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A surprise for mom”Oh yes,” Sarah moaned, as her husband fucked her from behind, “pound me, Baby Boy.””You like my big cock, don’t you Mommy?” Gerald, her husband, role playing as her son, questioned as he slammed into her.”Oh yes, son, Mommy loves when you use her as your personal fuck toy,” Sarah declared, near orgasm… pretending to be fucked by her son her greatest turn on… the idea of i****t with the young man she had raised from a baby so taboo it always got her off.”Come for me, Mommy,” Gerald ordered, knowing his wife was close and that she craved being told what to do when they were in the bedroom.”Come inside me, son,” Sarah ordered back, the idea of her son really ejaculating in her cunt always adding to the forbidden sin of fantasy i****t.”On three, my Mommy-slut,” Gerald instructed, close to coming himself and always able to hold back a little to erupt simultaneously with his beautiful wife… he too somehow turned on by the idea of his son, his own flesh and blood, fucking his wife.”Yes, son,” Sarah moaned, “you’ve got Mommy so close.””One,” Gerald began the count, continuing to slam into her as hard as he could, wishing he was bigger than five inches and knowing that his son’s nine inches would really drive her wild… something he’d noticed after a ball game last summer when they were both naked in the locker room. “Mommy can’t hold back much longer,” Sarah moaned, beginning to bounce back to meet her husband’s hard thrusts, wishing he was as big as her college boyfriend who, at seven inches, had really filled her in a way her husband just physically couldn’t.”Not yet, Mommy,” Gerald said, “don’t you dare come until I give the order.””Yes, son, I’ll obey,” Sarah moaned, even as she kept bouncing back like a horny slut… loving the role playing of being a submissive slut to her son… so different from her day-to-day high intensity job as a lawyer.”Two, you filthy i****t slut,” Gerald counted down, knowing the name calling really got his normally prim and proper wife revved up.”Oh yes, son, fill Mommy’s cunt with your yummy cum,” Sarah moaned, the idea of having her son come down her throat, all over her face or in her cunt the nasty kink that always got her off like crazy.”And Three, come now, Mommy-slut,” Gerald ordered, as he let his balls erupt and spew inside his wife’s heated box.”Yes, Emmett,” Sarah screamed, as her orgasm erupted through her the moment she was given permission to come… trained like the Mommy-slut she desperately fantasized being.Wife and husband, portraying mother and son, came as one.Meanwhile, outside their door, stood Emmett himself, who had arrived home just a few minutes earlier from college, hoping to surprise his parents. But he was the one who was surprised as he listened to his parent’s role playing with him as the star sex object. He furiously jerked off listening to his mother begging for him to fuck her.He, like so many other teenage boys (he would be turning nineteen in March), had fantasized about fucking his mother ever since he had learned how to jack off.His mother was a MILF among MILFs, with huge tits, great legs and a sweet face… looking a lot like Audrey Hepburn, with a body and voice like Marilyn Monroe.Emmett’s mom was a lawyer who always wore professional attire, even continued to wear it once she got home, often walking around in sheer nylons all evening… which had made Emmett a leg and stockings guy… so much so that he would only fuck girls who were wearing them… thus why he always brought back MILFs to his dorm room or screwed them in their homes (he had fucked a MILF in her home while her two c***dren slept; he had fucked a MILF in her garage while her husband and four k**s were in the house… awake; he had fucked a MILF while her daughter, whom he had fucked a few hours earlier, slept in the next room with his cum still draining out of her pussy onto the towel she was sleeping on that night). Girls his own age seldom wore nylons, while women in their forties often did. Plus, older women knew how to please him: besides wearing nylons (thigh highs, stockings and a garter or pantyhose), they sucked cock better and more willingly, they were nastier in bed and they were grateful for nine inches of hard cock that could reload a few times in a row.A couple of college girls Emmett had dated wore nylons for him, but only Angie actually liked them and this is why she was his current girlfriend… although he still fucked a MILF a week… which Angie did know about (even being a part of his first threesome a couple of weeks ago where the MILF ate Angie out while he fucked both the MILF’s pussy and ass in her living room).Emmett furiously jerked off, coming into a handkerchief just illegal bahis a few seconds after his parents seemed to finish, before he quickly scurried out of the house, not wanting his parents to know he had heard them… wanting time to process this shocking information and figure out what to do with it.His greatest fantasy was suddenly a possibility… one he had never fathomed being more than that… a fantasy… one he often role played in his head as he pounded some MILF in nylons.He drove around for a few minutes, replaying the shocking revelation, hearing his mother’s nasty words, his cock already hard again.He pulled into the driveway, got out again, and headed into the house making sure to slam the door loud enough that his parents would hear him as he called out, “Hello!”Sarah, who was just dr****g a nightie over her head, gasped, “Emmett’s home.”Gerald was already in his pajama bottoms and as he grabbed a robe he joked, “Thank God he wasn’t here fifteen minutes ago.”Sarah laughed, even as her face went red, “Oh my God, could you imagine?”Gerald joked, “If he had been, maybe you could have gotten that dp you’ve wanted forever.””Gerald!” Sarah gasped, even though that was her other fantasy… getting double penetrated by her husband and son… that was all it was though, and all it ever could be… a fantasy.”What?” Gerald shrugged. “You know you want his dick plowing your cunt or your asshole.””Oh my God!” Sarah again gasped. “It’s one thing to role play, it’s another to actually do it.” But even as she said it, her cunt tingled.”You guys awake?” Emmett called out, wanting to see how they covered, or if they even would. It would be a dream come true… literally… if they invited him in to join them!”Yes, honey, we’ll be right down,” Sarah called out, as she put on a robe… leaving her thigh highs on.Gerald, really enjoying teasing and rattling his lawyer wife, a woman who couldn’t be rattled in court no matter what the other side’s unexpected ploy might be, added, “You could just go downstairs without the robe.””Gerald, you are so bad,” Sarah purred, knowing the next role play session would be based on tonight and include a nice big dildo role playing as her son’s cock as she got double penetrated.”So says the mother who wants to be her son’s… what did you say a few days ago… cum bucket,” Gerald finished as he opened the door and headed downstairs, thinking he may get to shoot yet another load tonight.”Gerald!” Sarah gasped one more time, even as some wetness gushed into the panties she’d just put on.Emmett’s cock was still hard as his dad walked into the living room and said, “You’re early.””Good to see you too,” Emmett joked.”Sorry, we weren’t expecting you today,” Gerald explained, coming and giving his son a quick hug.”Yeah, I thought I would surprise you,” Emmett said, as his mom walked in wearing a robe and still wearing her nylons.Sarah gave her son a big hug, leaning into him and even feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against her taut belly.Emmett purposely flexed his cock in his jeans as his mom hugged him and said, “Well, son, it’s the best surprise ever.”Emmett thought to himself, ‘trust me it isn’t’, as he asked, “Did I interrupt something?””What? No,” Sarah answered, still rattled by almost getting caught and by the definite feeling of her son’s cock poking into her stomach a moment earlier.”Well, you’re in a robe and nylons,” Emmett pointed out, glancing down at her blue painted toenails displayed beautifully in the sheer hosiery. ‘And I can smell sex’, he thought, but didn’t say out loud.Sarah stammered, “Um-I….”Gerald saved her, while attempting to open up the door for the slim possibility of an i****t threesome, something that oddly turned him on even though it shouldn’t, “We just finished.””Gerald!” Sarah gasped, her already red cheeks of guilt and excitement going a new shade of red.Emmett laughed, “Mom, I know you two have sex… I’m assuming that is how I was created.””Oh, God,” Sarah said, overwhelmed at where the conversation was going.”Those are the words you often scream,” Gerald added, always one to push the limits with sexual innuendo, although this example was rather blunt.”Gerald!” Sarah gasped yet again, even though she thought the actual declaration should be, ‘Oh, God, son!’Emmett decided to push the envelope a bit too, an idea to seduce his delicious mom already formulating in his head, “Plus, I just hope when my future wife is in her forties she’ll look as good as you do.””Emmett, why thank you,” Sarah replied, the compliment going right to her hoohoo.Gerald joked, “I still look pretty good too.””Yes, Dad, you’re a fine specimen,” Emmett quipped.”Be careful, you’ll likely look like me in twenty illegal bahis siteleri years,” Gerald joked.Emmett would never have said this before the revelation of under an hour ago, but he quipped, “Except with a much bigger penis.””Emmett!” Sarah gasped in complete shock, even though she knew this was true from her husband… her son was reportedly quite well hung.Gerald responded with a defense, like a man would, “I just came out of the pool that time. It was cold in there.””So did I,” Emmett countered to his dad, even as he looked at his mom to see her reaction.Sarah joked, “I never thought I’d be listening to a conversation of my two men having a dick length competition.”Emmett countered, “Which I would win.”Gerald said, “On that note, I need to use mine to take a piss, and as big as I am, I can’t reach the bathroom from here,” and headed out, barely able to hold it in any longer… having not pissed since he deposited his load in his wife and for some reason usually having to pee right after having sex.”Boys will be boys,” Sarah shook her head, by now really curious to see just how much bigger her son really was than her husband.”Men will be men,” Emmett corrected smugly.”Sorry,” Sarah laughed, as she deliberately took in her handsome, well-built son, head to toe. “You really are a man now, aren’t you?””That’s what the ladies tell me,” Emmett shrugged, continuing to push the envelope.”Too much information,” Sarah said, covering her ears dramatically, feigning disinterest when she was really greatly interested.Emmett continued, seeing how far he could push the envelope, “So you don’t want to know that it’s your fault that I only date certain women?””Pardon?” the mother asked, curious to know what her son meant by that.”The honest answer?” he questioned, smiling, knowing he was venturing into uncharted territory for both of them.”No, lie to me,” Sarah teased sarcastically, always hating dumb questions, which being a lawyer, she heard often.Emmett took a deep breath before he took the plunge, “I only go after women in nylons, and that’s why most of them are older.””And that’s my fault?” Sarah asked incredulously, even though the nylon thing made sense… her husband’s fetish was silky sheer nylons. She also wondered, ‘Why would he be telling me this now?'”Yes,” he nodded, glancing down at her nylon-clad feet. “You wear them every day, and girls my age usually don’t wear them at all, so I just go after older, more mature, sexy women.””Oh,” Sarah said, oddly feeling like her son was hitting on her, noticing he was staring at her feet. After a pause, she added, “Well, like father like son I guess.””Why? Does Dad only go after older women?” Emmett teased.”He’d better only go after one older woman,” Sarah said firmly, even as she smiled when she said it. She clarified, “Your father has a nylon fetish too.””Oh,” Emmett nodded, realizing his obsessive nylon fetish may not just be because his mom wore them every day, but from his father’s DNA. He joked, saying as much, “So maybe it wasn’t just you walking around every day in nylons. I began noticing as soon as I reached puberty.””Are you saying your old mother got you excited?” Sarah asked boldly… pushing an envelope she’d never fathomed being able to push other than during fantasy and role playing.Before Emmett could answer, his father returned and asked, “What did I miss?””Nothing,” Sarah said, frustrated by her husband’s impeccably bad timing.”Yeah, we were just catching up,” Emmett said, unsure how he would have answered his mother’s question.All three chatted about school, the holidays and other generic stuff for the next half an hour… all the while the mom and son were each thinking and stealthily doing lots of things:I’ve fantasised fucking him/her for a long time. If I had the chance would I actually do it?Sarah made sure to keep her legs and feet in her son’s plain view… wondering if his nylon fetish was a nylon foot fetish like her husband’s… who got hard just looking at her feet in nylons. She wiggled her toes often and studied her son’s reactions; it turned her on to be slyly teasing her son… she may not ever get to be fucked by him, but she could at least tease him.Emmett’s cock was about to break through his jeans zipper, as it used desperate sign language demanding to be freed from its fabric prison. He tried to stay focused on the everyday conversations, but both his Mom’s feet in the sheer nylon and the memory of how his parents had been role playing earlier were controlling his thoughts and his dick. He tried to get it to silence the clamour down there, but no such luck.Emmett couldn’t help but wonder if it would be possible for him to make the ultimate MILF conquest… canlı bahis siteleri the Holy Grail of MILFs… his own mom. The very idea would have seemed ludicrous a couple of hours ago, but now not only did it seem like a possibility, his mother seemed to be taunting him… teasing him as she kept her nylon-clad feet in full view at all times and even wiggling her toes often to make sure he was paying attention to them.Gerald, meanwhile, was oblivious to it all, other than that he was hard again as he too stared at his wife’s sexy feet and was hoping for some more role playing once they got back in the bedroom. Harem slut would be fun.Emmett, desperately needing to jerk off again, finally said, “Well, I’m wiped. I’m going to hit the hay.””Me too,” Sarah yawned, glancing at the clock and realizing what time it was. She still had one more day of work tomorrow and needed to be fresh… although that was definitely going to be more challenging now.Emmett asked, noticing for the first time, “Why isn’t the tree up yet?””We’ve been busy,” Gerald answered.”And we wanted to do it with you like we always have,” Sarah said, which was true… this would be the first Christmas he wasn’t living at home and Sarah was determined not to do anything festive until Emmett was home… she had even told Gerald it wouldn’t feel like Christmas until their son arrived home.”Well we’ll do it as soon as you get home from work,” Emmett suggested, always enjoying putting the tree up with his mother… who, of course, always walked around in her nylon-clad feet, which had kept him hard throughout the tree decorating for years.”Sounds perfect,” Sarah agreed. “I’ll try to come home after lunch. I have a brief court appearance in the morning I can’t avoid.””Okay,” Emmett nodded, “I don’t plan to get up until lunch anyways.””Oh to be eighteen again,” Gerald sighed.Sarah couldn’t resist the opportunity, “Yeah, you used to be able to get it up more than once a night.”It was Gerald’s turn to gasp. “Sarah!””What?” Sarah shrugged, even as she glanced directly into her son’s eyes for a timeless moment, “You’re often done before I am.””Well, that can be fixed,” Gerald said, standing up and taking his wife’s hand.Emmett was jealous that his dad was going to get to fuck his mom… he wanted to fuck his mom.As Gerald led Sarah away, she turned back to her son for a moment and favoured him with a sexy smile… hoping he read into it what she was thinking at him: ‘I’d rather have your young, hard cock’……That night:The son used his fleshlight (‘the most lifelike substitute available anywhere for a real mouth, pussy or ass’), as he slowly pleasured himself, pondering not whether fucking his mother was possible… but rather how to make it possible. Her teasing with her stocking-clad feet had convinced him that the naughty words he had heard from outside her bedroom wasn’t just role playing… it was a fantasy she was willing to make a reality. Even if she didn’t quite know it yet.The mother got ass fucked by her husband while imagining it was her much bigger son reaming her back door and pondering if she would really be willing to suck or fuck her son if the possibility actually presented itself. That said, although she knew her son liked MILFs (and she knew what MILF meant and also knew from just looking in a mirror that she was one) and he liked nylons (and she always wore them) and he was definitely staring at her feet throughout the conversation (she had purposely tried teasing him and was certain she had succeeded in keeping him hard the entire time), she wasn’t sure that meant anything. He was eighteen, a guy, and got horny easily. After taking a load in her ass, only after coming from a hard ass pounding, she tried to fall asleep… but it was hard (just like her son’s dick had been when she hugged him)……Both his parents had already gone to work when Emmett woke up, having to shake his head to confirm that yesterday evening wasn’t a dream… but a crazy reality… his mom had role played about getting fucked by him and most likely did it on a regular basis. It wasn’t until he put more thought into it as he went to have breakfast a little after eleven, that he realized something odd… his dad went along with it, role playing being him as well.That was somehow even weirder than his mom wanting to fuck him. It would have to be rather degrading to be forced to act like you were someone else while fucking your wife… and even more degrading to have to portray your own son.Yet, obviously, he did it. He’d overheard his father speaking as if he was a son and not a husband, even being a rather dominant son. Those were no rote words required by a domineering wife, Dad was into it!This led to another revelation… one almost as shocking based on the mother he thought he knew… she was submissive. She got turned on being called names and being dominated… which was at odds with her entire personality as a mother and a lawyer.

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A True Performance 3Rob pushed Samantha up onto the desk, so that her back faced the audience, and stood between her legs. He hoicked her skirt up, whilst the two continued to kiss with, as one of the reviewers said, ‘convincing passion’.Sebastian eyed the exit again, as Rob began to unbutton his mother’s shirt pulling it apart but not removing it entirely. The audience got no more of a view of Samantha than they did before, but he knew Rob could see his mum in only her bra. Samantha leant back on the desk and rolled her hips forward so that Rob could reach up under her skirt and pull out a modest yet sexy pair of pants.Sebastian figured his mum must have been wearing another pair underneath the ones Rob just threw across the stage, or at the very least, a modesty patch, which was something, as he read online, that actors used during sex scenes that were unlikely to be in shot or seen by an audience but gave the performers enough privacy and cover to act out sex without any ‘accidents’. However, despite Sebastian’s certainty his mother was no more exposed under her skirt than she was a minute ago, it was still a shocking sight to see the class arsehole tossing her intimates aside during a display of lust.Rob’s right hand looked like it went under Samantha’s skirt and based on her reactions, it really looked like he was fingering her. Throughout the play, both leads had acted excellently, but there was something disturbingly real about this scene. His mum writhed and ‘uhn-ed’ with conviction that was unfaltering, whilst he believed that Rob was determinedly actually trying to make her cum. The fact he couldn’t see her face and the scenario he was watching was so alien to him, meant he forgot for a second who the couple were, finding himself embarrassingly aroused, if only fleetingly.He edged himself forward a couple of inches, considering if now was the time he called it quits and dashed for the exit, but a masochistic sense of determination held him there, as Rob and Samantha pulled off her shirt. His mother tossed aside the garment, wearing just a bra and skirt that was scrunched up by her waist, as Rob untucked his own shirt and undid his fly.Just then his mum, legs still wrapped around Rob, turned her torso enough so she could just about face the audience and spoke as Lisa, her voice trembling with excitement and nerves, “David, I shouldn’t, for so many reasons this is wrong… I made vows to my husband.”David took Lisa’s face into his hands and coaxed her to look back at him, before he replied to her, “I think we’re past that point, but we can take small steps for now… we don’t need to rush.”Lisa looked away again, back to the audience, then a grin broke across her face as she giggled, “You’re bad… so bad…”She stood up, kissed him briefly and then with one flick of her hand knocked him backwards onto the seat behind the desk. His mother got to her knees, so that her high heels poked out the front of the teacher’s desk and her head lowered down into Rob’s lap.Rob’s crotch was obscured by the desk, as well as by Samantha’s thick wavy hair. However, the soft groans and moans from both actors, along with the rhythmic bobbing of his mother’s head made it clear what the pair were trying to portray. Sebastian stared, mouth agape at the scene before him. Until this point, he had speculated at what he might see, but his imagination could never have captured the vivid reality of what it was truly like to witness his mum and Rob performing a live sex scene.Superficially, he was seeing his mother’s head nestled between his bully’s thighs, pretending to give him a blowjob. What that truly meant though was that every time she ‘mmm-ed’ or each ‘ugh’ he grunted was then trying to overcome the audience’s sense of disbelief and convince them she had his erect shaft in her mouth. Truthfully, with their well-practiced choreography; her hand motions, her little glances up at him, his back arching, his head rolling, Sebastian found the trouble was not suspending his disbelief but rather reminding himself this was all an act and not really happening before his very eyes.He wondered about the rest of the audience though. A few of them were friends and family of those involved in the production, but most of the 50 or so people in the hall were just strangers interested in an edgy, backroom performance and may have had no idea that those wedding rings on Lisa’s fingers were the real symbols of his mother’s marriage to another man. They had no idea she whether or not she was in a happy relationship; she bloody well was. They had no idea if she would truly fall for an arsehole school k** half her age; Rob did suit the role perfectly, so maybe some of them were looking at the stage right now and thinking that maybe it was real, thinking that maybe his mother was actually sucking that guys dick. How were they supposed to know that the squirming k** in the front row was her son and the subject of Rob’s torment.Sebastian looked to the exit once more, illegal bahis but only for a second, before looking back to the stage. As he did, he saw Rob’s hand caress the back of his mother’s head and push it down. He watched in shock as Rob’s torso convulsed, whist from his mouth came a quivered growl. His free hand joined the one already entwined with her hair and he mimicked thrusting her head about and down for a few more seconds, his panting selling the authenticity at a disturbing level.Rob did up his fly again, or at least mimed doing so; his mum’s head and the desk still blocking the vantage point, and then both of them got to their feet again, with Samantha taking care to pull her skirt down at least far enough to cover her bum.His mum cooed up at Rob, he was still a few centimetres taller, even though she was wearing heels, and the two fell into an embrace that looked as genuine as the grotesquely graphic scene he had just observed. As the curtain fell, he was certain he saw Rob, who was caressing his mother’s hair, wink directly at him, but he disappeared seconds later.The lights slowly brightened and the audience clapped; like a drone, Sebastian joined in. As most of the crowd filed out into the bar area, Sebastian remained in his seat; watching that scene had drained Sebastian of his energy. He felt guilty for having stayed; he should have left with his dad, it wasn’t like his mum hadn’t warned him before this point. He hadn’t even made an attempt to look away; instead he watched doggedly, as she acted out her faux-porn. After a minute or so of heavy breathing, he climbed out of his seat and exited the hall, where he met his father.”Hey Sebastian… I didn’t see you leave when I did,” stated his father.”Um yeah… I only just came out now,” he replied, feeling quite embarrassed at having to admit that.”But… I just looked at the floor,” continued Sebastian, as he could feel a slight disapproval in his father’s gaze.His dad ‘hmmm-ed’ then changed the direction of the conversation, stating how well he thought Samantha performed in the earlier scenes. Their discussion drifted to a few unrelated topics and Sebastian became suitably distracted that he forgot how uncomfortable the last scene before the interlude had made him.Perhaps ten minutes passed, when a cheerful voice greeted them from behind, “Hello, how are my favourite boys?”A rush of annoyance threatened to speak on behalf of Sebastian, ready to question how someone could deliver that all-too-real performance with a teenage bully and still call him and his dad her ‘favourite boys’ but the anger proved impotent and instead he smiled weakly.His dad kissed his mum briefly on the lips and congratulated her on an excellent performance during the first half. Sebastian shivered for a second, thinking about where his mother’s lips had been, then he remembered it wasn’t real. It just looked disturbingly so.The three of them had barely struck up a conversation when his mother smiled off at the distance, and to Sebastian’s dismay, Rob weaved through the bar crowd to come stand right next to his mother, between her and his dad. He probably imagined it but he thought he saw Rob’s hand gently caress the small of his mum’s back.Infuriatingly, Jeremy patted Rob on the upper back and commended him on a ‘top performance’, effectively inviting Rob into their conversation.”I think we need to go and help set up,” said Rob to Samantha, a couple of minutes after he had entered their group.His mother looked over at the clock and agreed, kissing her husband on the cheek and then heading with Rob towards a backstage door. As they walked together, Sebastian felt uncomfortable; he noticed their body language echoed that of ‘David and Lisa’ a little too closely, as if their on-stage relationship had momentarily bled over into reality.****Sebastian had got less than a 15-minute reprieve, before they were herded back into the hall. The first half of the play was all about the build up to David and Lisa’s relationship but the second half was focused on exploring the effect on their deepening romance; this, of course, meant watching his mum kiss Rob more, and hearing her tell him how much she liked him. Yes, it was ‘Lisa and David’ but it was still their voices and their bodies and so it was incredibly disconcerting.However, there were still lots of non-romantic elements to the plot, and Sebastian was actually enjoying the story. Around 40 minutes into the half, Lisa was in bed with David. The pair looked naked under the covers, but they were asleep with his mother’s arm d****d over Rob. Sebastian caught his father move forward in his seat, presumably considering sneaking out of the hall again. However, it wasn’t that scene yet; Lisa rolled away from David and carefully extracted herself from the bed, exposing Samantha’s bare back. Sebastian just caught the side of his mum’s well rounded breast, as she ducked down to pull on her underwear.During his search on ‘modesty patches’ he figured out illegal bahis siteleri his mum would probably also be wearing nipple pasties, which would just about keep her privacy, but give the illusion of nudity. It may have helped her feel less embarrassed on stage, but it didn’t help Sebastian feel like he wasn’t a voyeur to his mum getting dressed post a sexual romp. When it was clear Lisa and David weren’t about to get frisky; instead Lisa went for a walk to consider if she should leave her husband or not and also whether her and David had a future, he noticed his dad relax again.He knew it wouldn’t be for too long though.Lisa gave an impassioned speech to her husband, explaining that she did love him and did appreciate all their years together but he had always stifled her by never truly understanding her and her needs; she needed someone who would help her grow, not control her. Sebastian was again impressed with his mum’s performance; it was as passionate a scene as the blowjob scene with David; it was a thought he cursed himself for.David had given Lisa the courage to finally leave her husband, but she decided that despite how much the two had done for each other, they should go their separate ways as such an age-gap relationship would never work out.Lisa sat next to David on her bed and began to tell him the bad news. David appeared to take it well, but he wasn’t going to give up without a fight, Sebastian knew. David asked for one last kiss from Lisa, and he watched his mum and classroom bully lock lips for about the tenth time.In his peripheries, he could see his dad quietly leave his seat, and thought he noticed, but he didn’t acknowledge it, his dad waiting a few seconds for him to follow. Sebastian had spent months wondering how bad the first scene was going to be and it turned out to be as bad, if not worse, than he was expecting. So, what would staying to watch the second achieve? It would just make him feel embarrassed and frustrated… but there was something keeping there, like he wanted to feel the angst to justify all his negativity until now.Rob was undoing his mother’s shirt and, based on how it looked, it was the one that inspired her birthday gift. It had appeared in a couple of other scenes, but somehow, Sebastian knew this was why he gave it to her. It was subtle; if Sebastian wasn’t so suspicious of Rob, he might not have thought about it that way.They had stood up to undress each other; Samantha was quickly in her underwear and Rob was topless. Samantha pushed back the quilt and sat down on the side of the bed. She undid her bra as Rob pulled off his jeans and dropped to his knees so that he could kiss Samantha again. They were both just in their pants now; his mum’s was a lacy black thong that made Sebastian uncomfortable with how sexy it looked.The two of them slipped until the covers and began to make out; they could just pretend to have sex, but there was no way they could fake kissing like that. He could see them shuffling under the covers, then Rob tossed his boxers out of the bed. The lights on stage dimmed a little further and his mother turned around to face the audience. Rob kissed Samantha’s neck as she cooed out with fake pleasurable moans. He could see Rob’s arm and hand making motions near his mum’s crotch, a crude mime that he was fingering her, and he wondered how close his hand really was.After a few seconds, enough to sell the scene, his mum rolled onto her back. Like the first time, during the blowjob scene, he wasn’t sure, but he could swear Rob looked at him directly and smirked. His mum was pulling off her thong under the duvet and Rob helped her, as he settled between her legs. Rob held the thong out of the covers and winged it across the stage with a flick of his hand, so that it landed by front of the stage, just a couple of feet from Sebastian; there was no way that was a coincidence. Both actors groaned simultaneously as they pretended that Rob had just entered Samantha. If his mother had really been giving a blowjob to his enemy, he figured it would have felt worse than just sex. At least during sex they were equals and it was for mutual enjoyment, but during a blowjob, Rob would have been dominating his mother, and, as far as he could guess, no direct benefit for herself.Naturally, Sebastian assumed that watching these being acted out on stage would be the same; he assumed that watching his mother giving oral sex would be worse than watching her having sex. However, that was far from the truth. The acted blowjob looked real, but when it came to it, it was just her head bobbing around near his crotch, nothing about it was real. What he was watching now though, was so much closer to reality.Samantha was pinned beneath Rob, whilst he dry-humped her as fast as he could. She held his face in her hands and the two were making out again. Though it was an act, Sebastian realised that in all likelihood they were probably touching each other’s intimate places with only the canlı bahis siteleri thin fabric of modesty patches keeping them from actually having sex. He was pretty sure that Rob really found his mum hot, and there was a good chance he was turned on just now. What if his mum could feel his erection? Maybe the one good side of this very public humiliation of Sebastian was the audience would give Rob stage-fright and stop him getting hard.He watched and listened, transfixed by his feeling of horror, at his mother and Rob faithfully portraying the throes of passion. Their motions were so frantic that the duvet pulled back enough to show most of his mother’s body and some of Rob’s torso. Perhaps in reaction to the covers moving, Samantha wrapped her exposed leg around Rob’s back. Her arms grabbed tightly too as she stopped kissing and moaned out loudly. His mother’s curse words and desperate begging turned the excuse for an ‘artsy’ performance into some more akin to softcore porn. She grabbed the foot that was outside the sheets and pulled it further up her body, the angle exposing a whole lot more naked flesh, including a fair amount of breast, really the only thing keeping it covered, unless she was wearing pasties, was Rob’s muscled chest.She gasped loudly and Rob grunted. Both their fake orgasms sounded more genuine than almost anything he had ever seen in porn. He remembered one of his mum’s friends made a joke about Julia Roberts’s award winning fake orgasm in an old film; they said that it didn’t hold a candle to what his mum was able to do. Having Googled the scene and having seen what he just saw, he reluctantly agreed, but he found it a lot less funny than his mum’s friend.Rob went up onto his outstretched arms, looked down at Samantha, and, still panting, said “Lisa, still want to go?””I…” started Lisa, but the curtain fell.Sebastian clapped along with the crowd, as his mind replayed the scene he just saw. He noticed the discarded thong was still sitting on the stage and remembered the smirk that Rob had shot him. The curtain drew up again and the supporting cast entered the cleared stage to take a bow. After the audience clapped for a polite few seconds, Samantha and Rob entered the stage too, where they met in the middle and held hands to take a bow. Both of them were wearing mid-length robes, but his mother was bare-legged and Rob was wearing black socks. The crowd’s applause for his mother and his classmate was more raucous and there were even a few cheers.His mother’s left arm went around Rob’s back and she looked at him with a genuine smile, before turning back to the audience to address them, “Thanks to all of you for coming, we really appreciate everyone who has come to see our show over the 8-week run, but you guys are the most special, as you’ve got to see our final show!”The crowd clapped again, then this time Rob took the opportunity to say something, but he’d turned to Samantha to say it, rather than looking into the audience, “I’d like to thank everyone too, but I’d also like to say a special thanks to the leading lady. You’ve taught me so much, as a more uh… experienced actor than myself.””Experienced?” asked his mother, eyebrow raised disapprovingly but her smile still in place.The crowd laughed as Rob looked awkward for implying Samantha was old, but Rob continued, still looking at her, “I just mean thanks for everything, you’ve been amazing.”The pair embraced closely, and it sent an odd shiver down Sebastian’s spine. This wasn’t David and Lisa, this was an authentic show of affection between his mother and Rob. This wasn’t like her birthday either, she didn’t have to see him after tonight; she didn’t need to be nice or friendly, she could have just been civil and left it there. Instead, just like everyone else, it seemed she really liked Rob, and that wasn’t going to go away.****Sebastian and his parents sat at a table in the bar area as members of the audience came over to compliment Samantha’s performance. His mother seemed to be enjoying the praise, but Sebastian pondered what they really thought about a woman sitting with her husband and son, after pretending to fuck a teenage boy.One creepy guy seemed to answer that question; he got talking a little too long to Samantha, and eventually uncovered that Rob and Sebastian were classmates. He asked Sebastian directly if he thought it was weird, and after he uncomfortable dismissed the spot-on allegation, his dad shooed the man away.Rob didn’t come over for at least 20 minutes, and hugged Samantha, both of them eagerly praising the other. Though they stopped hugging, their hands were lightly gripping each others’ elbows as they talk, only completely separating when Jeremy arrived back at the table with a new round of drinks. He quickly offered the boy hitting on his wife a drink and didn’t even wait for a response; he enthusiastically told him he’d get him a pint of Peroni and patted him on the back.Rob, the ungrateful sleaze, took the minute with Samantha alone, well not completely alone — but he treated Sebastian like he didn’t exist, to lean in a little closer and flirt and joke with her…..*** This Story is Taken from German best website for INTERNATIONAL EROTIK STORIES : WWW.XSANDY.DE ***

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Scarlet Troopers RevengeThe Scarlet Troopers are proud female soldiers, highly trained, extremely fit and always well presented in their skintight red catsuits, black thigh boots and black cropped jackets. A normal trooper wears a black riding helmet the officers wear red to distinguish them from the girl soldiers under their command, all troopers are armed with batons to use as self defence.In recent times the Scarlet Troopers had suffered heavy humiliating defeats at the hands of their enemies, the Amazonian Warriors had overpowered several patrols forcing the terrified soldiers to cum in their uniforms before stripping them naked, tying them up and often inserting objects into the whimpering girls vaginas and arses. The warriors would then leave them to their fate they didn’t care what happened to them.The Scarlet Troopers uniforms would then be sold to wealthy female collectors who pride themselves in gathering as many used and cum stained catsuits as they can, one woman apparently had 20 of the soldier girls uniforms on display in her castle, mannequins stood in her grand hall dressed in the battle scarred suits and boots.As well as the Amazonians the troopers had to contend with disgruntled villagers who saw the troupes of sexy soldiers as easy targets offering the troopers sexual favours, but once an over sexed soldier was in the hands of an impoverished village woman she was made to cum in her uniform before it was stripped off her. The village woman would then fuck the girl soldier often fisting the troopers vagina for her own sadistic pleasure. As soon as the helpless soldier had a huge orgasm she would be knocked u*********s her limp naked body was then carried out and dumped in the forest her uniform sold to the highest bidder, this was common the Trooper then having the humiliation of walking back to the troopers fortress naked.The local convent school also provided danger for the Scarlet Troopers the Nuns had no respect for them and the girls at the school were lawless whores when not under the instruction of the Nuns. Gangs of schoolgirls would attack small troupes of mounted troopers, they normally patrolled in pairs, the schoolgirls would wait in the trees as the troopers passed underneath they would jump from the trees forcing the mounted soldiers from their saddles onto the forest floor, the schoolgirls would then kick and punch the troopers as they lay on the ground it would take two girls to overpower a trooper she would then have her uniform removed before the schoolgirls fled leaving the troopers naked and often u*********s.However there was a glimmer of revenge for the Scarlet Troopers, word had spread that the Amazonian Warriors who for decades had been servants to The Nuns carrying out raids against the Scarlet Troopers on their behalf had now turned against them, the Nuns are harsh disciplinarians and the Amazonians had become tired of their methods. The Nuns often humiliated warriors who disobeyed them by allowing the young schoolgirls to finger fuck their tight arseholes. To an Amazonian having her anus fingered was the ultimate humiliation and having a 16 year old girl do it was the worst form of shame.Because of this the Nuns had decided to recruit their own platoon of girl soldiers, they chose some of the older schoolgirls from the convent to train illegal bahis up as their new army of guards. The new soldiers were called The White Warriors, they wore white catsuits, black riding boots and white capes that tied round their necks and went down to the back of the soldiers knee. The youngest of these recruits was 16, the training was rigorous and intense some girls were not capable of the gruelling regime and were forced to leave, unfortunately for them they were viewed as failures and were thrown out of the convent, they then had to fend for themselves as often their mothers would disown them, these pathetic creatures ending up as sex toys for any woman who wanted them.The White Warriors were trained by one of the Nuns but she wasn’t as well versed in combat as the Scarlet Troopers and during the first skirmish between the White Warriors and the Scarlet Troopers that inexperience showed.One memorable day the Nuns ordered their White Warriors to ambush a troupe of Scarlet Troopers, the troopers were on a scouting mission there were eight soldiers in the group including their Captain a young officer called Emma.Captain Emma had a score to settle as she had recently been subjected to some very degrading humiliation at the hands of some Amazonians and schoolgirls, her entire troupe on that day had been overpowered, stripped naked and tied up by the Amazonians before two schoolgirls found the group of helpless soldiers and toyed with them using their batons as sex toys, fucking the troopers as they lay on the forest floor, she was left with her soldiers begging for mercy as the two schoolgirls inserted the batons into the soldiers vaginas, Captain Emma’s riding crop was also forced into her own anus and the troupes youngest member Trooper Linzi had the agony of her baton being rammed forcefully up her arsehole, the schoolgirls laughed as they walked away leaving their helpless victims. The naked troopers were eventually rescued by another patrol but Captain Emma was looking for revenge, her troupe of highly trained soldiers had been overpowered by filthy warrior scum and then humiliated by schoolgirls!Captain Emma was leading her troopers out on a mounted patrol, Trooper Linzi was also in the group that day riding alongside her Captain, the six other soldiers rode in pairs behind. They entered a village, this settlement was quite large around 150 women lived here they were filthy and very poor, Trooper Linzi commented on the stench as the troupe rode through, the village women looking at them with lust in their eyes, Captain Emma knew that at any moment the village women could try to attack and sexually abuse her and her soldiers, she drew her baton and ordered her troopers to do the same. “We will use them if we have to!” She shouted at the villagers, they dutifully started to back away. As the troupe neared the centre of the village Captain Emma noticed a group of around 20 village women mounted on horseback, there was nothing unusual about that the villagers often travelled between settlements trading food and other commodities and they often went in large groups for safety.But as the Scarlet Troopers got nearer the mounted women pulled off their filthy rags to reveal their shining white uniforms, “White Warriors!” Captain Emma shouted to her troopers “Its an ambush!” illegal bahis siteleri Suddenly the White Warriors charged towards the Scarlet Troopers, their white capes billowing behind them, their fit young bodies encased in skintight white lycra straddling their mounts, the White Warriors let out blood curdling screams as they rode towards the Scarlet Troopers. The Scarlet Troopers were heavily outnumbered but bravely Captain Emma ordered her soldiers to charge. “Charge my brave girls!” She screamed at her troopers, the two opposing groups of soldiers met in the village square. “Attack plan alpha!” Captain Emma ordered her troopers, the dutiful soldiers engaged the enemy White Warriors by leaping from their saddles onto the back of the White Warriors horses a move they had practiced regularly, this was something the white suited girls weren’t expecting, suddenly eight of the White Warriors had Scarlet Troopers on their backs and before they could react the mature Scarlet Troopers had forced the young White Warriors out of their saddles and they fell heavily to the floor some rendered u*********s, Trooper Linzi had managed to unseat her opponent by grabbing her by the vagina and squeezing hard, her young foe screamed in agony as she lost her seat and Trooper Linzi threw her to the ground like a rag doll.So eight White Warriors lay fallen on the ground some u*********s the rest dazed and injured, the Scarlet Troopers then turned to the remaining 12 girl soldiers, they looked shocked by how easily some of their comrades had been defeated, the Scarlets charged towards the Whites again this time they took hold of the young girls capes and used them to pull the unfortunate soldiers from their saddles, again the Whites landed heavily some being choked by their own capes as the ties tightened round their throats. There were now just four White Warriors left on their horses, for some reason they decided to dismount, two of the Scarlet Troopers did the same, the experienced troopers ran towards the naive White Warriors, two of the young girls received stinging kicks between their legs their thin lycra catsuits offering no protection to their sweating vaginas, they fell to the ground holding their aching cunts and moaning in pain.The two troopers then turned their attention to the last two trembling girls, they both received the same attention, they were powerless as the troopers pulled their capes over their heads exposing their white shiny bums to the rest of the Scarlet Troopers, they forced the girls to bend over. Captain Emma commented “Oh dear girls white is a bad colour for a uniform I can see your arseholes through the lycra!” The Scarlet Troopers dismounted and went round their fallen enemy, the ones that were conscious were rendered helpless by swift vaginal kicks, the two White Warriors held by the troopers bent over with their capes over their heads were mercilessly spanked on their sweaty shiny bottoms until they too were given vaginal punches and collapsed. “Your arses stink!” Trooper Linzi said as she kicked a White Warrior in the cunt.“Scarlet Troopers strip the enemy!” Captain Emma ordered her soldiers, they dutifully obliged removing the moaning White Warriors capes, catsuits, boots and helmets, none of the naive young girls were in any position to stop themselves canlı bahis siteleri being stripped.“I want them tied together in pairs in a 69 position use their sweaty catsuits to bind them make sure they all have a cunt in their face!” The Scarlet Troopers manipulated the young girl soldiers limp bodies so that they each had another girls sweaty vagina in her face, then they used their own white lycra suits to tie them tightly together, the Troopers laughed at the scene they had created.The defeated White Warriors lay helplessly on the ground unable to move their faces away from the stench of their comrades cunt, Trooper Linzi said “ I don’t know how you bitches can handle the smell stinking cunts and stinking arseholes” the other troopers laughed but Captain Emma had more in mind.“Scarlet Troopers insert the defeated bitches riding crops into their arse holes” The troopers gathered up the White Warriors riding crops and inserted them forcefully into the soldier girls tight arse holes the girls screams were muffled by the vagina of the girl she was tied to, Captain Emma smiled to herself.“Scarlet Troopers push them in as deep as you can if you want to fuck them while you do that you have my permission” the troopers serviced each fallen warrior they didn’t need an excuse to fuck the girls anuses they dutifully used the warriors riding crops as dildos thrusting them in and out of the poor moaning girl soldiers tight hole. A group of village women had gathered wondering how eight troopers could defeat and humiliate twenty fit young White Warriors, some of the women started masturbating as they watched the troopers fuck the soldier girls up their arses. Captain Emma spotted two of the White Warriors were the two schoolgirls who had humiliated her and her soldiers a few months before, she strutted over to them they were tied together which was convenient she gleefully inserted riding crops into the two girls anuses not caring about it hurting them, the girls writhed in agony as Captain Emma forced the crops deep into their arseholes, she then pushed their faces into the others vagina “I hope you like the taste of each other”The Scarlet Troopers spent a couple of hours anally toying with their defeated enemy the stripped White Warriors were left writhing on the ground with their riding crops forced deep inside them.The Scarlet Troopers mounted their horses some of them were visibly turned on by what they had been doing, erect nipples and moist vaginas were clad in slightly sweaty red lycra, Trooper Linzi had made herself cum in her suit and the other troopers were teasing her, Captain Emma said “You silly girl you’ve got to ride home now with cum in your catsuit”Trooper Linzi replied “I know ma’am but I couldn’t stop myself and now I’ve got cum stains down my leg” The other troopers laughed a young trooper cumming in her suit was not unheard of, and the other troopers including the captain had all got wet lycra clad vaginas which were now sitting on hot sweaty leather.As they went to leave Captain Emma addressed the aroused villagers.“Do what you want with those bitches, I’m sure you can get good money for their uniforms from a collector after all none of them will have White Warrior catsuits yet and they are not getting their hands on any of these Scarlet Troopers uniforms”She looked down at the ten pairs of helpless soldier girls and looked pleased with her and her troupes efforts, then she proudly led her soldiers out of the village knowing that the village women were going to enjoy playing with the young fallen warriors.

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My first cockThis story is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the other party in the story….Mark and I had been exchanging pictures and videos for months. We’d known each other for what seemed like forever but only recently had we discussed our “BI” tendencies. I was new to the entire thing though curiosity had presented itself when he brought the subject of past lovers he’s had. He encouraged me but never pushed. Leaving notes around when him and his wife would come over to visit. She knew of his past experiments with guys and ahe didn’t approve. In fact, she would get pissed and want to leave the moment she thought something was going on behind her back.One night after a particularly harsh round of arguing, Mark decided he was going to go camping for a couple of days. Give them both a break from each other. He called me up after he had ready set the camp up and invited me to come out and drink. After a few shots and few beers we lit up a j and started to bull shot. After awhile the conversation turned to sex. I was high and buzzed from the whiskey and the more he talked the harder I became. He told me how he masturbated illegal bahis while thinking about me and everything he wanted us to do. I couldnt remember my cock ever being that hard before. I was so turned on! I sat there second guessing myself. Do I make a move? Do I just sit here? Finally through the haze of alcohol I told him that since it was his birthday I had a present. I told him to lay back amd close his eye’s. I stood up and quietly stepped towards him. My cock already in my hand. I knelt down beside his face and turned his head. He opened his eyes just as I was sliding in his mouth. He was completely shocked but took me in. He massaged my balls and sucked my cock better than any woman ever has. I reached down and Indio his pants. Letging his own hard cock out. I spit in my hand and wrapped it around him. Pumping my fist up and down. Without saying a word we both lay on our sides so we could suck each others cock at the same time. Mark clobbered all over me covering my hard on with spit. In one quick motion Mark was on his stomach, asking me to fuck him. I straddled him and spread his ass wide. His tiny asshole illegal bahis siteleri begging to be fucked. I spit on his hole and slid the head in. Mark let out a long sigh and I stopped. Letging him feel me throb in his tight hole. I started rocking my hips back and forth slowly. I could see my cock sliding on and out from the flickers of the flame. I wanted to pound him. But I wanted it to last. Mark was talking dirty the entire time, making it even hotter. I could feel the prelim starting to leak from my cock but was so horny and turned on I didnt want it to stop.I slid out of Marks ads and rolled him over. Before he could react I was swallowing his thick cock. He was bigger than me but I didnt care. I needed to feel him. I played on my back and kicked my jeans off. Raised and spread my legs and told him to fuck me. He was gentle. Spitting on his fingers and loosening my ass while he took my cock in his throat. He ran his tongue all over me. My balls, up and down my shaft, before stopping at my ass. He spread me and I felt his wet tongue. He stroked my cock while he tongue fucked my ass.He finally sat up and spit canlı bahis siteleri in his hand, then smeared it on the head of his dick. He scooted closer and took my legs in his hands. I could feel the tip pressed up against my virgin ass. Slowly he pressed forward, letting just the tip slide inside. He spit in his hand and started jerking my cock. I was getting harder and harder the deeper he went. Before long he was all the way in. Stretching my untouched ass. He fucked me slow. Letting me feel every thick inch. I told him to go deep ans he did. He started pumping his hips faster and harder. I could feel his balls start to swell and I knew he was close. I started moving my hips with his, making his cock slam against my prostate. The head of his cock bouncing off of it was almost more than I could take.Mark pushed my legs back, letting him get deeper than before. This time he changed it up and fucked me with quick hard thrusts. Using my prostate like a punching bag. After a few hard thrusts Mark threw his head back and went stiff. His throbbing cock shooting huge ropes of cum deep in my ass. As soon as I felt that hot cum fill me up I started to cum. I bucked and yelled, squirming on his dick. We sat for a few minutes, trying to catch our breathe. He had another beer and smoked another j. I went home and jacked off thinking about it and wondering when we could do it again.

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From Sam to Sarah: a genre-bending story of sexualIt began in the fall of 2004. I was a junior in college. I was slightly chubby, shy, a virgin, and an otherwise completely average boy who listened to pop-punk, got decent grades, and was about to embark on a great and unexpected journey of personal and sexual discovery. I lived in an off-campus apartment, but my roommate had graduated, so I had a two-bedroom to myself. This suited my shy personality well, but eventually I needed to find a roommate. My parents were not in the picture and I had to support myself. After a while, it became apparent that my mediocre income from tutoring local high school k**s wasn’t going to cut it.I posted ads around campus. A few people showed up, but none stuck. I think I was a little too introverted for them. Then she came. Her name was Aubrey. We spoke on the phone, and I could tell she had a cute voice, but I was completely unprepared for how gorgeous she would be in person.She came into the apartment and had this confident aura that was instantly attractive. She was tall, about 5’10” with shoulder length, straight dirty-blonde hair. Her hourglass figure, flat stomach, and perfectly shaped C cup breasts had my heart racing before she said hello. In comparing her to a celebrity, the best description would be an early twenty-something Hillary Duff.Her smoky eyes stared back at me, and when her full, pink lips began moving, she told me that she was a grad student looking for a room because she had just moved out from her current apartment because she could not get along with her roommate. I stammered at first, completely intimidated by her beauty and confidence, but eventually spoke. I asked if it would be weird for her to have a guy roommate.“Absolutely not,” she replied, “I’m a free and open person and hope that you are too.”She obviously could not possibly have known that my whole life had been spent trying to fit in, but not being able to, that girls laughed when I tried to approach them, that guys picked on me. Somehow, however, I mustered the confidence in the moment to tell her that I was a free and open person.“Great!” she said, “then we should get along perfectly. When can I move in?”We lived together for about three months and became fast friends. She was working on her PhD in bio-chemistry. I was working on my undergrad in history. She was a bit of a partier and ventured out on the weekends. She invited me, but I always found some excuse not to go. I liked the relationship that we had at home and did not want to be embarrassed when she saw how I was in public.Everything seemed to be going normally, until that fateful day that set the whole course of events of then next three years in motion. We were hanging out at our apartment watching some HBO show that had strong sexual content. We were both drinking while sitting around in our pajamas, and I was feeling particularly good.On the show, the lead actress was naked and about to climb on top of the male lead for a good old fashioned soft-core fucking. When she did, though, she apparently was straddling the actor too low on his legs to be considered realistic.“Oh my god, that’s so fucking fake!” Aubrey giggled.I was confused. Being a virgin, I guess I couldn’t tell.“What do you mean?” I asked.“She’s clearly not anywhere near his dick, Sam, has a girl ever ridden you that low?” she asked.I began to blush and didn’t respond. There was a clear moment of realization in her eyes. She was putting together my introverted personality with my social awkwardness and coming up with the inevitable conclusions.“Wait. Sam, are you … are you a virgin?”By now my face was beat red and my ears were hot. I didn’t know what to say. I could feel the sweat beading up on my forehead.“It’s totally cool if you are,” she said, “it’s just not something you expect at your age.”The jig was up, so I confessed. A new look came over her that I had not seen before. She was always confident, but, just then, it grew to a new level. She became slightly aggressive and it felt like she was in complete control of the situation, and me.“Haven’t you ever wanted to fuck a girl before?”I laid my whole high school experience out for her – that I had a few crushes in high school that didn’t pan out, that women were just so beautiful and alluring to me that I always felt uncomfortable around them because I held them in such high esteem, that everything about women turned me on, but something always held me back.She bit her bottom lip and twisted a finger through her hair.“Well. The first one is always the hardest. After that, it’s easy.”She paused for a second.“Why don’t you let me make a man out of you tonight?” she said.My heart was racing. Did the most beautiful girl I had ever seen just offer to take my virginity? The mere thought of it sent blood rushing into my cock. We were both wearing pajamas, so she noticed this physical change quite easily.“Looks like your little friend there is answering for you.”That comment did put a slight damper on the situation for me. I sort of implicitly knew from watching porn that I was smaller than most guys in that department, but this moment seemed to be too good to pass up. Before I could say another word, she leaned over on the coach and stuck her tongue in my mouth.Everything about her was driving me wild! Her soft lips, the way her tongue danced its way around mine, the feel of her breasts rubbing on my chest, and her coconut scented blonde hair. She illegal bahis straddled me and started grinding her hips into my lap.Her warm pussy was separated from my cock by a few millimeters of fabric. I could feel the heat radiate off it. I could tell that it was wet. My hands reached up to start to feel her ass, but she pushed them to the side.“Let me handle this,” she said.Her hand reached into my pants and started stroking my rock-hard, undersized cock. Pre-cum was oozing out. She pulled her hand out.“It feels like you’re about to cum already,” she said, “but try and hold off. Think about something else.”I tried my hardest to think about my upcoming homework and quizzes as her head slowly drifted down. She pulled off my pajama bottoms and, before I knew it, my cock was in her warm, moist mouth. With each bob up and down of her head, my body electrified from within. I finally understood why the end goal of every guy is sex. Nothing I had ever experienced had felt this good.Her lips gripped my cock and slid up and down the shaft, while her tongue worked circles on the head. My cock was small enough that she easily allowed it to hit the back of her throat. While my now wet cock was gliding back and forth on her juicy tongue, she pulled off blowjob magic and start tongue-flicking my testicles while deep-throating me. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold off until exploding.She took her shirt off. She made her way back up to my mouth letting her nipples drag up my exposed chest. When she kissed me again, I could taste my own salty, musty precum on her lips. She stood up and took off her pajama bottoms, leaving on her lacey white, v-cut panties.She straddled me again and hovered her sopping pussy over my cock, letting her lips just barely touch it.“Are you ready, Sam? You’re about to get your cherry popped,” she laughed.“Oh my God, Aubrey. Yes!” I yelled.And with that, she lowered herself onto me. Her velvet pussy hugged my cock as she slowly grinded her hips against mine. Her perfect tits rubbed on my face. I licked her nipple and she moaned. I couldn’t bear it any longer. It couldn’t have been thirty seconds since she let me penetrate her before I shot my load into her pussy. She twisted her hips as my cock erupted and stuck her tongue in my mouth one more time. She held herself there for a few seconds and then dismounted.“How was that? How do you feel? Was I a good first lay?” she asked.“Holy fuck, Aubrey, you’re incredible!” I panted.She let out a little giggle and went into the bathroom. When she came back, she put her clothes on, sat next to me and put her head on my shoulder. We fell asleep just like that.Over the next few weeks, we fucked a few more times. She got more aggressive in her love making each time, but I really liked how she took control. She was clearly wearing the pants, and neither of us seemed to mind. The only problem was that I could never last more than a few minutes.A couple of times she seemed a little frustrated at this, but ultimately accepted it for what it was. I was in my own little heaven with her and thought nothing could go wrong. That is, until she insisted that I get out of this apartment and go with her to a party.I told her how I was nervous at those things, and that I would rather not, but she told me that if I didn’t her pussy would be closed for business. She seemed to have no problem delivering that sexual threat. Of course, I didn’t want that to happen. How could I say “no” if that meant not being able to be with the most gorgeous visage of the female form I had every had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon.The end of the week came, and it was time for the party. She told me it was going to be mostly other grad students and that I probably wouldn’t know anyone, but that she would stick by my side. She bought me a new designer button-down shirt for the occasion so that I would look a little older. When she emerged from the bathroom ready to go, I couldn’t help but take her all in.She was wearing a green peasant top and a shiny black tulip skirt that came just about 1/3 of the way down her thigh. Her shiny white pumps accentuated her long, luscious legs. She was going to be the center of attention at this party. I was sure of it. Was I going to be up to the challenge of being the guy on her arm?When we got the party, my suspicions were confirmed. Every guy in the place was ogling her from the get-go. They all looked at me, sizing me up, and I was averting eye contact, completely intimidated by the situation. There were about 75 people in this little 3-bedroom house, and she seemed to know all of them.Everyone kept coming up and bringing us drinks. A seasoned partier, Aubrey was knocking them back, while I slowly sipped. The party cruised along as expected, but the more drunk everyone got, the more the other guys kept getting between me and her. They were clearly flirting with her, but she didn’t seem to notice, or so I thought.A few hours into the party, everyone was fairly trashed, including Aubrey. We were playing beer pong. It was me and her playing against two guys that she knew from classes. Being partners, we were on opposite sides of the table, and I was watching as the guy she was next to, who was a foot taller than her, kept finding ways to look down her shirt.The guy standing next to me made a shot and they both yelled, “drink!”Aubrey, being a good sport, picked up the red solo cup and tilted her head back. In doing so, she lost illegal bahis siteleri her balance and stumbled back. The guy on her side caught her, thankfully, but I was certain he got a handful of her ass in doing so. He looked over at me just when he did it, I guess to see how I would react. He seemed like he was twice my size (I was 5’7”, he was 6’4”) and my pudgy exterior seemed no match for his muscular build, so I wasn’t looking for a fight. I let it go.After the game was finished, Aubrey came over and gave me a big sloppy kiss, which made me feel better about the situation.“Why don’t we find a room, so you can lick my pussy,” she said a little too loudly in my ear.People could over hear. I don’t know what happened, but all my insecurities rushed to the surface, and I froze. She backed up and looked into my eyes with disappointment at my inability to take control of the situation.“Let’s get out of here, babe. Let’s go back home,” I said.“Well, I’m not ready. I still want to have fun!” she said looking around the room, “who wants to dance?”It took about one second for the guy that had just had a handful of her soft, supple ass cheek to run over and grab her arm and lead her to the living room, where several couples were dancing to whatever rap/dance music happened to be playing.I didn’t know what to do. I sat there stewing, watching from afar as Aubrey rubbed her ass into this guys crotch. His hands started on her hips, but were travelling up and down her sides. He put one hand on her stomach and the other on her back. He gave her a little push and she instinctively bent over, putting her hands on the ground and wiggling her ass back and forth in front of him.Her skirt was short enough that her black, lacey cheeky panties peaked out the bottom. I saw his hand reach down to her knee and glide up her smooth legs, his fingers on the inside of her thigh. He tightened his grip as it got higher and I was sure that I saw him cup her ass with his fingers grazing her panty covered slit, rubbing on her most intimate of areas – the one that I had just been given the pleasure to know so well!I couldn’t stand it any longer. I started to make my way to break this thing up when two guys got in my way.“Where do you think you’re going?” one of them said.“Get out of my way,” I said trying to push by them.They were just as big as the guy manhandling who I thought was my girlfriend, and I was not the least bit intimidating to them.“Come on, man. Chill out. Your girl clearly is having a good time. Let her have fun. Let’s get you a drink,” one of them said.They each grabbed one of my arms and led me back into the kitchen. I was scared that I was going to get my ass kicked if I resisted, so I followed. They poured me a drink and then proceeded to engage in the most boring small talk, making sure to keep commenting on how hot Aubrey was, and that girls like that don’t like to get smothered by needy guys like me, so I should play it cool.I finished the drink and, thankfully, it appeared as though they had lost interest in me, so I went in search of Aubrey. When I got to the living room, she was nowhere to be found. My heart began racing. I was in a panic. There a bunch of people smoking outside, and I knew her to be one that had an occasional social cigarette, so I check out there.At this point, there were probably 200 people outside and the scene was wild. I looked around and was asking people if they had seen her. No help came. Twenty minutes had gone by and I was starting to get worried. I texted her, but didn’t receive a response. My heart beat at a fever pitch and my mind raced with possibilities. It felt like a panic attack.I went back inside and sat on a chair in the kitchen, just about ready to give up, when I saw a door further down a hallway open. Aubrey stumbled out. Her hair was messy and her makeup a bit smeared.“Oh my god, she’s been puking,” I thought.“Sam!” she yelled as she stumbled her way toward me.She threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips. I expected to taste vomit but, somehow, what I tasted was much worse. It was the same salty-musty taste I had experienced that night when she took my virginity. It was the taste of pre-cum, although this time, I guessed there was nothing “pre” about it.“Let’s go home,” she said, leaning her full weight against me.It was then that I noticed her breasts were not pushed up and perky like they had been. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I looked down and saw her bra shoved in her purse. And, worst of all, I suppose, I saw those same black, lacey cheeky panties, that Mr. Beerpong’s fingers had brushed against twenty minutes earlier, balled up in there too.My heart sank. But the deepest depth hadn’t been reached. That happened when I saw a glistening trickle of liquid dripping down her inner thigh. I realized she had just been fucked by someone else and that she had let him fill her with his cum. She saw that I saw and pulled herself in closer.“Let’s go home,” she whispered in my ear, “I’ll explain everything on the way.”I was heartbroken, but I didn’t know what else to do. I let her lead me out of the party. Several of the other party-goers gave me knowing glances. I was ashamed. It was clear that I had let the girl I brought to the party get fucked by someone else while I was searching around for her like a little imp.The car ride home was silent. When we arrived back and were in the living room of our shared apartment, she could tell canlı bahis siteleri I was despondent.“Look, let me make it up to you,” she said, implicitly acknowledging what had just happened – that her pussy had just been filled by someone else, that her lips had been rapped around the probably much larger cock of another man, that she probably loved the fact that someone was able to stretch her pussy and fuck her for longer than a minute.“How are you going to do that?” I whined, a tear forming in my eye.“Oh, don’t cry!” she said, “I’ll make it better.”She started to kiss me and something I didn’t think possible began to happen. Even though I knew she had just cheated on me, my cock was still growing because of her embrace. Even though I could taste a cock that wasn’t mine on her lips, I was getting aroused, maybe it was arousing me more.We moved to the bedroom and she stripped my pants off. She didn’t have anything to take off, her panties already wadded up in a ball in her purse. She sat on my 4” flesh rod and it slipped in without resistance. Her pussy had obviously been stretched by a superior cock. But there was also another factor. Some of that superior cock’s cum was still in her, and was now acting as a lubricant.As she bounced up and down on me, I could feel this foreign seed leaking down on me. As much as I wanted to hate it, I didn’t. I was enjoying whatever this was. Who was I? Three weeks ago, I was a shy, virgin, pop-punk listening, introverted, chubby k** who lived by himself, and now I had what was most likely the most strikingly sexy girl at the university riding my cock with another man’s cum trickling down on me.I couldn’t contain myself. I burst into her, sending my seed to mix with that of the muscle-bound man that had fucked her less than an hour prior. We didn’t even bother to clean up. We just lay there afterword and passed out.When we awoke. She made me breakfast. I was still confused by what had happened the previous night. As I sipped on my morning coffee, she laid it out for me.She said she that she had always been polyamorous, but that she really liked me. She wanted to keep our relationship intact, but that she would always need the occasionally fling with a strong, sexy, alpha male – it was just something that she needed. She said I was great, but that I was submissive, which was great for ‘sometimes,’ but that ‘a girl just needs to get fucked hard by a strong, dominant man from time to time.’ She said there was just something about me that was different than that.She reminded me about how when we first met I said I was a free and open person and hoped that was still true, that I could live with this new arrangement. My mind raced. If someone had asked me a month prior if I would have ever gone for this, I would have said ‘no way’. But here I was, and I was thinking of accepting.I thought about it for ten minutes. She kept looking at me and biting her bottom lip waiting for my reply. She was so fucking adorable. All I wanted to do was please her.“I like you too much to not want to be in a relationship with you, Aubrey,” I said.“I get it. I’m not the strong ‘alpha’ male you need, but I am something else that you do. I understand. I like it when you take charge and I follow your lead. If this is where you want to lead, then I’ll follow. Just promise me you won’t be sneaking around. I need to know what you’re doing.”That is how it went for the next few months. We were living together as a couple, but about every other weekend, she would tell me she was going to a party and not to wait up. She would get all dolled up for another guy. She would do her hair, her makeup, and put on sexy panties underneath her jeans or skirts, making sure she was wearing something sexy to please someone else. I would sit and watch with envy. I would send her off with a kiss, and when she came back she would kiss me again with the smell of a man’s cock on her breath and her pussy filled with cum. She told me who it was. Sometimes it was different guys, but she had been seeing more and more of Mr.Beerpong – whose name I now knew to be Scott.She took my statement, that I liked to follow where she leads, to heart and started pushing the boundaries of our relationship. After one of her “dates” with Scott, as she took to calling them, she came home, and I was already asleep. She woke me with a whisper in my ear.“I have a present for you,” she said. She proceeded to gently straddle my face, telling me make her cum. I licked her swollen, used pussy as her “date’s” cum fell into my mouth and on my chin. She moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit on my tongue until she screamed in orgasmic pleasure, and then she curled up in bed, leaving me to jerk off next to her. She was awake, but pretended she wasn’t.The weeks went by, but I started to miss her more when she would be out. The image of her getting her brains fucked out by a strong, muscular man danced around my mind and drove me crazy. Eventually, I told her about what I had been feeling.“I just think that I would like to start being in the room with you. I want to be there with you so that I can be a part of your pleasure and make sure you’re okay. Do you think that would be okay with Scott?” I asked.She sat there thinking. I could almost see the wheels spinning.“I don’t think he would be okay with you being in the room with us while he fucks me,” she said.The phrase “while he fucks me” simultaneously filled me with a sense of helplessness and a sense of erotic pleasure. My heart sank, and my crotch bulged.“But I think I have a plan that could work,” she followed up.My anticipation built waiting to hear her plan. Where would this journey take me next?… to be continued …

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THE REPAIRMAN’S TREATTHE REPAIRMAN’S TREATI was eighteen years old and scheduled to graduate in six weeks. I had a driver’s license, borrowed car, and my hormones were running in overdrive. My girlfriend would have been voted most likely to appear in Playboy if the senior class had such a category. She loved me and I said one day I’d marry her.On a beautiful Saturday morning, I drove my father’s old Chevy to the pre-war bungalow where Roni and her mother lived. I only had enough money for gasoline and our lunch that afternoon, so I couldn’t afford condoms and would have to suffer through one of Roni’s combination hand-job / blow-jobs and she’d have to settle for me sucking her nipples, licking her clit, and pushing my tongue into her cunt until she shuddered with one of her explosive orgasms.I pulled up to the house, put the shifter into neutral, and set the hand brake. Just as Roni’s mother stepped out of the side door, a panel truck from the gas company pulled to the curb behind me.I walked up to my future mother-in-law, but the guy from the gas company had yet to leave his vehicle.“I’m going to work,” she said. “Take the repairman in and have Veronica show him what’s wrong with the stove. The oven won’t come on.”“Okey dokey,” I said.She jumped into her Ford Falcon and the repairman started walking toward me with a tool bag in hand. I held the door and ushered him into the kitchen.“All I know is the oven won’t work,” I said. “I’ll get you one of the ladies of the house to explain more and answer questions.”“Okay, I’ll start taking a look.”He looked like he was in his mid-forties; a clean-cut guy who was probably married with 2.4 c***dren—mister average American. The embroidered name tag on his uniform shirt read Ralph.I took a step closer to Roni’s room and yelled, “Hey, Roni, there’s a man here to fix your oven. Come and tell him what’s wrong.”A moment later I heard, “I’ll be right there.”He had already taken the door off the oven and was looking around with a flashlight.“There’s no pilot light,” he said, like I knew what that meant. “Might be a clogged gas line.”“Uh-huh,” I said. Then I received a 110 volt shock. My lovely girlfriend walked through the doorway from the dining room wearing nothing more than a peach-colored, almost see-through, baby doll pajama set.“Hi, baby,” she said to me.My eyes popped open, but her voice drew the repair man’s attention. He took his head out of the oven and turned in her direction, only to come eye level with Roni’s skimpy nylon panties, thin enough to allow the dark triangle of her thick, curly pubic bush to show through.He swallowed hard and asked, “Uh, you have oven problems?”My first inclination was to push her out of the room and ask if she were out of her mind, but she answered before I could do anything.“It won’t come on. The burners work, but the oven won’t.”It was a cool morning and the room temperature was low enough to cause Roni’s nipples to harden and show through her nightie top. I couldn’t take my eyes off them and had no doubt the repairman was giving them a good look, too.“You probably got a clogged line,” he said. “I’ve got it half apart now. I’ll clean it and you should be good to go.”“Good,” she said, and smiled at him, and then at me.My thoughts of hurrying her out of the room left me as I realized how excited I had gotten by this man looking at Roni in that flimsy nightie. My cock was as hard as a baseball bat and I began to understand how much I enjoyed the idea of other men looking at my girl’s sexy body. I thought of him seeing her totally nude and my cock throbbed.It only took him a minute to disassemble the gas line. “See this,” he said, and held out a small brass tube for Roni to look at. “Clogged up.”She bent down and the low-cut scoop neck of the nightie top fell away from her body. illegal bahis Ralph, the repairman, and I took a good look at her bare tits and hard, dark nipples. My dick was so hard, I’m surprised it didn’t rip through my jeans. The repair man raised his eyes from her knockers and looked her in the eyes. “Uh, I’ll just clean it out.”“Great,” she said, apparently unaffected by being in front a stranger in such a skimpy outfit.I was afraid I might shoot off in my shorts.When he had the oven working again, Ralph said, “You’re all set. Thanks, uh, for the call. They’ll add the service charge to next month’s bill.”“Thanks very much for coming,” she said.Did he cum in his pants? After Ralph left, Roni put her arms around my neck. “Hey, baby, we’re alone now. You happy to see me? She rubbed my leg and let her hand wander over to my cock. “I guess you are. Mmm, you feel big and hard.”“It’s your outfit. Very sexy.”“You like it?”I nodded. “I think Ralph liked it, too.”“Ralph?”I smiled. “The repairman’s name. He’s probably as hard as me now.”Probably looking for the nearest men’s room to hide in and beat his meat. She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t be silly. He’s more than twice my age.”I brushed my hands over her tits. “You think a middle-aged guy wouldn’t like to see your hard nipples?”“I wear less than this on the beach.”“You don’t get the point. Hiding a little is very exciting. For instance, I can just about see your beautiful dark brown bush through the panties. So could he. Makes a guy say to himself, ‘If only that wasn’t there.’”She made a face.“And when you bent over and your top fell forward, he could see everything.”She was beginning to blush. “He was busy with the oven,” she said. “He didn’t look.”I shook my head unable to comprehend her ideas. “Of course he looked. I looked. Ralphie almost gasped.” I raised my eyebrows twice. “We could see your bare tits.”She shook her head. “Well, he’ll probably never see me again.”“Maybe not, but he’ll remember you.”She frowned. “Are you mad at me?”I placed her hand back on my cock. “Would my dick be this hard if I were mad at you?”She kissed me. “Good. Are you ready to get naked with me?”“I was ready when I walked in.”“I’ll go and fill the tub.”“You’re taking a bath?”She gave me a sexy smile. “We are taking a bath. Since we can’t have sex like a real couple today, I want to see how big and hard you get if I wash you very thoroughly. When you’re squeaky clean, I’ll put you in my mouth. Would you like that?”“Only you would ask such a question.”“And when I’m nice and clean will you lick my kitten?”“I will suck on your nipples and lick your kitty until you explode with ecstasy.”“Oooo, sounds good. Take off your clothes and meet me in the bathroom.”<><><>I found her standing next to the old claw-footed tub. Her nighties were neatly folded and lying on the hamper.“You like me better with or without the baby dolls?”“Both. But now I want to watch you take a bath.”“Hold my hand while I step into the tub.”Once she was in the water I said, “Kneel down. Here’s the soap.”I knelt on the bathmat next to the tub and rested my arms on the rim. “Okay, make yourself nice and soapy and show me what you do.”“You like to watch?”“My favorite spectator sport.”Roni worked up a lather and ran her hands over her tits, letting her fingers caress her hard nipples.“I’ll bet Ralph would like to watch you take a bath.”She stuck her tongue out at me. “Oh, yeah?”“He’d appreciate how you pay so much attention to your nipples. Does it feel good when you touch them?”She kept stroking the brick red points. “Mmmm.”“He’d like you to rub your flat tummy.”Her hands moved downward spreading the soap.“Then he’d love to watch you wash your pussy.”With her right hand, she slipped the soap between her thighs and rubbed herself until her muff was covered illegal bahis siteleri with suds. She dropped the soap and let her fingers take over.“Take lots of time,” I said. “Make sure you get very clean.”Roni closed her eyes and continued to stroke her clitoris and move her fingers up and down her slot.“Put your finger in now,” I said. “Think about my tongue being there later.”“Oh, yeah,” she said, sounding like ecstasy wasn’t far away. “You like touching yourself?”“Yes,” she whispered.“Good, but it’s time for me to take over.”She nodded and removed her hand.I began by rubbing her tits and playing with her nipples.“Oh, God,” she said, her eyes again closed.Her fingers found her clitoris again. I moved them away and took over massaging her button. She squeezed her thighs on my hand and I slid my middle finger into her cunt, finger fucking her while she pumped her hips.“Oh, touch my clit again. Please rub it faster.”I did as she asked.“Oh, God, oh, God.” She squeezed her thigh muscles tighter. “Oh, more, more, more.”Her entire body released. “Oh, yes.” And then she reached out for me. “Hold me.”I bent over the tub and embraced her. “Feel good?”“Oh, yes,” she sighed. “Yes. Couldn’t be better.”She rearranged her legs, sat, and slid beneath the water, rinsing off the soap suds. I touched her face. She took my hand and sucked on a finger.“Want company in the tub?” I asked. “Of course. Stand up and I’ll wash you.”I stepped in as she found the bar of soap. “Cleanliness is good,” I said.Kneeling in front of me, she looked at my cock. “You’re already hard.” “How could I watch you and not get hard?”She soaped up my cock. “I love to see your prick, you know.”“Mmmm.” Her hand felt good.“It’s beautiful. But when I see it, I want to touch it. And when I touch it, I want to kiss it. And as soon as I kiss it once, I want to put you in my mouth and suck on it. Do you think I’m bad to think that?”“I think it’s wonderful to hear you say that. It sounds great. My cock is yours. Use it anyway you want.”She took a big sponge and rinsed off all the soap from my dick and began stroking me.“You were already big and hard, but the more I handle you, the thicker you get. I’ve never seen you get this big.”She put her mouth over my cock and moved her head back and forth, sucking on the head and taking the entire length into her mouth.“I can’t believe you, “she said. “It’s like sucking on a big cucumber. Maybe it’s good you don’t have any condoms. You may be too big to fit into my pussy.”I smiled. “I think we could find a way.”She dropped her gaze and then looked up through dark eyelashes with her big brown eyes. “I’m only a young girl—almost a virgin. And you were the first.”“I remember.”“My pussy is very tight and your cock is so thick today. Do you think it would fit?”Only Roni could have pulled off a performance like that. Only she could look innocent and demure when only moments ago she had been sucking my cock.I nodded. “I’d fit.”“Mmm. Maybe you could fuck me just a little. I want to feel that big thing inside me.”“I’d love to. And I’ll be careful not to go off accidentally.”“Mmm. Good.”She ran her tongue along the length of my cock and covered the head with her lips and sucked. Not another word was spoken as she moved her head back and forth. I enjoyed the sight of her beautiful face and my cock disappearing between her lips while she gently squeezed my balls. The feeling intensified so much I held onto the window sill and stretched. “Oh, yeah. Oh, that’s good. Any minute now.”She pulled me from her mouth and began jerking my dick. Okay, baby,” she whispered. “Just let it go. Let it go.”“Oh, damn!” I shot at least a half cup of spunk and watched it land on her tits.“Oh, that’s my boy.” She spoke softly and wiped my cock with the sponge. “Feel good?”“Did it ever.”“But canlı bahis siteleri look, you got cum all over my boobs.” She took her hands and spread it over her tits. “I can’t wipe it off. You’ll have to wash me again.”<><><>We lay back facing each other, relaxing in the tub. I had closed my eyes, but opened them when I felt Roni’s foot between my legs, rubbing my cock with her toes. I looked at her and smiled.“Are you going to get hard again?”“I will if you keep tickling my dick with your toes.”She smiled. “Do you want men to look at me?”The question surprised me and I didn’t quite know how to respond. So, I did a little tap dance.“You’re beautiful. You may not think so, but men do. And they look at you. They wonder what you’d look like without your clothes on. You get them hot.”“I can’t believe that. Men like blonde, human Barbie dolls with huge boobs. I’m just another girl.”“I’m never sure if you’re naive or fishing for compliments, but that’s crazy. You’re pretty and very sexy. And if a man wouldn’t give a paycheck to be sitting in this tub with you, he doesn’t like girls.”“Thank you. That was sweet. And you don’t mind if they look at me?”“Why would I mind? I guess it’s like having the coolest bicycle on the block. I guy can’t keep it in the garage.”She gave me a smile that lit up the room. “You think the repairman really liked what he saw?”“Count on it.”“That’s flattering.”“It was meant to be. You’re hot stuff. Believe it.”“Is that man seeing me almost nude the reason you got so big.”“Must be, if today was a first.”“Hmmm.”She closed her eyes and relaxed again. I said, “We’re going to look like prunes if we stay in the water any longer.”“Let’s dry off and lay on the bed.”“Still want to fuck just a little?” I asked. “That was my idea.”<><><>We spent a half hour rolling around on the bed. She held her tits for me to suck. She stroked and sucked my cock. She talked about other men seeing her nude. She asked if I had ever wanted to let someone watch us fuck. All her sexy talk made my cock thicken again. The head of my dick was swollen and dark red.“I need you in my pussy, now.” She sounded like she was ready to burst into orgasm. “Oh, God, I’m wet. Fuck me please.”I didn’t want to get her pregnant any more than I wanted the Bubonic Plague, but a guy just can’t refuse a request like that. As soon as I pushed my cock into her creamy hole she said, “Oh, yeah, that’s good. Fuck me hard. Please fuck me hard.”Never wanting to disappoint someone so lovely, I obliged—until I felt about to cum again. I pulled out, held my cock, and stroked it several times. I shot a load that landed on Roni’s thigh.She sighed. “That was lovely.” Then she pointed to the puddle of semen on her leg. “But you always make a mess.” Her smile could have melted a glacier. She took a tissue from a pup-up box on the nightstand and handed it to me. I took the hint.<><><>I lay on my back and Roni rested her head on my shoulder. Her leg lay on my thigh while he was tracing swirls on my dick. “Maybe someday another man might see me without my clothes on.”I grinned. “Lucky him.’“And you’d like that?”“If it makes me feel as hot as it did today, yeah.”“If you get big and hard like you did today, it would be in my best interest.”“You like sex, so it would.”“Would you like men to see me stark naked?”My cock was growing and she didn’t stop running her finger over the head.I chuckled. “Stark naked?”“Okay, nude.”“Like on a nude beach?”“If you take me to France, I’ll go to a nude beach with you.”That was a world-class offer.“I think they have plenty of nude beaches in France, but if I couldn’t afford a box of condoms, I guess plane tickets to Europe are out of the question right now.”“Well, maybe someday, when we’re married and both working.”“Yeah, someday. I’d love to see you at a nude beach. And all the men there would have to hide their boners.”She snuggled a little and kissed my chest. “Okay, someday.”“Europe will have to wait, but when I get paid next, I’ll buy a dozen rubbers.”“And I’ll let you fuck my pants off . . . again.”

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Our BVI Adventure Part 1Day OneLike a much watched, favorite movie clip, she walked up out of the ocean surf towards me, water drops glistening on her naked skin, her long black hair whipping in the wind. Her shadow fell over me, as she leaned down….. a hard jolt woke me as the plane touched down and landed. Well, damn! Interrupted a perfect dream that I hope to make reality very soon. After getting our bags and leaving the plane, we grabbed a taxi to cross the island for the Redhook ferry. Once there, we board a water taxi to get all the way to the east end of the BVI. Already a long day, this voyage only adds to our weariness, and our day is barely half done. We are staying at the Bitter End Yacht Club for the first time and my wife is beyond excited. A week before our arrival, I asked my friend Carlos to sail our boat over to BEYC so we would be able to use her while there. Tonya is still all smiles and bubbling over with excitement when we arrive but I can see she is obviously worn out. We get checked in and go to our room and the view is amazing! Sun, sea, sand and gorgeous multi-hued waters every direction. To set the tone of our get-away I inform her the windows will stay open the entire trip. Anyone looking our way from the boats bobbing around out in the sparkling turquoise waters will have a very clear view of all activity in our room. We head on down to the bar, which is the only thing still open this late in the evening, and grabbed a quick bite. After several minutes of heads bobbing in exhaustion over our meal, we finally throw in the towel and admit we need to go to bed. Back in our room, we go ahead and unpack. Sneaking a peak as she puts her things away, I get fired up to see she brought her much favored new toy. Finally settling into bed, I pull her close and softly run my hands over her body. Her nipples are hard and she is wet, as always. Unfortunately, I’m so tired I’m struggling to stay awake. Just as I was getting ready to apologize and go to sleep, we hear moaning from the room next door. Followed by the obvious sounds of someone having some pretty intense sex. Well, this wakes me right back up! She laughs softly and comments how the woman seems to be enjoying whatever is going on. I am rock hard as I push against her from behind, sliding into a pussy that is even wetter than before. My wife is as much a voyeur as I am, just hides it better. The couple from next door illegal bahis gets louder in their passionate pursuits which succeeds in sending us both to the edge quickly. Listening intently, it takes no time at all before we both explode in ecstasy. As hot as it was to eavesdrop, we’re both too exhausted and just can’t take more advantage of the situation. I held her as we lay there listening to the hard pounding the woman next door was obviously loving. After several more minutes, Tonya crawls out of bed grabs the aforementioned vibrator from the dresser drawer. Sliding back into bed, she lies on her back, smiled up at me and starts playing. I’m spent but always enjoy watching her as she brings herself closer and closer to orgasm. Several minutes go by and we hear moaning followed by a loud scream. For the first time, we hear the woman’s partner in crime as he groans loudly, finally cumming hard and fast. My girl cums right along with them, lying there panting for a few minutes, mumbling “Perfect way to end our first night” before slipping into a deep sleep. Day TwoThe next morning, we wake up and go check out the resort. It’s really nice! We are all the way east in the BVI, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. I take Tonya to the boat first thing but she is a little hesitant to go out. Fortunately, the winds are light so I assure her she will be okay. She is not what you’d call a seasoned sailor. We take the boat out and I motor sail to get her to relax. Not too long into our journey, I look over and see her laid back on the bench, smiling contentedly. I ask what’s up. She answers, “I’m just thinking about that poor girl last night”. Poor girl my ass, she was loving it! We are floating in a nice quiet cove, so I take advantage, kneel and spread her legs. Sliding two fingers inside her, I discover she’s soaking wet… just as I suspected! I laugh as she blushes. “You naughty girl! You will have to blow me.” She stresses about boats in the area, but I tell her no worry, they can’t see. Somewhat reassured, she reaches over and begins sliding my trunks down my thighs. She keeps looking around as if we might get caught. Finally, just as she feels safe and starts sucking on me, we hear a motorboat heading straight for us. Tonya immediately stops and sits up. Damn!!! She’s bashful when others are around and I know it. No worries, I still love her! We decide to head back in to go have drinks at happy illegal bahis siteleri hour. The bar seems to be a hopping spot as we meet a lot of fun people pretty much immediately. The couple seated next to us seem cool and we share small talk. She’s cute and has a few extra pounds but carries it very nicely. He’s a nice looking big black fella in good shape. He had a head full of dreads and I could tell Tonya enjoyed the view (she has at a thing for dreads). But, after a few rounds of drinks, they take off. Not long after, we decide to pay our bill and go to our room too. As we start getting ready for bed, we once again hear our exuberant couple next door going at it again. My wife sends me a heated look and asks me to fuck her on the balcony. Gladly! I take her hand and lead her out. Both of us completely nude, I bend her over the railing and slide right in. I chose the railing closest to the neighboring porn stars as they left their doors wide open. All the better to hear them with! Thrusting faster and harder, Tonya squirts all over me. She cums very quickly most of the time, but this was indeed a record! I’m turned on so much, I explode much too quickly. Damn! I feel bad because she is obviously horny for more but unfortunately, I’m finished for the night after my intense orgasm. We stand out there for a while, holding each other and enjoying the breeze and sound of the waves…. and the ecstasy our neighbors are determined to share with all within hearing distance. Before I slip off into a deep sleep, a slight humming noise coming from the other side of the bed briefly wakes me. I pretend to still be sleeping as I lie there and enjoy the show. Day ThreeThe next morning after breakfast, I needed to gas up the boat before we can back out on the water. When I get back from my errand, I find Tonya talking to the couple we met the night before. As I join them, Tonya informs me she has invited them to join us for the day. This is a little upsetting since I had planned on making love to my wife on the boat, multiple times. I had some making up to do for the two times we’d fucked since arrive, which totaled about 3 minutes combined on my end. But you know, they seem nice and we are in paradise, so I’m not too upset. Another chance will present itself!Our new boat mates are Sandy and Randy (I know, right!?!). I go to pay the tab so we can leave and find out Randy already paid ours. canlı bahis siteleri He shrugs and says it’s the least they can do since we are taking them out in our boat. Everybody needs to go the rooms and grab what we need for the day, so we all head up together. As we near our door, they stop next door and let themselves in. Yes, that room. Tonya looks at me and grins. Out on the water, we discover Sandy doesn’t like the water much so the girls decide to stay on the boat while Randy and I snorkel. They are a very cool couple and we get along famously. After a few hours of snorkeling and boating, I suggest we go back in for happy hour. Well, happy hours turns into a nice long, comfortable dinner. I start to notice a certain vibe from Tonya, alerting me to the fact that she is very horny. I announce how wore out I am and immediately pay our tab. Tonya seems a little irritated I’m cutting the evening kinda short but fakes it well. After we weave our way back into our room, she pushes me on out to the balcony and jerks my pants down. She all but attacks my half hard cock and in no time, I’m hard as a rock. Turning me around with my dick for all to see, she starts slapping my ass, then proceeds to ream my ass. She only does this when she’s really jacked up. After a very intense and pleasurable few minutes, she begs me to fuck her in the ass, a little loudly to be honest. She bends over a chair. I whisper, “Right here?!” “Yes”, she answers again louder than needed, “I want you to fuck me in the ass for anyone to see!” Now I know she’s drunk but I gladly do as told. We go at it and I immediately notice she’s much louder than normal. And she usually doesn’t like me taking my time back there, but tonight she’s acting differently. Very open and free. Her ass relaxed and in obvious lust, I was in heaven! About this time, we hear Randy and Sandy next door getting after it even louder than the night before. Tonya moans and immediately stiffens, squeezing my dick fulling embedded in her ass. This pushes me over the top, as I fill her up with cum. A little later, after a long relaxing shower, I ask her what got into her? She tells me the girls talked about sex the whole time on the boat. They each described both us guys in very great detail apparently. She is now in possession of the knowledge that Randy has a very large thick cock, and Sandy wants to try to get ass fucked but is too afraid because of the size of his cock. They also talked about experimenting, Sandy sharing she’s done it before. Tonya and I have talked about it often during sex, but she hadn’t really shown a great deal interest in following through. I admit I was intrigued.

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Can I Lick Your Pussy?” She AskedIt was in my twenty fifth year that I left my home town. While I’d always planned to spread my wings, it was an ugly break up with a long time boyfriend that was the catalyst. I moved from being a nurse in a small town hospital to being a nurse in a big city hospital. Apart from the pain of leaving family and friends, the move was the most exciting time of my life. I first resided in the nurse’s accommodation adjacent to the main hospital. While my small room was clean and comfortable, it came with some restrictions that a confident and inquisitive twenty five year girl didn’t need, like night time curfews and no male visitors. As for the actual nursing part, I settled in and proved myself by working hard, being polite and keeping out of trouble. Hospital people are like family, and I soon made new friends, and with it came a healthy social life. It didn’t take long for a new man to enter my life, even though the relationship would be short lived. It was on a cold wet day that I met Christopher in a downtown car park while waiting to pay at a pre-pay machine. He was the kind of guy I usually go for, confident, taller than me, cute looking and an ability to make me laugh. And after a few dates, I let him seduce me to his bed. The sex was good, but a few weeks into it suggested that we wouldn’t be together long. It took but a short time for Christopher’s controlling nature to come to the fore, but when it did, my desire to be free to do what I want took over. I broke it off and became a single woman again.While I enjoy having a man in my life, I’ve never had any fear of being single. I’m not the most beautiful woman in the world; but I’m not the ugliest either. Like any woman, I know my best and worst attributes. I’m tall and lean with just mere a handful of breasts, but hey, not all men like huge ones anyway. I like my nice round bum which fills out a pair of jeans or a mini skirt very well. While my long legs are shapely, I think my thighs are too fat. However, my boyfriends have always told me that I have great legs, so there. My natural blonde hair is thick and wavy; mornings I curse it while trying to brush knots free, but when washed and blow dried, its stunningly beautiful. When I look into the mirror, I don’t really know who I see. My blue eyes are beautiful; my nose I think is too pointy. My teeth look good, but only after dental work when I was young. My freckles are the bane of my life, even though everybody tells me how cute they are. I always try and hide them with make up, but in the summer it’s almost impossible to do so. I know I’ll never win any beauty contests, but like most women, I would consider myself passable on a dark night. I think the rest just comes down to confidence.When it comes to the sex thing, I guess I take the middle road. I’ll not make a good nun, but I’ll never be a slut either. I like sex as much the next woman, but with me it’s got to be in the context of a relationship, I’m not into one night stands. It takes me a little while before I’ll commit to a guy, I really want to see what he’s like personality and commitment wise. If the sex thing does happen, I just loved to be seduced with lots of foreplay and kissing. I’m pretty adventurous so long as its pleasure and not pain. I like giving oral, but absolutely love receiving it in return. Nothing turns me on more than an accomplished lickers tongue tormenting my well deserving pussy. The boyfriend I broke up before leaving my home town was the best licker I’d ever had. When my parents went out, which was luckily quite often, I would position myself on a comfortable chair and let him go to work on me. He could suckle me through lots of little orgasms over a period of time leaving me drained but contented. And for his efforts, I would ride his cock to his hearts content, and sometimes I would swallow for him. But alas, all good things come to an end and we went our separate ways. When it actually comes down to the act of copulation, any position is fine so long as it’s comfortable; I love to be ridden with my legs held high. My favourite places to do that are in bed, or in the lounge on a chair or a couch. I like my men to have stamina and staying power, and to be passionate in their love making. The size of a man’s dick is always a great topic of conversation, but for me it isn’t important. All my lovers, not that there’s been many of course, have been average in size. While some have been a little longer or thicker, it hasn’t made any difference to my pleasure. Am I inquisitive what it would be like having a very well endowed lover? Maybe a little, but I wouldn’t break my neck to try one out.So I guess that I have a healthy attitude to sex, which is completely out of sorts with my mother’s generation. My mum was a virgin when she met my father, and has remained completely faithful to him ever since. I’ve always had a wonderful open relationship with my mum, and she was well aware of my sexual escapades with illegal bahis different boys. While she never condoned it, she never tried to lecture me about it either. The important thing was that my dad never knew, for he would never understand or forgive me. I loved to tease my mum, and would sometimes feed her little tits bits of naughty things to try and embarrass her, she would blush and giggle and tell me what a terrible daughter I was. I’ll never forget the day that she found my vibrator under my pillow, which I’d forgotten to hide after a previous night’s enjoyment. She didn’t know what it was, and I took great pleasure in telling her what it was for, and how good it was. I fell on the bed laughing when she made a hurried departure. Being a terrible daughter with a devious disposition, I then brought one for her. She was horrified of course, and refused to accept it, but I walked away and left her with it. A few days later on a Sunday morning while we were alone in the kitchen, she leaned over and told me how disgustingly good it was. We laughed, until I asked her what dad thought. Then she blushed and told me to mind my own business. My last comment to her on the subject; was that she kept a good supply of batteries in the house; she smiled and told me that she most certainly would.Anyway, getting back to my story. It was a few months after my arrival that I met Ruth; a fellow nurse who worked in the emergency ward. Being such a large hospital, the chances of us meeting or working together would’ve been minimal. It was just that we ended up sitting next to each other at a hospital seminar that we met. Nurses on the most are part social a****ls; and we soon struck up a conversation. I liked Ruth right from the start; for she was full of beans, and outrageously loud and funny. We were soon laughing and having fun. After the seminar, we agreed to meet up sometime over a few drinks. The next time we got together, I was appalled how much beer Ruth could drink, but the more she drank, the funnier and more entertaining she got. When I told her that I was still living in the nurse’s accommodation, she burped loudly and suggested that I might move in with her. A few days later, I moved into a spare room in the house that Ruth rented, and the fun began. Ruth had only one purpose in life, and that was to have fun. She told me that as far as men were concerned, she was the perfect woman, all boobs and bum, and no brains. While she indeed did have a substantial pair of breasts and a formidable backside to go with them, she was also one of the smartest people I’d ever met. Whenever our working shifts allowed, we would venture out to bars and restaurants to have a good time. I soon had to put the brakes on as my money was going out the door quicker than I could earn it. That was fine as far as Ruth was concerned, and then stocked the fridge with beer. It also became apparent that Ruth had lots of friends, and there were always people dropping in for an impromptu party. The weeks began to fly past, and our friendship grew, and for me there was no need to have a man in my life. And when it came to sex, Ruth proved to have little inhibitions or morals. After a few drinks, she just loved to tell me all about her sexual adventures. Her favourite stories were about a camping tour she’d done in Europe. She banged twelve different guys over a six week period, and sometimes more than one at a time. She reckoned that there was nothing better than someone watching her do it. The trouble with Ruth was that she was blatantly honest, and I have no doubt that she was telling the truth without embellishing her sordid little stories at all. While Ruth may have been a girl of curvaceous proportions, she was also very pretty and would have no problems at all of attracting the opposite sex. One night I arrived home from my shift to find Ruth on the couch with a guy called Brett, I would later find out he was the old on again off again boyfriend that I’d heard about. Brett was tall and thick set, and while he had that unshaved untidy look about him, he was kind of good looking with it. Like Ruth, he was outgoing and friendly; and I joined them for a glass of wine while winding down from a busy night. We were soon laughing and having fun, but I was bright enough to see that lust was in the air. Not wanting to be a stick in the mud, I eventually excused myself on the proviso that I was tired and needed sleep. Ten minutes later, I was in my bed and out like a light.My bedside clock told me it was two twenty in the morning when I woke tangled in my top sheet. After making myself comfortable, I dozed quietly waiting for sleep to return. The house was deathly quiet; the outside street traffic noise all but disappeared. My senses turned to a strange but distant moaning noise, and it took a few seconds for me to realise it was Ruth. Even though her bedroom was further down the hall, it was still loud enough to recognise what was going on. I grinned sleepily illegal bahis siteleri as I listened to their love making, Ruth’s little groans and moans of pleasure drifting into my room. I confess to getting somewhat aroused, and maybe a little bit of jealousy crept in also, for it had been a while since I’d been loved. But I wasn’t quite alone, and my trusty vibrator was soon busy between my thighs, not as good as a man, but a lot less messy I convinced myself.Brett had departed by the time I arose the next morning, and I joined Ruth at the dining table with my favourite breakfast, four slices of pate on toast and an orange juice. “Have fun last night?” I asked.Ruth looked up from her magazine and grinned, “Ohhhhhhhhhh yees.” “Thought so from all your noise.” I replied hoping to embarrass her, which I should have realised would be a complete waste of time.Ruth just chuckled and deftly stole a piece of toast from my plate.”How about keeping the noise down, I don’t want to hear you at it. I thought you were in some sort of pain or something from all your moaning and groaning.” I added in mock seriousness.Ruth leaned back in her chair and smiled, “Well the thing is, Brett’s got a real big dick. And when he fucks me long and hard, which he likes to do, I just can’t control myself.””Too much information.” I stated.But Ruth was on a roll and laughed heartily as she held her hands up a fair distance apart.”It’s this big and very fat.” she added. “And it fills me right up, couldn’t take another inch if I tried. Trouble is, he can go for bloody hours, and I have to kick him off before he wears my poor old fandango out. And we can’t have that, can we. So, have you ever had a big one?””Nope.” I answered.”Mmmmmm, you don’t know what you’re missing. Mind you, it’s not every girl’s cup of tea I suppose.””I reckon it’s more about technique than size.” I suggested.Ruth laughed, “Don’t you believe it. That myth is spread by girls who haven’t had the opportunity or by guys who haven’t got the goods. I’d prefer a big dick over an average one any old day.””I’ll just have to take your word for it.” I replied. “But I’ll be satisfied if you keep your vocal repertoire down in future so that I can get some sleep at night.”Ruth pulled a face, “I’ll try, but you know how it is. Big dick; will scream. Anyway, you won’t have to put up with it for long, Brett’s heading overseas in a few weeks time.””Good.””But until then, I’m gonna get my moneys worth. Can I have another piece of your toast?””Absolutely not.” was my reply.The next night that Brett stayed over, Ruth put on a real show for me to listen to. She moaned and groaned as the bed head rocked against the wall keeping me awake. I grinned, for I knew well it was all for my benefit. The next morning, she grinned knowingly at me and handed me a pair of earplugs which had no doubt been pilfered from the hospital. “Sorry, should’ve given these to you last night, hope I didn’t keep you awake for too long, but Brett was in fine form as usual.””You’re disgusting, do you know that.” I accused.”Mmmm mmmmm, so true, but disgustingly satisfied.” she replied.”Too much information.” “You’re just jealous.” she said. “Maybe I should loan Brett to you, then you’d know what I have to put up with.””Thanks, but no thanks.””Aw c’mon, he thinks you’re quite hot for a skinny bird.””Now you’re jealous.” I accused.Ruth looked up at the ceiling as if in deep contemplation, “Nah, I like having big tits, and guys reckon they like hanging onto my big arse.””Have to have big fucking hands to hang onto that.” I added quickly.Ruth burst into laughter, and then into a giggle, and I soon joined her. We ended up sitting on the floor with tears of laughter pouring from our eyes. “So, shall I tell Brett you’re interested in trying him out? I told him you haven’t been laid for months, and that you’re raring to try him out.” she commented a few minutes later while walking out the door.”NO, don’t you dare.” I yelled.I didn’t see much of Brett after that previous night, as Ruth and my shifts were on opposites. But on the last night before Brett’s departure, the three of us ended up at home. Brett had arrived with a small stash of grass that he needed to get rid of before he left. Usually I can take grass or leave it, as it always comes with conflict between feeling real good and the i*****lity of it. But that night I was in the mood and willingly let Ruth and Brett seduce me into joining them. The grass was good quality stuff, and we sat back to let the mood take us. Brett and Ruth were cuddled up on the couch while I sat opposite in a comfortable chair. With the room dark and the stereo playing in the background, we smoked a few joints and enjoyed ourselves. Ruth and Brett’s inhibitions were dulled, and there were little kisses, and caresses of wandering hands. I was split between wanting to stay and have fun, or retiring to bed to give them some privacy. Not wanting to be selfish, I began to get myself together with the intention canlı bahis siteleri of heading to my bed.Ruth read my mind and smiled, “No need to go, you can stay here.””Thought you guys would wanna be alone seeing as it’s your last night together.” Ruth pulled a face, “Nah, got my monthly. I’m out of order for a few days.”I laughed, “Good, serves you right. At least I’ll get some sleep tonight.””Bitch.””Anyway, shows what a lousy lover you are. There’s more than one way to skin a cat. You can still have plenty of fun without actually doing it.” I accused.Ruth grinned sarcastically, “Oh really, please explain.””Use your imagination; you don’t need me to tell you.” I replied realising that I’d stuck my big fat foot into my equally big fat mouth.Ruth turned to Brett, “I don’t have any ideas, do you?””Nope, none at all.” Brett replied happily in their shared conspiracy.”Here, take this.” Ruth demanded as she handed over a half smoked joint.I took it and snuck a puff as Ruth pushed Brett down on the couch and straddled him, leaning forward she dropped her heavy breasts over his face and rubbed them up and down. I laughed as they struggled, Brett trying to get away while Ruth tried to suffocate him, her large breasts almost popping out of her low top as she rubbed her body over his. Eventually, Brett gave up his struggle and succumbed to Ruth’s advances. At this point, it was all a bit of harmless fun as far as I was concerned. Then all of a sudden, Ruth sat up and grinned, “Oh dear, what have we here?”Sliding backwards down Brett’s thighs, Ruth pulled back the elastic of his tracksuit pants exposing a very, very large erection. She looked over at me and smiled sweetly as her hand took hold of it, the look on Brett’s face sort of indicated that he wasn’t in too much pain. At this point I should’ve done a runner, but I guess the grass had tempered my better judgement, and I was more interested in staying. I watched as Ruth slid back further and directed Brett’s cock to her mouth and began to suckle on it. From my position just a few feet away, I had a good view of proceedings. Ruth was quite right about Brett’s cock, for it was substantial in size and bigger that any that I had encountered. It was long and thick with a large bulbous circumcised head, a substantial curve to the left allowed it drop to his navel whenever Ruth released it from her mouth. A wet tide mark just over the head indicated just how much Ruth was taking into her mouth. After a short time, she looked over at me.”So, what do you think of this?” she whispered.”Big.” was all I could think off in reply.”Mmmmmm, it is such a nice big cock.” she replied. “Would you like to play with it?” “No.””Aw c’mon, Brett reckons you’re kinda hot. Don’t you Brett?”He looked over at me and smiled, “Sure I do.”Then Ruth slid from the couch and smiled at me, “I got him ready, now he’s all yours. I’m going to bed.” Ruth then simply left the room leaving Brett and I alone. Brett looked over at me and smiled lustfully, “So, shall we play?”My problem, I thought to myself, is that I was indeed aroused and interested. I knew that I should decline, but my silence was enough encouragement for Brett to roll from the couch and stand in front of me. In front of my face hung his erection just begging for attention; and I felt my hand rise involuntarily and touch it. I first examined its girth, and then its length to explore its erect and heavy hardness. Thick veins were visible on route to the large head which my fingers could not quite traverse. Brett slipped to his knees before me and let his hands wander up under my nurse’s uniform; I felt my thighs part in expectation as they reached my panties. It had been a long while since a man had touched me, and I willingly raised my buttocks from the chair as Brett removed my panties. He slid my uniform up my thighs exposing my pussy to his eyes for the first time. He then gazed at my nakedness for a few seconds before his powerful arms lifted me and pulled my buttocks to the edge of the chair. With great anticipation, I spread my thighs wide and invited him to lick me, and then the disappointment started.Right from the start, Brett’s unshaven face caused discomfort, his short whiskers scratching my smooth thighs. I opened them wider, only to find that his short bristly moustache irritating my normally receptive pussy. For a short time, I tried to ignore my discomfort, for his warm tongue felt nice on my clitoris, but I eventually had to pull away.”What’s wrong?” he whispered.”You need a shave; your whiskers are hurting me.””Sorry.” he replied raising his face from between my thighs.I looked down to see his cock hovering close to my pussy, and with some trepidation I allowed him to lift my buttocks back to the edge of the chair. I watched as he guided the large head between my pussy lips and move it up and down for a little lubrication. He then placed it at my opening and applied a little pressure. The thick head popped in with ease, and I settled back on the chair as Brett began move inside me, each stroke slipping deeper inside me. My pussy while stretched as never before, seemed to accept Brett’s invading intentions easily, and the pleasure began to register, at least for awhile.

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Me and My BrotherThis is a true storyA couple of years ago, when I was still living a home, I was just learning how fun it was to dress up. I was only 15 at the time. I had bought a dress from a charity shop super cheap, some girl’s underwear from a super market, and had “borrowed” my older sisters wig (she had a lot of wigs). One day when I thought the house was empty, I got naked, then put on the underwear (I stuffed my bra with socks), the dress and the wig. I had just put everything on and was checking myself out in the mirror, when I started from hearing noises from the next room. It was my younger brothers room. I didn’t realise he was still in. Surprised, I rushed straight to the door, thinking he was about to come in. I then realised what I was hearing wasn’t movement, is was people talking… or moaning.I sneaked out my illegal bahis room and to his. His door was slightly open, so I could silently open it to peak. He was behind his computer. He was watching porn. The moaning I heard was a girl. He was playing with himself too.I should say at this point that he was only a couple years younger than me. I was 15, and he was 14. Just bare that in mind.I didn’t see much, his desk is against the wall away from the door, so all I could see what his back. However, I could clearly see what was on his screen. And I could also see his trousers and boxers around his ankles. I could also hear him panting, and a distinct slapping noise. I don’t know why, but it really turned me on. I’d honestly never felt like that before. I slid my dress up to I could reach my cock, and began stroking it. I illegal bahis siteleri was getting close, when I accidently grabbed the door handle, making a loud noise. Startled, my brother turned around and tried to cover himself.“Who’s there?! Don’t come in!” he shouted.“It’s just me” I said. “Oh…… why are you wearing Sammy’s wig?” I didn’t realise he could see. We normally tell each other everything, except for out most intimate thoughts, but I guess that’s out the bag too. I slowly walked in, shamed, to show him. He looked at me in astonishment. “I didn’t realise you liked dressing up.”“You obviously like it too”. On his screen was, in fact, shemale pornography. On top of which, I could still clearly see his penis, and saw he was getting an erection. I gestured as much.“Oh, uhm… no, I… I..”I didn’t say anything. I canlı bahis siteleri sat on his bed, within arm’s reach of the chair he was sitting on. I reached for him, then gave him a look as if asking for permission. He nodded. Which my hand, I touched his cock, that suddenly became very hard. I began stroking it. It was a strange sensation to touch another man’s cock. I looked at him to see the pleasure on his face. Suddenly, he lurched, and his cock began throbbing as his cum came shooting out.I wiped my hand on a cloth he ‘conveniently’ had nearby. We looked at each other. He reached over for me. I flinched and pulled away. I stood up.“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have barged in.” I immediately ran out. As soon as I was in my room, I threw everything I had on in the cupboard and his under quilt. I then heard my parents.We never spoke again about what happened. We stayed close, but it just never came up. And even when we were fighting, it was never brought up. I guess because we both had dirt on each other, but all the same. I guess you could call that my first experience.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Lily and LouSlowly, I looked at myself in the mirror, fresh out of the shower, still wrapped in towels. For 43 years of age, even though I say it myself, I’m still in great shape. Never having had c***dren helps I suppose, although I’ve wanted them in the past. Just HE couldn’t get it up enough to breed me. It’s not been a bone of contention, just a slight regret on my behalf. But then, as a result, we have the funds to live a life my friends can only wish for, as their money is tied up their c***dren, swings and roundabouts I suppose. HE has already left for work, he works long and hard hours, often away. It pays for the nice cars, the expensive clothes, the good house, the indoor pool, it provided the money for me to start up my own business. Life’s good. It’s such a shame HE is a shit shag. Especially in the morning. No foreplay, straight in, a few grunts, a little dribble, and he’s into the shower rushing to get out and beat the motorway traffic. It leaves me so unsatisfied. Good job I’ve an account with Ann Summers, and have a selection of self-help toys, as I need to finish the job of myself most of the time. Like I did this morning. Being the boss has its perks. I don’t have to rush in for 8:45 like I expect my staff to. I expect them to put the hours in, they’re rewarded financially. I don’t tolerate slackers, I fuck them off very quickly, and as the years have gone on, I’ve a very loyal, hardworking core of people, who I know I can rely on to deliver the goods. I drop the towel, and gaze at my body. My tits are still nice and firm, a nice C-cup. Not big, not small, but firm enough to allow nights out braless. My stomachs flat, my waist narrow, my hips wide. My ass has padding, it moves and wobbles at times. There’s definite junk in the trunk there. It goes against the firmness of the rest of my body, and I could work at it in the gym, but I like it just the way it is. I fill a pair of jeans, I like the glances from the males of the world. “Hell, yeah Lou, you’re working it yet again.”I go over to the drawers, black opaque stockings picked, I sit on the bed, and roll them slowly up my legs. I pull them all the way up, until they stop just below my smooth pleasure zone. The elastic in the tops holding tight on my thighs. I choose a matching red bra and thong set, trimmed with a little black lace, so subtle you must look real close to see it. I fasten the bra, and turn it round, and put my arms through the straps. I love the sheer material, that it doesn’t hide my pierced nipples. But then the thong barely covers my strip of pubic hair. I decided not to trim it all away yesterday…not that HE noticed. Makes you wonder why I bother sometimes. Over to the wardrobe, I pick a dark grey suit, the skirt coming to just above my knees, with a split up the front of about four or five inches. I pick out a red blouse, thin in material, but goes all the way to my neck. No need to show cleavage today, there’s very little left to the imagination with the transparency of both my blouse and bra! Last thing are my heels, red today I think, just the 3.5” heel on them. One last look in the mirror, apply some bright scarlet lipstick…. yeah, good to go.The journey to work was uneventful, as usual. The sales team were busy at work, we’ve a new commission, and it needs selling to our regular client base, as it’s a little out of the ordinary. Karl from accounts approaches, but I wave him away. He always seems to want to run this, or that, passed me, it’s always on spreadsheets that he feels the need to show me, I’m sure it’s just to try and get a look down my blouse. If the stories I hear are true, then he has a decent sized cock, just doesn’t know quite how to use it. I should maybe give him a blowjob one day, just to satisfy my curiosity. Today’s not that day though.Lily, my PA, greets me warmly, as always, and says she’ll bring my coffee through in a couple of minutes, which she does. She hands me my mail also, bills for this, for that, a few order enquiries, and an invite to a trade seminar in Toulouse. Lily potters about the office, immaculately dressed as always, cream blouse, vest top underneath it, black trousers, and ballet pump shoes. I wish she’d wear heels, but she never does. She was bending over, filing some forms away. Her ass was just perfect, and I said to myself “nice ass”.“Sorry, what was that Ms Louise?”Shit! I’d said it out loud. Oh, fuck it. “I was just thinking you’ve got a nice ass Lily.”“Thank you, Ms Louise.”“Your boyfriend must be really special, as you look gorgeous.”“Thank you, Ms Louise. I really like him. Or at least I did, He was my ‘one’, then I found out he was fucking some little trollope in his work and got her pregnant….”“Sorry to hear that Lily.”“Don’t be. Two can play that game. Every time he’s ‘working late’ and seeing that little slapper, I’ve rang one of his mates up, got dressed up, and let him fuck me, and I mean fuck. No niceties, a good honest, hard fuck, nothings off boundaries. The best one was where I had four of them at the same time, one in my pussy, one in my ass, and two in my mouth. I was drenched in their cum. And I fucking loved it, I loved being their bitch, the slut that’ll let them do anything and everything. What his mates don’t know, is that I’m filming it all, it’s going onto the internet, I want him to know that all his mates have fucked his woman, in his bed, in his house, and she’s fucking loved it.”“Wow! I’m fucking speechless Lily! I’d never have guessed the prime and proper Lily has really a raving cum slut. I think I suddenly need my PA to attend this Toulouse seminar. The seminar is shit, but the cocktail parties always end up with me getting fucked once or twice. You see, like you Lily, I’m a total cum slut too. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband, he just doesn’t satisfy me, in any way. In fact, he’s just shit at it. He fucked me this morning, three minutes, spunked and left for work. Took a good half hour or so to bring myself to a level where I was happy.“Anyway, changing subject….do you have a cocktail dress or two?”“No Ms Louise”“Fancy the afternoon off? I’ve a few dresses at home, there maybe one or two that’d be suitable if altered.”“That’d be good. I’ve just got a couple of things to sort out, and I’ll cancel lunch with Trisha. Where am I going to and how do I get there?”“Don’t be silly Lily, I’ll drive us there!”So, two hours later, we’re pulling up at mine. As we go in, I ask if she’d like a drink.“Coffee please Ms Louise.”“Lily, just Louise, or Lou even, please, you’re a guest in my house, there is no need for the work formality here. And I don’t know how you take it.”“Black, one sugar please Lou.”“Like your men?”“Sorry?”“Your coffee, black…like your men.”“I’ve never….”“Don’t worry Lily, I was joking. I’ve never either.” I reply. “Here,” as I hand her her drink, “follow me” as we go upstairs. I lead the way, I’d have love to follow. Lily had a great walk, her hips rocked, her ass is fantastic. If I saw her in town, I’d follow her for mile upon mile. I lead her into my bedroom, my walk-in closet is off it. Immediately, I saw that I’d left my wand out, lying on the unmade bed, covered in my juices. Maybe Lily wouldn’t notice. She seemed more concerned with the dresses, as she rushed into the dressing room, and I could hear her squealing with delight. I left her, she came bounding out…“Lou, Lou, they’re my size, can I try them one? Please, I’ve always dreamed of a pair of Labourtains, I’ve never even seen a pair…until now. Please Lou?”Well, they’re weren’t my favourite pair, they are a little scuffed, I’ll reward her later, I had plans.“Not just yet Lily, we’ve a dress to find for you first. We’ll play ‘dress up’ later”“Ok Lou, I’ve seen one or two I really like, and one that’s probably not really ‘cocktail’. Shall I show you?”“Please”Lily choose well. The three gowns she brought forward always got me fucked, in fact one of them caused me to be gangbanged…although the fact that it was clear I had no knickers on may have helped. I wonder how far I can push Lily? I was aiming on her being naked at some stage, very minimum. She was certainly going to be trying that dress on without her knickers. …or losing them in the process.She went back into the dressing room, keeping her back to me, she undid her blouse and slid it off. I was a bit disappointed to see a vest top underneath, maybe she’s a tad shy and the rage against the twat boyfriend has brought out her inner slut. Today’s bra, certainly from the back, looked plain and white, it remained firmly encasing her tits. It’d be off in a minute or two, I’d make sure of that, her picks didn’t allow for bra straps. She unzipped her trousers, letting the fall to her calves, then bending to get them over her feet. Her ass, encased in a white pair of no-VPL panties, was a sight to behold. I had to hold myself back, I just wanted to grab her hips, smoother it in kiss, smell her sex, feel her wetness, hold back Lou. Later. She’ll be squirming later.Lily, wiggled into the first gown, an off the shoulder number in illegal bahis a very dark green, a gown that clung to the curves down to the hips, and then fell away, aided and abetted by the slash to the thigh. She looked gorgeous in it.“You look fantastic Lily, we just need to make one or two adjustments.”I’ll be honest, the adjustments were more for me, this dress didn’t need altering in any way. It so fitted her. It fitted her better than me. I was jealous. I was horny. I wanted her. I had to wait. I walked over to her. “It doesn’t really work with a white bra strap showing, any bra strap showing”, and with that, I slid it down off her bare shoulder. I did the same with the other one, and then flicked the clasps, “would you like to remove it, or like me to?” I whispered quietly in her ear.“You” The reply was barely audible.Slowly, I reached round in front of her, my hand gently running down her skin, I slipped it under the gown, and down her left breast, it was so firm, so smooth, I spread my fingers apart as I brushed the first one over her nipple, by the time I’d brushed them all over it, it was standing firm and proud. Lily’s responsive. I slowly pulled her bra out from under the gown, deliberately brushing her nipple again. Was that a small intake of breath Lily? I turned, and selected a pair of black strappy sandals, only a 3” heel. “Here, come sit on the bed, I’ll put them on you.”Lily was doing as she was told. If she’d not seen the wand by now, she was almost sitting on it. She offered her right foot first, I admired the painted red toe nails. Fastened up, she swapped legs, showing me her crotch briefly. The slash on this side of the skirt exposed 90% of her leg. She looked delicious. When she stood, the gown hung beautifully. I got her to walk back into the dressing room, and I videoed her as she walked towards me, every stride exposing her leg. She looked sexy a fuck, yet this was just the beginning.“You look hot Lily”, I commented.“Thanks Lou. I feel sexy in this. I love the slash to my thigh! I love the sandals, I love wearing heels, he just won’t let me.”“Whys that, apart from being a dickhead!”“He’s only an inch or so taller than me. Small man syndrome! Small man in every sense, if you know what I mean Lou.”“Let me guess, you have to ask if it’s in.”“All the time. All the fucking time.”“Sounds like you’re finding your mojo elsewhere though. Especially fucking four blokes at once.”“I know, such a slut, aren’t I?”“No, no Lily. Just a frustrated woman finding her needs met elsewhere. Don’t forget, I empathise with this. Can you keep a secret, I’ve a young fucktoy, thick as two short planks, uncouth in every way, but he’s got a fucking cock on him, and he knows how to use it. And he can cum on demand.”“Sounds delightful”, Lily cooed, “I love being covered in cum. It makes me feel such a whore.”“Whore Lily?”“Yeah Lou, that twat won’t be able to tell if his mates cum in my pussy, but he can tell how much cum they spray over my face, and how much I scoop up and swallow, before I clean them up.”“Would you like me to show him this little video?”“Keep filming….”She pulled away from me, and slipped her gown off her shoulder, exposing her left breast. It was perfect, firm, round, big dark areola, nice hard nipple. When the gown was pulled down to reveal her right breast, I let out a little whistle. Lily blushed, and smiled. She knew what she was doing, her waist was tiny, her belly button pierced, a little wiggle, and the gown fell from her hips. She looked ravishing, black strappy sandals, tiny little white panties, a beautiful pair of breasts. I wanted her, I so wanted her.I was going to force the issue, I picked her next gown, a Liz Hurley copy. You know the one, with a huge slash held together with safety pins, the snakes it way south from the cleavage, over to a hip, then back across towards the opposite ankle. This was the kind of dress that, if underwear was to be worn, it had to be minimal. I never wore any, it made it easier to be finger fucked by any randy old fuckers who felt they had a chance. And many tried, many succeeded, and most fucked me anyway. But then they would, I’m a slut.“Would you like me to help you dress?”“Please Lou, I’d like that a lot”, Lily replied, emphasising the word ‘like’. I’m getting all the signals. I placed the camera on the dressing table, and walked over to her. I took her hand, and led her to the dressing room.“We need to change shoes”, I had some in mind, some 6” high block stilettos in black patent leather, covered in pointed studs. When she saw them, it was “Oh wow Lou, they’re lovely. You’re making me feel so special.”We walked back into the main bedroom, and I sat her on the end of the bed. She offered me a foot in turn, I gently undid the sandal, then slid the ‘studs’ on in their place. Slowly, unsteadily, Lily stood. She towered on those heels. We should probably have kept the shoes off before we got her into this gown, but I wanted her to feel a little helpless, and need my help. And she did. Slowly, I help her step into the gown, her breasts just inches from my face, I wanted to lick them, flick my tongue over her nipples, tease them, bite them.…. I’d wait. It’d be worth it, I’m sure.Once on, the gown looked stunning on her. Lily looked stunning in it. If anything, it was slightly too small for her, her cleavage left little to the imagination, a fraction of an inch either way, and we’d be entering nipslip terrority, not that that is a bad thing. There was plenty of hip on show, and plenty of leg from the slash that almost went to her crotch. I showed her the video briefly.“Hmm”, she murmured, “I think I need to lose the panties, don’t you Lou?”“Well”, I replied, “I’ve never worn any when wearing this gown. I like the results I get.”“I bet you do”, she laughed. “will you remove them for me? I don’t think I can manage to get them down in these heels, I still feel a little unsteady.”“of course, I will”. Damn fucking right I will. It’ll be my pleasure!Slowly I ran my hands up the outside of her thigh, they were so smooth, and slowly reached fabric. I gently hooked a finger in the waistband on each side, and started to slide them down. I so wanted to see her sex. It’d wait. It won’t be long now Lou. Won’t be long. As I was kneeling at Lily’s feet, helping get her panties over her shoes, I laughed.“What’s funny?”“Oh, I bet you never thought your boss would be removing your panties?”“No Ms Louise, it never crossed my mind.”“Less of the formal Lily!”“Why Ms Louise, would you have to punish me?”“Weeeelllllll”“Oh please. Please punish me. I’ve been very naughty. I’ve been having naughty thoughts about eating your cunt out, and then working that wand on your clit”“Is that why your panties are damp?” I ask, feeling the dampness on the crotch of them.“Yes” she whispered. Slowly I stood up, her panties in my hand, and raised them to my nose. I took a long hard inhale of her muskiness. “I can’t wait” is all I said. I took a step closer to her, invaded her personal space, put my mouth by her ear, “Do you like this gown Lily?”“Yes”, she whispered.“Do you think you look hot in it Lily?”“Yes”“Do you think anyone who saw you in it would want to fuck you Lily?”“Yes”“I’ve seen you in it Lily. Do you think I want to fuck you?”“Yes”“Are you still having dirty thoughts Lily?“Yes, Ms Louise.”“You naughty girl Lily, Do I need to spank your bottom?”“Yes, Ms Louise. You need to spank my bottom, and film yourself doing it.”“That is naughty Lily. Is it going to go on your channel?”“Yes”“Without asking me?”“Yes.”“You naughty little minx. I like you. I like you a lot.” I slipped my hand into the slash on her hip, and ran it down the crease to her thigh. “You want me to, don’t you?”“Yes” she whispered, barely audible“I want to meet your foursome.”“OK, if I can meet your fucktoy.”“You will, Lily, you will.”Slowly I edged towards her pussy, her lips were damp, I slipped one in, then two, three…. she took an intake of breath. “We’ve still another gown to go” I whisper, “you have to try it on, I have to dress you, you can put it on your site, I want you to put it on your site, I want you….” I left it there, trailing off into the distance. Lily’s breathing was deep. I withdrew my fingers, I wanted to lick them clean, to taste her, but I also wanted her to do it. I placed my fingers by her mouth, those red lips opened slightly, the tip of her tongue exposed. I placed my fingers on her bottom lip, her tongue flicked over them, her top lip came down, she sucked them in, her tongue all over them, cleaning them of her juice, and then she started flicking the tip of my middle finger, slowly, gently, deliberately, teasingly, I couldn’t wait for her to have my cunt on the end of her tongue, fucking my pussy with it…But first, gown change, the one she’s about to try on is one of my favourites, I always get cock when wearing it, it leaves nothing to the imagination, but then it is shear from neck to hem, backless, to the top of your buttocks, split up the left hip, and yet I wanted her in lingerie first. I moved illegal bahis siteleri away from Lily, and walked over to my drawers. “Do you mind wearing something else of mine?”“No, of course not Lou.”I found a pair of seamed stockings, with red lace tops, hold ups, but what I had in mind, it would be good to have a bit of both worlds. I’d not worn them, this pair at least, all though they were one of my favourite pairs, I have several as they go with either black or red lingerie. I found what I was looking for, a halter neck body, red, and shear. I turned to Lily, “I think this would look divine on you, with these stockings, and those Lobourtains you want to try on”“Oh, Lou, you’re the best boss ever.” I smiled, I felt like a c***d in a sweet shop, it’s almost as if I was getting what I wanted. And right now, I wanted Lily. I lay them on the bed, and walked over and fetched the shoes she so desired. “Here, let me get you out of this gown. I slipped it off her shoulder. No need for subtlety now, as I teased it over her breast, and gently rubbed each nipple, cupped and squeezed each breast. They were as perfect feeling as they looked, her breathing intensified again, I was watching her in the full-length mirror, she had a lovely glow about her. I reminded myself to thank that dickless wonder of a boyfriend, as without him, maybe she’d not be stood here, in my bedroom, naked (except those killer heels), as the dress slipped over her hips. “Wow” I exclaimed. She was fucking stunning. “He looks elsewhere! How fucking stupid is he?” Lily laughed, “Very! He never even notices when I shave completely, or just trim. He never even took the hint when I trimmed it into an arrow pointing at my pussy. His best mate loved it though!”“I bet he did! Just your pubes, or your whole cunt?”“Cunt, mouth, arse, fucking me in the pub toilets while he was having a few drinks with the dickhead. I think he even walked in for a piss while I was sat on his mate’s cock. Stupid cunt!”“Lily, you really are a slut, a slut from my own heart. We’re going to have so much fun in Toulouse. I think I want to paint your nails, now, bright red, then apply some bright red lippy, I’ve the same shade as the soles of the shoes”“Oh pur-lease Lou”, lily squealed, sitting back on the bed, and throwing her foot at me, opening her pussy up slightly, showing it glisten with moisture. It was going to take some concentration, knowing she was open just a leg length away, open and willing, and eager. Lily suited scarlet. Her tanned skin, her dark hair, her brown eyes, her scarlet woman nature. I was going to enjoy this. Varnish done, make up done, hair pulled back into a ponytail, with added wax, she looked good. Slowly I eased a stocking over her foot, round her ankle, making sure the heel was lined up properly, up her calf, making sure it was straight, on up over her knee, upwards towards her pleasure zone, I judged the sizing correctly, they stopped just 2/3s of the way up her thigh. Repeating it with the other one, she already looked hot as hell wearing just a pair of stockings, the red tops highlighting her nakedness, her beautifully trimmed strip of pubic hair. I helped her step into the body, lifting it over her head. It was going to need ‘straightening’ out, so I started at the top making sure each strip covered her breasts, that her nipples were clearly visible, that her belly button decoration was visible, that it sat over her hips straight, that the thong back came up straight between her buttocks, and now the best bit, the crotch area, what was basically a small see through strip to her waist band. I hooked my thumbs in, and slipped then slowly down, towards her sex. She stopped breathing, waiting for contact, I was teasing, there was none, I smoothed it out, rubbing her clit from the outside, pushing the material into her pussy, soaking it with her juice, then pulled away! Leaving her wanting more. I picked up one of the shoes, knelt at her feet, my face level with her pussy. I took a deep breath, it was nectar to my nostrils. “You smell lovely Lily, sorry but I can’t help myself….” I buried my face in her crotch, taking in her smell, her wetness, I extended my tongue, and teased her clit through the thin material. Boy was she responsive. There was a huge intake of breath, it was deep, it was loud, I carried on flicking her bud.“Don’t stop, don’t stop Lou, fuck my cunt with your tongue, did you hear that bitch, fuck my cunt….”I stopped, “Did you just call me ‘bitch’?”“Yes, Ms Louise, I did.”“Let’s get this straight Lily. I’m your boss. You. Are. MY. Bitch. You are mine to use, how I want, when I want, where I want. And what I want right now is to see you in this gown. Looking like the fucking little slut you deserve to be. |I have every intention of eating your cunt today, but when I’m ready, not when you demand it. Do you understand?”“Yes”“Yes WHAT?”“Yes Mistress.”“That’s better.”And with that I went back to the task in hand of slipping the 6” heel Lobourtains onto her stockinged feet. I stood her in front of the mirror. “What do you see Lily?”“I see a beautiful sexy woman Lou.”“Sorry?”“I see a fucking dirty slut Mistress, a slut about to get fucked.”“So do I Lily, so do I.”She stepped into the gown, and I pulled it up over her hips, and her breasts, to her neck. I knew it fastened at the back, I moved her hair out of the way, and did the fastening up, kissing the nape of her neck. I got my mouth close to her ear. Quietly, I whispered, “You look stunning Lily. Stand there and admire your beauty. You wear this so well, so well in fact that you can keep it, everything you’ve got on.”“Thank you. I don’t know how I can thank you.”“Oh, I do!”“I’m sure you do Mistress. Will I be covered in cum?”“You may. But not necessarily.”“Will I enjoy it Mistress?”“Quite possibly. But not always. I reserve the right to inflict pain purely for my pleasure.” I saw a smirk cross her face. Not for long, just long enough. She clearly didn’t intend me to see it, but see it I did. “I can’t believe your little dickhead boyfriend looks elsewhere Lily. You are absolutely fucking drop dead gorgeous. You emit beauty as if it was going out of fashion, you radiate sex, your aura screams fuck me. We need to film you walking around in this gown, and sitting cross legged, I want to see how much leg is on show.”“Certainly Mistress”, Lily replied.“This evening, it’s just Lou. You’ve learned your place in the greater picture, but for the time being, you can just call me Lou.”“Thanks Lou”, she smiled, “I just can’t get over how nice you’re being to me, and how turned on you’ve made me.”“It’s all in a day’s work Lily, all in a day’s work. One thing though, no one in work must ever find out. If word gets out, I’ll fire you, I am the boss after all.”“Yes Lou, I understand.”“shall I tell you a story about me, that happened while I was wearing this gown?”“Please do. I won’t repeat a word of it.”“You better not”, I scolded, “it happened at a trade fair, or rather the formal dinner at the end of it. I’d had to take HIM with me, he insisted, as the hotel had a good – so he said – golf course attached to it. He didn’t give a fuck about the awards, or whether I won one. I don’t even think he noticed my gown. I had my hair up, some lovely hoop earrings, not massive, but big enough, black nipple covers, heart shaped, I wasn’t wearing a bra under this at the time, and it was before I bought this bodysuit to go underneath. I picked a black thong, quite plain, but two sizes two small, so I had a very clear camel toe, and those heels”, pointing at the ones Lily was wearing. “As the night wore on, and the free bar was hammered, HE decided he was going to have an early night, as he had a tee booked for the crack of dawn. I stayed, I was having fun. I was enjoying being the centre of attention of a group pf delegates from the South West, I was enjoying being felt up. The conversation was getting lewder and lewder, until one of them finally said it. ‘Are they gauges to see how thick your next cock is. If there’s space to spare, they can fuck off!’ I laughed. I’d never thought of that. ‘No, not at all’ I replied. ‘As long as he can get it up…. you can get it up, can’t you?’ He laughed. ‘I’ve never had any complaints.’ ‘Famous last words, there’s always a first time.’ Just then, one of their party came in and said that the night club was open, and the bar was shutting. Well, it could be put on company expenses, after all, it is my company, so we adjourned to the club, five west country yokels, and me. I didn’t care that HE’d gone upstairs to our room, I was having a hell of a lot of fun. Anyway, we went in, there was a few people in there, mainly old men leeching after younger totty, there were a couple on the dance floor, he was all over her, he had two big handfuls of her ass, she wasn’t stopping him. She was playing with his ear, her head rested on his other shoulder. Wurzel One got the round in, I had yet another G&T, and while he did that, I excused myself to powder my nose. Cocky Wurzel was getting canlı bahis siteleri his hole tonight, I was randy as hell, I wanted cock, I didn’t care whose, or how big. I removed my nipple covers, and tweaked them, so they stood hard and proud against the thin material of my gown. I was feeling so naughty, I wiped my thong off as well. My pussy was soaking, it smelt of my sex, as it had been rammed tightly up my snatch all evening. I was about to put it in my purse, when I changed my mind. I sat on the loo, slipped my gown to one side, and started to work them into my pussy. Every cock that cum in me was going to soak them further, I wanted them sopping with cum. I touched my lippy up, and walked back out. Cocky Wurzel spotted me instantly. ‘Fucking hell’, he said, ‘you’re fucking filthy, you fucking slut.’ ‘You wouldn’t know half of it’ I replied, now let’s dance, and let’s see if your cock is as good as you say it is. The songs were cheesy, his moves were cheesy, I hoped his bell end wasn’t. He pawed me a bit, he pushed my gown into my cleavage, to expose both my tits, he kissed them, pulled them, pinched them, gentle and subtle weren’t his middle name. He was grabbing my arse, the gown pulled across so everyone could see, I didn’t care. I was rubbing his cock through his trousers. It felt good. It felt thick. Not that long, but thick enough. ‘Do I need to get my gauges out?’ I asked. ‘I doubt you’re bothered are you, you just want my cock don’t you, you fucking slut?’ ‘Yours…and theirs’, pointing across at his colleagues. ‘I don’t care if you take turns, or fuck me all at once, but I’m fucking gagging. Let’s go.’ I felt like going back to my room. I didn’t care if HE was disturbed, but Cocky Wurzel suggested his room, and got a couple of bottles of champers from the bar. We got the lift up to their floor, I was being royally groped, hands over my ass, tits being grabbed, and Cocky Wurzel had three fingers in my cunt, fucking it furiously, my cunt was soaking. We walked down the corridor, I had a cock I each hand, they were firm, they were thick, one still had a foreskin, I hoped it was clean. We got to one of their rooms, I was shown in and just let my gown slip to the floor. There was no need for it to be ripped, I was going to fuck them all anyway. I strode over to the desk, placed my hands on it, stuck my ass out, legs apart. ‘Who’s first’ I ordered. One of the older ones was already naked, bit overweight, but hard already. ‘Don’t mind if I do’ he said, stood behind, and rubbed his cock up and down my cunt. Cheeky fucker was using my juices to lube it up, and he adjusted himself, and I felt him push slowly against my asshole. I wasn’t expecting that so soon. At least he seemed to know what he was doing, easing it in, letting me adjust and get used to it. Then he pulled me back, and he fell onto the bed. I was on top, his cock deep in my ass, my legs spread wide, my cunt glistening and inviting. ‘Come on boys, I need another one’ I ordered. Cocky Wurzel took the mantle, his cock was as nice as it had felt. Yet he was rushing it, going at it like a teenager. Perhaps he was all bluff after all. Two in, and still three to accommodate. Next Wurzel wasted no time in stripping, and presenting his cock to me mouth. His mate followed suit, one from each side, taking turns to ram their meat down my throat. I was being such a slut, yet I wasn’t finished. There was a fifth Wurzel, naked, with a toned body. I grabbed a minute between face fucks to order him to lube up Cocky Wurzel’s asshole, and make himself busy fucking him. Cocky Wurzel protested, Toned Wurzel got busy. ‘No complaints, remember’ and then I went back to greedily taking the two cocks in mouth. It went on for a good couple of hours, they’d all fucked my cunt, my ass, my mouth, Cocky Wurzel and been fucked up the arse twice, and it turned out he loved sucking cock too. If he wasn’t Bi before that night, he was now. At the end, I just about managed to get my thong out of my pussy, and slipped it back on. I stunk of sex, I stunk of fucking. I had cum running down my thighs, on my tits, my face, and in my hair. I didn’t care. I looked back at the Wurzels, spent, knackered, fucked, they’d had a good night, I’d had a good night, and I shut the door and made my way back to my room, dress in one hand, bottle of champagne in the other, a big shit eating grin on my face. As I put my card in my room door, a cleaner was coming out. HE’d already left for his fucking golf game, she’d been in and tidied up. ‘Someone looks like they’ve had a good night’ she said. She was barely 19 years old, blonde, petit, in that horrible uniform tunic they must wear. I stopped her cart, and pushed it back into the room, and closed the door. ‘It’s been good, but it’s about to get a whole lot better’ and I pinned her against the wall and kissed her. There was no response, perhaps she was scared, then I felt her tongue flick mine, her hand holds the back of my neck, her other one holding my back, sliding down to my ass. I pulled her tunic up over her waist, got to the waistband of her tights, and pushed my hand down, inside her pants, and got to her pussy. I ran my hand over her lips, teased them apart, rubbed her bud, squeezed it between my fingers and thumbs. ‘Do you want me to kiss you there?’ ‘Yes’ she replied breathlessly. I dropped to my knees, pulled her tights down to her knees, her little panties to one side, and slowly worked my tongue into her, all the time gently working on her clit. She didn’t last long before she was quivering, and her legs gave way, she was there, slumped against the wall, tights round her knees, panties pulled to one side, pussy on show, tunic up around her chest, bra pulled up exposing a tiny tit. I got her a drink of water, and helped her back to her feet. I covered her tits up, and straightened her panties back out. They’ll smell of her sex for the rest of the day, and pulled her tights back up. I straightened her tunic back out, smoothed out some of the creases, and kissed her on the cheeks. I whispered into her ear ‘That good night just got excellent’ and with that I showed her out of the door. HE never asked where I was, although I later found out the club was still going when he went out, so I presume HE thought I was in there. But this gown holds that memory of a glorious night where I was just totally driven by wanton lust.”“Wow Lou, I can’t wait for Toulouse.”“I expect you to work Lily, while we’re there.”“Of course Lou, I’ll be completely professional, as I always try to be.”“You are Lily, professional in your duties, it’s why I like you, it’s why I trust you to be my PA, and I want to trust you to be a lover.”She turned, looked me straight in the eyes, came close to me, and quietly said, “You can. 100%. What happens in these rooms stays in these rooms. Unless you want them to go on my site.”“Good girl. Now where did I leave my dildo?””It’s on the bed Lou.””So it is, for now.”I walked up to Lily, stood right in her face, her face inches from mine. Without a word, I leant forward to kiss her. Like a good slut, she responded, her mouth open, the tip of her tongue flicking mine. Fuck it, I grabbed her round the neck and pulled her into me. I wanted her, I’d wanted her all afternoon, this bitch was going to get it. I ran my hands round to the nape of her neck and started to unzip her. The gown fell to the floor in a heap around her feet. My hands moved down her back, cupping her buttocks. I was right, she had a fine ass. I eased her body of her shoulders, I wanted her exposed, not that she felt vunerable in her nakedness, I just wanted to take it all in. As I helped her out of it, I knelt at her feet. It was there, right in front of me, glistening, wet, inviting. I couldn’t help myself. I ran my fingers up her lips, gently brushing her bud. “More”, she panted. I wasn’t anyway near as gentle the next time, brutal would be a better word to use, forceably rubbing her bud. “Oh god yes Lou, yes Lou, YES LOU!” She wanted me, it was full steam ahead. Oh, I couldn’t help myself, I buried my face into her pussy. My tongue darted in and out, she was nectar. Her knees buckled, she collapsed on me. “Fuck Lou, that was fantastic!””Pass me that dildo slut!”She did what she was instructed, I didn’t lubricate it, she was that soaking she wasn’t going to need it anyway. I teased the tip up and down her cunt a couple of times, she was begging me for it, I wanted her to beg. I was no longer going to beat around the bush, this slut was getting fucked, I rammed it into her cunt, hard and fast. She was screaming for more. I reached over for the wand, holding it firmly on her bud, as I rammed that dildo into her pussy. She was screaming for more, begging me to fuck her. “I cumming” she screamed, “I’m cumming, fuck, fuck , fuck, FUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!”And with that she squirted over me.”Oh my god” was all she could say.”You’ve never done that before, have you?” “Lou, I’m really sorry, look at the state of your clothes””Lily, calm down. They’ll wash.”, and with that I stood up, and reached for the video, and held it over her. “So Lily, how was that?””Fucking fantastic. I’ve never cum like that before, I’ve never squirted before, I’ve never been eaten out by my boss before.””Was that a good afternoon off work then?””Yes.”

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