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My name is Britta. I am a 40 year old widow. This is the story of how I came back to my sex life, which raises the question of why would I ever write about my sex life and let the world read about it. The answer is simple. It turns me on to think there are men or women actually reading this and masturbating. It’s like they are all cumming because of me. I find that exciting, so here goes my story.

I lost my husband in a car crash that happened four years back. It’s amazing how certain days just get imprinted in your head. The emotions, the mindset, everything just gets recorded in your head. I think it has to do with something about the strong emotions you go through. They do the job of recording everything in your head, precisely as it happened. It was a Friday. He was supposed to take me to this new restaurant in town, but he never came back home. I was dressed in this sexy black dress. I had plans. I was being naughty by not wearing any panties, but then I got a phone call, and rushed to the hospital to see the motionless body of my dear Bobby. That was the day everything changed. We never had children, we were not just ready for it. I guess we should have tried. If we had, I would not have been as lonely as I am now.

Yes, I am lonely. It’s been four years since I have been with a man. It may seem okay, but once a girl has had a cock in her pussy, she cannot live forever without being fucked again. Sex is addictive. Dick is addictive. The thought of a dick inside my pussy, in my mouth. The feel, the smell, the taste of cum. The sight and feel of a cumming dick. Shit, I am getting wet just thinking of all this.

Even though my libido was getting more and more severe, I didn’t try dating. There were always friends trying to hook me up or people asking me out, but all that sobbing lasted for an entire year. By the time I came back to my old self and life, all our savings were gone, so I had to start working.

I found a job with a local company, as a secretary. People tried flirting with me in the work place, but I simply acted unapproachable. Dating felt wrong, like cheating on Bobby. I know Bobby would have wanted me to move on, to find someone else, to be happy. I mean, I would have wanted Bobby to move on and start dating if I were the one who had died. Four years without companionship, how can you suppress your libido that long? I used to finger myself a lot, thinking of Bobby’s dick pumping in and out of my pussy, but too soon, this was not enough. I wanted more, so I went and bought a dildo. Even that would not suffice to satisfy my libido. Nothing can replace the feel of a real dick in your pussy, I guess. It was becoming frustrating now, but I still didn’t go out with anyone. The truth is, I was terrified just thinking of going on a date. What would I tell him? How would I tell him what I wanted? Bobby always knew just what I wanted. I knew I just had to do it, but I having such trouble getting started. Oh, I didn’t tell you, Bobby was my high school sweetheart! He is the only guy I have ever been with, his is the only dick that has ever been inside my pussy. Well, not just my pussy, all of my holes.

So, here I was, a horny, lonely, forty year old widow working on my laptop one day, and it just shut off. I thought the battery might be dead, so I plugged in the charger and started working again. After an hour or so, I unplugged the charger and my laptop shut off again. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the system, so I decided to call up Tyler.

Tyler is my eighteen year old neighbor who lives with his parents, Martha and Bryan. So I called Martha’s phone and told her about my laptop. Martha said she would send Tyler over.

Let me tell you about Tyler. He is a cute boy. He wears glasses and doesn’t have a big football player kind of body, but he isn’t skinny either. He looks fit, and has black hair and blue eyes. Shit, that combo always makes your heart race, doesn’t it?

I was wearing a white tank top and black pants. The straps of my black bra were totally out in the open. I heard a knock on the door so I went and opened it, and there stood Tyler. He looked at my face, smiled and said, “Hi Mrs. Hans.” His eyes wandered away from my face to my shoulders; to my bra straps and then came back to my face.

“Hey Tyler, come on in, and how many times do I have to tell you, you can call me Britta.” I walked in to the living room, and he followed me.

“So, Tyler, my laptop has got something wrong with it. It won’t work without the charger. Can you be a sweetheart and check it out for me?”

I asked him to sit down, and went in to my room to get the laptop. When I came back, he was looking out the window, and quickly looked back, smiling nervously at me.

So I handed my laptop to him, and just out of curiosity I looked outside to find what he was so interested in. The window had a view to my backyard and my clothes hanging on the clothesline. Standing out, in the middle of the line, were a black bra and a pair of panties. casino oyna So I started wondering why he would be nervous about that. Then I remembered the way his eyes went to my bra straps when I opened the door. Could it be that bras turn him on, did my bra turn him on? The thought was kind of interesting. No, interesting is not the word. I found myself blushing, and my heart sped up. I kept watching him, and I saw him looking at me from time to time while checking the laptop. He would look at my face, and then my shoulders, and then go back to the laptop. I wanted to confirm my suspicions. I have to say I was getting turned on by the thought that this 18 year old boy was after one of my intimate pieces of clothing. So I said to him “Tyler, I forgot to bring in my laundry. If it rains now, I won’t have any bras or panties to wear tomorrow.”

That did have an effect on him. At the mention of my bras and panties, he suddenly turned his head and looked at me. He just stared for several moments and swallowed hard. I guess he didn’t know how to respond to that. I went outside, took all my clothes off the line and brought them in to the living room where Tyler was working on my laptop. There were five bras and panties along with a lot of other clothes.

I laid the pile of clothes on the sofa next to me, and looked at him. Now he was looking at me, my shoulders and then the pile of clothes. He continued this for a while, and I was sure he had a fetish for bras, and maybe even panties.

After a while he told me that the battery was faulty, and he could test his theory by taking my laptop home and trying his laptop battery in it to see if it would work. He smiled at me.

I wanted to repay him, and a crazy thought passed through my head. Maybe I could give him one of my bras, but I was afraid that would embarrass him. So, I figured the least I could do was to give him some alone time here with my bras, and let him decide for himself. I said “Tyler, thank you so much, you are such a big help, and I didn’t even offer you anything to drink. Where are my manners? Wait here, okay?”

Before he could protest I went into the kitchen, got some juice and cookies, and waited about ten minutes before heading back into the living room. He looked very nervous as I gave him the juice. He seemed to be in a hurry. He drank the juice quickly and ate one cookie, then stood up, saying “Britta, I should get going.”

I said “Okay, do check out whether the battery is the problem or not, and let me know. Oh, wait take my number so you can text me about it”

We exchanged numbers and he hurried out of the house. I sat down on the sofa and checked the pile of clothes. One of my black bras was missing. He must have stuffed it in his pocket. I felt oddly aroused thinking of that.

I couldn’t get the thought of him having my bra out of my mind. I just kept thinking about it, and I started wondering what he would do with it. Would he wear it? No way, it would never fit him, his frame was so much larger than mine. Why else would he want my bra? Would he look at my bra, imagining me wearing it and jerk himself off? Would he use it to stroke his dick? I started imagining him naked with my black bra wrapped around his dick. The image of him jerking with my bra started making me wet. I was lying on my bed, and my fingers found their way to my pussy. I was more turned on, and my pussy was wetter than it had been in a long time. I started rubbing my pussy, and soon I was using my dildo. Would he cum in my bra? Oh it would be so sexy if he filled my bra cups with his cum. It would be so hot to see his cum all over my black bra. Shit, I wanted to taste his cum. It wasn’t long before I climaxed, and it was too long since I had such an orgasm.

I knew I couldn’t let this go, but there was a small feeling of guilt. I mean, it started off as fun, but now I wanted more. I knew I wanted more from Tyler. Giving him my bra was just a favor to this teenage boy. I was still thinking about it, getting turned on by it. I masturbated repeatedly while thinking of him, and now I knew for sure; I wanted more than this. I wanted to do things with him. I was so confused. There was a voice in my head telling me I should let go, I am young, I should live my life. Bobby would have wanted this. The voice was telling me to relax, and see where this goes. Maybe it was time, and I convinced myself I could stop before something got totally out of hand

I had to know what Tyler was doing with my bra, but I didn’t want to embarrass him. Maybe I could help him, give him more of my bras. He was, after all, a teenager with raging hormones. The thought of him using my bra was again turning me on.

I knew this need in me was not just a forty year old woman’s mid life crisis. This was the result of four years of loneliness and not having sex, not having a dick stuffed up my pussy. I always had loved cum; the smell, the taste, the feel. It always turned me on, and the thought that he might be filling up my bra with his hot slot oyna cum was such a turn on.

So I started devising a plan. The next day Tyler called me up and said that it was indeed a problem with the battery. He was standing in a computer shop and was calling to ask me whether he should buy a new one. I said fine, and he said he would return the laptop by that evening. I was so excited to meet him again

So I dressed up for him. I wore a white tank top and a black bra. The bra straps were out and the black color of the bra stood out clearly through my light white top. Just in case, I wore my best pink lace thong. What if he had a panty fetish too?

I was very excited as I waited for him to come by. He finally arrived, and when I answered the door, he hurriedly handed me the laptop and charger. I paid him for the battery and he turned to leave.

“Wait Tyler, are you forgetting something?” I asked.

He just stared at me with a blank face.

I said “Well, what all did you take from here? My laptop, you returned that. The charger, you returned that too, and didn’t you take something else?”

I could see his face go pale. He swallowed hard, and stared at me. He said “Wh- what Britta? I don’t understand.”

I said. “OH you don’t, do you? Hmm… let me ask you something. How do I look in this outfit?”

I could see he was very tense now.

He said, “U look good Britta.”

I said “Do you like my top, my white top?”

“Yes Britta.”

“How do I look in it?”

“G-g-good”

He was stammering.

I said “Oh, just good? I thought I looked sexy. With the bra straps showing and all. Do you think that is sexy, Tyler, when a girls bra straps are showing?”

He knew he was caught. He just stared at me

I walked towards him. “Tell me Tyler, do you like bras? Do you just like black bras, or all bras?”

I took his hand, and put it on my boob. He just looked at my face and then his hand on my boob. He looked at my face again and bit his lip and then squeezed my boob. A moan escaped my lips, I wanted him. All of my devious planning fled my mind, I just couldn’t resist kissing him. Oh, It felt so good to be kissed again. The feel of your lips being sucked by someone, especially your lower lips. The feel of someone’s tongue on your lips, then the feel of sucking on a tongue and the feel of your tongue being sucked.

After the kiss I looked at him, his eyes were closed. I asked him “What did you do with my bra?”

He replied, “I used it.”

“For what, Tyler?”

He once again looked tense, he looked down at his hand on my boob and squeezed it once more, which must have given him some of his confidence back. He said, “I used it to stroke my cock, and when I came, I filled the cups with my cum.”

Oh, that was such a turn on, the thought of his cum in my bra cups. I asked him, “Well, do you need more bras”

His face lit up, “Oh yes, Britta.”

“But, you have to do it in front of me, I want to see it.”

He looked at me, I couldn’t make it out whether it was confusion or shyness in his face. He just stared at me.

I said, “Okay, if you don’t want to, it’s fine. You won’t get to enjoy these.”

As I was saying this I walked away from him, but while I walked I removed my top and threw it on the floor.

He called, “Britta!”

I stopped and turned, giving him the full view of my upper body. My black bra was kind of skimpy. If he looked carefully, he could make out my nipples, especially since they were erect.

He just looked at them and swallowed hard.

I asked, “Yes, Tyler?”

That woke him from his trance. He looked at my face, and then unbuckled his pants and let them fall. He was wearing red boxers underneath. He pulled his boxers down and there it was; a six inch dick erect and thick. His pink head looked so good, so tempting. He started stepping out of his boxers.

I told him, “I want your boxers.”

He didn’t hesitate, he just threw them to me.

I looked at the boxers and examined crotch, it had a wet spot. Shit, the thought that this wet spot was for me was such a turn on. I looked at him, he was looking at me. He looked so cute standing there with his erect cock pointing at me. I looked at his cock and told him to stroke it.

He took his dick in his hand and started stroking it. Shit that looked so hot. I asked, “Baby do you need my bra?”

He nodded, so I unhooked my bra. I could see his breath become faster. I looked at his eyes, they were on my bra covered boobs. I slowly let one strap fall from my shoulder. Now one of my boobs was exposed. My right breast was out, my pink nipple exposed for his pleasure, and he started stroking that hard dick. I removed my bra fully, and I stood there topless before him. I threw the bra to him, he caught it and wrapped the bra around his dick and started stroking with it.

The sight was so arousing, I couldn’t help myself. My hands went to my chest and I started pulling my nipples; canlı casino siteleri before I knew it, my hands were inside my panties, rubbing my pussy. I was unbelievably wet. I started rubbing my clit. When he saw what I was doing he started stroking even harder, as if he was possessed. Suddenly he moaned, “Britta Im gonna cum’.”

I told him, “Catch your cum in my bra cup.”

He had already started cumming, and it was getting all over the bra. He kept on stroking and my bra was covered with sticky, white cum. Seeing this made me cum. It was awesome. It was the best orgasm I had in years. I took my hand out and it was wet with my pussy juice. Seeing this he called out, “Britta!”

I looked at him, he walked towards me, took my wet finger in his mouth and sucked on it. Shit, that was so sexy, seeing him savoring my pussy juice. Then he looked down at his flaccid cock and the bra in his hand.

I smiled and took the bra from his hand, putting it on right on front of him. I felt the wetness of his cum all over my chest. My nipples were coated in his cum. The smell, and the feel of his cum was wondrous; I knew I was going to finger myself again soon

He was looking at me with a totally goofy face. I smiled at him, gave him a peck on his lips and said, “You should go home. I’ll be wearing this bra for the rest of the day. Night, I’ll need the bra to rub on my pussy later. Get dressed sweetie.”

I gave his hardening cock a stroke and walked to my room. I came back in five minutes and he was fully dressed. He looked at me and smiled, saying, “Bye, Britta.”

I smiled and said bye. When he turned away I called his name and threw a red bra to him. He looked back and caught it. I said, “I expect you to catch you cum in this bra’s cups tonight, okay. I want these bra cups all wet and smelly with your cum tomorrow morning. I’ll be waiting for you , I don’t have any other bra to wear to work.”

You should have seen his expression. He stared at me with his mouth wide open. I again pecked him on his lower lip. He closed his mouth and smiled, then walked out the door.

I stayed in the bra until bedtime, by then all the cum had dried up. Still, knowing that I was wearing the bra that he had cummed in was so arousing, it was keeping me constantly wet. I didn’t want to remove the bra even before going to bed. I stripped down to my bra and panties and started playing with my pussy, thinking of what Tyler was doing with my bra this time.

Speak of the devil. My cell phone beeped, telling me I had a text message. It could be work, so I had to stop fingering myself and check the message. It was Tyler saying hi.

I replied, “Hi baby. What are you doing?”

The reply was a picture. It was the picture of his crotch. He had my red bra wrapped around his dick. He was fully erect and his pink dick head was glistening with pre cum. Shit, that was such a turn on.

It was common courtesy to send a picture back. So, I took a picture of my panty covered crotch and sent it to him. He could totally see my wetness in the panties. I stood up and sent him a picture of me in bra and panties, to show him I was still wearing the same bra he cummed in. His reply came, “You are so wet, I wish I could have those panties.”

I replied, “Ha ha, you can have anything you want baby. How is the soaking of my bra going?”

He replied, “Cummed in it twice already. We have all night, I want to see your boobs. Can you come online?”

He wanted to see me, and I was going to see him jerk. I switched on my laptop and he called me in Skype. When his video loaded, there he was, stroking his cock with my bra. That was all I needed to see. My fingers automatically went inside my panties and started rubbing my pussy.

Then he typed me a message in Skype, “I can’t talk. I might end up waking up mom n dad. Oh Britta, show me your boobs”

This 18 year old boy, half my age, was telling me things to do. He was using me for his pleasure, and it was such a turn on.

I took off my bra, and he sent another message, “Pull your nipples for me, think of me, there, pinching your nipples.”

I did, I pinched both my nipples. I pulled on them. I rolled them between my fingers.

“Oh Britta. That is so hot. Now, wet your fingers with your spit and then pinch your nipples.”

I did.

“Oh yeah Britta. Think of my mouth on your nipples. Me biting you, hard, on your nipples, my tongue all over your nipples. Pinch your nipples hard Britta. Think of it as my teeth and pinch your nipples hard. Roll them between your fingers, and think of your nipples being rolled between my teeth. Pull on your nipples, and think of me biting your nipples and pulling on them.”

Shit, this boy was good at talking me through this. I was doing everything he told me to and my nipples were rock hard. He could see that. He typed “Oh Britta look at those hard erect nipples. You don’t know how badly I want them in my mouth. How badly I want to feel it with my tongue.”

I used my hands to lift my boobs, like I was offering them to him, and typed in, “Feel free to come in and suck on them whenever you want, Tyler. Is that all you want, just my boobs? I have a whole body, remember?”

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=== Friendly warning: Parts of this series include incest between a man and his father ===

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The dinner was a little awkward. Since we caught no fish, we just ate some canned goods that we brought from the city. Nobody said anything during eating, everyone just kept staring into their own plate. I don’t know why, but I kept blaming myself… Were things going to be like this from now on? Is this going to be the most awkward trip ever?

After we were done, I expected Hunter’s dad to excuse himself and disappear for the night, but he hung around with us at the table. He seemed like there was something on his mind, but wasn’t sure how to express it properly. After a while, he finally opened up.

“I’ve got an old bottle of whiskey hidden in the cupboard, would anyone like some?”

Hunter and I instantly replied “yes” in unison. If there was something I needed, it was a very tall drink. Mr. Cooper stood up and walked up to the cupboard, where he pulled out an old, dusty bottle. I was never too much of a whiskey fan, but by god, I was up for something with high alcohol content in my stomach.

He poured the three of us very tall glasses of whiskey and raised his one in a toast.

“Cheers,” he said, before putting the glass to his lips.

“Cheers,” me and my boyfriend repeated after him, and we let the shot slide down our throats. I didn’t like the taste at all, but it felt a little calming. Before I even managed to put the glass back on the table, Mr. Cooper was already filling up another one.

“So… what we did today isn’t exactly what a family should do on a trip,” Mr. Cooper started.

I heard Hunter sigh before he started talking.

“I know, dad, it was just that-“

“However,” Mr. Cooper interrupted him, “There really isn’t anyone around to judge us for what we may or may not do here, or am I wrong?”

He gave both of us stern looks, as he pulled up the glass to his lips. Hunter and I looked at each other and followed his example. Hunter’s dad let out a burp as he put the glass back on the table.

“Hunter…” he said, turning to his son, his tone very slow and careful, “You’ve overstepped a couple of lines today. How many more exactly would you be willing to overstep?”

I saw a smile forming up on Hunter’s face as he reached for the bottle.

“Depends, dad,” he said, pouring us another round, “How far would YOU be willing to go?”

“This isn’t a dare, Hunter,” Mr. Cooper spoke, voice all strict and fatherly, “I’m trying to make sure I’m not hurting my son.”

“No need to be scared, dad,” Hunter replied carelessly, “I’m an adult, after all. And I’m willing to see exactly how far can we push this. It was actually on my mind for a while.”

Mr. Cooper raised his eyebrows and smirked back at Hunter. There was a curious spark in his eyes.

“Was it really?”

Hunter picked up one of the glasses and handed it to his father. As Mr. Cooper reached for it, I saw Hunter put the glass into his hand and stroke the back of his father’s palm with his fingers a little bit.

“Yeah… you didn’t think those worn jockstraps of yours were just disappearing from the dirty laundry basket, did you?”

Mr. Cooper let out a laugh, as he downed another shot.

“I see I’ve raised quite the pervert!”

Hunter just shrugged at that and drank his own shot. I smiled to myself and downed another drink before I saw the gaze of Mr. Cooper landing on me for a change.

“And what about you, Gary?” he asked me, his tone serious again, “How comfortable would you be with taking part of a little… exploration of ours?”

I opened my mouth to speak but then felt Hunter’s hand on my lap – grabbing the rock-hard erection that was tenting my shorts.

“Yeah, I think he’s in,” he said in a playful tone, as he tugged on my dick a little bit.

“I still would like to hear it from his mouth,” Mr. Cooper continued, his eyes still a little bit concerned, “Gary?”

“I would be disappointed if you did it without me,” I said with a smirk. Hunter and Mr. Cooper looked at each other for a very long time, before Mr. Cooper stood up.

“Meet me in the living room in about five minutes,” he ordered us before he left the kitchen. Silence ensued, only interrupted by the crickets outside in the dark. I turned to my boyfriend who looked as excited as ever.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked, this time a little concerned. This was a huge turn-on for me, but I knew there was nothing really at stake for me. For Hunter, though – I couldn’t help but worry. “I mean, he’s still your dad.”

“Exactly,” Hunter said to me, “He is the man I’ve been lusting after ever since I discovered masturbation. This is… kind of a dream come true for me.”

His eyes met mine and he let go of my dick.

“Are you ready to see what he’s got? It might get a little wild.”

“I’d follow you anywhere,” I said to him, smiling. We both got up from our chairs – the alcohol making my head spin casino oyna just for a second – and both walked out to the hallway.

The living room looked very comfy. With a giant fireplace right in the middle of the wall, cracking and casting shadows all over the room and the giant, leather sofa, the atmosphere was perfect. What made it even more perfect, though, was the man sitting in an armchair in front of us. Mr. Cooper, my boyfriend’s father, as naked as the day he was born. With his powerful shoulders and the burning look in his eyes, he looked almost like a king sitting on his throne. His beautiful, hairy body was in full view – a magnificent, furry chest, strong biceps, just a bit of a belly, thick looking calves and – finally – his fat, beautiful cock that would make any gay man drop on his knees right away and suck it dry, just resting there on his thigh.

It felt a little eerie. Hunter and I both walked up to the center of the room, not saying a word. I could practically feel Hunter’s overexcited heartbeat and the cock growing in his pants. I felt Mr. Cooper’s gaze scan us from top to bottom, his dominant nature practically seeping out of the pores of his skin. The image of him sitting there put every other man on the planet to shame – except for his son of course, who was gazing right back at him, confidently, eagerly. I was finally looking into the eyes of the alpha who conceived the dominant stud of a man I was dating.

“Let’s begin,” Mr. Cooper spoke, in his no-nonsense voice, “Hunter, your boyfriend seems to be wearing a little too much clothing for this temperature. Help him out, would you?”

I felt Hunter step behind my back with no objections, his strong hands running up my chest and slowly lifting up my t-shirt, making a lot of unnecessary – but welcome – body contact. I obliged him and pulled up my hands, letting Hunter take my t-shirt away from me. It fell on the carpet and Hunter didn’t waste any time – his hands traveled back over my naked chest and stopped at my fly. I felt his raging hard dick pushing against my ass as he was unzipping me, letting my shorts fall down to my ankles.

“No underwear tonight, huh?” Mr. Cooper smirked at me, “Almost as if you were expecting something to happen, right? Perfect. Lose those socks, Gary. You won’t need any kind of clothing for what’s about to happen.”

I went to bend down but Hunter was quicker than me, eager to strip me down as soon as possible. I already felt that he was getting pent up and that his dad would get quite a show. My dick was getting harder and harder and I could almost feel Mr. Cooper’s gaze on it.

“Beautiful,” he said, before turning to Hunter, “Now you. Gary, strip my son out of his clothes.”

I turned to my boyfriend, whose chest was pulsing from the fast breathing. His hardon was the size of the Eiffel Tower, tenting in his cargo shorts. I started out slow but soon couldn’t control myself as I uncovered his beautiful, muscular torso. I loved Hunter’s body and I could spend hours and hours exploring it even though I’d already known each and every part of it. It was impossible to compare the two men. Hunter’s body was more toned and lean, with a fair amount of hair on it. His father was much hairier and beefier, also sporting a belly that his son didn’t have. I couldn’t decide which one was turning me on more.

My hands unzipped his shorts and let them fall on the hardwood floor. Hunter was wearing his favorite red pair of boxer briefs tonight, with the front of them already moist from his precum. I looked at his father, who gave me an approving nod, as I pulled them all the way down to the floor.

“Hmmm…” I heard Mr. Cooper say in a satisfied tone, “Like father, like son, huh?”

“Depends. What you like to do with yours?” Hunter asked, looking at his dad with a smirk, with his hand playfully playing with the base of his cock, waving it in my face.

“I’ll show you… if you show me first,” Mr. Cooper attuned to the teasing tone, with his fingers reaching for his own dick, pulling the foreskin all the way back and revealing the beautiful, full tip, all shiny from the precum. They were playing a small game with each other, full of tension. Both wanted to see who would break the barrier first.

Hunter’s hand ruffled my hair and pulled them back playfully.

“I like to fuck this little slut senseless,” he announced, “Would you like me to show you that?”

“You bet your ass, son,” Mr. Cooper growled, his dick throbbing and leaking drops of precum slowly coating his whole dick. The tension in the room was reaching its maximum.

Hunter leaned down to me and whispered in my ear, with that domineering tone of his that I could never resist.

“Get on all fours, bitch boy.”

“Yes, sir,” I sighed, letting the almost painfully intense needs overtake my body. I got on my knees and elbows, as he requested, presenting my ass up in the air like a very well-paid whore.

“Now,” Hunter’s dad interrupted, “There’s no need to be so shy, slot oyna is there, my boy? Get over here and lean into my lap, it will make you more comfortable.”

I nodded and crawled all the way to the armchair, to face Mr. Cooper’s hairy calves. He opened them up for me and I wrapped my arms around his burly thighs. His groin was now right in front of my face and his scent hit my nose immediately – the sweaty, tangy smell making my mouth water.

“That’s much better,” he smiled back at me, as he smacked his wet cock against my forehead, splattering his precum all over my face, “Hunter, while your boyfriend washes the stank of my balls, you can fetch the big bottle of lube from the drawer over there.”

“Will do,” Hunter nodded and walked right over there in a hurry, while my mouth got onto his dad’s low-hangers and started lapping up all the masculine flavor off of them. I was surprised to see Hunter so… obedient. He was usually extremely dominant with me in the bedroom, but I guess his dad’s presence mixed things up a bit. Seemed like they were playing tug of war – each one playing dominant for a minute.

I felt Mr. Cooper’s hand on the back of my neck. He was grunting heavily as I worshipped his balls with my tongue, his hard cock resting on my face and covering me more and more with his sticky liquid. The guy was basically a walking faucet! I soon heard my boyfriend coming back and immediately kneeling down behind my back. I let out a gasp, as the cold liquid of the lubricant met with my opening, immediately being pressed in by my boyfriend’s impatient finger. He spread a generous amount of lube inside of me before I felt something else pressing against my hole.

It was at that time when his dad tilted my chin up and my lips met the underside of the sticky tip of his dick.

“Enough of that. Suck on my cock while my son fucks you, Gary.”

That sentence was almost enough to make me cum but I managed to hold it. I put my mouth over his bloated tip which muffled my moans from my boyfriend spreading my ass with his cock slowly. I heard him panting behind me as he slowly started picking up speed – my ass was already used to his cock, so he didn’t need to hold back that much. I felt him hitting up my prostate which made me moan like a slut and slobber all over Mr. Cooper’s cock.

Focus, I was telling myself. I was horny, sure, but I still wanted to do a good job pleasuring both of these men. I slowed down on the blowjob and started paying more attention to the uncovered tip of Mr. Cooper’s dick. My tongue was lapping and circling around his most sensitive area while my hands rubbed his shaft eagerly. Based on the sounds he was making, I think he was enjoying it.

“You really found a good one, Hunter,” he said in between grunts, “You really did, son.”

“Thanks, dad,” Hunter replied, just before he really leaned into it and started fucking me twice as hard. His dick was sliding in and out of me like my ass was molded for it. Feeling him inside of me felt so right and reassuring – not to mention it made my dick leak onto the floor like crazy. It motivated me to suck more and more of his dad’s cock, letting his taste slide down my throat, gulp after gulp.

The room was filled with sounds of the fire cracking in the fireplace, the moist sounds of bodies smacking against each other and grunts of two powerful men, dominating me from both ends at the same time. Three men having the time of their lives, with the sexual energy through the roof. I loved Hunter’s hands on my hips just as I loved his father’s fingers stroking my hair. I wanted this to last all night.

“Fuck, what a hungry little whore…” Mr. Cooper whispered as he thrust his cock against my throat impatiently, “You’re a lucky man to have the privilege of fucking such a tight, little ass, Hunter.”

“Would you like to give it a try, dad?” Hunter said, not missing a beat, “You always taught me to share.”

That idea sent an electric shock of excitement through me. Having a man as burly as Hunter’s dad in me was an intoxicating thought. My eyes shot up to see his face, with a tiny bit of reluctance in it.

“I… I never really…”

“Fucked a guy in the ass?” his son finished the sentence for him, as he pulled out his cock, “Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”

“You’re right, son,” Mr. Cooper nodded, “Tonight is about pushing our limits. What’s your take on this, Gary?”

I pulled his fat cock out of my mouth and licked my lips.

“I’d ride your beautiful cock any time of the day, Mr. Cooper.”

Both he and his son chuckled at that. Hunter grabbed me by my arms and helped me up. Mr. Cooper looked up at me and put his beefy hands on my hips, directing me onto his lap. I climbed on the armchair and slowly started getting down, aiming my ass at his cock. Hunter’s arms were still wrapped around me, rubbing my chest and my pecs, while his cock prodded at my back. I felt his hot breathing at the back of my neck and moaned as I felt the canlı casino siteleri crown of his dad’s tip prodding at my asshole.

“Ooooh, fuck!” I heard Mr. Cooper exclaim loudly in his booming voice, “It’s so much tighter than a woman’s… dammit…”

I saw him close his eyes and clench his mouth closed, his right hand digging fingernails into his palm. He was obviously on the edge, surprised by the tightness of my hole, and was trying not to cum too soon. That was so weirdly flattering that I almost blushed. Hunter noticed this also and pulled me back up to give his dad some time to recover.

He managed to hold it and soon breathed out and relaxed, letting his son push me down and take more of his dick. I went slowly and patiently. Even though he was a little thicker than his son, I could take all of his length and girth with ease, but I wanted this to last more than a couple seconds.

He was looking into my eyes, sweat glistening on his hairy, drenched chest. He kept the whole length of his cock deep inside me for a while, before his arms grabbed me by my hips and started thrusting into me. I moaned and yelped, my prostate getting taught a lesson. With my ass slick from both the lube and his son’s precum, he was able to start riding me almost as fast as Hunter did before, spreading my ass nicely with his powerful dad dick.

I was bouncing up and down, cries of lust escaping my throat, with my hands leaning on Mr. Cooper’s sweaty shoulders. Hunter decided to tease me some more with his fingers playing expertly with my nipples, which were hard as diamonds. I couldn’t believe I made it that far without cumming.

“So fucking tight,” Mr. Cooper sighed, giving my ass a nice, strong slap, which echoed throughout the room.

“Tight, but flexible,” Hunter added from behind my back, “The little whore doesn’t look like it, but he can easily take two dicks at once!”

“Two dicks at once?” his dad asked with a doubtful tone, as he glared as his son. Hunter chuckled and turned to me.

“What do you say, bitch boy? Wanna show my dad how far you can go?”

Fuck… it was a while since I got double penetrated. About a year ago, by Hunter and a college friend of his. I remembered it being really painful in the beginning… but after I got through the initial shock, I experienced one of the most powerful climaxes in my entire life. I knew that if these two did that to me at that moment, it would surely send me over the edge – no reach around necessary.

“Go for it,” I begged, “I want both of you inside me.”

“You heard the boy, dad. Scooch over,” Hunter said in a playful tone before he got closer. His dad opened up his legs some more and allowed his son to sort of kneel between his thighs. Then, his dad pulled out completely and helped me up, resting his sticky cock onto my loosened asshole.

“Get ready for it, Gary,” Hunter whispered, as he put one of his hands on my shoulder for balance, “You’re about to get fucked by two generations of the Cooper men at the same time. That might leave you a little sore in the morning.”

Hunter pressed his throbbing dick against his father’s without any hesitation and they both started pushing them up against my little hole. At first, I was almost sure that it wouldn’t fit. But then suddenly, my hole opened and accepted both the man’s tips inside me in almost a second.

I’m not going to lie – it hurt like hell for the first couple of seconds. I felt a little tear dripping from my closed eyes and my throat was howling. Both men paused at that, giving me time to accommodate their huge dicks being rammed inside me. It didn’t take me long before I was ready to continue, though. The pain subsided quickly and was left only by the sensation of the two cocks demanding to pleasure me. I loosened up and started riding them both – slowly at first, but speeding up seconds later.

“God…” Mr. Cooper exhaled in awe, as he shook his head, “What a horny little devil… I’m not sure how long I can last with this kind of treatment, boys.”

“It’s okay, dad,” Hunter reassured him, “It’s not a competition. Go for it.”

Little did either of them know that I was closer than anyone of them could be. How could I not? I was getting railed by my stud of a boyfriend and the man that raised him to be the biggest alpha fucker in my life. I felt both of their dicks, rubbing against each other, coating me with their precum from the inside, savagely attacking my sweet spot. Riding both of their dicks was stretching my ass to its absolute limit and made my cock throb almost painfully.

I only managed to hold off for about a minute. Then Hunter decided to play with my nipples once more while he was fucking me at the exact time his dad wrapped his fingers around my shaft. It was too much – way too much for my fragile body. I cried out and let it happen. It felt like a bomb exploding in my belly, spreading warmth over my entire body. It actually hurt a little when my dick starting spewing out precum, flying up and splashing Hunter’s dad right in his surprised face. He got two loads of my thick cum right into his beard and the rest of the generous batch splattered all over his hairy chest. I was surprised by the size of the load!

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Whilst walking on the path in the park, Kirsty and Martin were chatting about what just happened. Kirsty felt wetness forming on her knickers as a dirty thought entered her head.

Kirsty gently pushed Martin against a small brick wall and got on her knees. She unzipped his flies and grabbed his soft placid penis taking it gently away from his pants. She started to work her hand on his foreskin and yanked it back quite roughly.

“That’s right cumslut I like it rough,” moaned Martin.

Kirsty moved her lips closer to his now semi hard cock, she licked the end of his cock whilst running her tongue all around the end. His cock hardened quite fast and when it seemed fully erect Kirsty put her whole mouth over his cock. She moved her mouth all the way down his penis and sucked then gently moved her lips up his shaft whilst sucking. Martin was breathing heavily as his cock started to grow hard.

Kirsty held the base of his cock with her right hand and with her left hand she fumbled with Martins trouser button and pulled them to his ankles. She extended her left arm and positioned it through his legs, started to touch his bum cheeks. Martin was in pure heaven really enjoying the sensations on his penis and lower body.

Martin opened his legs slightly wider apart and lowered himself against the wall. Kirsty managed to get a finger to his anus and rubbed it around his bum. She carried on sucking him as she managed to get one finger in his anal passage.

Martin pushed his bottom hard on her finger and it popped deep inside his butt. She started to wank with her right hand as well as licking and sucking casino oyna his cock. This was getting to much for Martin and he started to lose control. She felt warm sperm enter her mouth and she started to lick his cock hard whilst she firmly wanked him. She was still wiggling the finger inside his arse and could feel it was getting quite sloppy.

Another shot of sperm entered her mouth, it felt thick and stringy especially as she her tongue was still going around his cock. At this height of pleasure Kirsty gently scrapped her teeth on his erupting cock, just on its head. Her hand was tightly yanking his foreskin back allowing all his sperm to easily ejaculate and she jammed another finger of her other hand deep in to his bottom.

Kirsty carried on for a few more minutes until no more sperm came out. She pulled her fingers out of Martins backside. Martin looked at her in the moonlight and slightly lighted park, Kirsty put her finger to her mouth and sucked on it hard. It didn’t really taste of anything untoward but it made her feel like a slut. She then started to lick his cock clean and used just her tongue on him until her gently pushed her away. Martin pulled his trousers up and took her hand.

“Come with me slut,” Martin said with a perverted look in his eyes.

Martin took her for a walk to the other side of the park underneath the rounded arches in the lagoon. It was quite dark in that spot.

“Get your fucking clothes off, sit on the floor and and hold your slutty tits up for me,” Martin commanded.

Kirsty Pulled her top off, she stepped out of her jeans and unhooked her bra, she left slot oyna her knickers on and sat on the grass.

“Trust me, put your fingers in your slut pussy and make yourself cum,” Martin said in a soft voice.

In the shadows, Kirsty watched Martin undo his zip, he pulled his cock out and started to very gently stroke it, he started to rub his soft cock around her cheeks.

Kirsty rubbed her clit, she opened her legs as wide as she could and allowed her other hand to forcefully enter her own cunt.

“Good cumslut, let me know when you are close to your orgasm,” Martin said in a commanding voice whilst still rubbing his soft cock around her face.

Kirsty was really getting close to her orgasm, she kind of squeaked out “gonna cum soon.”

A few seconds later Kirsty then felt fresh wet warm piss leaking from Martins cock. Kirsty had her mouth closed as it dribbled off her lips down to her breasts, past her tummy to her clit where her hand was furiously rubbing.

“You better taste some slut, you owe me after last night,” mumbled Martin.

Kirsty still had her mouth shut as Martins piss went into full stream. He aimed his piss to her lips but she didn’t open them. In a perverted way Kirsty was rubbing her clit hard enjoying this dirty wet sex. The warm pee was magic on her throbbing clit. Kirsty was on the brink of one of the quickest cums in a long time, she opened her mouth to get some air and that’s when Martin forced his pissing cock into it.

“That’s right slut, taste it drink it.”

Kirsty was hitting full orgasm whilst she swallowed the first mouthful of Martins warm salty canlı casino siteleri piss.

“Good piss slut.”

Martin removed his cock from her mouth aiming the piss flow at her breasts as her pussy was warming on her fingers as she came. Martin finished his piss by slapping his pissy cock in her face to get the dribbles out of his foreskin. He pulled it right back and wiped it over her piss saturated face.

He stood over Kirsty, neither of them saying anything and Kirsty drenched, face to feet in his urine. Martin then lowered himself slightly and his cock was in line with her face. She moved her lips closer to his cock and started to lick it clean. She licked all the stringy cummy piss from his soft penis.

“Still coming back to mine?” asked Martin.

“Nah, I’m going home to shower, maybe another time,” Kirsty replied.

Martin grabbed a handful of her hair and started to rub it on his cock.

“Just drying myself,” He said. He then turned around and walked off.

“I will give you a treat tomorrow night at 9 o’clock, it will be best you do not make arrangements as I am sure your cum slut needs will be met,” Kirsty heard Martin say.

Kirsty sat there for a few minutes thinking what a dirty nasty slut she was turning into and what a fucking night. She had a bad taste of piss in her mouth and was pissy wet all over. With that thought and feeling Kirsty got dressed picked up her coat and bra and wandered off home.

After a hot soak in the bath, Kirsty was on her the net arranging two more meetings. She told both it was going to be a mini threesome, one with an older man named Dell and the other was Pete again. She made sure both lads would be at the park at 8.30pm and thought to herself, fuck what Martin said I’m a cumslut.

Tomorrow was going to be fun.

To be continued…..

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Tara and Suzie signed up for my computer class together. They arrived together, sat together, and went home together. Tara is an Indian lady of undetermined age, and Suzie is an American around 50. Suzie had been in an accident that gave her seizures from time to time, and destroyed her fine motor skills. Tara seemed to be the driver and mover behind the team. Tara is about 5ft 4in tall with black hair and silky sooth mahogany skin. Her breasts are large and heavy, and go with her rounded hips. She has a thin layer of body fat that makes caressing her more fun. Suzie is a little shorter and much plainer looking. Her skin has been ravaged by years of smoking.

Both of them were new to computers and everything took them much longer that the remainder of the class. I stayed behind to go over the class work with them and give them one on one tutoring. I would kneel between them and help one then the other. Tara would lean against me when I was helping her. She wore silk blouses and the feel of her skin through the material was too much for me to pass up. I would put my left arm behind her and hug her when I demonstrated some computer skill on her machine. I would leave my arm around Tara when I turned to the right and helped Suzie with something or another. Once or twice I allowed my arm to slide down her back and I gave her soft, yielding ass a gentle squeeze. Tara did not acknowledge my hand, but she did not pull away from it either. Suzie was oblivious to anything that might be happening between us.

In about the third week of school, Tara asked me if I would come to Suzie’s house and help them with a couple of things they were having difficulty with. I told them that I had 2 hours between classes and would do it. I followed them when they drove the few blocks to Suzie’s house. Suzie led the way into her office and turned on her computer. She wanted me to sit in front of it, but I made her sit down and had her do all the steps to turn on the machine and open the program we were working on. I knelt beside her and Tara said that she would use the restroom.

I was showing Suzie a couple of short cuts when I heard Tara come back. I looked up at her while Suzie was intently staring at the computer screen. Tara held up her panty hose then quickly smiling broadly at me before she stuffed them in her purse. She came and stood directly behind Suzie and bent over her shoulder to watch the operations. I put my right hand on her calf and slowly slid it up the back of her thigh to her panties. I squeezed her ass through her panties and under her skirt. Tara looked at me and smiled while I pressed on with Suzie’s lessons. I slid my hand back down Tara’s leg and slid my fingers under her panties. She turned to me and mouthed the word “No!” but I completely ignored her and squeezed her ass cheek and wondered at the smoothness of her flesh. casino siteleri

When I ran the tips of my fingers down her ass crack Tara spread her legs and bowed them a little to allow me free access to her pussy. I slid my index finger down over her anus and slid into her sopping pussy. She moaned a little, and then said, “Oh that is how you do that”, to cover her moan.

I said, “Yes! That is the best way”, I said as I buried my finger in her flaming cunt. Within 6 or 8 strokes Tara was starting to come. To cover her orgasm, she said, “I will have to try to do that real soon.” She moved away from me a little and I pulled my hand out from under her skirt and while looking her in the eyes, I put my fingers into my mouth and licked her come from them. Tara’s eyes got big as saucers and she said, “I have never seen anyone do that before.” Suzie said, “Yes you have, he did that in class this morning.” Both of us chuckled because Suzie was so clueless as to what we had just been doing.

Tara said, “Suzie, would you mind going over to my house and bring that luncheon casserole back while he shows me some of those wonderful moves?” Suzie said, “Sure, but you will have to give me your house key.” Tara got her key from her purse and ushered Suzie to the door and locked it behind her. When she came back in the office and pulled her skirt up around her waist as she said, “Fuck me like the worthless slut that I am.”

I said, “You are not a worthless slut, but rather a princess.” Tara leaned over the back of the couch with her butt in the air and said, “No! Just fuck me like a worthless slut. I am a worthless slut for allowing another man to play with me when I am married.” To accentuate her statement she reached behind her and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. Her pussy lips were swollen and very wet as I stepped behind her and pulled my pants down and slid my dick all the way into her hot welcoming pussy. My white dick with its purple head contrasted with her dark flesh. She grunted as my dick bottomed out and her wonderful ass mashed against my thighs.

I said, “You are going to get the fucking you deserve you worthless slut.” Tara moaned and said, “Yes! Yes! Have your way with me. Fuck me like the worthless whore that I am.” Her talk inflamed me and I drove all the way into her really hard three or four times. On the next stroke, I pulled out of her pussy completely and slid my slick cock up the crack of her ass scuffing it across her anus before I pulled it down and thrust it back into her pussy. After three or four sets of that I was ready to come and as I rammed it back into her pussy I could feel her beginning to come.

That sent me over the edge and I came like gangbusters in her yawning pussy. My knees were wobbly and I leaned against the back of the couch as Tara slid in a heap at my feet. slot oyna She was gasping, and her chest was heaving. I reached down and pulled her face to my cock. She said, “No! No! You cannot do that. No one has ever done that to me before. It is filthy.” I pressed my flagging cock against her lips and said, “Suck me and lick our come off of my cock you worthless slut.” That did it. She opened her mouth and took my dick in and sucked it for all she was worth. The more she sucked it the more she liked it and I encouraged her by calling her a worthless slut and a sluttish cocksucker.

I heard a noise at the door and quickly stepped back and pulled up my trousers. Tara was confused and tried to pull my cock back into her mouth. I said, “Not now, Suzie is coming back.. Tara hopped to her feet and went to the front door and unlocked it before ushering Suzie back in. They set the table and we all sat and had a wonderful Indian lunch. I ate and ran, but promised to come back another day and teach them both more tricks. At the door Tara was standing behind Suzie when she said, “I hope you enjoyed the taste of lunch as much as I did.” She smiled a wicked smile and licked her lips.

Our next class meeting was uneventful. Tara smiled at me a lot and there seemed to be a twinkle in her eye. After class they dawdled and I helped them with some of the problems before we all walked out together. Outside Tara asked me for something that I could have easily given her in class. I looked at her and she winked, so I said yes, but they were in my truck. Tara turned to Suzie and handed her the car keys and said, “Please open up the car and get the air conditioner going and I will be there in a minute.” When Suzie agreed, we headed off towards my truck. When we were out of earshot of Suzie Tara said, “I feel like such a slut when we do things together.”

I said, “You are not a slut! You take good care of your husband? You make love to him whenever he wants it? You raised your children to be good people?

Tara nodded agreement to each of my questions. I said, “Well, you are just getting some of the things that a beautiful woman needs. Every woman wants to feel like a slut and do slutty things from time to time. It is just natural. Perhaps your countries customs don’t allow a wife to be that way with her husband, but all women need it sometimes.”

“I really felt like a slut when you forced your big dick into my mouth. You were fucking my slutty mouth like you had just fucked my pussy.” Tara said in a rush.

“I did it because I knew that you really wanted to feel slutty. I would have been more gentle, but I knew that you wanted me to use you.” I said.

She nodded agreement and said, “This talk is making me horny again. I am feeling very slutty.”

“I told her that I would hold her in my arms and kiss her when we got to my truck..” canlı casino siteleri I said as Tara trembled beside me. When we arrived at my truck I opened the passenger door and moved her between the door and me. She was blocked from all but the closest scrutiny. I pulled her into my arms and covered her warm, yielding lips with mine. One hand slid over her back and across her rump to pull her firmly against me by her ass while the other slid up over the silk of her blouse to capture one of her heavy breasts in my hand. Her mouth opened and welcomed my tongue as I ground my stiff dick into her belly. When the kiss broke, I was pinching her nipple through her blouse and bra and she had both arms around my neck.

She put her head on my chest and said, “I want you to fuck me again.”

I gave her nipple an extra pinch and said, “I will, but not here.”

She chuckled and said, “You make me so horny. I am a worthless slut.”

I said, “Get in the truck.” As I pulled her skirt up and helped her to pull herself up on the front seat. I had her skirt up to her waist and slid my finger under the leg of her panties and into her fur. She thrust her hips forward to give me better access to her pussy. Tara’s eyes closed as I slid two fingers into her as she spread her legs to accommodate my entry. I finger fucked her for a little while before I pulled my hand out from under her panties and I licked the finger closest to me, savoring the rich flavor of her womanhood. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion and watched, as I tasted her on my fingers before I slowly pointed my two fingers towards her lips. She leaned forward and opened her mouth to take them in. Her tongue swirled around my fingers savoring the taste of her own juices. I pulled my fingers from her sucking mouth and her head followed my hand as I replaced my fingers in her yawning pussy.

She said, “Aah!” as my fingers went deep into her pussy. I pulled back and captured her clit between sopping fingers and thumb and rotated it in a teasing manner. Tara was gasping and moaning loudly so I looked around the parking lot to make sure we would not be seen. When I made sure that the coast was clear I increased my agitation of her clit and made her come on my fingers. She bucked her hips and moaned loudly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. When she came down from her peak, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and put them in her mouth. She took them greedily and licked all of her juices off of my hand.

I said, “Time to go. We don’t want to make Suzi suspicious.”

Tara said, “I can’t go yet. I have not given you anything.”

I said, “Tara, my darling, you have given me everything. Now scoot.”

She said, “Yes, we don’t want her thinking something is going on.”

I handed her a couple of sheets of paper and told her that she should go back to her car alone. Tara agreed and I kissed her one last time tasting her lovely lips and pussy juices together. I watched her tug at her panties through her skirt as she walked back towards her car.

To Be Continued…

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any occurrence in real life.

3. Please note this is a revised version of the story in response to readers’ feedback.

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Marilyn walked confidently through the impressive doors of one of the top legal firms in the city, unfazed by the size and grandeur of the reception area. As the top marketing executive for a large multinational company, she was very familiar with the trappings of quality and expected nothing less.

“Good morning Mrs Hudson,” greeted the middle-aged legal secretary/receptionist. “Humphrey told me you’d be calling in this morning and he just needs your signature on the forms here for us to proceed. If you could just sign here and here,” she pointed to the spaces marked with a small tag, “Then it will all be done.”

“I’ll need to read it all first,” replied Marilyn, “I never sign what I haven’t read.”

“Oh, alright, if you insist. Most people just sign the form and trust that it’s all legal and above board, but if you wish to read it first then feel free to do so. There’s a comfortable chair and desk over against the far wall. Can I bring you a cup of anything?”

“Thank you. Coffee please, white with no sugar.”

Marilyn left for the chair while the receptionist pressed a bell push on her desk.

As Marilyn settled into the overstuffed chair she noticed Steve had already signed the forms. She placed her hand over his signature, emotions welling up as she thought of all the other forms they’d signed together over the years. She placed the forms on the desk and took out her favorite pen, the one Steve had given her as part of a set for her last birthday a few weeks ago. She thought it ironic that she was going to be using that pen to begin divorce proceedings.

She thought back through time, how they had attended the same high school, and how gracefully he had danced with her at the graduation ball, their first date. She thought how young and carefree they’d been back then, the world at their feet, the bright endless future ahead, and compared it with how she felt now. Her eyes teared up as a young intern brought her a cup of coffee and some plain biscuits.

“Is there anything else you need, Ma’am?” she asked politely.

“Yes, do you have a box of tissues please? I seem to have a runny nose all of a sudden.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” she replied, returning a few seconds later with a small box. “You may keep these,” she informed her. No wonder legal fees were so expensive, she thought. She took one and patted her eyes gently before blowing her nose.

She remembered how they attended college together, he studying the sciences and engineering, she focussing more on people skills and social aspects, exploring what made people tick, what their motivation was for doing the sometimes idiotic things that they did. They both graduated top of their streams from college and attended the same university, he studying engineering, she psychology then marketing.

They were officially recognized as an item by their peers from the start, neither even looking at another as a potential partner. The joy in their eyes when they were together was plain for all to see. Those were wonderful days, full of interesting academic challenges, the days of carefree youth. She remembered her 18th birthday party with all her friends on the lawn of her parents’ large house on the beach, the warm breeze off the calm sea, the waves lapping on the beach as they partied the night away. Then the surprise weekend away shortly afterwards when Steve took her to a beautiful resort, in wonderful, peaceful surroundings where, on a blanket under the stars, she lost her virginity as they made love for the very first time. She relived the fear of possible pain, the relief when it was trivial and the joy of mutual love fulfilled for the first time. She remembered the glorious ache after making love again and again, five times the first night, three the second. She unconsciously hugged herself at the memories.

She remembered their marriage, again on their parents’ lawn, overflowing onto the private beach. The joy, the speeches, the commitment to each other, forever, as she became Mrs Stephen Hudson. Nobody could have been happier than Steve and Marilyn at that moment. Then their honeymoon, the beautiful Caribbean resort on the beachfront, walking along the beach, watching the moon, a few days past full, rise out of the ocean into a cloudless sky, its reflection shimmering on the water amongst the reflections of thousands of stars as wavelets lapped at their feet. They had taken a blanket with them and laid that on the casino siteleri sand and made love under the vast expanse of the heavens as husband and wife. Oh the joy of those blissful, carefree seven days of honeymoon.

Marilyn remembered their graduation with masters degrees, Steve in structural engineering, herself in marketing. Then the hunt for work, the hopes, the rejections, the persistence and their support for each other. She remembered their first jobs, her working as an advertising agent for a local newspaper, him as a junior structural engineer for a construction company, both so proud to be considered worthy of even these relatively low paid positions.

She remembered how they struggled to buy a home, mortgaging themselves to the hilt, borrowing money from parents to pay for the basic furniture they needed, their biggest luxury being a large comfortable bed. She smiled as she thought of the long, lazy Sunday mornings lying in bed together, honouring and caressing each other and making love gently and sensuously several times before eating breakfast in the early afternoon.

She remembered the joy of being head-hunted by the local branch of a large multi-national corporation to lead their marketing division while Steve was appointed head of the design team at his work. Still he dreamed of being an independent consultant, but first he had to do the hard yards and gain industry experience.

“Oh Steve,” she muttered, caressing his signature on the page, “Why did you have to do it?”

Once more tears came to her eyes and she dabbed them away, realizing she hadn’t even started to read what she was supposed to sign. She pulled herself together and settled down to read, until she came to the part regarding custody. She couldn’t help it; she simply burst into tears and sobbed into a tissue. She remembered the joy she felt when Dr Mathers confirmed she was pregnant with Sally. She and Steve had gone out to celebrate with a beautiful five course meal and dancing, although being pregnant, she avoided alcohol. The pregnancy seemed to last forever, yet in retrospect it was over in a moment. She took maternity leave from work and had beautiful, healthy baby Sally, a gorgeous child who was now eight and, of course, topping her class in elementary school, just as her parents and doting grandparents would expect. On her return to work she had been told that head office wanted her to move to New York as chief executive of the international marketing team, a huge promotion.

She remembered how Steve had supported her, promising that they could return frequently to Florida to visit their parents, Sally’s grandparents. In return she’d promised Steve that her far higher salary would allow him to establish his own consulting business in New York, a huge step up for him as well. They remembered the sad farewells as they departed, taking many of their belongings, selling their first home and arranging to buy an apartment in Manhattan, a seriously poorer lifestyle in a far more crowded environment, they agreed, but a stepping stone to their dreams.

She remembered the joy of Dr Reeve confirming that she was pregnant with their second child, and the absolute devastation a few months later when she miscarried. Tears fell from her eyes at this memory, landing on Steve’s signature. She brushed them away angrily, smudging the ink in the process. The support she received from Steve, who was also devastated and very busy as he strove to establish his own business, was wonderful and made up for the lack of available support from near friends and parents.

She relived the relief and joy when confirmation of her third pregnancy came shortly afterward, with the tension of the next nine months in case the unthinkable happened yet again. The joy and relief of Brian’s birth was incredible, with both sets of parents flying up to meet their new grandchild. More tears flowed at the memory, this time tears of joy.

She sat back and drank her coffee quietly, taking a break from the memories and the emotional wringer that she was putting herself through. The receptionist had apparently been watching her closely and came over to talk with her.

“Is everything alright, Mrs Hudson?”

“Yes, fine thanks,” she said lifting her teary eyes to meet her gaze.

“Listen, dear, there is no point in putting yourself through all this, you know. Just sign the papers and we’ll do the rest. It’s easier that way. What he’s done to you is unforgivable and he deserves everything he gets.”

Inside Marilyn bristled. How would she know? Yes, he’d admitted adultery, he’d agreed to a divorce, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t contrite. It didn’t mean that he didn’t love her anymore, or any less, and it certainly didn’t make her love him any less. He was still her Steve and always would be. And who was the receptionist to judge what was forgivable and what was not?

“I’ll be the judge of that, not you,” Marilyn replied tersely.

The receptionist retired quickly, recoiling from Marilyn’s sharp retort.

Marilyn slot oyna returned to her memories, thinking of her wonderful children, now six and eight, of the beautiful home they had recently purchased beside the ocean with grounds for the children to enjoy, a peaceful haven away from the madness that was central New York. She’d met Tracy at a social event Steve’s business put on for staff and families last Christmas. Before a blazing log fire in their huge entertainment room the twenty or so staff and families talked socially. She, of course, had been hostess, tending to drinks and nibbles and mixing and mingling with everyone. Tracy was a young college graduate with a great body and reasonable intelligence, Marilyn quickly assessed. She surmised that it wasn’t just her intellectual abilities that had proved attractive to Steve, noticing the way his eyes followed her as she walked across the room. After all, she reasoned realistically, she was now in her mid-thirties, didn’t have near the sexual appetite she had even a couple of years ago, and she knew that new blood was always a lure for men, no matter what the potential costs.

However, Marilyn had been devastated to arrive home early ten days ago to prepare a surprise birthday dinner for Steve, only to follow a trail of frilly underwear to their bedroom where Steve and Tracy were doing a little more than discussing business. She had thrown Tracy out, almost literally, and given a very contrite and embarrassed Steve an earful. In the heat of the moment she’d used the D word, had moved out of their bedroom to the spare room, sobbed herself to sleep and the following day she told Steve that he had to find somewhere else to live and she wasn’t prepared to share their house with him. The result of this was she was sitting here in her attorney’s vestibule, crying like a baby over a piece of paper.

What to do, oh, what should I do, she sighed.

She looked into the possible future they had had, a bright glowing future of fun family times, laughter, joy, challenges and achievements. Of watching their children grow and flourish. Of living in a beautiful home with good friends, loving husband and family. She knew that once she signed this paper under Steve’s signature, all this would be gone. They were all there until that time. Once she signed, she was committed. To what? To loneliness, nights alone in a big bed, two children to care for alone unless Steve received custody, as he well may, in which case she had no husband and no children except for visiting days. They would need to sell the house and she may get 50% of it, then again, if he received custody, she may end up with far less and still have to pay alimony. That was a lose-lose situation as far as she was concerned. As a marketing executive, she avoided even win-lose situations like the plague and always aimed for win-win situations, encouraging her staff to seek out the best solutions to challenges. Now more than ever she needed to heed her own advice. What would a win-win outcome look like in this situation, she wondered?

Unforgivable! The word stuck in her throat. Nothing was unforgivable. The only thing stopping people from saying ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I forgive you’ was ego. It was a fear of backing down, of appearing weak, of maybe admitting that you may be partly at fault; a fear of someone else taking advantage of you. People, especially in the big apple, avoided that at all costs. Their self-esteem was fragile enough without having to admit they may have been partly to blame and forgiving was simply unheard of. It meant that you were prepared to overlook something instead of taking all you could while you had the advantage; offer a hand of friendship and reconciliation instead of kicking your opponent while he was down, or punching him while he was on the ropes. Anyway, who was the opponent? Steve; my darling, loving and lovable husband, she realized. Tears again filled her eyes at what she was about to do to him, to her children, to her and to them all. There had to be a win-win situation and she was determined to find it.

She thought back to when she attended Sunday School and later church with her parents; remembered how the preacher had taught forgiveness and that the Bible taught people to love their enemies. Steve, an enemy? Hardly. Was Tracy the enemy? If so, should she love her? Unforgivable! The word caught in her throat. Images of loving her enemy, loving Tracy and Steve, went through her mind. She made her decision.

She took another tissue and wiped her eyes, blew her nose, replaced her pen in her handbag, picked up the piece of paper and, while looking the receptionist in the eye, tore it in half once, twice, a third time then a fourth. She left the pieces where they were and walked out without a word.

Once in the busy street, breathing deeply of what passed for fresh air in New York, she took out her phone and speed-dialled Steve. Tracy answered. She felt her body clench up, then with a conscious effort she relaxed.

“Good morning Tracy, Mrs Hudson canlı casino siteleri here. Can I speak with Steve please.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs Hudson, he’s with a client at present. Can I take a message?”

At least she had the formalities right, thought Marilyn, she hadn’t just gone to pieces as some people would. Maybe she was practiced at speaking to her lovers’ wives.

“No,” she said, her voice hardening, “What you can do is to put me through to him and make sure he answers. Do it now please.”

There was an instant’s silence, Tracy clearly wondering what to do, then she made the best choice, remembering the saying about hell’s fury and scorned women, she dialled his extension, presumably speaking with Steve before transferring the call.

“Hello, darling,” Steve’s soft voice come on the line.

“Sweetheart, I’ve just been to my attorney to sign the divorce papers. Can we please meet in an hour at our favorite café, you know, the one by Central Park?”

“Why do you want me to do that?” he asked.

“No questions, can you meet me there in an hour or can you not?”

Steve sensed she was determined and that this was important, vitally important.

“Yes, I’ll be there.”

“Thank you, darling.”

Marilyn disconnected and started walking to the café. She idly window-shopped as she walked, her mind churning with what had to be said, what had to be done, a tiny thought coming through which could just possibly, perhaps, maybe be a solution. If it was agreeable to both Steve and Tracy, she thought she may be able to accept it also. It was certainly light years better than any other idea she had.

Steve was a few minutes early, a good sign decided Marilyn, who was adept at reading people. They selected a secluded table, ordered and engaged in small talk while waiting for their meals. Once they were delivered they began to discuss the business at hand — themselves.

“I went to the attorney’s all set to sign and then got to thinking about us, about our courtship, marriage, the highs and lows, and eventually I reached a decision. Thinking through our lives together I realized we’d been through many things, many joys, many sorrows. We had come through these because we supported one another. Right now I know you need my support more than ever, just as I need yours. I decided there had to be a better way. So I tore up the paper and walked out.”

Steve looked stunned. “So you don’t want a divorce? You don’t want to kick me out, take me to the cleaners?”

Marilyn was silent for a long time, slowly eating. “Part of me does, but most of me doesn’t. And the part that doesn’t is winning. The part that does just wants to get revenge, to hurt you, regardless of how much it hurts me. It doesn’t care. It’s also called ego. What does your ego want?”

Steve did a double take. This wasn’t at all how he’d thought this meeting would go. He had expected Marilyn to be gloating about her victory over him, about legally being able to bankrupt him, to destroy his dreams, to rub his face in the dirt, yet here she was talking about herself not wanting to do this, realizing that she couldn’t hurt him without hurting herself even more. And she hadn’t even used the kids as leverage. What a question. What does my ego want, he thought.

“I guess that my ego enjoys the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush of the possibility that Tracy and I would be discovered. It is blind to consequences. It is prepared to hurt others for instant gratification. I’m sorry, honey, really, really sorry. I know that I hurt you, betrayed your trust, broke my wedding vows and I deserve anything and everything that you choose to do to me. However, I promise if you take me back it will never happen again.”

“Yes, I guessed as much. I wonder how much of that is just words? I wonder how much you regret being caught rather than regret your actions. It is usual, I would expect, for men to show remorse when they’ve been caught being unfaithful. It is usual for them to make promises, such as you just have. It is also usual for them to renege on those promises, especially as you admit you like the thrill of the chase and the danger of possibly being caught. However, I also believe that nothing I say or do can change you in any way; the only person I can change is me. So first I need to apologize to you. I’m sorry that I’m not as interested in sex as I was, sorry that I’m not young and nubile like all the Tracys in the world. But I was once and if you look in the mirror you’ll see that you’re not as young and virile as you once were, and your ego resents this so chases young skirt to prove you’ve still got what it takes. Darling, as far as I’m concerned, you’ll always have exactly what it takes to keep me happy.”

She watched as tears welled in his eyes. He blinked them away, his ego unwilling to allow a woman, even his wife, to see him express his emotions in this way. So how could he answer that? What should he say now, he wondered? She’d completely hit the nail on the head, had told him exactly how he felt, provided the exact reasons that he would have provided if he’d had the guts to say it, or the perception to realize it. He did the best thing possible; he remained silent, wondering where this was leading.

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This story is a continuation of a wife who has a one night stand with a mysterious man and the implications it has on her life…

The hotel room phone rang. My eyes open slightly. My mind was still dazed as I looked at the clock.

6:00 AM

My flight would leave in two hours. I lifted my tired body out of bed. I was nude; a bit tired, but not hung over. I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the lights. I was taken aback by the woman standing before me in the mirror: my long blonde hair was a complete mess, my still-perky breasts hung well but the nipples were red and raw. My eyes trailed down by body to my sex. My little bald pussy was swollen.

Freshly used. Aching.

I looked back at my face in the mirror and noticed, for the first time, the crusty dried residue of my lover’s semen. I reached up and touched it. Crusty cum covered the entire left side of my face into my hair. I suddenly felt humiliated. I had given myself to a complete stranger. I let him fuck me however he wanted. He used me, and then marked me as his slut by cumming all over my wanting face. I didn’t even know his name.

My mind immediately thought of my husband. He was home waiting for me. Completely unaware of the dirty slut I had become.

Craig was always good to me. But our sex life had become stale. We would only make love a couple times a month. It was often over minutes after we started, leaving me unsatisfied. I frequently had to use a toy, after he had finished, in order to climax.

Last night was different.

That mysterious man was completely in control. He put me on my knees, fucked my face, then stretched my pussy. He made me scream and beg for more. He showed me exactly how much of a slut I could be.

And, I loved casino siteleri it.

As I recalled the previous night’s events in my mind, I felt my body begin to respond. My breasts became sensitive. I watched myself in the mirror, as if I was a voyeur watching a sexy exhibitionist play.

My well-manicured fingers slid up my body. My dark red nails gently scraping up my tummy under my breasts. I cupped both of my C-cup tits, squeezing the slightly. The contrast between the soft white flesh that had gone protected from the sun and my well-tanned skin made me giggle. My lover the previous night had not even bothered to remove my bra.

My fingertips found my nipples, pinching them simultaneously. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? You dirty little slut.” I whispered to myself.

My knees weakened as I pulled and pinched my nipples. They were long and pointy, like pencil erasers. Most boys I had been with, loved to play and suck on them. I had even cum once from just having my tits played with. It was a long time ago, with a distant lover.

My pussy began to moisten as I played with my tits. I squeezed them roughly and pulled on the nipples, elongating them. I lifted my right breast upward as far as it could go as I leaned my head down looking at the woman in the mirror. My long tongue stretched, the tip finally just flicking my erect nipple.

“Oh, god.” I exclaimed.

Goosebumps covered my body as the realization of who the slut in the mirror was came to me. My pussy was flowing. I needed release. I needed to cum. I reached down and slid two fingers into my pussy. I was already soaked.

I slid them out and brought my well-lubricated fingers to my left nipple, swirling my juices over slot oyna it. I wished there was a sexy man to lick it clean.

I brought my fingers back down my body and inside my dripping folds again. I began to tremble as I slowly slid the index and middle finger of my left hand in and out while my right hand still cupped my breast. I squeezed and pinched my right nipple.

“Didn’t get enough last night, slut?” I taunted myself in the mirror.

I watched as my fingers slid in and out of my meaty bald cunt. I always had a bit more vulva than other girls. My husband used to love to suck on my outer lips. Pull them with his mouth, even nibble on them, but not anymore. I loved the way it looked as I slid my fingers in and out, the pussy lips almost grabbing at my fingers.

My legs were becoming weak. Spread slightly in front of the mirror. I stopped.

Pulling my fingers from my pussy I noticed the glistening moisture dribbling down my inner thighs. I slowly brought my fingers to my mouth, smiling at the slut in the mirror. I slid them in, over my tongue and lips, sucking hard as I did. I then slid them out, putting on a pornographic show for myself. I began to give my fingers head.

I delighted in my taste. I tasted sweet and clean despite the late night fucking. I pushed my fingers as far as they would go, tickling the back of my throat, but not far enough to gag. I loved the soft, wet feeling of my lips against my fingers as I slid them in and out and imagined how good it must feel for man to have his cock here.

I pulled my fingers out of my mouth, and found myself panting.

“That’s what you like, isn’t it? You want all of your dirty little holes filled.”

I lifted my left leg and placed it on the toilet seat. Staring at myself in canlı casino siteleri the mirror, my swollen, wet pussy opened. My left leg at a right angle, I slid my hands down my body. My left hand slid over my ass, my fingers teasing the crack of my ass, over my little puckered hole and finally accessing my wet hole from behind. I slid two fingers back in and began to fuck myself.

My breathing quickened as I began to rub small circles over my swollen clitoris.

I moaned a long, slow moan, staring at myself in the mirror.

“That’s it, pump that pussy, you filthy whore.”

My dirty talk only turned me on more as I watched myself. A droplet of sweat fell from face, landing between my cleavage. My right hand was now rocketing in small circles. My clit throbbing. I pushed the two fingers from my left hand as deep as they could go.

I moaned louder, staring at the flowing pussy in the mirror. My fingers pumped in and out as my right hand worked my clit. Faster and faster I rubbed. My pussy made nasty wet sloshing noises. I could feel the cum building deep inside me. I was ready to explode.

My body shook in violent spasms. I bucked and convulsed as I moaned and cried out.

“Fuck….”

I felt my sudden release, almost like I had to pee. I continued to pump my fingers in and out. I felt a sudden flow against my hand as I came. Moving my hand away I began to squirt. Stream after stream of clear fluid erupted from my aching pussy, covering the bathroom floor. My heart raced as I came, over and over.

I stared at the stranger in the mirror. I had never been an exhibitionist. I had never even been terribly naughty; yet here I was, with dried cum on my face, standing in a puddle of my own cum, panting. I truly was transforming into a dirty slut. What had that strange man done to me.

As I slowly came back down I realized I needed to clean up to make my flight. My husband would be waiting. I wondered to myself if he would like to new me. Was there a new me?

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Although Luci had only recently married, she yearned for the touch that only another woman could give. She had promised herself that she would be able to put her bisexual relationships behind her once she was married, but it was proving much more difficult than she had anticipated. She loved Mark so much, that was true, but she felt she was being torn apart between her desire to be faithful and the raw needs of her body that thirsted for another woman.

Yet she knew that should she give in, undoubtedly one day Mark would find out and then she would lose a wonderful man. She so needed the solid foundation that Mark had provided since they had met less than a year ago, and yet she was unsure if she could control her body’s needs.

And of course, it had all been made worse by them buying a house together and moving in next to such an overtly sexy couple. Belinda and Thomas were very friendly but if her situation was not bad enough, Belinda confided that the two of them were swingers and that she liked nothing better than being with a woman. Luci had moaned inside at the confession, particularly as Belinda had a body made for sin.

She resolved to try and keep her distance, but living next to one another that was not the easiest thing to achieve. And particularly as Thomas was forming a strong friendship with Mark, but then Belinda had told her he would, all with the specific purpose of swinging as couples. Mark could not understand why Luci was being stand-offish with their new friends, but she just could not explain what Belinda had told her. She knew he would not believe her and that Belinda would deny it.

Consequently, that resulted in tension between her and Mark, as the lack of an explanation made it appear as if she was being irrational. They walked on eggshells around each other for a while and that edginess spread to the bedroom where they hadn’t made love, or even really touched each other, for a couple of weeks. She was so trying to be good, and casino siteleri yet so horny she could cry.

That meant her sessions with her vibrator were growing more frequent as the stress of her need for some kind of release built daily. And when she masturbated, she often thought of Belinda instead of Mark. And she recalled her previous experiences with women, to such an extent she was ready to go out of her mind.

One evening, Mark told her he’d arranged for them to spend the evening at Thomas and Belinda’s and she made up a migraine, knowing that if she did go it would be the start of their neighbour’s attempts to get them to swing. But Mark was so fed up he decided to go by himself and once he had done so, it had not taken long for Luci to start the feeling of arousal that haunted her.

As she lay in the lounge watching television, she was soon touching herself and thinking of what she would like to do with the sexy Belinda. It took only a minute or two for her to bring herself to the brink of orgasm and as she played with the nipples that were now hard little bullets under her red blouse, she had to keep stopping to prevent herself from cumming. But her thoughts were so fucking deliciously wicked that she was soon gasping for breath and taking herself back to the brink of orgasm again and again.

Desperate for release, she took her vibrator from the bedroom drawer and decided she just had to let herself go. With each touch she had brought about more intense sensations than the one before and it seemed there was no escaping her desire. She began to let out her usual little grunts of arousal as she built up the pressure, the vibrator taking closer and closer.

“Fuck, girl, that’s hot,” came a voice from behind her.

She froze in mid-thrust, her hand still gripping the base of the buzzing vibrator as she looked over her shoulder.

Belinda stood there, a wicked glint in her eye as she stroked her tits through her t-shirt, clearly turned on slot oyna by what she had being seeing.

“Mark told us you had a migraine, and I came to see how you are,” she grinned, “But I see you are doing fine without me…”

She turned towards Belinda’s voice, and gestured with her other hand for her to leave. “Please go, Belinda. I feel so embarrassed!”

But instead of heeding the plea, Belinda came closer and knelt next to Luci.

“No need for embarrassment, babe. I use mine regularly too!”

Luci tried to cover herself, flicking her pleated skirt over her legs as she removed the vibrator from her thong and switched it off.

Belinda’s dropped her hand onto Luci’s arm. “Don’t stop, babe. It was so beautiful to watch, and anyway, you look like you need relief!” she said, her voice soft and encouraging.

Luci tried to struggle up. “Belinda. Go now, please.”

But the woman slipped a strong arm around her waist and held her in position on the sofa. “Here, babe, let me help.”

She eased the vibrator from Luci’s hand and deftly switched it on, the humming noise sounding deafening in the quiet of the room.

“Belinda, no…” gasped Luci, but the feel of the phallus against the inside of her thighs felt delicious.

“Please, Belinda…” she tried again, but she could feel the woman ease vibrating head against her wet thong.

“Oh fuck, Belinda, no…”

“If you mean, no,” her neighbour purred, “Why are you opening your legs?”

Luci looked down and saw that she had involuntarily eased her legs wider to accommodate Belinda’s actions, and as she attempted to bring them together, Belinda slipped the head under her thong and against her sensitive lips.

“Belinda, please…” Luci pleaded, but both women saw her open her legs wider as Belinda eased it deeper inside her throbbing body and suddenly Luci came, her amber nectar spurting across Belinda’s hand and the cushions of the sofa.

“Good girl,” she whispered, canlı casino siteleri licking along Luci’s neck “That won’t be your last cum of the night!”

She twisted the base of the vibrator to increase the speed and Luci fell back, lost to the sensations as the phallus sent electric impulses tearing through Luci’s body. All sense had gone and she immediately came again, letting out little shrieking noises as the spasms wracked through her entire being.

“So good,” whispered Belinda, leaving the vibrator throbbing inside her and moved both hands to unbutton Luci’s blouse and unhook her bra, pulling them both from her body.

“Gorgeous, Luci,” she whispered. “So beautiful. So lickable. And oh so fuckable. I’ve been waiting a while for this, you know, and now, I’m going to take good care of you.”

She pulled the vibrator away and, still buzzing, threw it on the carpet. She pulled Luci’s thong down and off her legs before crawling between Luci’s legs, lifting each of her slender legs up over her shoulders and slipping her hands up her writhing body to grasp each breast, her fingers gently tugging on her hard nipples.

Lowering her face, she softly ran the tip of her tongue across Luci’s swollen clit. Luci reacted as if an electric shock had hit her, jerking upwards and spreading her legs wider in response. She sucked it inside, her teeth pulling on it as Luci literally screamed and writhed beneath that incredible tongue. The fingers of Belinda’s right hand joined her tongue, whilst her left continued to work her breast. It took no time to bring the married woman to the boil once more.

“Want to cum, baby? Does Mark’s pretty little wife want to cum on Belinda’s tongue?”

Her words, as much as her fingers and tongue, took Luci over the edge. Her body was bucking and gyrating under Belinda’s powerful ministrations and then she cried out as her entire body stiffened before howling as if she was possessed by demons. She shuddered and trembled for longer than she knew and each time she began to recover, Belinda’s skilful thumb on her clit took her over the edge again.

“Insatiable little bitch, aren’t you,” she whispered. “Tomorrow you can do me!”

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