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Une soirée d’exceptionParfois la vie réserve de belles surprises, ce fut le cas ce soir-là.Même si nous ne “pratiquons” presque jamais par petites annonces, nous nous plaisons à en lire.Un jour, l’une d’elles a retenu notre attention et nous avons décidé d’y répondre.La voici, telle qu’elle était rédigée:” Monsieur, 53 ans, vivant avec son papa, souhaite rencontrer jeune femme pour soirée triolisme”.Suivaient les coordonnées gsm.Mais qui allait le contacter ? Monsieur ou madame ? Nous avons opté pour moi (madame) afin de ne pas apeurer l’homme et qu’ilcomprenne bien que nous n’étions pas des fantasmeurs.Au téléphone je lui ai dit que j’étais toute disposée à me rendre chez lui, à m’offrir à lui et son papa. Mais que je ne serais pas seule, que mon mari serait avec moi en tant que voyeur.Il a marqué un temps d’hésitation puis a demandé si il serait question d’argent. Je l’ai rassuré, nous sommes candaulistes et seul le plaisir nous motive.Rendez-vous fut pris pour le vendredi à venir, à 21h00.Le vendredi je me suis apprêtée de façon très sexy, comme le souhaitaient nos hôtes: jupe ultra courte moulante, chemisier, pas de soutien-gorge, petite culotte collégienne, bas nylon et escarpins à talons hauts. Avant ça, lavement et douche complète.A 20h30 nous avons pris la route et nous sommes rendus à l’adresse qui nous avait été renseignée.Arrivés devant nous avons été étonnés et ravis, il s’agissait d’une construction neuve de belle allure.Nous nous sommes garés et, comme demandé par l’homme, j’ai déboutonné mon chemisier et ai noué les 2 pans.Ils devaient guetter notre arrivée car mon homme n’a même pas eu le temps de presser le bouton de la sonnette que déjà la porte s’est ouverte.L’homme est apparu et directement son regard m’a déshabillée. Au vu de son sourire il est certain que je lui plaisais.Il nous a invité à entrer et nous a mené au salon où nous attendait son papa. Il s’agissait d’un homme de 74 ans, un peu grassouillet mais de belle prestance. Il s’est levé et s’est approché de moi pour me donner un baiser de bienvenue. Baiser qui s’est traduit par un roulage de pelle très “chaleureux”. Ensuite il m’a invitée à m’asseoir dans le canapé, s’arrangeant pour que je prenne place au centre.Voici comment s’est déroulée la soirée, avec son imprévu (pour nous tout du moins).Une illegal bahis fois assise, le fils nous a proposé une boisson au choix, avec ou sans alcool. Nous avons choisi un vin rouge.C’est mon homme qui a entamé la conversation, faisant éloge du bâtiment ainsi que de la décoration moderne de son intérieur.Puis il a rappelé à nos hôtes que je n’avais aucun tabou, si ce n’est le s**to et les douleurs trop puissantes.Ils ont marqué leur accord, mais je voyais bien que quelque-chose les tracassait.Durant ces préambules de mise au point, le papa avait déjà déposé une main sur moi et me caressait la jambe.Le fils (ça me fait drôle d’écrire “le fils” alors qu’il avait vingt- quatre ans de plus que moi) restait plus sage et ne me touchait pas.Il semblait mal à l’aise, comme tracassé. Mon homme l’a remarqué aussi et l’a interrogé.Avec une voix à peine perceptible il lui a avoué avoir parlé de cette soirée à son voisin.Nous avons directement compris où il voulait en venir et, après un échange de regards complices avec moi, mon homme a proposé que le voisin nous rejoigne.Ni une ni deux, notre hôte lui a téléphoné et l’a invité à nous rejoindre. Il n’a fallu que cinq minutes pour qu’il fasse son apparition.C’était un monsieur de +- 70 ans, fort petit et avec un fort embonpoint.Afin de faciliter l’écriture et que vous puissiez suivre notre aventure, voici les prénoms des coquins: Le fils, Alain. Le père, Gustave. Le voisin, Marcel.Autant Alain et Marcel restaient encore timides, autant Gustave se laissait aller à me tripoter. Il avait défait le noeud de mon chemisier et me pelotait vigoureusement la poitrine. Excité par la vue, Alain est venu prendre place à ma gauche et s’est décidé à me toucher.Il n’a même pas pris le temps de me caresser, direct sa main est venue dans ma culotte et ses doigts ont titillé mon clitoris.J’ai écarté les cuisses au maximum et ai laissé ma tête basculer vers l’arrière en fermant les yeux.J’ai senti des lèvres se poser sur les miennes puis une langue chercher à s’introduire. Un long baiser s’en suivit, décidément le papa était encore très vert et gourmand.Mon homme ne voulant pas que la soirée soit trop courte les arrêta dans leur fougue. Il me demanda de monter sur la petite table de salon et encouragea les trois coquins à me caresser et me lécher. illegal bahis siteleri Moi je tournais lentement sur moi-même, offrant à chacun tantôt ma chatte tantôt mon fessier.Ce petit jeu dura plusieurs minutes durant lesquelles je sentais mon excitation monter. Déjà un léger écoulement sur mes cuisses traduisait mon état.Il me fallait de la queue, n’importe où, mais de la queue en moi !Alors j’ai demandé si nous pouvions aller dans une pièce plus adéquate et nous nous sommes rendus dans la chambre.Ils avaient préparé celle-ci à m’accueillir et à satisfaire leurs envie.Sur une des tables de nuit se trouvaient des petits mouchoirs en papier. Sur le lit étaient disposés une cravache, un masque loup sans ouverture visuelle et un foulard. Quand je suis seule je n’accepte jamais d’être attachée et les yeux bandés, mais quand mon homme est présent il n’y a pas de souci.Ils s’y sont mis tous les trois pour me déshabiller. Ce fut vite fait vu qu’il n’y avait que mon chemisier déjà ouvert, ma jupe et ma petite culotte.Il ne me restait que mes bas nylon.Alain s’est approché de moi et m’a mis le masque, ensuite il m’a couchée sur le lit, face contre le coussin.Avec le foulard il m’a attachée les mains derrière le dos. Ensuite ils ont commencé un petit scénario oral qu’ils avaient dû mettre au point ensemble.Ils m’ont maltraitée de tous les noms et adjectifs possibles: salope, petite traînée, souillure, putain, dévergondée, suceuse de bites, …Et tout en m’injuriant l’un d’eux a commencé à me fesser (j’ai appris que c’était Marcel). Quelques claques puis des caresses, encore des claques suivies de caresses. C’était un expert, il savait procéder. Ensuite ce fut Alain qui s’attaqua à mon fessier, mais avec la cravache.Et tandis que les coups s’abattaient sur moi, Gustave avait glissé sa main sous moi et me masturbait avec vigueur.Je ne sais pas si ils l’avaient deviné (mon homme m’a assuré ne rien leur avoir dit), mais c’est une situation qui me porte au paroxysme !La douleur mêlée à la masturbation me donne des orgasmes géants.J’ai joui et crié de plaisir, ce qui a eu pour effet d’exciter encore plus mes partenaires et mon homme a dû les freiner car ils ne mesuraient plus l’intensité des coups.S’arrêtant de me cravacher, l’un d’eux m’a soulevée et m’a fait mettre canlı bahis siteleri à genoux sur le lit. Ensuite il a appuyé sur mon dos pour me faire comprendre de me pencher vers l’avant (c’était Alain). Gustave m’a enlevé le masque et j’ai pu voir. Il était face à moi, lui aussi à genoux sur le lit. Ma tête était à quelques centimètres de son sexe dressé. Il m’a ordonné de le prendre en bouche et de lui donner du plaisir. Chose que j’ai faite avec ravissement, depuis le temps que j’attendais.Je le suçais, jouant avec ma langue autour de son gland ou allant et venant en le raclant avec mes dents. J’ai senti des mains m’écarter les jambes et, dans le mouvement, le sexe de Gustave est venu bien au fond de ma gorge. Alain m’a pénétrée d’un coup sec, vu ma chatte dégoulinante il n’a eu aucun problème. Je suçais Gustave, Alain me baisait et Marcel me caressait partout. De temps à autres mes yeux se dirigeaient vers mon homme qui se régalait de la scène et se tripotait la queue.Alain cessa de me baiser et je sentis un doigt s’insérer dans mon anus. Il s’aidait de ma mouille et n’eut aucune difficulté.Quelques allées et venues puis son sexe a remplacé son doigt. Il était de gabarit honorable, mais pas de taille disproportionnée.Alors qu’il me défonçait le cul, Marcel est venu se placer de manière à me faire une délicieuse minette.J’étais hors de moi, mon cul honoré, ma chatte dégustée et un sexe m’emplissait la bouche. Je suis devenue une furie et Gustave en a fait les frais ! Moins de deux minutes plus tard il n’a pu se retenir et son miel chaud s’est déversé dans ma bouche.J’ai serré légèrement les dents, lui faisant comprendre que je voulais le garder en moi.Puis ce fut au tour d’Alain de cracher son miel et c’est sans se retirer d’entre mes fesses qu’il le fit.Quand il s’est retiré, Marcel était toujours en train de me bouffer la chatte. Il a eu droit à une partie du sperme d’Alain qui s’écoulait hors de moi.J’ai laissé Gustave se retirer et me suis laissée m’affaler sur le lit.Marcel m’a retournée, m’a écarté les cuisses puis m’a baisée. Le type ne fut pas très vaillant, le moins brave des trois.Quand ils eurent tous terminé, mon homme s’est approché et je lui ai fait sa petite gâterie habituelle de fin de soirée candauliste.Gustave, jamais rassasié, n’a cessé de me caresser tout du long où j’ai sucé mon homme. Avant de les quitter Alain nous a demandé si il serait possible que nous revenions la semaine suivante. Malheureusement pour lui nous ne rencontrons (à de rares exceptions près) jamais deux fois un partenaire.

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Aux champignonsAux champignonsMon copain Christian vit à la capitale. Nous nous téléphonons parfois. Ce début d’été, il me sonne pour savoir si 3 ou 4 jours à Chamrousse, pour jouer au tennis me botterait. Pourquoi pas, vers la mi- août ?Ok, ça roule. Seulement, on n’avait pas prévu un truc très con, le brouillard. Le premier jour, on tente le coup. Il y en a au point que tu vois à peine le filet. Tu entends juste la frappe sur la balle et tu la vois au dernier moment. Dégouté, mon pote, il décide de passer l’aprem au pageot. Moi je peux pas, dès la fin du repas je vais au bar. Il n’y a personne. Je me pose dans un fauteuil face au feu de bois, j’adore, et je rêvasse à tout, à rien. Un léger bruit à ma droite. Je soulève les pop’s, ciel une belle et assez grande créature, du sexe opposées se pose sur le canapé 3 places à ma droite et perpendiculaire à mon fauteuil. Elle tient une bd, l’ouvre et bouquine sans dire un mot. J’examine l’intruse. Assez grande, blonde, cheveux mi- longs, habillée montagne, difficile de se faire un avis anatomique. Joli minois, apparemment, vu la déformation du pull, des seins. Je m’amuse à expertiser. 85, 90 peut être, bonnets B, C pourquoi pas. Côté cul, je ne vois rien. Elle se met à rire, seule, et ça dure pas mal. J’y vais, m’assieds à côté, un bras posé au dessus de sa tête sur le dossier du canapé. Faisant comme si j’étais là depuis un siècle elle dit, montrant une vignette :- le capitaine Hadock me fait rire, mais je ne comprends pas toujours..- ce sont des onomatopées, éclairai-je…Elle s’en fout, continue sa lecture, s’occupe pas de moi. Finalement terminé sa lecture, colle le bouquin contre sa poitrine et:- j’aime bien Tintin et avec ce temps ça fait passer un moment. Au mois d’août, c’est bizarre, non ? Je dodeline du chef façon d’acquiescer.- justement, je me proposais de faire un tour en bagnole dans le coin, je vous invite. Il y a peut être des champignons, c’est sympa à chercher. – vous les connaissez ? Moi, pas- je vais vous apprendre…ok güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri ?- yes !Nous sortons, prenons ma caisse, la première route venue, le premier chemin venu, j’arrête et descend. – vous connaissez le coin?- non, j’aime découvrir fais-je tournant le dos pour m’enfoncer dans le bois. Elle enchaine le pas et au bout de 50 mètres, je commence à trifouiller le sol avec un bout de bois. Je lui explique comment, pourquoi, l’humus et touti-quanti, si bien qu’elle fait de même. Et là, je le vois, son cul, et il me parle le bougre. À mon avis, il a pas plus de 25 ans ! Putain de moine…- j’ai trouvé quelque chose, là. Elle est à quatre pattes. J’arrive, mets deux mains sur cet arrière séduisant. – moi aussi !- regardez, c’est un bon ?Je me suis couché sur le dos, le tapis de feuilles est accueillant. – pour voir, passez le moi. Au moment où elle l’approche j’att**** son poignet, l’invite à m’enjamber et à s’asseoir sur moi. Je diagnostique un bolet, mais un Satan, ce qui explique que c’est le diable qui pilote ma main libre sur ses seins. – c’est facile comme explication, rit elle. – pas très pour moi avec vos fringues, si vous m’aidez pas un peu je ne m’en sorts pas…Elle rigole, me trouve gonflé, rapide… Pendant ce temps j’ai réussi à passer mes mains sous le pull, à extirper sa chemise, son tee-shirt de son pantalon et empoigné un sein dans chaque main. Sympa, elle dégrafe le sous-tif, et je peu commencer à peloter, caresser, titiller. Ça s’érige des deux bouts. Pendant ce temps que croyez vous qu’elle fit ? Et bien tout pareil, elle a déboutonné ma chemise et joue avec les bouts de mes seins à moi. Je rappelle que je suis couché sur le dos, qu’elle me chevauche, genoux au sol, nous sommes donc face à face, chacun s’amusant des seins de l’autre. Elle tortille son pétards sur popol et les deux frangines. Subitement elle lâche mes petits bouts, glisse en arrière, s’en prend à ma ceinture, ma braguette :- mais mon pauvre, c’est la crise du logement, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri je libère vos pensionnaires…J’ai à peine le temps d’acquiescer, en riant qu’elle te me le lèche, de haut en bas, vice versa, avec une application calculée, faisant part de son plaisir avec des mots incompréhensibles, et elle enchaîne par un bel engloutissement, jusqu’à la garde, au risque de dégueuler. Elle finit par reprendre son souffle, et avant qu’elle récidive, je la tire vers moi, lui bouffe la gueule, les lèvres charnues, augmentées par la fellation et cherche à lui virer le futal. Elle comprend in peto, en une seconde se défait de son habit, sa culotte, m’enjambe à nouveau, mais de dos. Ses bras en arrière elle prend appui sur mon torse, pieds au sol, genoux pliés, elle s’empale avec précaution. C’est ainsi qu’elle maîtrise la situation, en profondeur, et en rythme. Putain, quel délice, en voilà une qui sait vivre, causer aux mâles… Vive la jeunesse, vive les initiatives. Son fourreau est parfait, doux, tiède, lubrifié. Tien, elle s’est jetée en avant, ses mains sur mes chevilles, et elle maîtrise la technique à la perfection, s’enfonce à fond une fois sur 2 ou 3, puis bricole de petits coups moins pénétrants mais plus vifs. Trop bon, je me délecte. J’ai mon honneur, non, je vais pas lui laisser l’initiative jusqu’au bout à cette gamine. Je la bouscule et naturellement elle se retrouve en levrette et c’est moi qui pilote, c’est moi qui règle la manœuvre et j’ai la rage, je venge l’humanité des hommes, des mâles. Elle commence à couiner sévère, à bramer et quand je la sens prête, je calme le jeu. Puis je décide qu’en forêt il faut baiser contre un arbre, c’est un minimum. Je l’adosse au plus proche, lui soulève une patte, et souque comme un soudard, lui re-bouffe les lèvres, lui titille les amygdales. Je la retourne, ce coup ci, elle prend appui contre le tronc avec ses mains et j’admire enfin son cul. Beau, il a la peau blanche légèrement rosée, une peau güvenilir bahis şirketleri de vrai blonde. J’ai aussi une superbe vue sur une très belle chatte encore entrebâillée, et ma tête chercheuse se présente à l’entrée, négocie du style j’y vais, j’y vais pas, le gland qui musarde, se fait désirer, passe la tronche, ressort, va saluer le clito, l’agace, remet la tronche à la porte d’entrée, laquelle brille de tout son jus. Je reprends les seins en mains, pétris, malaxe, lorsqu’une main quitte le tronc, a juste popol face à l’entrée. Beau cul se recule, s’empale, se tortille et donne la cadence. Impatiente avec ça, ah, la jeunesse ! Donc, je lime, peinard, avec méthode, un peu à droite, à gauche, au fond, au fond du fond. Ça déclenche des ” bon, c’est bon, très bon, trop bon….” Pac, pac, deux grandes claques sur ces jolies fesses. Elles en rougissent, portent même la marque de mes doigts, et ça a déclenché un beau ” aaahhhh, mon dieu”  tonitruant. Évidemment je bourre comme un fou, les fesses claquent contre mon bide, mes couilles servent à limiter l’intrusion. Justement, une main revient, les caresse et subitement les broie, d’un coup…et c’est fatal, j’envoie la purée longuement retenue, et l’autre d’une façon incroyable, bloque ma bite dans son intérieur, par une contraction du vagin incroyable. C’est une sensation curieuse, retenu par la virilité ! Elle en rit, me libère, se retourne avec l’air glorieux de la femme ayant pris un bel orgasme. Elle se penche pour un toilettage final. Elle lèche le manche, de haut en bas, aspire le bout du gland pour récupérer la dernière goutte, bien ça, le sens des choses bien faites, elle a. Elle en finit pas, et que je te suces, que je te gobes, que je te branle, et c’est repartit pour un tour ma parole. La jeunesse, c’est sans mesure…tant pis j’assure, c’est promis. La pression monte, monte, je sens que l’ustensile, gonfle dans cette bouche de rêve, cette langue agile, ces mains expertes, je sens que ça vient, et, nouvelle torsion des couilles, paf, c’est parti …la deuxième giclée est moins somptueuse, mais tout de même honorable.- j’ai oublié de te dire qu’il y a un champignon vénéneux, l’amanite phalloïde. – pourquoi tu dis ça ?- parce que phalloïde, ça vient de phallus. L’un se suce, l’autre te tue ! Gaffe dans la vie, belle blonde !

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Celui qui ne boit pas. (1)-Allez-y, déposez-le sur le canapé. Voilà, on pose Damien sans qu’il ne réagisse. Putain ce qu’il est lourd. Ce con est encore bourré ; il a tout dégueulassé dans les chiottes. Putain, ce qu’il fait chier. On l’allonge sur le côté afin qu’il ne s’étouffe pas s’il revomit et j’installe un seau à côté de sa tête. Avec un peu de chance, il aura le réflexe de vomir dans le seau. Je retourne aux toilettes avec une serpillère et commence à nettoyer derrière lui. Je ne peux pas laisser ça dans cet état ou mes parents me tueront quand ils reviendront de leur week-end. Fait chier, c’est toujours moi qui doit nettoyer leurs conneries parce qu’aucun d’entre eux n’est capable de se montrer raisonnable avec l’alcool. Ah, l’odeur est horrible et me donne la nausée. C’est dégoutant ! Merde, fait chier d’être celui qui ne boit pas. Soudain, j’entends une voix m’interpeller :-Et mec, Damien n’a pas l’air très bien. Il tremble dans tous les sens. Il doit avoir froid. -Ok, je vais aller lui chercher une couverture.Je monte à l’étage, rentre dans la chambre des parents, fouille dans leur armoire. Mince, pas de couvertures. Ils doivent être toutes dans le panier de linge sale. Je n’en ai pas non plus dans ma chambre. Plus qu’une solution, la chambre de ma sœur, Clothilde. Je rentre sans faire de bruit, n’allume pas la lumière puisque ma sœur dort déjà. Elle est monté il y a environ une demi-heure, car avec tous les verres qu’elle s’est enfilée, elle était apparemment fatiguée. Je m’éclaire donc avec la lumière de mon portable. Elle est allongée dans son lit sous sa couette. Seule la tête dépasse. Je me dirige vers son armoire située juste à côté du lit et commence à fouiller dedans. Après quelques minutes de recherche, je trouve enfin mon bonheur et sort une couverture pour Damien. Prêt à repartir, une main m’att**** la cuisse.-Hum Dam, vient j’ai envie. Je t’attends depuis tout à l’heure.Elle me prend apparemment pour son copain. Et oui, le putain d’alcoolique que je suis obligé de me coltiner à chaque soirée et qui vient de dégueulasser les chiottes et malheureusement son copain. Elle doit être encore sous les effets de l’alcool. Avec tout ce qu’elle s’est enfilé, ça ne m’étonnerait pas !-Clo, ce n’est pas… commence-je à dire mais je suis soudain stoppé par sa main qui remonte au niveau de mon sexe. -J’ai envie de te sucer.Merde, je bande instantanément, c’est ma sœur je sais, mais entendre ces mots sortir de sa bouche c’est très excitant. Je ne peux en revanche me permettre ça, même si j’ai déjà fantasmé un tas de fois sur un scénario similaire. Je repousse donc sa main.-Allez Dam, j’ai envie de sentir ton sperme sur ma langue.Sa main repart à l’assaut et se pose sur la bosse formée par ma bite.-Tu vois, tu en as aussi envie. T’es déjà tout dur. Merde après tout, pourquoi je ne pourrais pas profiter un peu de la situation ? Rien qu’un petit peu. Elle est bourrée et croit avoir affaire à son mec. Et puis, demain, elle aura surement tout oublié. Je laisse donc sa main me masser la bite et la guide même, tandis que je lâche la couverture que j’étais venu chercher au sol. Je soulève sa couette et la pousse sur le côté. J’éclaire ma sœur avec mon portable pour admirer le spectacle. Quelle bombe franchement ! Elle porte pour dormir un débardeur noir à petite bretelle très décolleté ainsi qu’une petite culotte à dentelle blanche. De ma position, j’ai une bonne vision sur ses deux magnifiques seins. Elle en a vraiment de très gros. Je tends une main et la dépose sur un sein que je commence à tâter. Il y a longtemps que je désirais faire ça. Je le caresse, le palpe et le malaxe ce qui provoque un léger gémissement. Quant à elle, sa main s’active encore à me masser la bite à travers le jean. Je passe internet casino la main dans le décolleté pour sentir sa peau. J’atteints un téton que je commence à pincer et à titiller. Jamais je n’aurais cru avoir un jour le plaisir de palper ainsi ma sexy de sœur. Elle commence à se montrer impatiente et tente maladroitement de m’ouvrir le jean d’une seule main. Je lui att**** la main pour l’arrêter. Je n’oublie pas ce pour quoi je suis venu à l’origine dans cette chambre. Et puis, ça fait un moment que je suis monté, les autres vont commencer à trouver cela suspect.-Attends Clo, je dois y aller mais je reviens juste après.-Tu promets ?-Oui, la dupe-je.Je ramasse donc la couverture et sort au plus vite de la chambre avant de changer d’avis. Il n’aurait pas fallu que cette histoire aille plus loin, ça aurait pu mal tourner ! Je me félicite intérieurement pour ma volonté et descend les marches. Damien est toujours sur le canapé. Apparemment les autres l’ont recouvert de plusieurs manteaux en attendant la couverture. Fred et Nico sont chacun installés dans un fauteuil avec un joint à la main. Ils ont déjà l’air ailleurs. J’arrive à obtenir malgré tout une réponse sur l’absence de Georges. Ils m’affirment que ce dernier a quitté les lieux pour rentrer chez lui. Merde, il a but lui aussi et il a du prendre sa voiture. J’espère qu’il ne lui arrivera rien. Oh et après tout, je m’en fous. Ce n’est pas un de mes potes mais un de Clothilde et Damien. La soirée a donc l’air fini, il n’y a plus personne d’autre. Putain d’alcooliques et de drogués, il est à peine une heure du matin et ils sont déjà tous K.O. Ils font chier, moi qui voulais pour une fois profiter de la soirée. Fred et Nico rigolent comme des débiles dans leurs fauteuils, seuls eux savent pourquoi, et encore ! Une idée me traverse la tête. Si je remonte maintenant, ils ne se rendront peut-être même pas compte de mon absence. Et si c’est le cas, ils seront très probablement trop défoncés pour dire combien de temps je suis parti. Je délibère intérieurement quand une chaleur me gagne de plus en plus. Je sens que je vais faire quelque chose de mal et cela m’excite. C’est décidé, je monte les marches rapidement et m’introduit de nouveau dans la chambre de ma sœur. Clothilde semble s’être déjà rendormie et n’a pas remis la couette sur elle. Elle est positionnée sur le dos, les jambes légèrement écartée. Je m’avance tout doucement, laisse mes doigts remonter lentement sa cuisse et atteint sa petite culotte qui a l’air d’avoir subi une récente inondation. Mes doigts s’introduisent sous le fin tissu et caresse ses lèvres intimes. Elles sont chaudes et humides. Je récolte un peu de ce nectar et le porte à mes lèvres. Ce goût me rend dingue. Je suis désormais trop serré dans mon jean et je sais maintenant qu’il est trop tard pour faire marche arrière. Je défais les boutons un à un et fini par libéré mon sexe que je commence à masturber lentement tout en observant le visage angélique de ma sœur. Elle a l’air si apaisée, si calme. Mes yeux s’attardent sur ses lèvres pulpeuses qui semblent former un léger sourire ; je prends ça comme une invitation. Je m’approche plus de son visage, baisse le bassin et dépose mon gland sur ses lèvres. Je le frotte pour y déposer du liquide pré séminal. J’essaye de forcer sa bouche afin de m’introduire à l’intérieur. Soudain, elle cède et une langue s’empare de mon gland manquant de me faire défaillir. Apparemment, Clothilde est réveillée et n’a pas oublié son envie de sucer son copain. C’est parfait !Elle tourne la tête pour faciliter l’introduction de mon sexe. Une de ses mains vient att****r ma tige. Puis les choses s’enchainent très vite. Elle est prise par une frénésie, avide de bite, elle se met à me pomper canlı poker oyna voracement, à me lécher le gland avec sa langue avide et à me gober ma tige sur toute sa longueur jusqu’à m’offrir des gorges profondes. Putain, je n’ai jamais été sucé comme cela. Elle est aussi douée que le laissait entendre sa réputation. Elle s’est s’y faire pour faire grimper la pression. D’ailleurs, je ne vais plus tarder à jouir. Ma main s’introduit derrière sa tête et caresse ses magnifiques cheveux roux. Je l’agrippe et bloque sa tête pour éviter qu’elle bouge. Je donne maintenant de violents coups de bassin. -Prends-toi ça sale pute ! lâche-je. Je lui baise littéralement la bouche et cette salope ne fait rien pour m’arrêter. Elle se laisse faire, j’en déduis qu’elle aime ça. J’accélère donc la cadence et la force de mes coups. L’exercice la fait baver énormément, il y en a partout sur son lit. Soudain je m’enfonce au plus profond de sa gorge pour y déverser des litres de spermes, enfin, façon de parler ! Putain, que c’est incroyable, jouir dans la gorge de sa sœur. Si elle savait la salope que je ne suis pas Damien !Je retire ma bite de sa bouche et l’observe se remettre sur le dos.-J’aime quand tu me baise comme ça la bouche Dam ! C’était délicieux. J’en veux encore, déclare-t-elle en prenant une de mes mains et en la posant sur son sein. -Moi aussi ! affirme-je un sourire sadique au bord des lèvres. Et pour cause, je compte bien encore profiter de ma sœur. Ce n’est pas tout les jours qu’une chance comme celle-là apparait. Je me positionne à califourchon sur elle, choppe ses deux seins et les palpe sans ménagement. Je lui fais retirer son débardeur et plonge mon visage dans ses deux gros magnifiques obus. Je lèche les mamelons, les titille, les suce et les mordille. Ça fait gémir cette sale pétasse. Après plusieurs minutes de ce traitement, j’ai moi aussi retrouvé de la vigueur et je suis prêt pour le second round. J’enlève mon maillot puis retire complètement mon pantalon pour finir par mes sous-vêtements. Elle ne me voit pas dans l’obscurité de la pièce mais sait sans aucun doute ce que je suis en train de faire.-Baise-moi, m’ordonne-t-elle. Baise-moi comme une salope. Je la retourne et lui retire sa culotte presqu’en lui arrachant. J’introduis trois doigts dans sa chatte et commence à la baiser avec. Elle est toute trempée et pousse de léger cri ! Elle tend son cul vers moi pour m’inviter à la fouiller encore plus. Ma main est trempée de sa cyprine alors j’en étale sur son cul pour le lui lubrifié un peu. J’y introduis le pouce tandis que mes trois autres doigts continuent de lui fourrager la chatte. Je lui pénètre ainsi ses deux orifices pendant plusieurs minutes. Deux doigts de mon autre main, puis un troisième, viennent remplacer mon pouce dans son cul et je l’empale avec. -Allez, baise-moi maintenant Dam, me supplie-t-elle, je n’en peux plus. J’ai la chatte en feu !J’approche mon sexe et le frotte le long de sa raie puis de sa fente humide. Impatiente, elle recule le bassin pour tenter de s’empaler mais je l’en empêche. Je la fais languir un peu avant. Puis soudain, au moment où elle ne s’y attend plus, je la pénètre d’un coup sec. Je m’enfonce facilement dans son sexe humide et chaud. Elle pousse une sorte de ronronnement de contentement. Mais ce n’est pas ce qu’elle croit et je me retire. -Quoi, mais qu’est-ce que tu fous bon sang ? Baise-moi maintenant, je n’en peux plus. Je pose mon gland sur son anus et commence à pousser pour me frayer un passage. -Non pas par là, dit-elle, tu sais très bien que je ne veux pas.-Ta gueule salope ! T’as rien à dire. Laisse-toi faire et tout se passera bien, lui conseille-je.Et sans lui laisser le temps de protester de nouveau, je donne un grand coup de rein poker oyna et m’enfonce dans ce cul étroit. Elle lâche un petit cri.J’attends un peu que son fondement s’habitue à la présence inopportune, puis je commence à onduler doucement du bassin. -Putain Dam mais merde, arrêtes-ça !-Ferme-là sale pute, c’est tout ce que tu mérites.Elle commence à sa débattre alors je lui plaque le visage dans son oreiller et je profite de mon poids pour la maintenir autant que possible. Je suis dans son cul. J’en prends possession maintenant et rien ne m’arrêtera tant que je n’aurais pas fini. Depuis le temps que je rêve de me faire ce cul, aujourd’hui l’heure est venue. Aujourd’hui, je prends ma revanche sur ma sœur. Je n’ai aucune honte d’abuser ainsi d’elle. Depuis le temps qu’elle profite de moi. Je suis celui qui ne boit pas. Jusqu’à maintenant, elle m’a fait participer à ses soirées uniquement pour cette raison. Il fallait quelqu’un pour assurer la situation en cas de dérapages et ce quelqu’un a toujours été moi. Il fallait quelqu’un pour conduire la voiture et raccompagner les autres chez eux et ce quelqu’un c’est encore moi. C’est moi qui ai toujours réparé les conneries qu’ils faisaient quand ils étaient tous bourrés, c’est moi qui nettoie derrière eux comme ce soir. Et avec tout ça, même pas un merci. Bien au contraire, elle passe son temps à me traiter de geek pervers et à me rabaisser. Elle me regarde de travers, se moque ouvertement de moi devant ses amis. Oui je n’ai aucune honte à abuser d’elle ce soir car c’est tout ce que mérite cette salope. Car oui, il n’y a pas de doute, c’est une salope ! Quand je pense à tous les mecs avec qui elle est sortie avant cet abruti de Damien. Il y en a eu un beau paquet ! Elle a trompée la plupart. Damien devait déjà être cocu avant cette soirée. Il parait même qu’elle s’est tapé ce pervers de prof de français à l’époque du lycée. Ça ne m’étonnerait guère de sa part ! Je suis celui qui ne boit pas, celui qui s’est toujours laissé marcher sur les pieds, celui qui n’a jamais protesté et toujours rendu service à sa putain de sœur même s’il savait qu’elle ne le remercierait jamais. Ce soir je suis encore celui qui ne boit pas, mais pour une fois, cela a du bon !Quoi qu’il en soit, je continue de lui limer le cul e plus en plus vite. Elle ne se débat plus et je crois même qu’elle gémit de plaisir… ou de douleur. Difficile de faire la différence car elle a toujours le visage plongé dans son oreiller, ce qui étouffe les gémissements. Je relâche un peu la pression que j’exerce sur sa tête. -T’aime ça petite pute ? T’aime que je te défonce le cul ? Elle ne répond pas alors je donne un violent coup de rein. Elle pousse un cri de douleur.-Je t’ai posé une question. T’aime te faire prendre par le cul ?-Oui…oui, fait-elle d’une voix hésitante et saccadée.-Plus fort ! -Oui j’aime sentir ta bite dans mon cul. J’aime me faire enculer. -Bonne réponse.Je ne sais pas si elle ment et qu’elle me dit ce que je veux entendre. En tout cas, je continue de la limer toujours plus rapidement. Je ne lui fais aucune pitié. Je veux qu’elle ait mal demain, que son cul se souvienne toute la journée des assauts qu’il est en train de subir. Je sens la jouissance bientôt arrivé alors je me retire de son cul. Elle semble lâcher un soupir de soulagement. Je la retourne. Elle parait abattue, molle, fatiguée. La sodomie et l’alcool a du pomper toute son énergie. Je m’installe au dessus d’elle et me branle au dessus de ses seins. Il ne me faut pas longtemps pour éjaculer plusieurs jets de sperme qui atterrissent sur son visage et ses seins. Je déverse ainsi des années de frustrations sur cette face qui m’a toujours fait très envie. Je l’ai désiré autant que je l’ai détesté. Ce soir, je me sens plus libéré. Elle n’aura désormais plus la même emprise sur moi. J’essuie ma bite sur ses draps, me relève, me rhabille et quitte la chambre tandis que Clothilde est à moitié consciente et n’a pas bouger d’un poil. Je referme sa porte sans aucun remord !

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La directriceCa fait maintenant 3 semaines que Marc, un quarantenaire qui débute dans l’enseignement, est en stage dans cette école et il lui semble que ça ne se passe pas trop mal. Le contact est bon avec les collègues, les élèves ont l’air intéressés par ce qu’il leur raconte. Il se demande pourquoi Carole, la directrice, l’a convoqué dans son bureau. 17h30, c’est une heure bizarre, y a plus personne à l’école. Enfin bon il imagine que c’est normal, et puis il ne va pas la ramener, lui simple petit stagiaire. D’autant qu’elle a pas l’air commode, la Carole! Toujours dans son petit tailleur strict, le chemisier bien boutonné. Physiquement, elle est plutot pas mal, un peu petite et boulotte, mais elle sait mettre ses formes en valeur. Elle a cet air des femmes qui aiment les plaisirs de la vie et sont peu enclines à s’en priver. Pour tout dire, marc se la ferait bien.En fait elle l’a “grillé” quelques fois à regarder ses seins ou ses fesses. Elle a fait semblant de rien mais il a bien vu qu’elle avait repéré où allaient ses yeux. Il faut dire que ces deux la ont tendance à échapper à son controle… La porte s’ouvre. “Entre ,Marc.” Voilà qu’elle le tutoie maintenant! En une fraction de seconde, ses yeux font un aller / retour sur sa poitrine. Deux boutons de son chemisier sont ouverts. “Assied toi” Elle a tout un fouillis de papiers sur canlı bahis şirketleri son bureau qu’elle se met à ranger, se penchant en avant. Ouf! ses yeux n’en perdent pas une miette, quelle poitrine! Ces 2 gros seins qui se balancent là, juste devant son nez lui envoient des picotements sous la ceinture… “Voila” Tout est maintenant rangé et le bureau complètement débarrassé.”Marc, si je t’ai demandé de passer ,c’est pour te mettre en garde…”Elle vient s’asseoir sur le bureau, juste en face de lui. Sa jupe remonte légèrement, d’autant que ses jambes sont légèrement écartées. “Nous avons eu beaucoup d’histoire entre profs ici et ça m’a causé du souci…””Oui?””Je veux dire des histoires illégitimes…””ah?””J’aimerais savoir si tu es capable de résister à certaines sollicitations…”En disant cela, elle retire une chaussure et vient poser son pied sur la chaise, juste devant la braguette de Marc. Il la regarde dans les yeux: “je ne demande qu’à être mis à l’épreuve”.Elle a un petit sourire. “bien alors commençons!”Avec son pied, elle commence à lui masser la cuisse droite, puis la gauche, puis elle vient doucement sur son sexe, le masse adroitement jusqu’à ce que quelque chose de dur roule sous ton pied. “Hmmm Je pense qu’il y a quelque chose la dedans qui se sent à l’étroit!””Effectivement…”.Elle s’avance vers lui et canlı kaçak iddaa déboutonne son jeans, en descend le zip. Sa main, très douce, se pose sur le sexe tendu. Sa langue passe doucement sur les lèvres de Marc, les caressant.Puis les lèvres se perdent dans son cou, et  reviennent vers sa bouche pour l’embrasser. Ensuite, elle s’assied sur lui, à califourchon. Sa jupe remonte sur ses hanches. Elle porte de vrais bas qui s’arretent en haut des cuisses et….pas de culotte! Elle presse ses seins contre le visage de marc, puis recule un peu, finissant de déboutonner son chemisier. Les mains de Marc remontent le long des flancs de Carole pour venir pétrir ces 2 globes emprisonnés dans la dentelle du soutien. Elle pousse un soupir pendant que ses hanches se mettent à remuer, frottant son sexe sur celui de Marc. Ses mains s’attardent sur les tetons, les pinçant légèrement. Elle gémit. Il souffle.Elle se relève. “c’est bien, jusque maintenant tu résistes. On va voir si ça continue…”Elle baisse le slip de Marc et prend son sexe en main, délicatement. Puis sa langue, commence à aller et venir de ses testicules jusqu’à son gland, où elle donne quelques coups de langue. Ohhh , c’est divin, mais il doit absolument se controler!! Elle prend maintenant cette bite bien chaude et dure à pleine bouche et la suce vigoureusement. Marc  n’y canlı kaçak bahis arriverai pas! “Arrete!”Il la relève doucement par les épaules. Elle s’assied de nouveau sur le bureau, jambes écartées. Dans un souffle, elle lui  dit: “viens!” Il vient se placer entre ses jambes et commence à la pénétrer. Doucement, sensuellement, faisant tourner ses hanches et son sexe dans ce fourreau doux, chaud, accueillant. Les “aaaah” de Carole se font plus bruyants, plus aigus au fur et mesure. D’une main il presse leurs hanches les unes contre les autres et de l’autre il presse Carole contre lui, l’embrassant fougueusement.Le rythme et la force des ses coups de rein ne cesse d’augmenter. Les gémissements de Carole sont maintenant continus. Il la couche sur le bureau et vient placer ses jambes jointes sur son épaule gauche. Il les maintient fermement pendant que son autre main soutient le cul bien rond de Carole, le malaxe. Il continue de pilonner son sexe comme une brute et le visage de Carole se fait grimaçant, ses mains vont et viennent dans un mouvement désordonné. “oh oui oui aaah, viens!” Dans un dernier coup de rein, il la cloue sur le bureau pendant que des sons inarticulés sortent de sa gorge. Puis il  décharge en elle en flots brûlants. Les “aaah” de Carole se font plus doux, tandis que Marc lui caresse les seins. Ils atterrissent tous les 2 doucement. Leurs regards échangent de l’étonnement et de la gratitude. “J’espère avoir réussi l’examen…””Humm … disons que tu n’es pas recalé mais tu devras présenter une deuxième session…”C’est la première fois que Marc se réjouit d’entendre ça!

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les pieds de ma mere et ceux de ma tante 3 (la suiLes résultats scolaire ….. (l’ascension) .Beaucoup d’eau avait couler sous les pont depuis ce fameux week end passé chez ma tante, je gardait en souvenir les délicieux moment ou tout commençait des le lendemain matin par un léchage complet des pieds de tata suivi d’un frottage de ma queue sur ses soles .Bordel ce qui pouvait être bandant me dit-je en repensant à tous ça, je sorti de mon souvenir caché pour faire face à une réalité qui était tout autre …..En effet j’étais en train de loucher sur les pieds de ma mère en collant chair et vernis rouge, celle ci était en train de me blâmer pour un premier trimestre scolaire moyen moyen, j’avais 15 ans, et voila qu’il y a quelques temps, lors d’une tentative d’approche sur ses pieds, mère m’a gentiment fait comprendre qu’elle me considérait asser grand pour que je passe à autre chose et qu’elle ne voulait plus me prêter ses pieds.Bref, elle me faisait des remontrances moi j’était ailleurs et elle remarqua la dérive de mon regard qui ne pouvait s’empêcher de loucher l’extrémité de ses jambes qui me faisait tant envie .-Hey!, mais tu m’écoutes quand je te parles ?,Tu regardes quoi comme ça ?La il y eu un blanc, le genre de silence qui dit qu’elle illegal bahis a compris le fond de mes pensées ….-j ‘ai compris, lui répondit-je , c’est rien je manque juste d ‘un peu de motivation ….. (et hop les yeux plongent vers le sol )-Bah trouve la, ta motivation, j’ ai pas envie de me prendre la tête à te voir gâcher ton avenir et blablabla blablabla , et tu pourrais au moins me regarder dans les yeux quand je te parle !….Ok! je pense que tu as compris et pis de toutes façon tu as la tête ailleurs, on verra ça plus tard .Pendant le diner, je fixait ses pieds souvent, ce nylon, cette couleur de vernis me remonta dans ce passé ou je pouvait en profité , ma mère me grilla mais là je m’en foutait complètement, ils me faisaient rêver, je faisait comme tout ado essayer de garder un max d’image et soulager notre frustration avant de nous couché , mais le fait qu’elle ne dise rien sur ma façon de regarder ses pieds me donna du courage ou de la folie ……Le diner fini, affalé chacun de son cote sur le grand canapé d’angle, on regardait la télé ou plutôt elle , car moi j’avais une vue imprenable sur mon désir, je place la main innocente juste a coté , tente un effleurement, un deuxième … elle dit rien ….. alors du genre culoté je posa illegal bahis siteleri carrément la main sur son pieds que je caressa du pouce.-Tu as intérêt à ce que tes notes remontent si tu veut pouvoir en profité, me dit ma mère tout en posant ses deux jambes sur les miennes ,Et de toute façon je te connait, on a rien sans rien avec toi , alors bosse à l’école et tu choisira même le vernis si tu veux !-Maman, tu as devant toi un futur premier de la classe ! lui répondit je .-Y a interret répondit-elle, et y à interret aussi que tu ferme ta gueule si tu veux toujours en profité compris?.Mon rêve se réalisa enfin , j’avais enfin ma mère qui m’offrait ses pieds que j’avais sous les yeux trop souvent sans pouvoir leurs faire quoi que ce soit, l’heure de la vengeance avait sonné ^^Ma première action fut de les embrassés , les lécher et me vient l’idée la plus perverse de toute mon existence passée….Allongé à ma gauche , je lui saisi son pied droit pour le lécher convenablement et m ‘attarda sur le talon , je réussi à coincer du bout de mes dent un infime partie du collant et j’y fit un petit trou.Travaillant encore le tissu avec ma langue j’agrandi le trou pendant que j’appuya l’autre pieds sur ma queue qui grandissait à un point canlı bahis siteleri que je dut la sortir par besoin d’espace mais aussi pour la frotter dessus.Bien affamé, son pieds droit plein de salive prisonnier du nylon , je n’eu pas de mal a y glisser ma queue dans le trou prévu à cet effet, et mit son autre pied autour de mon engin et entama un vas et viens incessant entre ses pieds .Le résultat était mieux que ce que je pouvait imaginer, mon jus sorti puissamment sortant de sa prison pour atterrir sur l’autre pied, son talon était souillé et je continua à étalé le tout toujours en y laissant ma queue dedans .-he ben mon cochon , si je m’attendait à ça , bon voila c’est fait ,tien tes promesses et je tiendrait les miennes ok ?-Oui ok sans problème mais je peut recommencer ?-Quand la de suite ?-De suite , tout a l’heure demain , bref de que c’est possible , bah oui je doit m’y mettre toute la semaine et les week end pour l’école. ( ce jour là c’est sortit tous seul et suis encore fier d’avoir sorti cette phrase la ^^) .-Ok laisse moi juste me laver les pieds avant .Sortie de la salle de bain, elle me proposa de la rejoindre au lit pour “jouer” avec ses pieds, je n’allait pas refuser, elle se mit sur le ventre et me laissa lui masser les pieds .Elle trouva cela tellement agréable malgré tout et elle finit par s’endormir, moi déjà raide dans le pyjama , profita de la situation jusqu’à l’épuisement, les pieds de ma mère offert à mes fantasmes c’était l’un des plus beaux jours de ma vie .

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The Intern. Ch,07.After the front door shut a hushed stillness filled the room. I sat for long minutes re-living moments from the day while Rose’s head still rested on my thigh and I idly played with her hair. Eventually something, I’m not sure what, brought me back to reality and I nudged Rose back to wakefulness.“Come and sit up on my knee,” I told her. A little shakily she managed to get up and did so and snuggled into my arms. “Have you enjoyed your day?”“Most of it, Miss. I love what you bought me.”“You look splendid in it,” I said, sliding my hand across the silky corset and letting it come to rest on her nipple. “The colour suits you.” I rolled her stiff nipple between thumb and finger and I was pleased to see that she accepted my attentions and didn’t shy away this time.“Thank you, Miss,” she replied, her breath already ragged.“And this evening?”“It was different, Miss … ughhh!” she managed to blurt out as I squeezed her nipple.I let go and slid my hand over her stomach. Her knees were locked together, and I push them apart with little resistance from her. I slid a finger across her wet pussy.“And the spanking?” I asked, “did you like that?”“No, Miss, it hurt,” she answered, pouting her lips and trying to look sorrowful.I slipped my finger back inside her, “I think this cunt of yours tells a different story.”She gasped as I did so, and her eyes glazed over. “I want to keep you all night, little one, but we must let your mother know or she’ll worry. Grab my phone from the table.”As I started to slide my finger in and out of her, she leant over and picked up my phone and held it out to me, expecting me to take it. I ignored the gesture and continued to finger her.“Call your mother for me, she’s listed under Mrs M.”A look of horror came over her face as she realised what was expected of her. “Just do as you’re told,” I told her severely.With shaking hands, she managed to find the right number and pressed ‘call’. As I heard it ring, I pushed a second finger inside her alongside the first. The dial tone stopped, and a tinny voice came out of the phone.“’ello Ms P how’s you? I hope our Rose has been behaving herself.”“Errr … it’s me, … mum,” Rose managed to get out while squirming under my exploring fingers.“Where are you, love?”“I’m with … Ms P … mum, she … wants me to … stop over.”I took pity on Rose and took over the conversation. “We’ve had such fun, Mrs M that I want to continue. I’ll feed her and make sure she’s returned safe in the morning. I just thought we should let you know.”“That’s fine, Ms P, as long as she’s being a good girl.”“I’ve had to admonish her once but other than that she’s been perfectly well behaved.”“Whatever you see fit Ms P. I’m sure you’ve got her best interests at heart.”As we chatted, I noticed that Rose’s face had gone into a deeper and deeper red. I pushed into her pussy with my fingers and started to twang her clit with my thumb as if I was playing a guitar. She squirmed and wriggled but was powerless to stop me.“We just thought you should know. So, bye for now.”I nodded to let Rose know that she could press the ‘end’ button which she did with shaking hands. She finally let her hands sink down, somehow keeping hold of the phone and not dropping it to the floor. But I wasn’t finished yet. We needed to eat, and a pizza delivery would be just fine as I was in no mood to cook and I was unsure of Rose’s abilities in the kitchen.“Look under ‘P’ for pizza,” I told her, “what’s your favourite?”As she scrolled through the names she managed to gasp out “P-p-pepperoni, Miss.”“Order two when they answer.”As she tried to concentrate on her task, I used my lips on her nipples to add to her torment. I heard the dial tone and then a man’s voice announce the name of the pizza house. Rose took a deep breath before replying.“C-can we have … two pepperoni … ooooh … pizzas.”I detached myself from her nipple long enough to whisper in her ear, “and extra anchovies.”By now I had got her so close she could barely speak but somehow managed to convey the order into the phone.“Tell him to deliver it to Ms P’s address,” I whispered.“C-c-can you deliver it … oh ffff … to Ms P’s address … please,”I heard the polite voice on the other end with its attractive Italian lilt. “Certainly Miss. Are you ok?”“F-f-fine thanks.” Poor Rose was struggling to speak.“About fifteen minutes, Miss.”“Th-Thanks.” She came as she hit the ‘end’ key and she did so almost violently, throwing her head back and going rigid in my arms and nearly falling from my lap. With one hand I managed to hold her in place while the other slowly slipped out of her pussy. My fingers and most of my hand were drenched. Slowly she relaxed and went limp and I could ease her across to sit on the sofa next to me where she slumped into a corner, her eyes closed, breathing heavily. I found my wine glass and refilled it with the last of the wine in the bottle and sat back and sipped it slowly. I glanced sideways at Rose who seemed to be asleep. Poor thing, I thought to myself, she’d had an exciting day. Not only that but she’d had four orgasms. No wonder she was exhausted. I closed my eyes. I wasn’t done with her yet, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.+++++++++++++++++++++Both of us woke with a start when the doorbell rang. I nearly spilled my wine as I came too. Rose gave a little shriek of alarm like a startled a****l. I was first to come to my senses and realise it was the pizza delivery. I reached for my purse and took out a couple of notes which I rolled up and tucked into the front of Rose’s corset. She was still looking dazed.“Answer the door, there’s a good girl. That will be our dinner.”She stood up and was half way to the door when she realised that she was half naked. She turned to me with a look of fear on her face, silently pleading with me not illegal bahis to make her go.“Don’t be a baby and answer the door,” I said sternly.With a sense of the inevitable she turned back and went to the door. She tried to hide behind it as she opened it but was forced into the open when the man held two boxes just out of her reach. He looked past her and saw me and gave me a knowing smile and a wave before reaching out and plucking the money from where it nestled up against Rose’s left nipple. I regularly ordered pizzas from the same place and this wasn’t the first time their delivery man had stumbled across strange goings on at this address.“Keep the change,” I called out to him with a giggle.He smiled and thanked me before reluctantly stepping back and allowing Rose to close the door on him. She was shaking as she brought the boxes over and put them on the table. She was nearly in tears.“Oh Miss, he could see everything,” she said plaintively. “Don’t be such a baby, I’m sure he’s seen worse. I once made a girl open the door stark naked with the money sticking out of her pussy. I think they take turns for the chance to deliver here. You’ll be the talk of the local takeaways for a few days that’s all. Now open those boxes and let’s eat. I’m starving.”I chuckled to myself. From where I was sitting, I couldn’t see the man outside the door, but I could watch Rose’s antics as she first tried to hide behind the open door and then was forced into the open as he held out the boxes, giving me a grin and a wave as he did so. Then her comic dance as she tried to decide whether to carry them high or low to hide herself behind them before the final indignity when he reached out and plucked the money nesting in her exposed bosom. Once she had calmed down, she instinctively knelt on the rug opposite me and as the smell of the pizzas filled the room she started to eat with a fine appetite. I was only halfway through and she had already finished hers. She knelt patiently and waited for me to finish. When I was down to my last slice, I spun the box round and pushed it towards her and she made that disappear as quickly as her own. I lay back and closed my eyes in satisfaction.When I opened them a few minutes later she was still knelt in the same place but was squirming while trying not to show it.“What’s the matter, girl?” I demanded.She blushed and replied, “I need to go, Miss.”“Go where?” I mocked, “your mother has agreed that you can stay here.”Her face went even redder as she managed to speak, “to the toilet, Miss.”I raised an eyebrow as though trying to take in this request. Eventually I stood up and grabbed the two boxes and headed to the kitchen. “Wait here,” I called as I went out of the door.In the kitchen I dumped them into the bin and then looked through my cupboards until I found what I was looking for. When I returned to the living room, she looked more desperate than ever and then a flash of alarm came across her face when she saw what I was carrying. I placed the medium sized mixing bowl on the table in front of me as I sat down. I wafted a hand towards it.“If you need to pee …” and I left the sentence unfinished.The same tantalizing and endearing look of fear returned to her face. “But, Miss, I can’t.”“Then hold it. But don’t you fucking dare mess up my carpet.”For a long moment she looked at me with a pleading expression hoping I would change my mind and let her escape upstairs. I stared back at her unflinchingly holding her gaze.“Fuck it, girl, just do it.”As the realisation dawned that she had no choice she reluctantly stood up and with her thighs squeezed together she managed to hobble over to the bowl. Still looking at me uncertainly she placed herself over the bowl. With my foot I pushed her legs apart and that seemed to send a signal as a sudden rush flowed from her, splashing into the bowl with such force that some spilled over the side onto the table. I quickly rescued my wine and sat back as the flow eased to a more reasonable trickle before ending with a few minor dribbles. I passed her a couple of tissues from the box on the side table and watched her wipe herself. She looked relieved not only to have finally peed but also, so she thought, that the ordeal was over. She stood quietly no doubt wondering what was coming next.I pointed at the bowl. “Take that upstairs and empty it and make sure its cleaned thoroughly.”I watched as she carefully picked it up and slowly carried it out of the room. Life really was fun sometimes I thought to myself. Patiently I waited for her to return. I heard the cistern flush twice and then the soft padding of her feet coming back down. She reappeared carrying the clean bowl and placed it back on the table before kneeling next to me. I looked at her and turned my attention to the table. I picked up the bowl and placed it on the floor and then pretended to examine the table top closely.“You appear to have splashed everywhere, dirty girl. That will need cleaning up as well.”She looked at me open-eyed and then looked around and fixed her gaze on the box of tissues next to me.“Could I …” she began but I cut her off.“What a waste,” I said, “use your tongue.”“But, Miss,” she sounded and looked appalled.“It won’t kill you. Now, get on with it or it will be another spanking.” As I mentioned the word ‘spanking’ I leant down and picked up the paddle that Mo had dropped onto the carpet. I had no intention of using it, but the action could be and was so easily misinterpreted. With her face screwed up in disgust she bent her face to the table and took a few tentative licks while desperately holding her hair back with both hands. I helped her by pointing to different splashes to make sure she got them all. When she had finally finished to my satisfaction she knelt back upright and looked illegal bahis siteleri at me sorrowfully.“There, that wasn’t too bad was it? Now come and sit on my lap and give me a cuddle.”Her expression changed immediately to one of joy and she clambered eagerly onto my lap and snuggled into me. I kissed the top of her head and then stroked her hair. I allowed her a few moments of peace. I placed a hand on her thigh and, unbidden by me, her legs parted, and she willingly allowed me access to her pussy. She had obviously taken the opportunity of her time upstairs alone to freshen herself up but as I slowly stroked along her lips I felt her juices begin to flow once more. Time to get her upstairs I thought to myself.“Ready for some fun?” I asked her, and she nodded shyly. “Good girl, go upstairs to my room and you can take off that corset. Then stand at the foot of the bed with your hands behind your head. I’ll follow you shortly.”She was slow to tear herself away from the comfort of my arms but slowly she stood up and padded from the room.I let her have about five minutes before I reluctantly stirred myself into action. I gathered the items that I had brought downstairs and were yet unused and headed for the stairs turning off lights as I went. When I entered the bedroom, she was standing as I had instructed and was now totally naked. I ignored her and placed the toys on the bed behind her. She started to swivel to watch what I was doing so I barked out, “eyes front.” She obeyed at once. One of the items I had brought up with me was a blindfold and I picked it up and placed it over her eyes. Leaving her in the dark I went into my en suite and gratefully sat on the toilet and relieved myself. Once I had cleaned myself I stripped off and went back into the bedroom. It felt deliciously powerful to be naked in front of her even though she was unaware of it. Silently on the thick carpet I walked from one side to the other examining her. I had done her a disservice earlier when I had called her a little bit fat. She was nothing of the sort. I had been mentally comparing her to Yvonne who was unusually thin. She had neat small breasts not much bigger than my own. She had a little triangle of hair just above her pussy. It would have to go but I decided to put that off until the morning as I was eager to fuck her. My voice startled her when I finally spoke.“Turn around and bend over the bed.”Feeling her way carefully she did so. Her bottom was still pink from her spanking and made a very pretty sight. It had all the hallmarks of the lightest of spankings which meant she could easily take more. I moved over to stand next to her, placing one hand on her pink bottom and caressing it gently. “Head down and feet apart,” I ordered, and she quickly complied.I let my hand wander between her legs and slide across her pussy. This treatment was obviously having the desired effect as she was now very wet again. I slipped two fingers into her and she immediately made a small movement back to greet them, but I pulled them out straight away and let them trail back to her anus. I felt her stiffen under my touch as I stroked circles around the pucker spreading her pussy juices as I went. I dipped back into her pussy to gather more juices and then repeated my circles round her anus. I did this several times and she began to relax and accept it. I picked up the plug that lay with the other toys on the bed next to her.“Give me your hand,” I said. I held the plug by the base with one hand and used the other to guide her hand. “Feel it and tell me what you think this is.”She let her fingers wander over the mystery object trying to discover its shape and purpose.“What do you suppose that might be?” I asked her.“I don’t know, Miss.”“And where do you think it might go?”“I … err … don’t know, Miss.”“Make a guess,”After a pause she replied, “in my pussy, Miss.”“Wrong,” I said with a note of triumph, “it goes in your bottom.”There was a stunned silence before she blurted out, “no, Miss,”“Oh, but yes, Miss,” I mocked, “you must learn to trust me.”I let her contemplate that while I carefully spread a generous amount of lube over the plug. It was my smallest and I knew it would fit in easily, but I wasn’t out to be cruel to the girl. This was just the next part of her education. I still had a coating of lube over my fingers so placed them back on her anus and spread it around. I tried to work some inside, but she tightened up as I did so.“Don’t be silly, girl, try and relax. Don’t fight me, it’s going in if I say it is.”I slipped the plug between the cheeks of her arse and then played the pointed end around her hole. She was trembling as I started to press it into her and she gave a little sob which I ignored but which only made me take my time. I watched as it slowly entered her, and she expanded to take it. Millimetre by millimetre I pushed it inside her. When it was about half way I took it out and then started again going a little deeper. I kept teasing her until we were on the brink. I stopped pushing and just held it there allowing her time to adjust before I let the widest part breach her virgin anus. She immediately snapped closed around the stem and it took some force to pull it out again. I made her take it and give it back several times before I let it sink into her one last time and I let go.I had been so focussed on what I was doing I’d taken no notice how Rose was reacting. She had now stopped her pitiful sobbing and half lay over the end of the bed breathing heavily. I looked past the plug and could see that her juices were beginning to run down her thighs. I took her hand and told her to stand up. I led her to the centre of the room and ordered her to walk round in a circle while I stood at the centre guiding her. At first she canlı bahis siteleri hobbled like an invalid but as she got used to the sensation her gait became more relaxed. I led her back to the bed and told her to sit and then lie back. Still condemned to darkness she did as she was told. I climbed onto the bed and sat at her head, my legs spread wide, one on either side of her. I leant forward and whispered in her ear.“I want you to masturbate for me. Just like you do at home.”I stroked her hair as her hand moved nervously to her pussy. As she started to stroke her slit I began to caress her breasts, taking a nipple in each hand and rolling it around. They were like rivets, hard and pointing to the heavens. By now she had started to work her pussy more intensely and I began to squeeze and pull on her nipples. I watched as two fingers disappeared inside her. Her thumb was on her clit and a spare finger had explored the hard base of the plug as though she was verifying a strange dream only to find it was true. I increased the pressure on her nipples and pulled and stretched her breast this way and that, but she seemed not to notice. I could sense she was about to come. She was making strange a****l noises that became louder and louder. I tried to synchronize my hardest pinch so far with her orgasm. Whether I did or not her body went rigid as the dam burst. Slowly she began to relax so I leant close to her ear.“That was fun,” I said, “now do it again.”Without hesitation, she began to move her fingers in and out of her pussy once more and I continued to play with her nipples. I could see that her hand was drenched, and her fingers made slippery noises as they plunged in and out. Her other hand had now taken over from her thumb and was working her clit vigorously. I tried to add to her riot of sensations by adding my finger nails to the nipple pinching. This time she shouted expletives as she got close and it was almost a scream when she finally did so.I was as exhausted as she appeared to be, and I collapsed back onto the bed. I eased myself up the bed until I could rest on the pillows and looked down at the naked figure isolated at the bottom of the bed. She lay there, unmoving apart from her chest rising and falling as she gasped for air. Her hand had slipped out of her pussy and now lay beside her still visibly covered with her cum as were her thighs. I had no doubt that another wet patch was beneath her on the covers just like it had been on my skirt. As her breathing slowed to a more normal pace I gave a slight cough and I saw her twitch at the sound. It seems she had become oblivious to the world beyond her pussy. Now I had her attention I needed her back on duty.“Don’t just lie there like a lazy slut,” I said in a kindly voice, “roll over and get to work. I need to cum.”Still blindfolded she rolled onto her front and reached out wildly trying to locate me. After a little searching she found a leg and worked her way up from there. She crawled on her belly towards me and, using her hands to guide her, managed to find my pussy. This time she was less hesitant and immediately planted kisses on the outside before her tongue got to work. This time she was more adventurous in her explorations of my anatomy. I lay back on the pillows and watched her as a glow began to spread over me. Her tongue suddenly pushed deep inside me and probed my insides. It felt amazing and I recognised that this girl had potential. I had been disappointed last time, but she seemed grateful for a second chance and determined to make up for it this time. Taking a clue from what had been done to her, she slipped her tongue out and replaced it with a pair of fingers that probed deeper than her tongue could reach. Her lips sought out and found my clit and latched onto it suckling it like a nipple. I relaxed and allowed myself to build slowly. She continued to suck on my clit as her fingers started to slide in and out. I had been softly stroking her hair but as I got close I grabbed handfuls and pulled her in tight to me. Sensing correctly what this signal meant she added even more vigour. Whether she could breathe I didn’t know, and I cared even less as my orgasm ripped through me. I was brought back to reality by her frantic head movements and I relaxed my hold on her enough that she could take a few deep breaths. Her face was red with the effort she had put in, but I wasn’t done yet and I pulled her back in.“Again, bitch,” I managed to gasp.All credit to her she tried her best, renewing her attacks on my pussy and my clit, somehow managing to take the occasional breath. As always my second orgasm was close on the heels of the first. I yelled expletives as I came, once again holding her face tight to my pussy. As the waves subsided I let my fingers slip from her hair. She came up like a drowning woman and took several life-giving gulps of air. Through half-closed eyes I looked at her. The lower half of her face was slick with slime. She looked exactly like she was, a woman who had been buried in a pussy and accepted all the cum she could take, in other words a perfect and beautiful mess. I summoned up the strength to reach down and pull off the blindfold and she blinked as the light hit her eyes. She gazed up at me with a look of adoration. Whether or not she was surprised to find me naked seemed unimportant as she just gazed into my eyes and grinned happily. I held out my arms inviting her to come and lay beside me. She struggled to crawl up the bed but finally lay next to me and snuggled in with my arm around her. She was a total mess and smelled of sweat and sex which was exactly right, and I breathed her in. Without disturbing her too much I managed to cover us both with a blanket. I extricated my arm and turned onto my side and she spooned into me from behind, one arm around my waist. I think she fell asleep almost immediately and I followed soon after. I still had the problem of her and Yvonne to sort out but that could wait until the morning when Yvonne would return.To be continued…

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The Family Arrangement 3 – THE TRACEY TAPES!!If you’ve read parts 1 and 2 of this saga, you’ll know that myself and an old GF, Carol, had regular playmates, Steve and Brenda, who had tried to hide from us that they had a ‘Family Arrangement’ with their k(id)s, Debbie and James.You’ll also know that we got invited to a party at their home, where in the last part I got to fuck Debbies ‘boss’, Melissa. Those of you who are into details will also remember that Melissa came along with another girl called….. Tracey.For those of you not from the UK, you may not understand what the term ‘Essex Girl’ conjures up as an image in the minds of British men – BIG tits, curvy, blonde, loads of make up, legs that go all the way up their arses (or asses, if you’re in the good old U.S of A), not endowed with too many brain cells…. and complete and utter SLAGS!!! For example, here’s an Essex Girl joke:- What’s the first thing an Essex Girl does after having sex? She switches on the car interior light….. There are many others, probably a lot better than that one, but I hope you get the idea?Anyway, at Steve and Bren’s party, I had watched Tracey getting fucked, DP’d, then fucked again by all the other guys there – Steve and James, and Liam and Darren, two guys Steve had literally invited that afternoon from his gym! By the time I got a look in, my bollocks were drained (into Melissa, Debbie and Brenda – Lol!) and I was shattered! However, fortunately Steve and Brenda had a huge bath (bath tub) in their home. You could easily sit 6 people in it and, around midnight, I found myself sitting in the bath enjoying a glass of wine, when who should appear through the door, but Tracey. I’d FINALLY got her alone!Giggling, with her gorgeous tits swaying and bouncing around (I did a ‘man-guess’ and reckoned they must have been around a 36/38 FF or even GG, which looked superb on her 5ft 5in tall frame), and trying not to drop the half drunk bottle of Prosecco she was taking mouthfuls from (her third bottle of the evening), she gingerly dipped her very attractive foot and leg into the bath, followed it with the other and sat down, sloshing the water over the sides and into the foam. She sat directly opposite me and, within seconds, I felt her toes coming up between my legs and nestling neatly right under my nut sack. As she bounced my balls up and down in the warm, sudsy water, she giggled and cooed, and blew me a few kisses. She was absolutely pissed! As much as I wanted to fuck her right there and then, I actually wanted her to be reasonably sober so we’d both enjoy it – I’ve never been one for taking advantage of a woman when she’s drunk. It’s just no fun in my book, and I’d actually like them to remember the fucking I’ve given them, come the morning.So, I slid around the ledge seat below the water so that we were sitting hard up against each other, with the foam bubbles squeezing out between wherever our bodies met.“So……. got any spunk left for me then?” Tracey giggled.“I don’t think so luv” I moaned. “And I so wanted to play with you tonight….” I must have looked liked a poor k** who’d just opened his birthday presents hoping for Buzz Lightyear – but getting Mr Potato Head!“Awwwww….. poor Roger” said Tracey, as she pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek, finishing with a little lick of my lips. “I wanted you to fuck my arse, too. Brenda’s been telling me how good at it you are. It was reeeeally nice of you to break her in the way you did”.Some months before when Carol and I hadn’t long known them, Brenda had asked me to take her anal virginity. I was amazed for a 50 yr old woman that she’d never had anal sex before, but she hadn’t. She’d wanted to try it for quite a while, but never met a guy she trusted enough, and Steve had a rather more bulbous than average cockhead, and she’d thought that that would hurt too much. So, one night when they came round, we made it an ‘Anal Special’ so Steve fucked my Carol up the arse all night (she loved anal and had taken some pretty large meat up her bum since I’d known her, so Steve’s great big dome of a cockhead didn’t faze her at all!), and I introduced Brenda to the joys of an anal orgasm. If you want to know how, read my “Definitive Guide to Anal” in my stories and you’ll see how we went about it.Anyway, back to Tracey… Clearly Brenda had been filling her in on my anal ‘talents’, and Tracey wanted my thick ole meat up her bum, too.“So, when are we going to get together?” I asked her.“Soon as!” exclaimed Tracey, getting all excited at the prospect. So I asked her for her phone number and said I’d text her next day after I’d cleared it with Carol. I’ve always done that when swinging as part of a couple – there should be no secrets and nothing ‘underhanded’, no matter what it is. I knew all about Carol’s blokes and when she was playing with them, and I returned the compliment.Next morning I had a chat with Carol. She was surprised illegal bahis I didn’t take the opportunity to fuck Tracey when we were in the bath, but she also thought it would be better to do it from when we were both sober. Then she suggested something which really surprised me: “Why don’t you take her away for a couple of nights?” I was staggered!! “Er…. okay luv. That’s a great idea, but I doubt a young girl like her would want to go away with a bloke my age?”“Don’t be daft – the pair of you will enjoy it. Give me her number – I’ll call her and sort it out”And, with that, she did! So, a few weekends later, there was me and Tracey (looking like I’d rented her for the weekend!) standing on the platform of Waterloo Railway Station in the centre of London, waiting for the train to Portsmouth, of all places! Carol had told her that there is a really good shopping mall there (which there is!) and that I’d treat her to some ‘bits n pieces’ – that was more than enough to get Tracey signed up! I’d booked a Premier Inn I’d stayed in before right by Portsmouth Station which I knew was pretty good for a city centre Inn. When the train pulled out we were like a couple of k**s sneaking away on our first dirty weekend. Tracey kept kissing me all over my face, hugging me and stroking the inside of my thigh with her hand all the way there. It was just a pity we were in an open carriage and no compartments were on the train, or we’d have been fucking our way to Portsmouth!We got there and made our way to the hotel, which was only just over 5 mins from the station. When we booked in, the concierge said “You’ve stayed here before, Sir?” I was surprised and looked at Tracey. She just grinned and whispered…”Bring all yer tarts here, do ya..?” I tried to muffle a laugh.“Yes I have” I answered, “about two years ago”“Would you like the same room, Sir?” “Er… yes. I do remember it being nice and large”“Yes and…… quiet”… there was a suggestive tone to the concierges voice.“That’ll be fine” I said, and within less than a minute we had our keys and were in the lift to the top floor. The room was at the other end of the hotel, away from noise and ‘interruptions’ – why that became an advantage, I’ll tell you later.We walked in and Tracey made a bee-line for the loo. “I’m burstin’, Rog!” she called as I heard her pull her knickers down in a rush, plonk herself on the seat and a noise not unlike Victoria Falls in the rainy season came from the other side of the door. I checked the room out, got the telly working (well you have to, don’t you?) and laid on the bed. Tracey emerged from the loo after a couple of minutes and jumped up on the bed with me.“So, what we gonna do then, Rog? Fuck now? Eat now? – and before you answer, I’m starving’!” so there was my hint that we should enjoy a pleasant evening meal together. This turned out to be a pizza (Tracey’s ‘fave’ apparently) in an upmarket Italian trattoria about 10 mins walk from the hotel.All the time we were having dinner, there were a couple of waiters Tracey kept eyeing up. When we got about halfway through dessert, I couldn’t help myself anymore and asked “Have I got competition this weekend then?”Tracey looked back at me, a bit shocked.“No Rog. Course not” she said, all indignant. “My arsehole is yours this weekend – no other fuckas!” and she took a large spoonful of her Tiramisu and stuffed it in her face! When she finished that mouthful she added… “But they’re cute. How about I get their numbers and we get ‘em round for a four-way before we go ‘ome?” I tried to muffle a laugh. This was typical Tracey. I grinned and said it would be a good idea and, with that, she was off out of her seat and up to the bar talking to these two guys. They looked in their mid 20’s, around Tracey’s age and looked pretty fit, so I could quite see why she fancied sampling their cocks. A couple of minutes later, she toddled back to the table. “Got them?” I asked.“Yep. Told ‘em your me sugar daddie – you got a load a dosh but yer dick don’t work too well…… and you’ll pay ‘em to fuck me”“WHAAAAAATTTTT????” I nearly spat my coffee out! “I haven’t got enough to pay them!”“Shhhhhhhhh ya dozy git. You won’t have to pay ‘em a penny once I’ve given ‘em a good seeing-to!” retorted Tracey. I was relieved, but she clearly had in mind what she was going to do to them.Anyway, we finished the meal, Tracey blew kisses to the two waiters on the way out and we wandered back to the hotel. We got back to our room and laid on the bed letting the meal ‘process’. After about an hour, I got stripped down to my boxers and Tracey toddled off to the bathroom to change into one of the many, many sets of bra and panties she’d brought for the weekend. When she emerged from the bathroom my cock almost stood to attention as she posed by the door! She was wearing the same wine-red glimmering mini dress she had on when we met at Steve and Brenda’s! She strolled illegal bahis siteleri slowly towards the bed, teasing me with every step. “I thought we’d have a bit of a replay…..” she cooed through her pouting, red lips, and with that she climbed onto the bed and crept on her hands and knees toward me. As she got to me, her hand went straight to the bulge in my shorts and she expertly massaged it up and down, my cock hardening with every stroke.In a blur we were both naked, and I was on top of her with my cock thrust deep inside her. She felt fantastic inside. I’d thought she’d have had so much sex in her 25-26 years that her pussy would be slack and lacking any sensation. In fact, she was the complete opposite – she was tight as a glove! It was like my cock and her pussy were made for each other! We fucked for nearly an hour – nothing special, it was just all the stuff a male/female couple do together (missionary, doggie, oral both ways, scissors etc etc) and both of us were loving it!I’d cum inside her, which she’d loved and she went down on my cock and sucked it clean. We laid back on the bed for a breather and a glass of Prosecco (you’ll gather that Prosecco was a big thing in Traceys’ life!) then she said “So when am I getting me bum reamed out then?”I chuckled. Then she said “But it want it just ‘ow you did it wiv Brend! None of this missionary shit!” I introduce nearly all women to anal by doing it in reverse cowgirl. That way, the woman is in control of the depth of penetration, AND I get to sink my cock right up to the hilt normally as a result – and that’s good for me!I smiled at Tracey and she grinned back. I grabbed my man bag from the bedside unit and delved into it, looking for…… BOOTY RELAX! For those of you not in the UK, Booty Relax is a silicone-rich anal lube with NO numbing agent – far safer than any with Benzocaine in it. I showed it to Tracey who, with a squeal, jumped up and got herself on all-fours, turned so I was looking straight at her wide open bum cheeks, and backed towards me so it was an effortless reach from tube to arsehole!I squeezed a liberal amount out onto my fingers, looked up and hesitated for a moment as I took in the sight of her waxed and, rather obviously bleached, shithole! It was sooooo white and gleaming, I was convinced if you stuck a torch up there it could have doubled as a lighthouse! I reached forwards and my fingers carefully inched their way into her anus. She moaned pleasantly as first two, then three, then four fingers went in, slipping easily with the silicone lube. When I had her gaping slightly, I lent forward with the tube in my other hand, inserted the tip of the tube through my fingers and squeezed again. Nearly half the tube had gone into her bum, and she was wriggling with the motion my fingers were making. All the while she was making cooing noises and grinding her bum against my knuckles.“That should do ya…” I said. “let’s sort me out now.” And as I withdrew my fingers to lube myself up, Tracey suddenly turned around, grabbed the tube out of my hand, squeezed half a handful into her palm and went straight to my rock hard cock. She expertly rolled her hand back and forth from tip to base, making sure not a single skin cell didn’t have lube on it. It might have been a rather slippery wank due to the Booty Relax, but my balls were already aching and I knew we had to get on with it before I ruined the show! “Right” said Tracey, “Get on the floor babe”. I got down off the bed and laid alongside the base, leaving her enough room to get her foot and leg in, but close enough so she could hold on to the mattress to steady herself. I started to wank myself further to make sure I was as hard as possible, and she got off the bed, turned her back towards me as she stood astride my torso and sat almost exactly on target hovering just above the tip of my cock.“ Do you remember what to do luv?” I asked her.“Yeah, I’ve gotta push like I’m gonna shit meself, ain’t I?” she replied. At least she’d listened to Brenda… “That’s right luv – but do that when you’re actually sitting on my bell end, or you might just shit yourself for real!” She giggled at that, then lowered herself just a couple of centimetres further and I felt her sphincter touch my glans for the first time. Even through the slikyness of the lube it felt fucking great! “When you’re ready baby” I said, and held my hands up to her mid lower back to help steady her as she descended.A second or two later I felt her take a deep breath and could feel her bum hole opening slightly and then she started to lower herself, bending at the knees. Her bum hole was a LOT tighter than I expected – waaay tighter than Brenda’s had been when I first fucked her anally a few months before. I was a bit concerned that it was too tight for her, so was ready for her to bail out, but she didn’t. Tracey slowly, but surely, continued to lower herself canlı bahis siteleri down my shaft, panting quietly as my thick girth stretched her ring further and further. She had got about half way down when suddenly she stopped.“You okay baby?” I asked, genuinely concerned.“Yep” she replied, through pursed lips. “If it’s too much, just stop baby” I said, trying to help.“Fuck that” She barked back. “I didn’t come all the way down here not to get my arse reamed properly!” and, with that, she gritted her teeth and sank down the remaining half of my shaft in one swift movement until her bum cheeks slapped against me with a squish of lube as she did so. She let out a gasp of both surprise and relief all at once, and her arms swung back as her hands landed on my ribs. She arched her back and I could feel her trying to tighten her anal muscles to grip my cock, but without much success. She groaned and moaned as she rocked back and forward with my shaft deep inside her bowels. She went slightly limp for a moment and I thought she was about to pass out, but she recovered just as quickly and then began to raise herself back up my shaft almost to the head. Then down again, then up, then down, up, down, up…… within a few motions she had got into her rhythm and I just helped by holding her bum cheeks as she bounced up and down on my stiff meat. Soon she was really getting into it “YESSSSS…… YESSSSSSS…… YESSSSSS…..!!!!” she was starting to almost shout (at which point I was glad we were tucked away in the end room!). Tracey carried on bouncing up and down on my cock getting more and more confident with every rise and fall of her gorgeous body.“Fuck me, Rog, THIS is what I came here for” she gasped as she kept the rhythm going, “Getting my arse well and truly FUUUUUUCKED!!” The more she kept on about it, the closer I was getting to blowing my load. I don’t think I’d arse fucked a woman with a tighter anus before and I was loving it every bit as much as Tracey was. I looked up at her back and her blonde hair was being thrown around her head in wild freedom, sweat was running down her back and starting to drip onto my belly.Then, without warning, she suddenly stood up, my cock popping out of her arse. She spun to face me, dropped onto all fours and, quick as a flash, she had my cock first in her hand, then straight into her pouting lips and mouth! She started sucking my cock for all she was worth, and I noticed her free hand had disappeared between her legs and, from the angle, I could tell she was sticking a couple of her fingers up her bum. She sucked harder and harder. I could see the lube squeezing out all around her mouth, together with a slight tan shade which had come with it out of her back passage. She was sucking it all – my pre-cum, the lube, and her own detritus – all together like a salty, sex-filled cocktail. She was uncontrollable! She sucked and sucked, and sucked…. and before too long I was blowing my load into her mouth. My sticky man-goo shot into her throat – once, twice, three times – and a fourth! Tracey was sucking every bit of spunk I had in my body! I knew gave a good blow job, but this time it was way off the scale!!! I came over and over, until I had no more. Tracey collapsed into my crotch exhausted from all the effort. I thought “Christ, I’ve worn out a 25 year old! So much for me worrying about her not wanting to come away for a sex-filled weekend with a guy twice her age!”We lay there together for several minutes. I stroked her head, and she clung on to my legs whilst one hand stroked my rapidly shrinking cock. “Wow…….” she whispered, breathing deeply. “Wow…….”“Was that what you expected baby…?” I asked, gingerly.“Everything……and a whole lot more….. I’ve never had anal like that, Rog. How the fuck did you learn to do that?”I thought that was a bit too much to say it was all my work, as she’d been the one gyrating on my cock, but I told her the story all about Nikki the porn star I’d gone out with when I was her age (you can read about that in my stories too) and told her how often I’d introduced women to the pleasures of anal sex since then.“I’ll have to tell me mates about you – you could have bookings every night of the week with that technique!” she exclaimed.After a little longer laying together on the floor, I suggested we get a bit more comfortable, get showered to get the lube off and lay on the bed. She agreed and we showered together, which was a truly sensual experience, and Tracey particularly enjoyed it when I got my exfoliating gloves out and ‘did her all over’ paying special attention to all her favourite little ‘zones’. Then we dried off, wandered back to the bed and laid back. Tracey cuddled up to me and we kissed like an established couple, me running my hands all over her body and her gently stroking my cock.After a while, the conversation got round to earlier in the evening and I asked what she had said to the two waiters in the pizza place. “Oh I asked if they’d like to come over for a gangbang later” was the reply. “You up for it, Rog?”I said…… Well, dear reader, that really ought to be the next part of the story….. lol!

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My incest group sex -1deleteddeletedHi Friends, I am an Indian married lady. Here’s my i****t story:“I LOVE YOU!” My husband, of 9 hours, slurred, as he proceeded to drunkenly slide down the leather sofa, and fall asleep.My wedding day had been everything that I had ever wished for; it was my 19th birthday, the weather was warm and dry, my dress made me feel like a princess, and the flowers in the church looked absolutely wonderful.BEST CONTENT FOR YOU TODAY28:06Naman’s dad, Varun, held me, and said, “we’ll take him to bed, for you.” “Amit, grab an arm!” he shouted to his brother. They then dragged my husband through the hotel lounge, leaving me to say goodnight, and apologise, to the last few of our guests.Naman had been drinking since breakfast, and the champagne, wine and beer had finally taken its toll. When he was this drunk, Naman, would sleep like a baby, until 10 or 11 o’clock in the morning.“Where do you want him?” Varun asked, as we entered the bridal suite. “On the bed, I suppose,” I replied.After they had, unceremoniously, dropped him onto the bed, Amit asked, “should I undress him?” Again I replied, “I suppose so.”Varun was divorced from Naman’s’ mum, leaving Naman to be brought up by his domineering mother, Linda. Naman’s’ dad and uncle are both six feet tall, with rugged good looks. Naman looks more, like his mother, small, thin and very pretty.I was sitting on the sofa, feeling very sorry for myself, when Varun said, smiling, “I’m sorry, my dear, but, you’re going to be disappointed, on your wedding night.” As he handed me a glass of champagne, from our bottle, next to the bed.“Looking at the size of his cock, she’s going to be disappointed every night!” Amit shouted, as he pulled down his nephew’s pants.“Jesus Christ! My balls are bigger than that!” Varun laughed, as he bent over the bed for a closer look, at his son’s private parts.Amit was; now, flicking Naman’s cock, from side to side, with his middle finger. I chuckled at the sight.“I hope that he’s good with his tongue, ‘cos a little thing like that won’t satisfy a beautiful girl like you.” Varun said, looking me straight in the eye, smiling. “What do you mean?” I stammered. “You know…” and he wiggled his tongue. “Oh, my God no!” I gasped, and held my hand up to my face to hide my embarrassment. By now he was sitting next to me. “You mean he’s never tasted your nectar, and made you scream like a banshee?” he quizzed me. I shook my head. “Never?” Again I shook my head.“I don’t believe it,” he addressed Amit, “If he doesn’t go down, on a gorgeous young girl like this, and that’s all he has,” pointing to Naman’s sad little cock, “, she’ll be fucking anything that moves, before Christmas, girls like this have got to be kept satisfied.” “Next, you’ll be telling us that he’s the only man that you’ve ever been fucked by.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and took another gulp of champagne, and nodded. “You don’t think that all men are that size, do you?” They both laughed. I shrugged my shoulders.It was true, Naman was my first real boyfriend, I had met him four years previously, when I was 15 and he was 19.Varun had reputation with women, usually with young barmaids, which caused the breakdown of his marriage, 10 years ago, he had one, too many affairs. Unusually, his ex-wife still had a soft spot for him, letting him stay at her house, for long weekends. I’d only met him four times before today, as he lived at the other end of the country, and had always found him to be very friendly, but a little bit flirtatious.Turning to face me, he started to unzip his fly, and pulled out his massive penis, it was about 7 inches long and as thick as my wrist. My eyes nearly popped out, and my jaw fell open. “You can touch it, if you like,” he said as he winked at Amit.Tentatively I stroked it with one finger, then it jerked, and I pulled my hand away. As I was staring at this magnificent object, it grew larger and harder, before my very eyes, until it was about 9 inches long. “Get a proper hold,” he whispered as he placed my hand back onto his cock. Again, I stroked it, and the feeling was wonderful, as I had my whole hand wrapped around the shaft, and began to rub up and down, “grip it tighter and rub it faster,” he commanded, I did as I was told.“What do you think?” Varun asked. I couldn’t stop myself, “It’s so big, it’s wonderful.” I continued wanking him. “If you think this is big, you should see his!” Both men laughed.When I looked up Amit had removed his trousers, and was walking towards me, his cock was jutting out like a large cigar, dark in colour, and about 10 inches long, instinctively, I put my other hand out to hold it. Amit was longer, but slimmer than his brother was, and I immediately began wanking him, too.My head was spinning, it was my wedding night, my new husband was naked and snoring on our bed, but here I was wanking my father in law and one of his uncles.Amit moved closer, “Put you tongue out,” I did, and he rubbed the tip of his cock along it, then around my ruby red lips. “Open wide!” He said, laughing. I complied and gently, illegal bahis he slipped his cock into my mouth. I was surprised that there was no taste or smell, but the action of having a cock in my mouth, had my fanny tingling.Amit put his hands along the side of my head, and stroked my hair, and wedding veil, as he moved his hips, gently pushing himself in and out of my mouth, “Suck it like a lollipop” he whispered, I did.Varun moved my hand off his own cock, and began pulling the zip down, on my wedding dress, and unclipped my bra. While I continued sucking Amit, Varun pulled my dress down to expose my breasts. With both hands he began stroking my small breasts and nipples, which felt like bullets.“That’s enough,” Amit said as he withdrew his cock, “any more of that and I’ll shoot!”“Stand up,” Varun told me, as I did so, my wedding dress fell to the floor, leaving me in my shoes, seamed stockings and matching silk knickers and suspender belt, which had small pink bows on.“Wow! She looks fucking lovely,” Varun said to Amit, “When was the last time that you saw tits that pointed up like that?” I picked up my glass and smiled as I took a sip, revelling in my sexiness, while the two men stared at my body, and discussed it in the crudest of terms, as they undressed.As both were in their fifties, their bodies were quite soft, but they looked fantastic, as their long cocks pointed at me from their neatly trimmed, grey pubic hair.Moving my dress to one side, Amit ushered me back onto the sofa, were I sat between them. Varun kissed me, then guided my head down to his thick and bulbous knob. I gripped onto the shaft as I opened my mouth to take the first couple of inches in, I felt like a whore as I began bobbing my head, forcing as much lovely cock into my mouth as I could take, sucking like my life depended on it. I felt Amit stroking my tits, then, my nylon clad legs. He pulled my left leg onto his lap, which left my legs wide open, giving him unhindered access between my legs.His fingers gently stroked my crack, making me shiver, with excitement. “Fucking hell, she’s pissed herself!” He laughed, as my moisture had saturated my knickers. “You’d better take them off, then,” his brother replied. Still sucking on Varun’s thick cock, I moved my hips and bottom, so he could slide them off. When they were off, I immediately replaced my leg back onto his lap, I had never felt this horny before, and my fanny was throbbing, to prove it.“Varun, look at this, her cunt’s winking at me!” Amit said as he slid one, then two fingers into my dripping love box. Their dirty talk was turning me on, as much as any of their other actions. His fingers were now going in deeper than Naman’s cock had ever done. It felt so good I had to take the cock out of my mouth, as I was struggling to breathe. As Amit continued jamming his fingers into me, he moved his other hand through my forest of pubic hair, until he found my ‘special button’, with only two or three strokes, I was screaming ‘like the banshee’ that Varun had promised.As I flopped across their laps, Varun and Amit took swigs from the champagne bottle. “Now it’s our turn,” Amit said, as he knelt at the end of the sofa, opening my legs, and aiming his monster at my entrance, “No, no, no, I shouldn’t,” I whimpered, but my fanny was screaming, “FUCKME! FUCKME! FUCKME!”“It’s too late too worry about your reputation now!” Varun chuckled as he played with my tits, and I played with his heavy balls. Amit nudged his cock against my hole, then slid it inside, in one long go. I groaned with pleasure, as it filled my body, like it had never been filled before. With my legs so wide apart, Amit was sliding in and out with the greatest of ease. Varun then turned my head and placed it back onto his lovely cock, “Don’t worry it won’t take long now,” he whispered as I began sucking and wanking like a woman possessed. With Amit increasing his speed, I could feel my tits shaking like jellies, then he stopped, and with one final thrust, I felt my womb get hotter and hotter as his spunk flooded inside me, I immediately clasped my legs around him, so as not to lose a drop.BEST CONTENT FOR YOU TODAY23:00Enjoying the moment, I stopped sucking on Varun’s cock. So he took over, with a hand holding my head in place he wanked himself, firing jet after jet of hot spunk into my mouth, I tried to pull away, but he held me in place, making sure every drop went inside. It was hot, sticky and very lumpy as it slid down my throat.Amit slowly withdrew from me, but kept my legs open, “I love to watch my spunk drip out of a freshly fucked cunt,” he told me. As I was savouring the taste of Varuns’s spunk, I felt two of Amit’s fingers touch my clitoris, slowly making circles, then he increased his speed, and again, I was panting and groaning as an orgasm tore through my body.Varun and Amit, gathered their clothes, and got dressed, as I lay curled up on the leather sofa, glowing with sexual satisfaction, as I looked at my husband snoring on our bed.As they left, they gave me deep and sensual kisses, fingering me at the illegal bahis siteleri same time.While I was kissing Amit, Varun ran his hand through my pubes, ” When we fuck you, next time, this will have to go,” He whispered into my ear and winked.I was constantly, on heat for the whole week of my honeymoon. All I could think about was my wedding night with Varun and Amit. Every time Naman and I had sex, I was thinking of his father and uncle. Sadly, Naman being Naman, we only had sex three times, each time, very quickly, with him on top. I was desperate to show him my ‘new skills’, but never had the courage to try, so I had to content myself with masturbation in the bathroom.I couldn’t stop thinking about Varuns ‘goodbye’ –”When we fuck you, next time”, what did that mean?I got the answer the day after we arrived home, the phone rang, I answered, “Did you have a nice time?” I recognised the voice, it was Varun, my legs turned to jelly, and my heart started thumping, “Yes thanks,” I stammered. “Does he know?” He asked, “No, of course not,” I whispered. “Has it gone?” was his next question. “Has what gone?” I returned the question, he laughed, “Never mind that, Amit and I want to visit this weekend, have you got room for two little ones?” I got the giggles. “Yes, of course.” We made arrangements for their arrival, for the Friday night, his last words were, “Wear your stockings.” Then he put the phone down.Naman was pleased that his dad was coming to visit, but I spent my time planning to get rid of him for a couple of hours!At 7.30, the door- bell rang. Naman answered; it was his Dad and Uncle Amit. The men shook hands, but Varun and Amit both kissed me on the lips, and Varun squeezed my ass, ” Good girl, you’ve got them on!” he commented. I had put my wedding stockings on, under a loose skirt, with a nice fitted blouse, that emphasised my small breasts. When Naman had commented, on my stockings, earlier, I told him that I had a special treat for him later.After a nice meal and a few drinks, we went into the living room, “Come here and sit next to your father in law,” Varun patted the middle cushion on the sofa. I felt my nipples stiffen as I sat between him and Amit.Naman brought more wine and beer.“Son, you were a bit of a disappointment, on your wedding night,” his father told him bluntly. Naman started to make excuses, “It’s a good job, your Uncle and I were there to uphold the family reputation.” I blushed, madly, as Naman looked confused. As one put his arm around me, and stroked my tit, the other lifted my skirt, exposing the lace top, and stroked my leg, I was helpless, to stop them.“After seeing your small cock, and Katie here, telling us what a boring bastard you are in bed, your Uncle and I have decided to service her, to stop her fucking about and being unfaithful, to you. Keeping it in the family.” Naman began to speak, but his dad continued.“When you were asleep, pissed, we had to give her the fucking that a bride deserves on her wedding night.” Naman looked shocked, “No, don’t thank us, it’s what families are for.” Amit told him firmly, then, they began to laugh.Naman sat, on the floor, against an armchair, unable to speak.Pushing me by the arm, Varun commanded me, “Stand up, and show us your knickers.” Unable to wipe the grin from my face, I jumped up, stood in front of them, lifting my skirt, showing my stockings and transparent knickers.Like connoisseurs, they studied me, “Take the skirt and blouse off,” was the next command. Laughing, I unbuttoned the skirt, and kicked it towards Naman, I slowly lifted the blouse over my head, and threw this at Naman, who was now smiling, and I could see his hard on straining against his jeans.“Come here,” Varun said, as he curled his finger, in my direction.Sexily, I walked toward my father in law. When I stood in front of him, he ran his fingers over the front of my pants, scratching at my pubes, ” I thought so, it’s still there. I told you it would have to go, before we would fuck you again.” Just like my wedding night the ‘dirty talk’ was turning me on.“Naman, get me a towel and hot water, some scissors and your shaving tackle.” Varun sent his son out of the room.My God, they wanted me to shave my pubes! The idea was exciting.When Naman returned, I was made to take my bra and knickers off, and lie back, over the sofa arm, where they had spread the towel, with my legs wide apart.The three gathered around, Varun and Naman, swigging from their cans of beer. Amit combed my pubes, making them stand proud, then gently began cutting the hair, brushing the loose curls into a dish, “Open wide, we don’t want any accidents,” he joked. I spread my legs as wide as they would go, exposing my steaming fanny to them. As he trimmed between my legs, he kept telling me ‘what a pretty little cunt I had’, and ‘how stretched it now looked, since he had fucked me’. I was on fire and needed some cock urgently.When he was satisfied, he produced the shaving brush and after lathering it, rubbed the warm soap all over my private parts, I was squirming, with desire now. canlı bahis siteleri Then, with short, careful strokes he glided the razor over the wet stubble, paying special attention, between my legs, slowly, gently, cutting the last of my pubic hair, only leaving a two inch strip, above my clit, it was, to be, my ‘porno strip’, he said.“Now, isn’t that the cutest cunt that you’ve ever seen,” he asked the others, they agreed, even Naman, who looked like his cock might explode any moment.Keeping me in this position, Varun knelt before me, “Watch and learn, this is how you pleasure a woman.” He told Naman. He buried his face into my sopping wet hole, and I let out a loud moan, as he ran his tongue along the lips, this was the most fantastic feeling that I had ever experienced, even better than fucking. Varun was lapping at my fanny like a puppy, then flicking my clit, with the tip of his tongue. I was going wild. When he slipped some fingers in, and licked my button at the same time, I howled, as the orgasm ripped through my entire body.Panting for breath, they pulled me onto the sofa. Varun pushed his fat cock into my pulsating fanny, stretching it, just like my wedding night. I wrapped my legs around his back, and met each of his thrusts with one of my own. Our bodies were squashed together, as I hung on while he fucked me. Within a couple of minutes, he was unloading his come into my belly; shaking like a leaf, I needed more cock.As they changed over, I looked down at the strip of hair on my fanny, to see a stream of spunk running out of my hole, and onto the sofa.Without any ceremony Amit lifted my ankles onto his shoulders and slid his cock in, the length took my breath away; the angle that he was kneeling at was fantastic, for me, as his long thrusts, again filled my belly. Varun knelt beside me, and offered his sticky, spunk-covered cock, for me to suck, I took it willingly. The smell and taste were wonderful, pure sex, obviously he was only semi-hard now, which meant that I could get more into my mouth, and he knew it, as he tried to get it into my throat, as I caressed his big balls.“Look what you’ve been missing, son.” Varun laughed at Naman who was now wanking onto my tits for the third time, watching me suck his dad’s cock as his uncle fucked me.“Fucking hell Varun, you’ve stretched her cunt so much, I’m not touching the sides,” Amit, light-heartedly moaned, “if I’m going to come I need something tighter than this.”Both men pulled their cocks out, and Amit told me to get on my knees. I complied, holding onto the top of the sofa, and spread my legs, for better access (or so I thought). Amit roughly shoved two fingers into my fanny, which was soaked with my love juice and Varuns come, and pulled out some goo. He smeared this between my bum cheeks, concentrating on my other hole. The feeling was quite sensual, as it was the first time that I had ever had this touched. Suddenly, he pushed a finger into my tiny, ass hole!The sharp pain was wonderful, but it didn’t prepare me for what came next. He gently probed the hole with the tip of his cock, then slowly pushed it in. “No! No! No!” I screamed, as the first inch penetrated me, he then pulled it back a little bit, which was just as painful, then in a couple of inches, repeating the exercise, until most of his cock was in my tight, virgin, asshole. After a couple of minutes the pain subsided, my hole was still stinging, but I was stretching to accommodate this long thin cock. His fingers slid underneath, sliding unaided into my fanny, “Come and feel her cunt, she loves it, she’s soaking!” He shouted to Varun, who joined him, inserting his own fingers in me. I was rocking backwards and forwards with each stroke, in my ass, as he increased his speed.As they fingered me a thumb brushed against my clit, sending me into orbit again. As I did this, Amit picked up speed, again, as he was now sliding into my ass hole with ease. With a huge groan, he gripped my hips, and rammed into me, filling my ass with spunk. When he pulled out, my hole felt as if it was on fire, but it was a wonderful feeling as I felt the come ooze out, onto the sofa.I lay on the sofa, getting my breath back as the three men, sat opposite drinking beer, telling me how good I looked, and how ‘good’ I was. I stroked my freshly shaved pussy, it felt soft, smooth and silky, and was covered with sticky spunk. Theatrically, I ran two fingers from my stretched bum hole, along my swollen cunt, scooping out a load of goo and then licked it off like an ice cream.We sat around, for the next hour, or so, drinking beer and wine. The rest of the weekend continued in the same vein, with me fucking and sucking, Varun and Amit, together and separately, whenever they wanted me.When we went for dinner, on the Saturday evening, Varun insisted that I couldn’t wear my knickers, which gave them loads of opportunities to feel my fanny and finger me, in taxis and pubs.On the Sunday afternoon, while I was sucking his cock one last time. Varun told his son, that, in future, he couldn’t have sex with me in the week leading up to their visits, and the night before their arrival, he must shave my pubes, so that I would be ‘ready for action’!After all, it was for his own good, because with out his father and uncle ‘servicing me’, I would be out ‘fucking strangers’.

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Realtor Ruby . A interactive story.I was bent over the end of the couch. Her 10” cock slammed harder with each thrust into my throbbing asshole. Her thumbs holding my cheeks apart, she hate fucked my boy box. My cock was shriveled almost inside of me as she took her aggression out on me. You like that you pussy? You like my big dick rammed deep inside your virgin asshole? I know you do cause your tiny cock is dripping you faggot she shouted. I felt her climbing onto my back, her big fake DD tits on my back as her cock traveled further into my bowels. Her teeth biting into my neck breaking the skin as she slammed me over and over. My wrists and ankles tied tight I couldn’t fight her off. The gag in my mouth I couldn’t talk. Her cock just slammed harder. Her thick cock jackhammering my little hole. My ass numb from the constant fucking, the lube now gone and the dry ass fucking continued. Finally she got off of me but it was far from over. She rolled me onto my back. I looked up with tears in my eyes. Her long dark hair, illegal bahis her strong jaw, blue eyes and big glossy black lips to match her dark makeup. She stood there laughing, holding her massive cock.Your pathetic! She pushed my legs up and to the side, spit on her cock and slammed it in. I cried out, mumbling through my gag. She grabbed my tit and started slapping it. Her cock slammed over and over. My cock tiny she laughed as she flicked it. You need to pay for waisting my time you little pussy she yelled. You pay with you ass around here! She pushed my feet to my head bending me in half. I was about to break her big cock pulled completely out and slammed in over and over. My asshole dry. The friction from her cock making my body shudder. One final slam and she grunted loudly as I felt her cum rush into me like a fire hose. Her cum relieved the burning friction pain. She pulled her cock out, put it back in her panties and lowered her skirt. She cut my wrists and ankles free. I sat there violated. If you want illegal bahis siteleri to see anymore places let me know Chris, I’ll see myself out. I sat on my couch thinking wtf just happened?Fifteen days ago I decided to buy my own home. I found Ruby Demato online. She was a realtor in my area. I called her up and told her what I was looking for. We seem to hit it off on our first encounter. She had a full face of makeup and was good looking. I noticed her big fake tits off the bat. She always wore tight skirts and heels with her tits popping out of her blouse. Our first meeting she showed me some nice properties but not what I was looking for. I told her everything that I wanted and didn’t want. Ruby got back to me , and a second time looking at houses eventually turned into the sixth time. I just wanted more than what she was showing me.Yesterday she called me. And said she wanted to go over a few things in my current home. She showed up at 5pm, I offered her a glass of wine and we started chatting. Her canlı bahis siteleri big tits stairing me in the face. Her blouse unbuttoned a extra 2 buttons than usual. See something you like Chris? She smiled Oh sorry I don’t mean to stare. It’s ok I paid a lot for them, and men appreciate them. She giggled Maybe you want to see more? She ripped open her blouse and removed her bra. Big round fake tittys ! She reached over and pulled off my belt. Then she straddled me putting my hands together and tying the belt around my wrists. You wanna fuck me Chris! Don’t you?Yeah I doShe stripped me nude and tied my ankles together then she gagged my mouth with a bandanna. Wtf are you doing I mumble. Oh Chris you know how many clients want to fuck me? But truth be told I don’t get fucked! I fuck! She pulled up her skirt and reached into her panties pulling out a enormous cock. She was upset I haven’t found a house.So I sat there remembering how I got here, I still haven’t found a place of my own and my ass Is really sore.A. Should I call her back?1. Look for new house 2. Tell her I want her cock3. Trick her, then tie her upB. Should I find a new realtor?1. A hot woman milf2. A hot teenC. Call the police and report her?D. Stop the story.Please comment for story to continue

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The Masturbation Quiz.My answers to the masturbation quizAre you male or female? MaleAge? 40+At what age did you start masturbating? 13, up in my bedroom naked one summer night.How many times a week do you masturbate? 2-3 timesHow many times do you orgasm each time you play with yourself? Every time! Not much point masturbating if I don’t orgasm!!Where do you masturbate:In bed? YesIn the shower? YesIn the bath? Not in the bath, but before I take a bath. Outdoors? Yes.. At work? Yes, many times in the men’s restroom jerking my load into the pan, or in my office before we went open plan.Every room in the house? Not yetIn a car while traveling along the interstate? NoWhat do you fantasize about when you play:A significant other? YesA friend? Yes my ex girl friends.A friend’s spouse? Yes. A stranger? Yes, porn girls or strippers I’ve watched in striptease bars.A co-worker? Yes, my sexy big boobed colleague Julie.A member of the same sex? Sometimes, boys back at school I masturbated illegal bahis with and did hand jobs with.A member of the opposite sex? Most times.A past lover? YesWhat position do you play in:On your back? Yes. My usual position in bed.Standing? Yes, in front of my big wall mirror.Kneeling? Yes. Kneeling wide legged is my favourite position. It stretches my muscle and I like the feel of my balls swinging.Sitting? Yes, wide legged.Lying on tummy? Not lying but sometimes on all fours in the classic fuck position.How do you play:With left hand? I play with my balls with my left hand and my cock with my right hand.With right hand? Yes, with my fist wrapped round my cock.With a toy? Yes, with women’s panties, or playing with my wife’s naked body.With water from bath? No. Written erotica? Yes. Sometimes my own erotic stories!Pictures? Yes, lots of times.Movie clips online? YesVideos? Yes, trying to coincide my cum with orgasms in the video!Something on TV? No. What is your favorite illegal bahis siteleri porn:Pictures of naked or semi naked women? Yes.Pictures of naked or semi naked men? Sometimes.Straight sex between man and woman? YesGay or lesbian sex? Yes (Lesbian)Group sex or orgies? YesBlow jobs/oral sex? Yes, especially women sucking men off.Cumshots? Yes. I imagine it’s me doing it.Age play? Yes. Love age differences, as long as everyone’s 18 or over. Especially mature women.S&M? No.Role playing? Yes, nurse, Secretary, schoolgirl.Kinky? Yes!Have you ever masturbated to:Email messages? No.A chat room dialogue? No.Exchanged stories or pictures? YesHave you ever:Been caught masturbating? Yes, masturbating in bed next to my wife, when I thought she was asleep. She didn’t mind, and helped me by snuggling next to me and stroking my thigh.Masturbated for a man/woman? Yes. Often. Early on my wife asked me to show her how a guy does it, now I often masturbate playing with her naked body canlı bahis siteleri and her playing with mine.Masturbated for the same sex? For boys back at school, and for an older gay guy I met who asked me to wank for him. I was lonely and sexually frustrated so I stripped and wanked for him.Masturbated in a group? Back at school, a bunch of us masturbated together ogling porn.Masturbated for a photo? Yes, to post on porn sites like Xhamster and Show your Dick.Masturbated for a webcam? NoMasturbated for a video? Yes to post on porn sites like XHamsterDo you ever:Play with nipples/breasts when masturbating? Only my wife’s! With her pussy, ass and legs too!Insert something or play with your ass? NoInsert something in mouth when masturbating? No.Use pain as a method of playing? No, except holding back my cum till I feel my shaft is so tight it’s going to snap!Final questions:Do you taste your cum? No.When was the last time you masturbated? Two days ago.Are you wet or hard now? My cock’s getting hard now!Are you going to masturbate now? In a couple of hours.Are you a masturbation addict? Yes. Does it turn you on to talk about masturbation? Yes. I like talking about masturbation with other men on sex discussion sites.

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