkening.

His hand on my head as I leaned forward, without any thought or hesitation my hand reached out for it. I took his cock in my hand, the silky smoothness of it, the warmth of it, I was in awe. Never in my life had I ever thought of holding another man’s cock, ever. Yet here I was, holding a cock much thicker than mine and by the judge of how fast it was swelling, much longer than mine.

It felt heavy in my hand and for a man that has never imagined stroking someone else’s a cock, I was doing it as if it was something that I enjoyed all along. I lifted that thing up and leaned forward pressing my lips against it, I kissed it. Then again except this time, I allowed my lips to part and my tongue to slide on the underside of the head.

The smell from his crotch the sweet taste from his precum, it was, again, intoxicating. This man was well kept and everything about him was a complete turn on. I opened my mouth wide and allowed that enormous head to slide into my mouth. After a few clumsy moments, it wasn’t long before I was suckling his cock, I was suckling his cock well.

My hand stroking him and my eyes open wide as I watched almost half of that wonderful cock disappear into my mouth then stopping as it lodged against the back of my throat. Stroking his cock, my hand unable to completely close around the shaft. The sensation the head of his cock would give me as it pushed against the back to my throat. It is a feeling that is canlı bahis siteleri hard to translate but oh so wonderful.

His hands now holding on to my head as he begins to slowly roll his hips to match my cock sucking strokes. “He’s fucking my mouth,” I thought to myself and I didn’t care. I started to pick up the pace and swallow the excessive drool that my saliva glands were releasing from his cock pushing in and out of my mouth.

“Ok baby, get ready. When I tell you to, I want you to swallow.” I knew what was coming and I’d never done this before but I know how I feel when I’m about to orgasm from a blow job. This just turned me on more and I grabbed a hold of the back of his thighs, letting him fuck my mouth as hard as he wanted.

His body tensed and he let out a deep soft groan and one soft word…”Swallow.”

Just like that his cock was violently vomiting into my mouth. Strand after strand of thick, creamy cum. I started swallowing right on cue. I’ve never given a blowjob but I have had my fair share and I know what I like so I did the same for him.

Swallowing strand after strand, making sure not to spill a drop. Until finally, finally, his cock drooled out that last thick strand…

I finished by making sure that my tongue cleaned every bit of his cock, suckling the head of his cock and gripping his cock and using my thumb on the underside of the shaft to milk any last drops out of him. Knowing that I had done a good job I slowly and properly put that wonderful cock back inside his shorts.

I zipped him up and fastened his pants and belt then allowing myself to slide back into the chair. Then and only then did I turn to look up at him…

There he stood and for the first time in my life I felt very comfortable, the anxiety was gone, the nervousness, the voices in my head…gone.

“Now, let’s get back to the task at hand, shall we? Let’s see if we can’t knock this case out…” He finished his sentence and flashed that gorgeous smile. I felt warm all over. We went to work and not another word was said.

An alpha male…

All my life, it was always the alpha male and I finally understood. That afternoon I was able to accomplish what needed to be done and left that office knowing that my team, my bosses’ team, Mr. DuVernay’s team would be ready for the task at hand.

I was finishing up in my office, preparing to leave for the day. My door opens…

“I’m sorry sir, I know you’re heading out but Mr. DuVernay would like me to inform you that there are some details to be worked out and he would like to discuss them with you over drinks and dinner.” I stared at my assistant. I listened to her speaking those words. All I could do is stand there, like an idiot, my mind had gone blank.

“He would like you to meet him at this address, sir.” Unable to move or speak my assistant walks over to me and hands me a card, asks if there is anything else. I reply no, that we’re done for the day. She smiles, turns, leaves and just like that, I’m alone. My heart begins to race and all I can think to myself is…

Who am I?

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She opened the sealed envelope that he had left for her. It read

BRUSH YOUR HAIR OUT. MAKE IT SOFT AND SILKY

YOU MUST GO TO “CUT N CHATTER” BEAUTY SALON

2525 NORTH DAYMAR BLVD

YOU MUST BE THERE BY 3pm

ASK FOR KATHY, SHE KNOWS WHAT TO DO.

It was 2:30.

She went in the bathroom and began to brush her hair as instructed. It was long, it hung to her brastrap, it was all one length and was a lovely rich chestnut brown and was very shiny. She loved her hair. She had never been to the Cut N Chatter salon, she did not know Kathy… she did not know what was to be done to her.

She stepped out of the car, it was 2:55pm. She opened the salon door and went in. The Cut N Chatter Salon was what could be termed quaint or old fashioned. It was definitely more of a Beauty Shop than a Styling Salon. And it was small, only 3 chairs. An older woman was sitting in the first styling chair reading a magazine. She was the only person in the salon.

She looked up and smiled.

“Hi you must be Lorri! I’m Kathy, come on over and have a seat.”

She sat down and Kathy lifted her long hair and snapped a green vinyl cape around her neck. She began to brush Lorri’s hair smooth.

“Wow you just have the prettiest hair, this will be fun”

Lorri spoke for the first time “uhm…… what exactly are we doing?”

Kathy laughed “oh, didn’t he tell you dear? Well he wanted you to get all fancied up so he could take you out tonight. He wants me to give you a good old fashioned Upstyle… He told me you said you’d never had one done the old way with doing a shampoo and set, using the old curlers instead of a curling iron. So you just relax, he wants you to feel pampered!”

With that she took Lorri to the shampoo bowl, laying her back and dousing her hair with floods of warm water. She turned the water off and applied a liberal amount of a fresh citrus scented shampoo. Lorri closed her eyes as Kathy massaged her scalp, digging lightly with her nails.

Another illegal bahis dousing to rinse and a general pat down with a thick terrycloth towel.

Back at the styling chair Kathy dug her fingers deep into a jar of pink styling gel and slathered the entire length of her hair.

She sectioned off different areas of her hair with a comb and began to wind and wrap Lorri’s locks around large plastic rollers.

Soon Lorri was perched under a hot hair dryer, slightly dozing……

Kathy sat back in the chair and picked up her magazine… she lit up a cigarette…. seeing this, Lorri reached into her purse and lit up her own cigarette… She drew deeply on it, letting the flavor fill her lungs…. her head tightly wrapped… the hot air turning her scalp pink….

A half hour later she was back in the styling chair, Kathy unwinding her now controlled locks from the curlers… she looked in the mirror at her head covered in huge sausage curls and giggled…

With deft fingers Kathy smoothed some curls and pinned others… she teased here… combed there… and everything was saturated with a hearty dose of cheap, generic hairspray, the old aerosol kind.

Kathy took the cape off and said “There ya go! Do you feel pampered?” and she laughed.

Lorri laughed and said “Yes, I do, thank you” She handed Kathy the $30 he had left on the kitchen table and went to her car.

She glanced in the rear view mirror and was surprised how much she liked the style. Her hair piled high, cute ringlets and curls, she looked like she was ready for a prom…. she drove home.

He came home from work, smiled at her new look… he bent her forward and kissed her nape.. nipping it slightly with his teeth… she liked that.

He took her out for an elegant dinner, she was dressed in his favorite outfit… a long, tight fitting simple black dress….. she felt so pretty in her updo.

On the way home he looked at her….

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” illegal bahis siteleri She didn’t say anything….

“I saw how you were flirting with the waiter… you SLUT!” She lowered her eyes….

He reached over and grabbed her left breast hard, pinching her nipple… she winced..

“We get home I’m going to show you just how hot you AREN’T”

He drove the rest of the way home still pinching her tit….

The minute they walked in the house he grabbed her by the back of the dress, he jerked the zipper down so hard she knew he must’ve ripped it, he pulled the dress down on either side pinning her arms… he grabbed her by the back of the neck and walked her into the spare bedroom.

He guided her into the spare bathroom.

“Get on your fucking knees BITCH!”

She knelt… she was in front of the toilet…

“I’ve been filling this the past 2 days!”

He lifted the lid… the bowl was full of piss, it was a deep, dark golden color and extremely pungent…. she knew the last two days every time he had to pee he’d done it in this bathroom… and hadn’t flushed….

He grabbed her by the nape and pushed her over the bowl until her forehead was skimming the surface of the contents…

her arms still pinned to her sides..

She heard the metal of his belt buckle…. then the rasping as he pulled it from his pants….

*CRACK*

he brought the leather of the belt down on her shoulders…..

*CRACK*

again…. this time harder… it stung so sweetly…..

*CRACK* even harder… this time she slipped forward, up to her hairline in the piss….

He laughed at her

“So, little Miss Hot Shit Lorri… flirting with dumbass waiters”

She heard his zipper…..

“Miss Priss Lorri with her fancy hairdo….. her SLUT hairdo!”

with that she felt his hot stream on the nape of her neck… stronger now, he guided his molten flow into the soft curls… she felt her updo being drenched, ruined… canlı bahis siteleri the piss began to dribble around her ears… she felt it trickle over the crown of her head and onto her forehead… it began to drip into the toilet now…. splashing her face… his stream kept on.. he’d had several beers over supper… not only was her head getting wet but she knew her pussy was getting wet now too….

He moaned with relief, the sound of a too full bladder finally being emptied… by the time he was done her curls were drenched… he laughed…

She began to sit up but he grabbed her by the nape

“Oh no BITCH! I’m not done with your Golden Shampoo yet!

And with that he shoved her forward, down into the bowl… like Kathy he began to massage her hair, ripping the hair pins out and ruining her afternoon of pampering…. he grabbed his belt in the other hand and began to strap her ass… 5…6…7 times, she lost count.. her pussy was throbbing now…

He pulled her up from the bowl, she gasped for air… her now loose hair flopped limply down her back, the curls gone… piss trickled down her entire body, over her face, ruining her makeup…

He reached over to the sink and grabbed her 12 inch dildo he’d placed there…. he slammed it up her pussy and she winced and moaned all in the same breath… such is the proximity of pleasure and pain…

“Now you sit there and FUCK yourself you CUNT!!! Make yourself cum!”

She was so close, that wouldn’t be hard….

He had dropped his pants now and was hard as steel… he shoved all of himself into her mouth

“SUCK ME YOU SLUT… SUCK ME LIKE YOU WANT TO SUCK THE WAITER!!!

She was soooooo close, she was fucking herself with the dildo and sucking him off…

Suddenly he pulled from her mouth and pulled her head forward, rubbing his cock on the top of her head, wrapping himself in her hair..

she saw his leg muscles tighten… heard his moan and then felt his hot sticky cum shoot onto her scalp… he was spewing his cum all over her hair… she then began to spasm… she came so hard that her back muscles pitched her forward….

They both collapsed together on the bathroom floor…hugging each other, they fell asleep………

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When I awoke the next morning to bright sunlight coming through the front windows, I noticed that Beck was not in bed. I pulled on my jeans and a t-shirt and walked out on the porch for a while.

When I came back in, I saw him and startled, gasping just a bit. He turned to me and said, “Hey, coffee’s making.” His face was not smiling or weird or confused at all. No upset registered. This was Beck, just his normal face. But. It also wasn’t him, exactly. What was he wearing? Not a shirt but like a dress. No, a gown. No, not just a gown but a short silky pink gown with small straps over his shoulders.

“What is this, Beck?” I asked. My mouth still hung open. And he cocked his right hip, in a silly kind of way, leaning his head to his left, he said, “Sometimes I wear this when I’m alone. And when I have it on, I feel like another part of myself. Completely different kind of, and not completely different at the same time. I think of myself as Becky when I wear this. Not Beck.”

I could barely push words out of my mouth, “What the fuck, man?” A long silence built between us. I pulled at a chair and sat down near the dining table. “Are you a girl now? What’s going on? You’re kinda’ scaring me a little.”

Beck sat down as well and looked at me, without seeming to be embarrassed or scared. After a while he said, “What we did last night was beautiful. I’ve thought about doing that for so long. I’m not a girl. I’m a boy and you know that. You’ve held my boy parts. And I like my boy parts. I really like your boy parts,” he said, with a sly smile.

“We’ve just been messing around, though. Right?” I said. “Because we’re just out here alone. And we aren’t gay about it. It’s just a summer thing for us. Isn’t it?”

“It’s not for me.” Beck said, “I like wearing pretty things like this sometimes. And I’d like to wear them with you sometimes. If you’re ok with it. Last night was so sweet. When I woke up this morning, I lay in bed watching you breathe and sleep. I saw your dick, hard again in your boxers even as you slept. I wondered what you were dreaming about, but I didn’t touch you. I just watched you.”

I was shaking casino oyna my head but there was something touching or connecting about how he was telling me all of this. He continued, “I felt really close to you. And I thought that I might be able to show you another side of me. This side of me. That’s all this is. It’s just another side of me. I’m still me. But there’s a part of me that I’ve hidden from everyone until now. Until last night. Until I first started to touch you and get you off. Now I’m showing you a bigger picture of who I am.” Beck sat still, leaning back in his chair, the strap on his right shoulder fell to mid-bicep.

My mind reeled. Ok, so Beck is still Beck but sometimes he says he’s Becky. What? How? When? So many questions. But when I opened my mouth to tell him how fucking stupid this was, instead I asked, “So what now? What are you saying is different? What are you suggesting we do. ”

“Not much is different for me,” he said, “Really, I’m still just me. And now you know my secret. I’m trusting you with a private and vulnerable piece of who I am. And what do we do? Well, that’s entirely up to us. Right?”

No words. He reached out across the table and touched my hand, which I immediately drew back but then I returned it on top of his, patting it and pulling my hand into my own lap. I rubbed my face and my hair and looked up at the ceiling and back at Beck. Or Becky. Or whomever.

At my response, Beck smiled and said, “Nothing has to change. But it could. Some. I like what we’ve been doing. I’d like to do more. But I don’t want to do anything that causes us to not be friends.”

I asked quietly, almost in a whisper, “You’re gay, right? Is that what this is? Coming out? Just tell me plainly: are you gay? Are you saying you want us to have sex?”

“No, and yes,” he said. “I am not truly gay. I don’t think. I still like sex with girls. But sometimes I think about and get off to thinking about guys and about being fucked by guys. Fucked by you.”

He went on, “For a few years, I’ve been mostly confused about sex stuff – hell, I still am – but I’m figuring some things out. And one thing I know slot oyna is that I like sex, period. Different kinds of sex, with girls and guys. Not all of them. Some guys do not turn me on at all. Same with some girls. But some do. And those that do, really turn me on. And I think about you. Doing things to me, with me. When you want to. If you want to. That’s all.”

That’s all?!? That’s all? I couldn’t believe that this was the last thing he said. I stared at him. I got up and started packing up my gear. Today was the day we were supposed to clean up, pack up and drive out. We were expected home tonight. And I got serious about that task. Leaving. Exiting. Going home.

We didn’t say a lot more about what had just happened. I grabbed some breakfast and got my gear packed and put all my stuff in the car. Beck came outside in his jeans and shirt with his gear.

We cleaned out the place, gathering towels, sheets and stuff that we were supposed to take back to his house. After we were done, we walked out to the pond and sat down on the big rocks on the western side of the pond. Beck talked about the armadillo we had chased a few nights back. He had run into a small tree during the chase and we had both died laughing. No one was hurt, including the armadillo that night. But it was funny.

Sitting by the lake together we laughed again. I recalled what Beck had said, “Who put a tree there? Crazy place for a fucking tree.” He laughed, and we continued talking about our week out at this place alone. No talk of sexual stuff or the woman gown thing he had worn this morning. No talk of this Becky part of him. I couldn’t get that out of my head, but I couldn’t form any coherent words about it either. It was just stuck in the air between us.

Driving home we talked some, listened to music and drove miles and miles silently. At his house we unloaded gear and I hugged him in a bro-hug kind of way and took off walking, with my pack, thinking about nothing for the few blocks it took to get home.

For about four or five days, we didn’t see each other or even text. I thought about all of what had happened at the camp-house and outside. canlı casino siteleri A couple of times I got hard when I remember him taking my dick in his mouth out in that dark field. And his hands on my thighs. But I couldn’t get past that morning when he said he like for me to fuck him. Wouldn’t it hurt so much? I couldn’t imagine it and have no desire to have something stuck in my butt. And yet Beck said he liked that. He talked about trying it with his own fingers and once with a screwdriver handle.

Crazy Beck, what’s up with him? What is all of this gay stuff with him now? Wearing that gown thing over his boxers. And saying that when he wears it, he’s Becky and not Beck. I didn’t really know what to say. So, I said nothing. For a while.

On a Friday afternoon, when I walked over to Beck’s house, I saw Beck outside with Gena and Tim and some other kids from school. They were just cutting up and tossing a Frisbee around and staying in the shade of the trees in his front yard as much as possible. It was terribly hot. Beck’s parents were gone for the weekend to see his grandparents in Louisiana, but he had to work. He has a job at a grocery store, Saturday and Sunday day shifts.

That night, we all ended up going to a movie together and Vanessa, the girl I was dating, sort of, and a friend of hers met up with us. Afterward, everyone broke off into groups. Beck, Gena and Tim were walking to grab a bite to eat. Vanessa and I walked to my car and we drove to her house. We watched TV with her brother and dad and then we went out back and talked some, kissed some and held each other, enjoying the feel of each other’s skin.

By 11 pm, I was home. And horny. And I missed hanging out with Beck. I missed talking with him. I texted him, “What’s up?” After a few minutes, he texted back, “Not much, you? I’m home. Alone.”

I lay back on bed, thinking about a lot of stuff. I’m not sure what I felt. Fear? Hurt? Anxiety? Anger? Loss? I felt something. Love? Lust? Maybe I was feeling a lot of things. I couldn’t get clear-headed. I sat up, pulled my shoes back on and went out the back door, quietly.

I walked the few blocks to Beck’s house. When he opened the door, he had on a gray t-shirt with our school’s mascot on the front and dark-colored pants, no shoes or socks. Beck smiled at me. And I asked, “Hey, is Becky home?”

The end

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I had just turned 21 and the dream of romantic love was finally wearing off. I had been looking for true love since I was 17. In three serious relationships I had done my best to make things work – I was faithful and true, a really good boy, but it wasn’t working. My current relationship was breaking up slowly, we both were scared of making it final.

I had lost my own virginity to a girl who wasn’t a virgin. I had always thought I would lose it with a girl who was also a virgin. In four years of sex I still hadn’t been with a virgin, and somehow it kinda got under my skin. I wanted to have the experience of being the first with a girl, and now I had started to grow out of the idea that I had to be in love before I got laid.

After taking a couple of years off from my studies to make some money I was back at University and I was finding that being a few years older was a good deal. I was learning, but I was still one of those dumb guys who think that it’s only guys who are hungry for sex. I was still being Mr Nice Guy, but I was smart enough to see that a lot of girls liked bad boys.

One night I went to a party without my girlfriend. Everyone there was a law student like I was, but most of them were only 17 or 18. It was unusual for me to be alone and I was enjoying it, flirting a little and not having to worry my girlfriend would get on my case. Even when you want to be faithful you still can’t help noticing a nice ass walking past.

I had sunk a few beers by the time I turned around and saw that Mandy had turned up. Mandy was a very hot redhead from one of my classes. She had the classic redhead colouring – green eyes and smooth creamy white skin. She was voluptuous, even though she was only 18, and she was gorgeous, and when my eyes moved up her body to her face, bingo! Eye contact!

She was with her boyfriend Andrew – a bit of a geek, also only 18, her boyfriend from high school, but I could see straight away she was using him as a chauffeur. She had a look in her eye that I would get to recognise from then on – the look of a girl who wants to dive in to the wild world she has been warned about. It’s amazing how much you can see in a girl’s eyes.

She sent Andrew away to get her a drink and I went over to her straight away. “Hi!” I said, “I’m Bobbie”. “I know who you are,” she said. Mandy’s look was half lust and half fear. “Really?” I said, “well let me catch up. What’s your name?” She told me and had a quick look over my shoulder. “You here with your boyfriend?” I asked. “That’s a shame”.

“You think?” she said. “Of course! My girlfriend is working tonight so I am all alone.” I didn’t know it then, but I was also going to learn from Mandy that girls seem to love proving to themselves they can pull a guy who has a girlfriend. I had said exactly the right thing. She was looking over her shoulder again and I turned to see Andrew was back with the drinks.

She introduced me and I could feel the tension straight away. I was bigger than Andrew and I had always looked old for my age. He was kinda tall and skinny, still had a pimple or two, and he was a geek. I made small talk for a while, taking the chance to keep the eye contact thing going with Mandy. “Well, I might see you at Uni,” I said to her, “later….”

I was trying to be casual, but the look in Mandy’s eye made me think about being unfaithful. I had always been faithful to my girlfriends up until then, trying to be a good guy, but I wanted more, I wanted to be bad. I was going to make sure I saw Mandy again and what happenned with my girlfriend Judith after that, I would just have to wait and see.

I went to a small law school, so there was no doubt I would be seeing Mandy again. I had always been a little shy with girls, but thinking about the way Mandy had looked casino oyna at me, I decided I would adopt a bit of a persona, if she wanted a bad boy, then I could do that. I had always wanted to be an actor and so now was the time to see if I could be different.

On Monday morning I saw Mandy sitting in the lecture theatre as I walked in. She was with her girlfriends, so I just walked past slow and there it was, she turned to me and looked into my eyes with a hot little smile forming on her lips. Her look was so hot I just smiled back on reflex, I was even kinda surprised. I didn’t know much about the female of the species.

I spent the lecture sitting up behind Mandy, watching her, thinking about how I was going to convert this feeling into action, and every once in a while I noticed she was looking back. By the time the lecture finished I had decided to just go for it. As everybody was wandering out I caught up with her and said hi. She immediately turned around giving me her full attention.

“Wanna coffee?” I asked. Not a great line but effective. “I have a class,” she said. “Well skip it, your friends can give you the notes.” “You want to be a bad influence on me?” she was smiling. “I guess I can catch up one class.” We wandered out with Mandy giving her friends a funny little look and a giggle – and that was good. Getting a girl to giggle is good.

We went to one of the cafe’s on campus and had a coffee and talked smalltalk for about an hour. It was going good, and I had let her know that I wasn’t really happy with my girlfriend and she had let me know Andrew was more of a habit than the love of her life. This was great. I had always wanted to find true love and now I was just trying to get laid, much less stress.

We were making heaps of eye contact and I was feeling how good it was to be a bit detached, not trying to make a girl think I was maybe her one true love, just trying to get her hot and horny. We had about three coffees and it was getting obvious that things were happening. Then she said that since she had skipped that class she was finished for the day.

“So are you going home?” I asked. I already knew that I lived on the way to her place. “Cool,” I said, “can you drop me? I don’t have anything else to do today.” I was lying of course, but missing a class wasn’t going to stop me taking a chance if it came my way. “Well sure, if you want.” Mandy said, smiling. This was definitely looking good.

We walked up towards the law school car park when Mandy walked off in a different direction. “Can we go this way?” she asked, “It’s just I don’t really want to run into Andrew.” “Sure.” This was looking better and better. This was the first time I had tried being a bad boy and I was surprised that the girl was making it so easy.

We went the long way around to her car and got in. Since she was driving I was able to spend most of my time looking at her. It was still warm and she was wearing a silky summer dress. She had a soft, round, white body. I had never been with a redhead so I didn’t know what to expect if I got to see what was under that dress. But I knew it would be good.

I gave Mandy directions but it was only a few minutes to my place. I shared a big old house with three other people, but no one was home when we got there. I asked if she would like to come in and see my place, since we had been talking about it over coffee, and she made my heart start beating a little faster when she said yes. I had to remember to stay cool.

I opened the door and we went inside. I gave her a quick tour and then I said she should come and see my room. At that time I had a big old room with a fireplace and a grove of orange trees growing outside my window. I was a great old room and it was painted green and had a really cool slot oyna feel to it. I like nice stuff and I have learned girls like that.

I had a really big old bed and two old armchairs. Mandy was kinda just looking around and I wasn’t sure what to do, so I decided to go for it. While she was looking out the window I walked up behind her and put my arms around her, “You like it?” I didn’t know how she would react to me being so forward, but it was like she had been expecting it.

She turned around in my arms so we were face to face, “What about Judith?” she asked in a little voice, looking into my eyes. “She like’s it too.” I said, and kept looking in her eyes, til she started to laugh. I took her chin in my hand and kissed her, and she kissed me back and started pushing her body back into mine as I closed my arms tight around her.

The good thing about being in a relationship is that you get to have a lot of sex. I had never been a player up til then, but I had spent a lot of time fucking, and once Mandy opened her lips to my tongue I knew what to do. While I was still kissing her I picked her up and moved her over to the bed and laid her down on it, all without breaking the seal of our lips.

I have always thought that kissing is almost a physical metaphor for fucking, and I was showing Mandy exactly what I wanted to do with her, pushing my tongue into her throat then tickling her own tongue before I pushed deep into her mouth again. Mandy seemed to have the same idea and she was just letting me kiss her, pash her, with her eyes closed.

I was hot, hard and horny now and my right hand went straight down between Mandy’s thighs and under her soft, light dress and when my fingers reached her crotch I could feel already she was hot and wet. But what sent a little shiver of excitment through me was when I touched her and I felt her spread her legs apart, letting me in, letting me know she would let me play.

I pulled her panties to one side and let the tip of my middle finger softly run down between her cunt lips. She was really hot and really wet and as her lips came apart under my fingers I could feel the rim of her cunt really tight but open, and I just slipped the tip of my finger into her tight hole. As I did it I pushed my tongue deep in her mouth to synchronise the sensation.

With my tongue in her mouth Mandy couldn’t say anything but she moaned and I felt her arch her back and push so my finger went in to the knuckle and I started to move it slowly in and out of her luscious cunt. I put my thumb on her hard clit and started to roll it around her clit while I pushed my finger deeper into her cunt and kissed her more and more.

I was kinda surprised she was letting it happen so fast. This was the first time I had the chance to learn that if a girl thinks a guy has an expectation she will fuck him, it can be enough to make her decide to do it. Being just three years older than her was enough to put the idea in her mind that I would want it all. If she came into my house, she was saying yes.

I decided to push my luck and try something pretty radical. I took my mouth off hers and pushed myself up on my knees. I looked down without saying a word and saw her legs were spread and her dress was pushed up to her hips and I could see her hot pink cunt with my right hand still working it. She was looking up at me with a look that told me she was mine.

Keeping my eyes fixed on her eyes I slowly pulled my finger out of her cunt and with both hands I took hold of her panties and pulled them right down and off then I put my hands between her legs and spread her thighs apart and let my face fall down into her soft red muff. I put my thick hot tongue on her cunt lips then let the tip find her cunt and pushed it in.

I already knew that canlı casino siteleri all girls love a guy who likes to eat quim. What I learned with Mandy was that some girls get so horny they just totally lose control. When I had tasted Mandy’s sweet cunt I found her hard clit with my tongue and started to suck it like a third nipple. This drove her wild and she grabbed my head and started pushing her cunt into my mouth.

I put my hands behind her knees and pulled her legs apart and pushed them up so I could really get her whole cunt in my mouth. Now I was sucking on her clit then pushing the tip of my tongue into her hot tight cunt. This was my first taste of redhead quim and it was enough to make me a real sucker for redheads to this day. And that soft downy hair tickled my nose.

I could hear Mandy moaning and cooing while I slurped her soft cunt lips and suckled on her thick hot clit. Now I let her feet down on the bed and slipped one hand up to her cunt. I suckled and licked her clit and gently slid one finger into her tight, tight hole. Then she started to move her cunt on my finger, pushing down, her urge to fuck taking control.

Now I wanted to take it further, not rushing it but just to take it past the kind of groping she would get from younger guys. I slid one more finger into her luscious cunt and then pulled my mouth away and got onto my knees next to her, still with two fingers feeling her tight hole stretched around them, looking down into her eyes, open now, looking at me.

With my other hand I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped and pulled my thick hard cock out for her to see. She looked at it for a moment, she was flushed and breathing hard, and without a word she lifted her head and moved onto one elbow and brought her mouth up to my knob, glistening with my pre-cum. She looked into my eyes then at my hard knob.

Now she took hold of the base of my cock with her hand and started to suck and lick the last four inches of my cock. I put my thumb on her clit and started rolling it around feeling how wet she was, stretching my fingers apart to open up her tight cunt, feeling her moans through the vibraton on my cock more than I heard them. God was her cunt tight.

There is some kind of connection between my fingers and my shaft when I am fingering hot wet cunt. I could almost feel her cunt on my cock from the sensation I had in my fingers. Now I was holding her head with one hand, pushing my knob deep in her mouth while she worked my cock with her hand and mouth, and I worked her cunt, feeling it open and hot.

We hadn’t said a word for 10 minutes and now my cock was aching for the thick wet lips of her cunt. Gently I pulled my cock out of her mouth and let her head down onto the pillow. With my free hand I pulled one of her legs up and moved between her legs so my cock was hanging hard and thick inches from her cunt. She was looking at me wide eyed, panting.

I eased my fingers out of her cunt and with the same hand took my cock and put the hard wet knob between the lips of her cunt. I rubbed it up and down til I found the sweet spot, and looking into her eyes I used my hips thrust it just a little and looked down to see her tight cunt stretch around the knob and then down onto the shaft of my thick bulging cock as it went in.

When I looked at Mandy’s face her eyes were closed and she had an intense half smile on her face. I leaned forward and put one hand either side of her body with the only point of contact now was four inches of my thick cock in her tight hot flaring cunt. She looked up at me and softly said, “I’m a virgin.” A jolt of adrenalin went right through my body and my cock.

I let my weight push the full length of my hard cock deep into her belly. Mandy moaned and I felt her pushing up, pushing her cunt onto my cock. “Can you feel my cock inside you?” She opened her eyes and gasped, “Yes!” “You aren’t a virgin Mandy.” With that I went down onto my elbows, kissed her deep, bent my back and pushed my cock deep to the hilt.

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The card reader clicked loudly, blinking it’s green light in approval at my card and I pushed open the door. I gave another quick glance up and down the empty corridor and then held it open as she walked through. I allowed myself a glance at her as she entered the room, her tight blue dress, hugging her slim waist and showing off her gorgeous figure.

The dimmed lights flickered on immediately and the low hum of the air conditioning resonated in the oppressive silence as the door clicked shut behind us. She glanced around the magnificent suite without much interest, casually dropping her bag to the floor and peering around through the archway opposite the perfectly set bed.

Back when my company had first taken off, to everyone’s surprise not least my own, I had been enamoured by the glitz of high end hotels of my business trips. My childhood is a familiar story in a suffering country, poverty-stricken and hungry. The long days drawing out into unenthusiastic visions of my future played out on the chipped plasterboard of my bedroom ceiling.

The sense of creeping worthlessness still gripped strongly when I thought back to earlier life and I pushed the thought away. The terror at being poor ever again meant that I had grown my business carefully, only investing when it was absolutely necessary and creating such a streamlined company that I was quickly buying up the flailing competition. I lived frugally, in a modest home, only really allowing myself the taste of my success when I was on trips with hotel suites and century-old glasses of whiskey.

I had afforded myself that much at the very least, as long as I was careful to retain control.

Rachel stalked casually through the archway, into the sitting area where three long sofas sat in a U shape, facing out through the tall windows onto the orange and white starry city far below. In the very distance, you could make out the shape of the endless fields of farms, struggling to feed a growing, ravenous population.

She looked completely at ease, as though she had seen the inside of every hotel room in the city and was only moderately impressed by the antique wooden bar or the small open plan kitchen beyond the sitting area. She was utterly beautiful, by far the most gorgeous creature I had ever set my eyes on in person. She was slightly taller than me, with long blonde hair, slightly curled which draped down across her back and her round, pert breasts. She wore a light blue dress, almost exactly the same shade of blue as her eyes, which turned around and fixed upon my own.

“Drink?” She offered, her smile bright white and perfectly complementing her small nose and high cheekbones. There was a small mole on her right temple, a small blemish which seemed only to enhance her beauty.

I nodded and she turned to the bar, tracing her long white fingers in the air as she picked out a bottle from the fridge. I didn’t see which one she picked but I could tell it was one of the obscenely priced bottles of champagne which the hotel would no doubt add a crippling surcharge to the bill. I said nothing as she busied herself opening it, taking the opportunity to look at her slim body hugging the fabric of her dress. The smooth curve of her hips made my heart flutter in anticipation. I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life, standing in a hotel room with a woman more stunning than any I had ever known, knowing that I was about to bring a fantasy to life which I had never confided in anyone before.

She poured me out a drink, handing it out to me and I accepted it with shaking hands. Slightly smiling, she clinked her glass against mine and took it and the bottle over to the sofa where she sat down and crossed casino oyna her long smooth legs. The blue dress rode up a few more inches against her endless, slim legs and I felt a twinge of arousal.

“Sit down with me,” Rachel said, gesturing at the other end of the sofa from me with her glass. With my heart racing, I complied, nervously sinking back against the leather and attempting to look casual. Her voice was soft and low, a comforting sound and very sweet which made her seem all the more attractive. Her soft voice seeming to contradict her glaring, strong beauty.

“Don’t be nervous,” she said, encouraging me to drink. I laughed quietly and took a long sip, the glass barely left my lips before she leant forward and started to top me up again. “People are sometimes nervous at first, why don’t we get to know each other a little better? Let’s play a game, we’ll ask each other questions and we have to take a drink after each answer.”

I hesitated. I knew that call girls could sometimes blackmail their well-known clients, whilst I wasn’t a movie or a rock star, I would definitely suffer from being exposed. I had made sure to use a fake surname when I called the agency, stressing the need for discretion which had been thoroughly assured by the seductive voice which had answered.

“OK, how old are you?” I asked unsure, feeling like she was about to laugh at me but she answered without a beat.

“Twenty four.” Rachel took another long sip. “What about you Jack?”

Although the sound of her using my name gave me shivers, I inwardly cursed. I should’ve used a fake first name too. “I’m twenty eight.” I took a long swig from my glass, once again finding it topped up before I had lowered it completely.

Rachel raised her eyebrows and nodded impressed. “You must be doing alright for yourself Jack, a place like this and so young.”

I shrugged awkwardly, like I did when anyone made a comment like that. “Was that your question?”

Rachel laughed, a crisp clear sound which made me smile too. “No, it wasn’t. OK, are you in town for business or pleasure?”

Now, I laughed. The sweet tang of the champagne was quickly making my senses swim. I could smell her perfume, something floral and intoxicating, from across the sofa and I occasionally found my eyes drifting from her face to her flawless body, legs curled underneath her on the sofa.

“I’m here on business,” I answered. When she gestured for me to go on, I let go of my concerns. “I work for a tech company, we’re opening up a warehouse around here and I’m here to help out and report back.”

It was a minor lie, but I couldn’t help sense there was a flicker of irritation in her eyes. My company made drones and worked on artificial intelligence algorithms to operate them without human input. It was very bespoke and it was unlikely many people outside of the industry would know who we were or what we did. I pushed aside my worries though, attributing it to the champagne, of which we were on our second glass.

“You sound very important.” She said with another smile. “Big important executive then?”

I shook my head. “Just another cog in the machine.”

Rachel nodded and stared at me as we both drank some more. We spoke for a long time and looking back I try to remember whether I felt some kind of premonition about this girl, whether some kind of supernatural warning as to how much she would change my life and everything about what I thought I knew about myself. I know now that I gave too much away, concentrating too much on revealing only the barest half-truths to her questions and completing missing the bigger picture I was building. Whether or not I did sense anything, I was simply too aroused and too drunk to notice it.

“So, you discussed my fee with the agency?” She asked, pausing until I nodded. “OK, and they told me about your…” Her blue eyes dropped to my groin. “…preferences.”

I didn’t know how to respond, the conversation was difficult enough to do over the phone, even with the impersonal nature of it, and in person I was too awkward to answer straight. Rachel however, probably only needed to see my flush to have her confirmation.

“You ever do this before?” slot oyna She asked me, her finger tracing the outside of her glass.

“My preferences, or calling an agency?”

“Both, I suppose.”

“I haven’t done either, this is my first time on both accounts.”

Rachel smiled at me. “Are you a virgin?”

I shook my head. “No, I’ve had a couple of partners. Just my first time telling anyone about my fantasy.”

Rachel got up, placing her glass on the table and sitting close to me on the sofa. I felt my heart racing and my cock stiffening slightly, just having her bare leg touching mine and the smell of her perfume filling up my senses.

“I’m so honoured, to be the first one who knows,” she whispered. She kissed me on the lips unexpectedly, they were soft and tasted of her lip gloss. She leaned down and kissed my neck, expertly bringing me to arousal without having to even touch me.

She leaned back suddenly, pressing a hand against my chest and meeting my eye. “I can make your little dreams come true tonight, but I want to know if you’re serious. I need you to commit to it, and promise you will do everything I say, when I say it.”

I was taken aback by her suddenly taking charge. I was so aroused, my breath was coming fast now. I didn’t hesitate, I nodded my head and guaranteed her control over me. Rachel smiled widely and jumped off me, I heard her rummaging in her bag and she quickly came back around in front of me. She gripped the bottom hem of her dress and pulled it up, most of the way up her thigh slowly, then straddled me before she got too high.

Rachel sat back on my knees and smiled at me. In her hand she had a small plastic ruler and my heart gave another strong flutter as my eyes fixed on it.

“You said that you wanted to try a little humiliation, but I need to know what I’m working with.” She said, running a finger along the length of the ruler. “I need to know how much of a man you are, or aren’t.”

She laughed and pulled open my belt, I lifted my hips to let her pull it out from underneath me. It was thrown across the room and she quickly popped the top button of my trousers and drew down the zip halfway. I was visible tenting with my erection, the weight of her body on top of me was exquisite as well as the excitement of what the night would bring.

“OK, this is your chance to impress me.” She said, running her hand over her breast, grabbing the perfect bosom and looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Get it really hard for me. Try as hard as you can.”

She batted my hand away as I tried to reach up for her. She made little groans of pleasure as her hand ran all the way over her breasts and down the sexy curve of her stomach as she leant over me. My cock responded, pushing against the restrictive fabric of my trousers until she suddenly leant back, pulling at my waistband bringing my trousers and boxers to my knees in one motion.

Her hand immediately went up to her mouth, barely stifling a laugh as my cock lay exposed and full erect under her gaze. “Oh,” she finally managed to say, struggling to keep her face straight. Her long fingers reached out for me, deliberately using her thumb and forefinger to slowly stroke me.

Rachel slowly held the ruler against me, holding my cock still with her two fingers as it twitched and I grew more and more aroused. I could already feel my orgasm building, knowing my inferiority as a man was about to be laid bare to another for the first time.

“Just under four inches!” Rachel exclaimed. “Wow, I was expecting you to have a little cock but that it just ridiculous. I feel so sorry for you sweetie.”

“I’m going to cum!” I moaned out suddenly. Rachel let out another loud bark of laughter and stared down in delight at my cock as beads of pre cum were already leaking out of it.

“Oh, a quick cummer too,” She laughed at me, stroking at my cock pinched between her fingers as I thrust upwards. “Don’t you just tick all of the boxes!”

“Come on, come for me sweetie. It’s going to feel so good isn’t it? Give me that little bit of spunk from that tiny, pathetic little cock.” She whispered angrily at me, massaging my small balls as she stroked me to completion.

I canlı casino siteleri moaned out, cum shooting from my cock. It sprayed up against her dress, darkening the fabric, and other streams of it ran down the ruler as she placed it over me. She continued to stroke me and whispered in my ear as I fell back gasping.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. It’s more cum than I expected. I bet you wanted to shoot it into my tight pussy didn’t you but I wouldn’t even be able to feel your ‘itty penis would I? Little boys like you don’t get to shoot their little spunkies in pussies like mine though, do they?”

She dropped me with another laugh and I lay half collapsed into the sofa, gasping as I rode out my orgasm. Rachel got off me and I closed my eyes, my orgasm still pulsing around my body. My head was swimming, I tried to figure out how much of the champagne we had drunk but I couldn’t fix on any details. I don’t know how long I lay there, unable to move with the ferocity of my climax but I barely noticed her return until I felt her massaging my cock.

“Oh, goodness.” Her voice seemed to float to my mind from a great distance. “It’s gets really little when it’s soft!”

I murmured my agreement. She lifted up the ruler again, pulling my flaccid cock upright and laughing loudly as she exclaimed I was just an inch and a half now. I knew it was the right decision to have this dream come true, I knew that finally I was in the place I should be. All those hours of fantasising and watching interracial and humiliation porn and now it was coming true for me.

I felt Rachel’s hand pushing against my balls and I started to lift my head, feeling her push me back down. “Keep your eyes closed.” Her voice whispered to me. “Keep them shut, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

I felt something tight press itself around my balls, a cold sensation. I wanted to open my eyes but it was far easier to lie back with them pressed shut and feel myself floating on the waves of pleasure. As I always did, I felt a small amount of guilt and regret when I came, the earnestness of my need to cum when enjoying cuckold and humiliation porn blocked out any of the doubts I had, which inevitably came crashing back after I’d cum.

I pushed away the desire to suddenly ask her to leave, I’d paid a lot for her to come here and I thought I might as well see it all the way through. It did concern me a little though, I wondered if she was putting a cock-ring on me and I wondered how I would say that I wasn’t really that into pain or BDSM.

Something cold enveloped my now flaccid cock but it wasn’t until I heard a small chink of metal on metal and a resounding click that my eyes flew open in sudden horror. I saw Rachel knelt in front of me, her beauty seeming to have grown even more intense since my orgasm. The long streaks of cum were dark against her dress. She laughed and ran a finger through my sperm, bringing it to her mouth and sucking slowly, eyes closing as though deeply enjoying the taste.

I barely noticed though, my eyes fixed upon my soft cock which was now encased in thin metal bars. The padlock was clicked shut and seemed to scream it’s finality as I suddenly realised how out of my depth I was.

Rachel climbed onto me, pulling open my shirt and placing her sum spattered dress against my skin. She kissed me deeply, her tongue seeking out mine and I kissed her back despite my shock.

“You know, I volunteered for this job when it came in,” she said to me between kisses. “I’ve got all the goodies in my bag and I love taking control.”

She leaned back, forcing her finger into my mouth and my taste buds were flooded with the salty tang of my own cum. She pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing the shaved and tidy pussy which I had been desperate to taste since she walked into the room. Despite cumming so hard, I felt my erection growing, quickly pressing up against the bars in a pressure-filled agony.

“Is this what you wanted?” Rachel asked me quietly. “Here it is Jack, my tight little pussy is all yours. But, now you can’t do anything about it can you?” She laughed again at my despair as I realised how quickly this was spiralling out of control.

“I hope you enjoyed cumming baby, because I only gave it to you so I could get this cage on you.” Rachel gripped my locked up cock and pulled on it roughly. “You’re going to have to earn the next one and it’s going to be a very long night.”

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This morning was kinda special for me. I woke up early and logged into my adult online game to see if my wife Candy, a Transgender Female, was on and she was.

We talked for a bit about some things and then I dragged her to one of the virtual beds and gave her a nice blow job before I let her fuck me. I didn’t have much time to really get any relief and it left me really horny so I told her that I was going to go to school (I’m taking some college courses) flash people and get naughty. She asked me if I would play with myself when I was there and I told her of course. I told my Candy that there were chairs at the front of the entrances when you enter the school and that I would sit there and flash people as they came in.

It was cold out but I wore a short skirt, stockings, heels and a button down blouse. I put my makeup on and got the rest of my things together and headed off to school.

When I arrived at school I found a chair that was facing the doors and got ready to have some fun. I took my coat off and turned around bending over draping the coat over the chair. I wanted to give anyone sitting near by a chance to notice that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I put my other things down then turned to sit looking around to see if anyone noticed what I was doing. I noticed two guys across the entry way watching me and talking to each other. It made me horny knowing I had an audience casino oyna although my nipples were already hard from the cold and the guys could see them poking through my blouse.

I sat down and pulled out one of my notebooks and laid it on my lap as if I were working on something. This helped hide the fact that I pulled my skirt up higher to make it easier to see between my legs when I spread them for people. The two guys were watching every move I was making and it was just getting me wetter not to mention the people that were walking in that caught a glance between my legs. It wasn’t long before I slipped my hand under the book and started rubbing my clit. I thought the guys watching me were going to die when I slipped a finger inside me. One pulled out his phone to take a picture but I closed my legs and nodded my head “No” at him. He stopped and I went back to rubbing myself.

I was really getting into playing with myself when a girl I knew from class startled me. She was standing beside me smiling and told me that it was time to get to class. I quickly fixed myself grabbed my things and headed to class with her.

We sat next to each other in class (Math boring) and she kept smiling and giggling at me. She had black hair, slim build and was in her mid twenties. I asked her what was wrong and

She said “Looks like someone woke up horny this morning.”

I laughed and told her yes, she just smiled.

When it was getting near time for class to be over she whispered to

Girl slot oyna “Are you still horny?”

I told her “The feeling kinda went away, math can do that to a person.”

She laughed then dropped her pencil. As she leaned down to get it she put her hand on my leg and moved it up under my skirt. I held back a gasp but opened my legs for her. She rubbed my clit and it brought that horny feeling back right away.

She sat back up and asked me “Did that helped get you horny again.”

I smiled at her and said “Yes, now what are you going to do about it?”

She just smiled at me. I told her “I know a place where no one would bother us and you can finish what she started.”

She agreed and we headed out of class. I led her downstairs towards the receiving docks, there was a storage area there where they had extra chairs and desks that they weren’t using and it was out of the way of the main areas. I knew about this from one of the maintenance guys but that’s a different story.

When we got there and I told her about the area and she felt that it was safe. She knelled down, lifted my skirt and she started sucking on my clit. I sat down on one of the chairs spreading my legs and let her have at it.

She continued sucking and pulling my clit and slipped 2 fingers up in me and started finger fucking me. I was in heaven, I held her head to my pussy and my hips started rocking grinding my pussy on her mouth as her tongue slid inside me.

I kept biting my lip and holding back canlı casino siteleri moans of pleasure as her tongue worked it’s magic. I could feel my juices flowing and her moaning as she licked up my juices. It wasn’t long before my body started shaking and she made me cum. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard tasting myself on her lips.

As she stood up I grabbed her belt and opened her pants pulling them down, she tried to stop me at first but I was not going to let her get away. I pulled down her panties which were already had a wet spot in them and started sucking on her clit and slid 2 fingers into her pussy.

She let out a gasp which echoed in the room but I didn’t care I was going to eat this girl no matter what. I pushed my tongue deep inside her tasting her sweet cream and moaned in delight. She grabbed my shoulders for support as I my tongue swirled around her clit and into her sweet tight pussy.

I held her ass and pulled her onto my mouth as I tongue fucked her. She kept grabbing at me and moaning till I felt her starting to shake. I knew she was about to cum and I kept tongue fucking her and licking her till she squirted in my mouth. She tasted great, I pulled her to me and kissed her letting her taste herself.

We sat there talking for a few minutes and fixed our cloths. Then we walked to the bathroom together and got cleaned up. The both of us kept giggling and poking each other like 2 little girls.

After we got cleaned up I told her I’d see her next time in class. She smiled, agreed and added that we would have to take some more breaks from class like that sometime. I smiled at her and gave her a kiss then told her I’d love to do it again sometime. (Which I definitely intend on doing.)

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