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Navigating the roads of Cheshire at rush-hour while naked was scary. Plenty of people saw me, although it looked like I was just shirtless in the early spring morning. I still attracted second glances, which Scott loved and I hated.

My companion worked as a senior machinist at a small factory, on the outskirts of the nearest town near the football stadium. The complex, spread over decades-old buildings, had over a hundred employees on site, and Scott directed me to drive to the edge of the furthest of the four car parks, next to a tiny brick shed. “That’s the coal store.”

“OK.”

“Get out.”

“I can’t.” He glared at me, and I sighed.

“Why?”

He reached across me and took the key from the ignition. “Scott, I need those. I have a conference call at eleven.”

“That’s in three-and-a-half hours,” he replied. “If you want them back, I have some tasks for you.” I shook my head in exasperation, and he seemed to enjoy the panicked expression on my face.

“What?”

“And you’re always moaning about how much extra time you put in, and your manager says you can have a few hours when you need it. Right now is when you need it. Take off your shoes and go into that coal shed. You can have your keys and phone back when you’ve done all your tasks.”

“What tasks?”

“You’ll find out. Get out before I drag you out. And cause a scene. You’ve got sixty seconds.”

“Scott,” I protested, and my friend opened the passenger door with my car keys and phone in his hand. “Scott!” I yelled. “This isn’t funny.” The nippy winger just waved at me as he crossed the empty gravel car park to the old building and entered through a side door in the factory. “Fuck!”

Without having much of an alternative, I kicked my shoes off and left my car, ducking behind the vehicle and running to the small six foot square windowless building. The wooden door was unlocked, and I turned on the switch which bathed the cold, brick room in pale light.

I shivered in the dirty, grubby space. On the floor was a plastic bag, and I opened it to find an envelope addressed to “Jon” and a black cotton hood.

I ripped open the envelope and unfurled the paper.

In this room you shall wait,

Give blowjobs to one and all.

We will send some lusty boys,

To empty their blue balls.

Put on the balaclava,

Wait patiently on your knees.

For a load of horny cocks,

You are going to receive.

When your task is complete,

And you have a tummy full of goo.

The final boy will give to you.

Another task for you to do.

“Fucking bastard,” I moaned and pulled the thin black balaclava over my head. The cotton hood covered my eyes but left my mouth open to receive. I felt a shiver as I knelt on my haunches.

I didn’t know how long I waited. It was a torment – it could have been five minutes or fifty, time had no meaning. I strained my ears to listen for any sound, but the hard, rough surface caused my knees to ache. I wished Scott had given me a cushion.

My heart pounded. This could have been an elaborate practical joke by my friend, and Security were about to come in and call the Police. He was only a senior machinist on the factory floor. The company had several dozen employees on the site, and any of them could stumble upon me in this compromising position.

Every sound startled and made strain my ears. The sounds of birds landing on the roof of the coal shed, or the creak of the door as the wind blew, excited me. My anticipation worked me into a frenzy, and when the pronounced noise of footsteps on the gravel grew louder, my heart fluttered.

The wooden door creaked open and a draught of cold air smashed through my body. Butterflies did cartwheels in my stomach and my mouth felt dry. This wasn’t like a gloryhole; I was in full view of an unknown person entering the room and he could see me naked.

I heard the comforting, arousing sound of a trouser zipper, and the cool breeze disappeared. My mouth agape, expectantly. Anticipating the dick to slide against my welcoming lips. Waiting for an anonymous man to use me for the first time.

I jerked in shock as the delicate, fleeting glance of a soft prick hit my cheeks and my hand gripped the base. Warm, flaccid and uncircumcised. He had unbuttoned his shorts or trousers and slid his underwear down his thigh, and I didn’t feel any pubic fuzz.

I mentally built a picture of the guy. I had to. I had to imagine that he was a muscle-ripped twenty-something hunk who took immaculate care of his body and his smooth skin. I dreamt he had a girlfriend, but the offer of a free blowjob from a cocksucking dirtbag was too good to pass up.

His cock swelled as my lips sucked on the head of his prick. My tongue flicked his frenulum, and I drew my head over his shaft to bob on his stiffening prick. He tasted slightly of pee where he hadn’t shaken his cock after pissing. There was an acidic, pungent foulness to his pre-cum soaked dick that sent my arousal haywire.

He was definitely a “grower” and my hand gently wanked his illegal bahis firm shaft as my tongue swirled against his head. The nameless man grunted, and I sucked on the odoriferous glans to draw groans and gasps from his body.

He panted, whimpered, and his cock tensed. Instinctively, I put my hands underneath his bare buttocks to hold his prick in place, and as his manhood spasmed, he tried to withdraw.

I wanted his cum. I needed it. I would not let him ejaculate over my body or balaclava when it could land on my tastebuds.

He squealed and then gave a guttural groan as the first splatter landed on the roof of my mouth. “Oh, God! Oh God! Oh God!”

His cock slipped through my lips as the last jet of his juices pooled on my tongue and I felt the cool draught once more. I was alone with my thoughts and my arousal. I replayed that blowjob in my mind until footsteps outside stopped, and the coal door creaked.

A shuffle of feet, the parting of a zip: the sound carried above the chirping birds. The second man possessed a prick that was long, thin and sweaty. His cock perched underneath a smattering of fuzz, and he rapidly thrusted his slick tool into the opening of my hood and slammed his dick down my throat. Almost grateful and relieved, when he shot his load into me.

The third man was overweight and climaxed with just a few licks of his tiny dick. The fourth and fifth men entered the shed together, and I alternated between giving a blowjob and a handjob. I moaned into their schlongs – one thick and meaty, and the other, long and veiny.

They laughed and giggled at first. I imagined their immature laughs came from two eighteen-year-old apprentices without the balls to come alone, but the joke quickly turned into a satisfying visit. My licks of their cocks, strong tongue massages of their shafts, and delicate strokes by my hand, soon had them both squirming, grunting, swearing and squirting.

The sixth bloke was already hard. He forced his dick into my mouth and face-fucked me, causing me to gag on his salty, bitter cock. And then he withdrew to jerk himself off over my naked body. As the cum landed on me, I felt even more of a whore.

My cock bobbed at the thought. I lost count after that. There were at least nine or ten men who had come through that door, but it could have been a dozen. My lips and hands worked every single one of them to a squirming, squealing, groaning, grunting climax of deliciousness. My mind was in its happy, uncomplicated place as the blindfold dulled my senses and I submitted to the unseen guys who sported enticing and luscious cocks.

“You’re done, cocksucker. Take your hood off!” I was still savouring the fruitiness of the last load when those words echoed around the shed.

My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the pale light in the coal store. The door was open ajar and the narrow chink of brightness from outside illuminated the inside of the brick built building.

I wiped my body free of cum with the balaclava and threw it to one side. An envelope lay on the floor in front of the open door, and behind that was another plastic bag. I unfurled the paper and read the poem within.

In this bag is your plug,

Slip it up your bum.

We know it’s rather large,

But big plugs are your fun.

We have given you some lube,

To help you get it in,

And a plan of the site,

For where you show some skin.

Go to each star on the map,

So we’ll see your toy,

Bend over, spread your cheeks,

Humiliation, dear boy!

You’ll count to thirty seconds,

That you must expose,

And in those places you may find,

Some treats, perhaps some clothes?

Flash your hole around the factory,

Expose at every star

Finishing on Number five

Gets you closer to your car.

The bag contained one of my buttplugs from the bathroom. The thick metal bulb had a pink crystal jewel on the handle of the plug. At around five inches long, and two inches wide, the chrome-plated toy didn’t slip in easily. Scott had picked up a half-empty bottle of lubricant from Martin’s wooden den of depravity, and I squirted these over the plug before I pressed it against my hole.

It slipped in my greased hands, but it on my second attempt I had the toy pressing against my insides

It didn’t fill me like my biggest toys, but it was a satisfying firmness inside of me. I moved, and I felt it shift, and it sent a shiver across my spine.

The map was of a site plan of the factory. Four main buildings of various sizes housed the assembly lines, and someone had helpfully added a red arrow to the edge of one of the car parks, which I guessed was the coal store.

The five stars were all over the map, with the final point near the entrance to the site. There was no way I could move about the complex without being seen, and I tentatively opened the wooden door to the shed.

The hum of the machinery and a few shouts in the distance was all I heard. Behind the car park, for about twenty metres was a line of thick trees illegal bahis siteleri until the boundary to the site. The nearest yellow star was about thirty metres away at the neck of the large gravel, which contained just a handful of other vehicles. I hesitated, and with nobody in sight, I ran barefoot down the length of the car park.

Seven or eight seconds was all it took, but it felt like a lifetime. The butt-plug slammed against my insides as I sprinted to the gap in the trees, which led to a small clearing on the edge of the site. On the tree trunk, someone had nailed a yellow wooden star to the bark. On the floor lay a pair of forest green Wellington Boots.

I looked behind me. Anyone driving into the car park would see me through the gap in the trees. Anyone on the second or third storey of the factory building could see a man in the clearing, if they stared out of the window. But the poem was clear, and I put my legs six inches apart, bent over and spread my buttocks.

I counted to thirty. It felt like an age, and I was certain I rushed it towards the end, but it was a level of exposure I had not done before. My heart pounded, my imagination flooded with fear and excitement. What if someone called the Police? How would I explain myself?

The Wellington Boots were old, and a size too big, but they were a godsend. I looked at the map and realised that the line of trees extended around most of the boundary. The next nearest star was also on the perimeter and was in the far top right of the site plan.

With the boots, I could walk within the vegetation without cutting my feet open. I trekked between the oaks, maples and limes. In places my route was overgrown with bushes, but I was able to traverse the western boundary fence before walking across the northern edge of the site. At one point I was really close to a factory building, but I heard nothing except the throbbing of the heavy machinery.

When I reached the second spot, I stayed in the sparse hedge. Directly opposite the wooden yellow star, and within twenty metres of the bushes, was the smoking shelter and two burly machinists were enjoying a cigarette chatting.

Timing was key. I waited for ten minutes. As one employee left, another replaced them. I quietly urinated in the plants as I patiently lingered in the undergrowth before the final smoker vacated the shelter and I leapt out from the bush and displayed my stuffed rosebud to the world.

I hoped that it would be no-one, but that was too much to hope for. I knew that these yellow stars fastened to the trees meant something, and that there would be no way that someone wasn’t watching somewhere. My loins tingled at the prospect.

I finished my task with moments to spare, as another smoker walked out of the side door and into the shelter. In my haste, I hadn’t noticed a black and white jockstrap hanging from a tree branch, and I slipped further into the woods to slip it over my legs and up my thighs.

The next star was further along the eastern boundary, and the trees thinned. The main road ran alongside the site, and the chain link fencing and sparse bushes were all that separated me from the footpath beside the arterial route.

I had long stopped feeling the chill. Adrenaline was rampant, and I had to weave and dive between the undergrowth and bushes, while keeping a respectful distance between the factory car parks and buildings, and the five foot high mesh fencing and the road.

The next star was in the middle of a small stream. A fence post in the brook protruded above the ankle deep water, and upon that was a black cap with pink writing. As there was nobody in sight, I spread my cheeks and counted to thirty, before grabbing the hat and splashing through the creek in my Wellingtons.

Icy cold water splattered onto me, but it was refreshing. My body ached and my mind was ablaze with dirtiness of it.

The fourth star was near the site entrance, and I slipped the cap on without reading the pink text on the front. The map suggested that the stream which ran between two of the factories, would take me directly to the star and I looked along the watercourse. It was at least three feet lower than the ground and the car park. A little bridge transported vehicles over the top of it, and unless someone was next to the brook, I could duck and run in the stream in the boots without being seen.

The air underneath the little bridge was cold and dank. I had to squat to make it, and the pungent smell was disgusting. Walking between the two brick buildings, that were touching distance either side of me, scared me. I could hear the machines and machinists. The monotonous bark of the plant and the shouting of dedicated employees came through the open windows inches from me as I navigated the stream as quickly as I could. I reached the path at the front of the two largest factories and as I ducked underneath a second bridge; I heard voices.

Two women chatting as they walked from one building to another. I pressed my body against the brick underneath them as their heels clattered on the wooden canlı bahis siteleri bridge and took some deep breaths. I cursed Scott once more and waited for thirty seconds, before I continued past the second hall to a small green near the front of the site. On the tree, Scott (or his accomplice) had hung a white T-shirt that I grabbed and pulled over my torso.

The star was on a tree stump on the bank of the stream, in bright sunshine. As I stood next to it, directly facing me was the main entrance to the factory I had just walked alongside, and to my left was the security hut next to the gates on the road into the site.

I took a deep breath, climbed out of the stream, and crouched on my haunches. It wasn’t as explicit as my other yellow star tasks, but if anyone looked closely, they would see that I was proudly displaying my buttplug.

My heart rate didn’t drop. It was daring enough for me. The last star was near the security hut, and I walked along the stream a little further. I took a moment to glance at my T-shirt to read “I Suck Cock” in big pink writing.

“Tit!” I muttered, thinking of Scott, and saw a reference to the diminutive nature of the size of my endowment on the cap. I turned the T-shirt inside out, but could do nothing about the hat.

The stream ran underneath the fence on the southern boundary, and the company had installed a wooden barrier to prevent anyone from climbing under the perimeter fence. It meant I had to clamber into the grass verge alongside the largest car park.

I could see people in the distance, and the security hut was just twenty metres away. I got some cover from the trees and bushes, and edged my way to the main entrance. I spied the security guard in his shelter from the thick bushes, but he was reading his newspaper. They had pinned the yellow star on the tree above me.

I squatted once more to display my butt-plug to anyone watching from the factory, while watching the security guard chuckling at his tabloid. Thirty seconds felt like an eternity, before I slipped back in the bushes and noticed another envelope nailed to the tree.

Perhaps this is your final task?

Or perhaps we have some more.

Find on the site

A purple and orange door.

In this hut is a man,

Who hasn’t come for years.

So be a good Samaritan

And give him some cheers.

Leave the toy in your ass,

We know you like it really,

But hurry to the door.

You have some desperate willy.

The guy you want may require,

A blowjob or a screw.

Just give him what he needs

Or you’ll lose the next clue.

You’re getting pretty close,

To finishing our little game.

And we know you’ve had some fun

Because you feel no shame.

I could not remember a purple and orange door as I had navigated the complex, and looked around at the factory buildings and security hut from within the vegetation that hid me. I glanced at the map, and then at the vista once more. There were two corners of the site, I had not really seen anything of, and I kept to the southern perimeter and the bushes as I slogged my way around through the vegetation.

Tucked away in the far south-eastern corner was a large Portakabin and the purple door had an orange surround.

A laminated A4 paper, nailed to the hut, read “Groundskeeper.” Two women walked to their car, chatting, only a few feet away from me, and I waited until amongst the undergrowth was silence before I sprinted from the cover of the trees, along the muddy path and up the four steps.

The door squeaked as it opened. My heart pounded as I did not know who would expect me.

“Good God! Well, I’ve seen everything now.”

The voice came from a man in front of a row of tools, manipulating a brass valve on a small length of metal pipe. He was balding, overweight, easily in his late-fifties or early sixties and wore a gold chain around his neck.

“Sorry, I was told to come here.”

“Ahh, that girl. She’s funny.” I passed him the poem from the envelope in my hand and he guffawed as he finished it. He spoke with a Northern accent. “Virginia, I think. Her car wouldn’t start and I fixed it for her. She came with a few bottles of beer to say thank you the following day and we had a chat over a cuppa. Do you want a drink while you are here?”

I nodded, and he flicked the switch on his faded yellow kettle. “It said you hadn’t come for years.”

He gulped, hummed and sighed. “My wife died eight years ago from Cancer. I keep having these thoughts I want to explore, and that Internet which my grandchildren have installed in my house has all sorts of things on it. So she came by earlier and dropped off that bag. Said a man would come for it and only to give it to him when I was satisfied. I guess that’s you.”

“Yes.” He poured boiling water into two cups and without asking dropped a dollop of milk into each one. I blew on the top when he passed to me.

He nervously smiled and then glanced away, embarrassed. Inside, I cursed Virginia, as I didn’t know what to do or say. The guy had things he needed to discuss and resolve, but he acted anxious when he looked at me. I wasn’t a psychologist, and I sat, drinking my boiling drink in an anxious silence. Waiting for him to say something. “Are you a poof, then?”

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This story is a work of erotic fiction and is not intended for minors. Explicit descriptions of a sexual nature follow. I wrote this story awhile back when gimmie_your_load and I were exchanging stories (absolutely check out her stuff if you haven’t). Not sure why I haven’t posted it before. Comments and criticisms welcome. Character of ‘Lucia’ used with permission 😛

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Our favorite fellatrix decides to tease her professor just a little to help boost her grade, but things don’t go as planned.

Lucia nervously adjusted her skirt as she stood outside her professor’s office. Relax, girl. He’s always really nice in class. I’m sure he’ll be willing to work something out with you. She wished she’s had time to do her shoulder-length brown hair properly, but in her haste to get to class on time she had just thrown it into a ponytail. She hoped her button-up shirt and short, black skirt weren’t too much. She loved how her round, firm ass looked in this skirt, but she had to remind herself that that wasn’t always appropriate. Maybe it will come in handy in this case, though, she thought with a smile.

She took a deep breath to calm herself and noticed her ample tits invading her view. Glancing around the empty hallway she unbuttoned two more buttons on her form-fitting dress shirt. Not enough to be slutty, but now there was some quite-prominent cleavage peaking out. A little insurance never hurt, Lucia thought to herself as she knocked on the door.

***

As she opened the door she surveyed the scene. His office wasn’t overly large but was nicely decorated, with the obligatory wall-o-books with obscure titles. Do professor’s really read all those? His desk faced the back wall, but he was seated at the small table which faced the wall to her left, working on some papers. He looked up as she entered.

“Oh, hello, Lucia. How’s it going?” her professor asked kindly. “Please, have a seat,” he said, turning toward her. Lucia set her bag down and primly seated herself next to him.

“I’m doing okay, I guess. I’m just really worried about this class, professor,” Lucia confided. Almost subconsciously, she squeezed her arms together as she said this, forcing her boobs together and out even more. She caught her professor’s eyes drift down to the front of her shirt and linger there as she took another deep breath. Easy, Luc. Don’t overdo it. “Is there anything I can do to boost my grade? I’ve been working so hard . . .” Lucia couldn’t help but put a little sultry emphasis on that last word, and her professor’s surreptitious shifting did not escape her notice. He appeared to be trying to adjust his lap without letting her see that that was what he was doing. Lucia smiled to herself, confident that her charms would get her what she wanted, as they always had.

“I know you have, Lucia, and it is paying off. You are doing much better than at the beginning of the term,” he said consolingly. “I would love to help you with the homework and go over the exams with you, but you know I can’t offer any extra work to you without offering it to the whole class,” he finished firmly, the strain of keeping his eyes off Lucia’s cleavage visible on his face. Wow, he’s a tough one.

“Please, professor? Isn’t there any work I can do?” she pleaded. At that Lucia leaned forward, making her best puppy-dog eyes, and put her hand gently on his knee. Lucia had just intended to soften him up a little by showing some cleavage and flashing her winning smile, but her efforts seemed to be having an entirely different effect! At her touch she saw the lump in his crotch expand alarmingly. Oh, my, Lucia thought to herself, gasping out loud, what has he got stuffed down there? She had always thought her professor was kind of cute; he had that lanky, goofy kind of charm that endeared the class to him. But now she found her pussy moistening as thoughts of an entirely different nature began to swirl around her head. Lucia licked her lips while her eyes remained fixed on her professor’s crotch, momentarily forgetting where she was.

This was not lost on Herr Professor, however, and a switch seemed to flip in his attitude. He stood right in front of Lucia and brazenly adjusted his rapidly-swelling package just inches from her face. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped as his thick meat appeared almost to uncoil into his pant leg. OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod . . . my professor has been hiding a fat cock in his pants this whole time! Lucia thought to herself, blushing furiously.

“Excuse me for just a moment, Lucia,” her professor said, as he slipped past her to the door. When he moved, Lucia shook herself and quickly wiped the trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth. Her saliva had kicked into overdrive at the hint of a meaty cock in those trousers. Get a hold of yourself, Lucia! she chided herself. He’s a respectable professor; nothing is going to happen. But just then she heard the click of the lock on the door, and her heart skipped a beat.

“Lucia,” illegal bahis he began, closing the blinds. “I have decided there is an extra-credit project that will secure you the grade you need in my course,” he said, returning to stand right in front of her. His cock had only grown fatter and longer, and now presented an impressive tent mere inches from Lucia’s agog face. “You will now take out my cock, worship it, and swallow every drop of cum I give you. You will be graded on enthusiasm as well as skill,” her professor said in a commanding tone.

Lucia looked up in shock into her professor’s eyes, still not believing that she had heard him correctly. The look of stern amusement and self-confidence drove his words home. She took another deep breath and made her decision. Enthusiasm and skill, eh? Well, this is one subject I *know* I can get an ‘A’ in! Lucia thought, mentally preparing herself for the task at hand. Eying the monster waiting for her under two thin pieces of fabric, she felt her nipples harden, pushing forcefully against the cups of her bra, and squeezed her thighs together as her pussy spasmed and began leaking in anticipation. Oh, my God! I can’t believe how much this is turning me on!

Now resolute, she looked up once again into her professor’s eyes, licking her lips in preparation, “Yes, prof-,” she started, before being interrupted.

“*ahem* Don’t you think you had better address me as ‘Sir,’ Lucia?” her professor intoned, sternly.

“Um, yes, Sir. May I take your cock out now, Sir?” she asked obediently. Holy shit! Who is this commanding stud and what did he do with my professor?? Lucia then reached up to open his pants without waiting for a reply. She couldn’t help but run her hand up his achingly hard length, marveling at how thick and hard he already was. This may not take very long, which might be a good thing if this monster is as thick as it feels. She opened his fly and reached her hand in to free his twitching member. Suddenly his hand was on hers, stopping her.

“Whoa, slow down there, Lucia,” her professor said. “I have to teach later and I don’t want to mess up these pants. Take off my shoes and socks, then remove my pants, fold them neatly, and place them on the desk,” he said, the note of command in his voice unmistakable.

“Yes, of course, Sir,” Lucia shuddered at his voice and quickly bent to obey. Once she had his shoes and socks off, she reached up and unbuttoned his pants. Wanting this to last, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slowly began to ease them and his pants down together, the thick root of his cock gradually being unveiled before her. At the same time he unbuttoned his dress shirt and was pulling it over his head. Lucia looked up and admired the thin but chiseled body that her professor hid under his sharp clothes. Well, Lucia, looks like you hit the professor-jackpot! I may have to schedule weekly meetings to make sure my grades stay up! She paused just as his balls were coming into view, running her hands over her professor’s taut stomach. His face was still obscured by his shirt, but at her touch a visible shudder ran through his body. Lucia smiled to herself and caressingly slid her hands back to the waistband of his pants.

She leaned in close as more and more of his thick meat was revealed. He seemed about to say something, but then thought better of it. Lucia knew what was coming and relished the anticipation. She slowed even more, drawing out the moment, inhaling his musky scent and exhaling her warm breath against his engorged genitals. When she felt the waistband snag on his flared cockhead she yanked his boxers and pants the rest of the way down in one, quick motion. Just as she hoped, his fat cock recoiled like a wound spring and jerked up to smack her in the cheek just below her eye. Lucia was unprepared for the weight and force of the blow, however, and her head rocked back, more from surprise than pain.

Recovering quickly, she was then stricken breathless as she beheld the thick, club of a cock that stood twitching before her. Holy shit! she thought. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed, in a hoarse whisper. She looked up into her professor’s eyes wonderingly, “Sir, how have you hidden this monster all this time?” With that she turned her attention back to his twitching erection, precum already forming at the tip. Eagerly she opened her mouth wide and prepared to engulf his bloated cockknob.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Lucia?” he intoned, his voice stopping her in her tracks. She thought for a moment, then hesitantly reached for the buttons on her blouse. “My pants, Lucia,” her professor chided gently. Lucia blushed furiously and picked his pants up off of the floor.

She stood to properly fold the pants, her hands not-so-accidentally brushing the slick juncture of his cock’s shaft and head. She made eye-contact with him and proceeded to lick the precum from the back of her hand by sticking her long tongue out as far as she could. illegal bahis siteleri Mmmmm . . .God, he’s got me so wet already! “I’m sorry, Sir. Let me take care of these for you.”

His pants neatly folded and placed on the desk, Lucia moved to return to her seat. Her professor stopped her with his strong hands on her shoulders. “My, God, these are magnificent,” he said, now openly admiring her deep, soft cleavage. “And you weren’t even pretending to hide them were you, you little slut?” he said accusingly, looking deep into her brown eyes. She immediately blushed and looked down, partly shamed by his words, but more by their effect on her. Her already dripping pussy was spasming again. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her soaked lace panties squish against her throbbing clit.

Her professor brought his large hands down to cup her breasts through her blouse and bra. After a few cursory squeezes he finished unbuttoning her blouse and slid it from her shoulders. She inhaled and drew her shoulders back, forcing her ample tits out even further. This caused him to stop as he looked down into the chasm of her cleavage, completely mesmerized. After a few moments of fascinated wonder, he brought his hands up behind her back to the clasp of her bra, deftly unfastening it in one smooth motion. He left her shirt around her elbows, and before she could finish extricating her limbs he grasped her bra by the straps in front and loosed her tits.

They swung out briefly, as if relishing their newfound freedom, before settling beautifully, high on Lucia’s chest. He gently ran his hands down her sides, his thumbs caressing her smooth stomach. Lucia drew in her breath sharply at his sensual touch, and the effect on her large, soft breasts was delicious. The beckoning of her breasts was too much and he attempted to cup them, but even his large hands could not encompass their generous size and they overflowed delightfully. Lucia moaned as he brought her left tit up to his mouth and engulfed the nipple, sucking and nibbling at first gently, but with increasing vigor and hunger. Her hands were still stuck behind her back, so all she could do was push her chest out toward him and revel in the electric sensations this man was sending through her body with his wonderful mouth. Truth be told, he was actually a bit rough, but this only served to heighten Lucia’s arousal.

Ceasing his oral ministrations he tweaked and pulled her nipples with his fingers, lifting her breasts up and away from her until they stretched just to the point of discomfort. He watched Lucia’s face closely, until he saw her close her eyes and bite her lip. He then pulled just a teensy bit harder, causing her to gasp in pain and pleasure. Her professor then released his grip and gently licked and nibbled alternatingly on her sore nipples. Lucia’s pussy was positively gushing now. She closed her eyes moaned as her whole body seemed on fire with sexual energy.

Seemingly satisfied for the moment, he then reached behind her and finished removing her shirt, freeing her arms from their gentle confinement. His still-erect cock rubbed against her stomach and on her skirt, leaving a slimy trail of precum in its wake. So *his* pants need to be kept clean, but my skirt can handle some precum stains, eh? Oh, who am I kidding? This is SO hot! She immediately grasped his thick tool with her right hand and cupped his heavy testicles in her left.

“Jesus! Are your balls always this swollen, too?” Lucia exclaimed in wonder. They felt like two ripe tomatoes weighing down his sac. Holy shit, I can’t wait to see what these puppies can produce! Her professor just groaned in lieu of a verbal response, as Lucia cradled his swollen testes and slowly squeezed her way up his cock. “God, my hand can’t even fit around this monster, Sir,” Lucia marveled, her attention fixed on his still-swelling tool. How on earth am I going fit this in my mouth? Mmm, with hard work and stretching . . . yum.

A thick bead of precum had formed once again at the tip, and she instinctively bent down to slurp it up. She gave his balls a firm squeeze as her tongue laved over his enormous mushroom head, and she was rewarded as another larger bead of precum practically spurted into her eager mouth. “God, you are such a dirty little slut, Lucia! Your tits hanging out for all the boys to ogle, and now slurping on your professor’s cock at the slightest provocation! I’m sure you know what to do,” he said through gritted teeth.

She shivered as his words seem to go directly to her aching pussy. As she lowered herself, she felt her professor reach behind her and grab the cushion off of the seat to place under her knees. Well, at least I’m a dirty slut who warrants some consideration, she thought, smiling to herself. Once comfortably situated, she looked up into his eyes, still gripping his thick cock toward the middle of the shaft. She gave his balls an appreciative squeeze and then, maintaining eye-contact, leaned in to swirl canlı bahis siteleri her long tongue around his enormous cockhead. Her professor groaned from the intense pleasure.

“Dammit but you are a cock-hungry slut, aren’t you, Lucia? Do you want some cum, girl?”

Her lips smacked loudly as she sloppily kissed his weeping cock right on the tip. “*smack* Mm, yes, Sir.”

“‘Yes, Sir,’ what, Lucia?”

“I want some cum?”

“Come on now, say it like you mean it. Are you sure you want an ‘A’?”

Lucia suddenly stretched her mouth wide and engulfed his entire, fat head in one go. Her teeth rested just behind the flared crest, as she applied some strong suction and swirled her tongue as best she could around the knob stretching her mouth to the limit. Her professor clenched his teeth and inhaled sharply in a paroxysm of pleasure. She sloppily popped his cockhead out of her mouth and exclaimed, “Sir, I am a cock-hungry slut. I am a dirty whore and I want all of your thick, hot cum!”

“Well, you’re going to have work harder than that if you want your reward. Show me what a dirty little whore you are for my cock, Lucia.” Once again her professor’s words shocked her, but she was too lost in a haze of pleasure and servitude to care. This man was turning her on something fierce, and his fat cock presented her favorite kind of challenge, and also promised her favorite, sloppy reward.

As she prepared to loose her bounty of skills against this thick, beautiful club of a cock, she couldn’t help but marvel at this turn of events. Not ten minutes ago she was a normal college student, worrying about impressing her professor. Now he was standing over her completely naked, calling her filthy names, getting ready to pound her throat with his fat cock, and she was totally getting off on it!

With that thought she released his balls and brought her left hand down to her lap. Sure enough, her black lace panties were completely soaked through. She shuddered as her finger made contact with her pussy, and then pressed insistently against her clit. At the same time she used her right hand to bend his swollen cock to point directly at her face and, looking up lovingly into his eyes, she once again almost dislocated her jaw to get his cockhead into her mouth. She continued pushing, her tongue working the underside of his cock urgently, until she felt his fat knob reach the back of her throat. At that same moment she slipped her fingers into her panties and trapped her clit between her index and middle fingers and began to rub more urgently. A small orgasm rocked her almost instantly, and her moans of pleasure caused her professor’s cock to swell even more, and he threw his head back and groaned in unmitigated pleasure.

Through quick, short breaths she heard her professor groan, “That’s right, you dirty little minx. Play with that pussy. Rub that clit while you choke on my cock!” As if in announcement, he then brought his hands down and gripped the sides of her head. Lucia was just getting into a rhythm and her eyes widened as he simultaneously thrust his hips forward and pulled her head down. His cock sluiced through her sloppy mouth until his thick head impacted the back of her throat, causing her to gag violently. She coughed around the thick meat obstructing her mouth and great gouts of saliva drooled down around his cock. Her eyes watered instantly and began to leave streaks down her face. Her professor shot a concerned look at her, but she blinked away the tears, swallowed, and smiled up at him reassuringly.

Lucia then brought both of her hands to grip his cock firmly around the base. Her right she pressed against his pelvis, while with her left she began a corkscrew motion jerking up and down on the part of his shaft not in her mouth. Her copious saliva provided excellent lube, and this momentarily distracted Herr Professor from his face-fucking endeavors. Lucia caught her breath and renewed her efforts on his thick meat.

She pulled back until just the head was in her mouth, attempting to swirl her tongue round and round the head with what little room remained. She slowed her jerking, but used both hands to really squeeze down on his rock-hard shaft. She also twisted her head and massaged his cock with her lips as she began an ever-more-insistent bobbing motion, taking more of him into her mouth on each down-stroke.

She coordinated her mouth and hands masterfully, and looked up at her professor. He briefly made eye-contact with her, but the sweet, wanton look in her eyes, coupled with her unbelievably skilled ministrations quickly caused him to clamp his jaw and eyes shut and groan in pleasure.

She could already feel his fat balls drawing up tight against him, signaling to her that her reward was imminent. She briefly considered backing off and teasing him a bit, but her jaw was already getting sore, and truth be told she was hungry for his cum. With renewed determination she brought his cockhead to the back of her throat and began an insistent pushing while at the same time trying to swallow. Despite her best efforts, though, she wasn’t able to force his thick head into her throat. She groaned in frustration, and then felt his hands on her head again.

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What I did during my summer vacation. Sounds like a school project but actually it is a wonderful memory of an erotic liaison.

I took my daughter and her best friend for a tour of Ontario. At first they were not too thrilled about spending a month in “there’s nothing there” land. When I let them help plan the itinerary they quickly became engrossed. Niagara Falls, Welland, Toronto, African Lion Safari, Lake Simcoe, James Bay, Hudson Bay, Windsor. It was an ambitious schedule but we were well prepared and planned simple enough to alter things as we went.

As things turned out, teenage girls will be teenage girls. We saw a shopping mall and after a little begging I agreed we could stop. Never come between a girl and shopping, it isn’t healthy. I told them to meet me at the food court at 6:00 p.m. That gave them five hours of mall exploring. That gave me five hours to relax away from the girls.

Me being me, I headed straight for the nearest bookstore, Borders to be exact. It was a warm summer day and the store was fairly empty. I had recently begun visiting a chat room and thought maybe I should read “The Idiot’s Guide to Chat” or something like that. In the computer book area, I found nothing similar to what I wanted. I headed to science and picked out a book on cosmology (my hobby).

Borders is equipped with a nice reading area so I plopped down in an overstuffed chair. There were two teenagers making out, but they quickly left when they saw me. Another person came over with an armload of books. As she set them down I couldn’t help but notice her grace, class and attractiveness. I also noticed she had “Chat for Dummies”. Just my luck I thought, somebody beat me to it and I was only going to read it, not buy it.

She gracefully sat down and I was immediately drawn to the swell of her breasts. They were not overly large, but they drew my gaze as a magnet draws steel. Speaking of steel, a bulge was forming in my pants. Get off it Mike, I told myself. I could plainly see her wedding ring, I was in the middle of another country, and my daughter and her friend were nearby. But the lady wore her summer outfit with the style of a model. And the cold air-conditioning caused her nipples to prominently be displayed.

Being somewhat shy, I was not about to say anything to her except she saw me peering at her chest.

“A little rude, aren’t you,” she said to me.

“I’m sorry,” I replied, saved by a quick glance at her purse. The name D_I_A_N_N_E was embroidered on the top of the canvas bag. “I just happened to notice you have two ‘n’s’ in your name. So does my daughter.”

“Oh,” she seemed to accept my explanation. “It is different but not that uncommon.”

“My daughter thinks it is. She is always upset that cups, mugs, bicycle license plates never come with that spelling.”

“I know what you mean. I never had anything personalized as I grew up. It is why I started having them put on whenever I get the chance.”

“Great idea,” I said. We talked about the name for a few moments and I introduced myself. After the pleasantries were exchanged (names, where we are from, what we are doing), she stared at me for a moment.

“You aren’t going to believe this,” she said. “Please, don’t think me odd but I am going to say something strange. I want to see your reaction.”

“Okay,” I replied.

“M’lady.”

My mouth must have stayed open for an entire minute. No way could this be one of my very favorite chat buddies. But there was no alternative. She stared back at me with basically the same expression.

“How did you know it was me?” I asked.

Dianne, giggled, “Your daughter’s name, your name, you told me you’d be traveling in Ontario, the cosmology book…”

“Okay, illegal bahis I get it, who else could it have been!” I was still suffering from shock, but now embarrassment was added to my emotions. Along with joy, lust, fear, and every other known feeling. I laughed, Dianne laughed with me.

We sat talking, catching up. Remember, I had been gone for a while. Soon a few people came to the area to sit and read. I moved over and sat with Dianne on the chair to continue our conversation.

A few people looked at us funny, especially when we’d laugh or giggle. But I was enjoying myself enormously. I also liked when she snuggled a little closer—just to escape the coolness of the room.

I put my arm over Dianne’s shoulders. At this she stood up.

“Mike, I live near here and I am married.”

I was so embarrassed, not really meaning anything by it. I did understand what she meant though. We both rose, I really didn’t want to stop being with Dianne. I felt a real physical attraction. You’ve heard of love at first sight, this was desire at first sight. I took her hand and led her out of the store. We both forgot about books or anything else. I like to think she was as attracted to me as I was to her but maybe it was that my suddenness caught her by surprise.

All malls have many hidden egresses to the outside for delivery and service people and employees of the stores. I took Dianne to one of these. As I opened the door she pulled away and spoke.

“What are we doing?”

“Dianne, you can say no now or at any time. But I really want to make love to you. I want you to come with me.”

She gazed at me, at first it looked like anger, then I thought, maybe she was considering it. I again took her hand and led her through the door. It was a little dark but spotless. Off to one side was another door. I tried the handle, the door opened into what appeared to be a warehouse of towels. It must have been where all the cleaning towels for the entire mall were kept.

I looked at Dianne, she was so beautiful, so sexy, and from our chats I knew how intelligent and charming she was. I have never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Dianne. Her eyes sparkled it the bright storeroom light. I closed the door, turned off the lights and reached for Dianne.

I will never, ever forget that moment. As I touched her, all I could feel was skin. In the darkness she had removed her clothing. The feeling was as though a jolt of electricity, a bolt of lightning had struck every nerve in my body. I quickly stripped and took her hand as we laid down next to each other.

“Mike, I have never done anything like this. Please remain quiet and we will just enjoy the moments we have together.”

I didn’t understand her need for silence but who was I to argue. The entire scene was surreal. No sound, no sight, the temperature in the small room quickly adjusted to our bodies. It all acted to enhance smell, taste, and primarily the sense of touch.

We leaned against each other to kiss, a slow, soft, gentle kiss. Each touch of lip, each release of air was a new experience. I could smell Dianne’s perfume, her shampoo, her arousal.

Reaching for her leg to pull it up over my hip, I accidentally brushed her pussy. It was soaked but the spread of her moisture added to the smells of the room. Her leg over mine she slowly slid her leg up and down my side, her foot occasionally, playfully feeling my cock.

We increased the ardor of our kiss, probing deeply into each others mouth, sucking and biting lips, and playfully wrestling tongues. I nipped Dianne’s nose and then kissed it. She returned the favor and added kisses to each eye. We went back and forth like this with our oral ministrations.

I illegal bahis siteleri was also busy exploring her wonderful body. My hands caressed her back, her ass and her shoulders. I would lightly rub, softly knead, or scratch every inch of skin I could reach.

I rolled onto my back bringing Dianne with me As she straddled my waist, she ground her pussy into my stomach. For a while the roles were reversed as her gyrations felt like she was fucking me. She quit the kiss and groaned slightly. The small whimper pierced the quiet.

I pulled Dianne back to me. I kissed her lips for a moment and then as she lifted up, I kissed her neck, shoulders and the top of her chest. I reached down and clamped onto a succulent, nipple. My hands firmly on her ass, I pulled Dianne so that I could suck her tits for all my pleasure.

Dianne’s breasts were so very perfect in my mouth. The contrast between the softness of the breast and the firmness of her nipples made each tongue flick and lip pull an exquisite torture to my groin.

I massaged her butt and carefully got a finger wet with her vaginal nectar. I then inserted it slowly into her ass. I could feel her tense a little so I clamped down tight on a nipple so she could not escape. My finger gently probed into her asshole and withdrew. I did this several times until she relaxed. I wet another finger and slowly pushed both fingers into her butt. I did this not for her pleasure but to prolong the time I spent suckling.

With my mouth satiated (somewhat regretfully) I pulled my fingers out and pulled Dianne to my face. She sat over me and carefully lowered herself to my waiting mouth and tongue. Just as she’d touch she would immediately go out of my reach. My whimpering was to no avail, she was in control at that moment.

Finally she lowered herself to my waiting mouth. She did it hard and fast. I stuck my tongue out as far as possible and she began riding it. Her juice flowed everywhere and I would occasionally stop and suck and lick up what I could. Dianne would stop and grind her pussy down on my face. My tongue ached from the workout but I enjoyed her so much.

When I could no longer take it any more, I used my hands to stop her. We rolled on our sides, my mouth never leaving her pussy. I sucked on each lip, and licked each fold.

Dianne, sat up and turned, we were now in the classic 69 position, except my cock was not in her mouth.

I found Dianne’s clit at the exact same moment that she swallowed the head of my cock. We both stopped, paralyzed by the shock of pleasure. I soon felt her move her tongue in ways I have never felt before. It was probably the sensory enhancement but my pleasure was almost overwhelming. She circled the head and tongue-fucked the small slit. When she grabbed my balls I went breathless.

I tried to maintain movement on Dianne’s pussy but was hindered by the great amount of pleasure she was giving me. All I could do was keep a gentle licking motion on her clit.

Dianne eventually swallowed all of my cock and held it there. The sensation from her throat made my orgasm approach much quicker than I wanted. I was about to tell her I was going to come when she began a swift up and down motion that made any warning I could give impossible. My cock erupted into her throat like a blast from a champagne bottle. Each spurt felt like it was eagerly swallowed, each spurt felt like the orgasm of an eternity. Unfortunately, women can never know how much a man enjoys the act of her swallowing come.

My cock drained, Dianne came up for air. I immediately went back to pleasing her. I pushed a finger, then two into her pussy. I gently probed around inside her, exploring every wall, every fold, every nook. As canlı bahis siteleri I did this her juices again flowed copiously. I swallowed and licked and swallowed.

I finger fucked with three fingers and then four. I could feel her cervix, her g-spot, and everything. All the while lapping at her pussy like an arid dog. I licked, I swallowed, my fingers thrust in and out. I feverishly desired to give Dianne as much pleasure as she had given me.

I heard her breathing, it was turning into a pant. Then I felt her take my soft cock into her moth. The feeling was exquisite. Her pussy was flowing so hard I gave up trying to keep up with her flow.

Suddenly, I felt her tense up and then a throb began from deep within her. My hand was clutched, my head was squeezed and my cock was literally swallowed. Dianne moaned around and through me. I held on, but really had no choice as she came with all her strength. I swallowed until I couldn’t breathe. For a moment it seemed as though I might suffocate—what a way to go!

Dianne’s mouthing my cock had created a new erection. And I needed to use it as soon as possible. I pushed away and managed to be behind her. She wanted fucked as much as me. She grabbed my cock and put it right near her entrance. There was no need to go slow, Dianne was wet, and open. I thrust all the way inside and tried to savor every moment. She pushed back against me.

As I was pushing into Dianne, I reached around and held a tit. I marveled at how soft and how warm it was. Dianne grabbed my hand and held it tight to her. I moved so that I could kiss her neck. When she felt my mouth on her she turned her head and we kissed, tongues gently dancing. I faintly tasted myself on her and I know she could taste herself. There was no time for self-consciousness. There was only passion.

Dianne started moving harder against me. I responded and was soon pounding hard into her. I looked down, slightly disappointed that I still could not see. I wanted to see how it looked, joined together as only a man and woman can be. Soon Dianne stopped kissing and started a low growl.

I thrust hard and then stopped. I pulled out and back. I reached down, but Dianne knew what I wanted and she was allowing it. She placed my cock at her asshole. I very slowly, very delicately pushed against her sphincter ring. Almost imperceptibly it opened, allowing me to enter. Now I was much more intense, less forceful. I loved the sensation, the tightness, even the naughtiness of fucking Dianne’s ass. I wanted the moment to last as long as possible.

However Dianne would have none of it. She grabbed my hand and placed it near her pussy. I found her clit and rubbed with a couple of fingers. I kept some rhythm between fucking her ass and fingering her clit. I could feel her tremble and I knew from the friction that I could not last long. Neither could she.

I felt my orgasm well up, but I held off as long as I could. When I could feel Dianne’s orgasm about to happen, I allowed myself to come too. Together we exploded, her ass clenching so tight it hurt, but the pain intensified my own. I shot deep into her bowels as she held my hand on her pussy.

I was breathing hard, the only sound that could be heard, except for Dianne’s labored breathing. I cupped her pussy and gently held it. Soon my cock fell from her butt. I reached for a towel and tried to wipe her, but she took the towel from my hand. We quietly cleaned ourselves and got dressed.

I got up and found the light switch. When we first entered the room the towels had been neatly stacked. Now they were scattered , wrinkled and some were stained. We walked out the door, laughing at the mess we created.

“Mike,” Dianne said as she looked at me.

“I know. This was a one-time thing. But I will forever remember and appreciate it.”

“Okay.”

My daughter and her girlfriend appeared around the nearest kiosk.

“See, I told you he would be flirting with someone,” she said.

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Lucy and her older cousin, Nick, were always close. Nick was more than a year older, but they pretty much grew up together and as teenagers they were the family “babysitters” for younger cousins and other neighborhood kids. Nick was physically mature and tall, eventually growing to 6’5″ by the time he graduated from college, and he was a popular athlete at his school. So it was inevitable that Nick had some sexual energy toward his pretty cousin. Things started with Nick convincing Lucy to take off her clothes in front of Nick after the kids were asleep. But, unsurprisingly, things escalated.

The third or fourth time Lucy got naked, Nick said that seeing her “got him hard.” Lucy knew what that meant, and she had even touched a boy there while making out at summer camp, but she had never seen an erect penis. Nick asked Lucy if he could touch himself while looking at her. Lucy wanted Nick to be happy, so she agreed and got to see her first hard penis. Lucy realized later that Nick was well-hung but she had nothing to compare him to at the time.

When Nick began to masturbate, he told Lucy that seeing her body made him “horny” and he needed “some relief.” Soon, Nick was coming into a towel and Lucy saw a boy cum for the first time, which was a bahis firmaları powerful experience for Lucy. She was both aware of, and intrigued by, the effect her body had on Nick and his cock.

A few months into their play sessions, Nick “forgot the towel” and surprised Lucy by spraying his cum on Lucy’s stomach. He apologized but Lucy was very excited by how obviously turned on Nick was doing that, and after that night Nick never brought a towel. The next few times Lucy felt Nick’s warm, sticky cum on her tummy and breasts, then on her breasts and neck, and even a few spurts on her face.

Meanwhile, Lucy was dating more, making out, and letting boys touch her breasts, but she went no further with her dates. Nick was a different story; on Valentine’s Day, Lucy touched Nick for the first time and stroked him until he came all over her belly and crotch. She watched Nick’s eyes get as big as saucers when she spread the goo around and through her silky pubic hair. After that, Lucy began to please some dates with her hand, nd she was excited by how the boys desperately wanted her to touch them that way. She also realized that Nick had a big cock compared to other boys her age.

A month or so later, Lucy surprised Nick by leaning over and taking his kaçak iddaa cock in her mouth, her first time giving head. Nick was so excited that he lasted about 20 seconds before exploding all over Lucy’s breasts. Lucy immediately realized that a blow job gave her even more power over a boy than her hand ever could. It wasn’t long until one of her dates was the first boy ever to cum in Lucy’s mouth, and Lucy felt a twinge between her legs as she managed to swallow his load.

Lucy was popular with the boys at school, but playing with Nick still excited her. They babysat together less, though, and Nick sensed that Lucy was experimenting with other boys. One night, Nick told her to sit naked in a bedroom window that faced the street. Each time a car came down the winding road the headlights shone on the front of the house and Nick told Lucy that the people probably could see her. Lucy protested a little, but her heart was beating fast and her stomach churned in excitement at the thought of people seeing her naked.

Lucy also liked that Nick almost ordered her to sit in the window. After about 10 minutes, Nick began to masturbate and told Lucy to get on all fours on the floor before he came all over her back and ass. It was as exciting as anything Lucy kaçak bahis could remember. She didn’t know it then, but the experience had unleashed Lucy’s inner exhibitionist and would shape some of her most intense sexual experiences and fantasies.

While Lucy was lost in her thoughts on all fours, covered with Nick’s cum, Nick shocked her by saying “I told my friend Brett about what we do.” Lucy immediately was overcome by a mix of embarrassment and horror, but also sexual arousal.

“What? What did he say?” was all a trembling Lucy could muster as she looked up at Nick.

Nick looked at Lucy intently and could see the anxiety on her face. “He asked if he could come over some time and see you like that,” Nick said, still looking at Lucy.

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that she should say she was angry and that that was not going to happen. But the pulsing in her pussy betrayed her true desire. Her thoughts were jumbled, and Lucy did not want to disappoint Nick.

She could hardly believe it when she heard herself say, “What did you tell him?”

Nick smiled the tiniest of smiles and responded, “I told him I thought you would say ok, but I needed to check with you.” Lucy was shocked and a little confused as a small orgasm welled up in here tummy and washed over her body. She also wondered where all of this was going.

Her ears were ringing as Nick, beginning to get dressed, said “I guess I couldn’t keep you for myself forever.”

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“You’re not the jealous type…right? :)” the Snapchat I just got from Darius read.

“whhyyy…lol” I had replied. And now my heart was caught in my throat as I watched my screen say that he was typing.

The first weekend of the conference had come and I had vibed with a few of the girls and guys and we had made a quick little friendship group. We had decided to travel out of the city for a while and rented an Airbnb for the 6 of us and just were going to check out wineries, bakeries, and maybe do a bit of hiking just for some different scenery.

The downside was we went about two and a half hours away and while it broke up the monotony of the same city blocks over and over, it meant that it had been about 24 hours since I had Darius’s big, black cock in my throat, ass, or hands.

He had decided to hang back and basically party and drink and smoke with the other partiers at the conference. Truth be told that sounded more fun, but hey I didn’t want to ditch the other friends I had made.

I was hoping the blowjob I had given him the night before we headed out the next morning would tide me over for the 48 hours, but here I was replying to his Snapchat not a day later, sitting on my bed while everyone finished getting ready to hit the bar nearby.

I got a notification and opened it up but all it said was, “Because… :)” and I was confused until a video came through.

My heart was beating like crazy as I opened it up and my mouth dropped as I watched a sandy haired guy gag, slurp, and moan over his big, black cock in the back of an SUV.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned out as I immediately felt my cock stiffen in my pants at the sight of his cock, even if it illegal bahis wasn’t me getting to play with him!

His big hand was wrapping around this guys head and gripping his shortly cut hair and the guy was completely naked and sucking and stroking his cock as best as he could on the beach seat.

i was actually jealous it wasn’t me with his cock in my throat and hell the guy was hot too. He was definitely shorter than Darius and I which made him seem more submissive. He looked only like 5’7″ and thin too. Meanwhile I was 6’2″ and had an ass from sports. Maybe Darius liked dominating me because i was taller than him anyway.

“Jealous? He can’t even deepthroat you…I bet you’re missing my lips…” I sent him and casually wrapped my hand around my cock that was hard as a diamond in my pants already.

“Maybe just needed to cum…I bet your horny as hell watching though huh?” He sent me followed up with a video of the guy with his lips slurping his balls and stroking his wet, veiny cock.

By this point my jeans were already off and my boxers tossed to the side. I was sliding the bright red thong I had bought when I had snuck away the group earlier that day up my legs and admiring myself in the mirror.

“You almost ready there mate?” I heard Jake’s voice ask me from just outside the door.

Fuck good thing he didn’t open the door! I thought as I called back, “sorry man, I need like ten more minutes!”

“No worries brother, see you out here in a few.” He said as I listened to him walk away.

I shook my head and then turned around and set a timer on the phone to take a photo and got a good one of my ass framed in the thong and I was using my fingers under illegal bahis siteleri my butt cheeks to lift them just like those instagram models. Fuck I really am a slut for his dick.

I sent him the photo and casually sat on the bed and start rubbing my dick through my lace thong. Just using two fingers on my head and rubbing like I had a clit. I guess he had me trained to cum this way even alone!

“new panties to show off for me?” he sent back to my photo.

“For you and me…glad you like! ;)” i responded.

“Shit you gonna make me nut real quick in this sluts throat…” he sent me back.

Then a second message, “Rub that little white dick for me slut”

Little did he know I was already doing it! Then a video came across of him holding the front of the guys throat and holding him next to his cock and looking up at the camera. I listened closely and could hear Darius talking.

Darius: Are you a little white slut?

White slut: Yes!

Darius: You love big, black cock huh slut?

White slut: Yes, I love big, black cock!

Darius: You got a cock or a pussy between those legs?

White slut: A little white pussy Daddy!

Darius: Hmm hm, that’s what I thought.

Then he was pushing his cock between his lips again.

Fuck me he certainly had a type. I thought to myself as I looked at myself in the mirror, legs in the air, on my back, my fingers rubbing my cock head like I had a pussy too.

I took a video and sent it back to him of me masturbating. He could see my reflection of my ass in the mirror, but the focus was on me rubbing my cock. I mean my pussy.

“Shit you are a little slut for me, make sure canlı bahis siteleri you cum quick, I’m about to bust and don’t want to keep your little friends waiting.” He taunted me as he sent another video of his cock pumping and fucking the sluts throat. Though all I could hear was gagging and slurping and choking as the guy held onto his thighs for dear life.

I set up my camera to view my body from my shoulder down, I had it resting on a pillow. I reached down and started to rub the outside of my asshole with one hand and I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to and start to cum in my new panties. My cock spurting like crazy and drenching my lace thong. I caught my breath finally and sent him the video and waited for just a minute until I got one back.

I clicked it open and saw that he had made the slut hold his phone and film himself as Darius had both hands on his head now and was fucking his throat without holding back at all. The guy looked barely awake with his eyes in the back of his head and his saliva drooling down his chin.

Soon I heard him start to growl and his cock start to pour his cum down the guys throat. Taking as much as he could until he pulled out and dumped the rest of his cum all over his face.

Then another video came through of the guy licking and cleaning up his cock and groin area where any cum had fallen as Darius told him he was a good little white boy and a good slut for him.

I almost had the urge to get off again but I had people waiting and I pulled on my jeans over my cum soaked thong.

“Maybe if jealous is wanting to be that guy I am jealous…” I sent him.

Darius typed back, “you’ll get my cock again soon little white slut, don’t worry. Send me another video tonight.”

I smiled to myself and stopped by the bathroom to splash cold water on the red cheeks on my face before composing myself and heading out to the living room to have another type of party!

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Caitlyn collapsed on top of me. She was exhausted. Three relatively quick orgasms can do that to people. She laid on my chest for what I guessed to be 5 minutes. Her breathing slowed to the extent I thought she fell asleep. My dick was hard and she was still impaled on it. Did I dare wake her or let her sleep?

Much to my surprise, she looked up, grabbed my face with both hands, looked into my eyes, and asked the question, “Do you think it’s time I help you ease the pressure in that hard dick?”

I stared back into her baby blues and could only give her a nod of affirmation. She slowly pulled herself up and off. Just prior to sliding off the bed, she leaned over, slid her mouth over the head, swirled her tongue, pulled off, and then walked seductively to the couch.

She looked over her shoulder while pulling up her dress and declared, “you should come over here, bend me over the edge of this couch, and slide that hard dick into my warm, wet, and very messy pussy.” illegal bahis

As I started to sit up, she wasn’t waiting for me. She leaned back and sunk two fingers into that warm, wet, and very messy pussy. My eyes bulged and my dick twitched. She opened her eyes, looked at me, slid one of those fingers into her mouth, and sucked her nectar from her finger. Damn! That girl knows how to be wicked!

As she pulled her delicate finger from her mouth she confessed, “No wonder you like going down on me. I am sweet like honey.”

I never thought my dick could get harder. This vixen pushed all the right buttons. Her hair was tousled. Her dress was wrinkled. I didn’t care. She was beautiful standing there in that wrinkled, black dress and her four-inch heels. I pulled her to me. We kissed. I could taste the lingering effects of our mixed flavors on her lips. I turned her around pushed her over the edge of the couch, pulled her dress higher, and pushed into her. It was heaven. illegal bahis siteleri She was so warm. So wet. So slick. So inviting.

There was no resistance as I pushed into her. The head of of my dick slipped past her lips, her lips enveloped my shaft, and I was bottomed out.

She reached back between her legs and alternate between rubbing her clit, to letting her fingers form a ‘v’ and slide aling my shaft, to tickling the underside of my balls.

She then started with the language. “Oh that’s it, fuck my pretty little pussy! God how I love it when you slide your dick into me! I love being your dirty, wicked little girl. Where do you want to cum?” Do you want to cum in my pussy? Do you want to cum on my ass? Do you want to cum in my mouth? Do you want to come on my tits?”

Her choice of language did the trick! After all the teasing and bringing her to three orgasms, I was ready to pop. I pulled out, she quickly spun around, and knelt in front of me. canlı bahis siteleri My dick was soaked and covered in her cream. She grabbed it and started to stroke.

The first blast was by far the most powerful. It shot out and it hit her chin. Her eyes grew big and she had this devilish look in her eyes, but she continued to stroke me. The cum flowed out of me and coated her hand all the while her eyes never left mine. With her hand that wasn’t on my dick, she reached up, swiped the cum from her chin, and sucked it into her mouth.

That devilish smile. “Oh Carlos, I love being your wicked girl!” As soon as she said it, she slid her mouth over the helmet and down the shaft and didn’t stop until her lips where at the base. I could feel my head lodged in her throat. It wasn’t until her eyes started to water that she relented and pulled off my dick.

I thought she was done, but she had other plans as she continued cleaning my dick of our mingled juices until I was spotless. She then crawled up and kissed me passionately. The taste of us was fresh on her lips and tongue.

With her body snuggled up to mine and her head on my chest she stated, “we are so good together. I love you!”

Part 3 coming soon!

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The girls make it back to Colorado, enjoying some solitude after their crazy week in Connecticut.

TAMMY: The blaring sound of ‘Reveille’ jolted us awake at 5:00 AM. I have GOT to talk to Gina about her warped way of waking us up! Although, I do have to admit, it was effective — there’s no way we could have slept through that alarm.

She turned the noise off, and I turned over to kiss her good morning. Smiling, she said, “Yahoo, darlin’, we’re goin’ home!” The wedding, and seeing my hometown again was great, but I’m just as ready as Gina is to get the hell out of here. While we lay there stretching, my phone buzzed with a message from Momma, saying they had just woken up and would meet us down in the café after they showered and dressed.

We got up to pee, brushed our teeth, and got in the shower ourselves. After the shivers that ran through us with the small orgasms brought on by the razor, we scrubbed each other clean. We got dressed, tousling our short hair dry and putting on our ‘travelling’ makeup, then finished packing everything in our suitcase and carry-on duffle bag.

After a last sweep to make sure we had everything, we wheeled our bag to the elevator, and I dumped the empty vape pin in the garbage can in the hallway. Momma and Angie were already in the restaurant, so I turned in our keycards and checked out while Gina wheeled our suitcase and duffle over to the café and left them with the other bags, out of the way but still in our sight. We had our good morning hugs and kisses with the newlyweds, then we all sat down to eat.

GINA: Everybody is really excited — Angie and Keme are going to Florida, and leaving on their cruise tomorrow, and Tammy and I are going home to our own little private nirvana. They’re lucky, since they will get to Florida not long after noon, and will be able to eat then. Tammy and I made sure to eat a big breakfast because we’re going to be going through 2 time zones, and that’s going to screw us up (again) for a couple of days.

We went outside and they brought the rental around. With our bags loaded, we stopped to get some large coffees for the drive and started for Hartford. We’re pretty much on schedule to get to the airport, get checked in, and go through security before we have to hurry up and wait for our flights. The drive didn’t seem that long, since we had a lively conversation going the whole way.

After a stop to fill the car up, we drove to the airport and Tammy turned in the rental. We checked our bags and got our boarding passes, then got in line for security. When that clusterfuck was finished, we went to Keme and Angie’s gate and sat around talking until it was time to board. Telling us they’d call tonight from Florida, we all hugged and kissed good bye, and they were on their way to the Caribbean.

Our gate was a little farther down the concourse, so I started walking in that direction. Tammy grabbed my hand and led me into an airport bar, smiled and said, “Honey, we’ve got some time, and I know how you are on takeoffs, so let’s get a drink before we board.” She’s right, of course — that incident with the crop duster doing a kamikaze dive underneath the power lines when I was a kid is going to haunt me forever, I suppose.

TAMMY: Not really wanting to get my hand crushed this morning, I figured a Bloody Mary would help Gina with her takeoff apprehension. We finished our drinks and got to our gate just as they were starting to board, so we got on the plane and settled in the comfy first-class seats. I know it’s wrong, but I giggled a little when we taxied out on the tarmac and got in line — Gina’s grip on my hand was slowly getting tighter the closer we got to takeoff.

When we blasted down the runway, I had to use both of my hands to hold hers and prevent serious injury to myself. What’s weird is that once we got a couple of thousand feet up, Gina’s nervousness stopped like a switch had been flipped. The flight itself was smooth, and we talked about everything from Momma’s wedding to our own upcoming marriage. The switch was flipped again when we heard and felt the engines start powering down for the descent into Denver.

Gina looked at me apologetically when she gripped my hand again. I smiled and told her not to worry about it. “In fact,” I said, “if you went through this plane, I’d bet there’s a shitload of people even more terrified than you.” We managed to land without flying under any power lines (!), then started the long walk to the other end of the airport to catch our commuter flight to Durango.

There was a short layover before our flight left, but soon enough, we were boarding the turboprop for the final leg of our journey. Other than the death grip of Gina during takeoff and landing, the trip home wasn’t bad, even though it was a little bumpy in a couple of places from turbulence. We grinned broadly at each other illegal bahis when we got off the plane, knowing we’d soon be home.

Our luggage even made it with us, and after we got our bag, we walked out into the main lobby. I called for an Uber while Gina called the security company to tell them we’d be home in about an hour, and she got the code to enter once we arrived. When she finished her call, she told me the security people said there were no problems, and other than the mailman and Tomas’ crew coming to mow and clean the pool, nothing had happened.

GINA: Our ride showed up, and we drove into town, then the final 3 miles to our house. It felt so good when we turned in the drive, and we couldn’t wipe the grins off our faces. After getting our suitcase out, Tammy went to unlock the front door while I paid and tipped the driver. I chuckled to see Tammy was already stripping off her clothes. Following her example, I took my clothes off as well, stretching in the glory of being naked again.

I went to the security console and entered the code, calling the company to verify it and make sure the cameras were off on their end. Tammy had opened the patio doors and turned on the A/C, then we took our luggage and clothes upstairs. We went around opening all the doors in the bedrooms and front hallway, letting the stuffiness out.

Surprisingly, we were both full of energy, even though our brains were still scrambled from the time change. We unpacked, with most of the things going down the laundry chute, then collapsed on OUR bed, making out for a few minutes before going back downstairs. I went out to turn on the hot tub while Tammy stored our suitcase in the basement.

While she went to use the bathroom, I poured us both a large glass of the White Gold wine we’d brought back from Texas, and loaded up the vaporizer. I went out to sit on the deck, laughing when she came out and went to the edge of the deck, yelling a loud “Aaaahhh” before sitting down beside me. She grinned sheepishly and said she was just warming up for later. Chuckling, I said, “Yep, baby, I reckon we’re both gonna be screamin’ tonight, since we ain’t gotta worry ’bout bein’ quiet.”

Sipping our wine, Tammy sent a quick text to Keme, telling them we’d arrived home safely. I fired up the vaporizer and we smoked and drank, enjoying the warm afternoon. The crew had been here this morning, and the smell of fresh cut grass mingled with the fresh mountain air. We relaxed, glad to be home after the crazy week we’d had. A text came in from Keme, saying they were glad we’d made it, and that they were in Miami and giddy about leaving on their cruise tomorrow. She said they’d call us around 6:00 (our time), adding that she knew we’d probably be going to bed early because of the time change.

Tammy laughed, and said Keme was partly right, at least, although she didn’t think we’d be going to sleep very early. Hearing her say that made my pussy tingle, and from the way she squirmed a little, I could tell she was as horny as I was. To take our minds off of what was to come (pun intended), I stood up and took her hand, leading her out to the pool. We both jumped in, gasping at the shock of the cool water, then stood in the water kissing while our bodies adjusted.

TAMMY: A few laps of the pool helped to settle us down somewhat, then we got out to lay in the lounge chairs and let the brilliant sunshine dry us. I sighed “Oh, darling, I missed this so much. Being naked with you in our home has to be one of the best things in the world.” Sufficiently dried, I led her back to the deck and we smoothed some of the lavender/peppermint lotion over each other’s body, being careful not to arouse ourselves too much before we had supper and the phone call.

I refilled our glasses, and we went back out on the deck. The weather in Connecticut had been about the same as here, but it was so much quieter and peaceful in our haven. Gina felt it too, and she said, “Love, doncha think this beats th’ hell outta all that hustle and bustle o’ Foxwoods?” I smiled and agreed, telling her I felt like Dorothy after she clicked her heels together in Oz…There was certainly no place like home.

We purposely hadn’t eaten since breakfast, wanting to get our ‘normal’ schedule back on track, so by around 4:00, hunger pangs were starting to set in. We’ll need to go shopping tomorrow, to restock on the stuff we got rid of before we left, so we decided to order in a pizza tonight. At 4:30, Gina called in our order and I went upstairs to close all of the open doors, to let the A/C cool the house now that it had aired out some.

The security console buzzing alerted us to the food coming, so Gina put on the shorts and T shirt we kept downstairs to go pay the driver while I set out some plates and got us some more wine. We demolished the pizza, then went back out to the deck to wait on our call with Momma and illegal bahis siteleri Angie. Since it’s just going to be on the phone instead of a video call, there was no need for us to get dressed. I sat on Gina’s lap, and we kissed and fondled each other until my phone buzzed.

I answered, and from the tone of Momma’s voice, it sounded like they had already started their honeymoon in style. When I asked, she said that they had been out, having ‘a couple’ of drinks this evening with their dinner. She said, “Well, what did you think, little one, that we were just a couple of old fogeys who’d forgotten how to have fun?” We laughed, and I told them not to get too carried away, or else they’d miss the boat tomorrow.

Then Angie came on, saying “Hey, girls, we need you to settle something for us. Keme said that you two were probably running around naked already, but I said I thought you two were both going to be too tired for any shenanigans.” We looked at each other, and kind of giggled, and Gina said, “Why, Keme, I’m shocked. What, did you think we stripped off our clothes as soon as we walked in the house, and I was sitting here with your naked daughter in my lap or something?” Momma said, “Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought!”

GINA: Hearing Keme say that broke our laughter loose, and we laughed even harder when Angie said, “Well, shit, Keme, I guess the guilty dog DOES always bark first.” It took a minute for us to calm down, then Tammy said, “Don’t worry, you two, we’re not doing anything that y’all haven’t done.” Keme piped in “Ohmygod, we’d better call 911 then!” That set off another round of laughter, from both ends of the line.

When the hilarity ran down, we talked for a few more minutes. Since we’d seen them every day for the past few days, there wasn’t any news to exchange, and Keme said they were going to go to sleep in a little while, so they could be ready to get on the ship tomorrow morning. Tammy told them to text or call if something came up, but otherwise to “turn your phones off and just go have a blast.” They promised they would, then we said our good-byes and ended the call.

I kissed Tammy and said, “Y’know, m’dear, I think your Momma and Angie believe we’re just a couple of perverts.” She waggled her eyebrows at me, and said, “Well, I suppose we’re just going to have to go and live up to the reputation, then.” Giggling, she stood up, and pulled me up. We finished our wine, then headed up to our bedroom.

I got a couple of towels while Tammy pulled down the duvet, and we sprawled on the bed, kissing until she broke loose and slid the toy box out from under the bed. Getting the feeldoe and a bottle of lube, she grinned and asked me if I wanted to be the fucker or fuckee. When I said it didn’t matter, because both ends were pleasurable, she slathered up the short end with lube, then pushed me down on my back and spread some lube in and around my blossoming cunt lips. She began inching the dildo into me, and I sighed with the feeling of fullness once it was fully inserted.

Greasing up the other end and her own pussy, she straddled me and her eyes closed in joy as she began impaling herself. When the dick was about halfway in, she suddenly dropped down, squealing when the shaft was forced into her pinkness. She opened her eyes to look into mine, crying out “Oh, honey, that feels SO nice.”

We stayed motionless for a few moments until I reached down and turned the vibrator on to the medium setting. With the toy still deeply embedded, I gasped when she started moving her hips in a circular motion, letting the faux dick explore our depths. She leaned down to kiss me, then sat up on her knees to slowly slide the plastic almost completely out before slamming herself back down. Every movement she made caused the toy inside me to move as well, and we were both moaning out loud, not having to muffle ourselves anymore. Tammy bent over, supporting herself on her elbows, and slowly started fucking herself. Each time she pushed her hips down, the nubs at the base ground into our clits, bringing out more moans. With a final hard push, she yelled “Baby, I’m gonna cummmm…” her voice trailing off as the orgasm released its fury in her. My own volcano erupted, and I screamed “Yes, yes, YES, YEESSS” as my body was overcome by ecstasy.

Still firmly held together by the toy, her mouth found mine and we kissed frantically. She kissed the tip of my nose, then my eyes, before moving to the side to nuzzle my neck. I used the opportunity to do the same, kissing her neck and the spot behind her earlobe that drives her crazy. Our cries rang out while the relentless vibrations pounded away against our clits and inside our slick pussies.

Without breaking the connection between our crotches and our mouths, I rolled her over and started fucking her. I was grunting each time I plunged down, trying to push the dildo deeper and deeper with each stroke. Both sets of eyes canlı bahis siteleri glazed over as we fucked, driven by lust as the climax continued in our guts. I screamed again as a massive shudder ran through me, my second release triggering Tammy’s, and I collapsed, both of us panting at the ferocity of the tremors that ran rampant from our heads to our toes.

TAMMY: I turned the pulsing penis off, leaving us still joined together in bliss while we kissed. When the sensations started ebbing away, I broke the kiss long enough to whisper “Now THAT’S what I’m talking about! Baby, I love you so very much.” We continued kissing until we finally reconnected with the earth after our trip to the stratosphere. Gina raised up on her knees and slid the feeldoe out of my cavern, leaving me empty but still feeling filled with her love. She eased the toy out of her own dripping cunt, dropping it on the towels we were on before lying back on top of me for more kisses.

Still basking in the afterglow, we were finally able to stand up. I tossed the soiled towels down the laundry chute, and Gina washed our little friend off and put it back in the toy box. With our arms around each other for support, we carefully went downstairs to soak in the hot tub and wash away the sweat and bodily fluids before going to bed. I poured us some wine, and Gina loaded up the vaporizer before we got in the water, making sure to keep the jets from blasting our still tender pussies.

If our intense fucking hadn’t gotten rid of most of the tension from our day, the weed, wine, and warm water succeeded in removing the rest of it. We sat on the deck to air dry for a few minutes, finishing our wine before making our way back up to the bedroom. Although it was only around 8:30, our minds were telling us it was still Eastern time, 2 hours later.

A quick pee and brush of the teeth, and we were back in bed, except now the only thoughts we had were of sleep. We laid there in the dim light, looking into each other’s eyes and kissed good night. Gina’s arm was over my shoulder and she lightly raked her fingernails along my spine while my arm was over her waist, doing the same to her back. Our eyes closed as we enjoyed the feeling, and I found myself giving in to a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

* * * * *

TAMMY: The cool satin sheets and Gina’s warm body pressed against mine greeted me when I woke up. Looking out of the open French door, it was still dark but I could see the light blue starting to appear over the mountains in the East. Apparently, I’d rolled over (or had been rolled over) during the night, because I know I went to sleep facing Gina. I’m not complaining, though! I savored her skin on mine and the warm breath that tickled the hairs on my neck.

Even though I know it will take us a couple of days to readjust, waking up at 5:00 AM like this is good. That’s what time we usually have been getting up to do our exercises or runs. Of course, I’m sure going to bed early after being thoroughly fucked last night helped me wake up in the pre-dawn hours!

The urge to pee forced me to leave this marvelous place. I got out of bed carefully, not waking Gina, and went to pee and brush my teeth. Despite the pounding it took, I was pleased to see that my pussy didn’t look (or feel) like ground beef this morning! I went down and made a mug of coffee, then sat out on the deck to watch the light chase the darkness away.

I must have hypnotized myself looking out at the mountains, and I jumped a little when 2 hands suddenly appeared on my tits, squeezing them before Gina’s face appeared in front of mine. She smiled and kissed me, before getting her coffee from the island counter and sitting next to me outside. Giggling, she said, “Honey, when I came down, ya was sittin’ here, one hand on yer mug but not movin’. I even made my coffee, and saw ya still ain’t moved, like ya was in a trance or somethin’.”

Grinning, I told her I was just having a sensory overload of happy. I leaned over and kissed her again, then got up to make myself a fresh mug of brew. While waiting on the coffee, I went out and got the mail that had accumulated during the past few days. Besides a couple of bills, most of it was junk, except for a manila envelope addressed to Gina, from Jerry, her lawyer,

I gave her the envelope, watching her face as she opened it. There was a page from the Lubbock newspaper, along with a letter from Jerry. A huge smile came over her face when she read the letter, and spread the paper on the table so we both could see it. The story headline was circled in red, saying “Area Men Indicted”, and the story was about Jack Carter and his son Steve being charged with tax fraud, harboring illegal aliens, obstruction of justice and a whole slew of other charges.

Gina was laughing so hard tears came to her eyes, and she said, “Ohmygod, this is too much! These assholes are finally getting’ what they deserve! Shit, ’bout goddamn time!” I was laughing along with her, even though I really didn’t know the men. I DID know Steve was a scumbag, and I’ll bet the whole town is overjoyed that their little empire just fell apart.

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Stephanie was always at the coffee shop whenever I went there. Her pretty smile and warm eyes always caught me off-guard when I would order my coffee. She was quite literally the hottest barista I had ever seen. She had to be in her mid-20s and was short with curly black hair that she tied up in a bun. She wore large hoop earrings and had a gold stud in her left nostril. She was also curvy with nice full breasts and a plump ass.

I would usually take my drink and work at one of the tables for a few hours. Grad school had been kicking my ass and the coffee shop had become a place that I looked forward to each day. I would find myself looking up at Stephanie as I worked on my research project. She would greet each customer with a smile and cheery voice. Sometimes, our eyes would meet and she would give me a warm smile and I would smile back.

I wondered if she had a boyfriend or girlfriend and if the lucky person was satisfying Stephanie as much as I wanted to. I would think about all the wonderful things I would do to her body especially that ass of hers. Many times, I would sit in the coffee shop with a raging boner that would only deflate when I returned to my research project.

One day, I decided to ask Stephanie out. “How’s your day going?” I asked her as I waited for her to finish making my coffee.

“It’s going well. How about yourself?”

“Good. Just been busy with school and truly illegal bahis need a break,” I said.

“Oh, where do you go to school?” she asked me.

I told her what school I was going to as well as my major. She was intrigued by it and asked me several more questions about my dreaded research project. I then decided to pop the big or somewhat big question.

“What are you doing after your shift? Would you like to grab a drink? Not coffee of course,” I said with my best charming smile that I could muster.

She laughed at that. “God, no more coffee! But, yes I would love to get a drink. I get off at 6,” she said.

“Ok, I can pick you up when you get off.”

“That sounds good,” she said with that same irresistible smile.

“Ok, I’ll see you later,” I said as I got my coffee.

I had to go to class that day and my impatience with my professor was bigger than usual. His slow way of speaking was driving me crazy and I desperately wanted the class to end. As soon as he dismissed the class, I was the first out. It was already dark as I rushed to my car. I checked my watch and saw that it was 5:30. I drove to the coffee shop and parked. I could see Stephanie and another co-worker closing up the store. Once she was done, I waved to her from my car and she walked over and got in.

We chatted for a while as I drove to one of my favorite bars in the area. When we entered the bar, we illegal bahis siteleri saw that there weren’t that many people. Happy hour had just started and I ordered us both some drinks. Stephanie chose a cocktail and I got my trademark, Heineken. We spent the next few hours talking and drinking. I discovered so much about Stephanie like her favorite music genre, books she was currently reading, and also that she was single. We were both quite tipsy and decided to head out as the bar was closing up. I was surprised at how fast the time went and did not want the night to end.

After paying for the drinks, we walked back to my car. “What’s your–” I had managed to say when Stephanie pulled my head towards hers and gave me a deep long kiss. I kissed her back after the initial surprise of it. Her hands encircled my head and pulled me deeper into the kiss. After a moment, we broke the kiss.

“Get in the back seat,” she said with a sly smile on her face. I looked at her in amazement and then climbed into the back seat. She followed behind me and mounted me with her ass in my lap. We started to kiss and my hands moved instantly to her ass where I cupped both cheeks. She took off her top and I kissed both of her breasts as she unclasped her bra. To say that my cock was hard is an understatement as it fought with my jeans to be let out.

She took off her bra and her breasts spilled out. I took each nipple canlı bahis siteleri and sucked on them. She then moved to the side and began to take off my pants. My cock popped out as she pulled my pants and underwear down.

“Wow. You are quite big,” she said. She gently grabbed my cock and started to suck it. I moaned as her head bobbed up and down. Her tongue glided all over my cock from the tip to the shaft. I watched her as she looked up at me.

“You like that?” she asked me with a smile.

I nodded as I could barely speak through the pleasure. She took all of me in her mouth and proceeded to deepthroat me. I moaned and clenched the car seats from the pleasure. She then rose up and pulled down her own pants and underwear and climbed on top of me. She moaned as my cock slid into her already wet pussy. I cupped her asscheeks as she began to ride me. Her mouth covered mine as she hungrily kissed me.

She increased the speed as her ass bounced on my throbbing cock. I took one of her breasts into my mouth and sucked on the hard nipple. I knew that I was going to cum soon but wanted to enjoy this as long as possible. I squeezed her asscheeks as she moaned above me. She looked down at me as she rode me.

I felt my orgasm coming so I gripped her wonderful ass and buried my face in her breasts. I cried out as I came. My body shuddered as I emptied myself in her. She continued to ride me as I came. When my orgasm finally ended, I raised my head and looked up at her with a big smile on my face. She was smiling back at me.

“Well, that was fucking amazing,” I said. Stephanie laughed then grabbed my head and began to kiss me again.

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Dinner Party

Friday night, I came home late from a long week of work.

Amy greeted me at the door with a kiss and a glass of Tequila.

“I am so looking forward to doing nothing all weekend except going for a nice long mountain bike ride tomorrow,” I said as I settled into my favorite chair.

“Babe, we have that dinner party tomorrow night with my friends from the spin class, remember?” Amy said.

Smiling and trying not to show how that was the last thing in the world I wanted to do this weekend, I said, “Oh, yeah, I guess I will go for a ride on Sunday instead.”

Saturday morning, Amy woke me up by gliding my morning wood up into her hot pussy. I do love my sexy wife. Her sex drive has no off setting; it is either go or go harder.

She proceeded to fuck me silly, kissed me, and told me to keep sleeping. She was going to start straightening up the house. I knew she was nervous about having all her workout girlfriends over for dinner. I tried to fall back to sleep, but it was no use, so I got up.

I headed downstairs to find Amy frantically cleaning and straightening up the house.

When Amy saw me, she said, “Babe, help me put another leaf on the table.”

Confused, I said, “Another leaf? The six of you will fit around the table without another leaf.”

“John, it’s not just the ladies; their husbands and boyfriends are coming too,” Amy said.

“What? You didn’t tell me they were bringing their husbands. Great, so I have to spend the night entertaining five guys I don’t know while you ladies go on and on.” I said in a frustrated tone.

“Honey, I promise I will make it up to you,” Amy said.

“Ok, I will hold you to that. So do I have to prepare six different meals for these ladies? Safe to assume none of them are meat-eaters,” I asked.

“Why don’t you do ribs for you men and some salmon for the ladies. Oh, and some veggie pasta; Kristy is a vegetarian,” Amy said.

“Any other request for the hired help?” I asked.

“Well, you could fuck me again right now if you want?” Amy said as she bent over the table and lifted her skirt.

Even as cranky as I was about having to cook and entertain a bunch of strangers tonight, I wasn’t about to pass up my wife offering up her pussy.

I fucked her fairly aggressively as she hung onto the table, still a bit perturbed about the dinner party.

When we finished, Amy smiled at me and said, “tonight, when one of the ladies is sitting right here, you can think about how you had your fat cock buried in my cunt and fucked me good and hard.”

I thought, Amy just said “cunt” she only uses that word when she is super horny. Was tonight something more than her and a group of her spin workout girlfriends getting together?

Amy said, “Babe, you will have fun tonight, you know Lisa and her husband Isaac and I will make sure Cara sits next to you.”

While I hadn’t ever met all the women, I have seen them at the gym on occasion. All of the ladies are above average in looks, with Cara taking the lead in looks; she is drop-dead gorgeous. Cara is a tall, lean Irish woman with long Auburn hair and steely blue eyes. I have seen her husband Alex at the gym, too; both are in their late twenties or early thirties.

Lisa is a petite black woman with large breasts; I know why Amy friended Lisa. Amy is attracted to petite brunette women. Black or Hispanic women being her favorite. I was surprised when Amy told me Lisa was in her fifties; I would have sworn she was in her late thirties or early forties. It is no surprise she was married to a younger man.

I said, “I don’t know about sitting next to Cara, a babe. I find myself tongued tied when I see her. She is so beautiful it is hard to look at her directly.”

Amy, laughing, said, “I know the feeling, several of the women in the group have said the same thing. I find myself not listening to her when she talks; I am so engrossed in her beauty. It’s not fair how beautiful Cara is. At least she is one of the sweetest, most down to earth people I know. I honestly don’t think she knows what knockout she is.”

I said, “Yeah, add in the hot Irish accent of hers, and I am lost.”

“So maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all then, right?” Amy said as she went back to her frantic cleaning and straightening up of the house.

I said, “Ok, whatever I can do to make my beautiful wife happy. Refresh my memory of the other ladies again.”

“You know Lisa and her husband, Isaac. I think you met Maria at the block party a couple of years ago. They lived down the street before they moved to the other side of the neighborhood.” Amy said.

“Oh yeah, Maria, hot little Latina. The spin classes are definitely working for her figure. Hubba hubba.” I said.

Amy, giggling, said, “yeah, I always make sure my bike is right behind hers. She has the most beautiful ass and her tits. Her breasts aren’t big, but there is something about them that turns me on. Dark brown nipples with tiny areolas. Oh my god. I would love to get my hands illegal bahis on them; you should see them.”

“You have seen them?” I said, with a bit too much excitement in my voice.

“Yes, she is one of the few women at the gym that showers there and walks around naked in the locker room, her and Lisa both. Lisa has a beautiful body, too, so yummy,” Amy said.

My cock was tingling listening to Amy describe these women.

Amy went on, “I always make sure my bike is right behind Maria’s. Her perfect heart-shaped ass inspires me to keep going, and then Cara is to my right so I can smell her sweat. She drips with pheromones that keep me inspired. Then Lisa is to my left, and we encourage each other verbally.”

“You have it all set up, don’t you? What about the other ladies? What are their names again?” I asked

“Oh yeah, there is hell to pay if a new person tries to take one of our spots. Barbara and Kristy are the other two ladies. Kristy is very quiet, and I have never seen her go in the locker room, which isn’t all that strange. Women don’t use the locker room as you men do. You men walk around naked with your dicks swinging everywhere,” Amy said.

“Now, how do you know what goes on in the men’s locker room, young lady?” I said.

Laughing, Amy said, “well, I imagine that’s what you do. I mean, when we go to Desire, all the men go completely naked while the women tend to either go just topless with only a few going fully nude all day.”

Smiling at Amy, I said, “well, so that you know, you are right. Men tend to walk around the locker room naked. So what’s the deal with Barbara and Kristy?”

“You will like Barbara; she is Italian, like you. She is a foodie; I can tell by the way she talks about food. I think she grew up on a farm. I don’t think I have ever seen her wear makeup, just natural beauty, girl next door look. She has a great sense of humor when you get to know her,” Amy said.

Amy went on, “If I had to pick one of these women and only one to be friends with, I would probably pick Kristy.”

“Really? Not Maria, Lisa, or Cara?” I asked.

“If you’re asking me which ladies I would like to get naked with, yes, those three, but outside the bedroom, definitely Kristy. Kristy and I connected, from the moment I met her, I felt like I have known her all my life. Plus, I wish I had her body, and I am sure you will wish too when you see her tonight,” Amy said.

I smacked Amy on her ass and said, “I doubt that babe, your body is more than I can handle.”

“Yeah, right, as long as Jacky isn’t around, you mean,” Amy said.

Jacky is married to Jack, and they are our closest friends of 15 years. A little over two years ago, they became friends with benefits, but that is a different story.

“So, what about their husbands? What do you know about them? Don’t even try to say you don’t know; you women love to talk about your men, good and bad,” I said with a smirk.

“Well, honestly, I don’t know much about the other ladies’ husbands. You know Lisa’s husband, Isaac. He is younger and played college baseball, so you two can talk to him about that. Cara’s husband is just as gorgeous as her, which I would expect. Pretty sure he is a veterinarian. I think she said he is older than her. You know Maria’s husband, Javier. I have seen you two talking at the gym when you work out.” Amy said.

“Javier is Maria’s husband? Funny, I never put two and two together to equal Javier was married to a smoking hot Latina wife. From what he says, she has hot Latin blood.” I said.

“What does that mean?” Amy asked.

Laughing, I said, “just that it sounds like she could give you a run for your money in the sex drive department. So, what about the other guys?”

Amy gave me a questioning look with the sex drive comment but went on with, “Barbara’s husband Cris, spelled Cris, which she likes to say all the time as he is very particular in making sure people know how he spells his name. He is in Tech, but I don’t know which field of Tech he specializes in. I hope he is not a nerd for all our sakes. Kristy just started dating Jason, so they are not married. She had a very rough divorce, and she says he is an amazing lover. It is good to see her so happy.”

“Well, I will be sure to ask Jason for some pointers,” I said sarcastically.

“Babe, you don’t need any pointers; you rock my soul when you make love to me,” Amy said as she jumped into my arms and hugged me.

Changing the subject, I said, “I better get to the store; what time is everybody due?”

“I told them 1800, so we shouldn’t be too late at night, and you can still get in a bike ride tomorrow. Get something for dessert, babe, but keep it light otherwise, they will all want to go to the 0600 spin class tomorrow, maybe just some fresh fruit,” Amy said.

At 1700 Amy came into the kitchen and said, “Babe, they will be here in an hour; you better go shower.”

Time had slipped away from me as I prepared dinner. For all of Amy’s traits that caused me to fall in love with illegal bahis siteleri her from that first day back in elementary school, cooking was a trait she never learned or even attempted to learn. I don’t mind, though; she does let me have sex with other women after all.

I got out of the shower and started to get dressed.

As I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and Amy said, “Why are you putting those on? You usually go commando on the weekends.”

“Well, I was planning on wearing my baggy cotton pants, and I didn’t want my cock swinging around in front of your girlfriends,” I said.

“Oh, don’t be silly babe, be comfortable, besides, nothing wrong with giving the ladies a treat. Now take those off, if not for them, at least for me,” Amy said.

At the time, I didn’t think anything of it as I do prefer going commando whenever possible. I am almost always commando on the weekend, if not naked when possible.

I had just finished getting dressed. It was 1545 when the doorbell rang. Amy was still doing her hair, and she asked me to please get the door.

Great, I thought as I headed downstairs. I have to greet these people I don’t know and then host them until Amy came downstairs. UGH.

As I opened the door, I hoped it was Lisa and Isaac since I knew them or at least Maria and Javier. No such luck; it wasn’t either.

Having no idea if this was Barbara or Kristy, I stuck my hand out and said, “Hello, I am John, I am Amy’s hired help, and I will be serving you dinner tonight.”

Kristy laughed and said, “Hello John, I am Kristy, and this is Jason; thank you so much for opening your home for a bunch of crazy women. It is so nice to meet you finally; Amy gushes about what an amazing man she has for a husband.”

I could feel my face flush. When Amy told me about how close she was to Kristy, she left out how attractive Kristy is; well, to me, she is anyway. I can see why Amy didn’t mention Kristy’s figure. Kristy is tall and slender with small perky breasts, a complete opposite of Amy’s type, but not mine.

I extended my hand to Kristy, expecting a handshake, but she stepped into me and kissed me square on the mouth and then whispered in my ear, “and you’re even more handsome than Amy said.”

Caught off guard, I was stunned for a moment.

Jason smiled at me and said, “nice to meet you, John; not sure how us guys got roped into this, but I hear you are an amazing cook, and I like to eat.”

Laughing, I said, “Oh, I know exactly how we got roped into this; her name is Amy.”

Jason laughed, and I thought, ok, he seems like a nice guy and, just like me, would rather be somewhere else during this hen party.

I closed the door and escorted Kristy and Jason into the living room, offering to get them a drink.

Before they could answer, the doorbell chimed again. Amy was still upstairs, getting dressed.

I answered the door again to find Maria, Javier, Lisa, and Isaac standing there.

“Hello, John,” Lisa said. “You remember my husband, Isaac.”

Then Lisa stepped into me, and she too kissed me on the mouth. My head was spinning; what the hell is going on here.

Stunned once again, Isaac said hello and shook my hand.

Then Maria stepped into the house and said, “Hello John, I am Maria, and this is Javier; I believe you two know each other from the gym.”

Maria followed suit with Lisa and Kristy, kissing me on the mouth. I was totally flustered now, which doesn’t usually happen when a beautiful lady kisses me. Maria lingered when she kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm, and she smelled fantastic. I felt my cock tingle and a rush of blood pulse through cock when she broke off the kiss.

Javier said, “Hello, John, how are you? I didn’t realize until just now who you were. Maria kept saying I knew you, but I couldn’t place you.”

I escorted the four of them into the living room and set about getting everybody drinks. I was now sporting a chubby and after these three beautiful women’s kisses. My mind was spinning; what were they up to?

Amy came downstairs finally and started saying hello to all her guests and getting introduced to their husbands. I noticed as Amy got introduced to one of the women’s husbands, she too kissed them on the mouth. All the women, as they got introduced to a husband, kissed him on the mouth. My head was spinning now as I tried to figure out what this was all about. The doorbell chimed again, and Amy asked me if I would get it for her.

Slightly perturbed, I went to the door and opened it to find Cara. I felt like a fool as I stood there, staring at her and unable to talk. Her deep blues locked on me, and I couldn’t move.

In her Irish accent, she said, “Hello John, I am Cara, you probably don’t remember me, we have chatted several times at the gym, and you have helped me with the weight machines. Alex, this is John, Amy’s husband; thank you so much for having us tonight. Amy says you are a wonderful cook, and we are so excited to be included with this group.”

“So canlı bahis siteleri nice to see you with your clothes on. I mean, dressed up, not in your gym clothes, not that you don’t look amazing in your gym clothes. It is my pleasure to have all you lovely ladies here tonight.” I could feel my face turning red as I stumbled over my greeting.

Cara followed suit of the other ladies, and she stepped into me and kissed me on my mouth, and let out a little purr as she broke off the kiss. There was no hiding it now; my cock was on its way to a full-blown chubby.

Just then, Amy walked up and saved me.

Amy said, “Hello, Cara, don’t you look as gorgeous as ever, and you must be Alex.” Amy kissed Cara and then planted a long, firm kiss on Alex’s lips.

Barbara and Cris walked up just as Cara and Alex entered the house.

Amy seeing them, said, “Hello, Barb, and this must be Cris. Nice to meet you, Cris. Barb, this is my husband, John.”

Barbara didn’t hesitate; she walked up to me and kissed me on the mouth and then said, “John, this is Cris.”

I turned to see Amy was doing the same to Cris, a full-on mouth kiss on the lips.

Cris said, “Hello, John, nice to meet you; Cris, spelled C R I S not C H R I S.

Still shocked from another one of these women kissing me on the mouth, It took everything I had not to laugh out loud when Cris spelled his name out.

Still slightly stunned, I stood in the hallway as Amy escorted the last of spin girls and their husbands to the living room.

I watched again as the women were introduced to the husbands proceed to exchange kisses on their mouths.

I got to the living room and was feeling self-conscious about the chubby I was sporting. I was positive a couple of the women in the room noticed my situation.

Lisa said, “Amy, are you going to let the boys in on our little prank or keep them tongued tied all night?”

I looked at Amy, and she had a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

Cara said, “Oh, Amy, you are so mean. John, when Amy planned this dinner party, Amy knew you men would be less than excited to host a hen party, let alone, including our husbands. So she told us when we got here we should all kiss you, men, straight on the lips and not to hesitate.”

I looked at Amy, who was now laughing out loud.

Realizing Amy’s joke, I said, “Well, that was an ice breaker, that’s for sure. I thought I was going crazy.”

Lisa said, “Amy, you are a lucky lady. John, you are a wonderful kisser, even for the short little kiss I got.”

Kristy said, “I second that.” Then turning to Jason and saying, “Honey, your kisses are still my favorite.”

Jason, laughing, said, “good recovery, my love.”

With the ice fully broken now, the party was off and running. Drinks were flowing, and I don’t know why I was surprised at how fun these women were. I should have known better that Amy wouldn’t friend a bunch of snits. These women were not only gorgeous, but they were wild and fun. My hesitation to the dinner party was that I expected the ladies to pair up together and leave us, men, to entertain ourselves.

Amy asked all the ladies how each of them met the man in their life.

According to Amy, Kristy, the supposedly quiet one, jumped right in and told everybody how she and Jason met online. Kristy said with a very matter of fact tone that she was planning on getting laid that night whether she ever saw him again or not.

I about spit out my drink when she said that.

Kristy went on and said, “well, he did send me a dick picture, so I wasn’t flying blind.”

That caused the room to erupt in laughter, and Alex said, “Remind me not to stand next to you at the urinal, Jason.”

Cara bunched Alex in the arm and said, “You have nothing to worry about in that department, babe.”

I was shocked, and I looked at Amy. She gave me a wink and a smile.

Sensing a lull in the party, I said, “who’s ready to eat? Why doesn’t everybody get seated, and I will bring out dinner.”

Barbara jumped up and said, “John, can I help you in the kitchen? Amy has made it clear the kitchen is the one room in the house she avoids.”

“That’s ok, Barbara, you’re a guest,” I said. Thinking, it usually takes longer to explain to someone how to help than just do it myself.

“Don’t be silly,” Barbara said as she followed me into the kitchen. I was surprised at how quickly she found her way around our kitchen. I didn’t have to explain anything to Barbara. She knew exactly how to help without having to ask, only pausing once to ask where to find a platter for the salmon.

Barbara and I brought the food out to the table, and Lisa said, “John, I saved you a spot right here, between Cara and myself.”

Smiling, I said, “this isn’t another one of your lady’s pranks, is it?”

Amy said, “Nope, my pranks are over for the night.”

“Cara and Jason, the pasta is vegetarian, and I didn’t put any cheese in it, in case you are vegan as well,” I said.

Care smiled at me with her deep blue eyes, and I melted.

“Oh John, that is so sweet of you. Thank you. You’re not only handsome, but you’re also so sweet,” Cara said.

I felt my face flush as I sat down between these two beautiful ladies.

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I knew that Ray thought Kristy was sexy but when he told me he’d pay for a smell of her panties, my jaw nearly hit the ground.

For the past year or so we got together every Saturday afternoon for a beer on his back patio while Kristy had coffee with her palls. Ray was 30 years older than us, in his 70’s and I knew he could be a bit of a perv. He’d made all sorts of comments about my wife’s body and what a hottie he thought she was. It seemed whenever she was out back, sunbathing in a bikini, he found reason to come over. There was always a tool he needed to borrow, but I think the tool he wanted to use the most was in his pants.

Since our kids had left home for college, it seemed that Kristy had rediscovered her body and her clothing had gotten a bit sexier and bikinis a bit smaller. She had even gotten one bikini that she especially like to sunbath in because it left such small lines. She had even taken to trimming her usually thick bush so that it wouldn’t stick out the sides. The suit was a Wicked Weasel suit that barely covered anything.

The first time Ray came over and she was laying out back in that suit, I thought he’d have a stroke. Come to think about it, I bet he did have a stroke when he got home. She might have well have been nude when wearing that suit. The top couldn’t contain her 34dd. The front just covered her areolas, but her nipples stuck through like gumdrops. The crotch sunk into her trimmed pussy. And, if she was on her front, the bikini wedges between each of her ample mom buns. Ray always seemed to know when she was wearing that suit.

Kristy and I were able to make ends meet but not much more and Ray knew that. With the mortgage, car payments, and college tuition, room and board, there wasn’t much left for extras. Maybe that is why he made the offer that Saturday. I had no idea just how far that offer would go.

We were sitting there chatting as usually about his favorite topic, Kristy. I had just taken a swig of my beer when he said, “I’d give you ten bucks for a smell of her panties, used of course.” I coughed and beer came out my nose.

When I regained my breath I replied, “You can’t be serious.” He just reached in his wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill, setting it on the table.

“You go get the panties she wore yesterday and the ten is yours.” Ray said.

I should have known better than to call his bluff, but I got up, went next door to my house and grabbed the lavender bikini bottom panties she had just put in the hamper. As I left my front door, I balled the panties up in my hand, suddenly feeling guilty. I walked back to Ray’s with my head down and those panties balled as small as I could. I was sure someone was going to see me, but no one did.

When I returned to Ray’s, he had another cold beer waiting for me. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this, but I put the panties on the table next to the ten dollar bill. He smiled and I quickly looked down to avoid his eye contact. “Take the ten,” he said. “If these smell as good as I’ve imagined they would, there will be a lot more coming your way.” He picked up the panties.

I lifted my head to look his way when I heard a loud sniffing sound. maltepe escort Ray had the front of the panties held against his nose, inhaling deeply. I was shocked. I knew that her panties smelled wonderful, I’d smelled them on an occasion or two, but it was as if he wanted to sniff all the smell from them. It was then I saw his tongue extend, licking the crotch. His right hand came down to rub his cock through his khakis. He opened his eyes and looked directly at me. Without realizing it, I was stroking my cock. too. I was aroused, knowing my 44 year old wife’s smell was getting Ray off.

I immediately removed my hand and sat down. I took a drink of my beer as Ray took one more sniff and set Kristy’s panties on the table. “She has the aroma of a goddess,” he said as he continued to rub his cock. I could see it had stiffened.

“How much would you charge me to rent the panties she is wearing today?” he asked. “You know I’ve jacked off thinking about her and I’d love to do it while smelling her panties.”

I didn’t know what to say. She was wearing a pink polka-dotted thong today. I’d seen it when she put it on. “What would you pay?” I asked.

He brought her lavender bikini back to his mouth, stuck the crotch area on his tongue, and sucked in, as if trying to pull any juices from the gusset of the panties. “Would $20 be enough to rent them overnight? I can almost taste her on these, mmmm.”

“Yes,” I choked. “I will bring them over as soon as she puts them down the laundry shoot.”

“If you get them good and soaked, I’ll pay extra.” Ray said. “Try to finger her or rub her pussy with her wearing them. You’ll get even more is I can tell she has cum wearing them.”

“Oh, god, I’ll bring them as soon as I can.” I raced home with an erection so big it hurt. I thought about jacking off, but I was hoping I would get to make love to Kristy. Sometimes she comes home a bit tipsy from her girls’ meets. I hoped today was one of them.

Two hours late the front door opened and Kristy walked in. She wasn’t drunk, but I could tell she had a couple drinks. “Come here,” I said. She walked towards me and I took her into my arms. I gave her a big kiss, my tongue dueling hers.

“What’s gotten into you?” she asked.

“Nothing. I’ve just missed you all day. Ray and I had a couple drinks and he was talking about how hot you are. How lucky I am.” I told her.

“He did?” she questioned.

“Yes, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how taken he is by your body. He thinks you’re very sexy.”

“Oh my, what all did he say?”

“Are you sure you want to know?” I asked and she nodded. “OK, but I want you to come with me. Let’s go and lay on the bed. I know I’m going to be turned on telling you.” I could see her nipples showing through the sundress she was wearing. It was getting her hot, too.

As we lay on the bed, I told her some things he had told me in the past and some things I knew to be true, but I didn’t mention the panties. I told her how he loved to see her sunbathing in the backyard. He especially liked her Wicked Weasel suit. I told her he could imagine her naked because the way it formed to her body. How her nipples were visibly sticking out. How the bottom slid between her vulva and formed to her lips.

All the while I was telling her, I was touching her body. I rolled her nipples through her escort maltepe sundress and bra. I pinched her nipples when I told her about how he could see her nipples. I ran my hand up her legs to her vulva as I told her how the suit formed to her lips. I could feel she was wet.

I traced my fingers up and down her lips and she moaned. I told her I was sure he had jacked off thinking about her and she moaned again.

“This is turning you on isn’t it? You like the idea of our old neighbor stroking to you, don’t you? I should probably stop.” I told her.

“No, please, keep playing with me, tell me more.” She replied. She spread her legs and asked me to take off her panties.

“No,” I told her, “One of the things he mentioned was how hot it would be to try to make you cum through your panties.”

“He did not!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, but he did,” I told her. “He said he wanted to run his fingers up and down your pussy lips, just like I’m doing. He’d tease your clit through your panties and finger you by pushing them inside when you became wet enough.”

She let out a load moan and pushed her hips towards my hand. At the same time I pushed my finger into the fabric, pushing it between her lips and into her vagina. She was as wet as I’d ever seen her. Her hips kept undulating, her eyes rolled back, and she came. Not only were the panties wet, but so was her sundress and the bedspread.

She lay there panting for several minutes, then reached over, undid my belt and took my hard cock into her mouth. Needless to say, I didn’t last long either before I came, shooting rope after rope of my cum into her mouth.

Now it was my turn to pant. As I lay there, she got up, stripped off her clothes and told me she was going to take a long bath. She asked if I would throw her clothes in the dirty clothes hamper. I promised to do that, at least with most of the clothes.

After Kristy had settled into her bath, I took the panties and placed them into a Ziploc bag, they were that wet. I then walked across the yard, knocked on Ray’s door, and when he opened I handed him the bag. Ray looked down, opened the bag and smiled as he was greeted by Kristy’s intoxicating scent. “Thank you,” he said. “I will have them back to you tomorrow.” He closed the door.

That night Kristy slept like a baby, but I tossed and turned. I got up twice and masturbated while wondering what Ray was doing.

The next morning, while Kristy went grocery shopping, I went back to Ray’s. He was still smiling when he ushered me in. He asked if I wanted a beer, but I just wanted to know if he liked the panties and if they were all he had hoped for.

“I haven’t cum like that in years,” he told me. “I could smell and taste her on them. You made her cum while wearing them, didn’t you?”

I nodded and asked if he had jacked off into them. He told me he hadn’t because that hadn’t been part of the agreement, but he told me he would like to cum in a pair of her panties.

He opened his wallet and took out a crisp $50 bill and handed it to me. “You exceeded my expectations. The only thing better than smelling and tasting her panties would have been to actually eat her pussy.” I could feel my cock harden. He could tell the effect this was having on me and he smiled.

“I’ll tell you want. Next weekend when we get together for a beer, I want maltepe escort bayan you to bring me the panties she wore to work on Friday and a pair that you think are really sexy, even if unworn. I will give you $100 if I can smell the worn pair and jack off into the sexy pair. Is it ok if I cum in a pair of her panties?”

“For a $100, sure.” I told him.

I spent the next week thinking about what I’d bring him. That Friday she just wore a pair of black Calvin Klein cotton panties, nothing sexy, but I knew they would hold her scent and he would like that. I decided to bring him a pair of Victoria Secret bikini panties that I thought were really sexy. They were red satin and lace. The front part that covered her pussy was satin and the lace splayed out on both side around her hips and backside. I loved it when she wore them with the matching red bra.

When I arrived, he had cold beer ready and he examined the panties as we chatted and drank our beer. After downing a couple of beers, he asked, “Is it ok if we cut our time a bit short? I have some business to attend to.”

I told him that would be fine and asked if he would bring them back in the morning. He could bring back the hedge trimmer he borrowed as a cover. The next day was Valentines and I planned on using the $60 from last week and the $100 that I would get to take Kristy out to a nice dinner.

At 10:00 the next morning the doorbell rang and Ray and I made the exchange. It went off without a hitch. Ray had discreetly placed the panties in a bag with the hedge trimmer. As he thanked me he palmed me the $100 and said he hoped he could borrow them in the future, with a wink. I assured him we could probably work something out.

I then headed to the garage to put away the trimmers and place the panties in the clothes hamper, knowing I would be doing laundry later. I could see teeth marks in the Calvin Klein panties but what really shocked me was the amount of cum in the sexy panties. He must have cum several times.

I then went back into the house and told Kristy that we were going out to a nice dinner for Valentines. She kissed me and told me it wasn’t necessary, she knew money was tight, but I told her I’d been saving just for this occasion. I told her to be ready at 5:00 and we went about the weekend chores.

At 5:00 she came down and she looked stunning. She was wearing a dress I had always thought was sexy but demure. She was smiling as I took her arm and we drove to dinner. The entire drive she kept looking over at me and smiling. As we ate dinner and drank our wine, she had a look as if she knew something I didn’t. I finally asked what she was smiling about.

“Somebody is going to get lucky tonight,” she said.

“I hope so,” I smiled back.

“That is unless you don’t have any more to give,” she countered.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, I was getting ready and I wanted to look sexy for you. I know how much you like me in my red panties and bra, but I couldn’t find my panties. I finally found them in the hamper. God, how many times did you cum in them?” she asked.

“I, I, um,” I stammered.

“It is ok, sweetheart. I found it really sexy, as a matter of fact, when I slid them on they were still wet so you must have cum in them this morning. I couldn’t believe how sexy I felt, wearing these panties, with your cum coating my lips. I even used my finger to scoop some off and fingered myself. I almost came, but I wanted to save it for you.”

“Oh god,” I said and I felt my cock get rigid.

What should I do?

Your comments are appreciated.

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