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I woke up in my bed at home, with no memory of getting back. Vague images and thoughts ran out of my mind like water through my fingers. After a minute of concentration, it came to me. Everything that had happened yesterday.

Lying in bed, I tried to reason with myself. It was in the game. It wasn’t real. Nobody could prove it had happened. But that didn’t change the fact that it did happen.

Nor did it change how good it had felt.

I tried to be normal, going through the motions like I would on any other day. Go downstairs, have breakfast, have some kind of talk from mum, ignore mum, go back upstairs, boot up my computer. When I logged into ROSE on instinct without even noticing is when I couldn’t pretend any more. There was a new message in my inbox.

“Hi Amy! We noticed you tried out our new feature yesterday. Was it as good as we hope it was? We welcome any feedback or suggestions you may have. Simply reply to this message with any comments, even just to tell us you liked it! Have a great time on ROSE today!”

I swallowed hard. Should I tell them? Did they realise what had happened there yesterday? If it was still being trialled, surely they would keep watch on the players. My mouse hovered over the reply button, wondering what to do. Eventually though, I just sighed. There was no way I could put it into words. And then there was the embarrassment of sharing such a thing with strangers over the internet. Instead I closed my browser and fell back down onto my bed.

I had to go back. I knew it was eventually going to happen, that my curiosity and memory of the pleasure would override every sensible part of me, making me march out of the door and into that world. The only question was when. I felt myself tense up, worried about my lack of self-control. Sinister, whispering parts of my mind tried to justify going back.

“It won’t necessarily be like the last time. You can act like you’re just playing ROSE, but in this amazing virtual world! You can find out what they’ve done with it, what you can do. You are one of the very first humans to be part of a virtual reality. Why aren’t you taking this opportunity?

“Even if history does repeat itself, what’s so bad about that? You enjoyed it last time, and you were resisting. Imagine just how good it will feel when you give in. You’re going to do it anyway, why not now?”

I tried taking a deep breath. It took me a couple of seconds, but I got there. My mind was made up.

Since I was so nervous, everything went past me in a blur. Before I knew it, I had got dressed in clothes suitable for going out, made my excuses to my mum, got on the bus and ended up outside the internet café. Walking in, I saw the woman who had helped me yesterday. She noticed me too and smiled widely, walking towards me.

“You’re back! I was hoping you would be. Follow me, I have something for you.” She led me to a desk and stepped behind it, reaching underneath to pull out a small envelope.

“This is your card. It only arrived this morning so I couldn’t give it to you yesterday, but this will let you get in without needing to be escorted. Of course, if you do need help of any kind, stop me and I’ll be right on it.”

Throughout all of this she kept smiling, and I tried to reciprocate. The ball of tension in my belly was too much for me to overcome however, and I probably just looked like I was ill. She looked a little worried, and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“I’m serious,” she spoke calmly. “Anything you need, come straight to me. Whatever it is.” I told her that I was fine, and after a second she nodded.

“Have a nice day.”

Before getting in the leather chair this time I walked around it, looking for the equipment that allowed my mind to enter a computer. There was no evidence of anything under the chair, or even on the ceiling where the lights that had made me pass out came from. I resigned myself to not knowing, then took a couple of breaths to steel myself. Ready for what was to come, I got in the chair.

This time when I had recovered, I found myself in my room. Not my real bedroom, but a perfect recreation of the bursa escort bedroom I had made in ROSE. The wallpaper was designed by me, but all the bed linen and furnishings were basic ones from the shop. I looked around, astounded by how real everything was. The entire room had been lifted from the cartoonish style of ROSE I was used to, and had become indistinguishable from Earth.

I was in the dress I had received yesterday, but a quick check of my panties revealed that there was nothing in my ass. I looked it up on the menu, and somehow the plug had become separated from the rest of my outfit. I could recombine it if I wanted to, but with a shiver I closed the menu again.

While I was thinking about what to do, a message popped up in front of me, telling me that for logging in I had received 5000 points. This was confusing to me. It was normal to get points for logging in – once a day you received 1000 points – but it had never been 5000. 1000 was about enough to get you a small accessory. If you wanted anything bigger you had to save, work or gamble. With my new-found wealth in hand, I decided the item shop would be the best place to call upon first.

The first thing I saw upon stepping into the shop was the clerk. He looked the same as yesterday, smiling obliviously, and I felt all of my nerves suddenly build up inside of me again. I closed my eyes tightly to steady myself, then walked up to him when I was ready.

“Hello Mira, lovely to see you again! I trust you are having a pleasant day? What can this shop provide for you?” I asked him about the 5000 points, the first thing that came to my head.

“Well, we want to encourage people who have access to this world to use it! For that reason, for the time being, every person who logs into ROSE through virtual reality will receive 5 times the normal daily points. Now, I understand you must have cash to burn what with your sudden windfall, so might I recommend a new item?”

I nodded slowly, wondering what it might be. Reaching under the counter, he said:

“It is called the pink butterfly. I believe it may be to your liking.” He placed something on the counter, then stood back so I could examine it.

It appeared to be a smooth cylinder, like a bullet round at both ends. It was about an inch long and a little over a centimetre in diameter. Out of one end came a wire which led to a larger square with a dial on it. It was all coloured bright pink.

“What is this? What do you use it for?”

The clerk looked puzzled for a moment before chuckling. “For your ass of course. This item is intended to bring you pleasure like you have never felt before.”

I froze, eyes wide. Again? He was trying to get me to have something in my butt again? A voice in the back of my mind told me I shouldn’t really be so surprised, but I didn’t listen to it.

“No, sorry, I- I can’t.” I stuttered, walking backwards towards the door. “That – not again, no -“

He interrupted me softly. “Mira, I know yesterday may have been startling for you. But trust me, please. All I am trying to do is help you realise a way to be happy. Yesterday I had to be forceful so that you could experience it once, but today I hope you can make the decision to do it again, at your own pace. You can take this butterfly away for just 3000 points, try it out, and then see why you should be listening to your body right now. Your body wants this, Mira. You just need to let your mind out of the way.”

I felt like slumping to the ground. My body did want it, I was sure of that. But this wasn’t the sort of thing a person should enjoy. I was still a virgin, yet this shopkeeper was trying to sell me toys to stick in my asshole. It was all too much.

“I’ll… I’ll take it.” My voice surprised me somewhat, but I walked back over to the counter, palm out. The clerk smiled and put the butterfly in my hand. I turned away and almost ran through the door, a scared little girl escaping a situation she couldn’t handle.

Back in my room, I chucked the pink device onto my bed. I could barely believe that I had just bought it, or what I was intending to do with it, but I couldn’t deny what bursa escort bayan my body was telling me. I knew before I checked that the front of my panties was damp.

I turned away and took a few steps. I nodded slightly, trying to get the will to carry on, then slowly pulled my panties off and chucked them to the side. I debated whether to take off my dress, but I felt more confident in it somehow, since I had been wearing it yesterday during my first experience. Besides, with the skirt being so short and light it wouldn’t get in the way at all.

I spun around on my heel and walked towards the bed. Reaching down to pick up the butterfly, I noticed a small pink tube next to it, labelled “personal lotion” and I realised it must have come with the toy to use as lube. Before I could change my mind I sat down and squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers. Despite this the tube didn’t seem to have any less in – the game must be replenishing it for me.

I lay down, lifted my bum up to pull the skirt under it, and reached towards my asshole with the fingers I had dumped lube onto. I didn’t know exactly what to do; this wasn’t the sort of thing normally talked about in sex ed, so I just smeared a load around my hole. The cold surprised me and I flinched, but my fingers kept rubbing and it gradually warmed up, relaxing me.

I kept rubbing softly, wondering what to do next. Should I go straight for the toy? Or should I try with a finger first to get a little lube inside me? I decided to go with the latter, to make sure I was fully prepared. The butterfly was about the thickness of my finger, so I knew that if I could get one inside, I was ready.

I got a little more lube on my finger first, then pressed it firmly against my tight hole. My flesh yielded a little, but my finger didn’t go inside. I pushed slowly, not trying to force it, when suddenly I felt my hole open to the intruder and my finger slid in to the first knuckle. Pulling it out to make sure it wasn’t stuck or anything, I collected more lube that had been smeared over my ass and went again.

This time my finger slid in on the first push. Once inside, I didn’t stop. My finger slid almost without resistance right down to the base, and I gasped at the sensation. There was no pain whatsoever, instead all I felt was a slight fullness and a warmth in my belly. The pleasure I remembered from yesterday wasn’t there – at least until I started moving.

When I pulled my finger out I was just meaning to get it out of the way, since I had decided I was ready for the toy. However, what I didn’t count on was the pleasure of something sliding out of my asshole. A shiver of joy ran up my spine and I started breathing more heavily. I could feel the moisture in my crotch grow until a couple of drips ran down my pelvis. I didn’t want to wait for the toy anymore, instead pushing my finger back inside so I could slowly pull it out again. My eyes closed as I let out my first moan.

The feeling was incredible, like nothing I had ever felt before. It was completely different to the pleasure I got fingering my front. My eyes were closed, but my spare hand clumsily groped the bed around me, looking for the butterfly. The tips of my fingers caught onto the wire and I grabbed it and pulled it down to my ass. All this time my finger was still sliding in and out of my tight hole, the ring of muscle at the edge relaxing with every shuddering breath I took.

I didn’t want to go a second without the pleasure I was feeling, so as fast as possible I grabbed the bullet end of the butterfly, took my finger out of my ass and slid the toy in in its place. I may have been a bit overzealous in pushing the butterfly in, since with a quiet pop it went right the way into my ass, pink wire hanging out now the only way remove it.

The feeling wasn’t there though, I realised. What had been so great before wasn’t just having something in my ass, not that that wasn’t nice, but the movement of something inside me, stretching my entrance and rubbing sensitive spots I didn’t know existed. It was then I remembered the remote. I picked it up and carefully moved the dial by one notch.

The escort bursa butterfly started vibrating, and I dropped the remote as the feeling swept over me. The vibrations spread across my entire body, reverberating in my ears and running down my arms and legs, but most important was what it was doing to my ass. The tingling massage was probably the best thing I had ever felt in my life, a golden glow of pure pleasure coming from inside me. I could feel my hole clench and unclench as my breaths got shorter and more desperate, becoming moans and screams of joy.

My first orgasm of the day swept over me shortly after, filling my head with white light. I arched my back and screamed from the sensations, shivers running everywhere through my body, and I felt a rush of juice coming out of my pussy. It wasn’t a proper squirt, just a lot dribbling out of me, but nothing like that had ever happened. It was the best orgasm of my life, the scary part being that I wanted more.

The musk of my own vagina crept up my nostrils, and fingers from both hands scrabbled to reach my back door. My right hand got there first, rubbing its middle finger around the hole before plunging into the slick entrance, sending another rush down my body. My left hand closed around the remote, and slid the dial up several more notches. I cried out as the buzzing from inside me got louder, and the feelings from inside me got more intense.

The butterfly was acting oddly. I didn’t notice at first, preoccupied as I was with the fingers passing in and out of my asshole, but it seemed to be inching deeper into me. The vibrations were getting more and more pleasurable the further it went and all of this overwhelming bliss was stopping my normal nervous response. Instead of getting worried, I basked in my steadily increasing feelings and readied a second finger to try and get into my ass. I removed the first completely, then lined them up at the entrance before taking as deep a breath as I could.

I was on the cusp of a second orgasm and didn’t have time to be worried about whether they would both fit, so instead I just shoved them as fast as I could. The sensation drove me over the edge, and they started pistoning in and out of me of their own accord while my eyes rode up into the back of my head. My screams reached higher pitches than I thought possible, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the pleasure, the feeling of my fingers inside my dirtiest hole, the sensation of a vibrating toy deep in my ass. The dampness around my pussy had become a stream, a constant flow of sticky juice going down into my asscrack and helping to lube my still moving fingers.

I don’t know how long I might have carried on, but my left hand still held the remote and turned off the butterfly. As my body relaxed my right hand fell to the mattress, the fingers finally stopping moving. For several minutes I lay there, getting my breath back and enjoying the afterglow of the strongest orgasms I had ever had.

The toy was still in my ass, and the only way to get it out was to pull on the cord connecting it to the remote. The feeling of it sliding through me made me gasp again, but what truly stunned me was the length of wire that came out. It must have been at least 12 inches, meaning that the butterfly had crept its way over a foot through my ass.

Reaching up to pull sweaty hair off my face, I wondered what to do. I had meant to wander around the world today, exploring this virtual place, but now it would feel odd. Both times I had been here my experience had gone from an amazing new video game to… Well, to what had happened. Anyway, I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate if I stayed today. I logged out of the game and woke up in the internet café.

Yet again there was no evidence that anything had been going into my ass. What there was however, was a lot of sweat. The leather chair had beads of salty water all over it, and the back of my shirt and trousers were damp to the touch. Clearly my real body had reacted to what was happening in the virtual world. Again my panties were soaked, but luckily had not left a mark on my trousers. I didn’t know how I would explain that.

It was with unsteady legs that I made my way out of the café and back to the bus station, but it was also with a smile on my face. I would go back tomorrow I decided. What I would do there was flexible.

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Interracial/Anal – Big Black Cock Ass invasion

[Waves of big black cocks fuck White girls in the ass]

[Author’s notes: Warning! This is an interracial story. If you need to give a lecture about faithfulness or STDs, give it to your own wife. Also, the premise of this story accepts reincarnation and karma as fact. If this offends your religious sensibilities, move along. Finally, people were just crueler 200 years ago, its a historical fact, get over it. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a Whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don’t like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]

[If you have not read “Mandingo Night” and “Mandingo Night: BBC Blowjob Rebellion”, or the setup piece “Mandingo Night: BBC Fuck Factory (Parts 1 and 2)” you probably will not have as much fun reading this story]

*****

This story is about a pair of pair of souls, trapped in the karma they created with each other: Leigh Samuels is a big titted blonde who was Lee Smith, Cayla Daniels is a tight bodied dark haired walking wet dream who was Cain Dalbert; both of them plantation owners in their former lives who used their slaves as they saw fit. Dashaun is a big black man who was Danisha, Marcus is a smaller, sleeker black man with a longer cock who was Mishana; both of them were the slaves of the plantation owners in their former lives. Also Tony was Thomas, once upon a time, and he remains a meddling cousin. Today’s lesson is about why you do unto others.

I am Toneeyah, my first identity, the one I was born with.

I am also the XO, the Executive Officer of a sex club called Mandingo Night.

I am also a weapon, an army of one from my military training.

I am also T-Nerd, a petite young black woman who is used by men and women alike.

I am also a teacher of sexual techniques to white women.

I am also a Service Member In Training for Hospitality (Smith), a slave to big black cocks.

I am also an emanation of the Mother Goddess, training to be the Great Teacher someday.

I am all of these things and none of them, all at the same time.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Emergency Alert! We are in lockdown!” The loudspeaker blares, along with a rather annoying klaxon in the background, but it gets her attention.

“Emergency Alert! We are in lockdown!”

Toneeyah, the petite African American XO, runs for the stairs, gliding down the handrails, then runs to security.

At security, she can see cop cars swarming outside, as they provide a very fine response time. But even the security team in their own building, had not been quick enough.

“XO, a Smith has been kidnapped at gunpoint,” Captain Ben Saunders says, deep concern on his face, “and we have lost track of the vehicle that took her”.

“Which Smith?” she asks, noticing that her pussy is still dripping, and mentally schedules installing a faucet.

“Smith Sarah Winters ma’am. And may I add you look stunning tonight.” Captain Saunders looks up and down her petite milk chocolate body, the only naked one in the room, seeing the lube and cum dripping down her thighs. Security has to be dressed, able to go outside at a moments notice, but regardless of which role she plays, she does not. She sees the internal video of Herself, Elmore, and Leigh’s threesome playing in a loop on the big screen at the other end of the room. She runs a sex club, after all.

“Thank you, Captain. How did they take her? How do we stop it from happening again?” she thanks her old friend for his long term mutual unrequited passion, then concentrates on getting to the right result as quickly as possible.

“White Ford Econoline van, no plates. Probably some small company’s delivery vehicle, snatched then put back. They came in the public parking lot as she was walking around from the Smiths entrance. Had to have spotters, couldn’t see her from where they came in or until they were right on top of her. Popped out with masks and guns from the sliding side door, scooped her up, then drove over the crossover to use the Smith parking lot exit, before the two cop cars in the parking lot could react. Total time on site, sixty three seconds, most of that driving. As to your second question, haven’t had anything like this happen in over twenty years. We have never needed a perimeter, cops in the parking lot have been enough. We need to fence the lots and block up the exits, putting Jersey Bouncer concrete blocks between the lots. But a lock only stops an honest man, and longer term, we need a more defensible site, Sir.” Ben Saunders explains carefully.

“Do we know where they might have taken her? Do we know who might have taken her?” she asks hopefully, noting that the beautiful buxom blonde was one of the new Smiths recruited during the wave of the past few days. She’d never even met Sarah.

“Not where, but as for the who, it seems to be associated bursa escort with the crew squatting on the fields and parking lot. They have some other squats in tenements nearby, we are casing that out right now. We have given the external video to the police, they have asked for her internal video and contacts in the club. They are also members, so we can be assured of their discretion.” he explains.

“I don’t see the crew on the external videos. They are usually out at the edges.” the XO points out. She doesn’t like the planned, calculated attack. It makes her worry that more unnecessary drama is entering her life.

“That’s true. I’m afraid they are all off enjoying Sarah.” he warns.

“Rape is not enjoyment, Captain! Never use that phrase in my presence again!” the XO rages. Especially a gang rape. Only another victim could ever know how bad that feeling of helplessness and betrayal could be.

“Clear as a bell, sir.” the Captain agrees “Please forgive me for mis-speaking”.

“I know you did not mean it the way it came out, old friend. Forgiven. So what do we do now?” she says, clearly worried. ‘How do I protect my people?’ she taunts herself, filing that in her ‘urgent’ mental file cabinet.

“If we do find her, our people can extract her, but that is likely to get messy. They will know that we and the police are looking for her, which means they will likely move her to a place we don’t know about. They don’t know our capabilities, so that is an advantage. After daylight, we may be able to find some of them to ‘talk to them'” he suggests.

“Police will do enough of that for both of us. Oh god, I wish Gladys was here right now. She would tell me how to turn this tragedy into a triumph, how the hateful can always be defeated by the loving if you stand strong together… Tell the police we will give them everything we have on Sarah, and then work on doing it. Let’s end the lockdown and escort people to their cars. Get everybody out of here. I bought the fields for us yesterday, made arrangements so we can start doing whatever we want to them. Take the fencing and paving plan and get it implemented, emergency priority. It’s on S drive on the server. Call in our special forces experienced members for a 10am meeting. I’m having an idea, but I need to flesh it out before we discuss it. To flesh it out, I’ve got to run. And here is a direct order for you: everyone who has been watching the video of me in this office had better show up in the next month and thank me personally with their cock or tongue. Not all at once – save that for my birthday!” she orders, determined that the unrequited love was going to get requited.

“Yes, ma’am, it will be done.” he replies, with a chuckle.

She returns to her office, digging around through drawers and file cabinets until she finds them – her old running shoes. She goes down to the sub-basement, then runs up the stairs to the basement level where her office and security are located, then up to the showroom level, then up again to the top of the showroom level which has a catwalk along the back, down the stairs on the other side behind the Smiths locker room to the sub basement, along the wall closest to the trailer, to do it all over again. It is on the second lap she notices the stairs go up to the roof, with a hatch, bolted and alarmed. She goes on five more laps before her subconscious tells the rest of her mind why that is important. Then she hatches her plan. A backdoor ambush. Best sacrifice fly in the Universe. She intends to have Sarah back before noon. She smiles. Gladys would be proud.

She ends up back at her office, setting the alarm on her computer, laying on her cot, plunging her fingers into her seam to scoop out the jism she has not already rescued from her legs. There is a lot of it. She feels all squishy inside. The smell of her freshly fucked cunt is almost new to her, since she’s enjoyed more sex with men in the past week than in her whole life previously, and the salty butter cream taste is – addicting. While her previous statistics had been heavily tilted towards women, she is finding the musky smell of mens balls, the smell of their cum, so very addicting. The incredibly intense orgasms she has shared with them have filled her spirit so much that she feels like a floating ball of light, being cast as a spell against the onrushing darkness. The near constant orgasms she has enjoyed with the largest cocks inside of her have primed her body.

Being black herself, she thinks she should be immune to big black cock fever, but she craves them. Elmore, her bull’s giant fourteen inch beer can thick cock should not even fit inside her petite Pat Benatar size frame, but it does, with the help of Leigh’s talented tongue on her clit. She adds a task to her mental ‘to do’ list to have a pussy to pussy conversation to thank her. Carl’s big black cock is massive too, not much smaller than Elmore’s, nor is Tyrone’s, whom she only dimly remembers, since she crested upon waves of near continuous bursa escort bayan orgasms from their cocks. Yet Marcus and Dashaun have the same effect upon her, even though her orgasms – so far – have been less intense, even though sucking them, swallowing their long shafts in her mouth reminds her of how much she still craves their cum, every one different, every one unique. She reminds herself of all of this as she absent mindedly strokes her clitoris, rubbing her nub gently as she splashes it with lube and cum mixed together, retrieved by her hands from her own slick channel. She has gone from the nearly semi-lesbian robotic manager of the biggest sex club in Atlanta to one of its most passionate cock crazed participants in less than a week. She rubs her clit faster, in circular motions of raw need. She has a small but satisfying orgasm from touching herself, and falls fast asleep.

Her dreams, really more of a mishmash of memories, come unbidden. She is going to a club with T-Mac, her best girlfriend and lover, feeling very naked in her sprayed on french cut bikini shorts and bandage tube top. She feels so jealous of her well endowed friend, almost the same height, but each of T-Mac’s glorious globes is the size of her head – and that includes the cheeks of her ass! T-Mac’s ass is barely covered by her thong, her nipples barely covered by a string bikini top that is just an excuse to flash her huge tits to the whole world. That has gotten them into trouble before, when T-Nerd was dressed much more conservatively. But tonight, she is high, and T-Mac’s sweet pussy can be used to make her do almost anything. Even when her hedonistic, bisexual girlfriend gets them in trouble. Like tonight, they are at a frat party, having to suck off a roomful of guys – again – just to keep them from plundering T-Nerd’s tight snatch in a gangbang. They trade gangbang for blowbang, back to back. She is just grateful she is T-Mac’s little cum slut. Pussy or cock, when T-Mac offers, T-Nerd services it.

Her subconscious tells her ‘Give yourself to them. Worship their cocks.’, and she does. First she sucks on a white man with a Vienna Sausage sized penis, not even fair to call it a cock, but his cum is salty and briny, what little of it gets in her mouth as he paints her face. A black man with a large cock steps up to her face, as she strokes cocks on each side, pushing it in deep, gagging her. He gets reminded to be civil or leave by their bodyguard. A white man with a big cock, a mushroom tip that fills her mouth takes his place, his cum tastes almost as bad as turpentine, and she spews it out. A black man with an average to small cock takes his place, and they all start to blur together in her dream. She is not naked, only her top pulled down, so she cannot defend her nipples, one hand on one cock, one hand on another cock, mouth on the one directly in front of her. She sees Carl there, knowing he wasn’t, but a different friend of T-Mac’s who also played football, as the person who was their bodyguard that night. She remembers too how safe he made her feel, how he held the line between them having fun and being gang raped. There was one night that he wasn’t there, but her dream moves on.

Her dream continues, of them bending boners on their buns as they dance, doing the booty shake which becomes so popular white artists reinvent it as their own. But the last two guys are real pricks, and T-Mac blows them off without even so much as a blowjob. She takes T-Nerd home to a bubble bath, caressing her all over. They are panting from their talented fingering of each other, as T-Mac starts playing with her ass. “A clean ass is a happy ass.” T-Mac whispers softly, returning to kissing her. Her fingers start probing, tiny little touches that feel oh so hot, and then a thumb is inside her, fucking her ass as her other hand fucks her cunt. Fingertips rim her rosebud, fingers slice in and out of her slick channel, thumbs rubbing her clit and penetrating her ass. She climaxes over and over from the double penetration, kissing her girlfriend, tongues dueling, as she tries to return the favor, getting distracted every time her cunt spams or her ass muscles ripple into another climax.

Her dream continues, remembering how they would play the ‘White Slavery’ game, where she was blindfolded, then used to lick out pussy after pussy, mostly young college girls who wanted to know how it felt but didn’t want to be labeled as lesbian sluts. T-Mac would always fuck her with a strap on, in her pussy, and in her ass. The bravest would get to lay on their backs, using her pussy with the strap-on, but the terms were they had to help eat the pussy too. It drove T-Mac crazy, as she would take out her passion on T-Nerd’s tight little ass, as they got another girl to eat pussy for the very first time. T-Nerd never knew if they were black or white, or had a clue what they looked like. Every female face she saw on the street could have been one of them…

The alarm’s insistent beep-beep-beep wakes her, as escort bursa she silences it, looking into her personal organizer to find Tess Mackenzie, also known as T-Mac. The old number, from back in their college days, no longer works. A browser search finds she runs a dance studio, specializing in modern dance and twerking. Bonus!

“Hello, can I speak to Tessa?” Toneeyah says sweetly.

“This is she. How can I help you?” she says brightly.

“Hello, T-Mac, it’s T-Nerd.” Toneeyah says softly.

“Baby girl! How are you doing?!?” Tessa’s voice jumps in joy.

“Rich, Powerful, Needing you.” Toneeyah tries to pour all the lust she has felt in the past few days into that single sentence.

“Oh, baby girl, I don’t do that stuff anymore. I got married. He’s really well hung, so while I might recruit you to join our bed, I’m not going to be stepping out.” Tessa says sadly.

“T-Mac, T-Mac, T-Mac. While I accept you are not available for a purely pussy to pussy conversation, I really need to book your professional skills, for an immediate and extended engagement. About the other thing though, if he’s as big as you say, you can pick any Sunday and I will come help rock his world. After I take him from you, you can always beg to share our bed with your tongue.” Toneeyah teases, taunting her friend with her new found sexual prowess.

“I see the T-Nerd superhero ego is intact.” Tessa laughs, remembering her friend is as smart as the lash of a whip.

“Are you at the studio? I can send a car to get you.” Toneeyah suggests, her voice almost pleading, in this time of deadly danger to have her friend to soothe and comfort her, just with her presence.

“Oooh, that would be nice. You must be rich now.” Tessa replies.

“And kinky as always. There will be a blindfold on the seat. Need to preserve client confidentiality. You’ll be safe. I’m not selling you off to slave traders who’ll force you to eat pussy for the rest of your life.” Toneeyah teases Tessa.

“Oh, god, I miss those days – and your tongue! That was such a fun game. Maybe Derrick will play a version of it with you and I…” Tessa says hotly.

“Focus, Tessa. Car is on its way to you. Trust me, and wear the blindfold. And hurry up, dammit! I miss you, T-Mac!” she says as she hangs up, then calls to order the car with special instructions. Her phone rings right as she puts it back in the cradle.

“Larry! Good to hear from you. Yes, terrible news, just a tragedy, we are still coping. I need you to bring everything over here. Yes, I know that’s inconvenient for you, but Bertha and Elmore and I need to get going on this stuff right away, and we can’t drag it back and forth. I’ll set you up a little office downstairs. Well, if you weren’t Old School, and had all your files on the web, we wouldn’t have to do this. Don’t bring your assistant, I’ll provide one for you. Oh, you want Mandy again? Let me check her schedule (counts to 10, flicking her nails) …oh yes, she can join us. No, I’m not going to stop her from being punished, but I might lighten it depending on how happy she makes you. Yes I know she is a sweet girl, but what is done is done. Look, Larry, I’ll make sure Mandy is here and I have to go to a meeting. See you as soon as you can get here. Yes, I know that it will be this afternoon, but that works for us. Bye now.” the XO jumps up and runs to the break room, getting another bowl of cereal, then a quick rinse off shower in the open stalls.

She runs back to the Smiths locker room, pulling out her street clothes. She needs a proper closet, like the one she will have in the new Fulton Street club. These will do for today. She puts on the hose, smoothing it up her legs, reminding herself to take a proper bath and shave once she has gotten all of Carl’s delicious sperm out. The skirt and the suit jacket, no bra, no blouse, no panties. She starts heading for the examination room, then changes her mind and heads towards the stairs.

“Smith Toneeyah? Sorry to remind you ma’am. No clothes in the club.” she says firmly.

“Smith Jenny, is it?” she asks clearly.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Thank you for being diligent in enforcing the rules. But I’m not Smith Toneeyah right now. I’m the XO, and the second to the Great Teacher. Right now I could have you whipped, would you like that?” she says as she strokes the side of the girl’s face, her body quivering.

“No, ma’am.” she says, blushing.

“Then write this down and make sure your other service Smiths know it by heart. From 7pm to 3am, I am Smith Toneeyah. From 3:01AM to 6:59PM, I am the XO. Did you get that?” she leans over smelling the scent of arousal she already knew was there.

“Yes ma’am.” Jenny says quickly.

“And Jenny?” she says as she starts to walk away, then stops to look at Jenny.

“Yes, ma’am?” Jenny answers hopefully.

“Don’t ever lie to me again or I will spank and whip you myself.” she says as she walks away.

She runs down the stairs, looking over the office space for Larry, quickly making the calls to arrange it, then trotting down the long hall to Security at the other end of the building. Captain Saunders and his crew are there, tactical maps of the area out and team equipped.

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So the past few months things have been rather uneventful. I have been spending a lot of time with both Abbie and Chelsea after our shifts drinking, smoking and having some seriously intense girl on girl on girl sex. I find myself more and more wanting to just eat pussy, suck titties and play tonsil hockey with the bubblegum tongues of my fellow servers.

Abbie and I have both been awarded keys to Chelsea’s place and we pretty much spend all of our free time there between shifts at the restaurant. Being a tom boy from way way back I do like me some sports whereas the other gals can’t stand watching anything involving a ball or puck. I chose to spend the past weekend at my place where I could keep up with my bracket to the big dance without catching constant shit from my besties.

Unfortunately I was not able to get the whole weekend off from work so I did miss quite a bit of the action during my shifts Friday and Saturday night. Thank God for streaming and my new iPhone 7. After a quick trip to the grocery store I was well stocked with beer, soda and snacks in the event I had any visitors. I planned on spending my free time in my number 4 Chris Webber jersey. Although he played before I was born he was an alum of my high school Detroit Country Day and has always been my favorite player.

I had a poster of him and the Fab Five on my dorm bedroom wall and spent many a night masturbating to the thought of being taken by all five of the famous U of M players. Til this day I would fall to my knees and service one or all of their beautiful black cocks. But I digress. Just me and my Maise and Blue jersey and a pair of my lucky panties sat back and enjoyed the early first round games. The action was fast and furious but not a lot of upsets yet. Then I got the text that would change the course of my weekend.

My brother Robby, who I hadn’t heard from for months, sent a text saying he was coming to town to visit some of his buddies and would be stopping by for a visit. I didn’t think a lot of it as he often would invite himself over all through my college years. A couple hours later there was a knock at the door and there stood my brother with two buddies in tow. I recognized them both as his two friends who he once, in a drunken stupor, loaned me out to for a night of rough sex. ‘Great’ was all I could think as they welcomed themselves into my place.

“Make yourselves at home” I said in my snarkiest voice.

“Oh we will Ciara” said Tommy, one of the two ass wipe buddies of Robby.

Tommy helped himself to a beer and grabbed two more for Robby and Kenny and they sat down to watch the game in progress. Helping themselves to the bowl of chips on the coffee table like it was their own place. I felt their eyes lusting after me as I was wearing only the jersey and panties, serious side boob was evident and the jersey was not quite long enough to cover up my ass.

“Pardon me while I get some clothes on” I said as I headed to the bedroom.

“Don’t cover up on our behalf” was Kenny’s smart ass reply.

Even though I was disgusted, my pussy was twitching at the thought that I could still elicit such a response from those perverts. Robby jumped up from the lazy boy and followed me into the bedroom. “Wait sis” he chirped.

“What Robby?” I asked exasperated.

He came up close to me as we entered the bedroom and gave me a hug. His hug was not a normal hug as he moved in for a deep wet kiss as his hands moved in to caress my boobs as he had easy access through the sides of the loose fitting jersey. I pretended to fight him off but truth be told I had so missed his firm touch and the way he always took what he wanted from me. My damn pussy was giving me away as there was now a visible trickle of girl juice dripping down my inner thighs.

“Happy to see me?” he said with a smirk.

“I’ve missed you so” was all I could manage as my knees were getting weak. I made the mistake of looking into his eyes. I was done like dinner.

“I need a huge favor sis” he said.

“Sure what do you need Robby?” was my reply.

“So here’s the deal” he began. Anytime he began with that meant that he fucked up big time and needed me to save his ass.

“Oh my God Robby, what did you do now?” I blurted out.

He got that look on his face. The one that I can’t resist. The one that he has always used to get anything he wanted from me.

“Remember the big game?” he asked.

“Yeah” I said “it was unbelievable” I replied.

“Well I fucked up” he offered. “I owe these two idiots a grand a piece” he mumbled.

“What the fuck Robby? What were you thinking?” I demanded.

“Seemed like a good bet at halftime” he reasoned.

“So you need me to work off your loss?” I asked in a disgusted tone. Once again, my pussy was giving myself away as the thought of having to pay off my brother’s debt with my three holes.

“Yes sorry sis” was all he could come up with.

“And if I refuse?” I asked earnestly.

He shot me the look, like really?

Knowing that look I was relegated to illegal bahis the fact that I could enjoy the experience or fight them all and get the hell beaten out of me while they took their two thousand dollars worth out of me regardless. Knowing that I still had to do my shift that night and the next I really didn’t want to go to work with black eyes or a broken nose.

“You’re a fucking asshole Robby!” I stamped my feet like a brat having a tantrum.

“But I’m YOUR fucking asshole Ciara” he smiled. “You’re also my fucking worthless whore sister” he added.

“Yes I am worthless” I offered, already defeated. “Let’s get this over with” I said as I pulled off my jersey and tossed it on the floor. Donning only my panties I headed back to the living room to begin paying off my brother’s debt.

“Oh shit Robby, what about daddy?” suddenly realizing that daddy was due home after work.

“I already texted him and told him to report to mom’s house after work, do not come home, go there directly and she had plans for him for the weekend.” He had thought of everything evidently.

“Daddy will be so excited he gets to service mom and her lover” I mused.

Upon returning to the living room, two horny guys waiting for me and their eyes popping out of their heads at the sight of this petite little blonde girl in only a pair of panties.

“Okay dickheads, let’s get a couple things straight” I announced. “I have to work tonight and tomorrow and I will not be going to work with a fucked up face, neck, arms etc.” “Any hickeys, bruises, carpet burns have to be out of sight, understand?” I demanded.

“Yes Ciara” was all they could muster as I saw their dicks springing to action in their pants.

“Also, my safe word is TIMEOUT” I added. Throwback to my hero Chris Webber. They both nodded in agreement.

“Finally there will be absolutely NO cell phones or cameras. Remember this as there will be no record of this happening.” The boys nodded in agreement.

Without waiting I knelt down in front of Tommy and pulled down his sweat pants and began to work on his semi erect cock. I already had my hair tied back into two pony tails which would make it easier for them to face fuck me, using my locks as handles to force their thick cocks all the way down my whore throat. I slowly worked the head of his cock licking the piss hole while I massaged his huge testicles. I teasingly started to take his girth into my mouth and was soon rewarded with his tasty pre-cum.

Tommy had his hands on my pony tails ready to force my slut mouth deeper down on his huge cock. Kenny was pinching my right nipple and Robby was pinching my left. My cunt was soaking my panties straight through and my juices were oozing out and were making their way down my thighs.

“Suck my cock you skank!” he demanded.

Before I could respond he grabbed my pony tails and forced me down until my lips were buried in his pubic hair. Not prepared, I gasped for air but could not catch a breath. He refused to let me up for air and kept me pulled tight against his abdomen. I tried my best to break free but was unsuccessful. His cock had stretched my throat to it’s capacity and I flailed like a fish while he kept applying pressure. I felt my eyes rolling back in my head and was about to pass out when Robby pulled my head back and gave me a much needed breath of air.

My lungs barely restored I was again pulled down and my larynx was being punished by this monster cock. I didn’t even feel my panties being pulled down nor did I know that without warning or the aid of lube my ass was about to be split in two by Kenny. His cock was hard and he was getting impatient so he just took my ass without warning.

“Suck it bitch!” Tommy demanded, “suck my cock you fucking cunt!”

Not like I had any choice in the matter, I thought to myself as he continued to rape my mouth. Kenny was thrusting in and out of my sore asshole riding me like a bunny. Robby was helping Tommy by holding the nape of my neck and helping me bob up and down on Tommy’s dick. Tears were running down my cheeks as I was totally helpless. I entered my sub space as a means of self preservation. It was like an out of body experience. I don’t remember ever being violated to this level before and trust me I have been violated many many times before. I was in heaven.

It seemed like an hour. I have no idea how long the abuse continued but I could tell by the tightening of Tommy’s ball sack that he was about to release the flood gates directly down my throat. I didn’t even feel it as he started to gush sperm down my throat, holding me tight against his stomach as he pumped his man juice directly down the gullet. Semen was everywhere, oozing out my mouth, and even coming out my nose through my nasal passages. I had never experienced that before and hope that I never have to experience that ever again. My nose burned as cum was dripping out of both nostrils. I was a fucking mess.

Tommy pushed me off of him as he was trembling from his volcanic eruption. I was spun around and Tommy’s illegal bahis siteleri cock was immediately replaced with Kenny’s now lubed cock, my ass juice covering it and now being cleaned off my my whore mouth. Balls slapping off of my chin as he fucked my mouth. His cock much easier to accommodate as it was a few inches shorter and about an inch less in diameter.

“You love this don’t you?” Kenny asked, rhetorically. “You are a dirty little girl Ciara!” he announced.

All I could do was nod my head in agreement. “You think so Captain Obvious?” I thought to myself, still unable to speak.

Kenny didn’t last long and he decided to pull out and shoot his goo all over my face and hair. The fucker. I hope this comes out when I shower was my first thought as I was soon blinded by sperm covering my eyes, nose, forehead, lips and beautiful blonde locks.

The two assholes layed back on the couch taking a much needed rest. Robby’s turn. He made me kneel on all fours and decided that he would be the first to fuck his sister’s moist pussy. He stood in front of me and pulled me up by my hair handles and made me lube up his cock which I did with eagerness and gusto. I loved sucking my brother’s beautiful cock, it felt right and fit just perfectly into my mouth, tickling my tonsils as he thrust in and out. I had it all slicked up with my saliva and was aching for his penis hoping he’d fill my womb with his brother batter. I still craved the chance to carry his baby. Oh shit, that reminds me, I’ve been off the pill since I haven’t had any normal dick and daddy’s been fixed for years. I would love to have Robby’s baby but not one of his dick head buddies, that would be tragic.

I voiced my concerns to Robby but he of course had already planned for that and told me he had a supply of morning after pills for me in case. He always thought of everything.

Robby pulled out of my mouth and went around to the back of me and began to fuck me like the dog that I am. Tommy leaned forward and commanded that I bark like a dog for him.

“WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF” I choked out of my sore as hell throat.

Kenny was tickled by my submission and decided it would be fun to make me oink like a pig. The fuckers.

“OINK OINK OINK OINK” I continued eliciting laughter from the duo. I bet that Robby felt bad. I am a worthless piece of fuck meat and this is what I deserve was my thought.

Kenny and Tommy whispered something to each other and were suddenly standing in front of me. They each grabbed a pony tail and lifted me up. They decided it would be fun to have a sword fight in my mouth and was soon jamming both of their semi erect cocks in and out of my mouth, my cheeks taking a beating as they poked side to side.

The sight of this was enough to send Robby over the edge and I felt him release his precious sperm deep into my cervix. I reached orgasm just at the thought of my brother breeding me. The other two cocks battling for position in my wide open mouth were not able to produce another load and frick and frack got tired so they eventually pulled out and returned to the couch to catch their breath. Lightweights.

It was time to shower and get ready for my shift. I spent extra time scrubbing the filth off of my face and hair, taking an enema to clean Kenny’s filth out of my gaping asshole. I blew my nose as best I could but could tell that I would be smelling semen the rest of the evening. Mouth wash and throat spray barely brought my voice back. My nipples were purple from the tweaking the boys had given them. I didn’t receive any marks that would be visible to my customers so I consider it a success.

I did my makeup and hair and got into my uniform and headed out to the living room. The boys were looking through my clear plastic tote of sex toys that they helped themselves to while I was showering. Damn perverts are non stop horny I thought to myself.

They had my monster dildo suction cupped to the hard wood floor and demanded that I lose my panties and mount this thing. I had about ten minutes before I had to leave so I kicked off my panties and mounted the monster. It was like being impaled by a baseball bat. I got about a foot of the two feet worth of rubber deep into my cunt. Kenny shoved my biggest butt plug up my still semi gaping ass hole and it was decided by the group that I would wear this for the entire work shift. The dildo drew some blood so I had to put a maxi pad into my panties so I wouldn’t spend the night having a blood trail following me around. I was walking like a bull rider as I left the house dreading greatly the next eight hours on my feet, taking care of the public, complete with a butt plug up my ass. Kenny secured the plug with a couple pieces of duct tape.

When I got to work Chelsea pulled me into the break room and landed a huge wet kiss on me asking how my day was.

I fought back tears as I lied and told her that I was fine. I’m pretty sure that she knew I was lying through my teeth. I did my best to walk normal as I struggled through the shift busting my ass for almost canlı bahis siteleri eight straight hours without a break. The kicker is that I was instructed to bring home three steak dinners for the boys and a case of beer. So basically I spent the entire night kissing ass and breaking my back just to cover the cost of feeding and buying beer for the three men who just spent four hours using me like the worthless whore that I am.

I got back to my place and was able to rest for a whole 20 minutes while the boys ate their steaks and baked potatoes. The beers started to flow again and although the late games were on I couldn’t care about the results any more. I stripped naked and showed Kenny that I was still impaled by the butt plug and felt the sting as I pulled off the tape and removed the beer can sized plug, leaving my ass hole gaping enough to accommodate a fist if they so chose. I fell back on my bed exhausted. Just waiting for the abuse to resume. I was not disappointed.

I was used to having three cocks filling all of my holes at once. That was something I had experienced several times being a true whore. What I was not used to was two cocks in one hole which was the boys’ goal. I was flipped over and ass stuck up in the air and they did their best to get two dongs into my gape. I had no feeling back there any more. The plug rubbing against the side walls of my anus had killed the feeling by the end of my shift.

I quickly found my sub space and stayed there as Kenny and Tommy used me like a rag doll, trying every combination possible. Robby decided to sit out the late night session as he felt bad for me. Not bad enough to stop his buddies from taking out their bet winnings out of his little sisters’ holes though.

The two amigos evidently discovered poppers and used them all night long keeping their cocks hard and fucked me until they were raw and then decided to keep up the abuse with my toys. I was passed out for a couple hours so I’m not sure what happened to me during that time. I was rudely awakened around 8 am in order to cook them breakfast.

I was broken. Never even thought about using my safe word as deep down I crave the abuse. The only way I can reach orgasm is when the depravity is at a high level as it was so far. As I mentally tried to prepare myself for the next several hours of loveless sex I was expected to provide in order to pay off my dumb brother’s bad bets my attention was broken by the sound of my phone ringing.

“Hello” I said in as cheerful a voice as I could muster.

“Hi C, it’s Abs” replied my best girl Abbie. “Chels said that you sounded down yesterday, is everything Okay?” she asked.

I lost it and started blubbering about how the last 24 hours had transpired and what the next 12 hours would involve. She listened with empathy and offered to help me out.

She offered to tag in and finish what I started. I was dumbfounded at her offer.

“I told you before C that I live vicariously through you and this is my chance to become the whore I always fantasize about becoming” she offered. “Really, let me do it please!”

“Well what the hell?” was all I could say, “I’d owe you big time hun.”

“I will be right over babe” then she hung up.

I struggled to get up and headed to the living room and announced that I had a surprise for the boys. “Just wait” I teased.

About twenty minutes later the doorbell rang and I let Abbie in. She was dressed in a short skirt and crop top, her perfect tits struggling to break free. She oozed sexuality.

Her mid length brown hair and beautiful brown eyes and tanned skin brought the boys’ cocks to attention. Abbie took the floor.

“Okay boys, this is how it’s going to work. I am going to complete Ciara’s duties paying off assholes’ bets here and you two are the lucky fuckers who are going to get the honor of fucking me silly, that is if you’re up to the job?” she smirked.

“Yeah baby” Kenny and Tommy chirped in simultaneously. “Let’s get down!”

Abbie kicked off her heels and dropped her skirt and pulled off her top exposing her perfect fuckable body. She walked to the bedroom and the boys followed. Robby was there too and she directed him to the love seat.

“You asshole will sit and watch. You are not worthy of touching this body you fucking loser” she announced with certainty. “You will sit and watch and tend to your little sister’s needs” she commanded. Robby’s head was downcast as he understood that he would still never be able to have sex with my bestie. He sat on the love seat and I cradled in letting him caress my hair and rub my arms as he could do nothing but watch as Abbie paid off his loser friends as the three of them jumped up oh the bed.

Abbie orchestrated the trio with the expertise of a porn star. She took both their cocks in all of her holes and was impressive at her cock sucking skills. I felt so inferior not only to her beauty but to her sexual acumen as well. It was like art in motion as she kept them edged until they finally blasted their loads on her perfectly pert titties just as she directed them to do. “No kissing on the mouth” she announced. Doesn’t matter that she had just swallowed both of their cocks. LOL. The two boys were sweating profusely and were laying on their backs trying to catch their breath.

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Lana struggled futilely against the metal restraints cuffing her to the bed. Her husband had left her, naked and trapped, in this hotel room for the better part of an hour now. Jesse had clearly prepared meticulously for this event, choosing a beautifully situated bungalow to enact this cruel torture upon her. A television on the right hand side of the room was depicting a number of amateur bondage scenarios, with volume just high enough for Lana to hear moans of pleasure and pain. Jesse knew she had domination and submission fantasies and his selection of pornography was maddeningly titillating. To her left was a ceiling-high glass door that had been slid wide open. Outside was a magnificent near-perfect vista of the tropical lake and a waterfall in the distance. Their suite was one of a dozen buildings around the lake and she could see swimmers splashing in the distance. Under normal circumstances, the view would have been serene, relaxing. However in her current state, Lana was acutely aware that anyone who was swimming in the lake or on the far side of the shore could see her fully exposed nude body. In front of her bed sat a large, deliberately placed mirror. Lana could see her engorged nether regions, the vibrator belted around her waist stimulating her, and now-reddened face.

I’m going to kill Jesse.

His set up was perfectly designed to frustrate her. It began with the vibrator on her belt. The device was a small black bullet-shaped massager that hung down from her belly, through her small thatch of brown pubic hair, and dangled tantalisingly over her clitoris. The vibrator nestled loosely between her pussy lips, though each time she struggled against her restraints it would dislodge and bounce on her moist vulva. The movement would leave her in pleasurable agony, building her sexual frustration as she was unable to reach climax like this. Jesse’s plan was to prevent her from orgasming, but it was worse for the sadistic choice he put to her in her surroundings. She could do nothing to escape her torment. The pornography had obvious purpose: to keep her mind on sex. The gorgeous view of the lake outside served to remind her of how exposed she was; there were dozens of lively half-naked vacationers swimming about in bikinis and board shorts that could simply look up at any moment. The mirror in front of her was to force her to look at herself, and Jesse knew she hated that. Lana never felt like an attractive woman; she did have medium-sized round breasts but her hips were too broad and she felt like it made her ass look huge in comparison to the rest of her. At the start of her confinement, Jesse had deliberately placed her thick hair over her breasts and giving her a façade of clothing. Her thrashing over the last hour had splayed her long black hair around her body, leaving her completely nude now.

Shutting her eyes to these stimuli wasn’t a good option either – it merely heightened her tactile sense of the vibrator intermittently buzzing at the bahis firmaları base of her clit. Lana attempted to close her eyes and imagine being fucked hard, but each time she got further into a fantasy and built her climax, the vibrator would oscillate in an inconsistent manner. She couldn’t come, she couldn’t leave, she couldn’t do anything except hope that her increasingly exasperated moans didn’t draw the attention of those outside. In desperation, Lana attempted to flip the vibrator up and off her. Her legs were not chained to the bed, so she had a fair degree of freedom of movement from the waist down. The vibrator jangled about on her belt, but as it was fastened by two leather straps (forming a triangle with the vibrator at the apex) she had little ability to remove it. She could jostle it good and slightly shift where it sat – that was it.

Lana shimmied her hips up and down, the inconsistent vibrator flapping and buzzing against her clit with every shake. Finally, she managed to land it at the tip of her vaginal lips, directly in contact with her clit. The pulses of the vibrator were not consistent but at least now she was getting directed sensation directly into her most sensitive area. Lana turned her attention to the television to her right, where a scene of spanking and submission was heating up. A young woman lay naked over the lap of a fully-dressed man, and he rhythmically smacked her ass until she squealed in pain and pleasure. Lana could feel herself approaching her own crescendo; the vibrator mercifully seemed to be staying on more consistently and giving her much more direct stimulation. Her breathing became ragged, stilted. The pulses from the vibrator sent electricity arcing up and down her body, causing her back to convulse. Lana clamped her legs around the vibrator, attempting to heighten the sensation when suddenly the device shut off.

She lay with tightened muscles, curled up into a ball and crying out in utter exhausted frustration.

“I was so close!” Lana screamed. “Fuck me!”

“That can be arranged.”

Lana jolted against her restraints as she saw her husband in the doorway of the hotel suite. Jesse was a tall, broad shouldered man. He had recently cut his auburn hair short; his hair now fell in short curls around his face and the streaks of grey around his left temple were now noticeably pronounced. He wore a vaguely smug and confident expression. Normally she would find his attitude sexy and reassuring, but at this moment she hated the jerk.

“Hurry! Hurry up and finish me off!” she yelled at her. Her teeth clenched and she couldn’t help but lock her jaw. Her climax was ebbing fast.

“Maybe…” Jesse sauntered over towards her. He ran fingers gently over her naked body, tracing a path from the nape of her neck, over her left breast, down her belly and over her pubic mound. He stopped before reaching her engorged pussy.

“No maybe!” Lana’s voice suddenly cracked, tinged with desperation. She wanted to come kaçak iddaa so badly now. “Please?”

Jesse continued to trace a line with his fingers down her thigh. He stroked up and down, each time growing closer and closer to her pussy. He would brush lightly over the top of her clit with his fingertips, eliciting short ecstatic gasps from her. Each touch made her ache harder. She subconsciously reached for him but was once again reminded of her confinement when the handcuffs jankled around her wrists.

“Please! Stop teasing me! Fuck me! Use the vibrator! Something!” Lana strained against the cuffs again, arching her back and pulling hard. The exertion chafed her wrists against the steel restraints. Jesse took a step back from the bed, unfastening his robe and letting it slide into a cotton puddle on the floor. Lana was treated to a full view of his body; tall, slightly heavy-set but well proportioned. He had a short stubble beard and a light covering of dark brown hair on his arms, legs and chest. Her attention was drawn to his erect cock: not too long but definitely the thickest she’d ever experienced.

Jesse slipped a finger between her pink pussy lips. She felt him slide straight in; his finger felt huge but she was so aroused that there was little friction. Lana moaned slightly as he slowly pushed his finger up to the knuckle, then retracted it. She could feel him curl his finger back in a come-hither motion; it tantalised her g-spot and drove her mad with lust. He slid his finger slowly but entirely out of her, and Lana kicked at him. Jesse easily dodged her feet and deftly caught her thrashing legs in his hands. He pulled her roughly to lay diagonally across the bed; her legs would have dangled limp if he hadn’t been holding them up. He drew closer to the bed, his erect penis brushing against her entrance.

“Do you want it?” Jesse asked in a quiet, low tone.

“Yes! Yes…please…” Lana’s raw desire gave way to a more plaintive tenor. They had played this game before. If she didn’t capitulate, he was fully willing to simply walk away again.

“Please, give it to me” she requested quietly. Her breathing remained short, ragged; between arousal and exhaustion.

Jesse slid his hands up along her calves and grasped an ankle with each hand. Raising he legs perpendicular to the bed, he plunged his cock deep into her pussy. Lana cried out as he penetrated her to her core; she was so wet that her body offered no resistance at all. She revelled in the sensation of being utterly filled, though it came with a slight twinge of pain due to the thickness of his cock.

He began to withdraw and then slid back into her, pressing deep in and filling her completely. She gasped again, pressing her head back against her pillow. Lana saw stars swimming across her vision. Jesse began to thrust in and out, slowly at first and then accelerating faster and faster. His technique was rough but oh so satisfying to her; he would withdraw almost completely kaçak bahis from her, the head of his cock on the cusp of exiting before plunging back inward. Lana felt a rhythm developing within her body. Her climax was rapidly approaching; she had been teetering on the brink for the better part of an hour now and she craved release. Lana’s orgasm was an organic thing, building up to a peak of exquisite pleasure. Her muscles tensed and released, her fingers clenched and unclenched, and Lana cried out in sheer delight. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, and she could feel the defined musculature of her husband’s steely cock within her. He continued to pump his cock in and out of her pussy at a jackhammer pace. Lana couldn’t help but squeal in the throes of orgasm. His thrusts grew shallower until her climax receded, but he didn’t stop thrusting. Jesse merely slowed his pelvic cycles to a snail’s pace, maintaining her arousal and sensitivity at the highest possible level and allowing her to continue to ride her orgasm like an ocean wave. The slower pace let her regain her breath; she’d been unconsciously squeezing her eyes shut and she panted heavily.

Suddenly and without shifting his tempo, Jesse roughly yanked her legs and jammed deeply into her. The motion made her head swirl as his cock slammed her G-spot. He was indomitable and seemed determined to force her to orgasm multiple times. He had maverick sexual stamina, far more likely to run out of physical energy than to spend his load. Lana’s body shook with pleasure as the hard cock rammed in and out with greater and greater speed.

“Wait! Jesse! Please! I can’t take…” Lana gasped. She saw a crazed glint in his eyes. Sweat glistened across his bare shoulders and his muscles tightened with exertion. The effect both terrified and excited her; restrained to the bed as she was, she couldn’t escape from the sexual ministrations of her husband. She could use the safe word, but she was so close to…

“AaAARhhhhhh!” she cried out. This time, her orgasm was so powerful that she lost complete control of her body. Lana’s mind went blank while she rode her climax to its pleasurable destination. Convulsions wracked her body and she lost track of all time. She lay spread-eagled on the bed-spread and gradually regained control of her senses. Jesse sat on the corner of the bed, his naked body glistening with a slight sheen of sweat from the exertion. He panted lightly but held a satisfied smile on his face. Lana lifted her head off the pillow and saw he was still hard; she couldn’t tell whether he had cum or not.

“That was quite the abrupt end,” Jesse said with a slight note of approval. “You came so hard that you pushed me out entirely.”

She tingled from head to toe as endorphins continued to flood her body, but she could still feel her cheeks grow red. She never knew exactly how to feel when Jesse described her bodily experience.

“You made quite a bit of noise too,” Jesse continued.

“Well…that’s hardly…hardly my fault…” Lana puffed. “It’s…it’s not like I could do anything about it.”

“I wonder if the neighbours saw the show?” her husband mused, motioning towards the open balcony doors.

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Chapter 2: The Next Day

Stephanie woke the next morning with the events of the previous evening still spinning around in her head. She was having a hard time believing that it had really happened. But happen or not, the more she thought about it, the more aroused she got.

The memory of her mom, dad and brother all kneeling on the floor in submission to her made her naturally blonde pussy juice up. She became so worked up thinking about the previous evening, she slowly raised up the overlarge T-shirt she wore to bed and pulled it off. Tossing it aside, she lay back down and quickly grabbed her stiff nipples. A moan escaped her lips as she started to work on the rubbery nubs, causing delicious, sexual thrills to course through her body.

She pinched her hard little nips, clamping down hard on them until she gasped from the pain. After holding this for a few seconds, Steph pulled them as far out from her body as she possibly could. Her perfect teenaged tits stretched out almost two inches from her body, and she could feel the tension on the skin pull the entire surface of each breast.

While she had her tits extended like this, Steph started to twist each nipple. She was getting really horny at the mauling she was giving her nipples, and wished another member of the family was in her room so she could order them to suck her clit.

Once she was through with her nipples, Steph simply grabbed a handful of tit flesh and just squeezed as hard as she could. She kneaded her tits like they were silky, bouncy bread dough that squished out from between her fingers, and then sprang back when she loosened her grip to squeeze again.

Eventually, though, Steph needed to pee. She still hadn’t done anything with her pussy, but the need to relieve herself before she had an accident was too great.

Not worrying about throwing on any clothes (she was sure after last night that nobody else in the house was going to be modest) she walked down the hall to the upstairs bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, she let fly with her morning pee, and decided now was the time to show her clit some attention. While she tinkled, Stephanie reached both hands down to her pussy and placed them either side of her clit hood. Once they were in place, she pushed her fingers together tightly, sandwiching her sensitive little clit between them.

While Steph put pressure on her clit with both hands, she simply wiggled her fingers over her cunt lips lightly, adding extra stimulation to her throbbing pussy. She moaned and writhed around on the stool long after she’d finished peeing, she was so caught up in what she was doing to herself.

When she opened her eyes and looked up (she hadn’t bothered closing the bathroom door, either), her dad, Steve Conroy, was standing in the doorway, stiff cock in hand, watching and slowly stroking up and down on the shaft.

Steph was kind of embarrassed by being caught masturbating, even though after last night, she shouldn’t have been embarrassed by much. After all, she was the Mistress in the house now, and she should be able to do anything she pleased, right? Nevertheless…

Stephanie grabbed some toilet paper, wiped quickly and started to get up, but her dad stopped her.

“No, Mistress. Please wait. I’d like to try something. It’s something that your mother and I do occasionally when we play.

“Scoot back as far as you can on the seat. Now spread your legs as wide to the side as possible. Good. Now just sit back and watch.”

Stephanie sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide, and watched as her father approached her and aimed his big prick at the little hole left in the toilet seat. She hoped he had good aim, especially with a morning stiffy, she wasn’t sure she was interested in a golden shower.

After only a moment, the piss started coming out of her dad’s cock. She was mesmerized by the sight. She’d never seen a guy pee before. Of course, she’d caught her brother standing at the toilet a couple of times, but his back was to her then, and she could only hear what was going on. Right now, it was in her face… so to speak.

Fortunately, Dad had really good aim, and hit the little toilet hole dead on. When the flow started to taper off, he approached the toilet and started to kneel down a little, so none of his pee got on his daughter. He managed to get all of his piss into the toilet and none of it on Stephanie. Until he shook the final drops off.

He gave his dick a couple of shakes, and got little pee drops all in Steph’s blonde pubes. Well, Stephanie wasn’t about to let him get by with that. She’d enjoyed the show and all, but after all, this was his idea.

“Now look what you’ve done! Clean me up right now!” Dad reached for the toilet paper, but Steph stopped him. “…With your mouth.”

Well, Dad didn’t even hesitate. He got to his knees and pressed his face into his daughter’s pussy bush and licked away all the little droplets he’d left there. Steph, after her outburst just before she’d gone to bed last night, illegal bahis was now starting to rethink her attitude on all this. She still wanted the freedom to go out with her friends and do her own stuff, but maybe being the sexual Top in the family wasn’t all bad. And being in charge, she could say when and how long sex sessions would be. They’d all just have to be really careful about letting anybody else know…

When Dad was done licking his pee out of his daughter/Mistress’s pussy hair, he knelt back and looked at Steph expectantly.

This was the part that sort of bothered Steph. Once they’d accomplished a task, everybody then turned to her for further instruction. It was the way such things had to be – since she was in charge – but it was a little intimidating.

Finally, she settled on, “Go back to whatever you were doing.” Dad nodded, got up and left the bathroom, going in the direction of his and Mom’s bedroom. Steph didn’t even bother with the crawling bit. She wasn’t really sure if she wanted to get that far into things this early in the morning.

Stephanie got off the toilet and decided she was hungry. It was Saturday, so she didn’t have to worry about getting ready for school, so she had time for a leisurely breakfast for a change.

Stopping off in her room for a robe, Steph started down the stairs, where about halfway down she could smell and hear the sounds of breakfast being prepared. Well, she knew it wasn’t her brother. He hardly got out of bed before noon on Saturdays, and she’d already seen her dad go back to his room, so it had to be Mom.

Turning the corner into the kitchen, Steph stopped. She was a little surprised to see that, indeed, it was her mom cooking breakfast, but that Mom hadn’t bothered to get dressed before coming down. Mom faced the stove, and was flipping pancakes. She had put on an apron, but she had nothing on underneath it. Mom’s perfect ass cheeks faced Stephanie, with the apron tie tails trailing down her crack. Stephanie felt a flush of undaughterly lust at the sight of Mom’s round butt, and a part of her wanted to go over and take a firm globe in each hand and squeeze. She managed to resist, but it was hard. Maybe someday…

Mom turned from cooking and saw Steph standing, watching, and gave her a little smile. “Good morning, Steph… or should I say… Mistress?”

Stephanie was starting to warm to this “Mistress” stuff so she replied, “‘Mistress’ is fine, if you must, but it isn’t necessary. If you want to call me ‘Steph’, that’s cool too.”

Mom nodded and said, “Would you like some pancakes, Mistress Stephanie?”

With a smile, Steph replied, “Of course, slave. I may have an idea for a new kind of syrup on your pancakes this morning, though.”

Knowingly, Mom smiled back. “I can hardly wait.”

Mom dished up a plate of pancakes and bacon onto a plate and placed it on the table. Seeing the bacon, Steph understood why Mom had put on the apron. Bacon spatters on naked skin – ouch!

Stephanie sat down, put syrup on her pancakes and started to eat. After a few minutes, she looked up and saw that Mom was looking at her expectantly, like she was wanting something.

“What, Mom?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just so happy. It was a lot of fun last night. I know I enjoyed myself, and I think your father and brother did, too. Steve tried, and it worked for both of us, but after he met my brother, your Uncle Len, I know he realized it wasn’t his forte.”

“Uncle Len? What about him?”

Mom, got up, apparently not ready to talk about her brother, saying, “It’s nothing. Maybe I’ll explain another time.”

Stephanie wanted to know more, but obviously, Mom wasn’t about to tell her. So, she just returned to her breakfast and let that little tidbit of information simmer.

While she ate, Mom puttered around, finishing making breakfast. When she had all the pancakes and bacon made and warming in the oven, she sat down at the table and watched her daughter, with a dreamy look of satisfaction on her face.

Stephanie finished the last of her bacon, and noticed the look that she was getting from her mother.

“What?”

“Oh, I’m just so glad to have someone to submit to. I’m sure you can’t understand it, but for me, it’s a very fulfilling feeling. And I’m extra glad that it’s a woman. I know with a good Master, I can get the satisfaction I need, but I’m much more comfortable with a Mistress. And I’m so glad it’s you. You are such a beautiful girl, I love you so much. Thank you.”

In response to this, Stephanie said, “Eat me.”

A big grin broke out on Mom’s face, and while she stood and removed her apron, Steph scooted her chair around for better access. Mom knelt on the floor in front of her daughter and mistress and parted her robe. With a whispered, “Thank you, Mistress,” Mom pushed her face into Stephanie’s pussy.

Steph moaned and reclined back in her chair as comfortably as she could, spreading her legs so Mom could better access her warm, wet slit. After only illegal bahis siteleri a few minutes of cunniligual bliss, though, a knock was heard on the back door.

Stephanie started, and tried to get up and cover herself, but Mom grabbed around her waist and held her in place.

“Hello, is anybody home? Anne, you in there?” The door opened and Mom’s younger sister, Pat, walked in. Aunt Pat settled on the sight of her sister kneeling on the floor, her head buried between her daughter’s legs. Instead of being outraged and appalled, like Stephanie was afraid she’d be, Aunt Pat said, very calmly:

“So, Anne, I see you weren’t lying.”

Stephanie’s head nearly exploded when her aunt knelt next to her mom and joined in the fantastic eating out she was receiving. Her aunt was just as sex hungry as her mom was! But, she didn’t know if she was as submissive.

“Aunt Pat…” Her aunt’s short-bobbed blonde head looked up, “take off your shirt and bra.”

Her aunt sat back and slipped off her shirt, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra. Aunt Pat’s tits weren’t nearly as big as Mom’s or Steph’s, but just the sight of them sent a new gush of juice into Stephanie’s hot cunt.

When she’d discarded her shirt and tossed it aside, Aunt Pat bent back in to feast some more on her niece’s pussy.

Stephanie was loving all this. She’d never been eaten out so well before. Of course, her pussy hadn’t really been licked by anyone except her mother the night before. Steph grabbed hold of her nipples and squeezed and pinched them, her orgasm building in a great tidal wave that threatened to crash over her at almost any time. Once her orgasm did rage through her body, it was a bigger, better one than she’d ever experienced before. She’d never felt anything like it. Her mom and aunt were fabulous cunt-lickers. Stephanie felt a warmth ooze down to her asshole and she realized she’d squirted. She’d never done that before. Then again, she’d never been taken care of so well before.

When Steph came off her cum, and her breathing became less labored, she sat up a little and looked at her two “tormentors”. Both Mom and Aunt Pat beamed their sexual satisfaction, and their faces shone with saliva and pussy juice. Aunt Pat turned to her sister and kissed her. Not a sisterly peck, but an open mouthed tongue-tangler. Each woman then rubbed her face over the other’s, getting the smell of cunt all over faces and tits.

Applause from the doorway stopped them short. “Very nice.” It was Dad. “Stephanie, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see something like that. Pat, I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since your sister introduced us. Maybe I’ll get that chance, now. That is, if Mistress will allow it.”

Pat had never seen her brother-in-law naked, though not for a lack of desire. Now that he was here, she hoped, like him, that she’d get the chance to try more forbidden fruit. Aunt Pat turned to Stephanie.

“Mistress, maybe your uncle and cousin would like to come over and visit. They’re in the kitchen, eating breakfast. Your Uncle Eddie’s in his boxers, and Emily is in a pair of simple cotton panties. We’ve been doing this now for about a year. Your cousin seduced us, her mom and dad.”

The thought of having her uncle and cousin take part in the naughty games appealed to Stephanie. Wicked ideas started to pulse through her mind at the thought of continuing this domination incest with even more members. She was starting to really get into all this, the power trip, especially. And the sex wasn’t bad either.

Fortunately, Aunt Pat and Uncle Eddie lived right next door.

“Slave-mom, go and get your niece and brother-in-law. We’ll see how they like the situation over here…”

“Mistress,” Aunt Pat interrupted, “I think it would be better if *you* went over. Emily is domme in our family, like you are here, but I think she would gladly submit to you. And I want to see her submit to you.”

Steph nodded at her aunt’s words. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Stephanie threw on her robe again, but didn’t bother tying it. She left her kitchen and walked the short way to Aunt Pat and Uncle Eddie’s back door, where she entered without knocking.

Though Aunt Pat was a year younger than her sister, Anne, her daughter was a year older than Stephanie. Emily had the looks of all the Austin (Mom’s maiden name) women. Blonde, nice body, tits that set almost any guy’s heart going pitty-pat, and that blonde pubic bush. Emily attended the local community college and still lived at home. Like Aunt Pat had said, Em sat there in nothing but a pair of panties.

Steph usually thought cotton panties to be boring and utilitarian. But she realized that, in the proper frame of mind, they could be just as arousing as a wispy lace thong. And her cousin’s shapely ass stretching the soft material definitely put her in the proper frame of mind.

Emily didn’t turn around, she assumed since no one had knocked, that it was her mom returning home. She just kept on eating her canlı bahis siteleri breakfast and reading the morning paper, until…

“Out of that chair and on your knees, slut!”

Emily’s head popped up. That wasn’t her mother’s voice. She turned quickly and saw her cousin standing there, her robe hanging loose over her otherwise naked body. Surprised only began to describe it. But eventually, the order sank in and a slight smile twitched on her lips, and she rose. Em looked her cousin in the eye, a slight look of defiance on her face, but it quickly softened and she sank gracefully to her knees.

“Good morning, Mistress Stephanie. And how is my cousin this fine morning?”

Stephanie was relieved to find that Emily’s domination streak was not quite as strong as hers: she wasn’t sure she was willing to give up this power yet. She felt incredible love for her cousin at that moment, stronger than she’d ever felt for her before. Steph also realized she had a greater love for Mom, Dad and even Reggie after last night. She hadn’t realized until now that the trust they showed by their relinquishing of power made her cherish them all the more.

“My dear, beautiful cousin, there’s a party starting at my house, and we’d like you and your father, my uncle, to be there. You don’t need to bring anything, except your bodies and your lust. And leave your desires on the floor here. My desires are your desires now.

“Call Uncle Eddie, Em, I need him, too.”

Emily called out from her place on the floor, “Dad! Could you come into the kitchen for a minute? I want to show you something!”

Ed Kendall came into the kitchen, in nothing but his boxers, newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

“What’d ya need, honey…” Uncle Eddie stopped short when he saw his daughter kneeling on the floor and his niece standing over her, nearly nude. “Mistress, what are you doing?”

Emily looked over her shoulder at her father and replied, “It would appear that I now have a mistress, too, lollypop.”

A smirk twisted Steph’s mouth. To Emily she asked, “Lollypop?”

Emily looked up into her cousin’s face and half whispered, “You’ll see.”

Steph looked up at Uncle Eddie, who was obviously embarrassed at being there in his underwear in front of his niece. She saw him trying to cover his growing erection, but she stopped him.

“Put your hands down… lollypop!” Uncle Eddie’s hands dropped to his side (fortunately he’d put his coffee cup down), and his head bowed in submission. “Very good. Now join your beautiful daughter here on the floor.” He shuffled quickly into place, then knelt next to Emily.

Uncle Eddie had been a wrestler in college, and still kept himself pretty fit. He was definitely more defined than Steph’s father, although her dad still wasn’t at all bad looking. The boxer shorts didn’t contain his growing dick, though, and it tented out the front of his underwear and gapped the cock hole in them. Steph caught a vague glimpse of his manhood through the hole, and it appeared bigger than her dad’s.

Steph nodded toward the door. “C’mon, you two. Everybody’s over at our house.” Emily and her dad stood up and Steph said, “Oh and you can leave those here.” She pointed to their underwear. “I’m sure nobody is dressed next door.”

Em and Uncle Eddie glanced at one another at the order, then shrugged and slid their undergarments to the floor.

Now Stephanie understood the “lollypop” thing. Uncle Eddie had gotten hard while he knelt before her, and the “lollypop” thing referred to the shape of his cock. It was big, maybe eight inches or so, but the shaft was relatively small in diameter in comparison to the head. The head of Uncle Eddie’s cock was at least twice the diameter of the shaft and an intense purple color. It looked kind of odd, but the thought of what it would feel like stretching the walls of her pussy had Stephanie throbbing.

Stephanie resisted reaching out to touch her uncle’s big-headed dick (that would be for later, she promised herself), and left her aunt and uncle’s house for her own. She wondered as she made the short way home, what her mom, dad and aunt had got themselves into while she was away. She also wondered if, by some miracle, her brother had woken up yet.

Partway home, she turned around to see if Emily and Uncle Eddie were following. They were, but they kept shooting frightened glances around to see if any of the neighbors could see them. Fortunately, the houses were pretty widely spaced, and there were fences and hedges separating most of the neighbor’s houses.

When all three of them entered the Conroy’s house, Uncle Eddie had lost most of his hard-on, but Emily’s nipples were so hard, it looked like they must hurt. The three turned into the kitchen, and they all three were surprised.

A naked mom knelt in the middle of the kitchen floor, head down. Dad had been tied to one of the kitchen chairs, and his cock stood proudly erect, pointing toward the ceiling. This was surprising enough, but what was most arousing was on the kitchen table.

Her jeans now laying on the floor next to her shirt, Aunt Pat lay spread-eagled, tied to the kitchen table. Her neatly trimmed pussy drooled juices down her ass crack and onto the tabletop.

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“I’d love that. Can we both get into the bathroom?”

Cindy instructed Carol to use a new blade and showed her how to use scissors to trim all of the long hair away first. “Now, we’ll use the conditioner to soften the stubble and begin to very carefully remove it. You want to shave in the direction the hair grows, otherwise you’ll get red bumps and ingrown hairs that will look horrible.”

They both laughed as Cindy helped Carol apply the conditioner. “Now, that feels really good,” Carol told her. “You have a very nice touch.”

Cindy let Carol remove the upper hair herself, including the line of dark hair up to her belly button. Then, they both worked along each lip, carefully removing small patches of hair.

“We’ll need to move over to the bed to get between your legs, I think,” Cindy suggested. “It’s easier when you can spread out wide.”

Cindy placed a towel on the bed and Carol took her position. “I’m going to leave a little around your little hole, but now I can shave off the rest down here.”

Cindy went to work on Carol’s bottom area and noticed that her subject was now wet along her slit, but it wasn’t from the conditioner. Carol was fully aroused and her nether lips were more like rose blossoms.

Soon, the job was finished. Cindy reached back for the little bottle of baby oil and handed it to Carol. “You need to apply this right after I rinse you off.”

“I’d like for you to do it the first time,” Carol said. “Please show me just how to do it.”

“Well, okay I guess. It’s really the easy part and fun besides.”

Cindy cleaned off the remaining conditioner. Carol lay with her legs wide open on the bed. Cindy began to apply the baby oil and Carol moaned with delight as she felt a woman’s hands on her private parts. “Oh, yes, this is the best part for sure.”

“Show me what you do when you’re finished,” Carol asked. “Do it to me, please.”

Cindy opened her mouth to decline, and then she looked at the smooth and swollen pussy facing her. “Just this once, okay?”

“Mmm, yes, just this once.”

Cindy let her fingers slide along her friend’s swollen gash and watched as her inner labia opened to reveal her pink lips and an erect clit peeking out from under its hood. “I start with one finger,” Cindy whispered. “I like to touch my G spot inside, like this.”

“Mmm, yes, that’s heavenly.”

Cindy massaged Carol’s G spot like she did her own. She was rewarded with more lubrication and Carol’s low moans.

“Then, I like to use two fingers like this,” Cindy continued. She felt Carol move her hips in and effort to get more inside.

“And, sometimes, I like to put a finger in my ass as I use my thumb in my cunt,” Cindy stated as she moved her hand to a different position.

“Oh, oh yes, do it,” Carol gasped as she bucked on the bed.

Cindy watched as Carol began to spasm around her thumb and as her tummy shook. As Carol hit her climax, Cindy leaned in and used her tongue on Carol’s clitoris, tapping the tip on it at a fast tempo.

Carol clinched her thighs around Cindy’s head and shook for several seconds before falling back in a heap. “Oh, Cindy, that was wonderful. Thank you, honey.”

“Don’t mention it. I mean, don’t mention it, Carol, okay?”

“Oh sure, honey. I won’t breathe a word, not even to Mort. It’ll be our little secret.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Cindy told her. “So please, Carol.”

“I swear, it’ll be our secret, Cindy.”

Cindy looked down at the older woman and sucked her thumb. “By the way, you look fabulous with a bald pussy.” Cindy emerged from the cabin and poured herself a drink. Carol followed a few minutes later, looking as if nothing had happened.

****************

By late afternoon, Eric and Marilyn rejoined the group. Marilyn had that ‘just fucked’ look on her flushed face. Eric looked satisfied as he sipped another beer. Some of the other boats were gone, including the music boat with the naked dancers. The remaining boats were small ones up on the beach and a dozen other large cruisers, all more than twenty yards away.

“I’m for staying rafted up right here for the night,” Mort announced. “My anchor’s holding and we’ve got plenty of food and drink.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Eric agreed. “We can watch the sunset and get horny again.”

Gary agreed and they decided to throw out a stern anchor just to be safe. The lake was calm and no storms were predicted. Gary kept rehearsing what he would say to Cindy about his conversation with Mort. He had to decide if he really wanted something like that to happen. What if Cindy pitched a fit? They had tonight and all day Sunday, still, he knew he had to make a move soon.

Cindy went back to his boat to make a salad for dinner. Gary saw his chance and followed her over.

“Guess what?” he began as he joined her in his cabin.

“What?”

While you were talking with Carol, Mort told me something pretty crazy. He said that he and Carol liked to share with another couple at times. What illegal bahis do you think about that?”

“Mmm, I’m not too surprised to tell you the truth.”

“Really? I sure was,” Gary admitted.

“What else did he tell you,” Cindy asked coyly.

“That he likes you a lot. Stuff like that.”

“Well, did he come right out and ask if you wanted to share with them?” Cindy replied impatiently.

“Uh, yes, he did actually. I didn’t give him an answer, but I did promise to mention it to you.”

“Do you think you’d like Carol?”

“Well, she’s real nice, I think.”

“Don’t pussyfoot around, Gary. Marilyn’s already sucked your dick. Do you want to fuck Carol now?”

Again, Gary hesitated. “Only if you want to be with Mort, or maybe Eric,” he hedged.

“So Eric’s in on this too?”

“No, not yet. It’s Just Mort and me right now. Come on, Cindy, tell me what to do.”

Cindy thought a few moments. “Well, I saw how Mort looked at my tits today. I could read his mind. I also spent part of the time down in the cabin with Carol showing her how to shave her hairy pussy. She’s as bald as I am now. I can tell you, she is one very sexy woman.”

“Oh, wow,” Gary sputtered, “is that a yes then, Cindy?”

“If you think you’re man enough to handle Carol, I know I’m woman enough to thrill Mort. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to fuck an older man.”

“They aren’t that much older, you know.”

“I noticed the boner in Mort’s shorts earlier today. He’s sure to be very good in the sack. But, that can’t have any bearing on our relationship, Gary. If we do this, I don’t want to hear any recriminations later about how I betrayed you.”

“No, never. I promise. I expect the same from you. We’re a couple; they’re a couple. It will only be for fun and a new experience. Nothing else.”

“Okay, then, I’m game if you are, Gary. Here take this salad bowl and carefully transport it back to Mort’s boat. If you spill it, the deal’s off.” Cindy smiled to herself as Gary slowly, carefully walked up the steps and out of the cabin.

“Hey, Mort,” Gary called. “Take this salad and very carefully place it on the table. Cindy said if we spill it, the deal’s off.”

Mort looked at Gary and smiled. “I’ll be very, very careful, my friend. So, she agreed?”

“Uh huh, but with the understanding that it’s just for fun. No entanglements or anything serious.”

“That’s right, Gary. It’s just for fun and a little variety. I’m too old for her, and anyway, Carol’s the only woman who’ll put up with me.”

“What about Eric and Marilyn?” Mort inquired.

“Why don’t you get Eric aside and give him the speech you gave me. That way, I’m not putting our friendship at stake.”

“Fine,” Mort agreed. “I’ll have a little talk with him after dinner. In any event, we’re on with you and Cindy later.”

The three couples enjoyed dinner together, laughing and teasing each other. They quietly watched the bright orange and purple sunset and remarked about its beauty. Finally, the gals went below to help Carol clean up the galley.

“Hey, Eric, how about showing me your boat while we’re not doing anything,” Mort asked.

Eric rose quickly, always pleased to show off ‘Fun Seeker II’ to a fellow yachtsman. “Sure thing, Mort. Want to come too, Gary?”

Gary winked at Mort. “Nah, I’ve seen your boat. I think I’ll just sit back here and relax for a while.”

****************

In ten minutes, Mort and Eric returned and Mort pulled three beers out of the cooler. “Here, Gary, you look like you could use a drink.” Mort smiled and nodded as he handed him a can. “Eric’s okay,” Mort whispered. “He’s going to ask Marilyn tonight.”

They all lingered on the deck for another hour or so, chatting and exchanging observations about lakes, boats, islands, dock rumors, and general small talk.

“Come on, Eric,” Marilyn urged, “let’s go back to our cabin before you get sloshed again, okay?”

“My but aren’t we acting horny tonight,” Eric teased as he got up and held out his hand. “Goodnight all, I’m going to take my favorite nymphomaniac to bed now.”

Marilyn whacked Eric on the arm playfully. “You’ll be glad you did when morning comes,” she retorted as she allowed him to pull her up. They crawled into Gary’s boat, then managed to climb into Eric’s to disappear below.

“Well, isn’t this cozy,” Carol said as she pressed up against Mort. “What do you suggest we do now, Gary?”

After a moment’s thought, Gary smiled at Cindy and replied. “I believe it’s only right that you show your husband what you and Cindy accomplished earlier today, don’t you?”

Mort turned to Carol with a puzzled look. “What? What did you two accomplish?”

At first, Carol thought Gary was referring to the girl on girl action, then she quickly realized he was talking about her getting shaved smooth. “With Cindy’s help, I did something that will please you greatly,” she said with a chuckle. “Guess.”

“Hell, I don’t have a clue,” Mort replied impatiently. “What did illegal bahis siteleri you do?”

Cindy spoke up. “Go ahead and show him. I think Mort should see before anything else happens.”

“Okay, okay,” Carol agreed. She stood up and faced her husband. Slowly, she lowered her shorts and revealed her smooth pussy. “What do you think?” she asked. “You’ve always pestered me about my hairy mound. See, no more hair!”

“Holy shit,” Mort sputtered, “it’s beautiful. I never realized how cute it really was under all that bush.” His hand reached out and he rubbed Carol’s smooth lips. “I’ll be damned, it’s as smooth as a baby’s bottom.”

Mort turned to Cindy. “Is yours like this too?”

“I think you’ll know the answer to your question soon enough, Mort,” she teased.

Gary leaned to the side to take a peek at Carol’s surprise. His cock pulsed in his shorts, knowing that he would soon be sampling her charms.

Carol pulled her shorts back up. “Do you still want to do our little swap tonight, Mort?” she asked coyly, or would you prefer to try this out?”

Mort shook his head in frustration. “Tough choice, honey, but after all, a deal’s a deal,” he muttered. “I guess I can wait, but it sure looks tempting.”

They all laughed at Mort’s predicament and Carol gave him a big kiss. “Don’t worry, I’ll be ready for you when we get back together.”

Carol turned to Gary. “Why don’t we go below and get comfortable, Gary? I’m sure Cindy and Mort can find their way to your boat all right.”

“Now, Gary, I saw you peeking at me out there. Shut the cabin door and I’ll give you a really close look.”

Dutifully, Gary closed the door and turned to watch Carol slip her shorts off and toss them on the galley seat. “Let me show you how I was positioned while Cindy finished shaving me.”

She climbed onto the wide bed and placed her feet apart, allowing her knees to fall open. Gary stepped between them and stared at Carol’s smooth slit. “Show me what you like to do to Cindy,” she said.

Gary held her whole mound under his palm and felt her warmth. “You feel a lot like Cindy,” he exclaimed, “she’s smooth too.”

“Yes, I know she is, its really nice and smooth,” Carol replied without thinking.

“Oh, she showed you huh?”

“Uh huh, I wanted to see what it would look like if I shaved mine,” Carol half lied.

Gary’s fingers teased her slit and he quickly felt Carol’s wet and sticky nectar on his fingertips. As her labia opened up, he inserted his finger and explored her opening tentatively. Carol jumped slightly when he touched her G spot, so he spent extra time rubbing that sensitive area. Carol wanted more when Gary removed his finger. Now, she felt his breath on her bare pussy.

“Oh yes, eat my smooth pussy,” she begged as his tongue touched her for the first time. “I love to be licked like that.”

Her first orgasm came quickly as Gary devoured her slick cunt. He used his tongue in, on, and around her love nest. He tapped his tongue tip on her clit in much the same way Cindy had earlier that day.

Carol raised up on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. “I want you naked, Gary,” she stated emphatically. “Show me your nice cock.”

Licking some of her nectar from his lips, Gary backed away and quickly pulled off his shirt and shorts. Carol stared at his stiff rod when he managed to stand up. “Oh, yeah, come up here with me. I want to suck on your big dick while you eat another helping.”

After a torrid 69 on the bed, Carol led her young lover through four other positions as he fucked her slowly, then fast, then slow again. Finally, she got on top and rode Gary’s cock while he fondled and sucked her erect nipples.

“Mmm, your cock is delicious inside me,” she gasped as they both reached the point of no return. “Cum with me, baby. Cum in my smooth cunt. I want to feel you squirt.”

Gary’s release was strong as he felt Carol’s tight pussy riding him. The image of Mort’s cock pounding his Cindy flashed across his brain as his sticky ejaculate showered Carol’s vaginal cave. Then, he could feel their combined juices seeping out and covering his tight balls while they each came back to Earth.

“That was fantastic,” Carol cooed as she slid to one side. She proceeded to lick cum from Gary’s balls and cock. He was flaccid for a short time while Carol continued to lick and suck his spent dick. Before he thought it possible, he was stiff again.

“That’s what I like about you young guys,” she said between licks. “You can get hard again really quick. My Mort can only go once, then he’s done for a long time.”

Carol rolled over on her back. “Fuck me again. This time long and slow. I want to remember how good you feel inside me.”

*****************

Mort and Cindy were spread nude on Gary’s bed. Mort was sucking on Cindy’s bald pussy while she concentrated on sucking his skinny dick and fondling his large balls. His hand worked on her large right breast while his tongue plunged in and out of her canlı bahis siteleri wet hole.

“I think you’re ready,” Mort gasped as he licked his lips.

He turned around and his hands spread Cindy’s legs wide. In the dim light, he could see her cunt lips glistening with juices and his own saliva. Holding his long, thin dong in his hand, Mort rubbed the head along Cindy’s nether lips until he felt it begin to enter. He pressed forward and Cindy moved to meet his thrust. Moments later, he was buried to the hilt inside his young lover.

Cindy missed Gary’s thickness, but Mort seemed to be finding new spots deeper inside her womb. Using her vaginal muscles, she closed around him. “Fuck me hard and fast. Give me your cock, Mort,” she exclaimed.

Mort felt her strong, young muscles grip him and her words urged him on as he increased his speed and pounded against her. He felt his balls slapping against Cindy’s ass as he bent down to suck on her left nipple.

“Suck it hard, suck my nipple,” she begged as the bed rocked under her.

Mort’s furious activity only lasted a few minutes. He bit Cindy’s nipple somewhat roughly as his sperm shot deep inside her. Cindy felt three squirts, and then Mort began to shrink. Moments later, he plopped out of her wet hole and rolled onto his back. They were both covered with sweat and Mort was panting from his recent exertion. He leaned over and gave Cindy a quick kiss, then slid off the bed and went to the head to clean himself up.

Cindy lay back staring at the ceiling. “Well, Mort worked hard enough, but he didn’t last long enough.” Cindy was unsatisfied and hadn’t come close to having a climax. She was used to Gary’s gentle attention and to the way he timed everything to make sure she had a strong orgasm too.

Mort returned with a damp wash cloth. “Here, you’re going to need this I think.”

“Why don’t you use your tongue to clean me up?” Cindy suggested, hoping she could get off that way.

“Nah, I don’t do that,” Mort retorted. “You can handle it. I’m going to have a beer.”

Disappointed, Cindy waited until Mort got his beer and stepped out onto the deck. Then, she used her fingers to massage her aching pussy. She felt their juices oozing out and quickly plunged two fingers into her cunt, using her thumb to tease her clit. “He didn’t even lick my clit,” she groused as she worked her fingers in and out.

Cindy enjoyed a small climax using her own devices, then she used the cloth to avoid making pecker tracks on her way to the head. “Sometimes, you win and sometimes, you lose,” she thought as she pulled the covers down and put her head on the pillow.

****************

Later, she half awoke when she heard Gary enter, strip off his clothes and climb up into bed beside her.

“Are you okay,” he asked after she failed to greet him.

Cindy turned her face to his. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just disappointed is all.”

Gary’s voice reflected his concern. “Why? What happened?”

“Mort was only interested in fucking me for his own benefit. He was done too quickly and I didn’t even have an orgasm. As soon as he was through, he tossed me a wash cloth and went outside to have a beer.”

“Shit,” Gary muttered. “I’m sorry I got you into this, Cindy.”

“You had no way of knowing,” she told him. “It’s all right. Don’t get upset or anything. I took care of my own needs after he left. How did you like Carol?”

“She was dynamite. She taught me a couple of new positions that I want to try with you. She couldn’t get enough. Now, I think I know why. I think I’d better warn Eric before he and Marilyn accept Mort’s invitation.”

“Was Eric going to do it too?” Cindy asked.

“Yes, if Marilyn agreed, and I think she would. She’s pretty wild as long as she doesn’t have to show her little titties.”

Cindy mulled over the new information. “Find out if Marilyn agreed before you tell Eric about Mort. Maybe we can get together with Eric and Marilyn instead.”

“Do you want to give Eric a shot at satisfying you?” Gary replied.

“He can’t be any worse, and I know he’d love to get in my pants,” Cindy chuckled. “If you’re willing to go with Marilyn, we might as well give it a try.”

Gary shook his head. “You never cease to amaze me, woman. Just when I think I know you, there’s a new surprise. That’s why I love you so much. I’ll get with Eric first thing in the morning before we have breakfast.”

*****************

Gary jumped onto ‘Fun Seeker II’ early and knocked on the door. “Anybody up?” he called.

After a minute’s delay, a sleepy Eric opened the door a few inches and stared out. “What’s up?”

“Tell me,” Gary whispered, “did Marilyn say yes or no?”

Eric smiled for the first time. “Uh, she agreed right away.”

“Good, okay, listen up,” Gary said in a low voice. “Mort is a loser in the sack. Cindy was very disappointed. But, we’ve got another idea if you’re game.”

“Hit me, buddy,” Eric stated, obviously discouraged.

“We’ll tell Mort and Carol that we have to leave after breakfast. Then, we’ll both go farther up the lake and raft up there. If Marilyn and you are okay with the change in plans, the four of us can have some fun instead.”

“You mean that you’d let me fuck Cindy?” Eric whispered in disbelief.

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There was an old gambler’s caveat about betting on “a sure thing”. The tale goes that if someone comes up to you and bets that if you choose a card from a sealed deck they can make it levitate and spit water on you, you do not take the bet! The reasoning is obvious. They wouldn’t have offered the bet unless they felt certain they could accomplish the seemingly impossible feat.

Since a trip to Vegas had been in the works for Alison, it was a warning she should have taken seriously! Instead, she walked naively into just such a no-win bet.

It all started with a dispute with her best friend and roommate, Chelsea. The two weren’t afraid to get down and dirty when they watched TV. Anything could spark a lively debate. Even True Blood, usually sacred viewing, was no exception. Of course, in that case it waited until after the show was over.

In this case, the discussion was how much of a man-slut Jason was in their favorite show. While neither saw fit to argue this was anything but simple truth, it was the reason that came under fire. Chelsea insisted that you had to make some exceptions for guys. After all, they couldn’t help the intensity of their sex drives or the way it flavored their thought process.

Alison refused to agree. After all, it was nothing more than a matter of choice and self-control. Okay, so maybe he needed the physical relief for biological reasons. The simple answer was to use his own hands. He didn’t have to jump from woman to woman obsessively. There were plenty of men who were strictly monogamous.

To this day, Alison still wasn’t certain how Chelsea had steered the conversation around to the two of them. The shift had come about, somehow, through pointing out the proclivities of prison inmates. Something about how they turned to homosexuality out of necessity.

That was where Alison had fallen into the trap. She’d insisted that no situation would ever force her that far outside of her typical habits. She graciously conceded that she wasn’t against the possibility of a lesbian encounter but it would be because she loved and respected the woman, not because she was the best choice out of a bad situation.

Chelsea jumped on the boast like a lioness on an antelope. For years, the noted bisexual had teased about a liaison between the roommates. Although posed as jokes, it was clear that the sentiment ran far deeper than mere jest. The challenge she offered looked like nothing more than one more joking attempt to get her in bed. As presented, however, it seemed a perfect means to get her to do the laundry for two months.

Now, Alison was fairly certain that her roommate expected not only to receive the reward of laundry service but also gain the added bonus of her desperately desired tryst at last! Unfortunately, Alison wasn’t entirely certain she could resist.

The trip had seemed the perfect opportunity to play out their dispute. After all, where else but Vegas was the city of sin and hedonism? If the trip was a working vacation, that didn’t matter much. The two models spent most of their time standing next to an artist’s booth and posing with whoever happened to wander by. They were eye candy. There was plenty of time during that to partake in a more intellectual pursuit.

Unfortunately, Alison hadn’t taken into consideration how realistic her roomy would manage to make the situation. They couldn’t change her body chemistry, so hormones couldn’t play a factor the way they could in guys. Similarly, both refused to accept that drugs would be a viable alternative. They were professionals. It might be a relatively simple gig but they refused to do that while working. After hours was fine, but not at work!

Since they were in Vegas, the first stipulation was that Alison would have to restrict herself, sexually speaking, only to someone she’d known for at least a week. True, randomly throwing herself at some stranger would prove the point about Jason but it said nothing about the final course of the argument; that she wouldn’t resort to homosexuality simply because of the situation she found herself in.

It hadn’t really dawned on her that it meant she’d be restricted in partners to the artist on whose arms they would be draped (who happened to be her ex and would probably create a very awkward situation) or her bisexual roommate. When she finally did realize that, it still didn’t bother her much. After all, as her own argument went, she could just masturbate. She hadn’t wanted to risk sneaking a vibrator through airport security but she didn’t, strictly speaking, need one.

The second part, she hadn’t learned until they unpacked in their room, the night before the convention. In order to simulate a teenage male’s libido, Alison would wear something beneath her outfit for the whole day. She’d laughed at the vibrating underwear and agreed. After all, it wasn’t like there would be someone manipulating it. It didn’t have a remote control. Besides, from a quick illegal bahis glance she could tell that the two little rubber nubs wouldn’t really line up all that well. A slight adjustment, every now and then, would make sure they didn’t hit anything truly sensitive.

Friday at the convention had only been a half day. The first part of the day had been set-up time for everyone. Given that the “booth” they were to liven up consisted of a three-foot by six-foot table, even their artist friend had little enough to do until the doors opened in the late afternoon. Since they had most of the day to themselves, there was no need to start the challenge until the booth opened.

A mere four hours! That was how long the first day of the convention lasted. As expected, the little vibrating nubs were able to be situated to avoid their intended targets; just in front of her asshole and just above her clit. What she hadn’t expected was how effective even that “near miss” could be!

What she hadn’t counted on was the way that her skin-tight bodysuit pressed the damn little nubs into her soft flesh. Rather than rub back and forth against her skin, the vibration resonated directly into her core, amplified by the two-prong assault. After a half-hour of unrelenting sensation, she’d begun to wonder if it might not have been better to adjust the device to its intended placement. When she asked her companions at the booth for a quick run to the bathroom, they’d agreed. The was no question that Chelsea knew the reason for the break, though she might have thought her roommate would seek some active relief rather than a mere adjustment.

A careful study, in the bathroom’s mirror, proved Alison’s worst fear groundless. Somehow, the design of the custom underwear distributed the vibration evenly enough that no visible signs betrayed its presence. Of course, the way her legless bodysuit plunged sharply between her legs attracted attention so it was a very good thing no one would be able to see the source of her discomfort.

True, even the slightest contact broke the illusion but patrons knew enough not to risk a grope of the booth babes. It was the surest way to get oneself thrown out, at best, or even arrested. She had to be a little careful how she draped herself against them for photo ops, but that was manageable.

The adjustment was a crushing failure. After only half an hour in the torture device, the slight shift caused an instantaneous orgasm. Plastered to the wall of the bathroom stall, it had taken no little amount of effort to even pull the vibrating panties back off when all her body wanted to do was surrender to the bliss and relief they suddenly offered.

Never in her twenty-two years had Alison thought that pleasure could be constituted as a form of torture. The next three-and-a-half hours were something of an education in that regard. There really was no way to be certain, but she suspected that what she had to endure was rather more potent than the average lust of a hormonal teenage boy. Of course, based on the sample she’d known in her lifetime, she might very well have been mistaken about that.

No sooner had the doors closed on the convention’s first evening than Alison was at the elevator. She would have stripped the damn thing off then and there if there hadn’t been a blue-haired old couple in the moving coffin with her. Even when they got off two floors below hers, however, she didn’t dare touch the device. She was so strung out she was afraid even turning it off might send her over the edge.

Alison managed to make it to the bathroom of the room she shared with Chelsea. Her body felt weak from the constant tension so she sat on the floor and leaned against the cool plastic of the bathtub. Her skin was feverish with need and the relief that the white plastic offered proved how pathetic her life had become in such a short time.

Alison was so desperate for release that she didn’t even bother to strip. She left the super-heroine inspired bodysuit on and slipped her fingers carefully beneath the edge to grip the vibrating thong. A single sharp tug was all it took.

Her body bucked as if struck by lightning. The damned rubber nubs shifted and sank perfectly into position. Bliss exploded from every nerve. Electricity raced across her flesh. Her skin burned and her blood boiled. Her core seemed to burst from the pressure and every muscle in her body seized at once.

A vague, tiny, portion of her mind suspected that she looked as if in the middle of a fit. Her hands had fallen uselessly by her side and she no longer sat upright. The way she flopped about on the floor must have resembled a landed fish. Only the moans and screams of sheer delight separated her from someone disabled by an epileptic attack.

Alison hadn’t counted on the magnitude of the orgasm when she’d decided to just let the device do its job properly. The desperation of hours beneath its not-so-tender ministrations made illegal bahis siteleri it even more difficult to control her own body. Between the energy she burned during the climax and the relief of her body that the tension was finally released, she literally couldn’t even lift a finger to turn the damn thing off, much less remove it entirely. It hadn’t taken long for her to realize that she had quite literally sentenced herself to a perpetual state of orgasm until the batteries ran out.

Thankfully, another outcome presented itself. It had been a mistake to rush out of the convention hall so quickly. She realized that as soon as her roommate meandered in after her, nearly ten minutes later! Chelsea stood in the doorway for a few moments and enjoyed the view. Alison’s throat was raw from constant screams and moans so she couldn’t even plead for help.

Fortunately, after a very knowing smirk, her roommate had pity on her. Chelsea crouched down next to her, slipped a finger beneath both the bodysuit and the cursed thong and flipped the switch to turn it off. If she took the slightest liberty and stabbed her finger lightly inside the sopping folds nearby, Alison literally hadn’t the voice to complain. Besides, after the constant torment she never would have noticed if her bisexual roomy hadn’t pulled the now-sticky finger out and sucked teasingly on it.

“The release wasn’t worth it, was it?”

Alison stared blankly at her friend. Worth it? Torture aside, it had been the single most powerful orgasm she’d ever had. She didn’t think it would even be possible to match that, much less top it!

Until, that is, she realized that the next day she’d have to wear the horrific device for more than double the time she’d spent in it that evening!

The epiphany was almost enough to cause Alison to instantly relent on the bet. She’d never really been against the idea of experimenting with Chelsea. Besides being her best friend, she knew from watching her with her lovers that she was very attentive to the needs of others. Not only would Alison not need to torment herself for another day (rather, less, two!) but she’d end up at the much more tender hands of an experienced lover.

Only sheer, unadulterated, pride kept Alison from giving in then and there. As rough as it had been, she had survived the first day. Now she knew what to expect. While it was more than true that the orgasm had barely put a dent in the lustful need she still felt, she’d learned a few other things that might help.

Tomorrow, among other things, she’d be careful to take off the device and masturbate with nothing more than her fingers. It might not feel as good, but maybe the extended climax had actually reduced the effectiveness of assuaging her lust. Maybe a short cum, followed by a cold shower, would help? More importantly, she’d take merciless advantage of infrequent bathroom breaks and strip off the offensive thong.

Alison peeled herself out of her clothes. As instructed by her roomy, she carefully cleaned the device and hung it up to dry. She had been assured it would be dry by morning, but if it wasn’t the hair dryer should finish the job. The rest of her outfit was utterly ruined until she got it back to a dry cleaner. Thankfully, she’d brought along enough for two each day.

“So, ready to give up yet?” Chelsea asked innocently when Alison sauntered into the main room in nothing but a bathrobe. She posed gracefully on the bed in a very sheer teddy, displaying what was offered the loser of the bet.

“Nope. I’ll survive.” Alison said with confidence she didn’t feel. She allowed her robe to drop teasingly before she slipped quickly beneath the blankets. She glanced over at her roommate, out of the corner of her eyes, and was pleased to see a spark of real desire over the display. “Good night.”

It took Alison quite a while to get to sleep. Every ounce of confidence she’d displayed was feigned. Even now, her body screamed to get over it and climb into her best friend’s bed. With twice as long under siege tomorrow, she’d never be able to last! It’d take a miracle of Hollywood proportions to survive without going insane!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Almost two hours into the second day of the con and Alison cursed her own pride. It was too late now to surrender herself to her best friend. Until the convention closed its doors for the evening, one or the other of them would be needed at the booth for the whole day. There wouldn’t be an opportunity to drag her to some handy bathroom so she could officially claim her victory and relieve Alison of the overwhelming need.

To the unenlightened, the near constant fidgeting might have seemed like the need to pee. Even her ex had asked her if she needed to use the bathroom. After one less than discreet pose for a photo, where she’d absently pressed her crotch against his shoulder out of habit, he’d begun to give her weird looks. There was no question he canlı bahis siteleri knew what was going on, at that point, even if he didn’t understand why.

Even Alison’s pride wasn’t strong enough to cause her to beg him to help her rather than her best friend. Their relationship hadn’t been all that great to begin with. It had ended badly. Only the flawless way her costuming skills, her and her roommate’s modeling, and his artwork blended together accounted for the fact that they remained cordial long enough for the occasional con.

She wasn’t going to succeed. Alison already realized that. Something had changed from yesterday. She knew that masturbation wasn’t going to be nearly enough to calm her body. There was something about the way her muscles clenched that demanded more than just a surface orgasm. As much as she hated the crude thought, she needed to be fucked and fucked hard!

“DalianceMay!”

Alison blinked in surprise for a moment and then cringed inwardly as recognition struck. It wasn’t the voice she recognized, but then name the man had spouted. While she was far from embarrassed by the art she posted under the online alias, the name itself had been coined a decade before. She wished she could change it, but her regular fans would remember it anyway. Anywhere she tried to change her handle, the name would follow, so why bother with the hassle?

The face attached to the baritone voice looked vaguely familiar. Unfortunately, she had literally hundreds of followers on that particular account. He could be any one of them. So long as his avatar had shown his features at any time, she’d have some vague recollection of it.

The haze that the damn vibrating thong cast over her mind caused her eyes to drift longingly down his body. He wasn’t all that good looking, but neither was he repugnant. More than ever, she knew she’d lost that original argument when her body screamed this random male was the very relief she needed.

The middle-aged man held out a hand, respectfully, where so many tried to get in close immediately. His handshake was firm. She liked that. It showed he wasn’t afraid she’d break, just because she was thin and a woman. Her body approved even more strongly of that fact. Unfortunately, he seemed to notice the slight shift, when her legs crossed a little more firmly to cover the shudder of need.

“I’m Ballast69. I’ve followed you online for years.”

Full recognition dawned at the revelation of his name. He actually understated things. He’d begun to offer her encouraging praise and constructive criticism back when she’d been nothing more than an amateur dreamer. When she’d gone pro, his encouragement never faltered. Even when she’d begun to post nudes, his interest hadn’t changed, as it had with so many of her so-called fans.

Alison wished her body didn’t surge with sudden joy over the realization. Unfortunately, she couldn’t fault it. This man could literally be the answer to her every prayer. Although they’d never met in person, there was no way Chelsea could argue they didn’t know each other. They’d had conversations online that were personal enough that he knew things about her that many of her boyfriends had never bothered to find out.

Ballast69, who she now remembered was named Josh, immediately got swept up in the standard convention spiel. He was a legitimate fan of her ex’s work, though she suspected he’d begun to follow the artist more out of a sense of obligation to her than anything. If he had, he’d stuck around as a fan on the merit of the art itself, however.

Josh bought a print, of course. It was one of the less popular ones, in part because the pin-up didn’t feature a big-breasted woman in scraps of fabric that could barely contain her. True, the heroine’s outfit was so skintight that it demonstrated the artist’s firm grasp of proper anatomy, but she was not only covered from neck to ankle but her breasts and hips were actually believable.

Next came the obligatory picture. The two men stood side-by-side with their arms around each other’s shoulders. Alison chose a dynamic, if a bit clichéd, pose and knelt at Josh’s feet and pressed herself against his leg in a classic sci-fi/fantasy damsel drape. Chelsea chuckled slightly and mirrored her against the ex.

The photo done, with promises to email a copy to everyone involved, Chelsea and the ex turned back to the booth. Alison stuck around, ostensibly trading contact info. For all that Josh supported the ex, the artist hadn’t even bothered to recognize a loyal fan. She didn’t bother to hide the roll of her eyes over the stupidity.

“It’s great to finally meet you.” Josh mumbled lamely. It was clear he hoped to get a chance to hang out, but wouldn’t press the issue. The crowd seemed to like the booth, despite the relative obscurity of the artist, and he was a consummate enough con-goer not to tie up the talent.

“Listen,” Alison urged as she grabbed his hand with both of hers. He was warm and strong. Suddenly, she began to truly suspect she understood what teen boys went through constantly. The almost irresistible urge to press that firm hand between her legs and caress his hidden manhood surged through her mind.

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Casey had seen Chris around the lab helping out the undergraduates during scheduled experiments; they had spoken on one or two occasions, although only about the experiments.

Casey had noticed Chris on the first day in the lab, he was just over 6 foot tall with a rugged look about him, and he looked like he had a fairly toned body under the lab coat he was always wearing. He had short brown hair that had a messy look to it with deep chocolate brown eyes and he was always on hand to help any student that was struggling in class.

Today Casey was working in the lab on her own trying to decipher the various features of the bones when Chris walked in carrying a large pile of books and folders. He looked surprised to see Casey. Casey looked up from her pile of bones; she smiled and asked if he needed any help. He replied that he didn’t and apologized if he startled her explaining he didn’t realise that there was anybody in the lab.

“No worries” replied Casey “I didn’t think anyone else would be working at this time of day”.

“Neither did I, I’ll go work in the other lab” said Chris.

“Oh no, no it’s fine there’s enough room for us both in here, um, if you want to stay.” Replied Casey.

“Thanks “said Chris putting his books at the other end of the work bench.

Chris and Casey worked in silence for an hour when Chris heard Casey lightly cursing under her breath. He asked if she was ok.

“Yeah, I just can’t seem to work out which rib goes where in this skeleton”

“I can help if you like, I took my undergrad in human otology”

Chris slid a stool up to the part of the bench that Casey was working on, and took a seat opposite her, she had the bones of a skeleton all laid out in the correct places except the ribs.

“if you work on the assumption that the ribs get bigger as they go down the illegal bahis body and then get smaller again, then you can sort them according to size” Chris remarked as he lifted each rib to show her.

Casey leaned across the bench slightly to see Chris demonstrating the features of each rib. Chris noticed that the top few buttons on Casey’s lab coat were undone. Her perfectly sized breasts were straining the fabric and he could clearly see the porcelain white skin below her tan line. Her fiery red hair curled around her neck enhancing the cleavage that was on show for him to see. He had noticed her before of course, in the lab, well who could miss those fiery red curls and that amazingly rounded ass. Chris realised he had stopped talking and Casey had noticed him watching her breasts, a tiny smile ran across her lips, as she watched him blush.

“Would you mind coming round this side to show me, I can’t see clearly from there” Casey almost whispered.

“Um, yeah, um, no problem” he replied unable to trust his voice not to betray him.

“So this rib belongs in the 7th position” Casey said placing the rib where it should be located on Chris’ body and feeling the taut muscles she had fantasized would be there.

“Yeah, um that’s correct” said Chris blushing even redder now.

“And this one belongs in the 2nd position, just here” she indicated to the position on her own body in line the top of her cleavage.

“y,y,y,y,yeah” stammered Chris hoping that she had not noticed the swelling that was growing at an alarming rate in his trousers.

Casey had noticed and could also feel her cotton panties starting to get wet with her own juices. Casey decided it was time to have a little fun with these old bones and innocently asked,

“so this would be the 5th rib” placing the bones across her chest and running a finger illegal bahis siteleri along to where her nipples were already tingling with excitement.

“That’s correct” squeaked Chris.

“You know I could help you with that problem you seem to be having” said Casey as she ran her hand up from Chris’ knee to the already large bulge protruding from his crotch.

“wwwwwwwwhat problem” Chris exclaimed as Casey undid the zipper on his trousers and popped his rather large cock out, it was bigger than Casey had expected, maybe 8 full inches but that didn’t faze Casey. She knew she could handle it.

Casey took Chris’ cock in her left hand and bent over to take her first taste of him, she slowly flicked her tongue across the tip and then worked his cock into her mouth. Using her right hand Casey took hold of his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. Casey took as much of Chris’ cock into her mouth as she could and worked him slowly gathering pace as she felt him relax.

Chris was surprised when Casey had let his cock loose from his trousers but as he felt her warm wet mouth around his shaft he had begun to relax and was now enjoying watching her fiery red hair bouncing up and down on his cock.

“mmmmm that feels so good” whispered Chris

Casey took his cock from her mouth and stood up, she manoeuvred herself up onto the bench and spread her legs so Chris had a good view of her now soaking wet panties.

” oh wow” he said as he expertly slid her panties down with one hand and positioned his head so his tongue was within a centimetre of her perfectly shaven pussy. He took a breath and smelt the delicious smell of her juices, he could see how wet she was. He blew lightly across her clit and felt her twitch with excitement, he flicked his tongue across her clit and she twitched even more.

Chris was canlı bahis siteleri kissing, licking and sucking at her pussy with vigour now, then she gave a little gasp as he slide 2 fingers into her now dripping wet pussy, he drove his fingers in as far as he could make them go. Casey’s pussy was hot and her juices were starting to run over the lab table, Chris finger fucked Casey hard and fast and just as she was ready to come, she pulled his head up and said

“fuck me NOW!”

She didn’t need to tell him twice, he quickly stood up pulled her forward on the table and eased his cock into her moist pussy. Oh god she feels so good thought Chris to himself. Casey had moved her hand down to her clit and was rubbing it rhythm to Chris’ fucking her.

“harder, make me cum hard, I want to cum all over your stiff cock” Casey whispered in his ear, her fingers working furiously at her clit.

Casey could feel her own orgasm beginning to reach the peak and she could tell that Chris was nearly there as well.

“oh fuck, I’m Cumming, I’m Cumming” Casey screamed “oh fuck, oh shit, yes, yes, yes ,fuck me harder, make me cum”

“you ready for my hot cum in your wet pussy” Chris replied, slamming his hard cock deep into her pussy.

“yes, yes, cum for me, cum in my wet pussy” Casey screamed as her own orgasm took over her body making her quiver all over.

Chris thrust hard into her pussy and felt his seed squirt deep inside her, he slowed his pace and felt 2 more reams of hot seed empty into her.

His cock was starting to go limp now and as he readjusted his trousers, he looked at her bashfully.

Casey was already packing up the bones into the box and getting ready to leave, as she got to the door she turned and with a cheeky smile on her face said

“thanks for all your help today Chris, I will be needing some help with the bone features next week if your available, same time, same place”.

She was gone before Chris had a chance to react and he was left in the middle of the lab wondering what surprises she would have in store for him next time.

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My name is Kathy. My friends call me Kid. That’s because I’m shorter than average (5’0″) and I have been told I have a cute little kid face. But I’ve also been told I have a great body and that I’m a wonderful fuck. I’m 21 years old and I’m a lesbian. Or at least I thought I was. Let me explain….

Four months ago I moved in with a male friend of mine named Rob. Rob made a pretty good living and was a really nice guy who’d do anything to help a friend out. I really needed a place to stay because I am too lazy to get a job and my parents were getting tired of me bringing my “bitches” home to fuck. So Rob let me move in with him, I mean, what would it hurt? We both knew that I was a lesbian and Rob wasn’t the kind of guy who would “try anything.” So I moved in and for several months everything went great. I stayed at home and did my thing and Rob went to work and paid all the bills. It was a sweet deal for me because I didn’t have to lift a finger cooking or cleaning or anything. Rob did it all.

Then about a month ago it happened. I had just come off of a bad relationship with my girlfriend Jesse. Jesse was a good deal larger than me, with huge tits and a shaved cunt. I was in the market when I noticed a hot Hispanic chick, maybe a little younger than me, checking me out. I struck up a conversation with her and before you know it, we were back at Rob’s place fucking our brains out. Well I lost track of the time and forgot that Rob was on his way home from work, and Lita (the chick’s name) and I were just fucking away in the middle of the living room.

That’s when the door opened and Rob walked in. Lita had her face buried in my very bushy cunt, lapping up my juices and squeezing my clit with her teeth. I didn’t even notice Rob come in at first, I was in pure ecstasy, oblivious to the rest of the world. I opened my eyes when Lita stopped her tongue-fucking of my pussy and quickly saw why she’d stopped. Rob was just staring at first, then he quickly covered his eyes and said “Damn, I’m sorry Kid. I’ll leave you two alone.” Then he rushed out of the house and drove away. It took a few minutes for things to get back to order but Lita and I did finish our fuckfest.

I sent her home in a cab a couple hours after the “incident,” then sat down to decide how I was going to deal with Rob seeing me in my most intimate moment. I mean, I’m not a shy person, but I am very self-conscious when it comes to things like that. My fears were premature though, for Rob returned home and didn’t make any vivid porno mention of what had happened earlier. For a few days at least, things went back to normal. For a few days.

Then came the day that Rob had a day off from work. Neither of us had plans so we decided to spend the day together at home, playing games, watching TV, and just hanging out. Somehow we wound up playing a game of truth or dare. And after about ten minutes, it became apparent to both of us that neither of us was going to pick “truth.”

“This is stupid, Kid,” Rob said. “We’re good friends and yet we act like we can’t talk to each other about personal or private stuff.”

“Ok, then, I pick truth. Ask me a question.”

That’s when the heat started getting turned up. Rob pretended to think over long and hard what he was going to ask, but I had the distinct feeling he already knew ahead of time what it was.

“The other day,” he started.

“Uh-huh,” I replied, “what about the other day?”

“Well when I walked in on you and your ‘friend’….um, well you know….”

“Yeah,” I said, getting a bit red in the face.

“Was it good?” He asked me that like he wanted to ask me a dozen other things, but settled on that question instead.

“Well,” I started and I don’t have a clue what possessed me to say what I said next, “did it look good?”

Rob was taken aback by my question and was visibly flustered himself. “Yeah,” he slowly responded. “yeah it looked really nice. Something about two beautiful women appreciating each other’s beauty that kind of turns a guy on.”

“Well I don’t know how beautiful I am but…” then it hit me and I asked: “did it turn you on??”

“Yeah it gave me a major hard on, Kid. And for your info you have one hell of a nice body.”

Suddenly I felt a dampness between my legs. I couldn’t believe it but hearing this MAN say I had a hot bod made me very wet. I had always considered myself strictly a lesbian, not bi. At that moment, I began to quickly reassess my nature. And at the same time, I began to wonder if Rob was as turned on right now as I was.

“My turn,” I said.

“I pick truth,” Rob said as if he read my mind.

“Are you hard right now?” As soon as the words left my mouth I couldn’t believe I had said them.

“Hell yeah,” he said laughingly.

“Can I see?” I didn’t totally understand what was going on in my mind at that point but I did understand that I was wet and this man had caused it. And woodman casting porno I wanted to fuck him very badly.

Slowly Rob stood up and unzipped his pants. He started to open his boxers, when I cut him off. “Take off your pants, Rob…..please? I want to see all of it.” He smiled and responded “Tell you what: why don’t we both go to my room and we’ll take each other’s clothes off?” I nodded as my soon-to-be “first” led me to his bedroom. He closed the door behind us and then he kissed me. I loved every second of it. It wasn’t like a woman’s kiss. It was hard yet tender. Rob’s hand made its way up to my chest and squeezed my right breast through the fabric. I never wore bras around the house and now I’m sure Rob appreciated that very much. I stood back and pulled my shirt off. That’s when I realized just how beautiful my tits were. They were 34C but on my small frame they looked so much larger. I could see in Rob’s smile that he approved. He leaned in and took one of my nipples in his mouth. God it felt good. The warmth of his lips engulfed my tit as his tongue ran laps around my nipple. I moaned my consent as he ushered me onto the bed, tit still in his mouth. He let go of my breast so that he could take off his own shirt.

I had never really appreciated the rugged beauty of the male form before. Rob worked out a lot and he had great pecs and a firm stomach. I on the other hand was kind of chubby and any other time, I was always nervous about taking my clothes off. But right now more than at any time with my female lovers, I wanted someone to see my naked body and admire it for the work of art it is. I quickly shed my jeans and my undies, leaving nothing between Rog and me but his pants with a huge bulge in the middle. “Let me help you out of those damn things,” I said.

I leaned in and pulled his previously-unzipped jeans down to his ankles. He kicked them off and smiled down to me. I reach around the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down and off as well. That is when I fully understood what being fucked was about. saw a man’s cock for the first time up close. I couldn’t help but stare at Rob’s lengthy piece of meat. “H-how big is that thing,” I somewhat-jokingly asked. “Nine inches,” he replied. I reached out to touch it and couldn’t believe how wonderfully strange and at the same time natural it felt. I squeezed it slightly and heard my new lover moan. I ran my hands over it in worship. I found the ballsack and gently rubbed and caressed türkçe alt yazılı porno it.

This was what it was all about, I suddenly realized. Pussy was great, don’t get me wrong. But this was powerful, It was commanding and it made me weak in the stomach and wetter than ever before between my legs. My pussy ached to feel it inside me but first I knew that I had to taste it. I had to give this wonderful hunk of flesh all the attention it so rightly deserves. I kissed the head first and ran my tongue up and down the shaft. Then I glanced up at Rob and smiled. I took the huge member in my mouth, a little at first. I had never given head to a guy before and it took me a few minutes to really become accustomed to it. Rog didn’t seem to mind my practicing. Then I slowly started a rhythm of sucking and jerking. I used my hand to play with his balls as I would a woman’s clit. I used my lips to suck and my tongue to lick, just like I would do to a pussy. But this was so so different.

There was this feeling of power in this organ and having it in my mouth, letting it fill my mouth with its size, made me feel like I could do this forever. I sucked faster and faster. I became so enthralled in sucking Rob off that I didn’t realize I was taking his big dick further and further into my mouth. When I finally deep-throated it, I heard Rob’s loud moans of pleasure. I continued at this pace until I could feel the cock muscles tightening and I just knew what was about to happen would forever change my life.

“I’m about to come,” Rob warned in case I didn’t want to swallow. But I did. OH GOD I DID!!! I wanted all of that creamy man juice in my mouth and down my throat and on my face. I wanted to feel like a whore and like a queen all at the same time. I sucked and sucked, begging for the gift about to be bestowed upon me. Then I felt it. A little at first, then a lot. Big gooey globs covering the roof of my mouth and running down my throat like a river. I pulled my head back, not so much out of surprise, but because I wanted it on me. I wanted it on my face and I got it.

The cum flew from the large cockhead and splattered over my cheeks and forehead. It got in my hair and even dripped down onto my sizable tits. I must have looked like someone who hadn’t had dinner for years. I licked it up every where I could. I was licking it off of my tits when Rob handed me a shirt to wipe the areas I couldn’t reach. I was in such a state of lust, I just threw the shirt aside and kissed Rob full on the lips, letting him taste his own juices still swimming in my mouth. Then I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. I could tell in Rob’s eyes that he not only knew what I wanted, but couldn’t wait to get at my dark bushy pussy.

“Well,” I said, licking my lips. “what are you waiting for?”

To Be Continued…

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It was a freezing July Canberra morning when the arrival of the text announced itself with a ‘bing’ on my phone. I casually looked down to see who it was from to have my stomach invert itself. There was that name on my screen – “Chris D”.

With a shaking hand I opened it.

“Hi Kate. Up for a conference on the weekend of the 17th. Fancy getting together?”

I could barely get my fingers to type properly as I pecked out a reply.

“Free all weekend. Love to.”

Chris! During this first year of my medical course I’d imposed on myself a bit of a man drought since returning to Canberra and breaking up with Wayne.

Apart from Greg, Chris had been the principle object of my fantasies since we’d spent a week making passionate love in my home town last Christmas before he’d gone home to Sydney. I’d resisted gently his suggestion we keep in regular contact. That wasn’t my style. But I’d left open the possibility of ‘dropping in’ if we were ever in each other’s town.

Chris had performed a different fantasy role from Greg. Those about Greg were more ethereal; they needed to stay within the boundaries of our long term friendship and Karen’s ownership of him. Those about Chris were more immediate, physical, passionate and consuming.

He’d been a virgin when we’d met and was anything but by the time he’d headed for home. While he’d been there my crutch had suffered a constant needy ache for him; there was just something about him that caused us to be mutually attracted to each other. By the time he left, the ache in my crutch had been more medical; one of excess and over-indulgence.

Two weeks after the text exchange and his follow-up call, dressed in one of the sexiest most revealing outfits in my wardrobe, I found myself walking through the hotel reception to his room; a sense of sexual excitement permeating my whole body. He’d suggested picking me up from home or meeting at the restaurant. I was the one who’d insisted on coming to his room.

Abandoning all pretext of dignity I was ten minutes early. At least that was better than the hour early I’d been in arriving for the threesome weekend with Karen and Greg.

It was an Adonis who opened the door to my knock. Caught shirtless by my early arrival, he had thrown it on as he walked to the door, but not yet buttoned it up. Now his muscular chest was there on display, his smooth skin extending from the turn of his squared jaw down to where a line of fine hair rose above his low slung pants to teasingly point towards the manhood that sat below it.

As much as I wanted to look down to see whether his pants were yet bulging in anticipation, I moved my gaze up to look into those gorgeous piercing blue eyes; the eyes that had locked on mine from across a party those eight long months ago and led to some of the best sex I’d ever had. His hand reached out to gently caress my waist as he bent down to kiss me on the cheek.

His automatic greeting caught me off guard, in the process denying me the chance to respond properly with a sloppy greeting kiss on his check, so I raised my hand to the side of his head to pull it back towards me. As my lips felt the skin on his face the fire that had been smouldering inside me for the last hour ignited. It wasn’t enough.

I pulled his face back towards me again and planted a kiss on his lips; once, twice a third time. It was no good. The hunger I had wasn’t for food. With a fourth kiss I penetrated his mouth with my tongue, lingered there while the hand he had on my waist slid around my back and brought our bodies together.

I didn’t need to look down to know he was aroused. His erection was pushing hard into my stomach; throbbing with its own desire.

Still in the hotel corridor, my hand slipped between our bodies and started undoing his belt. He dragged me into the room to let the door close behind him as his hand slipped under the hem of my dress and started lifting it off my body. Like some cliché out of a B grade movie I had him pinned against the wall of the entrance foyer as I slipped his shirt off his shoulders and managed to get his pants to drop to the floor at about the same time as my dress came up over my head.

Turning away from the wall he started walking our now underwear clad bodies backwards towards the bed, carrying me with my feet off the ground, my crutch pushed hard against the unyielding firmness of his erection. With my arms around his shoulders, I wrapped my legs around his thighs, turned my crutch inwards and rubbed myself up and down on him; passionately kissing him all the way.

As we reached the bed he turned around and threw me into the middle of it, bending over me to strip me of my panties even as my toes struggled to grab the hem of his undies and drag them down his thighs to reveal the tall thick hard shaft they’d hidden from my view.

In moments he was on top of me, our bodies intertwined, his naked warm shaft pressed against the naked moist skin of my clit teen porno as we rolled around on the bed kissing. Somewhere, somehow, he’d unclasped my bra and I felt it pulled from my body to let my hard nipples find their own excitement against the soft skin of his chest.

A condom was pushed into my hand; one I eagerly sheathed him in. Then he was inside me; my body embracing a part of his in the most intimate way possible. Like a lull before a giant storm, for just a fleeting moment our most immediate passions found their satisfaction; letting our tangled bodies enjoy that first moment of bonding with a blinding clarity. We lay there in a complicated embrace, kissing deeply, fondling each other and rolling about as the eight months of time that had separated us disappeared.

And then, as he rolled me over on top of him it was like a monster fire of passion was unleashed upon us. I pounded myself on him until my sexual frustration burst out of me in a giant orgasm, rolled him back over on top and enjoyed the powerful grunting play of his manhood inside me until he too burst the dam holding back his cum and filled the condom with it.

Only then, as he eased his body back down to cover mine could we actually exchange words. “So how have you been the last eight months?”

After that initial release of our sexual desires we got dressed again for the dinner I had supposedly come here for.

Given he was here for a conference, Chris had asked to what extent I wanted to be insulated from the whole conference scene. While he wanted to take me to a nice dinner removed from the conference one, the practical question was whether I wanted to drop in on the pre-dinner cocktails first.

For me that was easy. I wanted to see more of the people he worked with. And so we wandered down to the conference ballroom and quickly found a circle of people mainly composed of Chris’s work associates. What immediately struck me was he seemed to be ten years younger than any of the others. The other thing I soon found out was that there was only one other partner in the group; a tall attractive woman in her thirties there with a husband of about the same age.

At least what the woman was wearing gave me comfort that I was only a little out of line in my own choice. Hers was a strappy mini cocktail dress, the v neck low enough that the edge of what had to have been a push up bra was visible along the neck hem of her dress and offered a truly impressive cleavage display.

Mine was just a little more mini relative to my height with the neck line plunging low enough to convince most of the guys trying to peek through the space of my under-boob that I wasn’t wearing any bra at all; although for maximum breast projection, I had my own trick garment in that area. The total effect was maybe more what you’d wear on the red carpet to make sure you got top billing in the next day’s news item than strictly corporate; still it was close enough.

And so I played my role as a good corporate WAG; charming, even flirting with the guys, engaging and bonding with the women and enhancing Chris’s reputation by cynically but subtly making sure every other guy in the circle was just a bit jealous of him. Of course the line you need to walk is a fine one. Not all his work colleges were men and you need to make sure the women are on your side too; and of course make sure the other WAG doesn’t start bad mouthing you to her husband the minute you’ve left.

But just having stood there for nearly an hour with my body in close contact with Chris’s had already left me thinking about our post dinner activities. It had been a long time since I’d seen him last but the effect – let’s be more honest and call it arousal – his mere physical presence had on me hadn’t diminished in the slightest. At least mine was invisible. His I could feel as we brushed against each other and there was nothing half-mast about it.

Dinner, delightful though the food might have been, was simply one long piece of verbal and flirty foreplay. At least I got his story of why he got a ticket to the event even though he was nothing more than a part timer Uni student kept on from the summer clerkship programme; the managing director had needed to withdraw and gave Chris his ticket. It also explained his deluxe room.

But the food, even the wine, was a mere distraction. The sound of his voice, the easy reassuring humour of our conversation, the piercing intelligence of his eyes, the sculptured perfection of his body, the very aura of his presence; all reminded me of why Chris had imprinted himself so deeply into my sexual being during our week long fling. As I sat there absorbing the pleasure of his mere company every part of my sexual anatomy responded in its own demanding way; a clit swollen and throbbing for attention and a vagina that felt like it had opened into a cavernous lady boner that no amount of cock could fill.

In the elegance of this restaurant there tricky masseur porno was only so much I could do to give vent to my feelings. Above the table we were all very proper, each of us dedicating one hand to eating while – when knives could be dispensed with – the other reached across the table for the electric pleasure that even interlocked fingers offered. Below it we tried the usual games. For a short while I managed to raise a bare foot into Chris’s crutch and wrap my toes around the circumference of the erection in his pants; sliding my foot up and down its length to feel it surging in response.

But the table was small; the white cloth covering it barely rolled over the edge on the two sides on which we were sitting. With the rest of his family facing away from us, the middle aged father sitting with his family at the table behind Chris had barely been able to pull his eyes away from my cleavage for the whole time we’d been sitting there. As I spread my legs apart to move my knee out to let me get that foot between Chris’s thighs the way the father’s eyes nearly left their sockets made it clear he was getting a grandstand view straight up my crutch.

My dress was so short and had ridden up so much as I sat down, I could see my panties just looking down between the table and my stomach. With their thin material now dampened by my anticipation of our post dinner activities I had to wonder just how much he could see. Had the whole thing not been so uncomfortable I might have repositioned my napkin and just worried about Chris. But the truth was I quickly got a cramp; so Chris’s cock would have to wait until we finished.

As for Chris he tried to reciprocate, but his legs were even longer. At his first and only attempt he nearly knocked the table over.

On the way back to the room we had a quick pash in the lift, the security camera and shortness of the ride merely allowing me a chance to push the top of his trousered erection up under the hem of my dress and against the panty covering of my clit as we kissed.

Chris’s fumble with the security card which opened the door was the only additional delay between the lift opening and us rolling stripped to our undies with our bodies intertwined on the bed. One thing I’ve always liked about Chris is the way he delays the “I really want to stick my dick in you” moment most guys get to once they’ve got you like this. He willing to satisfy my need to savour a physical and emotional intimacy short of penetration.

But tonight that wasn’t enough. I was the one who needed penetration; who needed the feel of his impressive cock swallowed up inside me, the feel of my body embracing it and drowning it in my juices. With just enough willpower to comply with my own condom rules I peeled down the front of his undies to expose him, sheathed him, pulled the crutch of my own panties aside and anxiously immersed him within me.

Only then, with our bodies locked physically together, could I slow myself down and fully enjoy that mere sense of intimacy as we continued to pash as we rolled around on the bed. Only then could I slow myself down enough to just bathe in his physical presence.

For maybe ten minutes that was enough.

What moved us to the next level was me starting to pulse my pussy against Chris’s cock; tensing the muscles of my vagina against it like I was trying to suck it in deeper. That stirred up Chris to start pleasuring his cock inside me; gentle slow thrusting movements accompanied by soft little groans signifying the deepest pleasure. The fires of passions became lit inside us both again; but Chris wasn’t satisfied with how things were. For him we were still over-dressed for what he was about to unleash on me.

Withdrawing, he stripped me of my undies and dropped his to the floor. Then he took one of the hotel pillows and placed it under my bum as I lay on my back sprawled across the bed. In an instant he was back on top of me, inside me; arching over me as he looked down on my body and thrust his manhood within me.

The third time we had made love – the third time Chris had ever made love to anyone those long eight months ago – he’d experimented with a thrusting movement which tried to stimulate my clit with every thrust. He’d nearly succeeded then. Now he’d perfected the trick.

As the flames of ardour roared furiously in the circle of our bound together bodies, Chris pounded me to an orgasm; a back arching, call his name out, scratch his back orgasm that had been building inside me all night. Unwilling to stop there, he kept pounding; bending his body into an s-shape as he lent down to suck my nipples, taking me all to willingly to a second orgasm moments before his own climax broke in a rising crescendo of grunts and groans.

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of me and let his body relax into my embrace as we kissed; still puffing from our exertions.

Yet for all their intensity, those two türkçe alt yazı porno orgasms hadn’t yet filled my quota of need. Even as we lay there together those sparks of physical need that any contact with his person had always triggered in me were firing again. With the old full condom barely removed a fresh hard erection was already pushing into my stomach signalling Chris’s readiness to respond.

But this time we could be less intense; more loving and intimate than urgent and needy. This time I went on top; playing with his chest as I rode him cowgirl style, whipping him gently with my hand to encourage him to buck under me, lifting his head to my breast to have him stimulate my nipples as I enjoyed the sense of his capture in my bosom. This time took longer. This time we were more than just bodies fulfilling a physical need. This time we were two individuals spiritually and physically bound together. This time it was the journey, not the climax itself that counted, even if the climax was pretty good.

After this time we were spent; falling asleep still bound together.

We spent most of the night cuddled spooned together.

Like I understand is the case for many girls, I like spooning. Supposedly guys don’t; I’m not sure why, although maybe it’s just they don’t like being aroused by the contact without an outlet for it.

During our week together so many months ago, Chris had proved to be a willing spooner.

Of course all night spooning has its limitations. First there’s the need to constantly change positions in tandem as the person behind has their lower arm go dead where it’s tucked under them.

More prosaically, if the guy is behind – which his greater height makes for a better fit – there’s that little problem of where his night erection goes if you’re both naked. If he angles back so it doesn’t touch you, the total body contact can be pretty disappointing. If he doesn’t then it either settles into your bum crack – the default position if you are both really asleep – or pushes into the cheek of your bum.

Some girls don’t like the former that much. Me? As long as the guy can control his ardour I don’t mind; maybe apart from the greater than normal need not to break wind.

Chris’s cock had one other place it often seemed to end up in as we spooned; especially if he wasn’t aroused at our moment of first cuddling. As it grew, it would grow between my legs and come to rest buried in the fold of my front bottom; the shaft of his engorged throbbing cock pushing firmly against my engorged throbbing clit, pulsing occasionally even when he was asleep, while the head of the former stuck out from between my thighs like I’d grown a cock of my own.

After an evening of physical passion when our immediate ardour had been expended it was something I quite enjoyed; bringing about a night of erotic dreams and an episode of half-awake sex when neither of us could contain our arousals any longer.

The boss who’d passed his conference ticket onto Chris had intended to bring his wife, so I had a pre-paid breakfast if I wanted it and if Chris wanted me there. The offer of a nice hotel breakfast made the former a no-brainer. In connection with the latter, I wasn’t so sure about whether I might just be an embarrassment to Chris. After all, it sort of made clear to his workmates that he’d had company for the night.

That wasn’t an issue for him, and certainly wasn’t for me; so a hotel breakfast it was.

Given the stature of the profession organising the conference, I wasn’t sure what the protocol for conference partners in relation to dressing for breakfast was. I think I could fairly safely assume these days – even for them – that it didn’t need to be some Stepford Wives demure 1950’s style dress; but what?

I intended to take the opportunity to use the nice warm hotel gym and pool to, for a change, get some exercise out of the freezing mid-winter Canberra weather. So I wondered if I could get away with my spray on tight leggings and matching plunge neck cropped sports top. I put it on and asked Chris, who promptly grew a boner the minute he saw me. Maybe not.

The default – and only alternative – were a pair of nearly as tight fitted jeans and a plunge neck t-shirt, worn without the jumper and overcoat intended to get me back to my car afterwards without freezing. Even that created enough of a scene as we joined Chris’s work colleges at a communal table. Still, it wasn’t out of place compared to other WAG’s; it was really all very casual and even a bit exercisey. One mum with her kids even had swimmers on under a beach wrap; intending to take the kids to the heated hotel pool after breakfast; giving me notice that maybe it was best if I went to the gym first and pool after if I wanted to avoid that crowd.

After breakfast I left Chris to his conference, organising to catch up with him in his room after the conference sessions finished at 5 and from there get ready for the conference dinner dance later in the evening.

Shortly after five that afternoon I turned back up at his room. When there was no answer to the knock at the door I let myself in using the spare room key he’d given me for that purpose. As I laid my stuff out on the bed I heard Chris call from the bathroom.

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