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I met my wife while we were in university. I had been playing with both men and women for some years by then but had never admitted it to anyone. If I was with a girl they thought I was straight and I often went to find sexual relief with men if I didn’t have a girl-friend but never told anyone about that side of my life.

When I met Linda however I knew that it would have to be different. For one thing she was up front with me from the beginning that she had been with more than one man at a time and intended to keep on that way. She made it clear that if that was a problem for me there would be no real future together. Knowing this I assured her that it was okay with me and we began and continued to have a very adventurous sex life.

One of the first times we actually had a 3some together occurred when we went to a symposium at Trent university. We traveled up to Peterborough on a Friday night and got a cheap motel room to share. We attended the symposium all day Saturday and would be back at it again Sunday before going back home. Saturday night there was a reception at the university for all of us and after a nice dinner and sometime socializing things started to break up about 10 pm.

During conversation at the reception we had been told about the fact that Trent had a coed sauna on campus. We had asked about it and got directions as well as being told that it stayed open till midnight. With that in mind we decided to check it out. We got towels from our motel and returned to the campus to find the sauna. After a few wrong turns we found it and although we didn’t have any swim suits with us we stripped to our underwear and wrapped the towels around us and went in to relax.

We had been in there for about 5 minutes when the door opened and another man walked in. He looked at Linda startled and asked what she was doing there. He then explained that although there was a coed sauna the one we were in was supposed to be for men only at which point Linda said she would be glad to leave. John, that was his name, said he didn’t mind if she didn’t and also said it would be unlikely for anyone else to show up that late. With that we sat back down and began talking.

Linda’s towel barely covered her gaziemir escort and it soon became apparent to me that John was very interested in looking at her legs as they disappeared under the very short towel. He was obviously getting an erection and I leaned over and whispered about it to Linda. She smiled and then did something that surprised us all.

Seeming to merely stretch she managed somehow to loosen the towel around her so that it fell open. At the time I think she felt that knowing she had on a bra and panties under it she wouldn’t be too exposed and was planning on teasing John and I with a bit more flesh to look at. I don’t think she had considered though that sitting and sweating in a hot sauna had soaked her clothes and when the towel dropped away the bra and panties were practically transparent. Her nipples and the outline of her pussy were clear for us to look at and John gasped when he saw them. Linda looked down and realized she was as good as naked and instead of covering up asked if he minded to which he said no.

She then went even further by standing up reaching behind her and undoing the bra. Removing it she then turned to face me, hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties and slowly pulled them down bending over right in front of John while she did so. I knew he had a perfect view of her ass and pussy from behind where he was sitting on the other side of the sauna from us.

The sauna had 2 benches one above the other on each side and up till then we had all been sitting on a bottom bench. After stripping however Linda climbed up to the upper bench and sat beside me directly across from John and spread her legs apart so he had a direct view straight at her pussy. Linda was a very athletic woman about 5 ft 4 with a slim build. She had quite small tits but with pink nipples that were almost always erect and she kept her pussy shaved clean so there was a clear view of the lipps of her vagina as she sat there.

John obviously appreciated the show and was by now unable to hide the lump under the towel he was wearing. Linda took the initiative and said she felt a little silly being the only one naked in the room and asking if we wouldn’t like to escort gaziemir join her. I needed no more encouragement and quickly dropped my towel and removed my underpants. John stood up and removed his towel to reveal he wasn’t wearing anything under it anyway and that he had a full blown hard on.

Linda motioned him to come close and when he did she reached out with her foot and started rubbing it over his dick and his balls. At the same time she started pinching a nipple with one hand and playing with herself with the other. AS John came closer yet he started rubbing her thighs which caused her to spread her legs even wider apart. He took the hint and started feeling up the inside of her thigh till he was fingering her pussy. I stood beside her and she turned towards me and took my cock into her mouth just a few inches away from John. He seemed mesmerized by this and never took his eyes off her as she blew me while he played with her.

Linda backed off of my cock and told me to sit down on the bottom bench. When I had done so she changed her mind and told me to lie down on it so we broke apart as I arranged myself th way she wanted. Once I was on the bench Linda straddled me and then sinking down she impaled herself on my cock and started rocking back and forth a few times. She then leaned over and laid right on my chest which left her ass exposed. Turning her head to John she asked if he had ever fucked a girl in the ass. He said no but would love to try. She told him to get behind her and to push against her ass slowly till she told him different. He did so and for a few minutes the tried to get together but then she asked him to stop.

She explained to me that she wasn’t ready for him and then told me to eat out her ass and get it wet. She swiveled around and got into a 69 position with me lowering her ass over my mouth while I started licking it and sticking my tongue into her. She then told John to kneel up by my head faced the same way as she was and to keep his cock hard. I don’t think that was a problem for him anyway but he knelt there squatting on his heels and watched me working on her ass. Linda then told me to suck him and get his cock really wet. I wasn’t sure gaziemir escort bayan how he would react to this but he just leaned a little forward and I tilted my head back to take him in my mouth.

John started stroking in and out of my mouth a few times while I covered his dick with saliva and then Linda told him to try again to push it into her ass slowly. He pulled out of my mouth and I had a front row seat to watch as the end of his cock found her anus and he started pushing it towards her. I could see it pressing against her sphincter muscles and just when I thought it wouldn’t go in the head seemed to pop through and into her ass. Linda groaned and told him to hold still for a minute while she got used to his size. In a moment she started moving back against him about a half inch and I could see his cock slowly going in and out of her ass hole mere inches from my face. Linda continued this for some time taking a little more of him into her each time till he was getting buried in her ass with each time she rocked back. AT that point I realized her pussy was dripping juice on me and I stated licking it up as she continued impaling herself on his cock.

Linda told him to start fucking her and so she started to hold still and he started ramming into her from behind. I continued to eat her pussy at the same time and I could hear her breath coming in gasps as we both worked on her. John was also sweating up a storm and panting by now and then he said he was going to come and grabbed Linda by the hips driving his cock home deep in her ass. She moaned as she felt him cumming inside her and then after a few seconds he pulled out. She sat up and asked me to clean out her ass with my tongue which I gladly did. I could taste his cum running out of her ass as I rimmed her and stuck my tongue in where his cock had just been.

Linda turned around after a few moments and sat back on my cock sinking it into her pussy and giving me a furious fuck till I blew my load inside her and then she collapsed on top of me.

At that point we all took a few moments to get our breath back then had a quick shower and went our separate ways. By the time Linda and I got back to the motel she just wanted to go to sleep but then early in the morning she woke me up for another fuck before we went back for the day’s sessions. She also told me she had been turned on by the thought of me sucking a guy off so it would help her get laid the way she wanted. Something we did many times over the years we were together sharing lovers.

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Hello everyone! I just wanted to include a little blip before the story actually starts. This is one of the scenarios that comes to my mind often when I am daydreaming/fantasying. I am an avid pool player and usually play at least a few games every night. It will probably not have a follow up piece with it and will be focused mostly on the sex with a fair amount of buildup. If you guys have read my other story, you will know that I have left it unfinished. I am trying to work on an epilogue for it. After many attempts of trying to continue the story in every direction feasible, I have remained completely unsatisfied with the story. I admit whole-heartedly to not being the best grammatical writer. That being said, I did try to catch all mistakes. Hope you enjoy 🙂

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I’ve been going to the same bar, the Junction, for about five years now. However, it has only been about a year since I picked up a new passion. Well, maybe two new passions. The first being pool and the second being the show of being a woman playing pool. I don’t really have exhibition tendencies, except when it comes to pool. I can’t explain it, but I get some form of high knowing that I am putting my body on display while showing off my talent of playing pool. Because of this, I definitely dress nicely when I know for sure the nights are going to be busy. Usually, a cut-to-impress dress that shows of my legs and tasteful, but still abundant, cleavage with a nice pair of heels is what I wear.

As usual, I walk in the door and quickly soak up the home-like atmosphere. We have a routine and you are well aware of it. I feel your presence just as much as you feel mine, but we ignore each other for now. I stop and talk to whichever one of the bartenders happens to be working, getting quarters and a double Crown neat in the process. Then I make my way through the crowd to the back of the bar where the pool table is, on my way saying hi to all of the other regulars. Finally, I make it to the chalk board and add my name to the list of players waiting for their turn to play. Naturally, you are running the table. I wait for your next turn to be over until I approach you in a very dramatic fashion. We hug a little too long, then kiss each others’ cheeks. I settle into my typical corner stool and watch you dominate the pool table, destroying anyone who dares to challenge you, all the while stealing long glances with you. We both want each other badly, yet we never seem to do anything about it with the exception of heated eye contact.

After waiting about 45 minutes, it’s finally my turn. As I release the balls to the return and start to rack them up to play 8-ball, you suddenly get a huge grin on your face. I smile from across the table and ask what you are grinning about. You ask me if I want to gamble and I quickly say that I would prefer not to. Every time we play, the same question is asked with the same answer. I know where I am skill-wise. I may be pretty good, definitely the best woman that frequents this place, but I know that you can leave me with every one of my balls on the table if you wished to. You come to the other side of the table, leaning in close enough that I can smell your cologne that makes me wet with the faintest whiff, and whisper that you don’t want to gamble for money. This is different; I am intrigued, so I ask what you had in mind instead. You reply that you want to gamble for complete control of the other for the night. With unnerving confidence, I find you staring me directly in the eye waiting for a serious reply. I don’t have to think, I know my answer and promptly say “Deal”. Either way, whether I win or lose, I will still be the winner.

You tell me right before the break that it will be a race to 3, just to make it fair. A loud crack and we watch the balls scatter over the length of the table. You sink the 15 and the 3. You strategically choose solids. I truly can’t get enough of you playing bornova escort pool. Watching the way you move around the table, angling your shots, and the show of complete confidence turns me on just as much as myself running a whole table while showing off my best assets. After sinking a straight shot, and a three-rail kick, you miss the long bank. Shaking myself mentally, I try to put you out of my mind, but it is truly impossible. I am torn between wanting to win, because I always want to win, and throwing the game to be at your mercy. I expertly judge the table. There are so many options; I could go for the 13, then follow with the 11-10 combo, or I could start with the simple 12 bank and go down the rail for a straight shot on the 14. That is why I love pool so much, there are always different possibilities and almost infinite strategies. I decide the simple bank first because it allows me to show you my cleavage from where you are sitting. I sink the ball easily.

Moving on, I stretch across the length of the table to reach the next shot. I can feel your eyes linger on my ass and legs as I do so. Another ball drops, and I quickly fire in yet another. I am on tonight and I make eye contact with you and saucily wink. Do I detect a little sense of worry? I pocket the next ball with the same grace as the others. In the zone now, I am no longer paying attention to you or our wager. Finally my run ends with just one stripe left on the table. You look slightly relieved and more determined. It’s time for you to play catch up. Making quick work with your cue, you clear the table and win the first of three. The second game goes much like the first except I win after being down throughout the game. The third game is intense. We both seem to only make one ball each turn. I am not sure about you, but I am starting to lose focus on the game and starting to think about how this is going to play out when one of us wins. I get into the groove and make all of my balls except one, leaving the 9-ball at one end of the table. I know this is in a bad position, but I can’t help it. While you are down four balls to my one, you quickly catch up and sink your last ball but accidentally scratch trying to get the leave on the 8-ball that you want.

I check your face to see if you purposefully scratched. Thankfully you didn’t or I would have been annoyed, since I am forced to bank the cue ball back to the nine. It is a tough shot, I call the 3 rail bank with the nine in the right corner pocket. Arching beautifully into position, I take a few moments to concentration, knowing that this will probably decide the game, the race to three, and who wins the wager. My angle is off slightly causing a narrow miss. However, my cue-ball control is spot on to set up the final shot of the game. I leave you with a straight in shot on the 8-ball and it’s game over. You win and I don’t know if I could be happier with the outcome. You give me a look that is pure excitement that sends shivers down my spine. You suggest we head out the back door to have a smoke, one that is not used by anyone but the regulars and even then very rarely. While I do not smoke, I agree, pretending like I really have a choice.

The cool fall air is refreshing on my heated skin. I quickly assume the role of submissive. I stand smiling expectantly and waiting on you to exercise your recently won control. You light your cigarette, take a drag and smile back. You are clearly happy that you won; the smugness is radiating off of you. You ask if I am happy with the outcome. Through my lowered lashes, I answer that I am. Putting out your cigarette, you lean in and kiss me. While this is not our first kiss, the static between our lips sets me edge, wanting more. Just as it seems like you are going to deepen the kiss, you pull away and add a quick peck while laughing at my annoyed expression.

Once we go back inside, we make bornova escort bayan quick work of claiming the pool table and start betting our opponents drinks as a partnered team. After a few more hours of pool, some lingering gazes, and some innocent touches, you finally ask me if I am ready to leave. I nod and say as long as you are. You grab both of our jackets from the coat rack as I return our empty glasses to the bar. We say bye to everyone and walk out to catch a cab. As we climb in the backseat, you whisper all of the dirty things you are going to do to me.

You are telling me how you thought about losing to me on purpose until you realized how well I was playing. You know that I could have actually beaten you tonight if you weren’t careful, so you stepped up and played because you are too competitive to lose without throwing the game. Kissing me fully on the lips and proceed to think aloud some more. You are contemplating having me in the car, but decide that was not enough space for what you want. Then you verbalize the desire for me to suck your hard cock while you drive us home, but also decide against that. You are rubbing my back and slowly you make your way down to my thighs. My floaty dress provides no resistance to your exploring hand. You tease the outside edges of my lips for a minute, then just as I try to readjust to give you plenty of access, you move your hand to my hair. You always have loved my hair. You tangle your fingers deep into my long hair. Massaging my head a little before you give my hair a nice firm tug, you elicit a moan. You laugh a little and do it again, earning a throatier moan.

You take my hand and place it on your hard cock. I start to massage you a little through your jeans. You stop me so that you can unzip your pants and pulling your throbbing member out. As soon as I feel your skin touch my hand, I wrap my hand around your girth and begin stroking you again. I pump up and down a few times. I remove my hand and touch myself to coat it with some juice. I place my now wet hand back on your cock and start stroking you again, rubbing the little bits of precum all over your head and dick. I mix your precum in with my juices and tease you while I can. I know I won’t have many opportunities after we get out of the car to do what I want to you. You moan and start gyrating your hips with my hand movements.

We finally reach your house. I remove my hand so you can put your cock away while I pay the driver. As soon as we get inside, you all but shove my mouth around your dick. I take your entire length down my throat on the first stroke. Coming back to the head, I swirl my tongue around the head and lick the seam all over before starting to take more of your shaft in my mouth. Using my hand, I massage your dick in sync with my mouth, covering you in my spit. I lick up and down the shaft a few more times, then swallow you all the way down my throat again. I truly love giving head, a fact that you thought I lied about. I stroke up and down then make eye contact with you. While maintaining it, I lick the very tip, swirl all over it with my tongue, cherishing the moans you are making. I smile a little at you, then go all the way down again. I start a steady motion and I can feel you tensing. You know you want to come in my mouth, down my throat, into my belly. I can feel you pulsating and your balls are getting heavier. You aren’t going to stop me from making you cum. I change my pace to just a little faster. Your breathing speeds up and the grip on my hair tightens. It is verging on the edge of painful. You can’t hold on any longer, you explode into my mouth just as I pull out enough to not gag on all of your cum. I keep stroking you through your orgasm until you still. After you release my hair, I sit up a little, look up at you and swallow the load you shot into my mouth and smile. You tell me to stop looking so smug and that escort bornova I will be punished for that later. I smile and lift myself to my feet.

You put on some music and I make some drinks for us. We sit there for a little bit just talking about random events and life in general, then you suggest some more pool games. I tease you about having played enough pool earlier, but we both know that I will never turn down a game.

Deciding on a 9-ball race to 7, we lag to decide who breaks. I win the lag and you begin racking the first set. Casually, you add in that we are playing “strip 9-ball”. I ask what that entails, in which you respond that for each game someone loses in the race, an article of clothing must be removed. I shake my head at your addition rules as I prepare to break. The first rack goes quickly in the favor of me. You lose your sweater. Racks two through four, you are the winner. I lose my panties, sweater and shoes.

The games start taking longer as we get more distracted by teasing each other. I bend more than necessary to remind you that I have already lost my panties. You casually reach out an caress my ass while I am about to take my shot. I am not phased, I still make the shot and continue to finish that game. With a refreshed focus, I win the next game too. You are down to your boxers and we are on our last game. The winner of this game leaves one of us naked. We are both on edge; this foreplay has been a little dragged out. I stretch over the length of the table to take a shot and hear a strangled noise from behind me.

I hear you say ‘fuck it’ and quickly feel your hands on my hips. You flip my dress up over my ass and drag the head of your cock over the lips of my waiting pussy, eliciting a moan from me. I put my cue down and place my hands on the table. Looking over my shoulder I ask you what you waiting for and tell you to put your cock inside me. Slowly you slide your cock deep inside me, letting me adjust to the thickness of your hard cock. You pull your hips slowly away, easing your cock out of my wet pussy. I protest the emptiness and you laugh at my huffing, telling me to be patient. You tease my opening with the head of your cock and make me squirm trying to get you back inside me. You suddenly push your cock all the way into me and make me groan with pleasure. You slap my ass hard as you bottom out into my wet pussy over and over again. I can feel an orgasm deep in my core. I tell you that I am getting close to cumming and plead with you to fuck me hard. You frustrate me by stopping and pulling out instead. I almost scream at you but you tell me that you want to see my face when you make me cum around your hard cock.

You stand me up and flip me around. You lift the hem of my dress over my head and quickly rid me of my bra. You cup my breasts, testing the weight of each of them in your hands, slowly massaging them. Once my sensitive nipples pucker under your attention, you begin to lavish them with your tongue. Licking and nibbling on my large breasts, you make me even more wet. Finally you decide you are ready to fuck me again. You pull my legs up to your waist and hook them over your strong arms. Slowly you enter my soaked hole, sliding with no resistance. We both sigh like someone who just sat down after a long day. Your cock feels so right inside me, like puzzle pieces being fit together. You start to pick up speed, pumping deep to meet my thrusts. I feel the building again. I am going to cum so hard all over your cock. You drop one of my legs to reach between us and play with my clit. Two flicks is all it takes to make me explode. I scream in pleasure as I gush all over your cock. My climax sets you off and I feel your cock pulse inside of my spasming pussy, dumbing your load deep inside me. Both of us are out of breathe and in shock, just staring at each other. You let go of my other leg and we both groan at the change of position and sensitivity of just climaxing. Finally you pull out of me and lean forward to kiss me and lift me off the table. We both look at the table, relieved to see nothing got on the cloth. What can we say, we are both freaks about pool tables. And after tonight, I will always look at a pool table and think of you.

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Jane turned her car into the driveway, switched off the engine and sat in the driver’s seat, taking a deep breath. Her mind flashed back to the sequence of events that had gotten her here. She had been suffering with tiredness and a general lack of energy for a while now, and several visits to the doctor had come up with lots of possible suggestions but none of the tests had revealed anything amiss.

She just felt like she needed something to ‘flick a switch’ inside her and bring her back to feeling normal again. She had been friends with Simon for many years and they had always been close and a little flirty, she knew that he was into a lot of kinky stuff and there had been a running joke for a while that he would make a good doctor due to his interest in medical fetishes.

When Jane got the text message that told her that an appointment had been arranged with Dr Young at an address that she knew was his home, and with a date and time she had read it and thought to herself why not, after all the professionals had not come up with any solutions and what did she have to lose? Perhaps he might actually come up with something that the others had missed.

So the date and time had arrived and there she was, sitting in her car outside his house. She took another deep breath and stepped slowly out of the car. She walked up to the front door feeling that familiar mixture of nervousness and a little excitement as she rang the doorbell and waited. She looked down and straightened her dress, gazing down at her new stockings that she had purchased for today and waited patiently to be let in.

After what seemed like an age, the door opened and he was there to greet her. “Can I help you?” he asked, and Jane blushed a little. She had not known how this was going to play out, and he seemed more formal than usual.

“Mrs Dawson, here for my eleven o’clock appointment?” she replied.

“Ah, do come in,” he replied. Jane walked through the front door. “Please wait in my consulting room,” he said as he showed her into a room immediately to the left, which she knew from previous visits was the bedroom. She stood waiting in the room for a couple of minutes while she thought about what she had been expecting from today, and how she had wondered if they were going to have a coffee and a chat like they usually did, but this was clearly going to be something different. She shivered a little with anticipation as she wondered what she was going to have to do.

When Simon returned, she noticed immediately that he has put on a white coat and he actually looked quite professional. “Please take off your shoes and your dress and stand over there,” he said, pointing to an area in front of the full length mirrored wall. Jane paused for a second but thought to herself about how she had come this far, and stepped out of the smart low heeled shoes that she was wearing. She then unfastened her dress, taking it off and laying it on the bed.

She stood in the requested position, realising as she faced the mirror that she was standing in front of someone she had known for so long in her underwear for the first time. He still seemed to be acting very professionally though as he reached for her wrist to take her pulse, checking his watch while he counted the beats. He then produced a stethoscope from the deep pocket in his white coat, and stood behind her as he placed the end on her back to the side of her bra strap and listened. He then walked in front of her and placed the stethoscope on the side of her left breast, just to the side of her bra. After listening through the instrument, he slid the end underneath her bra so it rested on her breast as he listened again, and Jane felt a little surge of excitement.

After what felt like an age, he slid the instrument out from under her bra. “That all seems fine,” he said, “now if you could take off your panties and lay down on the bed.” Jane felt her face flush again at those words that she knew were coming.

“Well, this is it,” she thought to herself, “I have come this far.” She took a deep breath, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and slowly slid them downwards, over her thighs, down to her knees and bend slightly as she slipped them off over one foot and then the other. She lay the knickers on top of the pile of her clothes and it suddenly dawned on her that she was finally naked in front of the man that she had been friends with for so long. That thought soon left her mind though as she remembered the last part of the instruction to lay down on the bed, ready for her internal examination.

Jane laid on her back with her knees together, looking up at the ceiling. She could hear the doctor opening something that sounded like a packet, and she glanced over to see him taking out a pair of latex gloves and putting them on. He moved over to the end of the bed and looked at her. “Please try to relax and open your legs so I can start the examination,” he said. Jane did as she was told and balçova escort bayan slowly moved her knees apart, spreading her legs and feeling slightly pornographic as she exposed her pussy to the doctor.

She hoped that he appreciated the trouble she had gone to to shave down there while she was getting ready that morning, figuring that it would allow for a better view. He paused for a moment until she finished opening her legs and seemed to settle in a comfortable position and then he used a single gloved finger to move one of her pussy lips slightly to one side. Jane then felt another finger perform the same action on the other side of her pussy as realised that he was holding her outer lips open and was taking his first look inside her. She knew it was not going to be his last.

“Very good,” he said, “I am now going to begin an internal examination.” She blushed at those words and then suddenly became aware that one of the fingers that was on her pussy lips was now slipped a little way insider her and was feeling inside her vagina. She figured that he had decided that lube was not necessarily as she was a little embarrassed to realise that her pussy was a little wet and the finger had slipped inside quite easily. She carried on looking up at the ceiling as his finger moved around inside her, the latex feeling smooth as it moved over her vaginal walls, feeling for any lumps or bumps.

After a while of being probed by his finger, he slowly withdrew it from her pussy. Jane heard the clank of metal and saw the doctor pick up a stainless steel instrument that she recognised as a speculum. Jane lay back and tried to relax but also felt a tingle of excitement as he brought the speculum towards her between her legs, and then she felt the cold metal blades being slid slowly between her pussy lips.

She held her breath as the metal blades moved deeper inside her vagina, and then felt them stop. The doctor then began adjusting a wheel next to the handle and Jane realised that she was being opened up, feeling the blades begin to separate inside her vagina and her pussy lips being slowly forced apart, knowing that it was giving him a view deep inside her body. Jane felt incredibly exposed but had a nice full feeling and was starting to feel horny at being in what was quite a pornographic position on the doctor’s bed.

The speculum gave a little click as the doctor finished turning the small wheel, and he locked it into position when her pussy has been spread wide enough for him. He then released his grip on the instrument and it remained inside her vagina, keeping her pussy spread wide open. She looked at him to see what was coming next and realised that he now had a similar looking instrument in his hand, only slightly smaller. “Why would he need another one?” she thought to herself.

She suddenly realised the answer to her own question as he put the smaller speculum down, took a tube of lubricant and squeezed some onto one of his fingers. She then felt him sliding her downwards a little with his other hand, allowing her anus to be moved clear of the bed and she felt him rub the lube over her tight little arsehole, around the outside at first but then the lubed finger slid into her anus, which was a tight fit but the lube helped it slip inside reasonably easily. Jane gasped a little as she felt his greased gloved finger slipping in and out of her arsehole, lubing the inside of her anal passage.

Jane groaned again, as she had not expected to have her anus probed like this and also because she realised that she was enjoying how it felt, even though she felt very embarrassed. The doctor stopped as he heard her sound, and slid his finger out, to Jane’s disappointment. “Some women find this a little uncomfortable,” he said, “I will give you something to help with that.”

He reached into the drawer and took out a black rubber ball gag attached to a leather strap, and he placed the ball inside her mouth, which she obediently opened for him. He strapped the gag around her head and she felt the straps being secured at the back. With the ball gag in position, he fingered her anus again to check that it was fully lubed and then took a digital thermometer with a long probe and slid it into her arsehole, making Jane shiver as the cold metal made it’s way inside her.

The doctor held the thermometer in place for a few seconds until it made a beeping noise, and then he withdrew it to read the value in the instrument’s display. “Your temperature is normal,” he said matter-of-factly, and Jane wondered how his tone could remain so formal and yet so casual after he had just placed an object into her most private area. He put down the thermometer and then picked up the anal speculum, positioning it between her open legs and sliding the thinner blades up through her greased anus into her anal passage, just as the other device had been inserted into her vagina. Jane lay back feeling incredibly full as he opened balçova escort the blades, spreading her tight arsehole wide, stretching it into a position that allowed him to view deep inside both her pussy and her anal passage at the same time.

Jane lay back with the speculums dilating both her holes, closing her eyes as the doctor used a small light to look deep inside her pussy and her arse, one at a time at first and then both together. She wondered how she must look to him, spread out and exposed on the bed. Jane suddenly remembered when she had first entered the room and taken off her dress and how she stood in front of the mirrored wall that ran all the way along the end of the bed. She lifted her head slightly, opened her eyes and looked down the bed into the mirrors.

She saw herself in the reflection, laying on the bed with the ball gag in her mouth. Looking slowly down he noticed that her nipples were standing to attention through the sheer material of her bra as she felt the feeling of fullness in both her holes. She looked further down and saw the doctors head examining her between her legs, then when he moved to one side for a moment to put down his light she saw her legs in the mirror, spread wide apart and still clad in her new sheer stockings. She saw her shaved pussy that had been stretched wide open and the metal handles of the speculum sticking out of her open hole. Below that she could see a similar view of her anus, spread wide by the anal speculum with the metal handle poking out of that tight hole too. She felt a shiver of excitement as she viewed herself in such a submissive, exposed position.

After a long examination of Jane’s holes, the doctor finally spoke. “There is nothing unusual that I can see here,” he said, “I think that you are most likely suffering from stress and exhaustion. I have a couple of treatments that I am going to use to help relax you. This type of treatment is most effective when applied to the most stimulating areas, so I am going to apply them to your anus. First of all, I will use a traditional technique called anal beads.”

He reached into the drawer and pulled out a string of black latex beads, starting small and increasing in size. With one hand he released the lock on speculum in her arse and closed the blades, sliding it out of her anus. Jane expected the speculum in her pussy to be removed next, but he left that locked in position as he slid the smallest bead into her lubed arsehole, slipping inside easily. Slowly he then fed each bead in one at a time, increasing in size and intensity with each one, stimulating Jane’s anal passage. When the beads where all inside, he slid them out again, more quickly than when they went in, and it felt amazing for Jane. She was pleased when he repeated this treatment several times, each one stimulating her more than the last and she felt the speculum starting to slip a little inside her pussy as she got more and more wet.

“The next treatment will stimulate you a little more,” he said, and he took a small vibrator out of the drawer. Jane noticed it was an interesting shape, thin at the top, tapering downwards to a bulbous ball shape at the bottom. The doctor slid the vibrator into her anus and switched on at the lowest setting. Jane felt a surge of pleasure as the machine started to vibrate inside he arse, stimulating her tight hole and the walls of her anal passage. He slowly increased the speed of the vibration, each surge of pleasure passing through her in waves more intense than the last as she felt her arsehole being stimulated and teased by the buzzing device inside her. Jane rubbed her shiny stockinged feet together as the vibrator was increased to maximum speed, sending feelings of satisfaction and stimulation at the same time through her entire body.

When the vibrator in her arse was set to maximum speed, the doctor stood up. “I am just going to check your heartbeat again now that you have been stimulated,” he said, and took out his stethoscope once more. With the vibrator inserted fully in her arse on full speed and the speculum still deep inside her stretched open pussy, he placed the stethoscope under her bra and onto her breast again, listening to her heartbeat. However this time Jane was also aware of his finger moving over her nipple as he placed the stethoscope in position.

The feeling of his fingers on her nipple made it go even more hard, and combined with the sensations in her arsehole and pussy she let out a deep moan of pleasure that could be heard even with the ball gag in her mouth. The doctor heard her moan and looked down at her rubbing one stockinged foot on the other, and he reached around behind her head, unfastening the strap of the gag. He took the ball out of her mouth and stood over her, then unzipped his trousers and took out his cock.

Jane stared at the cock in front of her face for a moment, taken by surprise at the size. It was eight inches long easily, and thick. She escort balçova noticed the glisten of pre-cum on the tip as he slid it into her mouth, which she opened obediently for her doctor. Jane was so horny from the vibrator and speculum inside her that she sucked greedily on his hard cock, taking the big thick mushroom shaped tip inside her mouth, and then the shaft as he fucked her mouth while she sucked him.

His hand moved down to her chest, feeling her tits both over and under her bra, squeezing them and stroking her hard nipples. Jane licked his shaft and balls as he leant down, pulled down the material covering the breasts and sucked her nipples, licking around them and all over both tits as she sucked his cock again.

The doctor then took his cock out of her mouth and turned Jane over so she was laying face down on the bed. He took the vibrator out of her arse and slipped one of his fingers in, “No gloves this time,” thought Jane as his finger started to probe inside her arsehole, touching and stimulating the inside of her anal passage, stroking it as she moaned in pleasure at having her anus expertly fingered by the doctor. She moved her arse backwards and forwards in time with his finger, having him finger fuck her arsehole while her hand moved down to her pussy. She felt the handle of the speculum sticking out of her, and then Jane started stroking her clit as the doctor finger fucked her anus.

Free of the ball gag and with the doctor’s finger deep in her arse, Jane was now moaning with pleasure at the exquisite stimulation of her tight hole. All feelings of embarrassment that had been associated with her intimate examination were now gone, and she felt more horny than she had ever felt before. She turned to look at the doctor behind her, probing inside her anal passage. “Please fuck my arse,” she said, “I want your big cock in my slutty arsehole”.

She felt his finger withdraw and then he mounted her from behind, placing the tip of his cock over her tight little hole. He then slowly slid the thick head of his cock inside, pushing her arsehole open and using the remaining lube to ease his whole length into her waiting anal passage. Jane had never felt this full before and moaned even more now as he started to slide his cock in and out of her anus, having full anal sex with his patient. Jane gripped the edges of the bed and bit on the pillow as she felt his thick cock penetrating her arse deeper and deeper with every thrust, each push inside her feeling more pleasurable than the last.

Suddenly Jane felt the doctor withdraw his hard cock from inside her arse. Her anus relaxed a little after being stretched open by him, but it would not be for long. She felt him adjusting the speculum in her pussy, turning the small wheel and making the blades retract, her lips moving back closer together as the width of the speculum was decreased and then slid slowly out of her body. The doctor lay on the bed beside Jane. “Get on top of me now,” he ordered, and Jane immediately obeyed.

“Facing the mirror,” he added, and Jane got into position, kneeling above him with her arsehole directly over his erection. He put his hands on her hips and slowly lowered her down onto his waiting cock, and she immediately felt the feeling of having her arsehole stretched wide again as the thick head of his cock entered her, followed by the rest of his shaft.

Jane slid down onto his cock and was amazed at how much deeper inside her it felt now that she was on top, the position of her body allowing the tip to rub further against her insides than it was before. She heard the doctor open the drawer again, and he handed her a double ended dildo. “Put this inside you,” he commanded, and Jane obeyed once more, choosing the end with the dotted effect on it as she knew that would stimulate her.

She looked into the mirror and saw him looking around from behind her, watching her as she rubbed the head of the dildo on her clit at first, making her moan with pleasure. She then slowly slid the dildo up into her soaking wet pussy, watching herself in the mirror as she did it, seeing his thick cock sliding in and out of her arse and the long dildo disappearing into her hungry pussy.

She loved the feeling of having both holes filled together, her arse and pussy being fucked at the same time. She also loved how it looked in the mirror, watching her body riding the doctors cock in her arse and herself working the dildo in and out of her pussy. She reached her other hand up and unclipped the front fastening bra, letting it fall to her sides so she could feel up her own tits. She watched the doctor watching her in the mirror, and tossed her head back and moaned loudly as she fingered her hard nipples while her holes were being fucked hard and deep. The doctor held her hips, pulling her arse down onto his cock, and he felt her arse and stroked her stockinged legs while she rode all of his eight inches.

The combination of having a cock in her arse, a dildo in the pussy and the view of all of this in the mirror soon became too much for Jane to bear, and she knew that she was getting close to orgasm. She worked the dildo in and out of her pussy faster, and started to gasp. “Am I allowed to cum, doctor?” she groaned in a soft, panting voice.

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“Will you zip me up?” My girlfriend Sara asked me hurriedly. “Come on we can’t be late, this is really important.”

“It will be fine, we have plenty of time, I have already called the cab.” I said as I slid my hands inside her open dress. I reached around in front and caressed her breasts. She looked amazing. Her straight long brunette hair flowed down her back as the red satin dress clung to her curved form like red paint poured down her shoulders. She couldn’t wear a bra with low-cut dress so I reached in and felt her naked breasts and her heart-beat thump fast in her chest. Tonight was important for her.

“Stop it, don’t make me any hornier now than I already am, the last thing I need is to be seen as a even bigger sex object by my co-workers.”

My Girlfriend had just gotten a very prestigious position from international law firm in Washington D.C. I had been invited to her boss’ house for a valentines day dinner party. It was a very formal affair. Her red satin dress came down to about mid-thigh right to the top of her nude colored stockings. I love stockings. So I bent down and said, “Let me help you with your shoes.”

She saw right through my veiled attempt to touch her feet and legs. I really love feet as well. “You just want to rub my legs,” she said as she fixed her earrings. I didn’t argue I just bent down and picked up a shoe and her foot. I rubbed her leg feeling the warmth and silkiness of the stockings. I slid the red high-heeled shoe on and then the door-bell rang.

“That must be the cab,” I said, feeling interrupted.

“Good we need to go before you get too excited over my feet and have to change your pants.

The dinner party was being hosted by Sara’s boss, Claire. A woman of great power and wealth. She was the senior supervisor over my girlfriend. I had met her , a stunning middle-aged blond, that looked and acted far younger than she was, and her husband before, they were both very nice, and very wealthy. So we were both trying to get in their good graces When we arrived at the beautiful mansion. Well I say it was a mansion, because I have never seen a mansion, and frankly don’t know if this one was one or not.

It was a massive and fabulous house. The reception was far more exclusive than we had imagined it would be. There were only six of us in total, our host and her husband, and one other couple that neither of us had ever seen. We thought that perhaps that other guests would be arriving latter, but our host invited us to the dinning room to be served soon after we had arrived.

The dinner was splendid and everything was going great. It was super fancy, with the meal being brought out by servants on silver platters. Each course was interluded with rounds of wine. After the meal, and the digestif, the dessert was brought out. We all had little bits of stuff and shared some stuff. Except for a big chocolate cake right in the middle of the table. It looked delicious but I guess we were all to full or to intimidated by it to cut it. So it just sat their.

We had all drank a little too much wine and the topic of conversation was sex, and it was getting raunchy. Our host was buca escort describing the various ways in which she likes to dominate her husband, a much more shy and soft spoken man. She told us stories that obviously made him uncomfortable. She talked about how she would put him on a leash and walk him around the house naked, on his knees, in front of the servants. He began to blush, and she seemed to enjoy it. The other couple kept to themselves. They didn’t join into the greater conversation much, but whispered things to each other and kept giggling, and couldn’t seem to keep there hands off of each other. However Claire, our host didn’t seem to mind this at all she only focused on us.

Soon it became apparent that the girl from the other couple was rubbing her dates cock under the table. Finally they couldn’t take it any longer and asked if they could be excused.

Claire was cordial, so they got up from the table. She called after them, “Do whatever you want, where ever you want.” then she turned back to us and said, “Lord knows we have most likely done far worse.” With that she turned back to her husband who looked embarrassed.

After they departed our host turned to us and started asking us about our sex life. Sara perked up and replied that we too were a very sexual couple and had sex more than frequently. She asked us if we were very experimental in our sex lives and we both vehemently answered yes. We talked about what we liked and Sara chimes in

“Oh yea, he has a huge foot fetish!”

I couldn’t believe it. I was shocked. I am pretty liberal with what I tell people about myself but this made even me a little embarrassed. I felt a foot appear in my crotch. It felt good. I was already hard from our conversation and the foot rubbing my hard cock was heaven, but it couldn’t be Sara’s she was sitting beside me.

“Yes, it is my foot rubbing you crotch. Don’t be embarrassed. Get down there and worship my foot.” Claire said with fierce authority. I looked at Sara stunned.

“Do you have a hearing problem, our host gave you an order.” Sara said, her voice like steel. I crawled out of my chair and got under the table on all fours and licked Claire’s feet.

“Take off my shoes and suck my toes.” Claire said with intensity. I looked up and she had her husbands cock out of his pants and was stroking it. I did as she said. I sucked all of her toes and I loved every minute of it.

“That will be fine.” Claire said as she withdrew her foot. “My apologies would you consider us terrible rude if we excused ourselves as well, I believe this wine has gotten the better of us.”

“No please. Do go on ahead.” Sara said very formally, but her face denied as sense of manners as she smiled devilishly.

“Please do entertain yourselves in our absence.”

“Don’t worry about us, I think we will manage.” she said as she turned her attention back towards me.

Our host left us with a hurry, Claire’s husband’s cock still out of his pants. She lead him by it like a leash.

My girlfriend slid her hand between her legs to my crotch and gave my throbbing cock a firm squeeze but didn’t escort buca let go. She held it there until our host and her husband had left the room when she started rubbing it furiously and spun around taking my mouth into hers. She kissed me with such desire that it made my cock want to burst out of my pants. She just kept rubbing my crotch and said, I thought they would never leave.

My hands launched up to her breasts grabbing each one and squeezing as hard as I could as she screeched and gasped and then finished with a deep moan. She then jumped up and sat on the table, opening her legs wide. She pulled the shoulder straps of her dress off and the light satin dress feel down as she pushed it over her breasts. She grabbed the back of my head and thrust my face into her bosom. The feeling so wonderful, the skins so soft and warm pressed against my checks. I bit down on her nipple and she moaned and opened her legs more grinding her pussy against the table. Her hands sank into her own crotch as she let me lick and suck on her breast. All the talk of sex had drove her to the point of insanity.

Desserts was still half uneaten on the table all around her. So she dipped her finger into the chocolate frosting on a big cake beside her. She then toke the finger and drug it up the inside of her thigh. I immediately started licking off the frosting as she went, getting closer to the heaven that lay along that path. Then she toke her fingers and slide them down the other thigh and gently slipped them into my waiting mouth. She saw the look of pleasure on my face so she reached over and took a big scoop of the frosting with her fingers and rubbed in up her chest. Smearing it so that it covered both perked up nipple then she leaned forward. I licked the frosting off and bite down on the nipples after. She grabbed my head and held it at her chest as she rocked back and forth. This was making my head swim. I could only stand so much foreplay and this was becoming so intense I thought I might blow in my pants. So I stood up and pulled her off the table by the hair and forced her to her knees. She opened her mouth as I looked down at her rolling her tongue around as an invitation. She slipped the dress and panties down to her knees as I unbuttoned my pants. My hard cock flopped out of it prison, blood rushing into it, ready for action.

I dipped my hand into the chocolate cake and rubbed the moist confection on my dick. She licked at the cake covered dick then toke the whole length into her mouth. As she sucked my balls tightened up and I could feel the cum in my balls begin pressurize. I pulled her head off of my dick and tried to force the temptation to cum to subside. She couldn’t care less if I was fighting off the desire to cover her face with my hot load, she was completely crazed by this point and my dick was the only thing she could focus on, she pushed forward and sucked my balls and my dick swelled to its maximum size. I was about to cum and I knew it. So I grabbed her under her arms and pulled her up off her knees, up of the ground. Her panties and dress falling down to the floor, and now all she was wearing were buca escort bayan stockings and high heels, my favorite.

I picked her up and wrapped my arms around her then I sat her down right into that big chocolate cake. The moist cake spread into her butt crack and pussy, covering her thighs and crotch. I pushed her back as she stared at me with shock and amazement. The feeling of the warm soft cake spreading into places unheard of mixed with the fear and excitement of doing all this in a persons house that we barely even knew, much less her boss. I didn’t give her much time to think about it. I pushed her to lay back and she brought her legs up. I began eating her cake covered pussy as ravenously as I could. I liked off the chocolate and ran my tongue up inside her pussy tasting her salty, warm pussy mixed with sweet cake. The feeling of the warm cake sliding underneath her and my wet tongue licking her engorged clit was enough to bring her to a quick uncontrollable orgasm. It came on with sure little warning that she was not prepared for it and screamed out at full volume. Her body was vibrating and shaking as powerful waves of pleasure so intense that it made her dizzy washed through her body.

Before she could even regain composure I stood up, grabbed her around the waist and slid her, cake and all towards my fully erect cock. I drove it inside her with full force, not waiting for her to acclimate to its size, I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to catch her while her pussy was still throbbing from the explosion of orgasm that just shot through it. Her legs laid apart easily she forced her pelvis against my pounding dick with every stroke. She wanted me inside her harder and harder. I had one hand squeezing one breast almost flat and using it to drive her unto my cock in rhythm, while my other hand was scooping up the cake that had mixed in with our sex juice and shoving it in her mouth. Then I pulled her close to me and rammed my tongue into her mouth tasting the cake and her spit. Then I leaned back and toke her high-heels off, and smeared the cake all over her stocking covered feet. I stuck her whole foot in my mouth and sucked her toes and licked chocolate. Completely obsessed.

I told her that I was about to cum, and she screamed at the top of her lungs,

“cum inside me, oh god please cum inside me!”

there was no hope of fighting it off this time I was going to cum, and I didn’t mind obliging her. My balls tightened again, my legs shivered and a thick river of cum rushed up through my cock and fill her chocolate covered pussy. She panted and shook. We were both covered with sweat and chocolate. I slid my cock out of her and it was still fairly hard. She stared at it and then slid off the table and started sucking all the chocolate mixed with her own juices mixed with my cum. She sucked so furiously she sucked more cum from my balls. I was convulsing every time her warm wet mouth slid down my shaft. I finally backed away from her and she stood up. I grabbed her in my arms and held her tight to my body.

It wasn’t until then that I noticed that we must have lasted longer than the other too couples and that they had each returned to find us fucking in the dessert. Our audience had quietly watched as we fucked each other to the point of explosion. No one seemed upset. In fact our host just said,

“I was afraid no one was going to eat that a I would just have to throw that out.”

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Erin hasn’t been caught for any of her adulterous trysts. So far.

She has been seeing Jason behind her fiancé’s back for a couple of months now. At first it was the exception. Then it became the rule. Soon it just became an addiction. She was addicted to the bigger cock that he had to offer.

She has always been a horny girl, it had just been dormant throughout the 2 years of her relationship with Randy. Jason had awakened that, and now it seemed like she had no control over it. She constantly cheats on Randy with Jason, and lately she has been cheating on Jason with Mike, his black roommate. After a few weeks of this, she began to get cocky. Too cocky. Secure in the notion that she could never get caught, by either one of them, and her pussy would get all the attention it wants (and deserves).

By the end of October, she was seeing Jason 5 days a week, and fucking him at least twice each time. Once a week she was doing the same with Mike. And it only seemed to be getting worse!

On October 31st, a rare thing occurred. Both her and Jason were off on the same day (they worked together) and her classes were cancelled. She was very excited, hornier than ever. Jason had moderate good looks, a big guy with a shaved head and nearly a 9 inch dick. Erin, by contrast, was very small. About 5’2, 125 pounds, creamy white skin, dirty blonde hair past her shoulders, blue eyes, a great ass, and average tits. After some discussion with Jason at work, and making sure that Randy was gone to school for the day (he went to university), they decided they would go to her house for a change.

She pretended to sleep in as Randy got ready for school that day. He kissed her goodbye and left. When the door closed, she scrambled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom – Jason would be calling in 15 minutes from a nearby pay phone to confirm that Randy was gone. She was in and out of the shower in 10 minutes, quickly dried and brushed her hair. The phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered, pussy moistening with excitement.

“Is he gone?” a deep voice asked.

“Yes.” she said, smiling, tingles running through her body. She was standing naked in the bedroom.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes or so.” he said, hanging up. Smiling, she hung up the phone and ran into the bathroom again. She hustled on her makeup, and did a magnificent job, beautiful as ever. She went back to her room and took some very skimpy lingerie out of the dressor. She aimed to get fucked really hard, and very often that day. The lingerie was white, one piece, and see through. When she put it on, it hid nothing. Her pink areolas could be seen clearly. The brown triangle of her bush was showing through the white material. The tiny string at the back covered absolutely zero of her amazing ass. She became so hot at the thought of what would happen to her soon.

Meanwhile, Randy was in class and he found out from a friend that his 2nd class was cancelled. Since he had a break both before and after that class, he had 3 hours off. ‘Maybe I’ll surprise Erin’ he thought, ‘spend some time with her.’ Class would be done at 9:50am, he’d be home by 10.

At 9:30 sharp there was a knock at the door. Erin’s pussy flooded as she turned the doorknob, heart pounding. She opened the door in such a way that she was behind it, out of sight, nothing on but the tiniest bit of material. He stepped in, a big grin on his face, suspecting something was up. She shut the door, revealing herself in all her glory.

“Ohh..” he let a sigh of admiration and intense lust, smile dropping from his face.

“Hi!” she said, smiling and blushing. She looked down at his crotch, his cock was straining against his shorts. Her smile grew (as did the moisture in her crotch). She stepped forward on her tip toes, arms going around his neck. She kissed him, and he kissed back, hard. His hands slid down her back and latched onto her bare ass, squeezing the soft cheeks. They were cold to the touch. He pulled her even closer, tongue going into her mouth. Her near nude body was pressed against him, she could feel the bulge in his shorts against his stomach. Their lips were smacking loudly, their breathing was heavy. She broke the kiss and her small hand grabbed his.

“Come here.” she said, smiling. She led him to the bedroom she shared with her fiance. Jason’s eyes were locked on that beautiful ass the entire way. He loved how it shook when she walked. The tiny white string of her lingerie disappeared in the crack, the see-through material started up again just above the sun tattoo that was above her left ass cheek. He let go of her hand and had his shirt off as he walked into the room, kicking off his shoes. Erin got to the bed, turned around, and sat down on it.

She was now at cock-level and she reached out for his shorts, eyes locked on that massive bulge. Her breath was as shaky as her hands were, as she undid his button and slowly http://www.izmirlitv.com/ pulled down his zipper. She wasn’t shaking from nervousness. She’s been fucked by him well over 50 times by now. She was shaking because his huge cock and how he wielded it made her so turned on she could not keep still.

His shorts fell to the floor and she forced his boxers down off his ass. They, too, fell to the floor, revealing his huge, rock hard penis, standing at full attention for her. Her heart missed a beat, she could distinctly feel a tingle in her pussy at the sight of this beautiful dick. Her small hand reached out, wrapping its fingers around his thick shaft. Still staring at it, as if under a spell, she slowly stroked its length.

She leaned forward and Jason watched as her lips kissed his mushroom helmet. Her tongue snaked out and she slowly licked from the base of his pole up to the top, trailing her saliva all the way. He moaned, watching her. Erin held his cock straight out from his body, her eyes looking right at it as she brought her mouth closer. She kissed it again, softly. She opened her lips and slowly slid the head of his member inside. He watched her lips slide down his shaft until it was mostly in her mouth.

Meanwhile, it was 9:42 and Randy’s class was let go early. What a waste of time that was! Why did he even get up? He had no idea that at that very second, the woman he loved had her lips stretched tightly around another man’s penis. Some guy had his cock stuffed into the mouth of the woman that Randy planned to marry. He left the building and began to walk home.

‘slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp’ the sucking noises of Erin’s mouth on Jason’s organ were louder than ever as she truly tried to impress him. Her head was bobbing back and forth at his crotch as he held it with both hands, keeping her long hair out of the way of her face. He loved watching her entire beautiful face as he shoved his cock into it!

Her lips glided smoothly up and down his shaft, and he could see the saliva that coated his penis every time her lips went back up to the top. She pulled his dick out of her mouth with a ‘slurp’ and looked up at him. He looked into her gorgeous blue eyes and bent to kiss her. She snuck her tongue into his mouth briefly before breaking the kiss.

She leaned back on her elbows, wordlessly. She brought her tiny feet up on top of the bed setting them down flat, legs open, knees bent. His eyes drifted down her body to the dark patch that could be seen through the sheer material of her lingerie. She backed up on the bed as he knelt on it, between her short, sexy legs. He bent down and kissed her pussy through the wet material, he could smell the strong scent of her desire. Her chest was heaving as her arousal increased, her breath shortening up.

Jason kissed each of her soft, inner thighs, teasing her. He reached up and his fingers slowly pushed her lingerie to one side. Slowly the brown curls of her bush came into view, followed by pink, swollen pussy lips. They were pressed together, quivering.

He kissed her naked slit, and she gasped. His tongue snaked out and he slowly licked from the bottom of her pussy up to the top, tasting her.

“Ohhhhh…” she sighed, feet sliding further up the bed. He slid his tongue into her treasure, deeper and deeper, until his nose was buried in her pubic hair and his tongue was as far as it would go. He licked outward, running his tongue along the ceiling of her cunt, gathering her delicious juices.

She moaned again, her small hand reaching down to hold his bald head. He licked up her slit to her clit, his tongue teasing over it lightly. He sucked her clit into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue. Bolts of pleasure shot out from her pussy, and she gasped at the sensation. He released her clit, kissing her lips once more. He looked up at Erin from between her thighs.

“Let’s do the 69.” he said with a smile.

“Sure!” she said cheerfully, smiling back. Why not? They had all day to fool around!

As Jason lay on his back and Erin began to spin around, Randy began his fateful climb up the stairs to the apartment.

She slowly swung her leg over his face, small hand grabbing his big cock. Jason’s face was mere inches from her pussy, which could be seen through the sheer white material. He reached around her legs to her ass, grabbing the string out of her crack and pushing it to one side. Her beautiful pussy became exposed to him, as well as her asshole.

Grabbing his penis, she slipped it into her mouth, running her lips 6 inches down his shaft, touching her throat. He grabbed her ass, forcing her cunt down on his face, where he shoved his tongue inside. “Mmmmph…” she moaned, softly, pulling his dick out of her mouth with a slurp.

That same moment she moaned, Randy opened the front door. He was silent as he did so, not for any particular reason, it just happened to end up that way. As the door slowly shut behind him, Jason clamped his mouth on Erin’s clit, tongue lapping at it.

“Ohhhhhhh…” she moaned as bolts of pleasure shot from her pussy. At the same time as her loud moan, the front door shut. She didn’t hear it, too engrossed in the feelings in her crotch and too secure in the knowledge that there was no way she could be caught. Jason didn’t hear it because Erin’s thighs were on either ear!

Randy missed his fiance’s moan, though he heard something, just not sure what! He stopped to listen. Nothing. He began to slip out of his shoes and put his bag down.

“Ohhhhh God!” came from his bedroom. Curious, still too naive, he crept down the hall. His bedroom door was open, but in such a way that he couldn’t see the bed around it. However, he peaked through the crack where the door hinges were and he could see everything clear. The woman he loved was wearing next to nothing, her crotch on some guy’s face, his huge cock in her hand as she stroked it.

He was filled with rage instantly, but at the same time he realized he was rock hard! Still – that slut! He was in shock, otherwise he would have burst in the room and killed him. He watched Erin shove her hair to the other side of her head, kind enough to show her boyfriend her pretty face, unobstructed as she slipped that monster cock back in her mouth.

“Mmmmmph…” she moaned, bobbing her head up and down this stranger’s penis. The shock had subsided now, but Randy couldn’t move. He felt like watching more of this amazing show. When would he see anything like this again? Never! Especially when he planned to send her packing. No, he wanted to get pleasure out of this as well. Now that he can see Erin for what she really is, any love that was remaining in him for her died. Now it was mere lust. They will pay for this, but first, he would watch more of the show.

He pulled out his cock. It was rock hard. He had always fantasized about his woman fucking another man, but he had never actually wanted it to happen! Now it WAS happening, he would live the fantasy, then dump the woman.

Holding her lingerie to one side with his fingers, Jason spread Erin’s pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing to him more pink. He slid his tongue into her, tasting her. She was so wet, her juices were just flowing. She was gliding her lips up and down his cock, moaning softly.

‘slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp’ Randy could hear her slobber on this guy’s cock loud and clear.

Jason clamped his mouth around her clitoris and lapped over it lightly with his tongue. “Ohhhhhhhh…” she moaned, pulling his manhood out of her mouth. A heat wave overtook her body, she began to shake as she came hard. She groaned louder, tucking her head down beside his cock, squeezing it with her tiny hand. She rubbed her pussy down on his face as her orgasm took control.

“Ohohohohhhh my God…” she sighed, “that was incredible.” She let go of his dick and lifted her leg back over him, spinning around on the bed. She pushed her straps down as she turned, down off her arms to her waist, revealing her lovely tits.

Randy shook his head, painfully. His woman was showing this guy her tits. He could see the guy now. He was bald. He thought he’d seen him on the stairs once or twice the past couple months but couldn’t be certain. He continued to stroke his cock as Erin pushed her lingerie down off her ass, pulling the skimpy material off her feet and dropping them on the floor. She straddled him, not knowing that her boyfriend was watching the whole thing.

Randy began beating his meat harder. God she was hot! He had to give her that. From her sexy, white ass to the bottoms of her tiny feet, he took it all in.

Jason looked down Erin’s sexy body, she rubbing her wet slit along his shaft. He looked at his fat cock poking out from beneath her bush. He looked up at her, she was smiling. She loved how his warm shaft felt rubbing along her sensitive lips and clit.

Randy watched his fiancé raise her ass, reaching beneath her and grabbing this guy’s fat member. She held it up in the air, bending over a little more. He could see it perfectly. The tip of that cock touched those swollen pussy lips and slowly disappeared inside.

“Ohhhhhh…” Erin moaned as her warmth engulfed him. From behind, her boyfriend had a perfect view of a huge cock sliding into her. She pushed her cunt all the way down his pole, filling herself up.

Jason slid his hands down to her ass, squeezing the cheeks as she slid her wet tunnel up and down his organ. ‘squeek…squeek….squeek…squeek’ the bed squeeked loudly every time Erin slammed her ass down on him. He grabbed her tits, squeezing them roughly as she fucked him. He lifted up, his tongue shooting out and licking around her nipple. He humped his hips upwards, meeting each of her thrusts as he sucked a hard nipple into his mouth.

“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” she moaned every time he drove up into her. He was in heaven, his cock feeling so good engulfed by her steamy hole. He reached around her, grabbing her ass again as he kissed up her neck. He forced her down on him even faster as he thrust up harder to meet her. His mouth found hers and they kissed, gasping for breath. He began to fuck upwards lightening quick, forcing her to break the kiss, moaning.

Randy was jerking off hard as he watched this new guy ram his huge cock up into his girlfriend at what seemed an impossible pace.

Her moans became very loud, and very high pitched, she could feel an orgasm rocketing towards her. Then she was silent.

‘squeak squeak squeak squeak’ Jason was fucking upwards incredibly fast.

“OHHHHHHH!!!” she moaned, eyes closed, face flushed. She could physically feel her pussy squeezing and releasing that big cock that continued to ram into her. Her heart was pounding, she fell over on top of him. His hands had a death grip on her ass, helping him get momentum as he drove his penis hard into her.

“Oh God!” she sighed, burying her face in his neck. She was a helpless ragdoll as he fucked her wet pussy as hard as he could. He slammed his long cock up into her and held it there, his lips searching for hers. They kissed passionately, Erin sending her tongue into his mouth.

Randy was disgusted at the sound of their kissing, and the fact that another guy’s large dick was buried in his fiancé. But he was about to cum, and had no control over his arousal. There would be plenty of time for revenge later.

Jason gently pushed the small girl off of him and she lay on her back. She opened her legs, sliding her feet up the bed so she was as wide open for him as possible. Her pussy was still tingling like crazy, even after such a violent orgasm.

His gaze was locked on her beautiful pussy as he knelt between her legs. Surrounded by a triangle of neatly trimmed bush, her pink slit was a shade darker from all the fucking.

Randy’s gaze trailed up his girlfriend’s small feet, up her smooth legs. He watched as this other, bigger man mounted the woman that at one time he loved. He could clearly see Erin’s expression, and he watched her arch her head back and close her eyes as this man entered her.

“Ohhhhh yesssss…” she sighed as she felt him fill her up with one stroke. Randy was losing it, he could take no more.

Jason held himself up on his arms as he began to fuck his little sex slave, watching her. She moaned, face wincing with pleasure as his 9 inch cock jammed into her horny pussy. He watched her tits bounce up and down with every thrust. Her small hands reached down and held his ass as he pounded into her.

Her fiancé could see the engagement ring on her finger as that hand pushed the ass in towards her. After a couple more minutes, Randy came, his cum shooting on the desk beside the door as he was just able to turn in time. As Jason continued to screw his girlfriend, Randy crept into the nearby bathroom, grabbed some tissue, and cleaned up the desk, tucking his cock back in his pants. They’ll never know he got enjoyment out of this!

“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” her moans rang throughout the apartment as their fucking reached a crescendo. Jason decided he wanted to cum all over her, and he lost it. A few more rapid thrusts and he pulled his penis out of her vagina.

Just as Randy finished cleaning, he peaked through the crack again in time to hear Jason moan. He watched a thick load of cum spray out his cock and string itself across Erin’s body. She smiled as more of it poured out onto the fur of her bush.

Randy had enough. He’d like to say he fought like a man, but that would be a lie. Jason was bigger than him.

Randy burst into the room and cold cocked him. The naked man fell off the bed hitting his head on the wall.

“RANDY!” Erin screamed, surprised, guilty, ashamed, angry. While Jason was stunned, Randy hauled him up and dragged him to the door, grabbing his clothes on the way. He threw him out the door, naked, and his clothes followed. Then he shut and locked the door before he could get back in.

Erin stood in the hall, naked, frightened. Another man’s cum was streamed across her belly, and the white goo was in the curls of her bush, too.

“Get dressed.” Randy said. “You’re gone.”

Long story short, he wouldn’t even let her take the time to clean the cum off her stomach, she barely had time to throw on shorts and a T-shirt over the sticky jism. At the door he grabbed her left hand and practically ripped the ring off her finger. He forced her out the front door, locking it.

When Erin and Jason got to the bottom of the stairs and out front of the building, she noticed there were a lot of clothes scattered across the lawn.

They were hers.

*if you enjoyed this, you can read more great Erin stories in 1st Affair (Loving Wives) and 2nd Affair (Interracial Love). Let me know what you think!*

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** To my readers, I broke this story up because I’ve noticed of late that my writing is getting long-winded. Rather than post a nine page story I’ve decided this one had a good breaking point so I shortened it by half. I hope you enjoy!

**

I picked up this job after visiting a few times during my college years. The resort wasn’t the usual spring break destination, but my folks had a condo here and it was a nice get away from the books, late night cramming and cold New England winters. I started playing tennis as a kid, and when I came to the island the tennis pro used to teach me even more, I think a few of our lessons were pro buono because he was annoyed by the rich old ladies flirting with him. I got a call from him this past winter asking if I wanted to give him a hand by giving some tennis lessons over the summer. I took him up on the offer when he told me what I could expect to make in tips. That’s how I ended up here, and it’s been sun and fun since. Well sun and some fun, and a few obnoxious old ladies trying to hit on me.

The weekend was quiet, but it was still early in the season and there had only been a few lessons to give. The resort was cool, I stayed in a little two bedroom bungalow for employees. My roommate Rick was a waiter that was also here for the summer. I stopped by the rec directors office this morning to see if there were any sessions for tomorrow. I had the day off today since the weekend crowd had cleared out.

He said that Bob, the pro, passed on a lesson and asked if I wanted it for tomorrow. A one hour session set up by a Ms. Rossi. She listed herself as a beginner/intermediate that was rusty. I killed the day roaming around doing a little beach combing in the afternoon. I wondered if she was going to be another nouveau-riche middle aged woman or elderly retiree.

Tuesday came and I headed down to the beach for some swimming in the morning before meeting up with Ms. Rossi at one. I made it back in time to grab a quick lunch and shower. I made my way down to the court with my racket, wondering what I was in for. I stopped by the little bar between the courts and said hi to Rick, and the bartender Julie. Now Julie was a find. She was a hot brunette about thirty or so that seemed about as laid back as you could get. Rick and I both tried to get a date with her to no avail. She tended to treat us like little boys but in a sweet way without being condescending. She asked if I had any lessons today and I said I did with a Ms. Rossi. Julie’s brows went up.

“Well aren’t you in luck.” She said. “Stacey? I have your one o’clock over here.” She said smiling over her shoulder. A lady I hadn’t spotted at the other end of the curved bar lifted her head and stretched to see around Julie. I was shocked for a moment at the sight. There sat a tall woman with long blond hair in a white polo shirt. She wasn’t tanned like most everybody else which screamed tourist. She was probably about Julie’s age I’d say thirty-ish, with bright blue eyes and a killer smile. In essence she was hot. She stood and walked around the bar and held out her hand.

“Hi I’m Stacey, you must be Chip.” She said. Her voice was smooth and husky. “Do you want to get started?” I swear I saw a sparkle in her eye as she said that.

“I think that’s my line.” I said smiling. She walked around the bar and leaned forward picking up her bag. The view she gave was terrific, long lean legs led up to a tight round ass that her shorts did entirely too good a job of hiding. I felt a slight nudge in the kidney from Rick and got a sly smile from Julie which spoke volumes as to how tough my afternoon was going to be.

We walked towards the courts and chatted about tennis, how she used to play when she could but it was for fun never for competition. She enjoyed it and wanted to brush up on her game for summer. I noticed by her accent she was from the Boston area, which caused her to smile.

“Yea we don’t use many R’s up there.” She chuckled, pronouncing it ‘ahhs’. “You ever get up there?” She asked.

“I went to BU.” I chuckled. “Though I’m not from the Boston. I’m from western Pennsylvania myself, near Pittsburgh.”

“Cool, I bet you hit the north end pretty hard then. My old stomping grounds.” She replied.

We compared notes on places we’d been and bars we’d been to. She was really personable and very easy to talk to. She walked onto the court ahead of me and dropped her bag pulling her racket out of the side and walked a few paces and began stretching. I set down a basket of balls, and joined her, but mostly just gawked at her. She had the body of an athlete, lean and strong, her arms actually bulged when she flexed.

“Uh not to sound like a jerk, but do you work out?” I asked. “You’re not my usual type of pupil.”

“What’s your usual type of pupil?” She smiled.

“Arthritic old guys and their horny wives.” I chuckled.

She smiled over her shoulder looking me up and down. “Well I’ve been a runner since college. I’m a bit of a jock actually, nothing specific but I don’t hesitate to join in a game of one on one, or some izmir escort bayan backyard football or some beach volleyball. I stay pretty active, but don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you to start.” She gave me a sexy smile and I’d swear she winked at me.

“You have me curious now. You put on the form, rusty amateur, now I’m a little worried. Let’s see your form, go ahead over to the other side of the court.” I pulled the ball machine over and parked it loading the bin and turning it on.

“You want to see my form, on the first date? You work pretty fast. I like that.” She said as she walked around the net. I stood there dumb-founded. She was openly flirting, and I know damn well that wiggle in her walk was not there a minute ago. She reached behind with both arms stretching her arms and shoulders. Her polo shirt pulled tight over an incredible chest. Her breasts weren’t huge but nicely proportional to her body.

“Let’s try some forehand shots first.” I aimed the ball machine and grabbed the controller and stepped to the side and lobbed a ball at her and she nailed it hard off the fence. “Easy, you’re not trying to put one over the Green Monster at Fenway.” I chuckled. “Reach back, follow through and prepare for the next volley.” I lobbed a few more balls at her and she smoothed out and was getting warmed up nicely. I saw beads of sweat running down her face. The Florida sun was making her glow. “Okay, how about some back hand to see how you do.”

“Oh the backhand I’m good at, my mother taught me everything I needed to know as a kid.” She laughed. I smiled imagining her to be a handful as a kid. She dropped a few into the net, and I walked over to her side of the net and showed her a better foot placement, and had her loosen up her grip a bit. She knocked the next two over the net, and one went wild outside the line.

“Here.” I said, as I walked up to her and turned her away from me. I reached around her taking her wrist in my hand, and as she noticed what I was doing she stepped back into me nestling her body into mine. She was only a few inches shorter than me and her ass pushed into my semi hard cock. I took a deep breath and did my best to think of anything else. I motioned for her to loosen her wrist and reached left, wrapping my arm around her, her right breast pressing into my arm. “Keep your arm straight, and level, and as you swing forward, lift with your body and the ball will clear the net.” I said.

“Like this?” She said bringing my arm around again, pulling me against her. Despite my mind doing its best to not think about her body, nature took hold and I felt myself getting hard as a post.

I let go of her wrist and stepped back and she looked over her shoulder at me, scanning down at the bulge in my shorts and grinned. I hit the button on the machine and a ball came sailing across the net at her and she missed it by a mile.

“Keep your eye on the ball.” I said.

“I thought I was.” She laughed over her shoulder. I fired a few more at her and she followed through with the swing putting them right on the service line. The lady was a fast learner, and good at taking direction. I needed to stop staring at her ass, so I picked up the ball collector and started picking them up. I sent her a few more altering the height and speed. She rolled onto the balls of her feet and started darting quickly to meet barrage I was sending her. She did a damn good job of returning most of them.

“Ready for a little volley time?” I said smiling.

“Bring it on baby!” She yelled back with an ear to ear grin. I moved the machine out of the way clearing the court of loose balls. I grabbed two and walked back to the court with my racket. I bounced one and knocked over the net and she darted and drilled it back at me. She was aggressive with her return which had me wondering how hard I could push her as I soft balled it back to her. She dodged aside taking the ball on her backhand like I’d shown her and she put it right over the net with a nice spin and dropped it short making me scramble to get to it. If I’d been keeping score it would have been a close thing. I was sweating up a storm as she kept me on the run for the next half hour. I finally gave in and ended the lesson, thought it was more of a match of wills than a lesson. As we walked over to our bags she set her racket down and whipped her sweaty polo off over her head. I stopped and stared at her smooth skin and her breasts held nicely by a white sports bra. She looked at me with a sly smile.

“So, how’s my form coach?” She asked. I blinked a few times, my jaw slack. I wasn’t completely sure that my heavy breathing was from the work out I’d just had or from seeing her bra. She fanned herself for a few then reached for a water bottle, popping the squirt top and directing it into her mouth then her face and chest. She stood there glistening as she swallowed her water looking at me, her eyebrows rising. It was then that I realized she was waiting for a response.

“I um, uh, your form is great.” I said wide eyed, stammering. She reached into her bag and pulled escort izmir out a towel and began toweling off her face and chest. She pulled at the elastic band of the bra loosening it from her skin.

“I can’t wait to get this off and take a nice long shower. I might even get a massage this afternoon.” She tilted her neck back and forth stretching it. She looked at me, smiling again. “Honestly I’m flattered, but you must have seen a girl in a bra by this point in your life.”

I stammered, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” I reached down into my bag and grabbed my towel, and a I had an epiphany. I wasn’t sure if she was teasing the hell out of me or if she was a really forward person. So I figured I’d test the water. “I’ve seen girls in bras before, but none of them looked as ripped as you do. I’m used to humoring rich old ladies, not getting thumped by hot young ladies.”

“Really.” She said her smile getting wider. “What’s so different?”

“None of them ever got me hard showing them a backhand stroke.” I had no idea what kind of reaction I was going to get, but I couldn’t stop myself from saying it. In for a penny, in for a pound.

She reached down into her bag and pulled out her phone and looked me right in the eye after dialing a number.

“Hello? Yes this is Stacey Rossi, in 1024, I’d like to know if Chip has time for another tennis lesson tomorrow. Good, is he available early? Ten sounds perfect, please put me in for two hours though, not just one. Thank you.” She pulled the phone down tapping the screen without looking at it, and tossed it back in her bag.

“How’s your endurance?” She asked me.

“I guess I’d better get to bed early.” I grinned.

“You don’t know the half of it.” She reached up and wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me towards her, our lips touched and our mouths melted together, our tongues lashing as I pulled her to me. She released me from our lip lock.

“I wasn’t kidding about that shower and massage.” She grinned. “What are you doing for dinner? Or is there some silly rule against fraternizing with the guests.”

“Technically, I’m a guest too, 1215. I’m just working for the summer because I love it here, and I was recruited by the regular tennis pro who is on vacation for a couple weeks.” I smiled.

“Well my folks tell me there’s a nice little seafood shack a little ways down the beach. Can I buy you dinner as my way of saying thank you for a great work out?” She asked, knowing I’d say yes.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to check with my social secretary.” I said looking over her shoulder. “There’s the dinner with the senator, no that’s next week.” I felt a hand caressing my cock through the front of my shorts. My mouth went dry as I looked into her eyes. “Yes.” I croaked, my voice catching in my throat.

“Good.” She said with a satisfied smirk. “You know my number.” She leaned in to my neck and whispered it again, and kissed me on the neck. She bent down and packed her gear whipped the towel around her neck, freeing her ponytail. She gave me a wink. “Catch ya later sexy.” She stepped out of the gate and left me standing there with a raging hard on and my mouth hanging open.

I stood there for a few moments wondering if I was imagining what just happened. I grabbed my bag and wandered back to the bar. It was the middle of the afternoon and most of the people that were here were down at the beach or at the pool. Julie saw me coming and set an icy water bottle up on the counter.

“You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She said squinting at me.

“Well she isn’t very tan but I’d hardly call her a ghost.” I said grinning suddenly.

Julie’s eyebrows shot up. “You did not just defile the tennis courts in broad daylight with the cougar.”

It was my turn for the eyebrow elevation. “Cougar?” I asked. “How old is she?”

“Well I wasn’t sure so I carded her, she’s got you by a few years Chip.” She said smiling.

“How old.” I said sternly.

“Like your dick is gonna care!” She laughed.

“Seriously she looks your age, what is she about thirty?” I asked. Jules threw her bar rag at my head.

“I’m twenty nine jerk! She’s got seven years on me!” She said testily. “Though I’ll give you that, she sure as hell doesn’t look it.” She added quietly.

“Thirty six?” I looked over my shoulder at the main building. “Damn, she’s fourteen years older than I am?” I thought, she sure as hell didn’t look, act, or play like it.

I looked back at Jules and shrugged. “Oh well, we’re having dinner tonight. I’ll keep you posted.”

“Nice work Romeo. Just don’t let her chew you up and spit you out. Enjoy it while it lasts but don’t let her have that.” She said pointing at my chest.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think that’s what she’s after.” I said grinning. I thanked her for the water and made my way back to my bungalow to shower and relieve a little stress that had built up in my shorts.

***

I stepped into the warm spray and lathered up, the water washing away the sweat. I tried to think about anything besides Stacey, izmir escort but that kiss kept bringing me back. The bold move she’d made stroking me through my shorts. I looked down and it appeared that I wasn’t alone in my appreciation of her charms.

“Damn you for not paying attention to me.” I said looking down at my raging hard cock. “A pretty girl pets you and you’re like a puppy wanting to follow her home.” From what my past college dates told me I was slightly above average, one girl I went out with for a couple months told me she’d never seen a cock as thick as mine, which I learned was a good thing. I didn’t figure that she’d had much experience but I no longer worried that I would ‘size up’ on a date after that. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and let the water run over me as I imagined Stacey in the shower. The water cascading off her tight body. Frothy soap bubbles sliding over her breasts. I wondered what her nipples looked like, were they big with wide pink areola or were they small and dark. Either way I knew I’d love them, and hoped I got the chance to find out tonight. I stroked my cock wondering if she was shaved or not, maybe she had a little landing strip. My hand moved faster as my mind imagined her with a razor shaving herself for me right now. When she rinses off she’ll begin massaging herself thinking of me.

I cleaned the mess off the shower wall and got out, toweling myself off and made my way out to the little kitchenette we had, to grab a cold drink. The more I tried to not think about her, the more I did. I flipped on the TV on, hoping to find something that would get my mind off her, with no luck. I decided to take a short walk. I avoided the main areas skirting the edges of the property and found myself down by the motor pool. Which was basically a garage where small vehicles were kept for the resort. There were a couple golf carts in one bay and a couple four wheel ATV’s in another. I walked past the garage and followed a path through the growth and found my way to a putting green that I hadn’t noticed before. The one thing that this place didn’t have, which may be an issue for some, is a golf course. The island is too small, and there is a public club on the mainland just down the coast a few miles. I wandered along the edge of the greens noting that there was a small patio laid out with a couple lounge chairs and tables for those not putting. I found myself wandering along the edge of the beach and looked up, seeing the deck of the place Stacey was wanted to have dinner at later. I looked at the time and decided that she might be done with her shower and massage by now, and called her.

“Hi Chip.” She said, and I could tell by the way she said it she must have been smiling.

“Hi Stacey, I was wandering the beach and wondered when you wanted me to pick you up for dinner.” I said, a stupid grin crept across my face.

“Well I already called and reserved a table on the deck for 7 so probably 6-ish?” She replied. “I figured we’d just walk as it’s only a short way.”

“Sounds great to me.” She had no idea how great. “I’ll pick you up then.”

“Do you remember the number?” She teased.

“1024” I whispered into the phone.

“Good, see you then sweety.” She said chuckling.

I had about an hour or so to get ready and get over to her room. I decided to go upscale casual and got out my dress slacks and a nice shirt, and a light sport coat. I finished it off with a pair of loafers, and in homage to my location I skipped the socks, after all it is the tropics. I even went for a light splash of cologne, one an old girlfriend had given me, she said it had incredible panty-dropping abilities. One could only hope.

I looked at the time on my cell just as I turned it off, 6:18, a little early. I reached up and gave a knock on the door. A moment later I was greeted with a holler from the other side to come on in. I opened the door into a nice living room, beyond was a small kitchen with breakfast bar. I could hear movement in the next room. I assumed it was Stacey getting ready.

“It’s just me.” I said.

“I guessed as much.” She laughed. “Did you want a drink before we go? There’s stuff under the bar, the right side.”

“Plying me with liquor? Do you think I’m that easy?” I teased.

She poked her head around the door grinning. “I don’t think I have to. Do you? I’ll have a Crown on the rocks if you’re pouring.” Somehow I didn’t think she needed any liquid encouragement but why not. It’s not likely to be a problem showing up for my first lesson hung over if the person I was going to be teaching did the deed. I went over to the cabinet, found some glasses and the bottle she mentioned and poured two drinks. “I didn’t think you could look better than you did this afternoon in your shorts and club polo.” She said from the other room. “You clean up nice.” We both laughed.

She walked out of the bedroom adjusting an earring and I stopped dead in my tracks and stared. She was standing there in a sexy little black dress, so short that it showed off her gorgeous legs, it cinched in at the waist and the halter top was filled out nicely, hugging her breasts. She had combed back her hair on one side and pinned it back. A small gold pendant hung around her neck. She looked up and saw my expression and looked at me shocked.

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*author’s note: Yes I’m still working on Taken by the Viking, I’ve just been slowly writing this for the last two months and I finally finished it =) So here’s a little fun story in between Viking chapters.*

“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey baaaaaaaaaaaaaaay-beeeeeeee!”

Nicholas burst out laughing as his wife, Samantha, waved frantically at him from the dance floor where she was currently bumping and grinding with her best girlfriends. Seeing her actions, Marie and Anita also turned around and waved at their husbands, who had walked in with them.

The terrible trio were drunk off their asses, which was exactly what he and the other guys knew would happen as soon as they’d announced they were going out for a ladies’ night. As far as Nick could tell, ladies’ night was just code for drinking till they were plastered and then calling their husbands for the rides they’d earlier insisted they wouldn’t need. He didn’t know why they always thought they wouldn’t get drunk on ladies’ night, since that had never once been true, but they also said they’d be fine.

“How drunk do you think they are?” asked John, Anita’s husband.

“Drunk enough I’m going to keep the window in the car open, I don’t care how cold it is,” said Marie’s husband Donny. “If she pukes on the way home again, I want it outside of the car.”

Nicholas just grinned. He could tell his wife Samantha was his favorite kind of drunk right now; not so far gone that she’d be throwing up or miserable, but definitely drunk enough that she was going to be ragingly horny and open-minded enough to do all the nasty, dirty things sober Sam would blush about tomorrow.

Wearing a deep v-neck red sweater dress with black leggings and a matching black belt to help accentuate her curves, his wife looked hot as fuck as she came running up to him, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss. Her face was flushed, her dark eyes a little glassy, and long, brown tendrils of hair were falling out of the bun on the back of her head.

“Hey beautiful,” he said, holding her lush curves against him as he gave her a kiss on the nose. He ignored the greetings his friends were getting from their wives, focused on the gorgeous woman in his own arms. “So you’re a little too drunk to drive, huh baby?”

She giggled, looking adorably bashful as her hand covered her mouth. Then she squinted her eyes at him and showed him her fingers, holding her index finger and thumb a tiny bit apart. “Just a liiiiiittle bit.” Then she put her hand on his chest and started sliding it downward between their bodies. “But I’m not too drunk for other things…”

His dick jumped as her hand kept moving down towards his belt, but Nick couldn’t let her reach her goal. There was every chance she might try to literally get into his pants right here in the club. When she was drunk, she got really horny, and it was like all the fetters of her repressed upbringing went flying away, making her want to do all the naughty, dirty things she normally would struggle with.

Not that she held back her passion when she was sober, but there were just certain things she was a lot more reluctant to do. She’d told him she liked getting drunk and having him do debauched and perverted things to her. Sometimes she liked it when he tied her up and did those things too. It made her feel like it wasn’t her ‘fault’ when she liked something while she was out of control. Nicholas liked seeing her blush and stammer when he would bring up all the nasty things they’d done later, when she was sober or when he’d untied her. His prissy little passionate pervert.

“Let’s get you home baby, and we’ll do all the other things that you want to,” he said, giving her another kiss.

“Ooookay,” sang Samantha, giggling more as she stumbled and Nicholas curved his arm around her. The girls all gave each other sloppy hugs goodbye before allowing themselves to be separated and led off.

Keeping Samantha away from his erection on the way home was a chore, as it always was. Nicholas solved the problem by asking her to play with herself instead of with him. The leggings gave her a little bit of a struggle, but she hitched her sweater dress up around her hips and managed to get her hand into the tight confines of her leggings. Her breathy moans had him hard as a rock as he did his best not to go over the speed limit.

“Show me your tits, baby, I want to see them while you play with yourself,” he said, his tone making it more of a suggestion than an order. Samantha could be kind of contrary sometimes when she was drunk, but she responded well to suggestions.

Giving him a saucy little smile, she pulled the neckline of her sweater to the left and popped her boob out of her bra, making Nicholas moan again as her creamy flesh and pert, pink nipple were exposed.

“Oooh, that feels so good,” she crooned, pinching her nipple between her fingers as her other hand rubbed between her legs. Since he couldn’t see much of her pussy, because of the leggings, canlı bahis Nicholas found what he could see to be tantalizing in the extreme. All the more so because he knew his wife wouldn’t normally be exposing herself while sitting in the front seat of the car. There was no danger of her being seen though; it was way too dark out and there was almost no one else on the road. Still, it was fucking hot.

Nicholas tapped the gas a little harder.

By the time they got home, he was as fucking horny as she was, and Samantha was writhing on the front seat, whimpering because she couldn’t quite get herself off in her current position. Pulling into the garage, Nicholas hit the door closer and pulled the keys from the ignition before getting out of the car and practically sprinting around to pull his wife out of the car.

“I’m not done yet!” she protested as he unfastened her seatbelt and pulled her out. Her sweater dress was still up around her hips, her leggings pulled down just enough that he could see the sweet, hairless mound of her pussy and the tops of her thighs.

“That’s okay, baby, I’m going to finish you.”

He slammed the door shut and bent her over the front of the car. Samantha squealed. “It’s cold on my boob!”

It didn’t matter that he’d just been driving, the cold air had kept the hood of the car cold as well. Nick liked that. He pulled at the top of her sweater dress, pulling it down so that it trapped her arms at her sides, and then he pulled her bra down on the other side too, so both of her breasts were pressed against the cold hood of the car. He just could imagine how the dichotomy of the cold on her tits and heat in her pussy would be clashing inside of her body.

With her bent over like this, her arms pinned, her ass up in the air, her leggings were at the perfect position to completely expose the puffy, slick lips of her pussy to him. Nicholas groaned as he held her down with one hand on the small of her back, his other opening the front of his pants.

“Nicky, it’s soooo cold, my nipples are like ice!” She sounded almost gleeful, and he knew she liked it even if she was pretending to complain. Samantha always liked it when he took control, but even more so when she was drunk and didn’t feel the need to pretend she wanted the control.

“Well, let’s heat you up baby,” he said, lining his cock up with her pussy and thrusting in. He groaned and she shrieked as the hot, wet velvet of her pussy wrapped around his shaft. So fucking hot… so fucking tight…

Samantha was moaning and panting now, squirming on his cock as the hard tips of her nipples rubbed against the cool surface of the car. Sure it was slowly warming up, but that didn’t stop her from feeling the cold all through her top half. With her arms stuck in her sweater at her sides, there was nothing she could do but take it as Nicholas started pounding into her from behind, his thrusts hard and rough as her breasts rubbed against the hard surface of the car. She moaned and whimpered as her pussy contracted around his cock, the thick length rubbing all the spots she hadn’t been able to get to when she’d been playing with herself.

It only took a few minutes and then she was screaming out her husband’s name, her pussy spasming and squeezing as she came. The rapture sent her soaring, her nipples tingling with cold, her body shuddering at the intense sensations ripping through her. Nicholas fucked her through wave after wave of pleasure, his hard cock ramming into her and extending her orgasm. It wasn’t until she’d stopped shuddering and was practically limp that he pulled out, and pulled Samantha away from the car hood and pushed her down onto her knees.

His cock bobbed in front of him, shiny with her juices. Samantha stared up at him, her eyes now glazed with both inebriation and sexual satisfaction. Her breasts were no longer ivory; they were pink with the cold and her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. The sweater was now bunched entirely around her middle, exposing her shoulders and breasts, her hips and her swollen pussy.

“Open up, baby, I want you to clean all your cream off my cock.” Something she would normally protest doing, something which would normally make her blush just to hear the words. But Drunk Samantha just opened her mouth eagerly and leaned forward to take his wet dick in her mouth. Nicholas moaned as she bobbed her head up and down, not at all bothered by the glossy cum she’d left all over the length of his cock.

Her eyes were glazed with passion as she looked up at him, her pink lips tightly stretched around his cock and her body on display for his pleasure. Sober Samantha would have blushed and tried to cover herself. Drunk Samantha played with his balls, making him groan as he thrust harder and faster.

While he and Samantha had a great sex life when she was sober, she was also definitely shyer and a little more prudish. The times when she was drunk were fun, and she enjoyed them too. Sometimes she whispered fantasies to bahis siteleri him, blushing furiously, in the dark of the night, after they’d had sex, and later – when she was drunk and eager – he’d act them out with her.

Tonight was going to be the completion of one of his fantasies though, and he was looking forward to it. Before they got to that point, however, he was going to get himself off so that he could take his time and thoroughly enjoy round 2 with his drunken, kinky wife.

Sliding his hands into her hair, further disheveling her bun, Nicholas thrust hard and fast into her mouth as Samantha sucked and hummed over his cock. Even sober she liked giving him head, but Nicholas knew he was always a little rougher when she was drunk, a little more demanding, a little less careful. The first time she’d ever given him head, she’d been drunk, but after that she’d found the courage to do so more and more often – of her own accord – when she was sober. Sometimes she just lacked the courage to try something new without a little help to her inhibitions.

Since she didn’t have much of a gag reflex, he was a lucky, lucky man who could shove his cock down her throat when he wanted to.

“Fuck yes, baby… oh god that feels so good… suck me… suck me hard…”

The muffled whimpering noises Samantha was making vibrated along his cock, pleasuring him further as her fingers tugged at his balls. Nicholas tightened his grip in her hair, throwing back his head as his balls tightened. He thrust into her mouth and held her against him, feeling her throat and tongue working as he shot spurt after spurt of jizz straight down her throat. In the middle of his orgasm, he abruptly pulled out of her mouth to shoot the last strands on her face and breasts.

Samantha blinked at him in surprise since he’d never done that before. She looked down at the trickles of cum on her breasts, one hand lifting to wipe it off her cheek.

“Clean off your fingers with your mouth, baby,” he said, his voice a little hoarse as he tucked his cock away. “And don’t touch the cum on your breasts. I like seeing it there.”

Always submissive, Samantha stuck her fingers in her mouth and cleaned them of the cum she’d just wiped off her cheek. Her lips were puffy from sucking him, her cheeks flushed, and even though she’d already cum, he was pretty sure she was still highly aroused. Tequila might make her clothes fall off, but being bossed around is what made her horny as hell.

“Come on, baby,” he said holding out his hand to her. Samantha started to reach for her dress, obviously intended to fix it. “No, Samantha, just give me your hand. I like your dress like that.”

Samantha giggled as she took his hand. “You’re so dirty, Nicky.”

“I thought that’s what you liked about me,” he teased as he led her out of the garage. It was a bit cold out there anyway, even though it was a heated garage; the insulation just wasn’t as good. Inside the house it was nice and warm and he didn’t have any compunction about stripping her down completely so the only thing she was wearing was his cum on her breasts. Nick pressed his hand against her chest and rubbed the creamy seed into her skin, making Samantha giggle and lean into him. “Baby, do you remember what I said I wanted to do to you the next time you got drunk.”

His wife shivered. “Ooooh, Nicky, but that’s so dirty!”

Pulling her against him, Nicholas started kissing down the side of her neck as his hands slid over her bare flesh and to her ass, gripping her firm cheeks tightly and squeezing them, pulling them apart as his fingers sought out her crease. “Dirty is fun, though, isn’t it baby? You like it when I put my fingers in your ass.”

Finding the little rosette, he pressed the tip of his finger against her opening, teasing the sensitive nerves there as she squeaked and clung to him. “MMmmmmm…”

Even drunk, Samantha didn’t like to admit that she liked anything so dirty, so naughty, as her husband’s finger in her ass – although the truth was it got her hotter than anything else they’d ever done while she was drunk. When she was sober, she didn’t even like to think about how much she liked it. It was too embarrassing. Too perverted.

Good girls didn’t like things in their butt. They didn’t let their husband touch that hole or tongue it and they definitely wouldn’t let him put his cock in it. But that was the fun of being drunk, wasn’t it? It was an excuse to do all the bad girl things and then she could just blame it on the alcohol and not on her own naughty fantasies. Sober Samantha would never be able to admit that she’d goaded her girlfriends into shots tonight specifically because she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what it would be like for her husband to finally take her anal virginity, to finally push his cock into the tiny hole he’d explored with fingers and tongue the last couple of times she’d been drunk and willing to be talked into perversion. It had been decadently wicked, especially when he’d taken bahis şirketleri her from behind, his fingers thrusting into her anus in conjunction with his erection thrusting into her channel, while he’d whispered about how next time he was going to put his cock where his fingers were.

Nicholas nibbled on her earlobe and then abruptly pulled away, leaving her breathless and quivering. He scooped her up into his arms, making her squeal at being carried off like a princess about to be ravished – only she doubted any fairy tale princess was going to be ravished in quite the same way she was.

“Oh baby, I can’t wait to get my cock in your tight little ass,” he whispered in her ear as he carried her up the stairs to their bedroom.

Even though he’d made her cum already, Samantha’s pussy was throbbing with anticipation, her body feeling like it was tingling and heating all over in eagerness for the fulfillment of his whispered words. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing the side of his face, his throat, nibbling on his sensitive ear and sucking his earlobe between her lips before biting down and releasing. Nicholas practically growled at her brazen actions, his hands tightening on her naked body as he kicked open the door to their bedroom and hurried over to toss her onto the mattress.

Giggling and squealing as she bounced, Samantha deliberately jiggled her breasts a little more than was natural, spreading her legs open as she did so to flash her pussy at him. Nicholas’ eyes were dark with lust as he quickly stripped off his own clothing, his cock already hardening in front of him at the vision of his naked and eager wife, her thighs slightly spread, her tongue flicking out to wet her lower lip as she stared back at him. The expression on her face was a little wary as she looked at his growing cock, probably already thinking about where it was going.

“That’s right baby,” he said, fisting his cock and pumping it as it swelled in his palm. “This is going in your ass tonight.”

Samantha shivered and licked her lips again. “Maybe… maybe we should do it next time?”

She sounded nervous, but she also sounded like she hoped he was going to turn her down.

“Oh, no baby,” he said, crawling onto the bed with her, in between her legs. He pressed his hands against her inner thighs, spreading them wide so he could see her pink pussy lips, gleaming with her wet arousal and her little star winking beneath. Pushing her legs back towards her body, he folded her in half and she squeaked nervously as he exposed all her privates for his enjoyment.

Reaching out, he snagged a pillow and swiftly pressed it under her hips.

“Play with your breasts, baby, I want to watch you,” he said, as he leaned over and opened the drawer to his nightstand, pulling out the bottle of lube he’d bought a couple months ago.

Squirming, Samantha cupped her breasts like she was offering them up to him, squeezing the soft flesh and letting it spill through her fingers. The saucy, teasing look she gave him as she did so spurred his excitement.

“Like this?” she asked, pinching her nipples and rolling them between her fingers. She let out a little moan as she arched her back in pleasure.

Nicholas took her heels and put them on his shoulders, keeping her lower body lifted up but leaving enough space between them that he could play.

“Just like that baby,” he said as he squeezed lube onto his fingers.

“Oh!” She made a little mewling noise as he pressed one finger against her rosette, easily stretching the tight muscle and pushing in. “That’s cold!”

“That’s just the lube, baby, it’ll warm up,” he reassured her in a soothing voice, his finger sliding deeper into her hot, tight hole, as her muscle squeezed like it was trying to push the invader out.

Samantha moaned again as he pumped his finger back and forth, pushing it a little deeper each time, and she squeezed her breasts tighter. Whenever Nicholas played with her bottom hole she got all hot and tingly at how dirty it felt, how wicked. The coolness of the lube made her quiver, but it warmed up quickly, just like he said, as he fingered her backdoor. Her pussy spasmed emptily and Samantha slid one hand down to play with her pink folds, her other hand still massaging her breast.

“Oh fuck yeah, baby, that’s so hot,” Nicholas said in a husky voice, and Samantha squirmed as he pulled his finger almost all the way out so that he could add a second digit to the invasion. The entrance to her ass resisted, and then gave as she whimpered, her hips thrusting upwards, eyelashes fluttering, her fingers working faster on her clit. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you baby?”

“Oh yeeeeeeeees, Nicky, I’m sooooo dirty,” she replied breathlessly, writhing and moaning as he pumped his fingers back and forth in her tight ass, stretching out her hole. She felt like she was burning up inside. Nicky’s fingers made her feel so full and hot, so depraved… she liked feeling like his dirty girl when she was like this. “I’m so dirty, I’m going to let you put your cock in my ass!” She rubbed her clit hard, gasping as a shock of pleasure went through her, her orgasm hovering just out of reach…

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Jack and Allyson is a happy couple. Jason works the same days as Allyson but she works nights, which makes it hard to have some time together on workdays. Good thing is that Allyson works on an ambulance and gets to swing by their house for dinner. At least for a few minutes anyway. Although, it could be worse and they could not get to see each other at all those days. Jack cooks a home cooked meal every night so she doesn’t have to go eat fast food every night. It’s been good so far their relationship doesn’t go downhill because of too much time together or too little time. Its the perfect mixed. Even though they miss each other immensely.

This day though happens to be one of those rare occasions when Allyson doesn’t get to swing by and see her man. Allyson picks up her phone already sad that she won’t get to see Jason. She had been running on stupid calls for most of the night. And all she wanted was to go home for 2 min so she can get a hug and kiss from the man she loves. Instead she is pulled to the company headquarters for cleaning duties because of some big executives coming into town. Jason finally picks up the phone and answers, “Hi baby, on your way? It’s been too long away from you, I can’t wait to see you tonight. I made your favorite, chicken and rice dish…”

He doesn’t get to finish what he was saying when she interrupts, “Baby, baby, baby, can you stop. I got some bad news, those execs are coming into town again and we have to stay here and clean up some. We have been slammed all night with calls too. I’m not gonna be able to make it home.”

Jason sighs, and says, “That’s ok. I understand you’re at work and it gets busy don’t worry about it. I can hear the sadness in your voice, don’t cry because you can’t see me tonight. We’re off tomorrow, and the next and we have the whole time together no interruptions, no work, no family calling nada baby. It’s ok.”

Thinking that he is the most wonderful man ever, always trying to put a smile on her face she replies, “I love you, I don’t deserve an understanding man like you. Kisses baby, I’ll keep txting you tonight while your awake.”

Jason says, “I love you too. I will just keep this for you, so you can eat in the morning.”

Allyson says, “ok baby. I gotta go. I’m getting angry stares from my partner who is already pissed we have to do this again this year. Talk to you later”

He says, “ok baby don’t work too hard.”

Through the night they text each other back and forth chatting about things that went on that day. When Jason’s texts start coming fewer and fewer. Allyson knows he was going to get tired soon. Working as a chef in your own restaurant can do that to you. Allyson continues on with the cleaning of ambulances, office space, floors, and bathrooms. When she finally gets a text from Jason about 3am, saying “I have a surprise for you my love. Your duty officer is a nice guy, he let me sneak in to give you a surprise.”

With her jaw to the floor, she replies saying, “Your here? Where? What?” She starts to pace the floor of the break room of her HQ and finally decides to take off to the ambulance bays.

Just as she finally gets a response, she hears her tones drop for an emergent call. “Medic 6, with Perry fire, 2322 Mapleton, on a sick person” Before she even gets to look at he message Jason sent she calls his phone. He picks up and says, “That was for you wasn’t it?”

She says, “Yeah… Where are you so I can at least get a hug?” But just as he is about to answer she hears her truck number again. “Medic 6 disregard your run, remain at headquarters.” And it repeats again over the radio. “Medic 6, we are marking you out of service until further notice”

Allyson says in the most excited voice ever. “Ok, have to find out why that is, but anyway… So, big boy where you at? I want more than a kiss.”

Jason all of sudden is happy again as well, and says, “I’m in this ambulance all the way at the back wall 2 rows over from the back door. I will prop the door open for you.”

Allyson hangs up in a hurry to walk across the bay; she calls up dispatch and asks, “Why are we out of service?”

Dispatcher Larry says, “Well, 2 reasons, and I thought you would have known about one of them. Troy (duty officer) said you had gotten sick and was blowing chunks, so if that’s not true, we can put you back in service.”

She is surprised by Troy’s willingness to get in trouble, she has been super nice to him lately helping out with his duties as well as doing her own a lot lately. She coughs a couple times and says, “no, no, I just didn’t know troy had already told you, I still feel nauseous, can you clock me out so I can go home.” She is just outside the door of the ambulance Jason is in when she jumps up and down with happiness. She hangs up with Larry with the sickest most pathetic voice she can muster and hops in the back of a big box ambulance. Sitting on the bench seat along one wall he is sitting waiting for her, she sits down beside him and tells him what the radio traffic was all about. “Yeah well it was my illegal bahis idea, to get you to have more time with me. We have enough money coming in with the restaurant doing well I thought we deserved more time together.” He says, to her with a big grin on his face.

She smiles big and wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a big thank you kiss. As soon as their lips touched she felt the passion that always charged between the 2 of them sending shivers down her spine and goose bumps to appear on her arms. She releases a small moan from her lips pressed against his, and he pulls her closer into him. She goes willingly; knowing that in his arms is where she belongs. Heat begins to build between them, and she already feels the wetness begin. They both know it doesn’t take much to get her juices going, and really going they were, as soon as she felt his lips on hers. She moves her lips down his jaw to his neck and hear him let a small moan out of his mouth as well. She let’s her hand move down his chest and down his abs to his already semi-erect penis.

Kissing up and down on his neck and up to his ear, she whispers to him, “And does he know what your surprise was going to be to me, my love?”

Almost unable to respond Jason clears his throat and whispers back, “uhh, no he doesn’t but, I think you are about to get a bigger surprise than what I planned, I just brought you your dinner here so we can eat in private.”

She begins to nibble on his neck sucking in hard to leave big purple marks where she was, and says, “Well, I’m not hungry now. At least not for food.” She rubs up and down on his cock for just enough time to make it hard and says, “Baby, I got a surprise for you too. I felt a little frisky, and wore that sexy red lace you like tonight, I was going to come home wearing it already, then lick and suck on you until you woke up.”

He pulls back and makes and animalistic grunt and says, “No way, I so want you. Come here.” Just as the words escaped his mouth he was pulling off her uniform shirt to reveal the bright red lace of a low cut bra that was his favorite piece of her lingerie. The red up against her tanned skin made it stand out more. With a fling of her shirt to the front of the ambulance he pulled her in for another passion filled kiss. He began to move his hands now to her pants, unbuttoning them and feeling the familiar feel of the red lace g-string that matched her bra. Just knowing she was wearing the set made him rock hard in an instant. He pushed her down onto the cot positioned in the middle of the floor of the ambulance and pulled off her pants, and boots.

Lying there, she looked up at him, clad only in her bra and g-string; she looked up and motioned with her finger for him to join her. He takes off his pants and shirt in a hurry, and flings them with her clothes towards the front of the ambulance. He looks down at her and sees her mouth is open, knowing that she wants to lick and suck on his beautifully hard cock.

He kneels down towards the front of the truck and positions himself right beside her mouth. She turns her head and licks the tip of his cock with her tongue. Feeling the shiver run down his body from her touch, and moans a little bit letting her know how good her mouth feels on his shaft.

She wraps her fingers around his shaft and moves her head closer to him taking inch by inch into her mouth. Teasing every inch with her tongue. She takes every inch into her mouth then pulls her head back.

Feeling her mouth around his cock he reaches down to see how wet she is already, feeling on the outside of her g-string he feels is already damp from her wetness. He pushes the small bit of fabric aside, and pushes a finger into her. She moans hotly around his cock moving her head faster the moment she feels him touch her sweet spot. She deep throats him easily now feeling the head hit the back of her throat. She reaches under and squeezes his balls. Just then she pulls back and looks up at him and says sexily, “Fuck my mouth while you eat me. I want to be on bottom this time.” The purr that she loves escapes him and says, “If I start to suffocate you let me know. By the way baby that’s fucking hot.” With that he leans over, pushes the bra out of the way, and begins to suck on one of her nipples hard, and flicks pinches the other one with his fingers. He goes up and straddles her face and gets his cock just at her lips before he moves deeper into her mouth. She takes all of his cock in her mouth and starts sucking back on it when he withdraws his cock in fucking motions. All the way down till his balls hits her nose. She reaches up with her one hand and starts squeezing his balls again while the other is pulling his hips, so she can have his cock all the way in her mouth.

He brings his hips up and down on top of her, and begins to lick on the mound above her pussy. Licking and kissing her sweet tight pussy, making her moan and as she is getting her mouth fucked and getting teased by his tongue. Just when he knows she can’t stand the teasing anymore he plunges illegal bahis siteleri his tongue between her pussy lips to her clit, licking and sucking at her clit hungrily. He puts he runs his fingers up and down her legs to her pussy, before pressing 2 fingers into her. Making hot wet pussy sounds every time he plunges his fingers deep inside her, licking and finger fucking her pussy and clit. Then knowing how much of an ass girl his love is, he takes his 2 fingers out of her pussy and licks them clean before teasing her little anus, a pinkish brown pucker right below her pussy opening. He pulls up some of her juices with his fingers and rubs it on her ass, lubricating the little sphincter. He feels her squirm under him, knowing he is eating her to the point of climax already pushing her to her peak. He goes back to licking and sucking on her pussy and clit as he presses his fingers up her hole putting 2 of his big finger up her ass and pulls her hips closer to his mouth with his fingers.

She moans around his cock feeling his fingers enter her sweet ass. Knowing she was about to climax soon she starts to move her head as much as possible under him, so that they could cum at the same time. Sucking up and down on his dick in time with his fucking movements on top of her. She starts to feel everything tense in her body, and he begins to fuck her mouth faster than before. She knows he is about to cum as well.

Knowing all the right buttons to push on her while eating her out, she begins to climax moaning loudly around his cock.

He feels her moan around his cock, sending little vibrations from her throat around his member. He starts to cum himself, burying his face in her pussy, licking and sucking on her. Moving his fingers in and out of her ass faster and faster till both their orgasms were finished.

He feels her tap his lower back, not wanting to get up from where he was at cause he wasn’t done eating her, he moves his cock out of her mouth and positions himself to the side of her leaning on the floor. She tries to catch her breath, between gasps she says, “baby.. I.. Know.. You aren’t done… But we should.. Go home.. Before.. I.. Get in.. Trouble..”

He groans looking down at her tousled hair, with a drip of cum on the side of her mouth and he says, “ok baby. But you should eat your dinner; I’ll just be working on dessert while you eat. See, you’re already wasting the appetizer.” He brings his finger up to her mouth wipes off the little dollop and feeds it to her off his finger. Sucking the cum off that she missed of his finger, she hoped that dinner tasted as good as his juices. Knowing what he meant, she looked at him and says, “I can handle that. I love your version of dessert. Me doing something random, while your head is between my legs.”

After, a few minutes basking in the glow of their passion and love, they manage to get dressed decently enough to emerge from the ambulance. After, being mouth fucker, Allyson knew her hair was a tangled mess of curls on top of her head, so she throws her hair up into a ponytail to hide the damage. Just as she gets out of the ambulance, she hears the duty officer Troy say, “Well I hope you had fun, did you clean up after yourself at least?”

Being the kind of person that tends to say things before she speaks, Allyson wipes her mouth, and says to Troy “No mess to clean up dear.” Laughing joyously she grabs Jason’s hand and escorts him out to their cars.

Not wanting to let go of the other, Jason holds Allyson close as they come to her car first, and says, “Remember what we did on the hood of this car the first time I came to visit you?” she thinks back with a glazed look in her eye which brings a giant smile to her face.

“Yes I remember, and I wouldn’t mind doing that again either officer J.,” says Allyson leaning up against her car with him in front of her. He turns her around and presses his crotch up against her ass to give her another reminder, of the 40 min of dominance and bliss that they shared on a deserted road. Which turned into him bringing her home and making love to her for the rest of the evening. Thinking back on it she lets out a giddy sigh and says, “I want that again, guess it’s my turn to wear the uniform.”

Playfully, Jason slaps her ass and says, “No, I do believe you get to torture me enough just by walking by in a long shirt and no panties. I can’t resist you, baby. What can I say? You turned a nymph into a sex maniac.”

Allyson turns her head to look behind her at him while he is feeling up and down on her upper legs and ass and says, “Well, we better get home or find a secluded area before we get caught on candid camera.” Pointing up at the cameras facing the parking lot of her HQ.

Reluctantly, he pulls away gives her a longing kiss, breaking it short of her tackling him, “Ok, well I’ll meet you at home then.” He turns and walks to his car, with her watching his ass the whole way there.

She thinks to herself, I’m too lucky, I have a man that loves me, makes passionate love to me and doesn’t mind getting canlı bahis siteleri a bit dirty, and he has a nice ass that I like to pinch. Allyson gets into her car and turns the music up and begins to sing along with the radio. Driving home only took a couple minutes so she was barely able to finish one song. Jason then comes up to her; opening the door of the car beating her there because she was lost in day dreams of all the times she has been fucked senseless knowing tonight wouldn’t be any different than the other times she had screamed herself hoarse, or passed out from the incredible orgasms. He pulls her close to him kissing her deeply, already starting to pull her top off before they even make it into the apartment. Lost, in the moment she doesn’t even notice if she has flashed anyone, and didn’t care. By the time they flew open he door, Jason had his shirt off as well, and they were working on taking pants off.

He stands there already completely undressed watching her deal with taking off the combat boots she wore for work, and then her tight EMT pants. She stands up wearing only the bra and g-string set, she looks into his eyes and sees animalistic lust, and deep love coming from him. She blushes a bit every time she was seen naked but the blushing always seemed to get her dripping even more. He pulls her to him and starts to kiss up and down her neck on the most sensitive areas, then to her ears which were a key of setting her off in the first place, the hot breath and sounds he was making in her ear, about made her cum again standing right there in the entry way to their apartment. She started kissing and nibbling him back reaching his ears and neck as well. She broke their kissing by saying, “Baby, its official, I don’t think I will be able to eat till after, I’m simply too turned on by you right now to eat.”

She pushed him back till they landed on the couch with Allyson on top of him. She straddled his hips not aiming to put his dick in her at all, just straddle him so that he could feel her juices dripping down onto his shaft. Moving her hips so that his cock was completely covered in her juices without being inside of her. She leans over him and brings her lips down to his nipples; licking and sucking on the little nipples, blowing air over them, watching them get hard.

A shiver runs through Jason, it never failed to amaze him how she knew exactly what to do to him to make him damn near rape her every time they got intimate.

She licks her way up slowly up to his neck, kissing gently, and lovingly, until she came to her favorite spot on his neck. She bit down right at the base of his neck, where his neck met his shoulder. The muscle there just seems too bitable to Allyson. She knew she hit the right spot as soon as she heard him have a low growl that started in his chest, and sounded like the deep purr of a cat. She knew she was in trouble, but she always loved the trouble she got in with Jason, if she wanted the same old same old sex, she would have stayed with someone safe, and not her adventurous soul mate. Trying something new was always on their minds, The first couple times was very passionate but didn’t venture out much now they knew each other in and out and could venture as far as the horizons with each if they wished.

Before Allyson knew she was being lifted of Jason’s chest and pushed up against the wall. Arms pushed up against the wall by his hands. Just above her hands were the soft fuzzy handcuffs that they installed just for such occasions. With her eyes closed she could feel him kissing up and down on her neck and top of her chest, while taking off her bra. He then placed her hands in the cuffs. The cuffs gave her just enough slack that when she was pressed face first into the wall she could stick out her ass for easier access to her pleasure spots. Tonight, though she her back was against the wall, and Jason made a trail of his tongue down her neck to her pierced nipples, flicking one then the other with his tongue ring. He went back and forth sucking hard on her right nipple, kneading the flesh of the left in his hand then the other one the same way.

Allyson felt her juices start to over flow her barely there g-string, and drip down her leg. She could feel how hard Jason was against her leg. She thought, “God he has a beautiful cock, I can’t help but suck it in my mouth and feel it pound inside me.” He licked and kissed his way slowly down her abdomen to he pussy, smelling her fragrant aroma coming from her. He kissed all the way down one leg to her knee then back up the other. He didn’t lick at her pussy but blow a cooling breath across her exposed clit. A small moan escaped her lips. She started to squirm like she always did when she was being teased; she always fought back even though she wanted everything he could give her. Going back down and up her legs, catching the leaking juices on the inside of her thigh with his tongue. She hunched her hips forward in her own way of begging for his lips and tongue to reach her for her pussy already. She knew he wouldn’t give what she wanted until she verbally begged for it though. Barely caressing anywhere near her aching pussy, she finally screamed out in frustration and need, “Ohhh god, Jason eat my pussy, your pussy! Eat your juicy pussy, she needs you, I NEED YOU!”

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Summary: Years later, proud MILF is blackmailed back into submission.

Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events…the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple.

Note 2: This is part two of a multi-chaptered story. In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Fucked, Elizabeth, a proud Dominican teenager determined to overcome stereotypes, gets seduced by a white college man and becomes his personal cocksucker and ass slut. In this part, we flash forward a dozen years. Now married and working as an accountant, she is drawn back into a world of submission she had stayed out of (other than in role play with her husband).

Note 3: Thanks goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

Warning: Like my novella ‘Deconstructing the Professor’, this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. If words like ‘nigger’, ‘spic’, ‘puta’, ‘gringa’ and ‘chula’ offend you, please don’t read further.

Glossary:

I am a Canadian writing a story about a Dominican using a variety of Spanish terms. So, although I think I do a good job of explaining the Spanish words I use during the heat of the moment, here is a brief advance glossary:

Puta: whore

Gringa: whore – a term used by Dominicans for Americanized Dominicans

Chula: cute or sexy

PS: If any of these are used incorrectly, I apologize in advance. Urban Dictionary and Google Translate were my main sources.

Dominican Slut: Blackmailed

Two kids and twelve years later, I was living the ‘American Dream’. We had just purchased a new house in a nice, safe suburb, and we both had great, well-paying jobs.

We were successful enough to have a live-in nanny, a Haitian woman, which I revelled in having (which only makes sense if you know Dominican Republic vs Haitian history and our strong dislike for each other even though we live on the same island).

I had broken free of the historical chains of manual labour in my family and was a successful accountant working at the biggest firm in the city (there was even a bidding war over me of sorts when I finished my degree).

I was the most successful member of my family and the only one not doing menial labour like cleaning houses. I was (and am) a proud Dominican who wanted to be a role model to my many nieces and nephews…to show them that, unlike their mothers (my cousins were almost all dirty sluts who spread their legs for anyone), they could get out of the Dominican and make something of themselves.

Of course, Johnathan and I protected ourselves from the temptation of racial sexual submission by role playing at home a plethora of different scenarios (I’ll get into more details of our racial role play later).

Ironically, whenever I went back to the Dominican Republic to visit my parents, who moved back there a couple years after I graduated high school, I was mortified by my extended family, who were sex maniacs. My male cousins would grab my ass, cup my tits and try to sleep with me, trying to tarnish the ‘golden girl’ image I had achieved because of my academic and professional success (my parents keeping my senior year sex scandal under wraps). I was also ashamed of my female cousins, all with kids by the time they were twenty. I scolded them for being such sluts and spreading their legs for any guy.

Of course, my cousins had no idea of my own sexual taboos and would love to see me fall from the pedestal my parents and their parents had put me on. They would love to see the ‘golden girl’ with the uppity American education brought down a few pegs.

So in public I was a professional; a feminist; a proud Dominican who even had my national flag in my home on proud display.

Yet, behind the facade was a slut who loved to be used. Who loved having her face sprayed with cum. Loved having her asshole reamed, even more so than getting her cunt filled. Loved playing submissive role playing scenarios where she was a stereotypical Latina: an office slut to her fellow colleagues, a maid, a stripper or having to convince the deportation officer she should be allowed to stay.

Even though I am a proud Latina, my biggest fantasy is constantly having my Dominican pride taken away from me and eventually being made into a cum slut for the entire office.

Oddly, my fantasy was about to become a reality, although not in a way I would ever have imagined.

…

A rich entitled Italian, who had also gone to Harvard, albeit a few years before me, was named the new CEO…because her daddy owned the firm.

She was pretentious, snobby and a complete bitch…a bitch who immediately seemed to take illegal bahis a dislike to me.

At first, I couldn’t figure out why. The previous CEO loved me and I was always given the biggest companies’ accounts because of my work ethic and my thoroughness.

She had one on one conversations over the first month with all her employees and in the first minute of mine I could tell her dislike of me bordered on hate.

She said, “Liz, I’m not happy with you, can you guess why?”

Being my usual self and hating being called Liz, I corrected, “My name is Elizabeth, ma’am.”

She sighed dramatically and said, “Answer the question, Liz.”

I was annoyed clearly she was trying to shove her position of power over me, yet realizing I probably shouldn’t have corrected her, I answered truthfully, “I honestly don’t know, ma’am.”

She stood up from her desk and walked around in front of me. She asked, looking down at me, creating a clear power shift between her and me, “What is the difference between you and I?”

I wanted to say, ‘you have a rich daddy who gave you this job’, but that didn’t seem to be a good career move.

Instead, I pondered for a moment and answered, “You’re Italian and I’m Dominican.”

Immediately, Vaughn popped back into my head, he being Italian too.

“Well, there is that, too,” she nodded, before she continued, “I dress as a professional and you dress as if you’re going out to be a stripper.”

I could have joked I was actually taking dance pole lessons and that one of my newer fantasies was to be forced to be a stripper, but that didn’t seem like a good career move either.

Yet, I was also offended. I was wearing a blue blouse, black skirt and practical one inch heels.

Conversely, she was wearing a flower patterned blouse, a shorter leather skirt and ridiculously silly five inch heels…if anyone was unprofessional it was definitely her.

Yet, I couldn’t say that.

So I said, “I don’t understand, ma’am.”

“Professional women wear nylons,” she explained.

I had always detested pantyhose, wearing them only for weddings and funerals… I didn’t even wear them to my own wedding.

I explained, “Oh, sorry ma’am. That has never been a concern at the firm before and I have never been a fan of them.”

She said, “This is a professional place of business and you will dress accordingly.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded, feeling belittled which oddly made my panties dampen, which immediately mortified me.

She then went on a lengthy, mostly one-sided conversation of her vision of the firm. She asked me questions on occasion, but mostly it was like a teacher-student relationship.

Once I was dismissed, I pondered why I got wet while being belittled by her. Yes, if she were a man that would make sense, but I had never considered being with a woman.

I brushed it off and focused on proving I was an amazing employee, going out and buying a few different pairs of pantyhose. I always felt they were redundant because of how dark my legs already were (I actual found it amusing that white women attempted to look black by wearing black pantyhose or look Indian by wearing dark coloured pantyhose).

Yet, nothing I did ever seemed to be good enough. The big name clients began to go to other accountants and I was soon doing the generic individual tax returns and even being tasked with menial jobs like filing.

I was incredibly frustrated, but with the market slow down, there were not many other jobs available.

I also noticed a shift, over time, on how I was treated. I went from being widely respected and the top accountant in the firm, to being ignored and treated like I was low woman on the totem pole.

Then it got even worse.

One of the accountants who started after me, who was relatively incompetent, but ridiculously good looking, walked into my office and ordered, “I want this file done by Monday.”

I glared at him, resenting his rise at my expense and said, “I’m pretty sure that is your portfolio.”

“Look Spic, I wasn’t asking for fucking commentary. Just do as you’re told,” he firmly ordered.

I gasped. Although he had always been smarmy, checking out my voluptuous 38D breasts, and lately even slapping my ass a couple times, this authoritative side was very new…and frustratingly hot.

As I stared at him in shock, he added, “Just pretend you are back at Harvard and taking the orders on your knees.”

Before I could respond, he walked away.

Fear coursed through my entire being. Somehow he knew of my slutty one night where I was gang banged by three guys.

Fuck!

I always worried my high school past would come back to haunt me.

Yet, it was my one reckless moment in four years of college, one drunken wild night, which was now staring me in the face.

I did his work for him, coming in for twelve hours both Saturday and Sunday and handed it to him Monday morning.

He didn’t even look up at me as he said. “Thanks.”

“You’re illegal bahis siteleri welcome,” I politely replied, before asking, “You’ll keep it a secret?”

“Sure,” he nodded, still not looking up, “but I think I may want a piece of that bubble butt ass of yours in return.”

I wasn’t completely surprised by this, his blackmailing me seemed the next logical step, but I pointed out, “I’m married.”

“To a nigger,” he replied, finally looking up. “A slut like you needs a dominant white man to please you, don’t you?”

I could feel my face burning, flashing back to Vaughn and the dominance he had over me…a dominance that Johnathan tried to replicate, but being sweet and black he could only role play so well.

The reality was that as much as I loved my husband, as much as he tried to make all my fantasies as authentic as possible, he couldn’t replace the dominant white man I lusted over…craved. Black just cannot become white.

“Yes, he is a handsome black man,” I corrected, trying to hide my submissiveness and the reality that my panties were damp from him.

“He’s a nigger, a second level citizen, which is higher than third level wanna-be-American people like you are,” he said, venom and racial hatred spewing from his tongue.

“T-t-that’s ludicrous,” I stammered, even as I no longer saw him as Bryce, but as a strong white man who could put me in my natural place.

Instead of responding, I walked out fuming at both his attitude and my own internal weakness.

…

Over the next week, he did a variety of things which were definitely sexual harassment:

-He would walk by and cup my breasts when no one was around.

-He would call me his gangbang slut.

-He would squeeze my ass and whisper that it would soon again be filled with white dick, his stiff bulge rubbing my ass.

-He left a picture on my desk of a white dick, assumedly his, which looked so big, thick and appetizing.

That Monday, there was a note on my desk saying that I was to see him as soon as I arrived.

Reluctantly, I went to his office, worried what he may have in store for me…yet, undeniably, also a little excited. ‘Fuck! Underneath my career persona I am indeed a slut!’ I thought to myself. I then decided for myself to be the proud Dominican I was, the strong feminist I tried to be, and stand up to the fucking leech.

I turned my phone on record, hoping I would get enough information to use against him if he tied to blackmail me…a little tit for tat.

As soon as I entered his office, he ordered, “Close the door.”

I did.

“So have you been fantasizing about my cock all weekend?” He asked.

Truth be told, this weekend I had Johnathan role play being a fellow accountant and forcing me to be his cum slut, all the while in my head imagining it was Bryce.

I lied, “No.”

“Fucking Spic liar,” he roared. “We both know you’re just another Latina cum slut for white cock.”

It was true, but I wasn’t going to admit it and potentially lose my career. I needed to prove him wrong to put a stop to his advance and, in turn, prove him wrong for myself.

“I am not!” I firmly responded.

“Stop the facade,” he sighed, “you married a nigger to hide your true feelings, but both of you were put on this earth to be slaves. You can only do so much for each other, you need a Master, as does he.”

I was shocked by his racial accusations towards my husband. There was no way he knew that underneath my husband’s firm, black body was a natural submissive. Yet, frustratingly, as I tried to remain cool and in control, I could feel my panties dampen. I responded sarcastically, “God put me on this earth to be a slave?”

“Exactly,” he nodded, ignoring my sarcastic tone. “Spics and niggers were created to work for their superior white masters, it really is black and white, or in this case brown and white.” He laughed at his own silly joke.

“So you’re automatically a master because you are white?” I questioned, trying to understand how he ticked, both to hopefully use against him and also to answer my own personal curiosity of how white guys like him think.

“It’s the way it’s always been and the way it’ll always be,” he shrugged.

I protested, “But times are changing.”

“Are they really?” He asked. “You look the part of the business class, you play the part of the upper class, but that is all you do…play. Underneath the expensive outfits, fancy degree and hard worth ethic is the truth.”

“And what is that?” I asked, my tone dripping with sarcasm. I knew I had enough on my phone to charge him with sexual harassment, but really was intrigued with where he was going. If I was really smart, I would have walked away right then and there, the power was now back in my hands, yet that isn’t what I did.

“A big butt, ass slut who will do anything for a big white cock,” he answered.

“That’s what you see?” I questioned, wondering if that was what others saw too. Did others see through canlı bahis siteleri my professional exterior and see the true me? The sexual deviant who loved getting ass fucked, loved getting her face covered in cum, loved to obey orders?

Ignoring my question, he ordered, “Now get under my desk and suck my cock.”

My mouth instantly watered, my cunt instantly soaked my panties, and yet I tried to remain dignified and deny my internal carnal urge to obey. “Bryce, this has gone too far,” I informed him.

“Agreed,” he nodded, rolling his chair back. He stood up and walked to me, “this charade of being a strong-willed woman when we both know you’re just a Dominican cum bucket who craves submission to white cock needs to end.”

I hated that he was right. That at this moment I was as fragile as the ice on a frozen lake in spring. I knew if I didn’t leave that second I would submit to him.

I turned to leave.

“Stop, Spic,” he demanded.

I froze.

“Good ass slut,” he said. “Isn’t that the name you liked when you were gangbanged?”

How did he know that? All night, the three of them called me their brown ass slut, each taking turns fucking my ass before depositing their loads on my face or tits.

“I bet that cunt of yours is soaking wet thinking of my white cock drilling your asshole,” he smugly predicted.

“H-h-how do you know about that?” I stammered, not turning around.

“One of the three was my brother,” he revealed. “When he was visiting last month, he is engaged to Michelle by the way, he recognized you and almost crapped his pants,” he revealed.

Well, that may explain Michelle’s hatred of me. I had fucked her fiancé. Did she know???

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“What?” He quipped, “white cock got your tongue?”

I was speechless. Mortified my past had caught up to me, ashamed I was completely turned on and desperate to find a way to refuse the temptation before me.

“Knees, cum slut,” he ordered.

I didn’t even realize my body was lowering as I pondered the question.

“Crawl over and under my desk,” he ordered.

Shame burning through me, I turned around, head down, and crawled as instructed.

“You’re dying for a nice big white cock, aren’t you, slut?” He asked.

I whispered the truth, as I reached him, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He asked, as I crawled under his desk, completely humiliated and simultaneously soaking wet in my panties.

“Yes, I want a nice big white cock in my mouth,” I admitted, suddenly the words ringing completely true.

I missed being used; I missed being dominated; I missed white cock.

I felt guilty that I was cheating on my husband, yet I knew deep down he would understand. He would know I had no choice… when the white flag was offered I had no choice but to surrender.

He rolled his chair back and ordered, “Get to work, Lizzy, this is part of your new job duties now.”

I hated being called Lizzy, even more than Liz, but I was transfixed by the task at hand. A big white cock to suck. It had been years since I had a white cock in my hands, my mouth or ass. I fished his cock out, trying not to look eager, even though I was dying to suck it.

Once I pulled it out, already half hard, I leaned forward in the dark enclosed space and took it in my mouth.

“That’s it, Lizzy, be the spic cum slut you were meant to be,” he groaned softly.

His words were absurd, I wasn’t meant to be a cum slut, I was meant to do great things. Yet, as his cock grew in my mouth, something I still marvelled over every time it happened, I pondered how I could be two entirely different beings: a hard working proud feminist Latina and also a dirty cum slut spic that would do anything a white man said. There were no easy answers to this doppelgänger persona of mine, and the mixture of excitement and shame never seemed to give me any clue either.

I was mortified I was under his desk sucking his cock at work.

I was dripping wet that I was under his desk sucking his cock at work.

I was terrified I would be caught and lose my job.

I was filled with adrenaline at the possibility of getting caught.

I was ashamed by the fact that he was treating me like a, what did he call me, third class citizen…just another slut for him to use; conversely, my cunt was burning with need.

I was wet as hell at being used as a dirty spic cocksucker willing to obey any white man with a big thick dick.

These oxymorons, these conflicting emotions, spun inside me creating anxiety, excitement, shame and lust.

“Your big mouth finally has a purpose,” he quipped, once he was fully hard and I was slowly bobbing on his cock.

Suddenly the door opened and his secretary said, sounding confused, “Um, your nine o’clock is here.”

“Send him in,” he answered, as I froze with a mouthful of dick.

“Where is Mrs. Parker?” She asked.

“Under my desk,” he answered, nonchalantly.

Shame burned through me.

“Oh,” was all the secretary, who was best friends with my secretary, said.

A moment later, he said, “Keep sucking slut.”

Petrified of getting caught, yet exhilarated at the risk like I used to get with Vaughn, I began slowly sucking his cock.

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Author’s note: this is based on an old Romani legend my grandmother use to tell me when my parents weren’t around.

* * *

Che un sogno sono stati i miei musica.

“What a dream my music was.”

I.

The celebrated Armenian cellist, Tsovinar, was rambling adventitiously about the city, on a bright, chill afternoon in late October. She was to perform, once again that night, at one of the great concert hall which brought the city so much artistic acclaim. According to her usual fixed ways she was amusing herself with people watching, gazing into shop windows, thinking of anything but the approaching dull work that her job had turned her passion into. Not that she was nervous, but she found she came to her work all the fresher for an hour or two of blissful self-indulgence, turning off her mind the way a drunk finds release in the first highly anticipated drink of the morning, or the onanist her middle finger.

Wandering away from the busiest street of the city, she found herself in a quiet thoroughfare, throwing away the lipstick-stained butt of one stubby cigarette and produced yet another. She has been bothered by a trouble with deep breathing all her life, now her doctor had recently recommended a curious new medicine, smoked, in the form of New World tobacco. “Cigares de Joy cure Asthma,” the tin box the cigarettes resided in declared, “Joy’s Cigarette’s afford immediate relief in case of asthma, wheezing, winter cough, hay fever, and, with a little perseverance, effect a permanent cure. Universally recommended by the most eminent physicians and medical authors in France and Britain. Agreeable to use, certain in their effects, harmless in their actions, they may be safely smoked by ladies and children everywhere.” Ladies and children certainly were and it did seem to not only help her lungs, but at times, steady her hand. Tsovinar marveled at the age she lived in, modern medicine could do anything.

No, not everything. Of late she had been having what her doctor referred to as “female night hysteria;” waking from mystifying dreams full of nervousness, a curious wetness between the legs, muscle spasms, shortness of breath. No one could explain what it all meant, though they did agree she should refrain from too many mentally taxing tasks, avoid thinking of anything indecent and pray before bed. Perhaps it was the indecent part that troubled her so. Even while wearing eyelet, closed-crotch drawers under her skirt, having to open her legs so obscenely wide simply to rest the cello between them made her feel … vulgar.

But today she would not think about that. Today she was out for her afternoon constitutional, a dawdling walk. As it was part of her rule, she tried to avoid any music shops she might pass by. She had already ignored three or four without doing more than barely glancing at their plate-glass windows. One though, walking by a large music emporium, brought her to stop, retracing her steps and standing, her head cocked to one side, remaining motionless for a few moments, then went straight to the window and peered in.

She had not seen anything when she first passed by, indeed, she had merely determined, out of the corner of her eye, that one of the forbidden shops was nearby. Why, then, did she feel encouraged to return?

The window was stocked, as all such windows are, with instruments, with sheet music, with such paraphernalia as resin, bows, chin-rests, mutes, strings, bridges, pegs. An old Hakhnazaryan, valued at several hundred rubles, lay alongside a set of wooden spoons, an ocarina, a saxophone, all gracefully grouped upon a gilt-edged copy of “Basasael in E Major.”

Amongst the carefully-arranged violins and cellos was a curious old instrument, the likes of which the virtuoso had never seen before. It was this that she now stared, an ugly, squat cello, of heavy carved patterns, ancient in appearance. The maker, whoever he had been, had displayed obvious lewdness during its construction, a perverse pleasure, but more especially in the work upon the upper scroll, which, owing to some freak sense of humor, he had carved into the semblance of a hideous, bloated phallus. There was something horribly repulsive about this strange work of art, yet it also possessed a subtle fascination in her eye. The cellist, staring at the queer instrument, a tool which seemed to pulse with infernal life, slowly edged her way to the door, then entered the shop.

The attendant came forward, an old, broken tea kettle of a man, knowing the celebrated musician by sight, bowing low.

“That is a curious string bass in the window,” began the artist, at once, with a wave of her hand in the direction of the monster.

“Which one, ma’am?” inquired the attendant. “Oh, the one with the, er, unfortunate scroll-work, you mean? I’ll get it for you.” Drawing aside a little curtain, he opened the window-bay, brought out the instrument, whose erect life force seemed to be pulse more lewdly than ever.

“A illegal bahis fair tone, ma’am,” added the man, producing a chair for his guest to sit upon, “but too scandalous to suit you, I’m sure. You could never play this in public.”

As soon as Tsovinar touched the neck of the cello she gripped it quiveringly, fairly raised her voluminous skirts to her knees and nestled the debauched thing between her thighs, resting the bestial neck against her cheek. Then, for a few moments, she held her breath, firm as a flint, her eyes fixed upon the amazed attendant, evidently without seeing the man.

“A bow,” said the musician in a low, raspy voice. She stretched out her free hand, took it, without moving her eyes. Then she touched three strings with her long fingers, drew the camel-hair smartly over them with one rapid sweep, producing a rich chord in a queer minor key.

A slight shiver passed over her frame as the notes were struck, a look of concentration writ upon her face, changing to one of craving, but she did not cease playing. Slowly dropping her gaze, the artist felt the rhythmical pulsation of the scroll-head next to her ear. It spoke to her. Though her own countenance flushed, her lips tightened, as if to suppress a cry, the bow was raised again, the cello spoke.

Did the incubus whisper to her moving, nervous fingers? He almost seemed to be doing so, surely such a melody as came from the instrument was born from no human soul. It was slow, measured, but no solemnity was suggested, it thrilled her frame with desire, never dread, it was a chain of sounds, like a depraved woman’s wet dream, slipped out of recollection as soon as it was evolved, a tune incapable of being recalled.

Slowly, as the last note was lost, the great cellist dropped her arm to her side, sitting motionless for a few moments, grasping cello and bow without speaking. There were drops of perspiration on her forehead, she was pale, weary-looking. When she spoke, it was with a faint voice, she seemed to address herself to someone invisible.

“I can endure that,” she whispered. “I will play it again tonight.”

“Do you wish to play on the instrument at this evening’s concert, ma’am?” queried the dealer, aroused both at the heinous choice, as much as how the performance had physically affected him.

“Yes — yes, of course!” was the reply, given with some emotion, the speaker having apparently roused herself up from oblivion.

As the dealer took back the instrument, he chanced to turn its back upon his customer. It was a curiously marked piece of wood, but now there was an iridescent, opalescent dribble, a stain spreading down the neck of the cello, throwing a grotesque blur upon the otherwise exquisite wood.

“See!” gasped the artist, pointing a shaking finger at the stain, clutching at the dealer’s cuff. “Cum!”

“Heavens to Murgatroid!” blurted the other, shrinking back in alarm. “What a thing to say. Are you ill, ma’am?”

“Sins of the flesh!” cried the half-demented virtuoso, hobbling out of the shop, her hair undone.

II.

It was night, the concert hall was crowded to overflowing. The musicians were upon their seats, familiar as they were to such views, they couldn’t but gaze with interest at the restless field of animated, desirous faces stretching out before them.

That curious noise, a multitude of hushed murmurs, accompanied by the discordant scraping of strings, tuning of reeds, the stray cough, was at its height, once or twice a loud trombone would momentarily assert itself, an oboe’s plaintive wail would rise above the tumultuousness, in short, it was the moment which foreshadows the entrance of the maestro to start that night’s performance.

All of a sudden, the long-continued babel ceased, for an incalculably long second, silence reigned in the ancient hall. Statues in the dark corners looked down, waiting. Then a storm of deafening applause burst forth, necks were craned, eyes strained, all in attempts to catch a single glimpse of the regal soloist who was to open the concert by playing a difficult ‘Concerto di Azazyel’.

It was noticed in the crowd that as the virtuoso followed the bent, bald conductor to the center of the platform, all could see she was unusually pale, those who were seated nearer observed as well that she carried a curious cello instead of the expensive Guadagnini upon which she was known to perform.

A tap from the conductor’s baton, a short, breathless silence, then — the first note, the sweet strains of the opening bars issued from the instruments from seventy-six musicians.

The cellist, with a sinking the heart, an emotion which she could scarcely account for, brought the cello between her thighs, saw, for the first time that it had been re-strung. Normally, as was her habit, she left stringing and tuning to others, yet now it had a strange effect upon her. Again the shudder that had passed through her body at the europium passed illegal bahis siteleri through her again. She unwillingly ran her hand over the wood of the scroll and — almost with a cry — flinched at the touch of sticky, seminal fluid that appeared to be oozing down its side.

The orchestra, which had swelled out to a loud forte, now dropped to a pianissimo. The moment had arrived. Tsovinar raised her bow, commenced to play the lovely adagio.

What had come over her? Where were the concert hall, the orchestra, the anxious crowd of people? What sounds were these? This was not ‘Concerto di Azazyel’, this sweet melody so like, yet so unlike, the weird music which she had played in the dealer’s shop. What subtle magic had enacted upon those strains that their banality, their deadening scoff had entirely vanished, leaving behind sweet, pure harmony?

It seemed to the Armenian that she stood within a small, but comfortably furnished room. Two figures were near by, those of a beautiful young man sprawled lazily upon an ottoman, and an exquisite, foreign-looking woman with hair of moon-lit silver.

“Arcangelo,” the older woman said in a low voice, as she crouched between the young man’s open thighs, “tell me tonight that you have not dismissed me forever. I can wait for your love.”

“Semajaza, my love, even if you were the Devil himself, I could not love you any less.”

The older woman, older by Tsovinar by some good ten years, shifted, moved her skirts around and lo! Tsovinar gasped, for the young man’s trousers were undone and his rigid cock, still gleaming wet from the woman’s open mouth, stood rigid and alive for all the world to see.

Semajaza’s hand slipped over his manhood, and Tsovinar watched in amazement as it slip effortlessly through the other’s clenched fist. Arcangelo released a deep moan from somewhere in the deepest recesses of his chest as Semajaza caressed him again and again with long, slow strokes. The older woman watched exultantly as his thickened member grew harder and harder still, his knees weakened a little from the glorious sensations.

Semajaza released his cock, winked at him playfully, turning round, leaned against the ottoman with her arms out, pulling her dress to her hips and pushing her ass high up in the air. She wore drawers with an open slit and peeking between the fabric she showed off her plump, plum pussy lips, the little brown eyelet of her arse, all for his twitching cock to delight in.

“Put it in my ass, Arcangelo, I want to feel that thick cock inside me.”

With a smile the young man ran his fingers between the cleft of her cheeks, massaging around her puckered hole as he pushed the tip of his spit-wet finger into her. Slowly Semajaza began to moan as the tip of his finger sunk down, down, into her, up to the knuckle.

“I think you like finger fucking, Semajaza, as much as you like my cock.”

“I’m ready for you, Arcangelo,” moaned Semajaza in response. “Put your cock in me, petite amour, fuck my ass.”

Arcangelo eased his finger out, using his hands pulled her firm, exquisitely rounded ass cheeks apart a little more as the tip of cock pushed against her slickened puckered entrance, paused, then pushed some more. Taking his velvety cock’s head in one hand, he fed the tip into her hole, allowing her gentle rocking movement to ease more of his cock into her.

“Oui, Arcangelo, more, give me more. Dieu, fuck me in my ass.”

The young man pushed a little harder as he felt her tight opening yield only the merest of fractions as his cock took her, Semajaza took one hand off the ottoman, though the thin membrane that separated them he could feel her fingers slide into her cunt. He began to rock his hips slowly, making ever larger movements as Semajaza began to let out little whimpers. Feeling emboldened he began to build up the tempo, the length of each pistoning thrust grew, becoming a blur in, then out, of her taut, almost unyielding cave. Semajaza’s fingers were flicking over her clit, dipping back into her pussy as the sounds of her grunting, that feminine animal sound, ricocheted off the wooden floors and ceiling. His hands gripping her hips, disappearing under her many layered skirts, firmly willing him to push his cock in ever harder, urging him on — oui, petite amour, oui — anything that would allow him to assault her with an ever deeper, deep stroke. Though she was not even aware of it at the time, blurred of brain, the cellist had reached the conclusion of the Concerto’s adagio movement.

Tsovinar did not hear the boisterous applause which hailed the fall of her bow, she knew nothing of the ardor of the orchestra, or the praise of the conductor, she heard no music, only animal voices, only the wet slap-slap of hips and bellies grinding against each other.

“Dieu, oui, you feel so good in there, so thick, oui, fuck me, Arcangelo.”

“Do you like that? You want more?”

“Oui — Arcangelo — please canlı bahis siteleri — oui, harder.”

Tsovinar could only think of her own fingers in her pussy, how her own ass would make the room for his cock, tightly gripping that massive shaft, throttling its last drop of blood and cum and as she watched Arcangelo begin to pound his cock into Semajaza, harder still, pulling her back with his hands in time to spur them deeper into her tight hole. Semajaza moaned, louder still, impaled forcibly at each toe-curling thrust, more, more, more onto his cock. The sight of Semajaza, her ass offered up to the young man as her hanging breasts — jolting, jiggling — at each thrust. Semajaza fingered her clit, making savage little sounds, as the squish of her juices squelched hot between them, filling the little room, the concert hall, the world.

Tsovinar watched as the young man’s cock sank back into his older lover, even deeper now, almost up to his root, leaving nothing of its massive length outside.

“O! D– D– Dieu! Arcangelo, cum in me, Arcangelo, cum in me now.”

The presto movement had commenced for some time. Now a peculiar situation soon made itself known to the concert hall. Slowly to the horror of the conductor, the orchestra’s tempo had to be increased to match that of the thrusts of the cello, until a new prestissimo was reached. Still Tsovinar was not satisfied, there seemed no limit to her apocalypse flight, her fingers actually flew up, down, up the fret work, her bow shot backward and forward with incredible speed, yet as the music grew quicker, quicker, it grew until the exasperated conductor, who, with pure agony, dragged the miserable orchestra along for the ride, felt that only fiasco was inevitable.

“Oui, Arcangelo, I want it all.”

The young man’s body contorted again, again, his stomach muscles tightened, then released to deliver what all her cravings needed as his cock jerked repeatedly, like a ram getting ready to jam the lamb, he gave up all the cum he had for her. Semajaza’s tensed her bum muscles, gripping his cock harder, eager to milk out every last drop as she pushed against his softening shaft.

His lips kissed hers as her muffled cries signaled she was still there, panting, growling. His kisses were soft, gentle, sucking, kissing her neck, his fingers dancing over her stiffened nipples. As he knelt on one knee, he kissed her round belly as his tongue traced a line through her moonlit-hued pubic hair, using the tip of his tongue to caress each side of her girl-cunt lips. Savoring to take one whole fold into his mouth, he let his tongue play with each slickened fold, drunk on her divine juices.

Semajaza melted in a riot of moans, sighs, her hands in his hair. His tongue probing her, easing into her hole to fuck her with its tip, listening to her moans of approval. His fingers arrived to stir up her now hardened clit, using the flat of his thumb to rub over its swollen nub. As his tongue slowed to explore her blood-purple girl-walls, Semajaza began to whisper under her breath, lost in hazy world of rapture. He could feel her stomach rise, then tighten with every soft stroke of his fingers over her clit, her shallow breathing becoming noisier, he could tell she was very close.

His tongue left her wet opening as the thick middle finger from one hand penetrated her slick, cum-filled ass, as the fingers from his other hand slid into her cunt. Semajaza’s body seems to slump a little as his fingertips slick with her girl-juices, slowly fucked her tight opening while his mouth enveloped her clit, letting the tip of his tongue flick over like heat lightning. Semajaza’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails pressed hard across his skin. Listening to her as she sighed, stopping suddenly, then moaning, releasing her tensed muscles in one wild go as his tongue backed off from pushing her over the edge into orgasm.

On, on, on rushed Tsovinar’s fingers, the bow — faster, faster — faster still: a few of the oboes and lutes fell off from sheer exhaustion, stared, horror-stricken at the woman, hair undone, breasts free, a cellist possessed. Some of the audience rose in their seats, many burst into loud, anarchistic cheering.

“O! O! Arcangelo, oui, oui. Your fingers–”

Semajaza’s muscles stiffened, her pussy contracting on his fingertips. Imprints. The next moment she was almost limp. Each licking-lap from his devil’s tongue seemed to only leave her further stranded upon an alien world, between intense arousal and the act of cumming, lost in her own private trance.

Arcangelo increased the tempo all of his tongue splayed over her clit, lapping the full length for a few seconds, then, with a grinning slurp, lingering on the deep shaft of her pussy’s well, a chasm into the heart of the volcano, once again, lapping in a quick stabbing motion, hoping for eruption, letting his fingers work for a more a sinister staccato tempo. Semajaza began to tremble harder, harder, O mon Dieu, hard with each lapping endowment of his tongue over her clit, her breathing making little O — O — O as the tremors began to build. Her body started to quake, reducing to a flutter as she clutched his back, her thighs wrapped around his neck.

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